#anyways i sleep again now I got things to do and I got things to write and I got ocs to draw for a a thingy I'm writing

[chaoticwriting]

YOU ARE MARRIED??!!

-Wayne Manor, Gotham-

Cass is not having a good time. From the Arkham breakout last week all the way to losing a bet with his siblings on who is going to attend the gala with Bruce. And now this annoying lady kept asking her about her preference in men or something. And Bruce can't help her since he is being occupied by those rich assholes about investment or stuff.

Vicky: So, Miss Wayne. Is it true that you have a secret boyfriend?

Cass: No.

Vicky: Then how about that pict-

Cass: I'm already married.

Vicky blue screened as Cass finished her sentence. Cass takes the chance and slips away from her before she starts barraging her with questions. Revealing that she is married may not be the smartest thing she has done but she is very annoyed at people who keep asking her about her secret significant other. If they want to ask, at least use the proper term.

Just as Cass reaches the hallway, she is scooped up by two strong arms and is carried away to the Batcave. Cass looks to her side to see Dick and Jason both holding one of her arms each and looking very pissed. Well, Dick looks very pissed. Jason looks like he is having fun. Cass doesn't struggle and just lets her brothers carry her to the Batcave to have the talk.

They put Cass on the couch and proceed to guard the exit of the cave on the off chance that she decides to escape. Not that she would because she and her husband have been thinking of breaking the news to their respective family for awhile now.

She waited for a few hours while playing on her phone. Her main phone. Not the one she used to contact her husband since this family has a lot of competent hackers. She knows that being married is like a big deal. But she doesn't expect it to be such a big deal.

When she says everyone is here, she means everyone. From all his close family all the way to Selina (Bruce's fiancee), Roy (Jason's boyfriend), Kori (Dick's wife), Kon (Tim's boyfriend), Jon (Damian's bff) and even Harley and Ivy is here. She is also pretty sure that Clark is listening from somewhere but it's not like she is trying to keep it a secret anymore, so the more people there are the less she needs to explain.

Harper: So what are we here again? I would rather be home to polish my new gun than in this cave.

Dick: Since everyone is here, I would like to apologize for calling all of you in such short notice.

A murmur ranging from 'it's fine' all the way to 'I want to sleep' sounded in the room.

Dick: Anyway, let's get to the main topic shall we. For starters, I would like to say that none of us wishes to control who you dated nor who you choose to be your partner.

Some more murmurs sounded in the room.

Dick: HOWEVER! We would really appreciate it if you wish to marry someone, at least notify one of us since being married is a big deal.

More murmurs sounded as all of them have a rough idea on what the topic going to be.

Dick: So, the person in question, would you like to explain yourself?

A spotlight lights up on top of Cass, directing all the people's attention to her. She doesn't even know there is a spotlight installed in the cave.Cass stands up and looks at the crowd. She replies, "No."

Everyone is stunned by her reply. They expect many types of replies but no is certainly not one of them.

Tim: Fuck you mean no?

Alfred: I would prefer this conversation to remain civil and proper please master Timothy. I would also like to express my extreme displeasure at the fact that I am not notified by your marriage Mistress Cassandra.

Cass goes still at Alfred's sentence. Okay, shit is really serious. As much as she loves messing with them, she would rather not have her food burnt on the inside. (No one knows how Alfred manages to do that.)

Cass: Ehem, I'm just messing with you. It is a long story but to make it short, my husband and I met when we were in Hong Kong. We met after he got roped in one of the gangs that I was busting. After we met and a little misunderstanding, he helped me to dismantle the underground drug labs across Hong Kong.

Tim: So he is also a vigilante?

Cass: Ex-vigilante. He has a daughter now so he is taking care of her.

Dick: You get pregnant?!! How? When?

Cass: I did not get pregnant. But she is technically my daughter.

Jason: Like how Lian is with me?

Cass: No. Biological daughter.

Kon: Umm, guys. I think Bruce needs to rest a little. His heart has been beating a little too fast for even him.

Dick and and Tim are closest to Bruce realizing that Bruce's face has been impossibly pale for quite a while now. They take him to an empty couch and let him lay there and rest for a while. Everyone's reactions range from amused to straight up concerned that Bruce's career as Batman might get cut short today.

It takes a while but as soon as Bruce is fine, they continue another round of questions and answers.

Bruce: How long have you been married?

Cass: Next week is our 3rd anniversary.

Duke: Wait. Didn't you plan to go to Hong Kong for some time next week? You even ask me to cover your patrol because you say you need to go somewhere.

Cass: I don't lie. I missed last year's anniversary since there was an Arkham breakout at the time.

Duke: Dude, still not cool. You are going on a date with your husband while I need to spend hours running on top of buildings around Gotham. So not fair.

Jason: Was the present you asked me to send last year also was for your husband?

Cass: Yes.

Jason: I've been your middle man all this time and I don't even know.

Barbara: I found it! This is the registration for marriage between Cassie Cain and Daniel Fenton. You used a fake name?

Cass: Yes. You will know otherwise.

Bruce: Why do you hide it?

Cass: I'm not sure all of you are gonna like him and vice versa.

Dick: Is he a bad person? I will kill him if he treats you badly.

Cass: No. He doesn't trust all of you at first.

Steph: And why is that?

Cass: He thinks the Justice League is working with the government. So by extension, all of you are associates of government to him.

Steph: Why is he running away from the government? Is he a criminal?

Barbara: No. He doesn't have any criminal records in his name. Except for the fact that he is practically nonexistent before he is 18, there is nothing wrong with him.

Tim: Is it a forged identity then?

Cass: No. The government wiped away his records.

Dick: What? Why?

Cass: I don't know.

Damian: I expect you to at least do a background check on someone before marrying them, Cain.

Dick: Did you get married with someone you barely know? Do you understand how dangerous that is? What if he just dipped you after you got married?

Cass: *Rolls her eyes* He isn't a bad person. I make sure of that at least. I know he is some sort of meta tho-

A green portal suddenly appears out of thin air making everyone be on guard except Cass. She expects Danny to come out of the portal to greet her but what comes out baffled her.

A young girl that looks a little like Cass riding on a big wolf comes out of the portal swiftly towards Cass. Everyone is just about to shoot their weapons when the girl's word shock them.

