#also first time drawing the husband yay

[vonlycaonwife]

Don't mind me. Just shitted out a random doodle of my reaction to the enemy leaks

[soulaires]

Love Dilemma.

pairings: Aaron Warner x f!reader

summary: in which your daughter thinks your name is ‘love’ because apparently your husband has been calling you that.

warnings: fluff, crack, dad!aaron warner, use of y/n, ooc(?) warner, soft aaron warner.

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authors note: it’s here!! This is not proofread and English is not my first language so excuse it!! Also I think baby Dior would call her daddy “Aaron” sometimes 🥹

You have a problem.

And this time, it’s not about kenji but it’s about your daughter, dior.

dior, your five-year-old bundle of joy, had somehow gotten it into her head that her mother's name was 'Love.' It was all Aaron's fault, really. He had a habit of calling you 'Love' ever since, and somehow, your daughter had decided to take it quite literally.

One sunny morning, You and Aaron were in the kitchen, cooking pancakes, while your husband is hugging you from behind, face buried into your neck. dior bounded in, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. "Love, can we have pancakes today?"

Y/N nearly dropped the pancake batter. She turned to her daughter, trying to suppress a giggle. "Of course, sweetheart. Pancakes it is."

dior clapped her hands in delight. "Yay! Love makes the best pancakes!"

Meanwhile, Aaron who heard the conversation couldn't help but laugh. "You're right, princess. Love does make the best pancakes."

And so, the nickname 'Love' continued to stick. dior began using it with alarming regularity. She'd call out "Love, I'm hungry!" when she wanted a snack, or "Love, can you help me tie my shoelaces?" when she needed assistance.

You and Aaron had a good laugh about it, and they couldn't bring themselves to correct her. It was just too adorable. You guys always reasoned that she'd grow out of it soon enough.

But dior's idea of her mother's name wasn't limited to just your home.

dior's school project on family portraits was approaching, and she was brimming with excitement. She couldn't wait to draw her family and proudly display it in her classroom. A

Your husband had helped her gather all the art supplies she needed, from colored pencils to a large sheet of drawing paper.

As your daughter sat at the kitchen table with her art supplies scattered around her, Aaron watched his daughter with a warm smile. "Princess, are you ready to start your family portrait?"

dior nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with determination. "Yes, daddy!"

You leaned over to kiss dior's forehead. "Remember to write 'Mommy' for me."

dior frowned, her brows furrowed in concentration. "But Mommy, Daddy calls you 'Love.' Shouldn't I put that?”

You chuckled softly, touched by her daughter's innocence. "Well, it's true that Daddy calls me 'Love,' but for your school project, you should use 'Mommy,' okay?"

dior hesitated for a moment, torn between her father's endearing nickname and her mother's request. Finally, she nodded with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Okay, Mommy!"

With that, she set to work on her family portrait. As her colorful imagination flowed onto the paper, she meticulously drew each family member. Aaron's beaming smile, dior's pigtails, and their pet dog curled up in a cozy corner. But when she came to draw Y/N, she paused, her pencil hovering over the paper.

After a moment of contemplation, she couldn't resist her inner mischievous streak. She wrote 'Love' beneath the drawing of her mother instead of 'Mommy.'

dior stepped back to admire her masterpiece, her face glowing with pride. "There, it's done, daddy!"

You peered over your husband's shoulder at the drawing, your eyes widening in surprise. Instead of 'Mommy,' you saw the word 'Love' elegantly written beneath the figure that was unmistakably her. You and Aaron couldn't help but burst into laughter, both surprised and amused by your daughter's antics.

"dior, you little rascal," you chuckled, giving your daughter a playful nudge. "You just couldn't resist, could you?"

dior giggled mischievously, her eyes twinkling with delight. "I thought it was the perfect name for you, Mommy."

Aaron hugged his daughter tightly, unable to contain his laughter. "You know what, sweetheart? I think it's perfect, too."

And so, dior's family portrait proudly displayed the name 'Love' beneath her mother's figure when it was showcased at school. When her classmates asked about it, she simply explained, "That's my mommy, but we like to call her 'Love' sometimes."

And that leads her teacher to call you.

You guys received a call from her preschool teacher. "Mrs. Warner," she began, "dior has been insisting that your name is 'Love' in class. Is there something we should know?"

feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement, can’t form some words to say so you let your husband explain the situation to the teacher.

"It's just a little mix-up. She thinks my wife’s name is 'Love' because her daddy calls her mommy that."

The teacher chuckled. "Well, it's quite sweet, but you guys should try to correct her. We wouldn't want her to get confused."

"Of course," You finally spoke up, agreeing, though you knew it wouldn't be easy.

That evening, Aaron tried to gently correct dior. "Baby, you know Mommy's real name is not 'Love,' right?”

dior looked up with her big, innocent eyes, puzzled. "But Daddy, you call you mommy 'Love,' Why can't I?"

You heard your husband sighed, realizing it was a battle he couldn't win especially with her using her cute puppy dog eyes. Aaron looked at you for help, and you chuckled softly.

"Okay, you can call me 'Love' if you want, but just remember, my real name is 'Y/N.' Or you can call me ‘mommy’"

Your daughter nodded, seeming satisfied with the compromise. "Okay, Love."

You and Aaron couldn't help but smile at your daughter's stubbornness. You guys decided to let it go for now and see how long this phase would last.

As weeks turned into months, dior's nickname for her mother only grew more endearing. She would say things like, "Love, can you read me a bedtime story?" or "Love, can we go to the park today?" It had become a running joke in your household, and even your friends found it amusing.

One evening, you invited your friends, kenji and Juliette, over for dinner. Kenji, being kenji, couldn't resist teasing you about his newfound moniker. "So, Love, what's on the menu tonight?"

You chuckled, setting the salad on the table. "Well, Love has prepared a special meal for you all."

Juliette joined in, a mischievous grin on her face. "Love, you've really outdone yourself with this dinner."

You and Aaron exchanged amused glances, and you all shared a hearty laugh.

As You and Aaron settled into your cozy shared bedroom one evening, ready to end the day and drift off to sleep, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of contentment. You guys had just finished reading a bedtime story to dior and tucked her in, and now it was time for some much-needed rest.

As You pulled the covers over yourself and snuggled into your side of the bed, Aaron couldn't resist a mischievous grin. "Well, Love, are you ready for a good night's sleep?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Aaron, you just can't resist, can you?"

He chuckled, his eyes filled with playful mischief. "Well, you know, now that everyone calls you 'Love,' I have to make sure you remember who you belong to. You're my love."

You playfully swatted his arm, heart warming at his affectionate teasing. "Oh, really? I thought I belonged to baby dior now."

Aaron, feeling playfully betrayed, put on an exaggerated pout.

"What? My own daughter's stealing my 'Love'? That's it, I'm going to sell her toys."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics. You leaned over to give him a gentle kiss. "Oh my god, don’t. She will cry and gonna start calling you ‘Aaron’ now"

His pout dissolved into a grin as he wrapped his arms around you. "Just like her mother, calling me Aaron when mad." He teased, Kissing your forehead he can’t help but smile widely.

He loves you so much.

He loves you and his princess.

His two best girls.

No one’s gonna take this away from him.

Or else everything’s gonna be burned down.

