#and was able to just sit down and draw something

[ivy-elle]

"What are you even talking about?"

Or: How they react to you being overly intoxicated aka drunk af

Feat. Albedo, Scaramouche

Notes: No mentions of vomiting, do not worry

“You… are like totally the most beautiful being on this earth. How is that even legal?”

Your drunk-hazed gaze looks up at him, an admiring, nearly even mesmerised expression on your face.

Albedo stifles a surprised laugh behind a cough, his fist concealing his soft smile. “Thank you, y/n. Why don’t you sit down first?”

Obediently, you follow along as he gently guides you to the couch, the slight grin not wanting to leave your face. Even less, when he crouches down in front of you, studying you with intent focus. He can’t help the slight concern slipping into his expression as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

Meanwhile, you seem to have the time of your life with him being so close to you, with his gentle touch, like you’re something delicate.

How is it even real that you are able to call him your friend – let alone your partner. Like, your very own!

Just the way his crystal-like eyes follow yours, his shimmering hair catching the faint light of the room, down to how pretty his lips move when he speaks…

Wait. Right. He speaks. Listen.

Focus.

Right.

“If you’re able to eat right now, I suggest getting some carbohydrates into your system, my love,” he explains, gently tilting your face. “That way we can nudge your blood level back to normal again.”

You barely contain a silly giggle at his tender touch. “I’d eat straight-up eat wheat right now if you asked me to.”

Albedo nods, very slowly, his brows furrowing as he ponders about how to handle this situation best. “I see. Well, that’s not quite what I had in mind.” And yet, a part of him can’t help but be fascinated by your responses. “Would you be satisfied with some toast instead?”

You hum airily, but the moment he lifts himself up you feel your face fall into a pout, immediately missing his warmth.

“Wait,” you quickly try to prevent him from leaving. “On second thought – I am not even that hungry. You can keep staying here. Sitting.”

“I will remain here.” He slips his fingers from yours, a smile tugging his lips. “See? I am just across the room.” You should eat something to prevent some serious hungover.”

You watch him quietly, nearly enchanted by his smooth movements as he prepares some snacks, listening to his soothing voice. Has he always had this effect on you? You can’t tell. You can’t even care less right now.

“Personally, I’ve never experienced a hangover myself, but it starts right after the alcohol level in your blood starts to drop. And given your state…” He offers you a plate with some fresh toast and light fruits, “I presume it’s best to take precautions now.”

“Thank you,” you murmur fondly, accepting the plate. To your relief, Albedo joins you on the couch.

“Slowly. Take your time.”

“Maybe I was starving a bit. Archons, this is good.”

Albedo chuckles softly, gently taking your hand in his. You feel his thumb lightly tracing along your wrist before it settles on your pulse.

Your turn toward him, tilting your head in confusion. “I am still alive. I think.”

His eyes crinkle, soft musing laced in his voice. “Yes, I can see that, my love. I am merely checking your heart rate.”

Albedo looks you over and the moment your eyes meet his again, you feel your heart rate slightly quicken beneath his fingers.

His frown turns into a soft smile. “You’re feeling alright?”

“If you keep touching me this way, I’ll feel even better.” You hum, your eyes drifting to his lips.

But before you can follow your impulses, Albedo draws back, gently pushing you back by your shoulder. “Forgive me, love, but I’d rather you be sober first.”

Now you can’t help but pout, your face scrunching up. “That’s a bit excessive.”

Amused but persisting, he shakes his head, but not before leaning in and to place a soft kiss on your temple.

“Eat up. I’ll set up some tea and antidote for your headache.”

“I see you’ve lost your mind entirely,” Scaramouche remarks dryly as he halts at the doorway.

“Shhh. I need to focus,” you murmur, not even bothering to look up from where you’re lying on the ground. The room is cloaked in darkness - all windows are drawn shut to prevent any lights from falling inside, and disturbing work of art.

Scaramouche’s gaze darts to the perfectly good bed right beside you. Why, in Teyvat’s name, would you prefer the cold, hard floor? Hasn’t his day been eventful enough as it is already?