???:Mama!

Everyone: Mama?!!

[beesandwasps]

When I got to be a senior at St. Leon’s College, I was given my very own studio. It was a tiny room in a creaky old wooden shedlike building. Here I was to work on my senior project, a series of woodblock prints. I found, left behind by previous inhabitants, a dangerous electric percolator and a squawky old radio. I loved having a studio of my own, and spent most of my time there. I���d arrive at ten or eleven at night and stay till dawn, chiseling away at my woodblocks, swilling black coffee, and listening to the all-night hillbilly station. At sunrise I’d stroll to my room, where I would sleep until lunchtime. I had signed up only for classes that met in the afternoon, and I had time in the evening to socialize and study before retiring to my little workshop. The rest of the college would be sleeping when I was at work, and I had no distractions. I was getting a lot accomplished. It was an ideal routing, and I was happy. It was during this period that the President of the United States was assassinated. Today, documentaries and news retrospectives emphasize the shock and grief felt by the nation — but I also remember the fear and confusion that closely followed the event. At first it was unclear whether or not the assassination was part of a coup or insurrection. News reports were vague and fragmentary. There was speculation as to whether our country’s enemies might not take advantage of the confusion of the moment and attack us. I hovered near the radio and learned of the capture of Oswald and later of his murder before the news cameras. Lyndon Johnson had been sworn in as President. Harry S. Truman flew to Washington, and from the airport, broadcast a statement assuring the country that the orderly succession of government was intact. It was two or three days before the feeling of panic and uncertainty died down. And the whole time, I was listening — while carving away at woodblocks, because there was nothing else to do. I was realizing that events can become ugly with a terrifying suddenness — and that I, personally, had nothing to contribute in times like these. There were advisors in Southeast Asia. There was a wall in Berlin. We had nearly had a nuclear war over missiles in Cuba. People were being fire-hosed and police-dogged in the South. Now someone had knocked off the First Citizen of the Republican — and I was learning to do what? I was learning to make things for rich people to decorate their apartments with. I felt useless and stupid. As the assassination hysteria subsided, I continued to come to the studio, but it seemed to me an empty exercise. Worse, a mockery. In times like these, the last thing needed was a little more art. Then, one 2:00 A.M., a fellow student dropped in to see me. Jerry Schwartz was his name. I knew him by sight, but had never spoken with him. He had something to tell me. It seemed Schwartz had gone through a period of living the life of a swine. He had been in the habit of coming home drunk at approximately the same time every morning. And every morning, he’d see the light in my studio, and through the window, me, doing… he didn’t know what, but there I was doing it. He felt that here was at least one person doing something probably constructive — anyway, functioning. It somehow meant to him that there was hope for him too. In the parlance of Alcoholics Anonymous, the image of the light in my studio window had become his higher power, had kept him from despairing, motivated him to try to straighten out — and, as he told it, may have prevented his taking his own life. I thought he was probably exaggerating, but I couldn’t take the chance. Now I had to show up every night, and work on my woodcuts in order not to let down this formerly miserable Schwartz. I didn’t see Schwartz again, but I finished out the year and got my degree. And gradually I became convinced that the best way I could address the big evils of the big world would be to keep chipping away and something comparatively small.

— Daniel M. Pinkwater (from Chicago Days, Hoboken Nights)

[steveseddie]

helping hand

written for round one of @steddiebingo and the 12 days of Christmas mini-event | prompts: help & thigh fucking | rating: e | wc: 2,1k | no cw | tags: eddie lives, sharing a bed, hand jobs, thigh fucking, cuddling

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According to Wayne, Eddie can sleep through anything.

It’s why he was late to school pretty much every day. That and the fact that he didn’t give a shit about it– but mostly because he always slept through his alarm clock.

But the thing is that to sleep through anything he needs to be asleep to begin with. And right now he can’t fall asleep because Steve hasn’t stopped tossing and turning in the past hour.

When Eddie comes close to falling asleep for what feels like the hundredth time only for Steve to twist around again, he can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh.

Steve freezes as he’s fixing the blanket around him. “Um, did I wake you?” he asks in a tiny voice.

“I’d have to be asleep for you to wake me up, big boy.”

Running his hands down his face, Steve groans. “Shit, sorry, man.”

“‘S fine, Stevie.” He gives Steve a sidelong glance. Thanks to the moonlight filtering through the window he can see that he’s frowning. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just– Can’t sleep.”

“I got that much, dude,” Eddie says with a snort. He hesitates, biting his lip nervously. “Um, is it because of me?”

It might’ve been Steve who suggested they shared his bed tonight, but maybe he changed his mind or maybe he only did it because he was trying to be polite and he expected Eddie to turn down the offer–

Steve frantically shakes his head. “No! No–”

Eddie isn’t convinced. “Are you sure? Because I can go–”

“No,” Steve says, more firmly this time. “Eddie, I promise, I’m just restless, s’all.”

Eddie relaxes. “Okay, yeah, I get that. It happens to me a lot, especially after– you know.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs in sympathy. “So what do you do? When it happens?”

“Uh–” Eddie hesitates, a little worried that answering truthfully might make sharing a bed a bit awkward. Oh fuck it, he thinks. It was Steve who asked. “I usually just– you know, jerk off.”

Steve inhales sharply. He lets out a tiny, “Oh.”

And there’s the awkwardness.

Before Eddie can offer to take the couch again, Steve asks, “Does that, um– does that work for you?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Oh, like a charm. Makes me sleep like a baby.”

“I could use some of that,” Steve sighs longingly.

Eddie agrees– he’s noticed the black smudges under Steve’s eyes. “Well, I could, uh– go to the bathroom for a while if you want to–”

Steve sputters. “I’m not gonna ask you to go to the bathroom so I can jerk off!”

“Fine, then you can go to the bathroom. I’ll cover my ears, I promise,” Eddie says, trying to act casual but the truth is that if Steve actually took him up on the offer, Eddie’s brain would melt out of his ears just from knowing Steve is jerking off in the next room.

“Jesus, how loud do you think I am, man?” Steve asks with an incredulous laugh.

Eddie shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know, it’s not like I’ve given it much thought.” He has given it plenty of thought actually but Steve doesn’t need to know that. “Just trying to be helpful here, Stevie.”