(Aaron Warner) tag list 🏷 : @ravisinghs-wife @aishaleblanc

[zerocoded]

summary: imagine you are also a doctor at akso hospital and you are married to the hottest man in linkon city: dr. zayne or where only you can make doctor zayne rest.

authors note: my first post for love and deepspace because i've been obssessed and also my first work in 18 months lol, pls be kind because writing has traumatized me for eight years now シ (i've played this game everyday since i started playing and suddenly i'm poor). i found this beautiful drawing on pinterest, credits to the beautiful owner.

warnings: touch deprived doctor zayne • reader is a badass doctor • sfw content yay

word count: 1.3k

you lost track of dr. zayne’s success the moment his office became crowded with more awards than family photos, his house came to be emptier and his headache frowns became more frequent. as his lover and wife, your first instinct was to bring the issue up on your next pillow talk and make him take a break from work. as his colleague, your worried glances over a surgery table could only do so much. 

“did he go another night without sleep?”, the question lingered in the air as your eyes met for the first time this morning. the outside banter of a crowded akso hospital was left behind the double doors of his office as you made your way to his table, white coat swinging in the air as you walked towards him.

“liar”, your first attempt at communication was surprisingly effective considering the man's ruined attention span lately, “i waited for you last night. did our house become a tourist attraction to you, dr. zayne?”.

“good morning to you too, my lovely wife”, his response was calm as usual, the tone of his voice focused and serene.

“we agreed on a maximum two-night shifts per week”, you made a c-turn at his office table and crossed your arms when he finally looked at you under his specs. 

“i’m sorry, my love, i’ll make it up to you on the weekend, i promise”.

standing by his side, he leaned back on his office chair and spun until he was facing you. the tiredness under his green eyes is evident to you. even his hair was a little more unkempt than usual, the black strands pushed all the way back so his vision was cleared. absentmindedly, you trace his forehead with your hands trying to tame the few strands that had fallen over his eyes.

your husband was hot as fuck.

“what is it this time?”, you don’t waste more time reminiscing about his beauty even after a deadly night shift, as dr. greyson told you as soon as you got here this morning, and turned to his computer so you could examine the documents he was looking at before you interrupted him. 

the props of also being a brilliant doctor were that you could win your husband over logical arguments now and then, so you didn’t waste time and started scrolling through the pages with a precise eye and a dangerous closeness to a touch-deprived zayne beside you.

his hands started roaming over your hips as soon as you leaned over his table to study the special case he was eyeing, the grip on your waist proving to you that even the stoic dr. zayne also missed his wife's touch after a long day of work. or night - you should say?

“primary cardiac tumor?”, you mumble over his desk, attention divided between the computer screen and zayne’s caress on your skin.

“yes, on the posterior side of the left atrium, you can see it on the fifth slide”, his grip on your hips tightens as you reach for the computer mouse and lean a bit more over him, trying to locate the fifth slide he was talking about.

before that, said doctor demands your attention, “you smell good, princess”, his husky tone reaches your ears and you let out a smile as you feel his face getting closer to your covered arm, gaze still locked on the screen before you. 

“that’s what happens when you go home to take a shower, you know”, you couldn’t help but retort, ignoring his curious nose sniffing your shoulder away and his left hand shamelessly sizing your bum behind you. “evol surgery on an eighty-three-year-old patient?”, your frown didn’t go unnoticed by the surgeon and he finally detaches himself from you to explain more clearly - hand still on your ass, mind you.

“we talked to the family and that’s what they agreed upon”, he says - tone raspier than before, “i’m just revising the case for greyson, he said he wanted me to take a look first”.

of course he did, zayne is the epitome of reliability in and outside of work. you just wished he ate his meals on time and listened to you now and then.

“if this is the reason you left your wife alone in your house overnight, i’ll seriously murder that rat”, you went back to crossing your arms and standing beside his office chair, the visible pout on your lips moving the heartstrings on your husband’s chest.

zayne lets out a chuckle.

“you shouldn’t threaten your colleagues like this, princess, people may think i married an assassin”, his little smirk and firm grip on your waist were a deadly combination - you thought to yourself-, his timbre so light and sincere you couldn’t help but think that he must have been tired as hell.

“that brat spends more time with you than with me. are you two a thing now?” you ignore his advances and pretend to reject his touch. 

“an emergency popped up the second i started the car. yvonne went running to me before i got out”, his voice turned more serious and you took a step further, decreasing the distance between your bodies, “thirty-six, coronary artery bypass graft, had to perform resuscitation mid-surgery because his blood pressure dropped randomly”.

you nod, a pout still visible on your face. when you feel both his arms circulating around you and bringing you closer, you can already smell the fragrance of forgiveness in the air. 

“are you tired, baby?”, you couldn’t help but worry, glad that you were the only person on this planet that could detect zayne’s lies. he could be stubborn as a toddler sometimes.

your hands leave your sides and you tilt his chin up so you could see his eyes.

you take his glasses off and put them on the table. zayne’s eyes instantly closed from exhaustion. you run your fingers through his eyebrows and try to relax his facial muscles, kissing his forehead and smiling.

“i can do another one if they need me”, he says, tone whispering for only your ears to catch. you let out a little smile over his response, knowing he was telling the truth. 

“couch nap?”, you happily offer him the idea, looking over the big couch he had in his office next to the city view. you let out a squeak as soon as he stood up and took you with him, carrying you towards the couch like you weighed nothing.

“fucking finally”, was the only answer you got before zayne was dropping you on the couch and taking off both of your coats, leaving you free to cuddle in the not-so-big space. you also giggled when he went to his office door and saw him locking the room, smiling big as he returned to you.

the perks of being the chief cardiac surgeon at the hospital was that you got a big office where your pretty wife could come and distract both of your stressed forms between breaks. zayne was grateful you shared the same passion of saving lives as him.

“are you free tonight?”, zayne’s mouth was so close to your ear you couldn’t help but freeze when he leaned over you.

“do you have plans for me? are you inviting me out of pity, doctor?”.

“just asking my wife if she will be at home tonight, since i’m not the only one who tends to spend nights working at the hospital”. he pressed his body closer to your back.

“well, i should be done by 7, the question is if you are going to listen to me for once and take a day off?”, we interlace our fingers over my chest and i hear a chuckle behind me.

“as they say, happy wife, happy life, i’m not arguing on this anymore, princess”.

“yeah, you better”.

author's note: pls, i would love to hear what you think of this chapter! sorry for any misspelling. send me a request • my masterpost

[fangirling-heart]

It's a first for me and quite honestly I am pretty nervous but...

I'm making a post about my OCs!!!

Yay!!! 🎉

And since I can't draw to save my life, I used this picrew to present them, one of them you might recognize since I have introduced him in a tag game. Anyway here they are:

Starting with the familiar one, the 17 year old Achilles. He's the protagonist of an original story I'm working on and simply put, he's not okay. He lives with an emotionally and physically abusive father and a neglectful mother who cares more about her husband and their image than her son, and they both put a lot of pressure on him to be perfect in every way and also make sure he doesn't ruin the family's image in any way (a big part of which is hiding the signs of his father's abuse). In terms of a support system, he doesn't really have one since breaking up with his girlfriend, Ange, who also happens to be/have been his best friend, and his one other friend is...not that great. His only solace comes from reading and photography (and poetry but he would never admit it), but when even that isn't enough, his mind ends up in a really dark place and he tries something drastic. But thanks to a certain someone's intervention, he doesn't go through with it and as much as he (claims he) doesn't want to, he has to learn how to live again... in more ways than one.

