#Y'all have no idea how much I freaked out seeing their art!!!

[akela-nakamura]

INVISOBANG is here!! Had such a fantastic time with @half-deadmagicperson and @toadstool32. The art they created was INCREDIBLE. You can find the art on their linked blogs or in links in the notes of the fic.

Another awesome year of Invisobang. Catch y'all next year <3

[kairiscorner]

the confounding case of dr. o'hara. — miguel o'hara x gnreader

✧ summary: your first ever real patient out in the field as a criminal psychologist, and it's the recently caught supervillain, dr. miguel o'hara; a disgraced genius geneticist that supposedly went insane after a freak accident that not only worsened his hunger for rapture, but also turned him into a horrifying spider mutant. you had to be wary around him, anything you could tell him could make him try something risky... but what he wants with you now that he's gotten a whiff of you and your scent is something far more than just risky... he wants your life, but not to take it, but rather, for you to willingly submit yourself to him and only him. ✧ pairing: miguel o'hara x criminal psychologist!reader ✧ genre: (honestly idk, it's not fully fluff but not fully angst nor comfort either ... ? tis just a guilty pleasure fic ig !) ✧ author's note: this is inspired by the lovely kimmy's art on twt !! I'M SORRY, IDK MUCH ABOUT THE DETAILS ON DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE, I DIDN'T WANNA BUTCHER ANYTHING AND I HOPE I DIDN'T !! i mixed some traits between joker, gomez addams, and some elements of the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde ! ... i hope y'all like this :'DDD AND I'M SO SORRY FOR THE SHITTY SPANISH FGIRUFBUIRBIURTB google translate is all i got .......

i. the scent of honey and a vision of an angel.

pages and leaflets of the mountains of cases against this man successfully made you shiver at the sound of his name–you couldn't believe just how little remorse he had for every crime he had ever committed written down in these records, it was like being in the scenes of a true crime documentary; it didn't feel real that you were going to speak to the very man himself and see just why he committed all those crimes... and why he could only smile at the thought of wreaking so much havoc. you took in a deep breath and walked into the hall where his cell was in, taking cautious steps as you heard the leaking of pipes and the dripping of water accumulating into puddles the further down the hall you entered.

you had no idea why, as a rookie, your first patient would have to be a criminal mastermind—but you needed all the experience you could get, not many people in your field at your level of expertise get the chance to talk to high-profile criminals like him; and you were far more professional and knowledgeable at your job compared to your colleagues in the academy; surely this wouldn't be too bad... right? well, the minute you saw the light coming from his cell, you were greeted to the sight of a hunched over man, sitting quietly at the center of the room with his back turned to the glass in front of you. you gently tapped at the glass, but that didn't catch his attention. "i know you can hear me." you spoke as you tried to get him to turn around again, but he still didn't budge. you rolled your eyes and sat down on a chair across from his cell; preparing to ask him questions that he probably won't even answer.

you introduced yourself as a freshly graduated criminal psychologist from nueva york university, you hoped he would cooperate with you and give you reasons as to why he committed his crimes, explaining to him that he could get a much more lenient punishment if he could explain his side of the story as to why such a once well-respected man had spiraled into such a morbid life of crime. you heard a low chuckle rumble from the other side of the glass, and that low rumble became more audible, all the way until he was cackling loudly; the sounds reverberating throughout the rubber-padded white walls and rang throughout the glass. the cackling soon faltered out and ceased, you felt the hairs on your body stand up as you heard every octave of his maniacal laughter–you'd think that years of case studies and witnessing firsthand from your mentors that dealing with people like him wouldn't be too challenging or disturbing, but this experience proved you to be wrong, so terribly wrong.

as the laughter died down, the corner of the man's smile showed from behind his long, shaggy unkempt wispy hair; and when he turned around to face you, you saw that his eyes were a dark shade, they were bloodshot and crimson, they were deathly, and you knew he was far more dangerous than any other criminal could contend with. the man grimaced and slowly creeped his head around over his shoulder to get a good look at you. his body followed suit and gradually turned to face you, the brown restraints on his white, yet stained, straightjacket made him look both pitiful and dangerous all at once. suddenly, the man slowly got up and wobbled over to you–it was as though he had gone days, maybe weeks, without walking; could he have stayed in that position this whole time before you came to see him?

the man's gaze was bearing into your own, his eyes not leaving yours as his grimace widened; the corners of his smile reaching his ears as he chuckled every now and then in a delusional daze. his chin and cheeks were dotted with stubbles and hints of fuzz and a beard–he had gone days without shaving, either, it seemed. he pressed his forehead against the glass and stared down at you, and only then were you able to understand how big he was; about 200 centimeters and counting, and yet, he was able to be restrained... he was frightening, and he knew you thought that of him.

"...miel..." the sound escaped his lips, the first word he spoke in a long while. you looked up at him in fear and gulped, writing down what you heard. "...w-what?" you asked him, hoping he'd repeat the word. the man's grin widened creepily as he slowly opened his mouth to speak again, and a dribble of saliva dripped down his chin as he stared at you, hungrily, like a starved predator cornering its prey. "miel, mi cariño, it's... honey, sweet as... shocking honey, making me hungry..." he murmured out, hid constant breathing fogging up the glass. you moved your chair back a little and cleared your throat, making miguel press his face against the glass even further as you moved away from him. he thumped his forehead against the glass, making you jolt a little and look at him. he stared at you from underneath his eyelashes and smirked widely.

"don't... don't escape me, mi tesoro... c'mon, it's been... too damn long since i've had such a pretty little thing come here and look so shocking ravishing–" he gushed and mumbled as his breath quickened and his smile got even wider, but seeing as how uncomfortable and tense he made you, he, surprisingly, quit that and moved away a little from the glass. he hung his head in what appeared to be frustration, and mumbled in a hused tone, "ah, quiero arrancarte esa blusa... but i can tell..." he whispered as he sat down closely to the glass and leaned his head forward, looking at you with a sly grin. "you don't like men who are that straightforward, do you?" he asked you as he watched every little move and twitch your body made, sinking in all the details about you as he muttered to himself, twitching as well at your little responsive gestures that said more than words ever could help you articulate the feelings he was giving you right then and there.

he chuckled as he watched you restlessly fidget in your seat, darting your gaze away from him as much as you could. "you're so cute, mi amor... keep that up and i might just really break out of here, i finally have a reason to now that your pretty little face showed up." he said, gazing at you all... lovingly as he smiled the more you stuttered out the next thing you wanted to say. "...there is... literally nothing you'll get out of smooth talking me." you said defiantly as miguel chuckled aloud again, rocking himself back and forth in ecstasy. "you're not only cute, smart, and snarky, but a bad liar too... eso me excita, sabes?" he teased you as he stuck his tongue out, a couple of smuggled piercings on the tip of his tongue gleamed as he did so, making you a little more tense as before. he hummed to himself as he looked at you with an even more sultry, desperate look on his angled face. "you're like an angel... you'll be known as mi angel from now on, okay, mi ángel? keep visiting me more often, mi ángel, i need to be reminded miracles can happen... even to scum like me." he whispered as you looked away from him, making him whimper and beg for you to look at him in spanish and english.

"por favor no me hagas esperar… mírame, mi ángel..." he pleaded with you as he got on his knees and pouted, showing off his lower lip as he gave you such big, sad eyes that tried to convince you to look his way. though he tried to appear less menacing and pathetic, you knew this was just a front of his to get you to do something for him, maybe to get him out? to take his place for him? to... oh, you couldn't even jump to that conclusion, because there's no way that—

"i desperately need you, mi ángel... please, look my way, my little angel... come closer, i need to smell your... your honey-like scent again, it drives me crazy, crazy with love, mi ángel, you can't even imagine..." he begged of you, leaning his forehead against the glass again, sobbing audibly as you sighed. would you look him for a second time? would you kindly let him get a whiff of you again and crave for you? he would never hurt you if you did, of course not; angels aren't meant to be hurt, and you, his darling little angel, would never be hurt around him... he'll do everything to make sure you won't be, and no restraints will ever hold him back from getting his strong, toned arms around your beautiful body, around his little angel, once and for all.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @hearts4gabri @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold @smokeywhalee @capnshtfce @oxrchd

[artonice]

Am I delulu?

Anyways... seriously y'all. I started publicly sharing B/V stuff in March. I'm just a girly from Boston who is obsessed with ice dance and the athletic, emotional moments it creates. I also enjoy its connection to art. Their 2023 FD reminds me so much of the above painting. I like to post comparisons and Kiki with the girls. Ice dance slays so hard bc I've never seen anything like it before! I really earnestly just enjoy all of the mechanics.

The dedication, the performance. Y'all caught me vicariously living, babes! We all wish we could've been something like a ballerina or an ice skater. Seeing Bella skate, inspires me to do the things that little me dreamed of. Still! Which I enjoy just as equally. Because everyone seems so grumpy all the time and I love having something to cheer for and believe in. I've competed for 2 bike races since following Bella. Because I'm rooting for someone who does cool stuff and think, wait I can do cool stuff too. And the duo for sure inspires me to paint and write and listen to good music and all that other important stuff. Like a good tv show or my favorite book would.

But this is my crutch, y'all. These are very real people. Celebrity and influencer culture makes us depersonalize the figures sharing their lives. I can def see how I get lost in the delulu of their skating story, and Bella's underdog lore (which is mainly why I'm here y'all). I know it's still a risk that skaters can see this post, but I just wanna yap to no one about how weird the modern world is. And I think Tumblr is probably the most private place out of all socials to yap anyways.

So, my point. I feel weird! I feel so weird making edits and talking about how inspired I am by these strangers, especially when the inspiring strangers can see😭. Bella follows my insta account (as well as a bunch of others) bc she's a cool and connective girl broooo like Bella pls don't unfollow girly I'm just saying I don't wanna freak anyone out 😭🫶. Cause I couldn't imagine all these people being so focused on my life and what I do, it might stress me out bad yall.

I know I'm delulu, but more so I'm sensitive. That's why I like this sport. And I like to chit chat!!! Combined with this hyper digital, often fantasy focused world we live in (movies, tv, sports, books) I don't want to be confused with some crazy person who can't decipher boundaries bc I run an active stan account. And no hate to my fellow Stan accounts, this scenario feels unique bc ice skating fan accounts have audiences that often include people in the skater's communities or families, if not the skater themselves. It's not like I'm posting about Taylor Swift who won't see it. Girl, my T-swift is 5'ft tall and can jump 6ft high in the air. Her Eras Tour starts in Lake Placid this July😭. And you bet your ass I need to talk about it!

But I also gotta remind myself that this isn't my favorite TV show but people's real lives. Like fr. Sometimes the competition is so good you'd think it was scripted, y'all. God, like let me keep yapping forever huh?

