#answer is drawing the freckles is just enough lol

[feketeribizli]

incoming call for marci

picks up on the first ring giggling kicking his feet

[your-unfriendlyghost]

this is such an open request BUT you should do anything to do w steviepop we need more of them

Finally I’m writing Ponyboy discovering Steviepop lol. It’s been discussed before on here, by myself and plenty of others, but I don’t think anyone’s written a full thing for it yet, so here we are lol!

Will cross post to Ao3 soon as this is up lol

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 Ponyboy freezes at the porch, hand hovering over the doorknob.

  Through the window, Soda’s on the couch kissing a girl. 

  That wouldn’t be so strange on its own- sure, Soda usually has the tact to keep all the girl-kissing to his bedroom, but it’s not unheard of- except for one detail.

  He’s kissing Evie.

  Steve Randle’s girl.

  Soda’s best friend’s girl.

  “Holy shit,” Curly Shepard whispers, eyes wide as dinner plates.

  Pony blinks, making sure he’s seein’ this right.

  Evie’s on top of Soda, and Pony can’t think of anyone else who has long curly chestnut-colored hair like that, so he knows it’s gotta be Evie. Beyond that, her arm, which is wrapped around Soda’s neck, is covered in freckles. No other brown-skinned girl Pony’s met has freckles like Evie.

  “No way he’s kissin’ Randle’s gal!” Curly exclaims, nudging Ponyboy as if he has somehow missed it. “What’d Randle do to piss him off, ya think?”

  “She’s probably forcin’ him?!” Ponyboy tries to rationalize.

  “Oh he sure don’t look forced!” 

  Sure enough, Soda’s kissing back just as hard. His hands are on Evie’s waist under her blouse, and he’s got a look on his face that Ponyboy’s never wanted to see on his brother.

  “But- but Steve…” Pony stutters.

  How could Soda do this?! How could he sit there necking his best buddy’s girl?!

  “They must’ve broken up, right?!” Ponyboy offers, running a sweaty hand through his hair.

  “No way…I saw her with Randle just earlier today, holdin’ hands at the DX,” Curly insists.

  Pony swallows. “Shit…oh shit.”

-

  Ponyboy swings the door of the DX store open, bells jingling. 

  “What’re you doin’ here?” Steve asks, his dark eyes narrowed. He’s chewing bubblegum, and leaning on the counter by the register. “Soda ain’t ‘round, and babies don’t get no discount.”

  Ponyboy bites back a scowl. Maybe Steve deserves to have his girl two-time him with Soda, he thinks for a second.

  “I know,” Ponyboy says, lowering his voice. “I ain’t lookin’ for Soda. I’m lookin’ for you.”

  Steve wrinkles his nose. “...Why?” 

  Ponyboy looks around, confirming that the place is empty of listening eyes. “D’ya have a break comin’ up? It’s…sorta serious,” he murmurs.

  Steve frowns, eyebrows raising. “Serious?” he repeats, voice losing its hard edge. “Are you in trouble?” he says, eyes flicking to the door. Quieter, he says “You ain’t in another…murder wrap, are ya?”

  “No, nothing like that. It’s about…” Ponyboy swallows, stomach turning. How can he betray Soda like this, Soda who he loves, Soda who gets him in a way no one else does?! 

  But he’s gotta. It isn’t fair to Steve.

  Ponyboy sighs. “...It’s about uh…Soda.”

  Bemused, Steve wrings his hands. “Shoot, Pony, I ain’t got a break comin’ up, just closin’ time in half an hour. What’s up with Soda?”

  Ponyboy tries to answer, but his mouth is dry. 

  “He ain’t in…trouble, is he? Is he okay?” Steve says, brows drawing together. The waver in his voice does a lousy job of hiding his concern. God, it kills Ponyboy, hearing Steve so worried about Soda, about his best friend- and Ponyboy’s never much liked the guy, but Steve clearly cares so much about Soda. He wonders for the thousandth time today how the hell Soda could do this to Steve?

  Soda, who held Steve at night when his old man kicked him out- Ponyboy wasn’t supposed to see that, but he’d needed water, and he’d seen the two of them on the couch, Steve’s head on Soda’s chest, curled up close and crying. Soda had been whispering things that Ponyboy couldn’t make out and stroking Steve’s hair, trying to sooth him. When he’d caught sight of Pony, he’d tilted his head back at the hall authoritatively, and Pony had ran back  to his room as fast as he could…

  God, Pony can’t imagine that. How can you care about someone enough to hold him, hug him, cry with him and care for him, but also fall for his girl?!

  “Yeah, yeah, Randle, Soda’s okay,” Ponyboy says, feeling like the worst person in the world. “Everyone is okay, physically. But there’s a problem you should know about…” he trails off. What if Steve can’t forgive Soda? What if Soda loses his best friend because of Ponyboy?!

  “Well spit it out, Racehorse,” Steve says sarcastically.

  “Look I don’t know how to say this, and I don’t really know what’s happening, and I coulda seen wrong- But Steve, yesterday I saw…I saw Soda and Evie neckin’ on the couch.” Ponyboy says, closing his eyes tight. He doesn’t wanna see the look that’ll be on Steve’s face. He can’t. 

  “Oh…yeah…” Steve says finally. And he doesn’t sound distraught, just…unsure…? Ponyboy opens his eyes to get a better look at him. 

  Steve doesn’t look surprised. His eyes are squinted like he’s trying to pick words to say, and he’s still smacking on his pink bubblegum. It’s like Ponyboy told him that the highschool isn’t doing wrestling this year or something- mildly concerning, but ultimately not connected at all to Steve personally.

  “That’s…your Evie, I mean,” Ponyboy clarifies, waiting for some reaction.

  Steve nods. “Yeah, Einstein, what other Evies do we know?” he says, without any real heat. “Uh…I ‘ppreciate your tellin’ me, ‘n all,” he says, fiddling with a pen behind the counter. “I guess that musta been hard for ya, so.”

  Ponyboy frowns. Yeah, it was, but that’s…not the takeaway he expected at all.

  “Ain’t you gonna…say somethin’?” Pony says, in a small voice.

  Steve takes a deep breath, glancing at the back office. “Uhm…yeah…somethin’. Right.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Look, kid, I uh…I kinda know…about that,” he says, speaking haltingly.

  Ponyboy blinks incredulously. Steve Randle once yelled at him for breathing too loud, and yet he’s this calm about his girlfriend cheating on him?!

  “...What?” Ponyboy says.

  Steve sucks his teeth. “Yeah…no, we have um…well. You know, Evie’s always dug your brother, and with Sandy outta the picture…uh…shoot. No, I mean…er…” he stammers, nervous in a way Pony has never seen him be before. “I ain’t tellin’ this well,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. He sighs. “Look, Ponyboy, you can’t be tellin’ anyone ‘bout this, okay? Because it’s sorta a secret…” he trails off.

  “What is it?!”

  Steve looks at the office again, making sure the manager can’t hear him. “Okay kid, you wanna know the score?” he says, voice dropping to a whisper. He leans closer. “I’ll tell ya the score: Your brother, Evie, and me have a bit of an…arrangement…with each other,” he explains, waving his hand back and forth. “We both dig Evie, ‘n she digs us, so…”

  “You share her?!” Pony whisper-shouts.

  Steve cringes. “I mean- I guess that’s a way of puttin’ it,” he says reluctantly. “But it ain’t quite…like that…” he frowns, righting himself. “Look, I dunno what Soda wants his kid brother to know, okay? An’ frankly, I dunno how much I think you gotta know. So…ask him about it, yeah?”

  “But you’re…okay with this?!”

   “Yeah,” Steve says, eyes half-lidded. He smiles dopily. “I’m real okay with it,” he murmurs.

  Ponyboy leans back, getting mental images that he doesn’t like. He’s probably nuts, but for a second, he wonders- do Steve and Soda share…each other, too?! 

  He shoves the thought outta his head fast, because Soda can’t be a queer. Ponyboy would know if his brother was queer…wouldn’t he? And Steve can’t be either- he’s so tough,  so…so…indelicate. …Right?

  But then again…Ponyboy never thought Steve would be okay with sharing his girlfriend, either…so maybe he doesn’t know anything at all.

  He leaves the DX feeling dazed, with one thought on his mind- What the hell just happened?!

-

  “Hey Pepsi-Cola, get this- your kid brother’s onto us,” Steve says, walking into Evie’s room. He trades his work shirt for one of the sweatshirts he’s left on the floor of her closet.

  Soda and Evie both look at him, Soda looking nervous and Evie amused. “What?”

  “You heard me,” Steve says, sprawling out across their thighs so his head’s in Soda’s lap and his shoulders and torso are on Evie’s. “He stopped by today, told me he’d seen yous twos- an’ I quote,” he smirks, “Neckin’ on the couch.”

  Soda flushes, cursing under his breath. “The lil’ jerk saw that?!” he says, but his voice is drenched in that sickening affection it always is when talking about his little brother. 