Birthday: March 5

Sign: Pisces

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual

Likes: Photography, poetry, reading, watching and commenting movies, playing video games, rain, junk food, heights, dancing, history, mystery novels, Linkin Park (Ange constantly teases him for it), comics, rom-coms (when they aren't too cliché), motorcycles

Dislikes: His parents (his father especially), school, most sports, heat, having his privacy violated, being made fun of for his interests, big crowds, expectations, loneliness

The special someone I mentioned before. This is Ephraim, the reason Achilles stays alive and the one person he cannot shut out (both much to his dismay). The reason for that and the reason he appears wearing the same clothes as Achilles is because, after the event that saved the latter's life, the two of them end up sharing a body. Simply put, Ephraim is a ghost that possesses him. He can get control of his body and speak in his thoughts, but his actual appearance is visible only in reflective surfaces and luckily for them both not all the time, just when Ephraim chooses to surface. He possesses Achilles, thinking the two would be able to trade places, but instead he basically just hitches a ride in his body and his life. As for the reason he wished to possess him in the first place, he did it because he wants a chance to live again but most of all to find out what happened to his boyfriend, Mario, from whom he got violently separated before he died. And while he sees Achilles as a means to his ends at first, the two form a genuine bond over time.

Birthday: August 1

Sign: Leo

Sexuality: Gay

Likes: Nature, sunny days, ice cream, driving, fire, rain, shadow puppetry, learning new things, music, dogs, hugs, Achilles' poetry and photos, messing with asshole authority figures, spicy food

Dislikes: Being confined, being bossed around, talking about his death, homophobes and assholes in general, people making fun of Achilles, having to wait, ghost stories (he finds the way ghosts are portrayed offensive and unimaginative), feeling helpless, cold

And last one (for now). Ange (short for Angelica) is Achilles' ex girlfriend and best friend since childhood. Growing up the two were always together (the fact that they lived in the same building and shared a love for cinema and cameras helped with that) and long before they got together it was clear to everyone there were sparks flying between them. They were a classic childhood friends to lovers story, but after 2 years of dating, when Ange realized they both wanted and needed very different things from a relationship, as much as it hurt them both, she broke up with Achilles and the two haven't really spoken since, due to it being too awkward and painful. Though her homelife isn't as bad as Achilles' and she has other friends besides him, since the two broke up she has also been feeling very lonely and missing him, but doesn't dare to approach him, because she hates herself for hurting him and thinks he hates her too. It isn't until Ephraim comes along that they start kinda talking again (due to him pretty much forcing Achilles to talk to her).

Birthday: March 22

Sign: Aries

Sexuality: Straight or bisexual, I'm still figuring this out

Likes: Watching and commenting on movies, photography, making videos, directing, cinematography, animation, cake, dark humor, amusement parks, sunsets, puzzles, baggy clothes, late night walks, strawberries

Dislikes: Fake people, being underestimated, being judged, loneliness, people making fun of her work, makeup, gossip, visiting her grandparents, puppets

[thatspookyghoul996]

I'm not sure what to title it but I wrote a fic! It's about Art, me, and my husband (who plays Santa) and things get... interesting! WARNINGS!! GRAPHIC CONTENT: contains BDSM, sex, cussing, threesome, (please let me know if there's anything I missed!)

The day started off like any other, I woke up to my loves alarm going off and squeezed him with a playful "no, my daddy", giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek. He squeezed me back and replied "I love you, you know I have to go to work but I'll be off early today remember?" My love had a very special job, he played santa (and was dang good at it). I sat up, "oh yay, okay!" I said letting him go so he could get ready. I gave him a big kiss and he left. I sat up in bed, grabbed my glasses, and cane and went to the kitchen to make breakfast and then put a movie in. I decided on Terrifier and sat in the recliner.

At some point I mustive dozed off because I was awaken by our dog, Abby barking loudly, usually a sign that someone unwelcome is outside. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my shoes, cane, kneck knife and coat and went out to the laundry room to let her out and see what (or who) was bothering her, expecting the normal; neighbors, cows, a rabbit etc. But what I saw was anything but "normal". A tall, slender, strangely handsome clown was standing in our back yard petting the cows. Seeing him from the back I thought it was someone playing a prank, knowing how much I love Art the Clown and the Terrifier series but as he walked closer to me I began to realize that somehow, no, it was actually Art The Fucking Clown. I'd honestly never been so frightened and horny at the same time in my life, yet.

He stopped a few feet away from me and smiled a big smile and waved, I was still a little in shock but I waved back and said "oh my gosh! Hiiiii!" He brought both his hands up and shook them around while doing what seemed to be a little happy dance. I was so nervous, having had the biggest crush on him since I'd seen the first Terrifier film (and also realizing he likes to murder people for funzies). He held his arms out and I slowly walked into them and he gave me a big hug, still smiling. "It's cold, would you like to come inside?" He shook his head yes excitedly, " "come on!" He clapped his bloody-gloved hands gleefully and followed me into my house. Dramatically but cutely looking over everything he saw until he got to the shelf of clown figurines which made him stop in his tracks and make a big :○ face. He carefully inspected each one, being sure not to break them. "Do you like them?" I asked, he looked and me and smiled big, clapping his hands together. "You can take one with you if you'd like" he jumped up and down and honked the silver bike horn he was holding, clapping his hands again. I laughed at his cuteness "do you wanna come in here? I said gesturing to the bedroom. He shrugged and nodded walking into my bedroom to see my wall of drawings of many well known clowns including himself. His face lit up and he pointed to the wall and then to himself, I laughed and said "yes, that's you!" He smiled big and then he turned and noticed the wall with posters of ASL words and phrases. He looked and me and signed "you know ASL"? I signed "yes", he got the most excited I had seen so far and then got the most serious I'd ever seen, paused a minute, smiled and signed "Noone ever does" he sat on the bed and his smiled faded, his face turning much more somber. I sat next to him and he layed his head on my shoulder, seeming to rub and purr almost like a cat. I held him against me gently as I watched his pale exaggerated features and couldn't help but wonder what he had been through. "Are you okay?" I asked out loud. He sat up and shrugged, "this is the first time someone hasn't treated me differently or ran away just because of how I look" he paused, "you were excited to see me, you came towards me instead of away. Sure it's fun to scare people, I want that sometimes, but I don't like being alone either" you watched him sign. "Alone? Doesn't Vicky keep you company? And your rats?" He rolled his eyes at me "not the kind of company I mean!" He signed with sass, making a cute face at me and tracing his fingers slowly up my arm to my face, holding my face in his hand and looking into my eyes. I looked back at him and felt my heart race, placing my hands around his slim torso, feeling his body through the thin fabric, *something* big pressing against me making the little strength I had in my legs disapate. I needed him, I craved him. He was right against me but still not close enough, his hands on my sides sliding up my shirt while he nibbled my neck. "Art..ahh.. stop.. we have to stop." He pulled back and looked at me, his head drooping immediately like a puppy that just got scolded for chewing the throw pillows. He began signing "sorry". "No" I said, "I want this, I loved it, you've done nothing wrong. But I'm married, and I love my husband very much."