Anyways, I am so glad I get to connect with my favorite athlete, as I'm sure her other fans appreciate it too. She's honest and open to chat for a reason, it keeps us feeling like we are on the road to the Olympics with her. I'm gunna keep posting cause I love the idea of turning all of booktok on her lore and getting a million people to root for them so I can see them at freaking SKAM 🤨. The conversation between influencer and audience is just hella interesting. And I hope I'm towing the line okay!

[yakuzacanons]

boys and their kinks pls?! 😳👉👈 who's the kinkiest of them all 🥵

Sweating nervously but also hell fuckin yea, major NSFW below the cut so if u ain't 18+ I best not catch you looking down there.

Also, going out of town until next week, I will still be able to post some but it'll be at a much slower rate so thanks for your patience in the meantime! Love y'all and I'll be back in full next week.

Kazuma Kiryu

Loves shower sex. Honestly, any sex involving some form of getting physically wet appeals to him. Bathtubs, hot tubs, sex on the beach, he's down as long as you guys don't get caught, especially by the kids at Morning Glory.

Majima Goro

Lots of people see Majima as the king of kinks but it's just that he's open minded. Actually isn't into knife-play, as he sees it was a weapon for slicing up enemies, not for using on his romantic/sexual partner. Loves to praise you and be praised. Would let you peg him if you asked very nicely. Doesn't mind tying you up but isn't a fan of being tied up himself.

Saejima Taiga

He's got a thing for fucking you against walls while holding you up. It's some kind of showing off of strength thing for him. Into biting you and doesn't mind if you return the favor, although he prefers when you dig your nails into his back or into his arms during sex.

Akiyama Shun

Likes being blindfolded. Secretly into office sex but can't get away with it often enough to really bring it up much. Also would totally lick whipped cream off of you if you let him. A total sucker for any kind of lingerie or hosiery. Wasn't sure about hair pulling at first but the more he tries it, the more he likes it.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's a little embarrassed at how obvious this is but he's into handcuffs. Prefers to put them on you as he's pretty used to doing that but will allow you to cuff him too. Wants to try out spreader bars at some point in his life. If he's super cooped up at work, he really enjoys phone sex.

Ryuji Goda

Really into edging, both giving and receiving. Has a lot of stamina so he can afford to edge or be edged for a long time as it would take a while for him to be done with sex anyways. Has a few items laying around, like silk blindfolds and leather whips, but has yet to try them out. He thinks the idea is hot though. Loves garter belts especially. Particularly interested in the art of shibari.

Nishikiyama Akira

Has the BIGGEST most giantest praise kink in the whole entire world. Loves kissing with tongue and totally goes nuts if you drool into his mouth. Total freak in the sheets, although he seldom shows this side in public. You can bite him but don't slap him, please. Hair pulling is fine though.

Daigo Dojima

So shy to admit it but he has a pregnancy/breeding kink. Daigo's always kind of knew he'd have a family eventually given how important family has always been to him but he's not ready for one yet, so in the meantime it's a great bedroom fantasy. Also loves car sex, will totally have sex with you in his private car. Very Beyonce's Partition of him.

Mine Yoshitaka

BDSM king, has quite an arsenal of toys and is very well educated on them. Biggest believer of making sure his partner has a good understanding of BDSM before ever trying it on them, as it's only fun for him if it's fun for you too. Loves making you beg. Will give you a pearl necklace if you're okay with it. Wants to try wax play someday.

Tatsuo Shinada

Honestly down with most anything but he does enjoy with spanked. Also has a pretty big praise kink. Desperately wants to try some form of outdoor sex, like on a rooftop. Most likely of all of the boys to take you to a love hotel. He finds the setting to be a turn on in of itself. Loves things like roleplay or costumes.

BONUS ROUND

Nishitani Homare

Actual knife-play kink. Also will choke the hell out of you. Type of guy to put his hand over your mouth to silence you. Wants you to get loud as hell. Overstimulation king. The most likely person to send you nudes, so don't open your phone in public when he texts you.

Tachibana Tetsu

Office sex. Any hour of the day. That's it, that's his favorite thing. Loves to tease you at the office too, probably the best at subtly teasing you in public in general. Into gagging, both giving and receiving. Fond of ball gags in particular.

[laugtherhyena]

So fun fact about me and the another series; I found out about it back in 2018 just one or two weeks before Ch3 came out and spend the next 3 or 4 years being hooked onto the game until the fixation died down and only returned to me around August or September of lasy year.

Meaning that through 2/3s of Sdra2 i was able to see the chapters as they were coming out and that's honestly something i wish more people in the current fandom could have experienced because it was so fun seeing the hype around a chapter that's soon to come out spike up with all kinds of theories, predictions and people hoping their favorites won't die (i remember i even had a dream once where chapter 5 released and Teruya murdered Iroha by tying her into a train track and waiting for it to run over her after she came to him and told him about being a void and he was like, trying to get rid of all remaining void by killing Iroha himself and wining the class trial, which would in kill Mikado too. Wild shit, but it's a dream you know?). And of course, whenever a new chapter did release the entire fandom would collectively freak out for the entire day as random instagram accs posted Cgs and bits of roughly translated information through the day alongside the deaths and executions and this hype around the newest chapter would sprout all kinds of art, edits and more theories for the following month or two.

All around awesome experience? Not exactly. Because this also means i got to see Linuj's crazy plot twist as they were being revealed and here's where we get to the actual subject of this long ramble/rant; Kokoro Mitsume and how i really wish i could have spoiled myself of what happens in Ch0 because that would have spared me of so much pain.

And let me tell you, when i say pain, i am by no means exaggerating. You people have no idea how much i cried when Ch0 came out. My little 15 year old head was going through the 5 stages of grief over that plot twist, that shit didn't even feel real to me until one or two days after its release.

One thing you gotta know about me is that before i became the Ayame person™ Kokoro was my absolute favorite character of the another series, and if you know me for even just a little while then you know how insanely attached i am to her despite being a minor character who dies 1/3 of the way through the game.

Like, y'all don't understand, i was so happy when i saw that one Cg of her and Mikado in my timeline, so genuinely ecstatic to see more of her after i thought her character done with since the events of Ch2. Can you magine how i felt after watching the character i adored so so much turn out to be a vile human being? I was genuinely so distraught man, i spent a good while being one of those people that ignored everything about the characters irl selves because that twist hurt me so damn much, but even then i was never able to look at that character the same way again, even now she just makes me feel bad.

And it's s not that i think Kokoro is the worst person to have ever existed, i like antagonist/villain characters who've done much worse than her, hell, I don't even think her character was absolutely ruined or anything. When i think about Mitsume nowadays i genuinely find her an interesting case of a good person with big plans who lacked a proper support system or even friends which led her down a path where she became cold and cruel without a semblance of care for her own family so long as she could work on her project, and seeing the difference between the Kokoro we see as a teen and her adult self just makes all of this even more heartbreaking. I still like her, is just that having my perception of this character be completely shattered when Ch0 came out permanently affected how i view her and as much as i still enjoy her character even now I can't help but simultaneously hate her for how she made me feel ❤️

[floofanflurr]

Hi, have y'all seen the master list of Heart on the Table fanart recently?? We just got some new additions!!!

The absolutely wonderful and amazing @sunsestart made art for Heart on the Table (chapters 8 and 19) and it has DESTROYED ME. Here's a link to the master post. And here's the art for Chapter 8 (tw blood/injury) and Chapter 19.

These link to the image address as they aren't posted online. I am sharing them here with Sun's full permission!

Ramble about their amazing art under the cut:

OKAY SO. Chapter 8 art to start.

This is just GORGEOUS. And heartbreaking. So, so heartbreaking. You got all of the emotions that I wanted to convey in the scene, and I am OBSESSED with how you draw expressions. GOSH the tears in Papyrus's sockets and the way his brow bones and teeth are positioned are just. PAIN. He's so hurt and in shock. Like, I can FEEL his panic and shock and hurt from this.

And the COLORS!??!?! DAMN. Just the spots of red for Frisk's SOUL and the blue for Undyne's spears just really makes it pop and just... ties it together so well. It's so VISCERAL.

AND THE POSING. GOSH Papyrus's right (his right, our left??) hand DESTROYS ME. I cannot look away. Just... how did you convey in just one little hand how terrified he is to touch them? Because holy heck he just screams "I don't know where to touch or what to do without breaking them more."

And Frisk's expression. They're so HURT and gosh just. The shading over their eyes and their injuries... just. YOU GOT THE SPEAR THAT SKIMMED THEIR CHEEK!?!??! THIS IS PAIN. /pos I'M STILL FREAKING OUT OVER THIS.

ALSO THE INJURIES ON THEIR SIDE! IT'S ALSO THE Same one I gave them in story!!! This is brilliant, you are brilliant. Stars, I'm never going to emotionally recover from this. ALSO ALSO I adore the way you weight the lines. And the BLOOD. There's not a lot but it's so well done.

Gosh, I'm going to cry seeing Frisk's little hand in Papyrus's.

Everything about this. I adore. SO much. It's just got pain and tension and heartbreak and disbelief and desperation in every line. HHHHHHHHHH.

AND THE CHAPTER 19 ART!!! GOSH. MY HEART.

(I keep wanting to call it chapter 20 and I have no idea why.)

HHHGH. This whole thing. Just. This small strip of comic has the most palpable tension I've ever seen in a comic. The use of the exclamation marks and ellipses just really really really shows first the shock and then the pause before it all goes to hell.

And DAMN I love the angles and the poses so much. AND THE EXPRESSIONS. Holy heck I love the way you do expressions. Frisk's little smile and wave contrasting with Papyrus's slightly open mouth and brow bone quirked just so to show his shock/worry/distress right before it all hits him.

And then the close up panels on Papyrus and Undyne's faces- just-

HHHHH. The shadows across their eyes and the drops of sweat just. It makes it so that I'm really just. Feeling just as much tension as they probably are. Undyne clearly knows she's in a bit of deep shit, and Papyrus is just... processing. (and is not having a fun time while he takes in the sight in front of him.)

Also just. I love the way you do Undyne's fins. And Frisk's hair. And Undyne and Frisk in general. Also Papyrus's scarf and face and-

Okay I just love how you draw these characters so much. I wish to consume your art. GOSH I love your style.

And I also love how you have Papyrus's hand on the door and his pose. It really helps build the scene and to see that he had JUST opened the door.

Also I love the slight angle on the close up of Undyne since it's so dynamic. This whole thing is incredibly dynamic. It's a series of three still frames, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels almost like a scene from a video. They just flow into each other so well. You are just. So skilled at what you do.

And the line weights and the shadings and just- I will consume. I wish to consume. Entirely.

Thank you so so so much for making these wonderful pieces and allowing me to share them. I will never emotionally recover. The death sounds I made when I first saw them.... (You missed the worst of them when I saw the second one.)

It took me like a solid - 6 minutes(?) after I saw the first piece to stop vibrating and spinning and wheezing enough to type a response.