“Look at this,” you whisper again, and Scaramouche raises an eyebrow as your Electro Vision flickers to life again. His eyes follow your gaze to the ceiling, where charged threads of Electro dance in a chaotic disorder, illuminating the room in soft purple light. But your attention is glued on the lights, absolutely fascinated by this spectacle.

He steps closer, a pinched expression on his face. “Why don’t you-“

Before he can finish, you reach out, snatching his wrist and pulling him down next to you.

“Look!” you repeat once more.

Obviously, you’re only able to actually move him, because he lets you. But he does not lay down on the ground – who do you think he is? Instead, he crouches down next to you, fixing you with a look, like you’ve lost it entirely. His eyes narrow as he notices your abnormally flushed face, grasping that something is not quite right with you.

But you’re completely ignoring his unsettled expression, rather lifting your hand again to tilt his chin upward, directing his to the ceiling. “Listen to the sky, Scara,” you explain in a tone like it’s supposed to clear up everything.

Listen to the sky?

Scaramouche’s eyes dart down to you again, irritation building up inside him now. He dislikes this - having you physically here, but at the same time you not acting like yourself.

“What the hell is going on with you?”

Your eyebrows scrunch up as you turn your head toward him, like you’re pouting that he isn’t taking your lightning show as serious as he should. “You’re always complaining how fake the sky of Teyvat is. So, I recreated it. Now you have your own. Or, my own. Like – ours, I guess.”

For the sake of his pride, Scaramouche quickly schools his face. A strange combination of confusion, irritation and at the same time a strange warmth settles in his chest. His eyes flicker over your slightly dazed features.

“You’re drunk,” he states flatly, trying to sound unbothered.

For that he earns yet another. “Shhh!” This time a small, but sheepish grin tugs at your lips.

For a moment his eyes linger on you, before he tears them away, letting his gaze return to the ceiling. Now that he’s seeing the purple mist of electro from this angle, your perspective…

“How fake can it be, if I created it myself?”

At the sound of your gentle whisper, he feels his resolve weakening, eyes flickering between the charged branches, now finally taking form on the ceiling.

You created … a sky. For him alone.

Then, even softer, as if to not drive him away, you add, “Sometimes you need to be a bit intoxicated to see the world differently.”

Scaramouche stretches his legs out, leaning back on his elbows. “The ground was the best solution you had?” But there is no real bite in his voice, he is way too immersed in the little universe you’ve created in the room.

For him, his own Electro Delusion has always been nothing more than a tool – a means to gain power. To destroy. Yet, here you are again, showing him the other side of the coin, proving, that in destruction lies its own universe of creation.

“You smell nice,” he hears you mutter suddenly, breaking him through his trails of thoughts.

Of course, you’d say something like this right now. Without looking at you, He doesn’t look at you the corner of his mouth twitches. “I know. You, on the other hand, have had better days.”

You gasp, pushing him away lightly. “Rude! I do not smell bad!”

“You reek of alcohol. It’s onerous.”

He hears you grumble something incoherent under your breath, slurring the words into a mess.

Unimpressed, he clicks his tongue. “Consequences of your own actions.”

But as you shift to stand back up, the electro particles above start to dissolve as well. Almost immediately, his hand grabs your wrist, holding you close. “Stay down.”

You stare at him. Then you blink once. Twice. And then a shit-eating-grin spreads on your lips. “Oho! So, you do like my sky. Ha!”

A scoff escapes him as he tries to act nonchalant and averts his eyes back to the ceiling. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I simply prefer not having you stumbling around the room like a drunk sailor, just because you don’t know your limits. Which seem to be quite low.”

You sit back down, not without grouching a quiet “Jerk.”

“Idiot.”

The two of you glare at each other, daring the other to say something. Eventually, you relent, rising your hands and bringing the lighting to life once more.

Scaramouche remains quiet, savouring your presence for a second longer. Before he looks back at the stars again.

Who needs a fake sky, if a whole universe is right there beside him already?

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated <3

[plumpybread]

Asking because of the previous ask, are you not a fan of Ethan anymore? If so, why?

It's complicated, I suppose (rant where i talk abt ethan but then also my OCs in general)

I really do not like the first version of Ethan I made like 3 years ago. Obviously I like indulging in devilish ideas but I don't know, it ended up turning into something I didn't really end up liking too much.