Just then I heard the back door open and my husband call "hi babe!" Art looked at me with wide eyes. "HI baby!" I called "sit on the bed and I'll be right back" I said to Art, grabbing my cane and walking into the kitchen to greet my husband who was still in his santa gear. "Umm Daddy? I've got kind of a big surprise in the bedroom" "okay well let's go see" he said excitingly and walked to the bedroom he opened the door to find Art sitting on floor with my stuffed animals making them dance around. He paused when he noticed us, looked up and waved, smiling. Daddy was silent for a moment and very still before standing straight up and quietly saying to me "um, dear there is a stranger in our bedroom dressed as Art the Clown" "daddy that actually is Art, he's very sweet come on" I said walking in and sitting on the bed. Daddy was still hesitant, "come on, you're going to hurt his feelings. "we've been talking" Art looked up from the stuffed opossum he was playing with and waved and smiled before continuing to play. "H-how have you been having talking? I thought Art didn't speak?" "With ASL babe jeez don't be ableist" i said as Art looked at him and stuck his tongue out with a bratty expression. "Sorry" he said Art made an "it's okay" motion with his hands and smiled, Art looked up at him again and shook his head in disbelief seeming to only just now realize that my husband was dressed as Santa Claus. Art suddenly jumped up and began to flail his hands, smiling wide and pointing at my love in his costume. "Yes I know, Santa!" And Art shook his head excitedly, clapping his hands. I giggled at him cutely gushing over my love. "Daddy... I have to tell you something" "not sure what could be more surprising than this "baby, what is it?" "Well um I nearly kissed Art" I said, Art and I looking at each other. "Well, we've always agreed he's one of the people (or creatures) you could sleep with and it wouldn't count... though I didn't think it would actually be possible" he said with a laugh. "Though" he said unbuttoning his santa coat, if someone is going to make love to Santa's wife, he might as well be a part of it." He threw off his coat, boots and shirt until only his pants, suspenders and hat remained, Art and I watched, intriguingly from the bed. Art looked at me with surprised eyes, I smiled and said "I know". "What were you doing before I got here naughty girl?" He said gabbing my legs and pulling me flat on my back playfully as I giggled "we were just playing, Santa" "hmm you know santa likes to play too" Art clapped his hands with excitement. "Maybe Art wants to play with your slutty little mouth" Art smiled big and looked at me with puppy eyes waiting for my approval. "yes.. please" I moaned, already excited and breathing fast, practically screaming from how bad I NEEDED them both.

Art stepped out of his black clown shoes, unzipped his clown suit and let it fall swiftly to the floor revealing his slender, pale body, he was honestly so beautiful. Daddy popped me on the butt and said "flip over, let your head fall off the bed" daddy knelt on the bed and put my legs on his shoulders as I watched Art make his way around the bed stroking himself with his long grubby fingers, still covered by his filthy gloves. I stared at him wantingly as I felt daddy's warm tip slowly edge its way inside of me (fucking tease). "P-please" I said out of breath "you seem to be talking an awful lot little girl, hmm I don't think Art likes alot of chatter" daddy said sarcastically as Art began to rub his smooth, long cock on my face. I panted and moaned, sticking my tongue out trying to be good but practically going feral inside. Art looked down at me, his eyes nearly black, he positioned himself so one leg was on each side of my head (God he was so fucking tall🥵) taking the back of my head in one hand he positioned his monster of a cock in my mouth, patiently letting me adjust to his size as my eyes welled and I continued to suck, lick, kiss, and stroke him. Just as I'm getting used to his size Daddy decides to put his full length in me, hard, the way he knew I loved, grabbing my hips to use as leverage and thrusting, causing me to moan with Arts cock still deep in my throat. Arts eyes got big, the hand he had in my hair pulled into a gentle fist, he took his cock out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it, stroking in-between slaps, taking the opportunity to shove it in my throat at random and silently laugh when I gasped and nearly gagged. He pulled my hair back as if to say "look at me, bitch" and before I could react his warm cum was filling my mouth. Daddy continued slowly fucking me hard, at this point I was shaking. I swallowed Arts' gift and he patted me on the head with a smile. I let my body fall limp on the bed and daddy pulled out of me slowly, his absence making me whimper and pout. He smacked me on the ass, jerking himself off with the other hand as he knelt over me, "don't complain little girl, do you want back on the naughty list?" He said as Art made a "well do you?" Face and put his hands on his hips. I laughed and said "no Santa" with that daddy came all over my tits, managing to get some on my face as well. I moaned and wiggled a bit, soaking it all in. I took my finger and scraped some off my boob, slowly sucking it off, "thank you Santa" I said in a half silly, half seductive way. Art swiped his hand across his forehead making a "whew" motion and plopped on the bed, cuddling up behind me as I lay next to my love panting. After a few minutes Art tapped my shoulder "yes dear?" I said out loud, still a bit out of breath. He rolled on his side to face me and looked at me with tired puppy-like eyes. I snuggled into him and kissed his chest as I rubbed his back, feeling daddy wrap his arms around my back. This was a dream come true for me, but I wondered about Art, what was his life like outside if this? Was this the first time he was shown kindness? Would he stay with us? Would he kill us? And maybe most importantly did I love him?

[alastair-1205]

Episode 17 reactions

KAI AND BONZEL YAY

This feels like A Trap 

“Don’t Ninja sleep in?” See Lloyd didn’t answer that cuz he would have had to lie lmao

Oh Nya’s just dipping ok 

THEYRE FAMILYYYYY

OH YO THEY BROUGHT THAT BACK 

SIBLINGS!!!!! THEYRE TALKING YAYA

I- you know what yea that actually tracks lol

LMAO KAI I think he’d implode if he didn’t bully Jay at least a bit

Zane out here asking the real questions 

Bro got out the red string and whiteboard damn 

The drawings are kinda hilarious tho

LMAO WYLDFYRE it’s a fair assumption 

This is kinda fucking fascinating watching Arin talk through this 

This just sounds like racism- 

Ras totally did it tho right? Like he’s just smart enough to make a bot attack himself but it looked like Imperium tech right? That’s the type of shit he’d know to make 

This is what season 4 needed man I’m liking the mystery 

THEIR DATE IS HELPING THE MISSION LMAO

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS WHEN HE TALK ABOUT HIS HUSBAND <3

PFFFFFT ZANE-

Our guy is starting to honest to god see the future damn 

Like that’s as blatant as they’ve been so far I think 

Also does he not recall how one of them was Arin decking him in the face?

Geo and Robie!

Lmao Geo just got an art commission instead of fighting good for him 

Robie’s an iPad kid confirmed

Im gonna stab this kid-

So like, who are the Devonians?? 

Is Frank gonna become more relevant? That’d be cool. Cuz Ras seems pissed that he’s actually trying to, you know, learn

I REALLY LIKE FRACK WHY DID RAS HAVE TO FIND HIM FIRST 

It’s kinda cool seeing this mini game in ninjago

Girl I thought you were in prison not exile? 

Bro leave him alone he’s hearing voices give him a minute 

Cole just wants to help man and Frack just wants to learn

I like Arin having that book with him all the time it’s cool

Wyld is fucking struggling lol

Why does it seem like zeatrix also knows they’re gonna fight? 

Cuz Now I’m thinking it’s her 

GEO

OH DAMN SO HES JUST BEEN WINNING 

YO THAT GUYS BACK TOO. MASTER OF THE MIND. I forgot his name

Geo tried lol

CHAMILE!!

Elemental master of Life. Alright then good to know.

Yeet

Oh. He’s scared of his visions again maybe? 

Oh smart play

Hes gonna be so fixated on it that he looses 

Wtf is the power of surface tension-

“SHES MAKING AN ELEMENTAL BOMB” I fucking love Robie

Who is he streaming to??

LMAO SORA. The others tried

That is the shittiest platform of all time-

Bro really said fuck destiny. Good for him 

WHY IS HE ALWAYS GETTING HORRIFICALLY INJURED LMAO. 