Also, cuz I saw someone ask this once and now I'm always curious- what was your favorite things about each of these that you made? Like what you did with the pieces. (Only if you want to answer of course!)

Just. Thank you so much. I'm gonna go stare at these some more now, thank you.

[kris-mage-fics]

Five Comfort Characters, Five Tags

Tagged by @georgiedoesntfloat - This was way harder then I expected because I had to decide what a 'comfort character' even means to me! (Also, I'm not tagging anyone because I tired from editing and this has been sitting in my drafts for days. So if you see this and want to do it too, awesome, consider yourself tagged!) 1) Falkor from The Neverending Story

My sister and I watched the movie a lot when we were kids, and we both loved Falkor so freaking much! He somehow made me feel like things would be okay, both in the story, and even in my own life. Which, frankly, was something I desperately needed growing up. (If you also loved this movie, I highly recommend reading the book! The movie only covers the first 40% or so of the book.) 2) Sarah from The Labyrinth

This was another movie we watched a lot. Looking back I think Sarah was a good hero for me, and in some ways I really related to her. She was another character that made me feel like I could defeat the odds against me and come out the other side. 3) Cove Holden from Our Life: Beginning & Always

This was the first VN I played, I didn't even know what visual novels were when I started playing it! At the time I found it, I was going through a lot in my life, and playing it a billion times helped me work through some really big things. Cove is so kind and really supportive of the MC, the friendship between the two of them is really lovely. Cove, and this game, literally changed my life for the better in multiple ways. 4) Haron Milirose from Ebon Light

Haron's brother, Ernol, may be my favorite romance in the game, but Haron is my comfort character. He's positive, sweet, and flirty in a way I actually think is fun. The MC goes through some shit in this game, and Haron is a ray of sunshine through it all - and he calls her "shining light"! This assassin-in-training takes the honor of being the subject of the first fan fic I wrote. Yes, this was the game that pushed me to start writing, and it's the game that first put the idea in my head that someday I could make my own game. (If you can't read the text, it says: "I said that in complete innocence, madralee." Trust me, his comment prior to this was not completely innocent.)

5) Red Antiqua from Shepherds of Haven (but almost tied with him for comfort characters are: Shery Acquell, Trouble Alder, Caine Tavadon, and Mimir.)

First off I love all the characters in Shepherds of Haven so much, but only some of them would I consider comfort characters. Red very narrowly wins over the rest in the comfort character category. I can't feel bad when I'm playing a scene with Red in it. His kindness, maturity, gentleness, and nerdy infodumps about magic always cheer me up. Red's a bit of a flirt too, but in a different way than Haron. He's another character that makes me feel like things will be okay, even though sometimes the MC has to reassure him since he's a worrier. (This is only part of a beautiful fan art by @stilwaterbutcher of Red and her lovely character, Guinevere. Please go look at the full piece! Y'all have no idea how hard it was to pick only one fan art of Red to use, there are so many stunning pieces out there!)

[vegalocity]

Hello. I hope you don’t mind me asking but I was wondering something about the Tyrant Prince Oblivion au. You see there was a recent ask from @unseelie-robynx about Syntax in that au and in it it was mentioned that her for of “wifed-up” design was being thought up and it got me wondering if there where other interesting things about the other characters who will be “wife-ified”. So can you tell us anything? Also I’m asking you since you did Wife Red’s design so…yeah

I will say first off both me AND @unseelie-robynx are making the Tyrant Prince AU, we're mostly fleshing it out via an extended rp between us, so you can ask either of us and we'll have roughly the same answers about this kind of thing give or take a bad end or a differing timeline one of us came up with on our own (the Red Wakes Up Bad End was almost entirely Robynx's for instance and I've been plotting out one I like to call The Cavalry Falls)

But in relation to the question, i will say we do have a couple of 'Wife' setups depending on the timeline, and all of them have specific Vibes and Aesthetics that are brought to the table.

So obviously there's Red, and his 'wife' look is very... 50's traditional i suppose you could say, very 'summer home in Stepford' as we call it

But you all already knew that, Wife Red is one of the main visual draws for this AU lmao

Huntsman is another person that got wife-ified, and he and Red are the only two that are always put in this position no matter the TP Timeline. (since Huntsman 'willingly' went into things to get the rebellion access to the music for an eventual reverse to be made and then getting left there for too long on Spider Queen's call to call off the rescue to avoid detection is kind of the real reason why any PLOT can happen at all after a certain point)

But Huntsman's design is based mostly on the fact that Xiaotian is still decently arachnophobic, and from his bias it lead to Red's bias, and thus they directed Huntsman toward looks that 'covered him up' so to speak. we settled on a 'gothic lolita' type aesthetic and... ngl when i was drawing it out...

he honestly kills it

(though my own art style might have some part in that since my artistic influences have a lot of Shoujo in them so my character art tends to come out a fair bit softer)

In the Bad End where Syntax gets wife-ified just by getting caught, we went for something kind of 'victorian' since, as Robynx has said, the Court (mainly Xiaojiao and Xiaotian, but Red's not innocent in this either) kind of took a lot of frustration out on him for how much of a troublesome prisoner he was, thus he'd be specifically put in stuff that purpousefully gives him some constant low level misery.

Corsets that are always a bit TOO tight and press the implant against his spine, big poofy skirts that are super NOT Good texture and he's the only one we agreed would be put in heels (since Red probs rarely wears shoes at all and Huntsman would more likely be in Mary Janes for The AestheticTM) all specifically to restrict his movement and make life as baseline miserable as possible but in ways that people wouldn't notice.

but he IS more protected in the Red Wakes Up ending since these freaks do still consider themselves heroes and thus would probably honor the deal Huntsman struck with Red to come quietly in exchange for Syntax's general wellbeing

as such I think they'd probably put him in something softer, less specifically put together to hurt, though I personally do still like the 'period peice' concept for like irony's sake, so personally i'm fond of like, a 'turn of the century Gibson Girl' type look in that particular ending

Robynx already told y'all our general ideas on what would happen to Spindrax in either of the ends that she appears in, but in a few of them she doesn't really show up at all, and in THOSE timelines we do have an alternate wife for Xiaojiao with her own aesthetic niche

She's a fully OC character named Shuyin, we've mentioned every so often that in the Tyrant Prince world there IS a growing cult full of people that know that Xiaotian is brainwashing people and are doing so to themselves willingly, and one thing lead to another until they were convinced that 'the court' was in fact a 'Pantheon' instead. and they became a real fucking Cult.

Shuyin was made as a way to examine the cult from the inside, but we accidentally got attached to her and so did Xiaojiao so in timelines where the court are made fully aware of the cult and as such are made fully aware of the whole 'brainwashing' thing (but since the cult is very good at recruiting people they tend to be able to get them On Board with the whole thing so now whoever discovered it goes from unknowing pawn to willing accomplice) Shuyin gets that 'coveted' title of 'Xiaojiao's Wife' first due to her worship of her making the idea of 'owning' someone particularly alluring.

But since she didn't catch Xiaojiao's attention by being a pain turned obsession and also has a physical disability Xiaojiao is far softer to her than she is to Spindrax in other worlds. And as such has a softer aesthetic to go with it. Specifically Xiaojiao likes elegant looks on Shuyin, long flowing peices that show off her height and such. Shuyin is CONSIDERABLY taller than Xiaojiao and it makes for a fun visual.

After a certain point Shuyin also starts regularly wearing Xiaojiao's classic varsity jacket since in this AU she tends to wear her armor more often she doesn't wear it herself much anymore

Thats it for all the Main characters that get 'Wife'-ified though, there are a few minor characters that play out the 'husband and wife' dichotomy that are in the cult, but there's only a FEW people where you're horrified but also looking at them like 'they're killing it in that look tho'

and i will say that there ARE others that get OWNED that don't get Wife'd of course. any given bad end has Macaque getting Little Brother'd of course and there is someone else in a Bad End we haven't made public yet, but it's fine it's fine

[astralights24]

!! SPOILERS FOR WEDNESDAY !!

OKAY GUYS WE'RE BACK WITH ANOTHER LYRIC ANALYSIS

So, I was listening to the song 'I See You' by Phoebe Bridgers (another Phoebe song, I know) and I've been reading every Laurel | Marilyn/Larissa fanfic I can get my hands on and I was listening to this song and freaking tf out over how much it describes Laurel aswell as her and Larissa's relationship and holy fuck guys, there's a lot. (Some of these lyrics are a bit of a stretch but you get the idea.)

*AHEMMM*

"Laying on the lawn, I'm tired of trying to get in the house."

Laurel moving back to Jericho as Marilyn, trying to get back into her family home after it's been abandoned(? Like I said, some are a stretch but just fun details here.)

"I've been playing dead my whole life."

OKAY THIS LINE HAD ME SCREAMING!!!!?? The theory that Laurel probably had to attend her own funeral as somebody else actually make me sob??? AND ALSO HAVING TO HEAR A BUNCH OF PEOPLE TALK ABOUT HER AND KEEP HER COOL???????

"And I get this feeling whenever I feel good, it will be the last time."

OKAY SO MANY SITUATIONS COULD GO FOR THIS LINE!! Number one being Laurel being around Larissa, despising her with every core of her being because she's an outcast, eventually starting to have feelings for her and hating herself even more for having them. Number two, at the Raven dance, Laurel saying 'It's a night for them to remember' or something like that BECAUSE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE LAST RAVEN DANCE!!!

"But I feel something when I see you now"

LAUREL NOT UNDERSTANDING THE CONCEPT OF LOVE AND GETTING CONFUSED ABOUT HER FEELINGS FOR LARISSA BECAUSE SHE GREW UP IN A CULT AND PROBABLY DIDN'T GET LOVE AS A CHILD BECAUSE HER FAMILY WAS TOO BUSY TRYING TO BANISH OUTCASTS, HOLY FUCK (not to mention here that when we get that flashback of Garrett in the car with his father, the father says 'If you're still my son,' which HELLOOOO??? SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP)

"If you're a work of art, I'm standing too close, I can see the brush strokes."

Laurel feeling guilty for loving an outcast and trying to push herself away, but physically can't. She's standing too close to the edge by loving an OUTCAST, the very thing her family has sworn to destroy! And also, Laurel realizing that outcasts can have hearts? and aren't actually everything her family said they were?????? (that fact scares Laurel to death)

"Cause I don't know what I want until I fuck it up."

OKAY OKAY OKAY SKIPPING A FEW LINES HERE, BUT OH MY GOD, THE EXISTENTIAL CRISIS THAT LAUREL HAS OVER KILLING (even though i don't believe Larissa is dead) LARISSA!!! SHE DIDN'T REALIZE THAT SHE CARED SO MUCH ABOUT HER UNTIL SHE WAS GONE!!!!!!

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AND WE'RE DONE BUT HOLY FUCK GUYS I WAS YELLING WHEN I WAS LISTENING TO THIS SONG!! I love them and their little complicated relationships.