Then I revisited and sort of rewrote his story a bit a while back when making the OC archive site (I'm aware the site is not available anymore for the people who asked, I took it down myself) and was much happier with it for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I like Ethan, I know he's the OC people seem to like the most, but it's still like a personal mental battle of like maybe it's too effed up? Even when I draw characters going through unwilling/accidental extreme weight gain, I make them either ambivalent or accepting of their situation, but for Ethan it's kind of like torture, and I can't bring myself to get like..aroused and excited to draw more of that *personally*.

Changing up his lore wouldn't really work either since his story is based on helplessness and stuff, and it'd be disingenuous to make him be happy with his situation, so I've just sort of subconsciously decided to leave him as is and treat his content as its self contained story more than nsfw art to goon to, if that makes sense. I don't know, maybe I'm just thinking about it too much, but just wanted to say what goes through my head.

I also don't really revisit Ethan for the same reason I don't tend to draw much of all the past OCs I've made, as I see each of them as a way to explore different facets of how weight gain can manifest and adapt into a character's life to create a story around it, and I feel like I've covered most of the ground around them already.

All of my OCs come from a sudden short prompt that pops up in my head, usually out of nowhere. I suddenly wanted to make a big-hearted southern farm guy who was super massive and I immediately ran to draw Rudy, for example.

I draw them a little reference, with my typical bullet points next to them with basic info to get an idea of what their dynamic is like, and a more lengthily written backstory or description if I'm feeling fancy under it, and then for the next week or two it's all art of them and answering questions about them... and then another idea pops up, and a new OC comes in.

It's not that I get tired of them, but I just simply do not know what to draw with them. Ethan is the biggest outlier in this case, since he is my fattest OC and half immobile, you just don't really know how else to bring something new that's not him laying on his bed at a slightly different angle.

I guess that's why I always do OC asks, I sort of need them to be able to know what to draw with them, since I struggle coming with things like that by myself, and you know I always like avoiding drawing a character in a void with no context.

The Genshin Obesity AU is my longest running like "project"?? thing just because there is an endless amount of content I can pull from since there's all these characters, places and possibilities I can write from. My OCs are obviously much more self-contained and moreso serve as individual experiments to explore different people and scenarios, so after the 10th drawing of them... I genuinely do not know what else I can add to them.

I hope that was a bit insightful. I know most of you guys love Ethan, and I love him too! But I don't know, I guess this is why I don't tend to have immobile/near immobile OCs, since the potential art ideas for them drop to just them sitting on a mattress or sitting on the floor and I'm just left confused on what to do with them.

Maybe Ethan in his college days is something you guys might be interested in? Or I don't know, I'm just writing this post as my thoughts enter my head.

Sorry for the rant, I sure do love typing, hope this clears up some questions people might've had

[pondermyorb]

Scented Candles

You were sitting at home, watching TV. It was a typical Tuesday, work had been hectic but manageable. You were happy to be home at last, able to relax a little on your comfy couch.

The door opened and you heard your boyfriend enter, bags rustling as he placed down his shopping on the table. “Hey baby!” He called from the kitchen “How was work?”

“Tiring” You reply, not wanting to get up from your cozy spot, but hoping he’ll come greet you soon. “How was your day? Find anything good at the store?”

He pops into the living room a second later, grinning that adorable grin of his, then leans down and kisses you deeply. Your face in his hands, lightly lifted from the couch as you hang on, you hardly remember you asked a question when he breaks the kiss to answer. “Also tiring, but I did find something I think will help us both relax”

He places a large scented candle on the coffee table in front of you, before going to find a lighter. Once lit, he steps back, waiting for you to admire the candle. “It’s called Oblivion, it’s supposed to be an incredibly relaxing scent”

You chuckle a little, watching the candle flicker. “Oh honey, I hope you didn’t pay too much for that. I love scented candles as much as you do, but there’s only so much they can do to help relax us”

“No no I promise this one’s special!” He says, stepping behind you as you lean back into the couch. “Come on can’t you feel it? The scent is already filling your nostrils, isn’t it relaxing?”

