#any feedback is always appreciated

[oozebrain]

For @terrifierclown based off an awesome prompt!!

Art x gender neutral and shy reader drabble. No dialogue is exchanged. Fluff, kissing, and love bites from your favorite clown. Small tw for blood (nothing graphic, Art just gets carried away!).

Nothing too explicit but contains suggestive themes, body worship, and smooching. Minors DNI.

His Eyes

“I could have told you then, you’d heard it all before,

And now you’re in suspense, you’ll have to wait for more.

In all those mysteries you’re taken by surprise,

You never thought to see that look was in his eyes.”

You threw your bag over on the couch and followed right along. With a deep and relieved sigh, you plop down on the cushions and stretch your arms over the back of the couch. It feels good to finally sit down after a long day and you prop your feet up on the table. You forgot to take your shoes off and you shrug it off. You were too tired from the day. Your feet and shoulders ached and all you wanted to do was bask in the solace of the dark room.

From the closet burst an entity, a sudden presence that filled the area with oppressive energy. You startled at the shadowy figure with an audible yelp, clambering for the light and switching it on. Your breath quivers at the fright but it quickly rolls over into a laugh of relief. It was just your roommate.

This is a game the two of you play, seeing who can scare the other and it was Art’s turn this time. He laughed uproariously in silence, his lips curling over his teeth in a wide mouth smile. He strode over to you with a bounce in his step before stopping short exclaiming wildly with his hands. He pointed furiously to your feet on the table and shook his head. He shooed them off theatrically until you relented and placed your feet on the ground. But he would not relent.

At first you were confused then remembered Art had a strict ‘no shoes in the house’ policy that he was enforcing just as you were enforcing he wear deodorant. Consider it his way of getting back at you. You chuckled then removed your shoes and tossed them over by the door, looking back at him reassuringly before averting your gaze to look just past him.

It was hard to look him in the face, especially his eyes. His shark-like eyes pulled every ounce of surrounding light into them and swallowed them into its great maw. Nothing could escape them, especially you. He would often stare at you, you could both feel and see it, but you could never return it.

Art tilted his head and drummed his fingers on his hips before taking a seat beside you, nearly sitting on you with his close proximity. He mirrored you, leaning back against the couch and draping his arms over the back of it. His arm rested atop yours, his much longer arms easily reaching over your shoulders. He touched your face experimentally, as though you were a curiosity.

He carefully pinched your cheek, just light enough to feel pressure before turning your face towards his. You offer him a small, shy smile, averting your eyes to the side. This intrigues him as his hand moves to your jaw. He clasps it gently, but with a commanding firmness as he pulls your face closer. With his free hand he once again trails his fingers over your face, smoothing your eyebrows, grazing your eyelids and nostrils. His finger trails down to your lips and eventually your neck.

Art wraps his fingers around your neck, admiring how easily his large hand fits around it. Something about knowing he could crush you but approached you so gently made your heart race. He did not squeeze, but merely allowed his hand to linger there, the meat of his palm pressing into your throat. He must have felt you gulp as his hand twitched slightly in response. You can feel his gaze burning intensely into your soul.

Without warning, both of his hands are on either side of your face and he is wrenching your head to look up directly at him. His expression is neutral, and there is no animosity behind his actions. Rather, he seems curious, and desperate, to get you to look at him. He gives your head a small shake of encouragement and motions for you to look upward.

Eventually you do meet his gaze but cannot maintain it for long. His eyes, obsidian glimmering orbs of Hell’s treasury, expel you. Behind their black expression there is a ever kindled fire burning furiously. There is a powerful force behind them that renders you powerless like a deer in the headlights. His gaze is too forceful to meet and withstand.

But he wants you to look at him. He shakes you again, this time parting his lips as though to speak but nothing comes out. Art tilts his head slightly down to match with you instead of forcing you, and you find yourself staring into the corner of his eye. With great effort, you meet his gaze and become entangled in it.

You cannot look away from the smoldering iris, the black sheet of cooled lava with fire brewing beneath it. Through the cracks you can see it, the fire, the passion, the molten fires of hell itself. You realize you are not breathing, nor can you. You have gone still as he commands your gaze and looks at you in a way no one ever has, or ever will.

His lips are abruptly on yours, gentle at first. He barely grazes them with his own, black makeup flecking your face as he trails his lips against your mouth, your jawline, your cheek. Gentle bites accompany his exploration as he tugs at the skin of the nape of your neck. He withdraws from the awkward, stooped position and wrenches your head upwards again, commanding your attention.

You barely looked at him before his lips met your again, this time with more ferocity. His kisses were no longer exploratory or gentle, rather they were a mashing of teeth and tongue. Your hands found his chest and clung to the smooth fabric of his suit before wrapping around him. Your dig your nails into his back, encouraging him to continue. He responds to this by kissing you more fervently, his biting becoming more feral and less experimental.