Im treating this was like a slash wound to the chest becasue of the sword becasue by that logic Zeatrix’s fall should have killed her too 

Arin is not gonna be happy. 

[its-lene]

It's late? It's late, but i REALLY want to post this before tomorrow chapters, so YAY!! New How to Win My Husband Over fanart :D

¡SPOILER WARNING!

Also, a lil bonus:

Yeah, that's it, byee ♡

P.S. If anyone wanna know to which chapter does these scenes belong to, they are from chapter 98 of the novel ♡

P.P.S. This is a scene that I've been wanting to draw since I read it in the novel for the first time back in 2022, so I'm really happy that I finally decided to take courage and trust my skills to do it before it was adapted into the manhwa ♡

[love-walkingonsunshine]

Babysitting Holly

The guys help Mike babysit.

Babysitting Holly

Mike, Will, Dustin, and, Lucas agree to help Mike babysit Holly. That was his other punishment for stealing money from Nancy and also had to sell two boxes of his stuff. He thought it was unfair since only a couple of bucks. Mike didn't want to babysit but he got in some trouble at school too. He talks back to one of his teachers who was being rude to Will. But he was happy his parent like his friends.

Will was the first one to arrive and then it was Dustin and Lucas came at the same time. They all went to the living room. Mike was sitting with Holly she was drawing a picture.” Hey guys.” Mike was glad they were here. His mom walks into the living room.” Okay, guys we are leaving your father and I, will be back at midnight, and Nancy out with her friends.” She smiles.” Holly is in bed at 9 and I order pizza it’s on the table.” She left to go to a party with her husband. After his parent left they went to go eat.” Come on Holly time to eat.” He told her and she got up to follow them to the kitchen.

Mike got paper plates and some Coke out for them. Holly got juice she wasn't allowed to drink pop yet. Mike got Holly food first.” Go sit on the couch okay.” He told her and she nodded and walked back to the living room.” Once Holly goes to bed we watch scary movies.” Mike told them. Will wanted to watch the shining. They all agreed they would watch that after Holly went to sleep. They return to the living room to watch TV and eat. Holly was sitting on the couch as Mike told her to. Mike sat next to her and Will sat on the other side. Lucas and Dustin sat in armchairs. Holly was eating her pizza. She did ask if they would watch a movie with her. She hasn't watched one in a while.

“ I tell you what after dinner you get ready for bed and we watch a movie.” He messes up her hair. Holly fixed her hair”. Will beat him up he messes up hair.” She told him and Mike was laughing Holly always had a crush on Will. He laughs and pretends to fight Mike by pinning him down and they laugh too hard.” Yay Will you got him.” His five-year-old sister cheers.” He laughs and Mike gets up.” Oh, you think that's funny huh.” Mike picked Holly up and tickled her sides and her stomach. She laughs.” Mike no.” Holly giggles and he tickles her underarms. She wiggles around and laughs then he stops. He set her back down on the couch.

“ You guys are mean you didn't help me.” Holly pouted.” Sorry Holly we can't beat the tickle monsters.” They all said.” You are done eating Holly?” Mike asks and she nods.” oh okay go get ready for bed and brush your teeth okay.” Holly listened to him and then got ready for bed. Mike got up and threw her plate away. He looked at the clock it was about 7:30. Holly came back down five minutes later. After Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike got more pizza they looked at the movies they had.

Dustin found Fox and the Hound, 101 Dalmatian, ET, Beauty and Beast, sixteen candles, Winnie the Pooh, Pete the Dragon, and , in the last movie, he found Robin Hood. Holly picked 101 Dalmatian which Dustin was hoping would be Robin Hood. But he put the movie in for her. Mike made popcorn. He gave everyone a bowl. Holly only ate one slice of pizza she wasn't very hungry. But Mike got some more healthy snacks too. They all got comfortable and watched the movies. Holly snuggles up to Mike. He smiles and puts his arm around her.

After halfway through the movie Holly falls asleep. Lucas turned off the movie. Mike picked Holly up brought her upstairs and put her to bed and the guys followed. Mike got a TV in his room for his last birthday so they always watch movies in his room when they stay over. Mike put Holly into her bed tucked her gave her favorite teddy bear and turned on her night light. When he was about to leave her room Holly woke up for a second.” Love you, Mikey.” She sounded sleepy.” Love you too Holly go back to sleep.” He smiles thinking she isn't too bad. Holly cuddles into her blanket and falls back to sleep.

Mike went back downstairs to clean up and then went back to his room. Lucas, Dustin, and Will had their sleeping bag ready and changed for bed. Mike went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and got changed for bed. When he was done he went into his room and put shinning in.

They were all exicted to watch the movie and all 4 of them were scared once the movie was over they watched Fox and Hound and fell asleep before Nancy and his parent got home. Mike woke up late the next morning. Karen told Mike that Holly said all the best babysitters ever. Will, Lucas, and Dustin came downstairs and Karen made them all breakfast.

It ends up being a fun night for all of them.

Sorry if this not very good

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Yay! Your askbox is open again! ♥️ Hi there, Mousy! How are ya? 👋🏻 Here's a virtual cookie 🍪✨️

I was wondering if you have any thoughts about Isaac as a boyfriend/husband to the Farmer or Alesia as a girlfriend/wife to the Farmer. Maybe them as parents too, because I'm in a very wholesome mood lately! And I might gain inspiration to draw them, again, like I used to! :D Who knows? Hehe... Anyways, take ur time if you're answering this.

Thank you very much if you answered this! Have a good day! (*´▽｀)v✨️

I can't go anon for some reason, but I'm way too excited to wait |_•) I don't think I can calm down from my wholesomeness thoughts.

Hey hey Nim! 👋 Feeling good, thank you ☺️

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for the cookie! *eating the cookie* Mmmm, my favorite ❤️

I apologize for the inconvenience with the ability to ask a question as anon. Turns out I didn't turn that option on, I thought it was on by default 😅 so it's not your fault.

Here some random headcanons with Alesia and Isaac as partner/spouse/parent. Have a good day too! 🫰

Alesia:

Alesia is still responsible for the defense of Castle Village, so even though she lives in the Valley, she keeps in touch with her coworkers.

Not an ardent PDA fan, at most Alesia can be expected to kiss on the cheek in public. When she and Farmer are alone, she will show her tenderness: hugs, kisses, and maybe something else 👀

Loves to give and receive practical things to help in adventures: daggers, amulets, elixirs, artifacts. Also has a collection of rare daggers, so if the Farmer has a nice dagger lying around, found in adventures, it would make a great gift for Alesia.

A loving and moderately strict mother. Will always listen to her children, help them and protect them to the last, but will not spoil them much.

Can be a bit of a overprotective wife and mom, so let Farmer not be surprised that Alesia can break a stranger's nose because he said something bad about Farmer or their children. As it is, she's pretty peaceful.

Even if her and Farmer's kids don't want to become adventurers, the sniper still thinks that giving them a couple of self-defense lessons wouldn't hurt.

In the spouse area, she will set up a stand with her bows and a target, practicing archery in her spare time.

She will find common ground with the residents of Pelican Town very quickly. Her first friends are Robin and Leah.

Every Sunday she goes to Pierre's store to pray at Yoba's altar. Later Andy became her friend after constant meetings.

Her trust is very easy to lose, so Farmer should not deceive her. Never. For their own good.

Even if they are thinking of ending the relationship, let them say it straight, and they will separate like adults. Alesia will not tolerate deceit, and Farmer will regret it bitterly if they decide to cheat her.