He was behind you completely at this point, hands on your shoulders, lips by your ear. And he was right… it did smell good. You couldn’t quite place it, but each breath you inhaled of it sent a warmth coursing through your body. It felt… nice… was he talking still..?

“… just letting it relax you, each breath taking you deeper into a warm, comforting relaxation. Let your eyes focus on the pretty flame as it flickers, drawing your attention with every movement, every flash, finding it harder and harder to look away the longer you stare”

The flame was pretty… And his hands felt so nice on your shoulders, his voice sounded so good in your ear… why would you want to look away? Why would you ever stop staring at the beautiful flame as it twisted and flickered and glowed so comfortingly in its glass container. Better to just stare and let your mind drift, let your thoughts empty from your head. You don’t need to think, you just…

“…need to obey. Drop for me. The deeper you go the better you feel. The better you feel the deeper you go. Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience. These words will repeat in your head until there’s nothing else. Your thoughts are gone, all that’s left are the thoughts I put there. It feels good to be blank, it feels good to be mindless, it feels good to do as you’re told, it feels good to obey your Master…”

It feels good to obey your Master. It feels good to be blank. It feels good to be mindless. It feels good to do as you’re told. It feels good to obey your Master. These are the only thoughts swimming through your empty head as you continue to stare at the candle.

“That’s right, so deep for me, dropping further with each breath in. The candle has your whole attention, focus on it and my words and let everything else slip away. Breathe in deeply, little doll, remembering this scent with every breath. This scent fills you, whenever you smell it, with a heat like the candle’s flame. A burning, throbbing arousal starting in your cunt, growing in intensity with each breath, spreading further and further, until your whole body is burning hot with arousal. Just a whiff of this aphrodisiac laced scent will make you soaked, make your mind fuzzy, and the longer you breathe it in the stronger it’ll become. Five minutes will leave you nothing but a cock drunk slut desperate to get my cock inside of you. And look at that, you’ll have been breathing it in for exactly five minutes in five… four… three… two… one… *snap*”

Cock… you need his… cockk “cockkk” is all you can make out, you’ve never felt so arises in your life. But you can’t look away from the flame… need… He steps between you and the flame, your eyes trying hard to focus on the flame before you notice the cock in front of your face.

Eagerly, desperately you take it into your mouth, sighing contentedly at the taste as it fills you. Making it hit the back of your throat again and again as you take it as deep as possible, needing it more than oxygen, leaving your face a drooling mess, your worship of his cock the only thing on your mind. When he finally cums down your throat, holding your face so you can’t back up even as you hold his ass so he can’t do the same, you start to notice a thought or two bubbling to the surface.

At some point he had blown out the candle, the scent of it slowly dissipating. It was almost completely gone now, and with it the trance he had put you in so deeply. You started to blush, even as he collects you in his arms, holding you protectively and lovingly, swaying back and forth with your head buried in his neck.

“You did such an amazing job for me, Doll, you were a perfect subject and the sexiest little cock slut. I can’t wait to burn that candle again” you could hear the grin in his voice, and you couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of him using that candle on you without your knowledge.

For now you both forgot about the candle, as he carried you to your bedroom. You had plenty of other triggers installed in that head of yours, and a Master who wanted to reward you for being such a good subject. Many, many orgasms later you both lay there, cuddled together, and as happy as you could be in each others arms.

You were cleaning the kitchen, maid costume on, no panties, high heels, and he still hadn’t come to fuck you! It’s been at least 15 minutes, is he just being cruel? Maybe you’ll make him wait when he does come to give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he’ll only get to watch you today, as punishment for making you wait for his cock.

Finally, you feel him grab your hips from behind, a gasp escaping your lips as you feel his hot breath on your neck. You try to keep cleaning, how dare he make you wait so long then not even mention it, but fuck he smelled so good, is that a new cologne..?

“I need to clean, Sir, you’re distracting me” you say, trying to sound like you aren’t soaked from his touch. “You’ll have to wait until I finish” God he smelled so good, fuck he’s grabbing my hips so tight I can feel them bruise.

It continued like this, you trying to ignore his touches, for a few minutes. He kept kissing you, making you moan softly as you refused to look at him, hands caressing your body. Fuck why did he have to smell so… so… was that scent familiar..?