ALSO HAVE Y'ALL HEARD MELANIE MARTINEZ IS COMING BACK IM SO EXCITED!!

[mikibwrites]

Fic Rec Friday!

Hi everyone! As I'm going through and trying to build this new blog in the fandom, I figured I'd take part in something I was kind of too shy to do before. So here are some of my ultimate fic recs for Tarlos!

Fics I've Read More Than Twice:

one of these days by charliesarrows (<-for the life of me I can't find their tumblr if someone knows pls link me so I can follow!)

This fic. This fic y'all. I have read this fic at least 20 times that is not in any way an exaggeration. It's my own personal master class on how to write uphill battles with sweet relief at the top. A look at what happens after Push, with every bit of possible nuance thrown in to great effect. I have a favorite line from this fic that has just stayed with me for inexplicable reasons:

"TK's list of damnable offenses is longer than his arm, but at the top of that list has to be how fucking pretty he looks when he cries." Me too, Carlos. Me too.

Through The Looking Glass (series) by @liminalmemories21

*alleged* art thief TK is probably my favorite TK. The way you've written him in this series just so... correct? I can't even think of a better word. It fits for the AU, but it also makes total sense for the TK we already know and love. Don't know how else to describe it. Hijinks and silliness and seriousness all rolled into one! Love love love!

Life, believe, is not a dream, so dark as sages say by @beautifulhigh

THE fic. Bank heist gone wrong, Tarlos both being absolutely badass by using their unspoken communication to get through the situation, GRACE/CARLOS TEAMUP! Everything about this fic is absolutely amazing.

Fics I Needed 6-10 Business Days to Recover From:

It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags! by @liminalmemories21

One of my absolute all time favorites. A blending of families and cultures as Carlos and TK begin to really intertwine their lives. Andrea is savage in the BEST way, and Tarlos are just so freaking Sweet with each other. I had cavities for days after I read this.

pink rover, pink rover by @mooshkat

A little bit of TK in a skirt. A little bit of degradation laced with love. What's not to scream about? This fic is hotter than hot.

Fics I Read With The Intention of Learning How To Write From Them:

So Many Somethings by @iboatedhere

You've Got Mail AU that absolutely took me out at the knees. I reread this so many times for ideas on how to work with pacing and conflict/resolution. There is realism but also a narrative whimsy that really makes it read like a true romcom. This fic is a work of high literature.

Missing Moments (series) by @paperstorm

Listen. I could have put anything Andie's written on this list. But this series is an homage to character writing like I've never seen. I do tend to be a character reader, in that I will read a fic even if I don't enjoy the plot/premise all that much IF the characters are written well. These fics have a very healthy dosage of both wonderful character study and beautiful narrative. These are basically considered canon to me, all the scenes we didn't get to see. The writing is beautiful and nuanced and captivating, and I find myself going back to them to see how you captured certain emotions, (mostly the way you do it without dialogue!) and how to incorporate your techniques into my own writing.

Sorry this got so long but I wanted to give my thoughts on each one! I'd love for everyone to check out these fics, if they sound like something you'd enjoy. They've all brought me such such joy and satisfaction from reading :)

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#5

Not to request something from my own list but if you’re interested: maybe the dialogue prompt “You don’t need to fit into anyone else’s ideas or expectations. You’re you and that’s perfect.” With Huxley :)

Transmasc Huxley x Transmasc Reader CW: Discussions of gender dysphoria, body image issues and anxiety, mentions of gender-affirming procedures

You open the door for Huxley, who greets you with a grin.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Hi, Hux,” you say with a matching smile.  “Can we hug?”

“Hell yeah!  Bring it in.”  He hugs you, warm and tight and perfect.  “I love your hugs,” he sighs.  “You ready to head out?”

“Almost.  I just need to check my outfit one more time?”  He sobers a little.

“Of course, man.  Do what you need to do.”

“Thanks.”  He follows at a distance as you shuffle into your room, adjusting your clothes and hair in the mirror.  You’d felt good about everything earlier, but now it’s time to leave, you’re uncertain.  You pull your shirt down, fidget with the waist line, try to look like you’re just checking your outfit and not your entire body.  Do you need a haircut?  Do your shoulders look wide enough?  Hips too wide?  You smooth your hand over your chest fretfully, thoughts becoming dark and frayed--

“Hey.”  Huxley’s gentle voice cuts through the static, and you feel like you can breathe again.  “I can see you freaking out.  Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shrug helplessly.  “It’s the same old stuff.  Worried I look too femme.  Worried someone’s gonna know and maybe try to start something over it.”

Huxley approaches slowly, raises a hand carefully so you see him coming.  “Can I touch you?”  You nod, and he presses one of his big hands to your cheek, effectively holding your whole jaw.  “Listen to me, okay?  You don’t need to fit into anyone’s ideas or expectations.  You’re you and that’s perfect.”  He kisses your nose, smiling when you laugh.  “You look amazing.  And nobody’s gonna start anything while I’m with you.”

You press close to him, feeling his strong body, thinking of the times he’s been shirtless with you and let you touch him; let you feel his muscles, trace his scars, including the neat ones from top surgery; remember how he told you that his body and strength are for you.

Your ears are hot, tears pricking at your eyes when you kiss him.

“I love you,” you say against his lips.

“I love you, too, babe.  We don’t have to go out, you know?  We can just hang here if you want.”

You smile, already feeling much better.  “No, I wanna go out.  I don’t always get the chance to show off a cute outfit and a cute boyfriend.”  He ducks his head, bashful but pleased.  “But maybe we can make it a short outing.  Come home early and cuddle, maybe?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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#3

I’m fine. I’m fine and normal and definitely not playing Damien’s “yes! yes, yesyesyes” in my head on repeat I’m FINE

56 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

Imperium!Lasko: (Huxley) is very good at what he does. In every regard...

Us: ...Y'all fuckin'?

58 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The way Lasko says “ohh” when Gavin calls him “good boy” like if you agree

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[cooltoneturtlesimp]

Heyya, how u doin'? I hope you're doin' good~

I hope you don't mind if I request a headcanon for the 2012 turtles with a rather shy and reserved reader as their love interest (crush)? I'd prefer the reader to be gender neutral if you don't mind^^

I'm back y'all, sorry this took so long! It's been a long few months lmao but I hope that it's worth the wait!

Word Count: 1034

AllTurtles2012 x GN!reader

Leo

Leo’s crush starts with a simple cup of tea that you made for him. And then promptly spilled.

His appreciation is immeasurable, as the leader he doesn’t get much thanks and this small gesture really means a lot to him.

“Don’t worry! You didn’t get burned at all, did you? Let’s get some cool water going just to make sure.”

While he helps you treat the small burn on your arm, both of you silently blush at the physical and occasional eye contact

After that, he always is the first to offer first aid to you. He and Donnie usually work together or take turns with that kind of chore, but Leo always has something else for Don to do if you’re injured so he can be the one to take care of you.

After some time, he makes an attempt to flirt with you. Emphasis on “attempt.”

You being you, you get very panicky as soon as you realize what he’s doing. He immediately gets just as embarrassed as you, and it’s almost as if you’re having a competition to see who’s face can get redder.

Spoiler alert: it’s you. He’s green.

This is the quickest pairing to actually get together, mostly because Raph noticed Leo’s weird behavior around you and approved for once. He sees it coming before Leo’s ready to admit it, and encourages him to make a move.

Together you support each other's “embarrassing” interests and tendencies, and you always take care of each other :)

Raph

I think Raph would find your shyness annoying at first, he’s very into the idea that everyone should be able to fend for themselves.

BUT his crush starts when you trap and move a cockroach from the table after he freaks out about it. Then, you ask him without judgment if he’s alright.

Cue HUGE blush fest. He blushes, you blush, yada yada you get the picture.

That’s when his perspective switches around. Someone who doesn’t judge him for his stupid fear? That’s… exactly what he needs.

It takes him a while to sort out his new feelings, but after a few weeks he offers to help train you, not just in martial arts but also in confidence. He thinks that you are awesome and you deserve to be heard! To burst out of your bubble!

(and it also wouldn’t hurt to spend some extra one-on-one time with you)

((not that he’ll readily admit that motive of course))

Cue a bunch of close touches and small nudges in training that make both of you blush, not that the other notices.

Very much a slow burn, requited love between two idiots but neither of you notice the other’s flustered-ness.

Everyone else in the lair knows LONG before either of you figure it out that the feeling is mutual

Once you do get together, you’re a very no-nonsense couple. You keep PDA to a minimum, but as soon as you’re alone, he’s very affectionate and vulnerable, because he knows you understand.

Donnie

The way to his heart is pretty simple: all you had to do was listen to him talking science. His brothers usually don’t listen with much care for the details, but you asked polite questions

Stutters A LOT when he first starts getting feelings for you, but he manages to find every excuse to hang out with you. It mostly centers around helping with homework, and he loses his mind with every casual glance and accidental touch. It’s obvious to literally everyone, but you’re almost as flustered as him so you don’t even notice.

A few months into his crush, he starts making you gifts. You like animals? He’s made tiny robots of your favorite ones! You’ve shown particular interest in one of his many MANY science rants? Well, today’s your lucky day, he just so happened to have a spare model that displays the subject perfectly! And if you wanna keep it, you can have it! But uh no pressure if you don’t want it, of course, he understands, it’s kind of a weird gift-

You’re both easily flustered, Don’s an over-thinker, and you’re too shy to make a direct first move, so it takes forever for you two to make any progress, but once you do you’ll be the sappiest couple in the sewers :)

Mikey

Openly affectionate from the start. He’s a love at first sight kind of guy!

Flirting, hugs, and any little touch he can get. Finding reasons to fight back to back with you on missions, no shame, this guy!

He pulls you out of your shell a little, but also loves how easy it is to make you blush.

His crush is really solidified when he hears your laugh for the first time. Not the quiet giggle or chuckle he’s used to, but your genuine, unapologetic, snorting, wild “ugly” laugh.

He had never heard a sound more exciting in his life. And he feels starstruck. An audible “wow” escapes him, and you get a tad self conscious.

He immediately shuts that down, saying he thought it was super cute!

After a little bit of back and forth with your embarrassment and his reassuring you that he thinks you’re almost as adorable as ice cream kitty (even though in his mind he thinks you’re actually even cuter, but he won’t say it out loud), there’s a brief moment of eye contact that you both feel lasts forever but also not long enough, you turn away with a quiet “thank you, mikey”

He replays that scene in his head for days, weeks, months, maybe even years. However long it takes for you two to get together (which could be soon, or could be a while. You’re shy and he’s impulsive, hard to predict when he’ll confess!). Sometimes his wild imagination even replaces that last line with an “i love you”

Nothing changes much when you eventually get together, at least from the outside. He’s still just as openly flirty as before, but you feel a special sincerity to his words that you’re not sure was there before. He looks to you after every clever joke he makes in the hopes that he’ll see that sweet smile or maybe hear that adorable laugh again.