There was a sudden sharp pain in your lower lip and something warm. Art paused, body heaving with silent panting as he wiped his thumb along your lip. It was red with blood and without hesitation he sucked it off his finger before returning to your lips. The excitement emanating from him was nearly tangible.

He licked along your bottom lip and drew it into his mouth, extracting the blood from it. The act was strangely sensual. Your head was too clouded to feel revulsion and terror, and instead you gently withdraw from him to offer a small, playful kiss on the end of his nose.

You feel the corners of his mouth upturn in a smile and he reciprocates the affection. He returns to his mannerisms, kissing and biting, exploring every inch of your face, neck, and shoulders. You are what he craves, what he needs, and he finds the taste, scent, and sight of you delectable. He savors every inch, every millimeter, as he explores with his mouth and leaves a trail of hickies along your neck, physically marking you as his territory.

His arms wrap around you and pull you in closer, his hands scooping you off the couch and into his lap. He breaks the kiss to look at you once more and, blushing, you reciprocate his gaze. His eyes indicated he was hungry, ravenous, and that you are just what he wants.

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

hey all! this is an ongoing passion project of mine and it'd mean an incredible amount to me if you guys checked it out and shared it!

[deadtiredghost]

my 07 series as abstract memes:

[canisalbus]

I'm sure you get loads of these but heck I said I'd give it a shot anyway!

Your artwork is so inspiring and beautiful. I recently graduated from art school with a degree in Animation Production but I've decided I'd love to be an illustrator some day. Your work really motivates me and gets my brain juice buzzin. Keep it up!!!

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[synthwayve]

Many Laurences! Playing around with my designs for him and trying to settle on one. Please let me know which one looks best, I’m curious 👀 Color alternates of Pg 1 below the cut because indecisiveness:

[zepandovski]

trying a new style, i knew i was going to get tired trying to replicate the sonic style and was getting so stressed when i would draw the muzzles and eyes that i just stopped and went with my comfort zone... and ngl, i quite liked IUHAIFDSUA

idk about u guys, should i start drawing with this style? it was pretty fun to me doing these doodles :D

[nauti-ca]

let me shake your hand, my friend

a johnarthur malevolent playlist

[basu-shokikita]

Skwistokface fic is finally posted! I think they're a highly underrated trio so I took it upon myself to write some. Totally not inspired by my talks with friends about this concept. 🤭

It's highly explicit so check the warnings before reading!

[backfliips]

Pros: people really like my latest wyllstarion smut fanfiction and are giving it a lot of kudos

Cons: it's rapidly catching up to and will soon overtake the kudos on the serious slow burn wyllstarion novel I wrote that took me 5 months to write versus the smut fic I wrote in 4 days

[sexymanxisuma]

eyllo peeps ^-^

with the knowledge that xisuma has signed up for the next mcc and may be in more mcc events, would you peeps rather me do updates in seperate posts like i did on saturday, or would you rather i just reblog one post with new updates?

[the-agent-of-blight]

Aromanticism in Academic Papers (day 6)

Today is day 6 of my ASAW 2024 project to summarize a new academic paper focusing on aromanticism to some level each day!

Today's paper is: Sexuality, romantic orientation, and masculinity: Men as underrepresented in asexual and aromantic communities by Hannah Tessler and Canton Winer (2023) [stable link]

I'm going to be honest upfront. This paper is my favorite paper i've come across in this research process. It genuinely made me cry the first time I read it because of how well the experiences i've felt were represented and discussed in this setting.

This paper examines men as a minority group within the aro and ace communities, a claim backed up by the data from the 2020 Asexual Community Survey and 2020 Aromantic Census which respectively had 11% and 8% of their respondents be men. (women had response rates of 48% and 33%, and Other had a response rate of 41% and 60% respectively). The study's goal is to understand why this is the case.

The literature review of this paper focuses primarily on establishing how romantic and sexual attraction end up becoming gendered, with men receiving social capital from having sex with many women, while women gain status from forming a stable romantic partnership with a man. The cultural narrative of "Men want sex and women want love." is an excellent example of how different attractions become gendered. It has been hypothesized that men are often hesitant to identify as asexual because of the societal expectation of sexual voracity. In the world of romance, men are often also expected to "make the first move" and form romantic partnerships which is an important part to other masculinties.

The authors conducted several interviews with aromantic and/or asexual men to help come to an understanding of how men perform masculinity in a world focused on sex and romance. Many interviewers discussed how though men can get more leeway to deprioritize romance, aromantic men still must face "the burden of gendered expectations" that men should be "perusing" a romantic relationship. Interviewees mentioned other forms of emotionally intimate relationships such as qprs or close friendships as their preferred relationship. AroAllos face a unique issue of attempting to approach relationships that could become sexual without being percieved as a "player" or "fuckboy". To construct a hegemonic masculinity, you need (hetero)sexuality and romantic relationship formation, and for many aromantic and ace men, that is not possible.