  “Maybe he heard it. You’re pretty loud,” Evie says, wiggling her sharp eyebrows.  

  “Aw, shuddup,” Soda says, trying and failing to stifle a smile.

  “No, no, she’s right,” Steve grins pointedly. Soda sticks out his tongue and rests his hand on Steve’s face. 

  “But seriously,” Soda says, paleing, “Ponyboy saw us?”

  “Yeah. Poor kid was freakin’ out, too,” Steve says, shaking his head. “He felt real bad about tellin’ me, you could tell he didn’t wanna expose ya, but he said he thought I oughta know.”

  “And what’d you tell him?” Evie asks, poking his side. 

  Steve chews his lip. “Well, to tell ya the truth, I didn’t rightly know what to say. Didn’t think you wanted him to know about uh…our whole deal, an’ all, Soda.”

  “But what’d ya tell him?” Evie prods, squeezing his hand.

  Steve shrugs, or at least as much as he can lying down. “I told him that the three of us have…an arrangement, ‘cos me an’ you,” he nods at Soda, “both like you,” he says, squeezing Evie’s hand back. “The kid couldn’t get his head ‘round the fact that I’m okay with it,” he adds, chuckling. 

  “Well, to be fair, you get pretty jealous sometimes, buddy,” Soda teases, ruffling his hair.

  “Only of other folks,” Steve defends. Yeah, he’d be real jealous seein’ Soda or Evie flirting with a guy or girl who isn’t him. But when it’s with each other, it just feels…right, or something. Like things are exactly how they should be, and everything is lovely, even on the east side. “Anyhow,” Steve says, “I told him he oughta ask you about it, because I wasn’t sure how much ya wanted me to say.”

   Soda hums. “Well gee, Steve, that’s tough. I dunno how much you wanna say. ‘Cos he finds out I’m…queer, then he finds out you ain’t so solid neither.”

  Steve swallows. Glory, he knows that. He knows it well. 

  The thing is, he’s not queer, really. Not exactly. Not like those flits at the bars in New York or San Francisco. Not like those men who dressed like women. He’s not- he’s not like them. He doesn’t care about the looks of other guys, he doesn’t give a damn about abs or muscles if they ain’t his own.

  It’s just…Soda. 

  God, he just. He can’t help loving Soda. He can’t. He tried not to, Lord knows he tried not to, but he does. He loves how Soda looks, how Soda talks, how Soda can make him melt with just a smile. He loves how Soda’s grin’s a little crooked and how his dimples are deeper on one side than the other. Ever since he was a kid, all he’s ever wanted is to run away with Soda, get outta Tulsa, and drive ‘round together forever.

   But then, he’d never cared much for girls either, not until Evie. Sure, he’d torn through those Playboy magazines with Johnny and Dally, and yeah, he’d watched those Marilyn Monroe flicks with Two-Bit, but he never got how they could really get anything outta it. He figured he just wasn’t wired to jack off normal-like.

  But when Evie first touched him, it was like he’d discovered a whole new feeling. Like he’d been seeing in black and white, and she’d turned it technicolor. She’d sat on his lap in the drive-in, and suddenly he understood what Dally meant when he told him about his exploits. 

  Except it wasn’t fully new, either. He’d felt something like that for years around Soda. 

  But he didn’t dig too deep into it, because that was just…Soda. 

  It’s like Steve can only love Soda and Evie, and no other guy or gal in all the world. So he isn’t…that queer. Not really…not exactly. And so…yeah, he isn’t totally sure he wants Ponyboy to think of him like…that…

  But he doesn’t wanna pretend he doesn’t love Soda either. 

  Steve sighs. “…Just tell the kid the truth, I guess.”

  Soda smiles, very slightly. “Really?”

  “Before I change my mind, wise guy,” Steve growls, but he doesn’t really mean it. 

  He loves Sodapop Curtis and Evie Peterson, and he wants the whole world to know it. But considering the context…he’ll settle for just Ponyboy.

  -

  “Hey, Pony?” Soda says in a hushed voice as he slinks into their shared bedroom. Ponyboy’s seated at his desk, drawing doodles on his homework, and he glances up.

  “Hey, Sodapop,” he greets, trying to sound casual. Like he didn’t just find out Soda and Steve had been secretly dating the same girl, and like he didn’t think that was the weirdest thing he’d ever heard.

  “How was your day?” Soda asks hesitantly.

  “It was…okay,” Pony says, not wanting to be the one to mention the elephant in the room. “So you uh…went out tonight again, I see? How was that?”

  “Oh yeah, it was nice,” Soda nods, “Real nice. Hung out at the gal’s house, talked about uh…life and stuff. Turns out she digs horses too, only she learned English style, not Western,” Soda says, shrugging off his jacket. 

  “So ya talked about horses. How’d…Steve like that?” Pony prompts. Soda freezes for just a fraction of a second, but then he’s flopping onto the bed like nothing’s the matter.

  “He didn’t love it,” Soda says, grinning, “but just you wait, we’ll make a cowboy of him yet.”

  “You an’…Evie?” Pony says finally. 

  “…Yes,” Soda says, propping himself up on his elbow, “me an’ Evie.” He’s still smiling, but his expression has grown just a hint guarded.

  “So Steve wasn’t lyin’. Y’all do…share her,” Pony mutters.

  “No, he wasn’t,” Soda nods. “But y’know…that ain’t the full…story…” he says, voice wavering. He looks at the wall. “Ponyboy, listen, the thing about it is…” he trails off, eyes getting glossy.

  Pony hurls himself onto the bed next to his brother, and wraps an arm around his shoulders. “It’s okay, Sodapop, you can tell me.”

  Soda smiles feebly. “Oh Pony, I don’t mean to be such a bawl baby about it, I really don’t. I dunno what’s up with me…” he says with a half-baked chuckle. “I just don’t…I don’t want ya seein’ me different, you dig?”

  “You’re in love with Steve Randle, ain’t ya?” Pony blurts out. Soda goes stiff under his arm. But when he speaks, his voice is steady.

  “Yeah. Pony, I…I’m…I am.” He closes his eyes, and whispers “…Don’t tell Darry.”

  “Sodapop, Darry won’t be mad…he loves ya, no matter what,” Pony reassures. Even though you have terrible taste.

  “Yeah, but… He’ll worry. He worries too much now. I don’t want him to worry ’bout me, too…” Soda exhales. When he turns to meet Pony’s eyes, Pony sees that Soda’s silently crying, with tears running down his cheeks.

  Ponyboy hugs Soda, running his hands through his greasy blond hair. “It’s okay, Pepsi-Cola. It’s okay…” He pauses. “You know, Oscar Wilde was queer.”

  Soda laugh-sobs into Pony’s shoulder. “Who the hell is that?”

  “Author. Really great one. Real famous. I ain’t read his stuff, but everyone who has says it’s amazing. And he was queer.” Pony says. “So you know. It’s tuff.”

  “…Thanks, Pony,” Soda says, slowing his shuddering. He pulls away and rubs his eyes. “…Thanks.”

  “I won’t tell no one,” Pony promises. “I think you oughta tell Darry, but you ain’t gotta, and I sure won’t.”

  “So you don’t think it’s…” Soda trails off.

  “I think it’s alright, man. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with ya. Alls I’m wonderin’ is why you and Evie both want Steve-”

  “Aw, shut yer trap,” Soda laughs, tackling Pony onto the bed. “Stevie’s real sweet whenever you ain’t in the room, an’ if you ain’t careful with that mouth of yours, I may just have to tell ya ‘bout all the things he does to get me blushin’-”

  “GROSS!” Pony yells, all semblance of support dropped at the mental image of Steve and Soda in…that context. “Gush about that to your girlfriend, and lemme live in my blissful ignorance!”

  Soda grins, hopping up off the bed. “Y’know, Darry’s sleepin’…I think I will!”

  -

[bountycancelled]

a pencil, paper and an uncontrollable crush

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opla!luffy x reader

requested: yes (I mixed 2 reqs so idk if that counts but reqs are still open for anyone)

genre: oneshot but in headcanon form? gn! reader, artist! reader

warnings: none, just some fluff!

a/n: I won't be writing as often becusde I'm writing my final rn, also this is short because i have a hard time imagining luffy being romantic so... enjoy!

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now, it doesn't matter how obviously and hopelessly in love you are with Luffy, he's just not going to see it.

he doesn't see you make starry eyes at him, because his eyes are just as starry on a regular basis. when he catches you admiring him, he just assumes that you zoned out. (because he does that alot too)

so when he finds an incredibly detailed sketch of himself laying around on the ship, he excitedly goes from crew member to crew member, asking who drew it.

when he gets to you, notebook and pencil in hand drawing yet another portrait of him, you hang your head in mortification as he marvels at your work.

so imagine his suprise when he snatches that notebook our of your hands with a quickness to see what else you've steched in there, only to find himself on every. single. page.