[joshkiszkaenthusiast]

he would absolutely do those art canvas things where you put the paint on it and then y’all like fuck on the canvas, for Sammy but you already know that

Real Love

Oh, my sweet SarahAnne. You literally copied and pasted what I posted in the group chat. I mean that's fine I just found it funny. But yes I will do this. And yes I will be doing this for their first time as I talked about in the chat. This is also a plus size reader since I am plus sized. I might be self projecting a little bit in this story so don't come for me. This is like my therapy.

Also, would y'all like for me to start writing in first person still using Y/N, first-person with a character for the girl, or keep writing the way I've been writing?

Warnings: protected sex, it's just intimate sex really, oral and fingering(F receiving), slight cockwarming if you really squint, Mentions of not great exes in the past??? Not detailed but just a little mention that you guys can use your own previous relationships with, Body image issues, stretch marks, 18+ MINORS DNI. There's not really anything that needs to be put as a warning. I'm not doing anything hardcore in this one. Since this will be their first time I guess get ready for that. I'm not used to writing intimacy and making love. I'm a freak...I write horny hardcore stuff. This is gonna be long because he's taking his time on her. Making her feel worth his love and affection

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Hearing the doorbell ring and not expecting anyone to be showing up to the house or any packages that you were aware of; you got up and made your way to the wooden door. Looking out the glass on the door to see a box on the porch.

"Sammy, did you order anything by chance?" Yelling to your boyfriend in the mini-studio that was in the basement.

"I did actually. I got it for us to do. Would you mind bringing it in for me? I'll be up in a moment." Opening the door and picking up the box; you brought it into the kitchen, grabbing your small pocket knife and cutting the tape.

Inside was a box for an intimacy art kit. A chuckle left your chest and you pulled it out of the box, standing it up on the table, and stood next to it. Leaning against the table with your arms and legs crossed.

"Okay, I'm done down there so basically what I-" Once he reached the top of the stairs and was in the doorway to the kitchen he saw that you had already opened it. Standing next to it like a disapproving mother.

"Samuel Francis Kiszka...What on earth is this? An intimacy art kit?" With your tone and his nervous laugh, it was evident that there was some tension in the air. You had only been dating for about two years and the thought of sex hadn't even come up in your mind. You were so set on just thinking about Sam and how happy you were in the relationship that you just never thought to bring up sex.

Sammy knew your dating history and how you were treated by your previous partners. So he knew better than to bring up sex so early in the relationship. However, it was clear to see that he had been thinking about it as of late.

"Well love I was thinking...Since we've been living together, I've wanted to progress where we stood in our relationship. I've been thinking about how we've never had sex and I really want to show you how much I love and cherish your body. So I thought that we could do this for a date night and for your first time with me and me with you. Jake recommended it to me. I was telling him how I didn't know how to approach you with the topic and he told me that he and Jita had a date night and did this. It turned out really cool. They have it hung in the living room like it's an abstract painting." His overwhelming explanation hit you hard. You had no idea that he was so nervous about approaching you about it.

"So what we lay down the canvas, put paint down on it, and then we have sex on the paint-covered canvas? Sounds messy and like we're gonna get paint in a lot of places." You let out a nervous chuckle and picked it up, turned the box in all different directions, reading what all you do with it.

"Yes but it's non-toxic, but I really want to make our first time something to remember and something that you enjoy. I don't want it to be routine or just like every other person that you've been with."

You hit the box lightly against your hand and you sighed, nodding with your eyes closed. Setting the box back down on the table, walking over to the cabinet, and pouring yourself a glass of wine. Sipping on it slowly and then turning around to look at Sam who was shyly looking at you from the doorway.

"Fine, we can do it but with one condition. We're not hanging it up in the living room. It's being hung in the bedroom above the head of the bed." You walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His body easing against you, his hands grabbing at your waist.

Pulling away, you downed the wine in the glass and placed the glass on the counter. Grabbing the box and walking over to Sammy.

"So, where are we gonna do this at. It's gonna get messy." He took the box from you gently and kissed your forehead.

"It comes with plastic to lay down under the canvas. Don't worry mama, everything's gonna be just fine. Just leave it to me." With a smirk on his face and your hand in his, he led you downstairs into the basement. Away from the studio and over to where you and the boys usually had hangouts.

Upon opening the box it was evident that Sam had done some research into this product. Pulling out the plastic first and laying it down on the smooth concrete flooring, next was the cream-colored canvas, the paints that he pulled out were forest green, a warm brown, and burnt sunset orange. The paints that he picked out were colors that pretty much match your home's decor. You sat on the couch against the wall, watching how giddy he was getting over this.

Opening the caps to the paints, he started squirting the paint all over the canvas, making sure that all of the paint would be dispersed evenly. Setting the bottles on the table, he turned back towards you, sitting back down and kissing at your neck. Your hand laid on his leg, soft moans eliciting from your lips with every slight suck Sam gave to the soft and supple skin.

"Sammy...condom." You practically whined, vibrations hit your skin as Sam chuckled, nodding.

"It comes with one mama...but don't worry even if it didn't I would have had one down here." Your eyes went wide as he laid the admission on you like that. He really had been thinking about it a lot...your stomach churned and you pulled away for a moment.

"Hey pretty girl what's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Talk to me." His entire attitude changed to one of worry. His eyes scanning over you, trying to read your body language for any signs of distress.

"It's nothing Sammy...I just." You stopped for a moment and took in a breath. Trying to search for the words in your head before you continued. Your mind racing a million miles a minute. You couldn't understand why your body was reacting the way it did. Was it the fact that so many before were so eager to touch your body or was it the fact that you didn't want to disappoint Sam.

"It's not nothing Y/N. Somethings not right up in that pretty little head of yours. Alarms are going off telling you to be on guard. If you don't want to do this, that's okay. I don't wanna push you to do something that you don't wanna do. I'm not gonna make you have sex with me. If anything, that's the last thing that I want." His hands rubbed your arms, thumbs stroking the skin that was left revealed by your tank top.

A tear trickled down your cheek, your hand quickly coming up to wipe it away before Sam had the chance. Tilting your head back, you sniffled, chuckling.

"This is so fucking stupid. I'm crying over sex...Sam why on earth did you ever want me? I'm so broken and damaged. Did you think that you could fix me?" The repressed anger that you had been holding in that usually kept you up at night decided to rear its ugly head. Sam being taken aback by your doubts.

"If only you could see yourself the way that I see you mama. If you saw yourself the way that I see you, you would never doubt yourself. You hate your arms, the way they look in certain shirts and dresses; I find them amazing. They give me the warmest hugs on the days that I feel like the whole world is against me. You hate the way that your thighs touch yeah?" He gave you a look, encouraging you to answer. All he could get at that moment was a nod. Not trusting your throat to be able to make any sounds.

"Mama I could lay my head on those thighs for days and never tire of them. I could lay between them until I died and I would be happy. The way you have some chub on you, god mama that is just more for me to squeeze and love on. Every part of yourself that you hate is something that I find absolutely goddess-like. You have to trust me on that. Pretty girl when we first started dating, the guys would have to throw pillows or drumsticks at me just to get me to shut up about how much I'm in love with every part of you. If you give me the chance, and it doesn't have to be tonight if you don't want it to be, I wanna show you how much of a goddess you are to me." If you weren't shell shocked before, you definitely were now.

A dark blush powdered your cheeks, nearly looking like rouge from the 1920's. You gave a weak smile to Sam, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

"You promise? You really think that? You're not just saying that?" The worry that once clouded your voice, started to disapate. Sam nodding slowly, his cheeks becoming flush, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sam?"

"Yes pretty girl?"

"Are you gonna show me or no?" His eyes lit up, pupils becoming blown out, nearly making his soft brown eyes look almost black.

Pulling you into his lap, he rubbed your thighs, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing circles. The plush skin indenting with his grip. Pushing the loose-fitting shorts up some as he rubbed your thighs.

"You need to tell me if you wanna stop okay? I'm gonna go at your pace. You don't need to worry about me if you wanna stop. I care about you feeling safe and loved. Your safety is at the top of my list, yeah?" You gave a nod to him, leaning back in trying to catch his lips with yours.

"I'm not gonna do anything till I hear you say it. I want a verbal and enthusiastic yes. I don't-"

"God Sam yes just...Please. 'M wanting you and only you. I wanna know what it feels like to be loved by you." The desperation in your voice was enough to send Sam over the edge in that very moment. A small whine left his lips and his lips crashed into yours.

His hands traveled up your shirt and you could feel the calloused pads of his fingertips marking a path to your back and up to the clips of your bra.

"Is this okay sweet girl? I don't wanna be moving too fast for you." You gave him a nod, a look of disapproval painting his face.

"Yes Sammy, this is okay. I promise that I'm gonna let you know if I'm uncomfortable. Just please you have to believe me. I want to do this with you. I want to feel every part that you have to offer to me. Please you have to believe me when I say that." He let out a sigh and nodded. His last true belief that you were telling the truth was you taking off the shirt, your hands moving his from your back to lay on the curvature of your breasts.

He let out a breath, 'Oh fuck', before he gently pushed you back onto the couch, holding your hips as he returned his lips to yours. Feeling the soft plush lips of your lover traveling to your cheek, then to your jaw, to the special spot behind your ear, down your neck, landing at your collarbones; sucking soft purple hickeys into them.

"You are the most stunning person I have had the absolute pleasure of laying eyes on. I feel like I have been blessed by every godly figure in this universe by being able to look at you let alone have you in my life as my girlfriend. I don't know what god sent you to me or what path I took that made me be able to come home to you every night but I think I need to start thanking him or her." His confession laid against your collarbone felt like a hot branding iron pressing into the soft skin. Marking you with the confession of a lifetime, something that you would think about for years to come with every look at your chest.

You never knew that a person could see someone like this but Sam was proving that to be true. In watching him, you could see him flick his eyes to look up at you. Pushing himself up onto his palms, looking down at you.

"Sam I don't know why or how you're able to see me this way but I think you need to work with Josh more on writing the lyrics for the songs. You have such a way with words that I have never been able to understand. I'm so insecure about myself but yet the way you talk about me is starting to make me think twice." A soft smile grew on his face and he kissed the tip of your nose, brushing some of the hair out of your face.

It was a silent understanding that he understood where you were coming from but was glad that you were finally seeing things from his perspective or at least you were starting to. You watch him sit up and back on his heels, crossing his arms over him and pulling his own shirt up and over his head. That little feeling of insecurity made its way back into your chest as you ran gentle fingertips over the soft skin of his abdomen.

"Mama can I keep going?" Giving him a nod and him, for once, accepting it, dipped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. Pulling them down slowly, kissing at your plush stomach and thighs. Throwing the shorts to the ever-growing pile that was somewhere off to the side of the room.