You turned around sharply, looking towards him for the first time since he started. You instantly recognized the candle burning on the kitchen island, you look over at him to tell him off but then *ding*.

You fall to your knees, mind filled only by his cock, as the five minute timer he set goes off. Mouth open, eyes glazed over, looking up at your Master, desperate to be filled in any way he sees fit.

Without a word he bends you over, pressing your face into the floor. He takes out his cock and fills your dripping cunt, fucking you hard and rough, each thrust pressing you harder into the ground, and all you can think of is how good it feels to be filled by his cock. The scent of the candle has already gotten you so wet, so worked up that it only takes a few thrusts to push you over the edge.

Mind blank, mouth open, panting and drooling like the good little fuck doll you’ve been turned into. All you can do is moan as he uses you for his own pleasure, dumping load after load into your tight cunt. Slapping you, bruising you, stepping on your head as he fucks you into oblivion.

After he’s had his fill, he takes you by your hair, dragging you to his desk, and tosses you on the dog bed set up beneath it. Placing the candle right by your head, he sits and begins to work, leaving his cock out for you to worship whenever he wanted. You sit there, head full of fluff, the only thoughts you can manage are those about obedience, arousal, Master, Cock… A firm tug on your head pulls you to your obsession, and you begin to lick and suck and kiss with single minded devotion. His cum shoots down your throat and you greedily swallow every single drop before settling back on your bed, waiting for him to use you again. As you sit there, a single independent thought manages to bubble its way to the surface…

“I should buy him more of these candles…”

[sunarots]

BETTER THAN REVENGE! ━━━ tooru oikawa & rintarou suna

18. say it ♡

cw. implied sex

You lay back on the grass in Kuro's back garden, staring up at the stars in the sky as he plays the finished album through a speaker. You balance your half-full cup on your stomach, where it will stay until you decide you want another sip. For now, you just want to stay with Rin's arm beneath you, his side pressed against yours.

Kenma and Atsumu are sat trying to decide what flavour to put in their vapes next, Atsumu scolding Kenma whenever he tries to convince him to use the pear flavour he's yet to try. Kuro sits near them, trying to keep his cigarette lit for as long as possible so he doesn't have to go find a new lighter.

Rin looks longingly at the cup just out of reach from him, desperate for another drink yet finding that he doesn't want to have to move. Instead, he hopes that just by looking at it he might be able to get some of the alcohol into his body. Turning his head back to stare at the sky, he can hear you quietly humming along to the songs playing through the speakers. A small smile starts to tug at the corners of his lips.

Sighing, you raise the cup from its spot on your stomach and prop yourself up on one of your elbows, chugging it in its entirety. You consider going back inside to pour yourself another drink, or immediately lying back down with Rin so you don't have to go without his warmth. However, before you can make the decision, his arm has moved from behind you and he's shuffled away from you.

You use your free hand to push yourself up, waving the cup when you spot Kuro looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You step up onto the decking and through the open glass door, walking straight ahead to the kitchen island where he laid out all the drinks and a cocktail shaker that hasn't been used since he bought it. Yet, he insists on taking it out every time because it makes him look classy.

You set down the cup and scan over the bottles in front of you, deciding to pour yourself the same as last time. Before you can swap the booze in your hand for the mixer, a hand is placed on top of yours and carefully takes the bottle away. You look back at Rin, who's pouring himself the same as you.

"I think...we're fucking geniuses," Rin says quietly, flashing you a wide smile as he pours in more alcohol than mixer.

You match his expression, passing him the juice before saying, "Oh, I know we are." He laughs, topping up his drink.

You pick up your cup and take a sip, resting your back against the counter. You can't fight fluttering in your stomach, nor the tingling when his arm brushes yours.

"Can I... Can I talk to you about something?" Rin's voice is soft, careful to not startle you. He waits for you to nod your head before he turns to fully face you, taking a long drink before setting it on the island. "I... I think I'm in love with you."

You turn your head to look at him, scanning over his face. He waits patiently for your response, his finger drawing a pattern on the counter beside him. "I know," you whisper, feeling your cheeks beginning to warm. "Me too."