“There’s something else you could do if you want to help,” Steve whispers after a short silence. He sounds strangely shy, nervous. He can’t possibly mean–

“Steve,” Eddie says, trying to keep his voice leveled. “Are you asking me to get you off?”

There’s a short moment where Steve doesn’t say anything and Eddie worries that he just made things even more awkward by assuming that’s what he meant, but before he can spiral he hears Steve’s soft reply. “Maybe.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck?” Eddie mutters out loud though mostly to himself but Steve hears it anyway and lets out a panicked yelp.

“Christ, you know what? That was stupid.”

“Steve–”

But Steve ignores him, rolling on his side, away from Eddie, and as far as he can without falling off the bed. “Forget I said anything, you don’t have to–”

“I want to!” Eddie blurts out, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Uh, if– if it will help you.”

“Eddie, I can’t ask you to do that,” Steve says, still facing away from Eddie.

“I’m offering,” he says. This isn’t the kind of thing that happens to him and it definitely won’t be happening twice but he wants it– God, does he want it– so he moves closer, putting his hand on Steve’s waist, hearing his sharp intake of breath. “Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Steve’s entire body shudders. “Okay,” he breathes out. “Please, Eddie.”

Oh, shit.

Just the thought of doing this is enough to make Eddie’s blood rush downward, making his dick half hard so he’s careful to keep his hips angled away from Steve’s back as he scoots closer to him, moving his hand from Steve’s waist to his lower stomach, feeling his skin erupt in goosebumps beneath his touch.

“I got you, Stevie,” he whispers, fingers moving down, playing with Steve’s happy trail. He’s already panting and Eddie still hasn’t even touched him.

Jesus fucking Christ, he needs to touch him.

He slides his hand lower until his knuckles bump against Steve’s cock over his boxers. “You’re already half hard, sweetheart? Is this what was actually keeping you up?”

Steve lets out a low moan. He didn’t ask Eddie for a running commentary, just a helping hand, but Eddie can’t stop himself. He’s a loud guy through and through, so unless Steve tells him to shut up, he’ll keep running his mouth. Steve seems to be into it anyway.

He lazily strokes Steve’s cock over his boxers to get him to full hardness. Fuck, he’s big, Eddie thinks. He can’t wait to feel Steve’s hot skin–

“Can I touch you?” Eddie whispers into his ear.

“Yes, yeah,” Steve agrees quickly.

So Eddie slips his hand inside Steve’s boxers, sighing happily when he wraps his fingers around his hard length.

The touch makes Steve throw his head back with a groan, almost smashing it against Eddie’s nose. Thankfully he doesn’t, even though not even a bloody nose would make Eddie give up the chance to get Steve off.

However he does prop himself up with the arm he isn’t using to touch Steve so his head rests against Eddie’s shoulder so as to not risk an injury– and because it allows him to peer over Steve’s shoulder and watch how his hand looks wrapped around his cock.

And God the sight gets Eddie to full hardness, making his mouth water.

He starts stroking him slowly, gathering the precum from the tip and smearing it down and around Steve’s cock but it’s not enough.

When he lets go entirely, Steve whines, hips thrusting forward, chasing after Eddie’s touch.

Eddie shushes him gently. “‘M not going anywhere, sweetheart. Here, spit,” he says, holding his hand close to Steve’s mouth. He does as he’s told without hesitation. Eddie can’t stop himself from kissing Steve’s nape. “Good boy.”

“Oh, G-god,” Steve moans brokenly. It trails off into a high-pitched whine when Eddie wraps his hand around him again, the slide of his hand smoother now from Steve’s spit.

He pumps him loosely. “Better?”

“Y–yeah,” Steve manages, panting now.

The elastic of his boxers makes Eddie’s movements a little clumsy but Steve fixes it by jerkily shoving them down. While doing that, his ass presses back against Eddie’s front and there’s no way for him to hide that he’s fully hard in his own boxers.

But instead of shoving Eddie away or calling him out on it, Steve groans and shuffles back until Eddie’s chest presses against his back and Eddie’s cock is nestled against Steve’s now naked ass.

“Fucking– fuck,” Eddie chokes out, momentarily stopping his hand so he can get his breathing over control.

“Eddie–” Steve whines, his hips twitching and fucking his cock into Eddie’s fist. It pushes his ass back against Eddie’s crotch, which does little to help Eddie focus.

“‘M here, baby,” Eddie whispers, his teeth clamped over his lip. Steve’s hips are still moving–

But he starts stroking him again, reminding himself that this is about Steve.

“Oh God, yes,” he moans loudly.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be loud,” Eddie mutters in awe.

Steve lets out a choked laugh. “I thought– I thought you didn’t give it much– oh fuck, much thought.”

“I fucking lied,” Eddie admits with a scoff.

“I– I lied too,” Steve says, his breath coming faster when Eddie tightens his grip. “You were the reason, fuck– the reason why I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking, oh God– thinking about how I wanted to be doing this instead.”

Something hot burns in Eddie’s stomach. “Well, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.”

“Can– can I ask for something else?” Steve says shyly despite him currently grinding his ass against Eddie in an obscene way.

“Anything.”

“Fuck my thighs?” He asks, twisting his neck so he can look at Eddie, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils blown wide.

Eddie is pretty sure his brain momentarily short circuits.

When he doesn’t reply right away, Steve blindly reaches behind him, his hand connecting with Eddie’s hip. He clumsily tugs on his boxers, trying to get them off.

It snaps Eddie out of it. “Yes, yeah, fucking– yeah,” he mutters, momentarily letting go of Steve so he can shove his boxers down, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

He gives himself a few strokes– to take the edge off and to spread the precum along his length until his cock is wet and shiny.

“Come here,” Steve says and Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He shuffles closer, angling the head of his dick forward, lining it up so it slides between Steve’s thighs.

And when it does, they both moan loudly at the same time.

Eddie takes a few deep breaths then reaches for Steve’s cock. The inside of Steve’s thighs is so warm and soft and he knows he’s not gonna last long, but he’ll make sure to make Steve come.

He makes sure his grip is tighter this time, his movements faster. He times them with his own thrusts, his cock sliding wetly in and out Steve’s meaty thighs.