I swear that his excited screaming is enough to alert other ships at sea of your exact location, but he can't help it, every drawing you've done deserves a reaction that fits how well you did it.

after he finds out about your habit, he starts striking poses for you and holding them right until your last pencil stroke on paper (or until he gets bored/hungry lol)

one night, you get a frantic knock on your door followed by Luffy's muffled voice yelling "are you still awake? I wanna show you something." so you open the door and he shoves a crumpled piece of paper right in your face.

you back up just a little bit and adjust your eyes, and you see a drawing of... some sort of animal? oh, wait nevermind, it's of you.

it's not the most artistically or anatomically sound drawing you've laid your eyes on, but it's... surprisingly detailed. he's drawn on pretty much every single visible scar, mole, freckle and mark, even some that you didn't know you had.

when you question how he managed to be so accurate, he tilts his head, pursing his lips and farrowing his brows in thought before answering. "Well, it wasn't on purpose, but I always look at you when you're around me. you catch my attention, kinda like food does!"

pause.

did Monkey D. Luffy, the strawhat captain, mister gum gum himself, just compare you to food...? moment of silence, because this is so much bigger than all of us.

after hearing this revelation, you cave and plant a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you (and as a means to let him know of your more than platonic feelings for him), slamming the door in his face before he even has the chance to react.

p.s. Luffy doesn't have any idea why you kissed his cheek, but he knows that it made him feel good, and he wants to get one from you again.

[puddleorganism]

Pondering a new rancher au (yes the giant fucking bird is Jimmy) - rambling/explanation under the cut

[Image IDs:

ID 1: a digital drawing of Jimmy/SolidarityGaming and TangoTek, in which Jimmy is a massive approximately 20 foot/6 meter tall bird-like creature. He’s standing idly (to show off his design) with a nervous smile on his face. He has a long neck and long legs that make him look like a dinosaur, but he is covered in light golden-brown feathers and has wings. His wings are huge, the primaries/tips sticking out behind his back. They’re modeled after a turkey vulture’s wings. He’s got a grey hooked beak that is mostly covered in feathers. He’s also got long tail feathers that look just short of skimming the ground. His legs are dark grey with huge talons. All over his legs, wing tips, and tail feathers is a dark grey ash. Tango’s sitting cross-legged on his back/shoulders, hunched over and looking at one of those map books you usually have in your car. (Note: the next image is of Tango, so to avoid redundancy I’m going to describe his appearance better there.) /End ID 1

ID 2: a digital drawing of TangoTek, a humanoid with fire for hair and a long, thin tail tipped in fire; like how a lion’s is tipped with fur. He’s standing idly (again, to show off his design) with his hands in his pockets. He’s got light tan skin with freckles on his nose and wrist. He’s got what look to be black scales on his ears - which are long and pointed - cheeks and nose that have glowing orange cracks in them like burning wood. He’s wearing a red handkerchief over his nose and mouth and has red-tinted goggled pushed up on his forehead. He’s wearing an off-white sweater, a worn leather jacket with red accents, grey cargo pants and black boots. He also has a pale gold and brown messenger bag slung over his left (the viewer’s right) shoulder and back behind his arm. He’s also got two scuffed, worn pins on his jacket; a small, round yellow one and a tiny polyamory flag. He’s also covered in ash - even more so than Jimmy - to the point where his boots, sweater, and handkerchief are stained with it, and are almost more grey than their original colors.

ID 3: simple digital sketches of the above characters. From left to right they are: Jimmy laying down with his head bowed, and Tango standing on his tiptoes to lean against Jimmy’s head. Both their eyes are closed and their foreheads are pressed together. The next is of Tango with his goggles on and looking confused at the map book, which is folded in half in his hands. Jimmy is leaning over his shoulder to look at the map as well. Two question marks float by Tango’s head. The last is of Jimmy standing upright, one of his talons held up near his chest. In his talons he’s holding Tango who seems surprised and is kind of doing that thing that cats do when you pick them up under the arms. This sketch is captioned with the word “hold”. There’s also a small bit of wing from a drawing that’s been cropped out in the corner. /End ID 3

/End IDs]

Ok rambling time!

So it’s set in a that was similar to the modern day, but after in a post-apocalyptic world (recent enough that they both would’ve known the world before). Not a zombie apocalypse or anything, though. There may be Foes but probably not.

I’m not exactly sure what the apocalypse that happened actually is yet, but it’s left the world an ash-covered wasteland with few ruins and even fewer survivors (survivors being organisms in general, not just humans). I want the landscape to be kind of surreal and bizarre, but I haven’t decided if that’s because of the apocalypse or not. Maybe it was just Like That lol.

Anyway, one thing you may want to know more about, is why the hell is Jimmy a giant bird? And the answer is: I like giant birds. In all seriousness though, he’s cursed! Don’t know why. He was a normal ass dude. Now he’s a bird.

Tango might also be cursed? Depends on how edgy I end up wanting this to be lol. He might be an undead wraith or something who knows.

[allaboardthevespa]

All I've Ever Needed

(Warning, some mild spoilers for episode 3 lie ahead in this preamble)

Soooooo episode 3 happened, and honestly, I don't know how to feel. I LOVE where Riya's arc is going and Jake also calmed down, which is good to see. But god Miriam did Tom dirty this ep, and I am kinda starting to worry about Ellie's arc. I mean, if she's doing a villain arc, fair enough, but I'm worried for what this will mean for her friendship with Gabby - reminder that Ellie was the first person who ever made Gabby feel valid? I really don't want things to go awry between them but I'm worried it's an inevitability...

So to cheer myself up I wrote an adorable fluff ficlet featuring them being romantic, cuz I've been starved for that content lol. It's probably not very in character for Ellie knowing what she's been through, but I need some touching cuteness.

Oh yeah, Tess is here too.

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Outside the Cyan Team's tent, Tess was drawing a night sky. She gazed towards the heavens, and painted drops of white to represent the twinkling stars above her.

Watching her from within the tent, Ellie and Gabby decided to go out to watch their friend.

"Wow, Tess," Gabby chirped as she stepped outside the waterproof tent, getting Tess' attention, "That's such a pretty drawing! You're so good at this!" "Thanks," the dark-haired girl responded with a smile.

All of a sudden an idea appeared in Tess' mind. She took a pale white paint and streaked it gently across the dark blue background, before dabbling a tiny dot ahead of that white streak.

The girls didn't take long to register what Tess had just painted. "Wow," Ellie spoke lightly, "Is that a shooting star?" "What else would it be?" the artist chuckled quietly, before looking to the skies once more, admiring the twinkling stars above her. "Even after a life like mine, I've still wished on a shooting star every time I've seen one. Maybe it's futile, but it's a source of comfort. It always has been." "Aw, I do the very same thing!" giggles the Polish girl, "Every time I see a shooting star, I wish that I could make friends with every animal in the world and make them all happy forever!" She clapped her hands giddily, and Ellie couldn't help but blush at how adorable her girlfriend was being. It felt like, even after the life she'd been through, Gabby's infectious joy was always capable of making her rough life worth dealing with.

Calming down, Gabby sat on the grass and asked Tess, "If you could make a wish right now…what would you wish for?" "Well," the quiet girl considers for a moment, before giving her answer, "I'd wish that Ally and Hunter could find a way to work through their issues and be happy. That's what I want most." Now the Asocial turned to the freckled girl, "What about you, Ellie? If you could wish for anything…what would you wish for?"

Ellie thought for a moment, and soon came up with her response…

"Honestly? I don't need to wish for anything," she said, "Right now, I have everything I want and need." "Wait, huh?" Gabby gasped, "But what about your jo-" Ellie cut her off, giving her girlfriend a warm, loving smile. "That'd be nice, trust me…but I already have everything I could've ever needed in my life…" And with that, Ellie gently put one of her hands on Gabby's cheek, stroking it gently with her fingers. She gazed deeply into the eyes of her beloved Tree Hugger - her one and only Nature Princess.

"And she's right here in front of me."

[pyxy-styx]

4, 6, 13, 27, 31

B, D, F for the oc asks

I'm just answering these with the Sable Family because they're in my brain right now 💃🕺(Pamela is the grandma, Gwen and Sam are the parents, and Jackson, Charlie, and Alex are the kids)

QUESTIONS 'BOUT CHARACTERS

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

For Alex, it's pretty easy. So long as you don't immediately do something that raises an alarm in her head, she'll trust you.

Charlie is much more suspicious. They will question everything you do until you've been around long enough that they get used to you. They never fully trust anyone other than their siblings though.

Jackson is right in-between the twins. He's friendly but won't tell you specifics about anything until he gets to know you better.

Sam and Gwen are both fairly trusting people, but they will be keeping an eye on you.

Pamela trusts no one but family. Sorry bro.

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

They all consider laws flexible no matter the universe.

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Alex would say black just cause it's the easiest to match, but she looks wonderful in soft greens.

Charlie would say basically any shade of blue, and they are absolutely correct because they have spent so much time playing with colors.