Isaac:

With a partner like Isaac, Farmers get the scary dog privileges, whether they realize it or not.

Don't count on PDA, Isaac still can't get used to the idea of having a date. So it can be a bit much for him.

Even when Isaac is alone with Farmer, he may seem cold and closed off. But he's not the heartless, and willing to go down to hell for Farmer.

Farmer is honored to see Isaac's sword collection.

Sometimes Isaac needs time alone, and he's glad when Farmer understands him half-heartedly and gives him some space.

Without noticing it himself, Isaac began to flex in front of his beloved. A friendly fight with another adventurer was an opportunity for Isaac to show off all his skills as a fighter to Farmer.

Can be a rather jealous boyfriend (especially if Lance is hanging around somewhere). Even after marrying Farmer, may not stop being jealous. Apparently, the idea that he's not good enough for Farmer still haunts him.

Not the most affectionate spouse, but he tries hard, is pretty careful and gentle partner.

Only Farmer can catch the rarest phenomenon in the world, a smiling Isaac.

Strangely enough, he was the first to talk about children, and he has taken to preparing for the arrival of a new member of the family with all responsibility. A very gentle and careful father.

[tarithenurse]

A little update on my personal situation:

It's going better. Since mid August I've been in a dip which first started out with my usual depression symptoms but then the anxiety flared up too with a lot of selfdoubt and negative thoughts etc etc.

Why?

Oh, I know exactly what the trigger was: hubby got a new job (yay) that has him working in the other side of the country so I only see him weekends (boo). It's an amazing job for him with lovely colleagues, challenges, learning, etc (yay). But it means I'm alone from Monday to late Thursday (boo)...and I do not do alone well. Oh and then there are the weeks where he's off to other countries without coming home in the weekend.

The obvious answer would be to focus on my own work, pick some extra shifts or maybe go be social with people.

That's where the anxiety kicks in: stimuli (noises in particular) and people (apart from a very select few) has me breaking down. I can't work more than 30 hours a week and the day shifts I used to have are hell on earth where I either have to go home early or lock myself up somewhere.

Thankfully I have a good boss. She's helped me change my day shifts to night shifts where it's a lot calmer and quieter and I don't get triggered.

I've also gotten a sort of "special rule" from the public healthcare that means if I call in sick with my chronic illness (depression/anxiety) at least my workplace will be compensated somewhat from the first day sick instead of after two weeks - that means the anxiety about being away from work is less for me because it feels like I'm screwing over my job less.

And so I've spent the time with night shifts, finding a way to keep my marriage working with intermittend long distance, intensified my psychologist appointments and worked (am working) with my new psychiatrist to change and balance my medication.

What has that all led to?

My symptoms of depression are under control. My marriage works (although I miss him often and there always is the fear that he'll find someone better and closer than me (history of cheating by ex)).

But my anxiety is fucked up. It's better...but far from good enough. I can't handle public transportation. I can't handle parts of my family. I can't handle the few dayshifts I do have even if I'm not part of patient care but rather just go around filling up closets etc.

I've had my depression since 2005. The anxiety is fairly new (just a few years) and it's had a tendency to get more severe with each dip. And I don't know how to handle it - at this rate it'll put me out of work in a few years and that thought alone just makes it even worse because I can't have that happen. I don't WANT that to happen.

Okay....I have to stop thinking about that.

My new psychiatrist is good. He listens. I have amazing support from my husband who goes out of his way to call and write when he's gone. I have similarly great support from my mom and one of my sisters, particularly when I'm alone.

........and still it feels so hopeless. The only activity that brings me joy is D&D-related things. I can't write fanfics anymore. I can't draw. I can't go outside my door. I can't go for a cup of tea or dinner with friends. I can't even do grocery shopping. I just get so desperate, y'know?

But...it is BETTER than it was.

[anachr0nismm]

Please tell me about your ocs I’d love to hear <3

YAY okay so my first oc is Marius (they/them or he/she, I haven’t decided yet. White[?], intersex polyam aroace, seems to be in their 40s, started off as a sona but is still a self insert), then we have Bonnie (she/her, aboriginal, bi polyam trans woman/sistergirl, seems to be in her 40s), and finally Edward (he/him, Indian and Dutch, polyam bi trans man, seems to be in his 40s)! Relationship wise, Marius is in a qpr with Bonnie and Edward, who are married.

Content warning for like violence and minor descriptions of gore and cannibalism and unhealthy relationships and (mcd) death and corpses!

So Marius is an Angel sent to earth (specifically Australia because hell yeah represent) to help the survivors of a major world wide nuclear destruction or attack. Marius soon learns that most survivors are vampires, who feel the affects of the radiation much slower. Marius eventually gets eaten and gutted and killed by a group of vampires before being picked up by another group of vampires and taken to this shelter/institution where Bonnie and Edward work together to bring Marius back to life.

Also worth mentioning that Marius had known and helped Bonnie back when she was still alive/not a vampire with like science shit and also before bonnie dug up Edward and brought him back to life (Bonnie did this in the 1970s and Edward had died in the 1940s)

So Marius is brought back wrong (used to be really happy and cheerful and shit but is now really angry and aggressive but still loving. I’m pushing all my aggression and possible npd/bpd traits into them it’s great) and is now an atypical vampire (since they were just given vampire body parts that corrupted the rest of their body instead of being sired)

Marius struggles with like religious guilt and shit as well as new feeling of decay

At this point I should also share the vampires in my worlds like idk shit.

Vampirism is more of a chronic illness. Most vampires are not sired, and are born with vampirism. Once they die of the symptoms (usually in their 40s-60s) they are now a vampire. Vampires are constantly going through the human decaying process at a slower rate to normal corpses, and don’t feel affects of other illnesses the same or at all. Every month or so they have to bury themselves in the ground to restart the decaying process and get their body back in shape. It can take longer depending on how far into the decaying process their were. Also they have to do this if they are badly injured. They will fully decay and not be able to be brought back (unless I guess bonnie the mad scientist she is brings them back) if they don’t bury themselves.

So anyways Marius doesn’t know how to show their love for Bonnie and Edward, and is also being visited by their Angel spouse (don’t know anything about them yet) so they are just having a rough time with those emotions and also just vampiric stuff. So marius thinks the best way to show their love is to cannibalise Bonnie and Edward. Keep in mind marius thinks this is a human kind of thing to do. This relationship actively hurts everyone involved but they do love each other very much so yay we love toxic yuri/yaoi 💪💪💪

There’s some stuff with the ending where basically marius’ Angel spouse comes and is upset and they argue about marius not loving them anymore and marius cannibalises them but that just kills them and then heaven is sent down to take marius back and punish them so they get Bonnie to kill them and never bury them again it’s pretty wild

FUCK okay edit I forgot to mention that the shelter/institute is a shelter for any vampire who wants to stay and for vampires to research the nuclear shit around them as well as general vampirism shit. Bonnie is just the token mad scientist but Edward is the leading librarian as well as Bonnie’s lab assistant. Bonnie is girlboss and Edward is loser husband <333

I have a wip drawing I can show! No ID or alt because I’m very low on spoons from all this typing and calling people earlier but here they are :3

I also have an oc sideblog I don’t use much @mariustheangel

OKAY SECOND EDIT here is my playlist for all the characters

[lumilasi]

UPDATE: Yep, I had to revamp Harrow quite a bit; I realized that his anatomy and perspective were all kinds of wonk, and I didn't like his face either after all lol. Now he looks much better

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First day without fever yay. Still feel kinda like I was hit by a truck, so didn't have energy for any of the more complex drawing ideas I had.