“You feel fucking perfect, Steve,” Eddie groans, pressing his face into Steve’s shoulder blade. The praise makes Steve whimper, his cock pulsing in Eddie’s hand. “You gonna come, sweetheart?”

Breathing coming faster, Steve manages, “Yeah– yeah. So fuckin’ close.”

“Me too, baby,” he admits. It doesn’t surprise him, he’s currently experiencing the hottest moment of his entire existence.

The closer he gets, the more his movements turn clumsier, more desperate– desperate to come, to make Steve come.

It’s when Eddie gives Steve’s shoulder a playful little bite at the same time that he twists his hand on the upstroke that Steve’s back arches and he moans loud and shaky as his cock pulses hotly into his hand.

Steve’s noises as he comes and the way his thighs tighten around Eddie’s cock are enough to bring him over the edge after only a few more thrusts and he paints Steve’s legs with cum.

They lay like that for a few seconds, catching their breath. Eddie starts to drift off, feeling tired and floaty.

“So you think you can fall asleep now?” He asks, breaking the silence.

Steve lets out a soft little giggle. “Yeah, absolutely.”

Eddie grins triumphantly. “Happy to be of service, Your Majesty,” he says with a twist of his cum-covered hand.

Steve’s nose wrinkles as his eyes land on it, but there’s a trace of fond amusement in the look he throws at Eddie over his shoulder. He grabs a handful of tissues from his nightstand and uses them to clean Eddie’s hand and himself before they both shove their boxers back on and get back under the covers.

Eddie rolls to his side. “Before you fall asleep and because I know it’ll keep me up if I don’t ask– was that like, just a hookup or do you like, like me?” He grimaces, burying his face into a pillow. “God, I sound like a twelve year old.”

Steve laughs, but not unkindly. “I like you, Eddie,” he says, and when Eddie lifts his head to look at him, Steve leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth. “Now let’s sleep and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Smiling, Eddie nods. That’s fine by him.

Steve turns around, facing away again and Eddie wraps his arm around him, burrowing his face into the back of his neck.

They’re both asleep in a matter of seconds.

[azurem]

hhhhhg inkmare with emotionless ink????

No drawing yet I'm afraid (working on an animatic currently...!) but the idea of emotionless Ink even without Inkmare is so interesting to me????

First of all, I'd assume Nightmare knows there's a state of "being" that Ink threatens to access whenever his paints dry off. A "blankness". But this kind of blankness would be particularly... morbid?? for them??? both as monsters and as beings that need not to sleep. Like. Ink usually doesn't sleep, so Nightmare wouldn't describe this state as Ink sleeping with his eyes open. Ink doesn't need to breathe, so seeing him just... being still? wouldn't ring any particular bells if not for how still and how colorless he looks.

I'd assume his first thought would be (to his horror) a state similar to death. Except that death doesn't look like that to monsters, Ink's not dust. (Also I wonder if blank Ink has any reflexes? Would his eyes follow moving figures?) maybe he's falling down? But Ink can't do that, only monsters drowning in hopelessness do that.

But then he'd go "oh yes, he's told me something about... something like this". And he, of course, would seek Ink's vials. They must be close, since Ink never takes his sash off. Are they empty? (How could Ink forget to refill them? Is there... Is the paint just... running out?) Are they full? (Is there a problem with the process of drinking it? Or, may it never be, has Ink just decided to drink them all together? What could that be, if not an act of—?) Are the vials just. Gone? Where's the sash? (Did someone steal it? Why didn't he search for help, to get back to the Doodlesphere and refill the blank of his chest? Was there something hindering him to get it?)

Anyways, the moment passes, shock is somewhat gone, silenced. Nightmare knows what to do (Ink has told him. Has he? Nightmare knows what the vials do. It makes sense for him to be able to piece it together, even if Ink never was very explicit on it). So he, of course, decides to give Ink back a piece of himself. (Ink gave him a blue vial for this purpose, after all. So even if the sash is gone he can still be recovered. Can he?) So he force feeds him paint as. Y'know. As one does. And Ink's himself again! But he's all sad and stuff cuz. Blue. Oh well. He can now get himself to the Doodlesphere.

But now Nightmare knows what Ink looks like when he's blank. And may he hate the sight as much as Ink does. Evil stuff

(i imagine that if ink got somehow stuck as an emotionless being, nightmare would actually struggle "giving him up" to the stars. Like, he knows theyd probably help him better than he could since theyre friends and they probably have magic paint somewhere cuz. Friendship idk. But also Ink is his, he just couldn't- give him up. What if he lowkey falls over and dies. What if hes wrong and they cant help him and ink's stuck there as a thing forever and theyre not with him and nightmares just failed to keep him alive and well and he cant do anything and the villagers maybe were right after all and he cant be trusted with guarding things and hes an abomination BUT HE SWEARS HE CAN SO HE COULD ALWAYS GO AND GET INK BACK AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY AND oh nvm inks back. Anyways)

[vodika-vibes]

A Choice Made

Summary: When Howzer comes to you in the middle of the night, panicked and frantic, you realize you must make a choice. Of course, the reality is that you made your choice years ago.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x F!Reader

Word Count: 764

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello and Happy New Year everyone! this is my first story of 2025, and sorry if it's not the greatest. I got a new keyboard for Christmas and it's a lot bigger than the one I was using. Anyway! I hope you all like it~

Your home is quiet again.

Howzer, your Howzer, is sleeping peacefully in the bed next to you. He looks peaceful, and you’re glad for it. When he showed up several hours ago, he had been filled with a frantic energy that, frankly, worried you.

But a hot dinner and a warm shower did wonders to settle him, at least enough that he could explain what sent him to you in such a rush.

And that is why you’re still awake. 

His words echo through your mind even now. 

“The Empire knows about you. They’ll use you as a weapon against me. We need to leave.”

You knew this was a possibility when you agreed to date him all those years ago. And you knew the threat to you would only increase when you agreed to marry him.

But things had been so peaceful, even with everything going on in the core, so you allowed yourself to believe that everything would be okay. You’ve always been good at lying to yourself.

You shift in the bed and focus your attention back on Howzer, your fingers gentle as they comb through his hair. He doesn’t even stir.