"Sam...I don't know. You're just-"

"No you're not gonna compare yourself to me. For one I'm much taller than you. Two, I am so skinny. I'm talking I look like Gumby walking around." A laugh made its way from your chest out of your throat. A smile shining down at you from above.

"I knew that would get a laugh outta you but princess...You are absolutely goddess-like. If you were a Greek statue, you'd be one of the most visited ones in the museum." The pet name and the complement made a rush of warmth rush to the lower half of your body. Feeling your thighs clench together as his hands kneaded your thighs.

"Sam, you said you could die between my thighs right?" He gave a nod, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Then I'm...god I can't believe I'm saying this right now...I want you to eat me out. Show me how much you love and worship my body" That was all he needed to hear.

Standing up, removing his sweats and boxers, pulling down your panties and taking your bra off. You wrapped your legs around his waist and felt yourself lose contact with the soft couch. Laying you gently onto to canvas, your back tensing up with the contact of the cold paint.

"If you want me to stop, either tap me or verbally tell me to stop. Otherwise, I'm gonna think that you want me to keep going, especially if you wrap these gorgeous thighs around my head and start squeezing me." You took a deep breath in, getting acclimated to the paint underneath you. Feeling how it spread out to the form of your body.

"Do you want to touch me and get a feel for my body before you start Sammy?" You couldn't make eye contact with him, scared that if you did, your voice would catch in your throat and you wouldn't be able to do anything.

"Look at me...Look at me mama" Obeying him, though reluctantly, you could see all the love and devotion in his face.

"I would love nothing more. Do you want me to use some of the paint as well? Let me make a mark on your body?" You could see the look on his face was one of care and he was genuinely asking you if that was something that you wanted him to do. Slowly you nodded, watching him hold up the three tubes in front of your face.

"You can make a mark on my body and I'll make a mark on yours, how about that sweet girl?" A soft smile rose to your face and you grabbed one of the tubes of paint, squirting some into your hand. Laying small handprints onto his chest and back as you pulled him closer.

The both of you took time to cover each other's body with paint, sensual and gentle touches as you pulled him closer to your face. Seeing the paint in his hair from your hand brought a fit of giggles to the surface.

"Okay, Sam you really don't have to do all the theatrics." You let out a sigh, getting more comfortable with the situation at hand. Rubbing the back of his neck, releasing some of the tension that you could feel had arisen from the stress.

"It's not theatrics if I think it's the truth. I will kiss every inch of your skin from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head. I will kiss the very earth that you walk on. I will shower you in love and gifts the way that a goddess should be showered. You are my queen Y/N and I intend on letting you know that until I die and into the afterlife." He had grabbed your face, making you look at him. Making sure that you understood every word that he said. Making sure that you knew that he was telling the truth.

Taking some of the paint that was left on his hand, he wiped it over his lips, going down between your legs, kissing your calves and thighs. Seeing the paint leave lip marks on the skin. Your hands came up to cover your paint-covered breasts, looking up at the ceiling.

You had told Sam that his was your way to prepare for what was going to happen. Letting yourself go into your head and tell your muscles to relax. He simply watched you through his long lashes and laid a kiss just above your clit.

"You doing okay up there princess? You still wanna go through with this?"

"I do Sammy. I really truly do. Please wanna feel you baby." Your hand went to his hair, pushing him down some. Getting the hint, he licked a stripe up your folds, stopping just below your clit. It wasn't that he was teasing you, he just didn't wanna give you too much at once.

"Sammy please...I want it please."

"Be patient princess. I'm getting to it." You could feel his smirk against your thigh, his middle finger sliding down through your folds and rubbing around your entrance. Small whimpers filled the empty space, letting him know that what he was doing felt good to you.

Slowly but surely, Sam slide his middle finger into you, your toes curling as you wanted to just shove his face against you. He added a second finger, attaching his mouth to your clit, slowly and softly sucking and biting. His tongue working wonders at flicking your clit once gently between his teeth. His fingers pumping in and out of you. The tips of his fingers rubbing up against a spot that none of your previous lovers could find, not that you thought that they actually cared enough to try to find.

Eliciting moans from you as if he were eliciting notes and sounds from his bass. He was doing it with ease, your chest rising and falling as he picked up his pace. Gripping his hair into your hand and pulling; your thighs wrapped around his head and squeezing him. All of it just encouraged him more. Fingering and sucking quicker, mindlessly tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter, feeling like it was going to snap at any moment.

"Sammy...I- Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum.." Your voice came out more like a whine than you would have liked it too. Laced with desperation and dripping with need, your chest heaving faster just before Sam pulls away completely.

"Sammy why'd ya do that? That felt so good. I wanted to cum." Your eyes closed and you tilted your head back, adjusting to the rapidly falling feeling of your impending orgasm fading away.

"I know princess but we haven't even started yeah? I don't wanna overwhelm you. The next time that you say it's okay that we have intimacy like this I'll let you cum as many times as you want. Here...I'm gonna slide you over here." He moved to the other side of the canvas, gently grabbing your ankles and pulling you to him so the two of you were in better lighting.

"You are so beautiful, mama...God, how did you ever want to date me? You could have any man that you wanted and yet you settled for me." He looked your body over, your eyes, however, trailing down his body to take him in. LED lights around the ceiling suddenly turned on, backlighting his body as he hovered over you.

Rolling the condom on and positioned himself between your legs, kissing in between the valley of your breasts, up the ridge of your throat, connecting at your lips.

"Are you ready baby? I'm not gonna do it unless you're actually ready." Rubbing your side with one hand and bracing himself with the other. Giving him a nod and a passionate kiss, he grabbed his cock at the base and rubbed the tip through your folds.

Gathering enough, slick he started to push in, groaning at the feeling of you wrapping around him. A gasp escaped your throat without you realizing it. Throwing your head back and grabbing his forearm and slapping your other hand onto his back, scratching at the toned skin.

"Princess, fuck...It's like you were made for me. You feel so fucking good." His eyes shut tight and he caught his bottom lip in between his teeth. His hand tightly grabbing at your thigh. Pushing himself to the hilt and waiting for you to adjust. His lip quivering as he refrained from thrusting into you too soon.

You never knew that someone could fill you up so well. Though stretching you out some, his cock felt like the perfect puzzle piece. Letting out a desperate whimper, your paint-covered leg came up to wrap around his waist. Digging your heel into the bottom of his spine to ensure that he wouldn't pull out of you.

"Sammy, you feel so good. Feel like heaven. I want you, I need you to move. I'm okay yeah?" His hands grabbed your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist, picking you up, flipping the two of you over. The canvas nearly filled up with the little movement the two of you had accomplished to do.

"Want you to go at whatever speed you want princess. Do whatever you feel is right." His eyes held a sparkle to them while still maintaining the protective nature he always held for you.

Positioning yourself on your knees, you started at a slow pace, getting used to being on top and being given full control. Your hands find their way to Sam's chest, bracing yourself and allowing you to bend over and roll your hips against him. Nervousness took over, little voices in your head barging in on your perfect moment telling you that he's not enjoying it. That he's not liking how you're doing this.

"Sam...I don't really know what I'm doing...I don't wanna do something wrong. Can you just please...please for the love of whatever deity is out there, just fuck me?" Those words were the only thing that he needed to hear to regain control. His hands grabbing at your hips and his own hips finding a pace, careful not to hurt you.

With the thrusts and your own clumsiness, you lunge forward, hands landing in puddles of paint. Eyes squeezing tight and jaw hung open, Sam letting a smirk crawl up against his face.

"Feel good princess? Feel full and warm?" His soft but assertive voice broke the otherwise deafening silence. Your teeth catching your bottom lip, biting down hard enough to taste a slight metallic twinge filling your mouth.

His cock hitting every spot known to man with the combination of you bent forwards was drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm once again. Leaning back, planting your hands next to his legs, letting him watch your breasts bounce in perfect timing with his thrusts was all the encouragement he needed.

"Can feel you getting close baby. Wanna feel you cum round my cock okay? You think you can do that for me? Want you to cum with me, wanna feel how good I make you feel."

His own back arched, whimpering as his cock twitches inside of you. Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him up into a kiss, your chests impossibly close. It was more intimate than anything you had experienced before. And the fact it was with Sam? Made it all the better.

“You’re doing so good pretty girl. Feel so good…Fuck how did I ever end up with a girl like you? I’ll never understand that.” His eyes shut tight, gently biting down on your shoulder. His hands roaming your back as if they were a map he was reading, leading him to some lost treasure.

His hips started to falter, his eyes staring deeply and lovingly into yours. To him, he could look in your eyes for the rest of his life, never once getting sick of them. He could imagine his whole life in those eyes, seeing his entire world and universe colliding into one with just a single glance.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum…Sammy I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop. Please I’m begging you Sammy.” Your whimpers becoming slurred with the intense pleasure surging through your body as though you because a generator for electricity; breaking Sammy out of his trance from your eyes.

“I am too baby…just let go for me yeah?” Clinging onto his body, you let out a scream, chanting and yelling his name like it was the only thing you knew. Feeling Sam cum into you near the same time, whimpers falling out of his lips like a gentle rain.

HIs head rested on your shoulder, breathing heavy as you felt his lips curl into a smile against your collarbone. Your fingers trailed through his hair, laying a kiss to his forehead. You felt like you could stay in that position for hours, holding each other close, feeling Sam's cock softening inside of you. Feeling whole and full, Sam grabbed your thigh to pull you off of him. Your chest rumbled with a groan, tightening your thighs around him.

"Not yet baby...Just a little longer. Feels good, you inside me." You buried your face into his neck, feeling his throat vibrating with a chuckle. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in closer to him, resting your body against the entirety of his own.

"I didn't think you'd wanna stay on top of me darling. But if you wanna stay on top of me, you just tell me when you're ready." You could hear his voice change, hearing him sadden some.

As soon as you hugged him, staying in that position for what felt like years, you raised your head to look at him. Seeing his cheeks puffy and red.

"What's wrong Sammy? Did I do something wrong?" Hands coming up to move his face, turning him to face you and directly look at you.

"I just...I never thought you'd want me. Everyone always wants my brothers. They're the better looking ones. Josh has that amazing voice and Jake...Jake is just a favorite with all the ladies. Danny...Danny could get any girl he wanted. I mean he had a crush on you for the longest time when we first started seeing each other. I really truly thought you'd leave me for him." That's when the tears started flowing on both of your parts.

You got off of him and kneeled next to him, looking at him with a shattering heart. Never knowing that he felt that way the entirety of y'all's relationship.

"Sam...You know that I would never hurt you like that. I have only ever had eyes for you. Not Josh, not Jake, not Danny, you. You were the one that made my heart stop when I saw you. Not them. Sammy I trusted you enough to give you this version of myself. Why would I want someone else when I would do this for you, though I'm not saying I did do this for you. I did this for us."

For a moment, Sam only focused on, 'I did this for us'. Did you actually think that? His mind flooded with questions, not knowing what to start with first.