Instead, I finished Jurou's new Main outfit I started yesterday (basically I've felt like none of the ones I made him so far felt like "the outfit" so I tried to design one more, this time without leaning so heavily into realistic fashion), edited Yui's old bio image to give her a new dress for this modern world story, and repurposed a sketch I had for Angus into Jurou's father, Harrow. Yes, he has a present dad in this new story.

Some notes about them below already for those curious:

Jurou mostly comes after his mother, but he did get the blue part of his hair, his glowing purple eye, and the spiderweb pattern under it from his father.

The more theatrical side of his personality is combination from both parents, though he is closer to his mother who is a bit more down to earth than larger-than-life Harrow.

Harrow's hair is light grayish blue now, because he has reached the age where Soul Eaters begin to age again. It used to be the blue hue Jurou has.

Jurou's preference in beard style is obviously inspired by his old man.

Yui is a Spider woman spirit, and ages slower than her husband.

Yui is also a popular Jazz singer. She was introduced to the music genre by Harrow originally, and already loved to sing so it was a natural match.

The Araknos family crest is on Harrow's hat. it is a spider forming an A shape.

Since he is a fugitive, Harrow mainly hangs out in the human world, often getting involved in the human criminal underworld. mainly to keep an eye of dangerous mirror world objects to make sure the dumb meat sacks don't injure themselves with those.

Harrow also enjoys wearing colored glasses like his son.

Harrow has kind of a villainous, scary laugh, though he's not really evil.

His fugitive status mainly came from the fact he murdered two members of a Council he was a part of, something he did to protect his son as those two were planning on abducting his son due to him being born with this unique and dangerous powerful ability known as "god eater"

Harrow used to be more beefy like his son, but with aging he's lost some and is physically weaker. He's still very powerful soul eater warlock though.

Harrow's magic aura is blue, Yuis pinkish red. (Basically darker shade of Jurou's aura)

[zerocoded]

summary: headcannons about what is like do date zayne.

authors note: yay i love headcannons and i hope you guys enjoy this one! this is all written upon my perspective of zayne and his character, things that i think would suit him bla bla bla, pls don't take everything too seriously. i found this beautiful drawing on pinterest, credits to the beautiful owner.

warnings: husband material zayne i guess? • suggestive but nothing nsfw

word count: 0.8k

☆ zayne who actually laughed when you told him your favorite song was snowman by sia.

☆ i get a feeling that zayne is actually ambidextrous which means he has the ability to use both hands equally well, which brings me to the topic that zayne is the king of multitasking.

☆ like you are having trouble with some buttons on your shirt? this man is helping you without even blinking while scrolling through his cell phone with the other hand.

☆ he been through an exceptionally tough day at the hospital? imagine him getting home and discarding his tie with one hand while already unbuttoning his shirt with the other, all of this while making eye contact with you.

☆ speaking of eye contact, i feel that zayne is another level of control freak with everything in his life. do you see how this man built his whole career around wanting to save mc from her disease? man NEEDS to have everything within his reach and on HIS conditions.

☆ that translates to the bedroom when you both are fooling around. like do you think you are closing your eyes anytime here? no, zayne is making sure you are looking at what he is doing to you or his eyes so he could turn your mind into puddy.

☆ are you embarrassed of your sounds or think you both are in a place too public to let yourself go? zayne is not having it. this man is pinning your hands wherever he feels like it and makes it particularly hard for you to shut up.

☆ well, maybe i should go back to the sfw first, i'll make another post about what i think zayne is like in bed hehehe

☆ BRO IS THE MOST GENTLEMAN A GENTLEMAN CAN BE. like in every sense and that is canon.

☆ you will not be opening any doors from now on and will never have to worry about paying in a date. or in anything.

☆ you know what else he does? he is not only a gentleman in his mannerisms but also in his attitude. you would never catch my man zayne raising his voice at you or anyone ever.

☆ he takes his time to listen to you speak. and i mean listen. be it two minutes or three hours about your new favorite tv program, this man will be devoted to each word you say.

☆ zayne is usually a silent type of guy, being the listener of the relationship instead of the speaker. even if you also don't talk that much, he is happy to enjoy a few minutes of silence with you at home. he really likes the fact that you love him and don't judge his more reserved persona.

☆ i see zayne as more of an insecure man at the beginning of your relationship. i mean, he doesn't let it show but later confesses to you how much he was scared you would go away after a few weeks with him.

☆ on the other hand, doctor zayne knows exactly what he wants. he has his opinions and preferences and he doesn't let anyone change that. i mean that in a sense that you guys would probably have arguments over everyday things like the way he thinks grocery shopping should go or how to dry clean twice a week the kitchen because he is certain that that is the dirtiest place at his house when you come over.

☆ zayne is a hard headed man and you are probably the only one who can convince him to change a little of his demanding habits.

☆ regarding his health, you guys argue over that a lot. somehow this man tends to overprotect you so much that it pisses you off when you see him not sleeping at all. how dare he demand something from you and not pay attention to himself daily?

☆ he always says sorry when you guys fight by building little snowmen throughout the house and leaving a corny note on the fridge promising he will pay more attention to his sleep schedule for now on.

☆ also i think that zayne is a big words of affirmation partner, he LOVES to praise you while making eye contact - again, control freak - and waiting to see your flushed cheeks because that is his favorite look on you.

☆ miss here have a late-night craving? zayne is running to the closest store at the darkest crack of dawn to buy you your wish, even if you try to stop him he is like "don't worry, love, i'll be quick" and proceeds to kiss your forehead while putting a jacket on and rushing outside.

☆ you’re so his passenger princess. this man will be moving mountains to do what you want and he’s so good at it.

☆ you can disagree with me but i will say it: zayne matches SO MUCH with a little age difference. like he is "too sweet by hozier" and you are a little "messy by lola young".

☆ but my favorite trope is zayne with a badass partner that is also a genius like him and they both make the perfect power couple at akso hospital.

☆ i'll stop here but i have so many of these that i could make 😣 let me know if you guys would like to see more.

author's note: pls, i would love to hear what you think of this work! sorry for any misspelling. send me a request • my masterpost

[skeletal-fish]

i was tagged! yay

tag game: 9 people you'd like to get to know better

@totchipanda thx sm for tagging me!

1. last song: uuhhhh i forgor. i mean i sang "for the dancing and the dreaming" from httyd 2 just a moment ago but i'm assuming this is about listening specifically. i THINK it's spellbound by siouxsie and the banshees. i think. i can't check bc the last thing in my music player is a podcast ahah

2. currently watching: technically merlin (2009) but that's currently put on hold as i spend most of my free time binge-listening to the magnus archives. might be a while before i get back to that

3. three ships: cot3 (queerplatonically <3), gelphie, ineffable husbands

4. favourite colour: i don't really have one, but if i had to pick i'd say violet

5. currently consuming: döner + ice tea

6. first ship: hhhh. legally. i would have to say drarry. but i live in shame and i don't count harry potter so it's percabeth i think

7. relationship status: singleeee babeeeyyy!! p sure i'm aro lol

8. last movie: venom let there be carnage

9. currently working on: um. a thousand half-abandoned projects. some writing, some digital drawing, some analog drawing, some painting, some sewing, some crocheting, you name it i abandoned it. but i'm being very brave about it

tagging: @snfkn @edwardslostalchemy @veradragonjedi @he1lblazer @aroace-genderfluid-snake @crapscicle @nenestansunsthings @solardistress @supercoollava and also YOU 🫵. you can join if u want!