It’s a testament to just how stressed and tired he is. 

He stirs as your fingers fall to the scar on his cheek, and his pretty eyes flutter open, sleepiness vanishing in a heartbeat when he sees you sitting against the headboard.

“What’s wrong?”

And, despite the seriousness of the situation you’ve found yourself in, a smile lifts your lips. That’s your husband, always alert for any danger directed towards you. “Nothing,”

He sits up and shifts so that he’s leaning against the headboard as well, and then coaxes you into his arms. Something you’re only all too happy to do. You always feel safest when wrapped in his arms after all.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” 

“I was thinking.”

He pulls you so that you’re sitting on his lap, and one of his hands comes up to press against your cheek. Immediately you close your eyes and press your cheek against his hand, rubbing your cheek against his rough palm. 

“Are you considering staying here?” Howzer asks, his voice quiet.

“No, of course not.” You slide your arms around his neck, “My place, Howzer, is by your side. You know that.”

“I’m asking a lot from you, cyare.”

“You’re not asking anything that I won’t happily give.” You press your forehead against his, “I was thinking of the logistics of moving. About where to go and how to get there.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m going to handle everything.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to.”

“Yes. I do.”

He sounds so convinced of this, that you pull back to stare at him, “Howzer?”

“You…” he trails off, and then a small smile lifts his lips and he pulls you into a gentle kiss. “I love you, so much. You know that?”

You blink at him, “Well, I would hope so. You did marry me, after all.”

“I did. And it remains the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” Howzer replies with a small smile, “And you…you’re the daughter of the Organa Family—”

“Distantly. I’m distantly related to the Organa family—” You remind him.

He ignores you, “And you came to Ryloth in the hopes to stop slavers from kidnapping the twi’leks and you set up a center to help former slaves adjust to being free,” Howzer trails off again, his expression soft as he looks at you, “You would have been well within your rights to tell me to go to hell when I asked you out. But you didn’t. You agreed. And kept agreeing.”

“You make it sound like it was a crazy thing,” You reply.

“It was a crazy thing. And it’s even crazier that you said yes when I asked you to marry me.” Howzer says with a grin, “But I’m asking you to abandon your life’s work. So let me take care of everything. Please.”

You sigh softly, “If you insist.”

“I do.” Howzer trails his lips down your face, “Assuming, of course, you choose to come with me.”

“You silly, silly man.” You shift on his lap so you’re straddling him, and press your hands against his cheeks, “I made my choice. Years ago. You’re my choice. No matter where you lead me.”

Howzer stares at you for a moment, and then he pulls you into a deep kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Silly,” You reply against his lips, “I made that choice years ago too.”

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Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Continuation of the third date. Things get steamy - we're officially into smut territory! Eddie accidentally sleeps over and has his first Robin interaction CW: Dry humping, coming in pants Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, Rock Star Eddie, Counselor Steve, Eddie is gay, Steve is bi, slow burn, eventual smut Word Count:2,300

Chapter 7<<Masterlist>>Chapter 9

The door closes behind them and they kick off their shoes. Steve had every intention of keeping things PG again. But after this date? After bearing themselves to each other in such an intense way? And confirming that Eddie is all in? He lets his control slip a little bit.

He takes Eddie by the hand and leads him through his dark apartment into the living room. The streetlights filtering in through the window cast an orange glow around them. Steve’s hand reaches up and cups Eddie’s cheek, sparkling eyes searching each other. He leans in and brushes their lips together. 

Eddie’s hands come to rest on his hips and he pulls Steve into him while he tilts his head and deepens the kiss. Steve’s lips part to welcome that soft, searching tongue. They lick into each other’s mouths and Steve buries his hands into all that wild hair. It’s even softer than it looks. Steve shuffles Eddie back until his legs hit the couch and he gently pushes him to sit.

Steve straddles his lap and gets his hands back in that hair. He uses the leverage to tilt Eddie’s head back and kisses a line across his jaw, flicks his tongue over his pierced earlobe, gets it between his teeth and gives it a little tug. Smiles to himself at the gasp it earns him. He kisses and delicately nibbles his way down the column of Eddie’s throat, relishing in the moans that leave that perfect mouth and how he squirms beneath him. 

“Stevie…fuck that feels good…” Steve lightly drags the tip of his tongue back up to Eddie’s lips and they lock eyes before diving in. It's not so much kissing as it is mauling each other. It’s wet and sloppy and desperate and so fucking hot. Eddie’s hands are on his hips, gripping tight. With his tongue in Eddie’s mouth he tentatively rocks his hips on Eddie’s lap and yeah - there it is. They’re both hard already. 

They moan and pant as Steve continues a steady rhythm. The grip Eddie has on his hips suddenly tightens, forcing him to come to a stop. “Stevie. Honey. Wait…wait a sec.”

“Shit, sorry, do you want to stop?”

Eddie looks like he’s not sure how to answer that. After a moment he says, “I don’t, but I need to know what you want. Obviously I’m into this,” he says while he thrusts his hips up. “But I can go at your pace. You just gotta tell me what your limits are.”

Steve nods his head and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm the fuck down. He’s so worked up and Eddie looks so good underneath him, and goddamnit he’s being so respectful it makes something in his chest ache. “Limits. Right. Right uh…I’m super ok with all of this so far. Definitely not ready to have sex. I want to! Just…not yet.”

Eddie’s thumbs rub soothing circles on his sides. “Ok, thank you for telling me honey. So what can I do for you, huh? You want my hands?”

Steve feels his face flush, he can’t believe he’s about to ask for this. “Can we just keep going…just like this?” Yeah, he feels like idiot, asking to dry hump so he can come in his pants like a fucking teenager.

But Eddie just smiles at him. “Yeah sweetheart? You wanna grind on me? C’mere, lift your leg and get comfy on my thigh, ok?” Steve obeys and settles himself high up on Eddie’s thigh, wraps his arms around his neck. “There we go. Any other limits?”

“No marks. Not on my neck anyway. Don’t really want to have to explain that at work.”

“You got it. Now. Where were we?” 