Jackson would say light pink, and he's right because Charlie helped pick out colors that would suit them.

Sam would say looks best in darker greens, but teal suits him more.

Gwen would say pink, but she looks much better in yellows.

Pamela would probably say light purple and she is correct.

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Alex - silence

Charlie - being alone

Jackson - the dark

Sam - being alone

Gwen - small spaces

Pamela - silence

31. Who are they most glad to have met?

Alex - Eve (her girlfriend)

Charlie - No one, Charlie hates meeting new people

Jackson - this seems along the same vein as picking favorites, which he is very against (currently unnamed best friend)

Sam - Gwen

Gwen - Sam

Pamela - her husband

QUESTIONS FOR ME

B) what inspired you to create them?

I was bored

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Alex has gone through so many changes lmao. She used to be a shape shifter because I couldn't pick just one look for her, and even now, her hair is still slightly different every time I draw her or make her in something.

Charlie's changed quite a bit too, but now their look is fairly consistent. So long as they've got freckles and short brown hair, we're good.

Jackson has stayed basically the same since he was created. The only difference is that his hair is light pink instead of brown.

Idefk about Sam dude, I don't think he ever really had a look when I first made him. He was just kinda some dude in my brain, y'know?

For Gwen, basically the same as Sam. She was just kinda some lady in my head. She's changed a couple times since I started actually figuring her out though.

Pamela is the only one who stayed exactly the same lol.

F) What do you feel when you think about your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Overall?? Sad but happy. Their story is a sad, but hopeful one.

Alex - Pride. That's my baby girl. She's been through hell, and I'm so happy she makes it through it all (said like I'm not the one writing it lol)

Charlie - Sad. Charlie makes me sad. For so many reasons.

Jackson - Chill. They're just kinda there for the most part, but he does have epic moments.

Sam - Excited. His character has gotten so many upgrades from how he used to he and I love writing his dynamics with his kids now.

Gwen - Depressed. Not elaborating. That's spoilers.

Pamela - Calm. We love our kind grandma with a mysterious past.

[pinestripe37]

1, 5, 6, 7, 12, 14, 21, 23, 26, 27, and 36! (this is a TON of questions so don’t feel pressured to answer all of them XD you can pick & choose if you’d like!)

Yayy I am so excited!!

Do you have freckles?

Teeny tiny bit, not really noticeable I don't think.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Yes! I have my favorite Lucy in bed next to me lately and it's nice because she's my special soft kitty from when I was a toddler :)

I am ALSO GETTING A STUFFED MISTPAW FOR MY BIRTHDAY! :D

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

I actually don't know! :0 Because I really really enjoy both! And I'm certainly so blessed to be able to express my feelings through both! I'd say it varies based on the time. Which is also nice because I can just switch back and forth between both whenever I don't have inspiration for one. It's so wonderful that God gives us multiple gifts, and lets us serve Him in such different ways! :'D I've been writing a quite a bit lately but I have been starting to think of some art ideas so perhaps I'll be drawing shortly!

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

Two! One to cover myself with and one next to me in case I get cold. DEFINITELY NOT ZERO ZERO IS THE LEAST IDEAL NUMBER- I have so much trouble sleeping when it's hot because it feels weird to not cover myself with a blanket.

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

~ you of coursee <33 I love you friend :')

~ My irl friend who has been so wonderful to me, it's still hard to believe that I'm appreciated, y'know?

~ ahfhijkjh allll my friends really, aaahh I love my friendss :')

~ a person I've been wanting to be friends with for many years and still pray for and will forever pray for. I have faith that if it's in God's Plan someday we will meet again and someday we will be friends and someday we will hug.

~Jesus, definitely, my Lord and Shepherd and Savior and First Love. Being with Him forever in His Presence is the best and safest Place always and He's the One who Saved me and died for me and loves me most. <3

What’s your favorite color?

Mint green and/or teal! :D But really I actually find all colors beautiful, all the colors God painted His creation in are beautiful!

How was your day today?

Pretty good. :) Pretty tiring and I'm probably gonna nap soon lol. Tiring but also blessed and peaceful day, so I'm grateful for that! :')

Do you believe in aliens?

I just stick with the answer of... Only God really knows so knowing that only He knows is enough for me. Leaning not on my own understanding is the way to go with anything I don't know for sure.

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

A bunchh! :D Stuffed animals, playing with toys, a bunch of shows including Peep and the Big Wide World and Odd Squad, picture books (my mom and I both), I feel like probably a bunch of other stuff.

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

My favorite favorite Book is forever the Bible. I mean, it's God's Word and I can talk to Him and hear from Him, and He's blessed me with such amazing incredible moments in Scripture with the Guidance of the Holy Spirit, and taught me so much, and I can literally read it forever and still be amazed with a new insight from the Holy Spirit each time even after reading a passage over and over because the Word is Living and God continues to teach us through it. Such a wonderful blessing indeed!! :'D

My favorite fiction book would be.. maybe Little Women, or The Vanderbeekers of of 141st street (by Karina Yan Glaser) it's suchh a sweet series :') Ooh, and the Wingfeather Saga! Still gotta finish reading but I'm enjoying those books so much!

Do you like your middle name?

Yes! I've actually had a very interesting and lovely conversation with my friend about name meanings, recently-ish, and we figured out interpretations of my middle + first name meanings that fit my life and come from a Christian perspective, so that was fun! :D

Eeeee thank you for sending an ask, my dear friend!! :D <3

[foreverindreamlandd]

Locker Drama

Pairing: Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 2.3k

Summary: Your locker neighbor, Tommy, can't seem to stop being an asshole to you. Even though they're technically friends, Steve draws the line when it comes to picking on someone who is apparently extremely important to him.

Warnings: Bullying, body image, fatphobia, protective Steve, does not contain spoilers for the show Stranger Things. Unedited because I am a piece of human garbage :,)

Note: Okay....so this is going to be the first fic within the Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader world. It's going to be a very loosely-structured series, friends to lovers with no real timeline (next fic could be them married with ten kids....kidding but you get the gist lol....hopefully). I hope you enjoy it! :)

*****

“All I’m saying is that when I grow up, I’m going to become Vice Principal of a school and tell any student athlete who thinks they have the right to skip finals and not do their homework to fuck off.”

You blanched at your best friend, shaking your head as you put your math books in your locker. “Robin, I’m pretty sure if you told a student to fuck off you would be fired on site.”

Robin groaned, head tilting up in frustration and leaning against the closed lockers beside yours.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll just give them the detentions they deserve rather than just letting them off the hook for being the golden children of the school. Us band kids have more brains and talent than any of those boneheads and we get diddly squat.”

“At least we can find solace in the fact that we most likely won’t peak in high school.” You grabbed your supplies for science class. “Well, you might actually, if you end up working at one, Mrs. Vice Principal.”

Your lips quirked up into a smug grin as Robin groaned again, this time turning to lean her forehead on the locker.

“Okay, new plan,” she said. “How about-”

“Can you believe Mr. Cooper gave me an F on my paper?” You fought back a groan as the whiney voice of your locker neighbor approached. “I know I got every answer right because I was copying off of that redhead’s work!”

Tommy Hagan - whom you affectionately referred to as Freckles - strolled over to the locker next to yours, head turned in the other direction at his girlfriend Carol as she pressed her body against his.

Though she was tiny, it was enough force to knock Tommy back and bump into you.

He turned to sneer at you. “Watch it, Tubby.” 

Your heartbeat quickened as both rage and shame flooded through you. At least the nickname you had given Freckles was somewhat tame. Tommy gave you one look up and down at the beginning of the school year and immediately deemed you as Tubby.

The first time he said it, you had thought you were hallucinating. It had always been your biggest insecurity, ever since you had put on weight in middle school, and kept putting it on up until this point no matter how many miles you ran and how many diet programs your mom had you try. Still, most of your peers had the courtesy of not saying anything, just letting you exist as long as you kept quiet and didn’t cause any problems.

Not Tommy, though. He just liked to push people’s buttons, and although he was dumb as rocks, he had a knack for identifying the things that hurt you the most.

The nickname stung like salt to a wound, but you knew to keep your head down and stay quiet. You saw what happened when people tried to fight back with Tommy. It only made him want to ramp it up.

He relished in the attention.

Your dearest, hot-headed best friend did not understand that, though, so when she heard his crude remark she scoffed. “Excuse you, numbnuts. But you’re the one who crashed into her.”

You narrowed your eyes at Robin, silently telling her to stop as Carol mewled. “Watch out, baby, you’re upsetting the freaks.”

“Yeah, well, I’m upset that I have to be in such close proximity as them all day!” Tommy’s voice grew louder as he opened his locker, side intentionally bumping into you once more to make a point. “All I’m saying is that it would be nice to have a locker next to someone who took up so much space! I can barely move around here.”

Carol giggled as tears started to burn your eyes. You kept your face in your locker in an attempt to hide your large frame from the world.