[isilrina]

Hey, everyone!

Guess what? It's Art Monday! Yay!

Yesterday, my sister @valkblue tagged me in a fun little WiP game and asked me about "Empires"

Little did you know I had planned to post this drawing the next day! It's a convenient coincidence XD

So here, meet Takahiro, the "most abominable man" from the snippet I posted yesterday.

In truth, he is not as abominable as his wife thinks he is… or maybe he is, but he doesn't do it on purpose. He is deeply wounded, and he doesn't know how to deal with it, so he hurts people around him. But deep down, he has a good soul. Spoiler alert: He will heal eventually, thanks to his wife, his cousin, and their friends, and become a good Emperor… at least that's the plan.

I started "Empires" 14 or 13 years ago, maybe? I'm a bit fuzzy on my life timeline, but it was around that time. I remember I was in Greece (at what became my parents' house later) and I had watched the first episode of a Korean drama named "Goong." It's about an arranged royal marriage, and I liked the concept, so I pushed it a little further as an arranged royal marriage in space!

I never finished watching the drama, though, as I embarked on my own story. But the whole concept came to life during that summer, and, as usual, I never finished it. It has 13 chapters for now (around 30K words), and I regularly come back to it, rereading it before putting it back for a year or two. Maybe I subconsciously don't want it to end? I don't know, but it lives forever in me.

So, here is the plot as I wrote it 13 years ago: "In different times and places, two stellar empires sign an alliance to strengthen their defenses against hypothetical invaders. To symbolize this pact, the two Emperors marry their children to each other. What will come of this arranged marriage?"

We meet other representatives of other Empires based on American and Chinese culture, but the two originals are based on Greek and Japanese culture.

I might draw Selini and Takahiro in the future. I don't know, but they are one of those couples that I'll always root for. XD I just love how they push each other's buttons at the start just to make the other one mad until they realize they are both victims and allies in this situation.

Here is another snippet from chapter 8:

Once the bags were empty, the people dispersed, and the two rulers descended from the boxes, smiling. They were happy to have brought joy to those in need. Driven by an impulse that surprised even himself, he took the young girl in his arms and spun her, lifting her off the ground. She burst into laughter once again, allowing herself to be carried with happiness. She had expected him to be angry and shout at her, but the most improbable had happened: he had enjoyed bringing joy to his people. This made her smile, and as he set her back on the ground, she said to him: "I think you'll make a great Shogun one day." "Why do you say that?" he asked, surprised. "The best Emperors are those who understand that they are nothing without their subjects, no matter how poor and needy they may be. To be a great and respected ruler, one must respect their people in return." "But who are you to be so wise?" he asked, laughing. She turned her eyes to the sea, not far from them, so blue under the scorching summer sun, and her gaze was veiled with sadness. "I'm the one who wanted to be a simple villager." She took a deep breath before adding: "They have the greatest wealth in the world, you know? The one we'll never have... They are free." The words of the young Princess touched her husband, who approached her from behind and enveloped her in his protective arms in a tender embrace. The young Prince rested his chin on the curve of the young woman's shoulder and gazed at the horizon with a soft sigh. A brief moment of silence passed as they felt at peace in each other's embrace.

(And yes, I know Shogun is the title of the military commander in Japan, but in this story the Emperor is also the Shogun. That's why I used both titles to refer to the position.)

[mimbotomy]

Little personal rant type thing bc I can’t turn my brain off right now and my husband is asleep and I need to talk about my feelings and I don’t want to feel like I’m just shouting into the void so imma blab here. Feel free to scroll past this isn’t a call for help or anything I’m mostly doing okay I just need to get some feelings out

Hope y’all are doing well 💙

So backstory in case anyone does want to read so I don’t sound completely crazy lol. A couple of weeks ago I was diagnosed with Bipolar II which is fine and honestly isn’t much of a surprise after looking at some symptoms but I feel like getting diagnosed really fucked with my brain? Like I just feel like life’s been a lot lately and I’ve been making things a lot harder on myself than I should be? And I just can’t figure out why?

I don’t even have the excuse of being on new meds bc my meds were already bipolar meds bc apparently psychiatrists don’t like to diagnose people with bipolar until they are 25 so my old psychiatrist just called it hypomania and gave me some drugs and my new psychiatrist just upped them a bit. But I think it still just took me off guard bc no therapist or doctor had ever really mentioned bipolar to me before and I had gone into my appointment expecting to talk about ADHD bc that’s been talked about a lot and always just kinda been shoved to the back burner for when my mental health was more stable. And it is now yay! Or was at least. But then after my psychiatrist was done asking her questions she basically said “Well, I’m not hearing much that really sounds like ADHD, but you’re like SUPER bipolar”

Which is fine no issues with that and it’s always good to have a diagnosis bc then you know how to tackle it, but I just wasn’t expecting it? And even after my psychiatrist told me I was basically winning at being bipolar bc I can not only recognize when my mood is being weird and I’m about to have a manic episode but also know how to change my routine to manage my shit better? I just still feel weird. Like everything is different now even though literally nothing has changed

So I’m having trouble feeling like myself right now, or even a real person sometimes, which really fucking sucks. And it sucks even more bc I had just started to regularly feel like myself for the first time in years! Like I was actually doing something right! And now I don’t know what to do with myself at all and I just feel like I lost a part of myself before I could even really find it.

And I’m failing at being bipolar now too lol. I’m definitely having a bit of a manic episode right now and it feels like I’ve completely forgotten how to handle them. And it’s the worst possible time bc I’m on vacation! Like my first real vacation in years! And now I have all this stupid stuff in my head so I can’t fully enjoy it! I mean, I was almost fucking relieved when my stupid plugged up sinuses from the flight turned into a bit of a cold bc it meant I had an excuse to stay at the hotel for the day and work off some of my manic energy. But I don’t want to stay at the hotel! I want to go to the museums! And I want to sleep so this stupid cold goes away and I can go out! Not sit at the hotel and draw and write no matter how much I enjoy drawing and writing! Because I can do that anywhere!

So now I’m mad at myself for not sleeping and working on a drawing and I’m also mad at myself for being mad at myself bc it’s a goodish drawing and I really like it or something and then I get mad at myself for being mad at myself for being mad at myself bc it doesn’t matter how good the drawing is I should not have given into that stupid manic energy like I did. And art is the one constant I’ve always sort of had in my life and it’s the thing that has always made me feel the most like myself and so I REALLY don’t like being mad at myself for creating. Which is making me feel worse and less like myself and it’s just all one big fucking cycle of shit that I just can’t escape and fuck me I guess?

But writing all this out actually helped a little so that’s nice. Or maybe my nighttime cold meds are finally kicking in idk. I might delete in the morning or something but I always get some sense of relief when ever I post art or fic or something and I’m hoping I get that same relief here so I’m going to add some stuff at the top so things seem less crazy or something.

Ummm idk how to end this? But I feel like I should in case someone did read it for some reason? So thanks? I guess? I’m doing okayish so no need to worry about me I’m just tired and having a weird night and usually I would bother my husband or my dog but he’s asleep and she’s on the other side of the country right now. So thanks for reading! Except I feel weird thanking someone for reading my little 2am mental spiral? So no thanks? Idk I hope you have a good night or morning or whatever it is where you are.