Their lips meet again and it’s softer, slower. They take their time savoring each other, tongues caressing. Steve grips Eddie’s hair and rocks his hips again. Eddie helps him along, slipping his hands down to cup his ass. The feeling of his hands there, big and strong and commanding, makes Steve gasp. Eddie’s lips move down his throat, gently kissing and licking. Steve tilts his head to the side to give him better access. Eddie noses the collar of his sweater aside and attaches his mouth to the skin there. He sucks and bites and leaves his mark where it’ll be out of sight for anyone but Steve.

His hips pick up speed and Eddie looks up at him in awe. “You’re so beautiful, Steve. God, look at you.” Steve moans and pants as they lick at each other’s lips. He’s grinding faster and harder now, has the perfect pressure on his aching cock. He just needs a little bit more, he’s so close. “That’s it honey. Take what you need. Good boy.” 

Steve’s whole body seizes up and he cries out as his orgasm crashes over him. Eddie squeezes his ass as the aftershocks make him tremble. “Holy shit. Holy shit!” he pants against Eddie’s mouth. He rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder as he comes down from the high. He feels a hand move from his ass to rub slow gentle circles on his back. He feels so held, so cared for. “There you go sweetheart. That was so hot. You’re incredible.” 

Steve sits up, trying not to cringe at the mess he feels in his pants. “Oh my god, Eds. I haven’t done that since I was in fucking high school,” he laughs.

Eddie laughs with him, “No shame in that honey, I’m glad I could make you feel so good.”

“Oh shit, what about you! I’m so sorry-“

“No no, none of that! Don’t worry about me, I wanted to do that for you.”

“But you didn’t get to-“

“Steve! It’s ok! Do I look disappointed?”

He looks over Eddie’s face, and no…the man looks elated. Proud. Cheeks flushed, dimples popping, eyes sparkling. Steve leans down to place a kiss on those plump lips. “Ok, fine. Next time though, I’m not letting you get away with it!”

Eddie laughs and swats at his ass. “Whatever you say Stevie. Now, why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll get you a glass of water?”

Steve stands on shaking legs and heads to his bedroom. He rifles through his drawers and pulls out a clean pair of boxer briefs and pajama pants, and heads to the bathroom. Once he’s cleaned up and in fresh clothes, he heads back to the living room. The lamp has been turned on and Eddie is lounging on the couch. A glass of water waits on the coffee table.

“Well don’t you look cozy? Come on, drink up and get that ass over here. I want snuggles.”

The big bad rock star wants snuggles. Fucking cute. Steve gulps down the water and nudges Eddie to scoot. They lay down and Eddie spoons him, wrapping his arms around Steve like a cocoon. A content sigh leaves them both and he feels a kiss on the side of his head, right behind his ear. 

Eddie’s low rumbling voice has his skin breaking out in goosebumps. “Mmm, this is nice. Were you ok with everything? I didn’t go too far?”

He can’t help the smile that blooms on his face. “No, it was perfect. Thank you…for being so patient…for taking care of me. Nobody’s ever really done that before, ya know? Prioritized me, been selfless.”

“Well that’s a fucking shame honey. Lucky for you, I’m a giver. There’s plenty more where that came from. Besides, watching you fall apart like that? Fuck. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Steve snorts, “Yeah right!”

“I’m serious! Stevie, I get pleasure out of giving pleasure. Watching you riding my thigh, just letting go and enjoying yourself? It was so fucking sexy. The image of your face as you came is gonna be in my spank bank for the rest of my life.”

They both dissolve into giggles, and Steve turns around in Eddie’s arms to kiss those beautiful lips. They melt into each other as they share gentle kisses and whisper sweet things. Before they realize it, they’re drifting off to sleep tangled together on the couch.

Steve is suddenly woken up by pounding on his door. His living room is bright with morning sunshine, there’s a crick in his neck, and Eddie’s eyes slowly blinking open in front of him. Christ, they spent the whole night asleep on the couch. The pounding starts up again and they groan as they both sit up and stretch. Eddie’s husky morning voice asks, “What time is it? Can’t believe we fell asleep that hard.”

“No idea.” Steve looks around for his phone but can’t find it. Shit, he left it in his room when he changed last night. The pounding intensifies and then he hears Robin’s voice on the other side of the door.

“Steven Maria Harrington I swear to god, if you’re dead in there because Eddie murdered you, I’m gonna bring you back to life so I can kill you! Open up!”

Steve runs a hand through his hair and curses under his breath as he goes to the door. He barely has it unlocked before Robin is barging through looking absolutely frantic. “Robbie, what’s going on, are you ok?”

“Am I ok? Am I ok?! Steve, I’ve been calling you for the last hour! We were supposed to meet for brunch and you never showed and I texted you, but you didn’t respond and then I called you like eight times and you didn’t answer! What the fuck Dingus, you scared the shit out of me!”

Steve wraps her in a hug and apologizes. “I’m so sorry babe, I’m sorry. We fell asleep on the couch and I didn’t have my phone nearby. I’m ok. You’re ok. Just breathe, alright?”

Robin takes a shuddering breath and then pulls away quickly. “Wait, ‘we’…who’s ‘we’? Is he here?!” Before Steve can even answer, Robin is bolting into the living room. Steve chases after her and finds her with one hand in her hip, the other poking Eddie’s chest. “What exactly are your intentions with my soulmate, huh? I was worried sick that he got ax murdered or something, and then I show up to find you, here in his apartment where you clearly spent the night. Steve is the most important person in the world to me and I will not let him get hurt again. Explain!”

Steve rolls his eyes and gestures back and forth, “Eddie, this is Robin. Robin, meet Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyebrows are practically hitting the ceiling, clearly taken aback by this verbal lashing so soon after waking up. “Hey Robin, nice to finally meet you. I uh…I’m sorry for freaking you out. No nefarious intentions here! We just fell asleep after our date last night. Sorry to keep him from you.”

Robin eyes him warily but relents. “Fine. I’ll let it go, this time. But I got my eye on you, Munson.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie nods. He turns to Steve and says, “I should head out, gotta check in with Wayne.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies. “I’ll walk you out.”

Eddie waves goodbye to Robin and they head to the door. “I had an amazing time Stevie. I’ll text you later?”

“That’d be great. Maybe we can hang out this week?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie smiles. He gives Steve a lingering kiss until they hear Robin obnoxiously clear her throat. “Later Stevie.”