Maybe if I stand still for long enough I’ll just blend in and no one will notice me.

With your locker door still open, Tommy was out of view, so you only heard the slam of his door and a small yelp from Carol.

“That’s enough, Tommy,” a familiar voice declared.

Tommy scoffed. “Come on, Harrington. Just airing my grievances.” You could hear the dumb smile on his face.

“No, you’re just being a dick.”

You allowed yourself one small, almost unnoticeable smile.

“Why your panties all up in a bunch, King Steve? Am I being mean to your girlfriend or something?”

Your smile dropped.

There was a few moments of silence, and you could only imagine the type of disgusted face Steve was making then. 

“Just shove off and get to class before another teacher flunks you and you can’t be on the team anymore,” Steve responded, the fight gone from his voice, switching to the charismatic popular guy that almost everyone knew and loved.

This Steve made you sick to your stomach.

Regardless of the disappointment you felt, Steve’s shift in demeanor was enough to distract Tommy. “Ms. Pine would never flunk me, especially now that her daughter is on the cheerleading team. Gotta make sure our team makes her look as good as possible, which means I get a free ride through history.”

You heard him mumble a let’s go, baby to Carol and then the hallway immediately became less tense.

You still couldn’t move, though, still horrified by the public humiliation.

“I’ll kill that asshole,” Robin muttered, crossing her arms.

“It’s fine,” you whispered, quickly wiping your tears. 

“Hey.”

The familiar voice, now much softer and more sympathetic, was right behind you.

You closed your eyes for a second and willed the tears away before turning.

Steve Harrington stood in front of you, hands in his pockets and shoulders sagged, hair perfectly swooped to the side.

His lips were pressed into a thin line. “Sorry about that.” He shrugged. “Tommy’s an idiot.”

“He’s also a jerk, and still your best friend,” Robin cut in, glaring at Steve.

You watched him bite the inside of his cheek as his eyes flashed to Robin, running his fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine.” It seemed as if those were the only two words you were capable of saying.

“It’s not fine,” they both said at the same time, Robin with much more bite and Steve with a quiet assurance.

They both locked eyes in shock that they managed to agree on something, horror painting across their faces.

You couldn’t help but giggle at it.

Steve’s eyes went back to you, smile spreading across his face at the sound of your laugh.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, head tilting down a bit, making it so that his large, deep brown eyes stared into yours through his long lashes.

You fought the butterflies as they tried to swarm your stomach. 

“I’m fi- okay,” you said, switching words when Steve’s eyes narrowed.

He nodded. “I’ll deal with Tommy. Meet you after school?”

You nodded back. “Sounds good, Steve.” 

His smile grew ever so slightly when you said his name, and after making eye contact with Robin - who continued to glare at him - he walked down the hallway to his next class.

“You know I love you,” she said, shoulder leaning against the locker, “but I’ll never understand why you let that guy breathe the same air as you.”

You huffed. “It’s not like we’re besties, Robin.” Well, you used to be, but that was before Steve started high school and became an instant celebrity at Hawkins High. When Steve Harrington was just Stevie, and he was your favorite person in the entire world.

Now?

“He’s just my ride. As if I’d give up the BMW so I can ride the bus where the rest of the bullies dwell.”

She pursed her lips, still not buying it.

You sighed. “He’s a good person, Robin, I promise.”

At that, she scoffed, shaking her head and wrapped her arm around your neck to lead you to your next class.

“You’ve spent too much time in close proximity with Freckles, Y/n,” she muttered. “His idiot brain is starting to run off on you.”

*****

“How the hell do you have a B in chemistry?” Steve asked, shaking his head as you both got out of the car. “Erikson is brutal. I barely managed to get a D.”

“Hate to break it to you Steve,” you said while swinging your backpack over your shoulder, “but some studies show that doing your work and paying attention in class helps you learn enough to get a good grade.”

He whined, steps falling in line with yours as you approached the school building. “I bet it’s all a hoax. You actually suck at school and have found some new top-secret method of cheating.”

You gasped, feigning offense. “How dare you try to unveil my master plan and risk destroying my reputation as the school nerd?”

Steve laughed, opening the door for you as you walked in. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

The two of you shared a small smile as you headed down the hallway. Your locker was closest to the entrance, so you prepared to break away and not see Steve until the end of school.

So it confused you when his stride continued to match yours, slowing as you both veered off to your locker.

Your eyes narrowed at him, slowly putting in your combination. “Listen Steve, I know you promised to keep things with Tommy handled, but I promise you don’t have to be my bodyguard anytime I’m at my locker.”

Steve’s head jerked back as he gave you a confused look, raising his hand to the lock of Tommy’s locker. “What do you mean? This is where all my stuff is.”

Your fingers began mindlessly turning your own lock, suddenly forgetting the combination as you stared at him wide eyed. “What…”

“I switched lockers,” he said with a casual shrug. You could see the corners of his lips twitch as he fought back a smile.

“You what?”

“What? It’s no big deal, Y/n. Tommy seemed to have such a big issue being here, whereas I think this is prime real estate.”

You bit your bottom lip, stomach turning to knots. “Steve…”

“It’s fine, Y/n. Besides, it makes sense that we’re neighbors in school and at home.” His face turned serious for a moment. “I told you I’d handle it. Now, you don’t have to worry.”

You scowled. “He’s still your friend, though. So he can come here and harass me anytime he wants-”

Steve shook his head. “Nope. Told him if he stepped foot anywhere near here that I’d have coach put him on the bench for the rest of the season.” He opened his locker, tossing his bag in and grabbing his books. His brows rose when he turned back to your still stunned expression. “Are you going to open your locker yet? Don’t want to be late for class and ruin that master plan of yours, Miss Cheaterpants.”

A bark of a laugh erupted from your chest and you lightly slapped Steve on the arm, pulling giggles from your new locker neighbor.

It brought an overwhelming sense of relief, having him by your side instead of Tommy. For months, you dreaded stopping here between classes, shielding yourself for another snide comment from Freckles.

Now, you didn’t need to worry. Steve was here, and though you weren’t the best friends you had been your whole lives, having him by your side made this spot finally feel like a safe space.

You turned your attention back to your lock, opening the door and grabbing books for your first class.

The worst part about Tommy’s complaints were that technically it was sometimes true. You did take up more space than others, meaning that your arm would inevitably wiggle around in his area as you moved.

And so, of course, the same thing would happen with Steve.

When your hip bumped against his, any sense of relief you had felt crumbled in seconds, the familiar feeling of shame the only thing left in its wake. 

Steve felt your body go rigid, and he rested a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he said, turning your body to face him. There was a tenderness in his face that you hadn’t seen in years. “The shit that he said yesterday, what I assume he’s been saying…it’s all bullshit, Y/n.”

You tried to shrug and force a smile, but Steve knew you better than that, and his hand squeezed your shoulder. “No, listen.” His eyes pierced yours, face leaning forward until it was inches from yours. “What he said was absolute bullshit, and he’s a complete idiot for not realizing how lucky he was to be so close to you all the time.”

His breath tickled your skin, causing you to blink a few times as you tried to identify the tone he was using as he said this. This was nothing like the Steve you grew up with, nor was it the voice of King Steve, ruler of Hawkins High.

This was something different, and it brought heat to your core.

He seemed to lose himself for a moment, leaning less than an inch closer and the movement was so overwhelming your breath hitched. That seemed to be enough to break the tension, and Steve swallowed, standing straight and grabbing his books.

“I should get going,” he murmured, using his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. He gave you a small smile. “See you next period?”

You blinked a few more times, bobbing your head up and down slowly.

Steve bit his bottom lip, staring at you for a few more seconds before closing his locker door and heading down the hallway.

Your gaze remained on the spot he had been standing at moments ago, a part of you wondering if you were dreaming.

Maybe the new locker situation wouldn’t be as easy as you thought….

*****

Thank you for reading! :)

Main Masterlist

[anathemafiction]

Beloved author! May this poor artist ask for a description of all the RO's appearance? I do have their looks in my imagination, but i'm a sucker for details and not completely fucking up their canon designs lol. I did try to look for it in here, but i could only find the ones of Alessa and Hadrian. Sorry if you answered this already and thank you in advance!

You can find these descriptions on the character page in the game!

Alessa: Lithe in stature and short in height, Alessa blends easily within the crowds. Still, taut muscles are visible just under her skin and the precision with which she moves signal clearly the danger that lurks within.     

With pointed features and full lips, Alessa would be considered beautiful by most if it weren't for the coldness always present in her light-blue eyes. Freckles splatter the skin of her nose and cheeks, and a mop of bright brown hair filled with golden locks falls past her slim shoulders. She wears black paint around her eyes and numerous rings adorn her fingers. Her skin is light and burns easily in the sun.

Hadrian: Standing above most people, his tall frame and broad shoulders make him stand out amongst most crowds. Molded by years of rigorous training, powerful muscles line his body. With his black sword, Hadrian makes an intimidating image.        