Tessler and Winer stress that centering the aromantic and asexual spectra will significantly advance sociology around sexuality, gender, and family. I personally hope to see some future papers fulfill that charge to the academic community.

Ultimately this paper finds that men are a demographic minority in the aro ace communities, and explores themes around the interaction between the masculinity of aro/ace men and hegemonic masculinity. As Tessler and Winer put it, "Asexuality and Aromanticism both exist in tension with hegemonic masculinity. This contrasts with narratives that imply that sex is enherent to hegemonic masculnity while romance is inherent to emphasized femininity." The authors theorize that men may be less likely to become aware of aromanticism because of the gendered nature of asexual identification (since many people only hear of aromanticism as a result of learning about asexuality). So, though men can face less pressure to participate in romance, participate in romance we must to fall within hegemonic gender roles.

[link to day 7]

[sundogsandrainbows]

Of Elves And Humans: Redux, Chapter 54 &55: Heroes And Villains, Part I & II

[QUICK LINK TO THE CHAPTER UPDATE PART I AND PART II]

STORY SUMMARY: Trust is a delicate flower that needs to get nurtured and time to grow. Even more so love. A tale of two disparate Wardens forced together, of finding a way to overcome the distrust, and their own painful past in the time of the Blight. Very in-depth, character-focused exploration of the Dalish origin/warden, of all DA:O companions, and their relationship dynamics during the Fifth Blight. Follows and expands on canon events; AU in some ways. Multiple POV's, origins, and pairings. Slow burn af. 360k of Aliwarden Blight fic goodness, thus far. 2 treaties done, 1 and a half (Urn) and a lot of DLC content to go.

CHAPTERS SUMMARY: Having to wait out a snow storm in an abandoned tavern offers the Wardens and their companions a lot of opportunity for reflection of things past and present, and to reinforce old bonds while forging new ones.

Calm before the storm chapter with loads of character interactions, humor, banter and also conflicts and regrets. And yes, this is the same abandoned tavern you visit in DA:I aka, "The Rusted Horn" where they found refuge from the snow storm. The plot of Crestwood will also have relevance in the chapter, however briefly. But imo it fitted better in here with the Blight fresh and ongoing than to let no one find out what really happened to the refugees for ten frikkin years, ugh. Enjoy?

READ IT HERE || [OR READ FROM THE BEGINNING]

[leejeongz]

Maybe don’t write for a group where you don’t see them all in that way then because is sooo obvious 😭

maybe don’t read them then 😟

[junkissed]

Oh my god, I don't even have the words to describe how I feel after reading your latest fic.

Just the setting and the ambiance of the beginning and then the reader being not a big big party person. (By the way, was the party organized by Jackson or not???) (sorry....) And then they go to the beach and they just... They fall right into JUUUNNN???? Where can this happen to me too??? I wanna know

Then, just like always your smutty parts are the best. You just have a way of telling them that makes the reader really visualize it. Or even feel it?? (if that makes sense) Like I don't know if this makes a lot of sense but it was just so fluffy in a way. They didn't even need to exchange words for the most part (they only spoke for consent I think) like if they did understant each other perfectly even thought they just met and AAAAAAAAH I stop here okay And even after that !!! The aftercare I just.... My stomach made full loops at how soft and gentle that was. I swear I don't know how you do that but reading your fics is always something that gives me butterfliessss (Sorry it sounds a bit cliché but... It's true...).

But... when they needed to part ways, I was kind of sad... I did a total change of mood in 10 seconds. AND THEN the end ???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THEY FINALLY EXCHANGE NAMES !!!! (yes, i did scream in hapiness at that)

And hum... I'm going to stop here because I could continue to ramble about how much I loved this and how much I just adore your way of writing things. Sorry if I spoke too much... I was really looking forward to your new fic and you really didn't disappoint !

I hope you have a really good day and sorry again for rambling too much. Sending you lots of love and support !!!

no i appreciate you so so much thank you for rambling!!! if nobody ever sent asks like these then i would never know how ppl felt 😭 it really means sooo much and it makes me want to keep writing for the lovely ppl like you who let me know you liked reading my work💗

honestly the reason why i didn't have them speak very much during the smut was because they didn't know each others' names and i didn't know how to write it without mentioning names nsdhfksj lmao. but i'm so happy you enjoyed that part!! the smut is the hardest part for me to write because i feel like it gets too repetitive and i run out of ways to describe it so i end up cutting it short :/

also, the bachelorette party was hosted by mingyu & his bride so technically not jackson butttt... that doesn't mean he wasn't invited 🫢 that's open to interpretation hehe

(also i posted another little blurb about what happens after the end of the fic, if you wanna read it's here :))

[taegularities]

…about cmi10 :')