“By Eds.” Steve closes the door behind him and braces himself for the oncoming interrogation. “Coffee?”

Robin crosses her arms over her chest, nods, and follows Steve into the kitchen. She hops up on the counter while Steve gets the pot ready. “Alright Dingus, spill.”

Steve goes on to tell her about their date. The smash room, the trauma dumping (sparing the details since it all seemed pretty private), the food trucks, the park. Then the juicy bits. They always share their sexual escapades and probably know more about each other than they should.

“I can’t believe you humped him like a dog!” 

“Shut the fuck up, Rob! It was hot!”

“How can you even finish like that? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

“Not hard to when he activates the praise kink.”

“Oh my god, Steven! Did he call you a ‘good boy’ or something?”

Steve’s smile and blush say it all. Robin cackles in delight. 

“So…you didn’t even get a look at it?”

Steve shakes his head. “No, but I sure as hell felt it. That man’s confidence is absolutely justified,” he smirks.

“You’re such a little size queen.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Alright you little floosie, go get changed and let’s grab brunch, I’m starving.”

Steve heads to his room to change his clothes and checks his phone. Sure enough, there are 8 missed calls from Robin and a bunch of text messages, each one more frantic than the last. There’s also a couple from Eddie.

❤️Eds❤️: Hey sweetheart! 

❤️Eds❤️: Totally forgot that Gareth’s cousin took our pic last night. How do you manage to make a jumpsuit look sexy?!

❤️Eds❤️: Also found another one he took before he kicked us out. 😘

Steve smiles wide at the image of him and Eddie wrapped around each other, in the middle of a deep kiss. Is it cringy if he saves it as his Lock Screen? Fuck it. He doesn’t care.

💋Stevie💋: A little voyeuristic but cute! 

💋Stevie💋: Thanks again for last night. For everything.

💋Stevie💋: Maybe wanna come over for a movie night on Wednesday?

❤️Eds❤️: I’d love to. You pick the movie, I’ll bring the snacks!

💋Stevie💋: It’s a date! Come over around 7? Comfy clothes only

❤️Eds❤️: Yessssss 

“Dingus! C’mon!!”

Oh, right. Robin.

He pockets his phone and heads out with his bestie, butterflies in his stomach and a pep in his step.

Chapter 7<<Masterlist>>Chapter 9

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Taglist is open!

@annachronisme @mrsjellymunson @kozuuji

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

I get that you mentioned the LGBT topic is a touchy subject, but could you do something similar for BTS if that’s cool with you?

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged! Just a reminder, that I am reading the energy. Do not take this reading as fact. This does not always reflect reality. This energy can always shift as well. This does not mean they will choose this preference in real life, but I think it is fun to look at what they are energetically aligned with. I have done this on myself and some friends/family and found it fun. If you take this seriously and are triggered, that is on you, can’t help if people can’t have fun in life, reminder it isn’t that deep. At the end of the day these idols will not be affected by this reading. They have other things to worry about. Tarot does not have to always be serious. I enjoy these readings and will continue to do what I want on my blog. Okay, that's out of the way. Let’s see what I get here.

No worries, not a touchy subject for me, just saying that it was for others. I am interested what they may show energetically here.

Jin (2 of Pentacles/7 of Pentacles/3 of Pentacles/The Hierophant/King of Wands) Ya’ll I don’t know if I want to say what I am getting, so behind all these traditional ass cards, the King of Wands hid behind it, this man could be closeted, just going to say it, fuck it. Maybe that is why he seems miserable in relationships, anyway, he will most likely end up with a woman. Alleged, no facts!!!! I go with what I get. Because the 2 of pentacles gives me I will date whomever is most practical, which is a woman, so he will most likely end up with a woman. 

Suga (Knight of Wands/Wheel of Fortune/10 of Pentacles) I see a preference for men, but his true love is money and investing in his future, that is what turns him on lol That is what I feel like he is showing me. Like this knight of wands seems like more of his energy, not going to lie. I am not sure about him. It is about that money for him. He would be the type that would sleep with anyone for money, ya’ll just throw whatever I get out there. I can’t help what I get, those are the cards I got and the feeling I got from it. 

Jhope (9 of Cups/The Moon/9 Of Wands/Queen of Pentacles) Bruh, if this man didn't give me he was straight, I don’t know I would question everything I got lol Just playing. He likes women, but not sure what these first cards were. I had to ask the question again and that is when he gave me the QOP’s and I was like, more like it, yeah, my bias shows. I have strong intuition too, and he gave me straight vibes all the way. Also, this QOP's seems to be showing up for him a lot in readings, if I remember correctly, hmm.

RM (Ace of Cups/9 of Swords/9 of Pentacles) This spread makes absolutely no sense. I don’t get this. He is showing me relationships are difficult and he prefers to be single. He feels freedom alone. So, what are you telling me you asexual now? I don’t know about him.

Jimin (Knight of Cups/2 of Swords/Ace of Swords) I see men, bisexuality, uncertainty, but this knight of cups can be his energy too, once again, not really sure about him either. His energy is hard to grasp here. 

Taehyung (Page of Pentacles/Temperance/5 of Cups) I see a preference for women, maybe younger. He is showing me other things about his love life, but that will wait, until his love reading, got no time for this now.

Jungkook (Justice/Queen of Wands/7 of Swords) He prefers women, he might be sneaking around to meet one lately or want to. He seems to like the rebellious, mysterious sexy type from what I get here.

[feroluce]

So we were talking about Dan Heng reincarnating in the boothenghill server recently. I think there's a lot of wiggle room in there for how it would go, given

a) we know very little about the transmutation arcanum and how All That works and

b) Dan Feng fucked around hard and found out even harder, so anything we would have known anyway is kaput.

This is something that, apparently, has never occurred before. There's no precedent. There should never be two Vidyadhara with draconic features at the same time, but even so, we have Dan Heng and Bailu both displaying tails and horns.

tl;dr I have a permit that says I can do whatever I want!

In the case that they find out Dan Heng will no longer reincarnate the same way- with Dan Feng having successfully broken the line of the Imbibitor Lunae- I think Dan Heng would be happy about it, in a way. He'll reincarnate the same as any other Vidyadhara now, where he will be a completely different person with no memories every time. There's no more pain or expectations to inherit. Whoever comes after him will have the clean slate he'd always wanted.