The corners of his mouth tug upwards into a slight smile, picking up his cup that he'd placed. "Say it."

Raising an eyebrow at him, you watch as he takes a sip of his drink. "What?"

"Say it, or I'm not gonna believe you," he repeats with a small smirk, shrugging his shoulders.

You take in a deep breath and try to fight the heat rushing to your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, Rin." You manage to get it out without breaking eye contact with him.

Rin downs what he's just poured into his cup, discarding it behind him. You copy his actions, dumping the cup in the trash behind you. His hands cup your cheeks, pushing your hair out of the way before pulling you closer to him.

When his lips touch yours, everything around you stops. All that matters to you is him. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, fully pressed up against him. He tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, something you know will linger forever. His hands drop from your cheeks, leaving a trail of fire across every part of you he touches.

His hands grip onto your thighs, pulling you up and sitting you on the counter. You flinch away from him when something behind you shatters, one of the empty glass bottles knocked onto the floor. Rin fights back his laugh, his hand in front of his mouth.

"What the-"

You peer past Rin with your legs still around his waist, giving Kuro a sheepish smile as he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Rin starts laughing even harder as you hide your face in his chest, an attempt to avoid any scolding from the host.

"Are you kidding me? No, get off the counter!" he exclaims, shoving a finger in your direction. "You are not fucking in my kitchen! Animals! Go out to your car. Now!"

Rin looks back at you in amusement, glancing in the direction of the front door as a way of asking if you wanted to. You nod your head and go to push yourself off the counter, his arm around your waist stopping you. He lifts you up and over his shoulder, ignoring you as you try to convince him to put you down. He holds you tightly by the legs, looking over his shoulder and shouting a goodbye to Kuro.

"Rin! Put me down! I'm gonna fall!"

He sets you down by his car and looks at you with offence, a hand on his chest. "Have I ever let you down before?" When you don't respond, he smiles a little more. "Then trust me. You won't fall if I'm near you, babe. That's a promise."

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summary. as a world-famous singer, everyone knows everything about all of your relationships. namely, your renowned on-again/off-again relationship with one tooru oikawa. it’s hard not to when every song you write is about him. but no one truly knows all of the gory details of all your dirty breakups, except from the two of you. and after announcing in a drunken red-carpet interview that you never want to see his face again, everyone starts desperately searching for the truth behind your twisted relationship. and just when you think you can escape these rumours, in comes a job opportunity your band can’t turn down.

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[warlordfelwinter]

The Lash of Bhaal

[rubyfunkey]

not being able to draw whenever i want to is having unexpected effects

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodles

[kuromi-hoemie]

hhhh talking about my writing was fun but 30 tags is not enough.. yes i have 3 major influences but i have minor ones too.. it is a lovechild of my favorite things.. writing is so fun and i have no self control or a concept of pacing myself i will sit there for 16 hours and get hit with every status effect but by god does it all just flow out of me. I've always been a music person yes but i also used to write a lot into early adulthood until The Incident™

but i am ready 2 jump back into it. i think comics are a great middle ground between the two mediums so i don't get As into writing bc i kind of started going crazy last time 🫡 i can take a more structured approach to it that forces me to pace myself and think about it differently. i love art.... i love making things i love knowing how to do things i love knowing how to play things i love having so many creative outlets, even if i don't do a lot of them regularly lol. it is enriching 😳 and nice to know that it's always there to come back to when u want.

[seaofreverie]

I will make any sort of sacrifice for art

[reloaderror]

Something just fucking crawled on me

[non-un-topo]

Wish there was an elixir that wasn't alcohol that you could take that just makes you write/draw and not care about the quality of your work or about what your potential audience might think

[lotusmesenpai]

OC/canon? In MY worldy warcraft?

It’s more likely than you think.

[plulp]

guys i'm so sorry i write so much i promise i'm trying to get better at it 😣 i just have so much to say all the time but i promise i'll try to tone it down since i don't want to clutter your dashes

[v-iv-rusty]

overgrown

[whumpy-wyrms]

ITS BEEN A MONTH SINCE TLLR CHAPTER 11????? WHAT

[kicksnscribs]

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