"What do you mean? I'm being serious Y/N. You could have someone who could love you so much more than I can and yet here you are, stuck with me and settling for me." His hands flew up and covered his face, covering his face in paint in the shape of his handprints.

"Because I see the twins like older brothers. They've always been there to protect me and make sure that I'm comfortable in a situation, being like big pitbull's for me. Danny is the best friend I've always wanted when I was in school. He's kind and caring and he is a gentle soul. I don't wanna be with them Samuel...I've only wanted you. You need to understand that. You need to understand that you are the only one I have eyes for, you are the only one that I want in my life. Samuel I live with you for fucks sake. I sleep in the same bed as you." You stopped for a moment to breathe, taking his hands off his face and holding them in your own,

"Sam I get excited when you come home. I get giddy when you want to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie with me. I'm so blessed that you were worried about bringing sex up to me because of my past but you need to understand that if I never started dating you, that doesn't mean that I would be with your best friend or your brothers. You all would have been my best friends if we never started dating." Sam only looked at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, trying to comprehend the words leaving your mouth.

He pulls you into a hug and sobs into your neck, your hands going to stroke his hair.

"Sammy I'm not leaving you any time soon. Not even in the future am I leaving you. I wouldn't hurt you like that. I wouldn't break your heart like that. You are something so special to me, you're my everything. If you weren't I wouldn't have moved in with you, I wouldn't have agreed to do this, I wouldn't have agreed to spend my life with you. You have all of me. You have every single ounce and fiber of my being."

"Y/N...thank you...I don't know what I would do without you. I'd be miserable without you." You let out a chuckle and pull him away from you so you can see his face. Kissing away his tears and finally laying a soft kiss to his lips.

"Come on...let's get in the shower. I think this paint is starting to dry on us. I don't wanna be flaking it off later. I think it's in some places I'd like to starting getting it out of as soon as possible." A laugh escaped his throat, nodding in agreement with you.

Standing up and holding a hand out to him, he grabs your hand and pulls himself up. Pulling you to him and planting a kiss to your lips. Grabbing the back of your thighs and picking you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Looking at the canvas still on the floor.

"Okay...Maybe and just maybe when it's dry, we can hang it in the living room. It does look pretty cool. Would be a cool little piece to have on the wall behind the couch." You smirk at him and kiss the tip of his nose, watching him celebrate with excitement.

Traveling up the stairs into the shared bedroom, sneaking away in the bathroom, your body still clinging to him; Sam turned the shower on, letting it heat up.

"I'm gonna marry you one day Y/N Y/L/N I swear on it. Gonna buy you the most gorgeous diamond ring and we're gonna have the most beautiful and elegant wedding you've ever seen. But one day, you're gonna be Y/N Kiszka and frankly I like the sound of it already."

"Don't get ahead of yourself mister, we still have a lifetime to live together. You're still on tour and actively working and we've only been together for two years and living together for like a year. I don't know if we're exactly in a position to be already thinking about marriage. Yes one day but I know how you are Kiszka" You smirked and shuffled out of his arms, getting into the shower, Sam following closely.

His arms wrapping around you and letting the steam envelop your two bodies as you washed off.

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Okay so that was longer than I really wanted it to be and I kinda got off track there but hey I tend to do that. I hope y'all liked it, this isn't exactly my forte.

[gaymerasmus]

YOYOYOOOOO could you do a mercs with S/O who likes to draw and they find drawings of said merc that S/O made 😋⁉️

Ahsgaksgaksh that's so cute y'all have such good ideas

Mercs react to drawings of themselves made by their S/O!!!

CW: swearing, implied nsfw

Scout

probably found it on accident while chilling in your room

He "accidentally" moved a "random" journal "accidentally" and it fell "on accident" onto the floor and every single thing spilled out

"accidentally"

Word for word that's what he said to you

But he's like super into it!!! Loves that there's a fellow artist among the mercs

He draws a lot too and eventually shows you his drawings

He tries to play off the whole "omg they drew me" thing but he really can't hide it no matter how cool he tries to be

Once he's done being flustered he'll ask if he can model for you sometime

Laughs when you reject the hell out of him (affectionately)

Is super proud of your work :)

Demoman

Walked in on you drawing and didn't think much of it until he noticed you started acting protective of your work and was like (,,-`_●) wots this

Straight up walks over to you and just scoots you away from your finished art

Like when ur cat is in the way but you don't have the patience to be cute and nice so you're like

#move

He does that to you. To get your attention.

Starts to look through your older works, just stuff you've shown him before. Hints that he wants to see what you're working on but will never outright ask

He doesn't like being forward with you plus it's cute watching you figure it out

You show him a bit of what you're drawing and he's like omg that's me and you're blushing hello

Big stupid grin on his face and he won't stop smiling no matter how many times you tell him to

"it's okay, you INSPIRE me too ;))"

The flirting doesn't last tho bc he geeks out and asks if you can draw him with mythical creatures.

Definitely brags about it so bad. Constantly showing everyone the last thing you made for him. No shame whatsoever he loves you too hard for that.

Pyro

You guys draw together all the time and it's totally awesome!!!! But mostly it's cute cartoons and creatures you draw. This was quite different.

Pyro finds themself standing in your room looking at the picture of them on your desk. They go up to grab it and realize it's a drawing

Honestly a little freaked out by how good you made them look

Stops you from whatever you're doing and points at the paper and then to themself

Once they get confirmation it's them, they're so excited!

They're mumbling a mile a minute and you have to ask them to slow down 739382729 times to get what they're saying

Eventually they just pull you into a big hug. They appreciate you more than they could ever say anyways.

Pyro is extremely touched that you'd draw them in such detail and immediately wants to draw you as well!!

Drags you away so you can model for them and hang out with them even more :3

Heavy

You're drawing him one day but you can't get his eyes right, so you have him sit down and read a book.

He's so nervous around you he's definitely not reading and is just getting blushier by the second

"Do you need to look so closely?"

Tbh I think eye contact makes him squirm

You notice he's getting stressed so you offer a break. He immediately puts the book down and asks to see.

You're a bit hesitant; the eyes still don't look right and the shading is off and you don't get to finish bc he gives you a shy smooch and steals it away while you're both busy being flustered

Bashfully compliments your work over and over he just can't get over it

He'd put it up on his wall so he can see it all the time, but he'd never let anyone else see it ever.

He's so soft about you and loves everything you do. Even if eye contact makes him nervous he'd do it all day if it meant you kept drawing

Soldier

You two often find yourselves in his room listening to him rant about things. He's very open with you and loves talking while you prattle away at your art.

And once you get past the screaming this dude actually makes good conversation once in awhile.

You're sitting on his bed one day and drawing him pacing about the room talking about whatever. For someone who is constantly glancing up at him you're really not listening.

"Son. SON."

You look up and he's standing like 2 inches away. He's looking at you expectantly. You're like um... Yes? Because you think he's asked you a question.

He brightens up and takes the paper out of your hand with a thanks.

Before you can stop him he's looking right at... Himself.

He takes in every detail silently for a moment.

You think he's broken but then he turns to you with the biggest grin.

"YOU THINK IM MODELING MATERIAL MAGGOT??"

Picks you up and gives you the biggest and most American (the good parts only) hug.

He's super duper extremely pumped that you drew him! In fact he's probably tearing up underneath that helmet of his.

He's secretly a huge sap for this kind of thing, but has never once initiated it. So you doing it first was mind blowing.

Says thank you a billion times and asks to draw you a billion more times.

Proudly frames it next to a drawing he's done of you. Literally every person alive (and dead, probably) knows about it.

Now everytime you draw he checks to see if it's him or the two of you. Those are his new favorites.

Engineer

Let's get something straight. This man will literally die at the slightest bit of affection you give him. He is so old and so shy and his heart so fragile and you are so damn cute to him.

So he really doesn't know why he let you become his shop apprentice, but you're here now.

You send him to your quarters to grab a blueprint you left in there, he's been in there before and you trust him not to peep at anything so this happens a lot.

He's going through a pile of papers one day, trying to find the right blueprint for your project when a small shred of paper flutters down to the ground.

He's like Oh Shit I just fucking Ripped their paper I'm going to Die.

In reality he finds the paper it came off of and tapes it back together real fast.

Still panicked tho and wants to make sure it's lined up right, so he turns it around.

Stares at it and is absolutely Flabbergasted. Shitting. Pissing. Crying. The whole shebang.

Marches right back down to his shop, drawing in hand.

He stands in front of you, beet red, clutching the paper to his chest.

"Darlin' is... Is this me?"

You know Engie for being so smart you sure ask some obvious questions.

He's completely at a loss of words so he just grabs your face and kisses you.

Apologizes for being so forward with you (only after you've kissed for a good 5 minutes)

He's absolutely enthralled a pretty thing like you would draw him in such a likeness, and makes sure you know it.

Shamelessly compliments you over and over and will never stop. If you even dare doubt him he'll get physical with his praise ;)))

Keeps the picture in his shop so he can see it and think of your while he's working.

Sniper

Little creeper probably scoped you out and saw you drawing, but you don't mind. It's kind of his job anyway.

He goes to see what you're drawing but he's like forever away so it takes a bit to get there.

Once he does you're already done, napping next to the finished picture in the window.

When you wake up, there's a new drawing sitting next to you.

It's you sitting next to his camper in a fold out chair, beer in hand and a smile on your face. It's simple and candid, and you wonder if he used a photo reference.

You find him easily enough. Slamming open the camper door, you cheerfully watch him jump 2 feet in the air from the sudden loud intrusion.

"Oi! Quit slammin' my doors and making a bloody racket in my damn camper you..." He trials off once he sees you.

Immediately clams up. He's so awkward, and mostly private about his drawings, too. But he thought you looked so beautiful that day. You had finished with one of your first missions, and you managed to wrangle up a few guys from the team to go force Sniper to hang out with you.

He fondly remembers acting annoyed, but deep down he was touched. You always made excuses to see him, and it makes him feel so wanted. He's been drawing you ever since, and to see you drawing him as well means the world. He wanted to show you that.

He explains this to you shyly, looking like a bashful young man confessing to his first crush. Its really cute.

You never see that picture of him again, though. He keeps it tucked away in the front pocket of one of his favorite flannels.

When he's working and it's particularly slow, he'll fish it out and look at it, thinking only of you.

Medic

Since he's constantly bound by the paperwork gods (himself) to stay in his office and do paperwork 1000 hours a day you kind of have to sit in there with him sometimes if you wanna spend actual time with him.

You don't particularly mind, it's quiet enough for you to concentrate and he loves that you're here with him.

One particular day he's like super pissed Abt something and you thought he looked funny.

Like no fear no balls just vibes you don't care. So naturally you draw him.

He catches you giggling about it and is already So Sick Of Your Shit.

Walks over and checks out what you're drawing. It's a picture of him with exaggerated, angry features.