Hadrian has unruly dark-brown hair and deep-green eyes that seem to shine with honesty. Light stubble lines his jaw and neck. He wears an ever-present crucifix above his heart. His skin is bronze in the summer and fair during the winter months.

Alain: Tall and lean, Alain commands the eye whenever he enters a room. Golden skin and high cheekbones are paired with sharp lips that never seem to be still. His curly hair is usually styled back, leaving his forehead uncovered. Brown eyes watch the world as it brings him endless amusement.

Alain often dresses in the finest suits wealth can buy. He seems to favor deep green, one of the colors of his House.

Ysabella: Elegant and dazzling, Ysabella steals all eyes whenever she enters a room. Golden skin and full cheeks paired with bountiful lips that are always adorned with a bright smile. Her locks are often tamed to elegant curls that pool around her shoulders. Brown eyes twinkle at the world as if it tells her the most delightful of anecdotes. 

Ysabella often wears elaborate gowns and luxurious dresses. She favors gold, one of the colors of her House.

Lance: If there is something to be said about his appearance, it's that it's tailored to draw the eye. Impossible to miss even in a crowded square, Lance's tall frame will catch your attention. By force. 

He wears a gold vest, sleeveless so that his tanned arms are left uncovered, with a high collar that frames his neck in white silk. The vest is tucked into green-colored breeches, large and baggy except near his calves, where they straighten and narrow. Black shining shoes leave a large portion of his socks uncovered. One gold, the other black. 

It all clashes with his hair, blue as the deepest water. Gray eyes watch the world, often paired with a pleasant smile, where a gold tooth shines. 

Neia: Tall, strong, and with long white hair, Neia makes for an imposing image. She dons black armor from head to toe, and her shattered greatsword is so big it almost reaches her feet when sheathed. Neia has a deep scar on her lips, giving her a perpetual snarl. 

And her eyes, once brown, are now bright yellow. 

Rafael: Rafael looks terrible. Sickly gray skin, bloodshot eyes, lean frame seeming skinny and gaunt. Such is the aftermath of getting stabbed. His face is narrow, framed by a goatee that's not very abundant, and his brown eyes are equally sharp. His hair is shoulder-length, brown too, and he's missing one of his front teeth.

He favors grays and browns and capes with hoods deep enough to cover his face. 

... I just realized I didn't add a character page for The Pirate King. 😅 But here is his in-game description: You can’t see his face, not most of it, but his mouth is left uncovered by the crimson shawl he wears. Lips surrounded by a black beard that grows past his chin. A bright yellow ring clasps it around the center, making a kind of ponytail that almost reaches his chest.  

In the Interlude he appears without a shawl: His eyes are hooded, his cheeks long and narrow, and his chin ends in a long beard with a gold ring in the middle. As dark as the long hair tied loosely on his back. 

Lia has never seen anyone with his features before. Not these kinds of eyes and nose. His skin is tanned, like all who make the sea their home, but even so, his skin tone is different too. Paler than hers will ever be. 

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Sleepy Prompt 44 with LOVM!Vax and Kiki.

Could be after either one had a near-death experience, thus making the prompt come across as “too soon” lol

44. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” think this is more suited to cr actually

Vax is a patient man. He watches the love of his life crack and expand into a brass dragon, watches her put the stars to shame with a stream of roiling fire, and he waits, a fire of his own simmering low and hot. She gives rides to the children of Vesrah, then starts taking requests for creatures to change into from the awed audience, and he waits, enjoying the show she puts on. There is eating and drinking and dancing, high praise for the soon-to-be-crowned Voice of the Tempest, and he waits, mostly just glad everyone else finally gets to see what he's seen all along.

His sister slinks off with Percy when the moon is high above the Ozmit, the white light glinting off of the rolling waves and his glasses. Doty quite literally carries Tary off to bed, and loud cheers underscore drinking contest between Grog and Pike that Vax wants no part of. He sits with his feet in the water, and he waits. He'll always wait for her. Vax is a patient man.

When she comes to him, face flushed and eyes wild and bright, he stands, takes her by the hand, and pulls her toward the open-windowed room they've been given for the night. The door isn't even closed before his lips are on her, trailing along her jawline, down her neck, to push back her dress to reveal her collarbone. Vax is a patient man, but a fire can only be suppressed for so long before it consumes everything in its path.

Her laugh is breathy, surprised. "Vax." His hands are on her waist now, urging her toward the bed. "You are..." She loses her train of thought as he scrapes his teeth along the hollow of her throat. "...you...very..."

His lips find hers again. "Incredible." He kisses her. "Inconceivable." Again. "Impossible." Again. Again. Again.

She's sitting on the edge of the bed now, her own hand working at his belt. Her skin is dragon-fire hot, and he can't stop touching it, needs more of it, needs to taste every freckle. He stops kissing her only long enough to whip his own shirt off, and she uses the opportunity to ask breathlessly, "Aren't you exhausted?"

He knows what she's asking; the answer is no. His hands find her neck again and he draws the next kiss out, slow, teasing, grinning. "I'll sleep when I'm dead," he murmurs against her lips.

She immediately frowns, her hands falling from his belt down into her lap. "Vax, that's isn't fun—"

Her admonishment is cut off by her back hitting the bed and his lips once again capturing hers. If she finds any fault with him for the rest of the night, well, she certainly doesn't say anything about it.

[romanticsims]

hi love! i legit just found your page yet i'm absolutely BLOWN AWAY by your edits, oh my gosh :O i love the gif you posted about your editing process and i was wondering if you'd be willing to post the different pictures in it side by side so i could more easily see the process? if that's too tedious that's totally okay and i completely understand :) thank you for reading dear, have a great day!! <3 (the post i'm talking about is post/683152127057641473)

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for the kind words! I’m so happy you like my edits and are interested in the process (truly my favorite thing to talk about)

I’m gonna number each part of the process, I tend to save a picture after I think I made significant enough changes and then continue so idk how organized this will be but I’ll happily upload a progress video of another edit if you or others are interested! Also for reference, I edit mostly in Procreate

1. Picture one is the render fresh from Blender! I immediately notice clipping issues I wanna fix and elements from the Sims that didn’t translate well into blender (like her nose and lip presets)

2. This shot is after I brought it into Photoshop and used my basic actions (topaz clean, smart sharpen, and camera raw filter). This is also where I separate the subject from the background for easy editing, and blur the background (I usually use tilt and field blur, I also added motion to this one since she’s in a bustling city)

3. I’m in Procreate now and use the start (and early motivation and excitement) to get the fixing work done. Smoothing the harsh lines of the clipping with the smudge tool and parts of her face that don’t look right with Liquify

4. The fun parts begin and I get started on drawing the hair (I also smudge the hair underneath to blend better with the hair I draw on) and begin pulling colors from her skin and drawing on top of them with a noise brush for texture. I made some adjustments to the background and the lighting as well since I was focusing on the skin and wanted the lighting just right

5. This was when the skin got FUN because I added the blushing and started really going ham on the cheek bones and her freckles. Fixed her features some more with liquify and really made sure the hair blended with the background as I drew a lot of it in myself. (At this point in the process I was both so in love with her and so fucking tired I knew I should stop before I went too far lol)

6. And then the final adjustments were made! I use Curves at the start, then I move on to using a Gradient Map to adjust contrast, and my favorite parts are using blurs and Ambient Occlusion to really make everything blend seamlessly. I love adding fog to my shots, it blends the subject with the background and really adds a more natural touch to the setting. I color the fog to match the mood, in this case a very desaturated blue. Final touch is sharpening the image and adding noise for that real picture effect I love. (Both the background and the subject get different levels of noise as well)

I don’t know for sure but I believe the time it took to finish her took about 5 hours total, and I hope this gives some insight into what I do! I’d be happy to answer any more editing questions, it’s truly my favorite part! Thank you again for reaching out and I hope you have the best day too! You definitely made mine ☺️

[crybabykiko]

could you do the nsfw alphabet for atsumu please? thank you :)

Aw shit, here we go again...

NSFW Alphabet: Miya Atsumu

gn!reader focused

A/N: She hasn’t written in awhile but you know what I’m proud of it- lol be nice to me or I’ll leave forever jk I won’t but still be nice to me ily 💕 Atsumu is a menace I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Obviously nasty below the cut so if you’re a kid fuck off

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

He’s not the best, but certainly not the worst. He will take care of you, but… only after he takes care of himself first. Usually that just means he needs to take a shower. Once he does, he’s free to supply cuddles until you both fall asleep.