The only bitterness he holds about the whole ordeal is that it means he'll be leaving Boothill alone.

And so Dan Heng holds out as long as he can, to the point that even Bailu goes before him ("Now next time you'll have to call me jiejie haha!") but eventually the time comes for a hatching rebirth, and he and Boothill make their way back to the Luofu, to Scalegorge Waterscape.

(As he gets older, as he pushes the limit of the Vidyadhara lifespan, Dan Heng gets slightly more delirious, more forgetful. One morning, Boothill wakes up to Dan Heng trying to crawl out of bed half-asleep, asking what time it is. He was supposed to get up early to help Himeko make breakfast, so he can try to save everyone's stomachs.

Himeko has been long gone for centuries.

Boothill coaxes Dan Heng back into bed with him, tells him it's alright, someone else took over breakfast duty this morning. He forgot to tell him last night. Sorry. Dan Heng settles back in, right up against a warm metal chest plate, goes back to sleep.

If he remembers any of this later when he wakes up again, he doesn't say anything. Neither does Boothill.)

Boothill knows the water isn't good for him. He stubbornly wades out as far as he can anyway.

Dan Heng kisses him goodbye, pinches his cheek, tells him to behave himself through the crack in his voice. There's not much left to say at this point, they've been saying their goodbyes for days now. Boothill cheekily makes no promises, even as he slides his own hand over Dan Heng's, cradles the flat of his palm against his face and holds it there as long as he can. Dan Heng finally disappears under the waves.

Boothill still can't cry.

One of the Pearlkeepers has to come up and chase Boothill out, how long he stands there rusting in the water.

He wouldn't tell Dan Heng about it, of course, but as the 700 year mark approached them, Boothill starting having Ideas. And he decides, as he stands there alone in the sand feeling horribly hollow like he hasn't in a long, long time, fine! Fuck it! Fine!!

Execute Operation Last Hurrah!!

Because I think Boothill should get to go out in a petty, spiteful blaze of glory! Let the man die like how he lived!!

Boothill had simmered down a bit after he killed Oswaldo Schneider, and then even moreso when he and Dan Heng got hitched. But now Dan Heng is gone. There's no one left to stick around for, or to keep him together. So Boothill just goes on an absolute bender.

He leaves everything he and Dan Heng had to charities and rebel organizations. He steals whatever he wants from the IPC and then some. He fucks over as many of their plans as he can, and as horribly as he can. He hijacks himself an entire spaceship to hide away whatever it is he's pilfered and made off with- just the things that are no use to anyone else or that he can't give away without causing too much trouble for the receiver, but he can destroy them and make sure they don't fall into the wrong hands ever again.

And then Boothill finds himself a nice cozy little spot in the captain's room, kicks back with his feet up as he sets course for the nearest sun.

He makes himself a sad little one-sided toast, with the godawful sake Dan Heng would always insist was good after you got used to it. Boothill already figures he's not gonna make it to wherever it is Dan Heng ended up. If he does, it's a sign somethin' ain't workin' right.

But oh, Hell is about to become so, so much worse for all them IPC folks down there.

See ya soon, Oswaldo! ☆

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what kind of underwear do you think Erik and Charles wear (i'm not asking this to see them half naked) ((please believe me)) (((PLEASE)))

My Personal Belief is charles is a briefs guy while erik's a trunks guy. trunks/briefs kinda couple because i can

and idk just a lil bonus or somethin. as i do.

[shakingparadigm]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TILL

[shannonsketches]

Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,

Anime:

GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)

VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!

Manga:

GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of? VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.

[sluckythewizard]

[PUT INTO PLACE, TIED DOWN AND ARRANGED, AND IS NEVER THE SAME, AGAIN.]<-listen to my favorite songs. VAMPIRES ARE WONDERFUL ARENT THEY. THE FLESH IS SO MUCH MORE DURABLE. SO MUCH STRETCHIER THAN HUMANS. THE STRESS DOESNT KILL A VAMPIRE THE SAME WAY IT DOES A HUMAN. YOU CAN TAKE THEM APART THREAD BY THREAD AND LEAVE THEM WIDE AWAKE WITHOUT WORRY OF THE BRAINMATTER SPOILING UNDER VINEGARY AGONY.

[coridallasmultipass]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST WIDDLE SNAKEY WAKEY.

I can't believe my son is 18!! I estimated a birth date for him to be about a month before I got him in fall of 2006, since he was such a widdle month-old baby sneky. I always try to get a good birthday pic of him - especially after he eats and gets the good yawns in.

Pretty soon, he'll be off to snake college, for snakes. Dunno how we're gonna afford those ssssnudent loans.

Image description below the cut:

First photo is an albino corn snake (species name: Pantherophis guttatus) peeking out from behind a fake flower on a rocky hide (a house inside the tank where reptiles can feel secure and hidden). The snake is flicking his tongue out. Only his head is visible in the photo. Caption on the photo reads: Demo's 18th birthday. August 9, 2024.

Next photo is the same snake, but in a clear, close-up, detail photo. Each scale is clearly defined. He has red eyes and pink cheeks, and pale white patterns on an off-white body. The scales on his head are shaped to follow the different planes of his face. The scales on his neck (and body, not shown) are uniform and scallop-shaped.

The next three photos are sequential. The same snake appears with his mouth barely open. Then, his mouth is wide open in a yawn. His cheeks look so smooshy. His head is shaped the way a snap hairclip opens, curved upwards, and it's funny and cute. His mouth has ridges inside, but no teeth or fangs are visible (because his teeth are too tiny to be photographed politely, and he does not have any fangs). The last photo in the sequence has the snake with his mouth still open, but the top of his head is a normal shape again as he begins to end the yawn.

[hplonesomeart]

You know I had to do my own rendition of this eventually. It’s just too good to pass up :))

Attached is just the still image version (not gif) and then some behind-the-scenes initial sketch without puzzle pattern. Also the car had a nose for some reason…glad that I went back to the actual reference material to change it because the Puzzlemobile ain’t got one <<

[b4kuch1n]

I actually for real feel like my phone's scanning quality has dropped monumentally while I was away on thing so that's a fun thing to figure out now. anyways