He thinks it's really cute and can't help but laugh, complimenting your drawing style.

He loves that you're always there to make him smile, and this was no different.

Doesn't mind you drawing more serious pictures of him, but his all time favorite will always be those goofy doodles from when he's in a mood.

It makes him feel better knowing you're not scared of him, underneath his business-like demeanor really is just a huge goofball.

He keeps all the little drawing you let him have, and they all sit neatly tucked away in his office drawer.

Spy

As a self-crowned King of Romance, he never lets anything get past his "suave" outer shell. He can put on as many moves as he can but the second anyone else does he has to double down and make sure he doesn't end up a blushing mess.

Gift giving is, naturally, more his thing than your thing. So when your anniversary comes around you expect, well, gifts.

He, on the other hand, doesn't expect much.

So when you present him with a beautifully detailed drawing of him in his smoking room, he is immediately Down For The Count

Blushing, stammering, smiling, all of it. He tries so hard to keep that cool cat act but we ALL know better.

Turns away from you and tries to save what little mysterious swag he has left

It's not much

Can't stop looking at it. He simps so hard for you when you draw. Everything entrances him when it comes to you. The way your hands look as you're sketching, the mess of color all over you when you're finished with a drawing, the concentrated look on your face as you take in all the details. All of it.

Finally gathers himself and turns his attention back to you.

He's thankful for the gift and he thinks it's really sweet! He's never really liked being "depicted" or anything like that, but when you do it it has him feeling a certain way. Down bad respectfully.

That's it for those, I kept em a little short and sweet but I hope you like them. Thank you for reading!

[xynnoix]

*finally got up from laptop* well hello Xyn Shifu! How are you doing? How are your precious eyes? Are you resting well?

New chapters of comic were fire! The expressions, the colors, the light, the pace, the story- Everything is sooooooo freaking good! I can't wait to see how it will turn, but of course, no rush, have your well deserved rest and keep yourself from burning out, be hydrated, be well!

Recently I checked my eyes(which is totally normal for me by now) and I got new season of "no screens", which means I won't use any screen(phone, laptop) more than 2 hours per day, which is okay for me. It only means that I got an excuse to print out your comics to look at them when I am practicing art or just want to be closer to something great ;]

Again, thank you for sharing your incredible art with us! I wish I could show better how much I appreciate and love your art and everything you do! Be well and stay healthy, Shifu!

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Oh my gosh, 🐍 hi!! I've been going fine and uh- *glances at the clock* yeah- I...I've been resting (no, but like, I have been going to bed really early these past few days, today's just weird lol)

Thank you so much! I was so worried that the story might be pacing too slow and such. I'm glad to hear that, it's such a relief :D

Oh gosh, well- we really need to reduce our screentime XD I need to too, but when my own thing is involved around staring at the screen, it's quite difficult lmao. I hope you get the rest you need tho! That's really a good idea.

And again, thank YOU for the support. It keeps me going and I appreciate it so much. Love y'all <3

[kthstrawberryshortcake]

Going Full V || kth x reader

pairing: Taehyung x Reader ft. best friend Yoongi

genre: slightly angsty fluffs

brief summary: Yoongi would do anything for his closest friends. Which is how he ends up mediating a misunderstanding between you and Taehyung, whom you've had feeling for for ages now. That's also how he ends up dealing with panicked calls from both you and Tae when he's at work in this studio late one night.

a/n: This is just a cute little idea I had in the literal middle of the night recently, especially inspired by me thinking through how much I would be freaked out by Taehyung going into V-mode out of nowhere if we weren't in a relationship already. I hope y'all enjoy it! I feel irrationally nervous about posting it but here goes nothin' I guess? :)

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Despite being the last person who would actually want to be, Min Yoongi often found himself in the middle of his friends’ relationships. Granted, the friendships he did maintain were relatively few but very close, limited to the other members, you, and one or two others.

That’s why he found himself feeling disappointed but not surprised when his phone rang at just past 11pm that Saturday night. Holed up in his studio working away as usual, he nearly decided to let the call go to voicemail, but seeing your name light up on the screen made him reconsider. You were his best friend, and for as much as you drove each other crazy at times, you really did usually have a good reason for calling.

He did not, however, expect you to be panicking and near tears when he answered the phone. “Yoongs?” Your voice sounded smaller than usual, making his brow furrow in worry. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Take a deep breath, tell me what’s up.” He said calmly, hearing you inhale and exhale deeply as he instructed. “I think I messed up, or, I don’t know… I’m so confused.” You sighed, prompting him to ask you what exactly happened. “It’s okay, go slowly if you need to and tell me what happened from the beginning,” he said, wondering what on earth could have you this upset out of nowhere.

“I went to have a movie night at Taehyung’s tonight, and you know how I feel about him, but I reacted badly and now he probably thinks I hate him. At the very least he thinks I have strictly platonic feelings towards him. You know I don’t know what to do in those sorts of situations, especially since I’ve turned hiding the fact that I’m in love with him into an actual art form!” You sounded exasperated, the wheels turning in your mind too fast for you to keep up as your brain thought the worst of things.

Yoongi sighed, trying to keep you on track to actually get the story out of you before you self-destructed. “What exactly happened and how did you react to it?” He inquired in hopes of directing you back to your explanation.

“We were sitting on the couch watching the movie, but at some point we stopped to grab more snacks and went into the kitchen, and Tae started acting…. beyond friendly, I guess? Lots of intense stares and smirking and standing super close to me, and he was saying some stuff about me being such a good friend, but not in a normal way… In this dark teasing tone, and he made his voice really low and did the eyebrow thing and — oh god, I’m so embarrassed. A couple of minutes of that, which was very out of character by the way, at least compared to how he normally is with me, and I panicked. I froze, made some dumb excuse about needing to get home right away, probably squeaked like a damn mouse or something, and got out of there before he could say anything or react.” You explained as well as you could, shuddering at the memory of how you’d bolted.

Yoongi was speechless for a moment, during which you interjected, “It was like he went Full V.” Your phrasing confused your friend, who hummed in thought on the other end of the phone. “Meaning….?” He wasn’t understanding what you were getting at. “Well, um, he’s always just really friendly and happy-go-lucky, and sometimes mischievous, and sweet and so adorable… That’s what he’s like around me anyway. This was something I hadn’t seen before, the closest I can describe it as it was way more V than it was Taehyung, more dark sexy stage persona than anything else.”

Finally Yoongi understood what you’d meant, but before he could think and reply, he noticed he was getting another call. He quickly glanced at his screen, sighing almost defeatedly when he saw that it was Taehyung calling. “Y/N, I’m going to call you right back, okay? He’s calling me now, I’ll figure out what’s up. Don’t worry about your reaction, anyone would be shocked in that scenario. I’ll call you in a few.” He promised, waiting for your “okay” before he finally switched calls.

The voice that spoke from the other end was just as frenzied and nervous as yours, just dropped down a few octaves. “Hyung I need your help, I think I messed up!” Taehyung’s voice came through the phone loud and clear, and Yoongi almost wanted to laugh at how *both* of you were freaking out in the same way. “I just spoke to Y/N,” Yoongi replied, and he thought he could hear the younger man gasp slightly. “Is she okay? Does she hate me? Have I ruined everything?” Taehyung asked in a panic, making Yoongi roll his eyes.

“She’ll be fine, you guys are definitely going to need to talk after this though. Listen, I know you’ve been trying to figure out how to navigate your feelings for her, but what the hell were you thinking?” He asked in exasperation, unsure why his dongsaeng had taken the approach he’d chosen. Taehyung made a frustrated noise like he was ready to tear his hair out at this point.

“Hobi hyung gave me the idea to show her the less friend-like side of me, to show her that I’m interested in her as more than a friend, so…. I improvised?” He sounded unsure at the end, second-guessing the logic he’d operated on earlier that night. Yoongi shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, thinking about how he should really get paid for this shit at this point.

“That only slightly makes sense, although I don’t know that Hobi is the one to be asking for relationship advice. Anyway, he doesn’t know Y/N that well, and if he did he wouldn’t have suggested that approach. Please think about this one for a minute,” he ventured, pausing briefly before continuing. “You thought that becoming V and going the straight up seduction route was a good idea when the person you want to pursue is a shy virgin with severe anxiety?”

Okay, Taehyung had to admit, it sounded beyond stupid when phrased like that. “It’s not important anyway, she probably thinks I’m a creep now and won’t even want to be friends anymore.” He lamented, his tone discouraged and resigned. Yoongi sighed, shaking his head to himself.

“She doesn’t hate you or think you’re a creep. It’s a misunderstanding, really. You’re not going to like what I’m suggesting, but if you want to fix things with Y/N, the two of you are going to have to have a very honest and straightforward conversation about your feelings. She’s just as distressed as you right now, she thinks she ruined everything. Talk to her, for the love of god.” He instructed, and Taehyung perked up from learning all was not lost. He agreed, promising to go talk with you immediately before hanging up and heading straight for your apartment.

The whole drive there he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he chewed on his lip in nervousness, afraid to feel too hopeful about how things would turn out. A few minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, which was surprising at the late hour.

Curiosity overriding any thought of your appearance, you opened the door, beyond shocked to see Taehyung standing there with an anxious expression. His heart clenched at the sight of the mascara that had run down your cheeks, evidence that you had been crying only minutes before. He gave you a gentle smile, grateful when you immediately invited him inside. You both took a seat on the couch, facing one another.

You sat there for a minute, racking your brain for something to say. Instead, Taehyung spoke. “We should talk frankly about how we both feel, we’ve suffered enough from a tiny misunderstanding.” he suggested, and you nodded agreement. You couldn’t quite make eye contact, afraid of how this discussion would result. “I’m sorry about acting so weird. If I’d just told you that I love you and want to be more than friends we wouldn’t be in this mess.” He admitted, eyes widening at the extent of what he’d just accidentally revealed.

Your gaze shot up to meet his, clearly blown away by his admission. “I was sure I’d ruined everything when I freaked out just from you acting a little suggestive… I’ve been in love with you longer than I’d care to admit, Tae.” You confessed quietly, unable to avoid smiling (and blushing violently) as you watched a huge signature boxy grin grow on his face.

Not wanting the mistake of freaking you out twice, he opted to plant a kiss on your forehead and pull you into a hug instead of kissing you like he really wanted to. You’d get there all in due time, there was no need to rush. The two of you like giddy, giggling children in your elation at finally being together, you called Yoongi back.

“Crisis averted, hyung. Thanks for your help.” Taehyung said into the phone as you added “Thank you Yoongs. You’re the best. I appreciate you being the voice of reason. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Your friend sighed, sounding tired but unable to hide that he was happy things had turned out how they needed to. After all, he’d been listening to the both of you pining after the other for months at this point.

He said goodnight, yawning and rubbing his face as he sat on the couch in his studio. All that was left for the night was a glass of whiskey and a nice long sleep. But like he said, he should *really* get paid for this shit.