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

He has abs so solid you could make a sharkcoochie board on them. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

When Atsumu cums… he cums hard. It’s like having an out of body experience- every nerve cell in his body is firing off as he tenses up, digging his nails into whatever flesh he can grab, and grinding his heels into the surface supporting him. He bites down so hard his teeth grind involuntarily as his face contorts in a strained statuesque vision. One low growl from deep in his chest comes out through gritted teeth as he sputters out mixtures of “that’s it,” and “don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The orgasm face of Atsumu Miya is one of the 7 wonders of the world.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

It’s not a secret per se, but he’s been exposed and clowned for eating ass… so he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

So contrary to popular belief, I don’t think he’s that experienced... he’s just lucky! (Lmaoooo all of his experience is based on like 2 actual people that he maybe got to second base with (he says third but come on we know he’s lying) and then a litany of porn. Poor thing just wants some coochie I AM HERE KING and he has no trouble finding it, he just never seals the deal. He’s someone who just kind of, knows what to do naturally. He’s able to read someone’s body by touch alone, and so he knows what you like right off the bat based on how you react. He might try a couple of things at the start to see what really makes you squirm, but once he’s got it... holy hell has he ever got it.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

I hate to say how easy this was- but I KNOW Atsumu is a guy who prefers doggy. I see him as a hair puller, so this is perfect for him. I also could see him being into mirrors, and this is the perfect position to make you look at what he’s doing to you, especially while he’s pulling your head back by your hair. He especially likes gripping his thumbs into the smalls of your back (he crosses his arms bc saw it in a porn once and he thinks it makes him look cool), and when he’s INTO it, he likes to smack your ass to encourage you.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

Is goofy by accident. Like will sometimes try throwing in something new with his normal dirty talk that completely throws you off. He hates when you laugh at him for it, but you find it endearing.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

I’m gonna… say something so controversial yet so bold:

What hair?

And yes I mean that. Smooth. He waxes. Monthly. No hair. (Besides like… legs and armpits… yah he doesn’t touch those) Naked mole rat dick but fuck it he’s Atsumu motherfucking Miya he can do what he wants.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

While he’s not the most... romantic in general per se, he does want to make you feel appreciated. He’s very eager to get his, but he won’t allow himself to unless you have already. It takes restraint, but he cools himself down by having you get on top, or by leaving lingering kisses anywhere he can, saying you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

When he’s away from you he loves to send you videos of himself or FaceTime you. He gets you worked up enough to join him no matter where you are. He just needs to see you, he needs you to see him stroking his cock to the thought of you- he can’t cum without you telling him to.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

I have to get this out but I KNOW he’s nasty. I imagine Atsumu as a huge dirty talker and also someone who’s into spitting. Both of those are just clear in my brain... like he would be pundinng you from behind, spit on your back, and then call you a slut all in 3 seconds flat but the way that you would cream? Ugh insanity he needs to be arrested he needs to be stopped

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Since he’s got money now- he’s a big fan of ordering Uber XLs or even just hiring a driver for a night on the town as a flex. But he especially loves telling his driver to put up the window partition while he annihilates you in the backseat. I just think he’s a fan of car sex in general- it just does it for him.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Loves to hear his name. Whether you’re moaning it or screaming it like it’s the only word you know, he’s always going to ask you who you belong to, and the answer is always Atsumu.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He totally eats ass. He’s just not gonna tell anyone bc he told Osamu ONCE and now his contact name is ASStumu and he lives in fear of that getting out.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Sloppppppyyyyyy. Loves giving ~slightly~ more than receiving, simply bc he loves the sight of seeing his spit dripping down your thighs while he goes down on you. Loves eye contact when you’re going down on him.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Though I wouldn’t say he’s super experienced, I know he’s relentless. He fucks. Literally just fucks. Not in the sense that he only treats you like a hole bc yikes, but in the sense that he just goes the speeds of fast or faster. There’s no slow with him.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

Yeah. Lots of them. Anywhere, anytime. Particularly for him, a lot of them end up being in his car, simply because you’ll be out somewhere and the mood strikes. He’ll quickly take you out to the car for a few minutes, slut you out, and then return to the function like nothing happened. You’ve had many a quickie in a bathroom or closet in a party as well. When he wants you, he wants you, so he’s not afraid to take you.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

Not as much of a risk-taker as people think. Mostly because he wants to protect you. He would hate for someone to see you in such a compromising position… but also, you’ve had your fair share of quickies in the bathrooms of various wedding receptions, so he’s lying.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can last a decent amount of time, if he spreads it out over multiple rounds. I’m general, he can probably go about 2 or 3 rounds without needing a break. More if you draw out foreplay with him. He’s a pleaser, so really how long he lasts is up to you. He’s got the power and control to hold off on is own release until he’s certain you absolutely can’t take anymore.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

One of those mfs who gets you the mold of his dick as a toy for your birthday for when he’s away because according to him “you’ll be so needy while I’m gone”

I hate him so much but I would use that shit every day he knows what he’s doing I’m so upset

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Speaking of being needy- he loves to egg you on when you are. He knows all the buttons to push, but he’ll never actually make the move until you’re begging. And of course he loves to turn that around in you, hitting you with that “god, ya just can’t get enough of me, can ya?”

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

He’s more of a talker than a moaner. Not necessarily loud in bed- but very, very vocal. Commanding of you in a good way, and will definitely show his appreciation through praise.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

Actually has a Cosmo subscription bc he likes trying all the strange and obscure sex positions in the articles. Also likes taking the quizzes, and will casually have you do them with him at breakfast.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

he’s a little on the thicker side. Its probably a good 7 inches, so it’s enough to fill you, add in the stretch of his girth and it’s a good, mild burn when he first goes in, but he fills you just enough without it being way too much. He’s a shower, so he doesn’t get much longer, but you have a lot to work with. He also has a cute freckle on his left inner thigh.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

His sex drive is on the higher end, but really only when he’s in his off season. When he’s actively playing in games, he tries to curb his appetite a bit because he believes in the superstition that sex messes with players’ stamina on the court.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

He’s gonna knock out, but not until he showers. He ALWAYS showers after. The water soothes his muscles and by the time he’s done it’s lights out.

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[kirisslut]

hii!! this is for the bnha matchup thing! okay so for appearance, I’m 5’10, I have medium length curly brown hair and brown eyes (that almost look red), rosy cheeks and freckles. I do also have a tattoo on my left forearm and a belly button piercing! My pronouns are they/them and I’m unlabelled (though I tend to tell people I’m bisexual so they don’t ask questions). I’m a sub and my kinks are choking, praise/degradation and overstim. No gos would be anything related to feet, scat, etc. Preferred nicknames would be things like love, pretty, darling (there’s also things like stinkbug & misty, but those are things close friends call me). I tend to bottle up my emotions or just completely ignore them, so much so that I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. I have ADHD, a bunch of other illnesses and hyperthyroidism (which is basically a chronic illness that can accelerate your body's metabolism, causing unintentional weight loss, a rapid or irregular heartbeat and extreme shakiness, it just fucks with your entire system lol). As for hobbies, I paint and draw! My room is filled with things I’ve made. I’m a pretty talkative person and I talk really fast when I don’t mean to, i say everything that comes to my mind even when it has nothing to do with the conversation I’m having.

I hope that’s enough info? Anyway, have a good day/evening/night jj! :)

I match you with...

Eijirou Kirishima

Explanation

Okay so I just know Eiji would think you're so pretty just based on the description you gave me and I can definitely see him calling you all those "love" and "pretty" (probably "darling" too sometimes). Your kinks match up well with what I think some of his would be and I can definitely see him helping you regarding your emotions and illnesses if you're struggling in any way. I feel like Eiji would wanna be with someone creative and you're obviously creative based on your hobbies. And this boy loves someone he can talk to for hours and hours and hours, he never gets sick of talking to you.

Drabble

"Feeling good, love?" Eijirou asked, smiling up at you as he curled his fingers inside of you. But you were too far gone to process his question. He had already made you cum on his fingers so many times, you'd lost count, "Darling? I asked a question."

When once again, you didn't answer him, he moved his other hand up your body and gripped your throat, lightly squeezing, "Hey. I asked you a question, when I ask a question, you answer. Understand, slut?" This time you nodded, and he smiled, but kept his hand wrapped around your throat.

"That's my good little slut, you close, pretty? I can feel you clamping down on me, you're so tight," Eijirou said and a few moments later you were cumming around his fingers. He smiled once again and pulled them out, holding them to your lips, "Want a taste, pretty?" You took his fingers in your mouth and licked them clean.

After you finished, he pulled them out and moved them back down to your cunt, starting to rub your clit with them, "You can cum for me again, right, love?"

Author's Note: hihi, I hope you like this!! I really like how it turned out and I hope you like it too!! Have a wonderful day <3

[ghostwise]

30 microfic challenge pt 3

Prompts taken from this post. ✨ These keep getting longer and longer, so I’ll have to post them in smaller groups... so much for ‘microfics’ lol CW: Violence in ‘darkness’ and ‘first light’. Descriptions of dissociation, and a battlefield with rubble and explosions. PS. A sincere thanks to everyone on the Discord, it’s been so fun chatting about the prompts and seeing everyone’s prompt fills!

Sleeping.

Refugio is pacing the wooden floors, frowning and loosely measuring where the beds will go. He’s looking at the room as if an extra square foot of space will materialize if he just stares at it hard enough.

When it doesn’t, he sighs, defeated.

“Bunk beds,” he decides finally.

“Fuck’s sake,” Aeran says. “I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

Refugio laughs, stepping across the room and dropping into his cot. All things considered, he’s in a good mood. He sprawls out on the thin mattress, long arms, long legs, dappled in freckles, the hem of his shirt dragging up just enough to offer a glimpse of brown skin.

A peal of thunder makes Aeran jump.

“I don’t mind,” Refugio says. “It’ll be cozy.”

But cozy is exactly what Aeran’s hoping to avoid. Thinking about it makes him nervous. The rain is persistent and distracting. Still, he comes to sit at the edge of Refugio’s cot, choosing to believe this isn’t happening.

“Cozy,” he says finally, cracking a smile. “That’s an optimistic way of putting it.”

Darkness.

The pre-dawn hours are pitch-black. He can’t see a thing, except, occasionally, the faint outline of ruined buildings lit by distant missiles.

Magic; they are no threat to him, but the shrapnel certainly hurts—he knows from experience.

He has been walking for hours, but he is almost unaware of this. Someone else must be taking each step for him. He’s not conscious of the cuts and bruises on his body, and he’s not conscious of his hunger or his thirst. He can’t think. His mind is pitch-black. He’s only conscious of the weight on his back.

Yuribia is lighter having shed the bad leg, but she is still heavy, and her wings trail behind them, covered in mud. She stopped answering him some time ago, and he can’t think about that either, dry tears and caked-on soot on his cheeks.

Another missile lights the sky, the distant explosion rumbling as it strikes its target…

Refugio hurries on, like a spooked animal, nearly losing his balance over some rubble. But he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. If they’re within missile range there must be an army outpost nearby, with mages, soldiers, and healers.

But he can’t tell where the attacks are coming from. His mind is pitch-black, he can’t see a thing…

First light.

Yuribia is quickly loading the cart: Crates and provisions stacked neatly, satchels of tea, tins full of sweet jam preserves, bundles of firewood, all wrapped up in blankets and rope. She steps around to check on the mules, making sure they’re ready to go. Oh, but they’re in a mood; it is late, and they are not used to pulling the cart at night.

Thankful for their patience, she pets Alfie and Beto’s velvety noses, promising fresh carrots after the journey. They flick their ears, displeased nonetheless. Yuribia sighs.

“Evening, ma’am.”

She looks up. It would do her no good to hide her surprise; she is, after all, a simple merchant going about her business. Of course it would stun her to be approached by soldiers.

“Evening,” she replies warily, drawing the black rebozo around her shoulders. “How can I help you kind sers?”

There are two of them. The one that greeted her shifts his weight and leans in, taking a good look at her. “Seen anything unusual tonight?”

“Unusual?” she asks, blinking up at him. “Such as?”

“A drifter in a hurry to leave, for example,” the other soldier replies. “Seditious activities. Treasonous, nefarious parties, working against our great king.” He is looking at her cart. She knows how this goes; a routine inspection, nothing to be concerned about, if you’re cooperative it’ll be over quick.

“Gods, no. Nothing like that,” she says, looking thoughtful. Then she clams up. Give them as little to work with as you can, she thinks.

“Plum jam,” the nosy soldier says with a smile. He’s pulled one of the jars from the crate. “Delicious. My grandmother used to make it every summer. Would you mind if I sampled some?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, opening the jar with a pop. Yuribia and the other soldier watch as he looks at the inside of the lid.

“Have a taste,” Yuribia says with forced cheer. “I canned it myself.”

Grimy fingered, he does. The man scoops up a generous portion of jam and licks it clean off. “Tart,” he pronounces with a grin, turning the lid back onto the jar, and Yuribia almost thinks it’s over. But then the other soldier beckons.

“Hang on,” he says, and he takes the jar. He begins to peel back the label, carefully pulling it loose. Yuribia tenses up.

Alassar steel cuts through the darkness, flashing as Refugio cuts his vocal chords. Just as quickly, Yuribia clamps a hand over the other one’s mouth and smothers her wings around him tightly, muffling his scream as she snaps his neck.

She and Refugio stand there for a moment, breathing heavily in the dark.

“Oh, shit,” Refugio says quietly.

“Help me load them onto the cart.” Yuribia spits on the one who’d eaten her jam without asking. “We’re out of here.”

They are gone by first light.

[rogue-durin-16]

OMG THANK YOU FOR YOUR ANSWER!!! 😭 Sorry I'm a bit too excited xD So hum… there is my… sheet? I don't know how to call that XD

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Gender/Pronouns: She/her

Main Flaws: I'm really shy, nervous (I think i am hypersensible) and naive

Your sexuality: (I'm not really sure myself)

Age: 22 years old!

Most defining traits: I'm really kind and gentle, supportive and… goofy when i am with my family and close friends, and I can't stop making gifts for them. It is very rare when I am sad or angry, especially angry. My family can't stop calling me "angel" because of my personnality !

Hobbies/Pastimes: I really like drawing, writing while listening music! (metal and celtic are my favorites !)

Fandom you want the matchup from : Stranger Things… 👉👈

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Appearance : I am… very small, like I'm 5'0 (or 1m53), a bit chubby. I am a chubby hobbit lol. I have short dark chocolate hair, with tinies silver strands (in natural) due to my eternal stress. I have hazel eyes, freckles on the nose and I love wearing gothic/witchy outfit.. I am calling myself a witch as a joke!

Personality Type: I made a personnality test just to be sure and it tells me that I am INFJ-T !

Pet Peeve of mine : i'm not really sure about the definition but I think everybody hate when I am apologizing too much like… that my big defaut, and I can't stop myself

Love language : I think I am open for every love language, I really love gifts, words affirmation and touch 👉👈

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Zodiac Sigh: Aquarius!

Hogwarts House : Hufflepuff (And I am proud of it!!)

Insecurities: I am pretty insecure about myself in general, I am really scared to hurt people, to make mistakes all the time, and a bit about my body sometimes. I am just scared to be not good enough for peoples.

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I am sorry If it too long or something, i am not used to matchups 😭 I hope it is okay ! Take care of you !! 😊

You're adorable. Here's your matchup ♥️

[ducktracy]

Is there a way to get more comfortable drawing things that are kinda creepy or scary? Like, cartoons tend to have grossout humor or graphic visual gags that lean a bit on the side of being kind of gorey to me. It's my dream to be in the animation industry but I'm totally skeeved out by drawing stuff like that, to the point I dunno if a paycheck would get me to do it :( you seem able to appreciate cartoons in all their forms so I was curious how you got there or if you've always been like that

THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION and i appreciate you asking!! as much as i love funny, weird and grotesque humor, i’m INCREDIBLY squeamish. i’m lucky enough that it doesn’t send me into a breakdown (because i know it can have that effect on certain people which i empathize for), but that’s usually because i’m looking away or covering my ears before anything can happen LOL. can’t do horror or gore, i’m the type to get sick if other people do, and even just today 8 hours later i can’t stop thinking about the rabbits foot one of the cats outside was gnawing on and i got to see all the lovely Rabbit Bits with. it doesn’t necessarily upset me too much, but i’m VERY squeamish and have a really active imagination. i’m also just a very emotional person in general which contributes to that a lot too

IN ANY CASE… when i get tasked with certain gross out scenes i try to turn it into a game. i LOVE rendering things and adding detail to a fault—one of my very first episodes was doing close-up paintings of moldy underwear and chewed up candles. (i’m going to show said underwear and candles so… i guess this is counterintuitive but here’s your warning for minor grossness)

i got WAY too into it, these boards are super clean and rendered and should NOT be the norm—i draw on the cleaner side to begin with and this is purely me being self indulgent, but please do not render your boards this much unless absolutely necessary, don’t take on more than you have to—but even the moldy underwear (which i just punched up from Fred Osmond’s rough boards) was changed in the final to be less disgusting LOL. but i know when i was working on it i kept thinking “oh i can add these disgusting cracks here the shading makes it pop oh i can add these freckles of green ewwwww that’s disgusting this is great”

obviously that’s not going to work for everyone, especially on the more squeamish side, but thinking of it in terms of a game and like “how can i add to this and make it funnier? how can i make this more extreme?” rather than “oh this is gross i’m drawing gross things” helps a lot. the drive to be funnier usually overwrites my squeamishness is what works in my case

i think knowing that i have to do it eventually does help too, because i can’t turn in an unfinished board with “sorry too squeamish :(“ attached HAHA. there IS definitely that motivation in there, and i like/appreciate the structure that my job gives me in general.

I REALLY DO WISH I HAD A BETTER ANSWER! everyone is different and i know “just turn it into a game” doesn’t help everyone. but i hope you know you’re NOT alone and there are plenty of other squeamish people working in the industry too HAHAHA. i’m lucky that my squeamishness is more of a minor inconvenience than anything, but i do think getting more accustomed to it overtime and the demand of the job do help!