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[chaoticgeminate]

I posted 5,095 times in 2022

That's 4,554 more posts than 2021!

441 posts created (9%)

4,654 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@galahadwilder

@mari13606

@grogusmum

@writeforfandoms

@quicksilversquared

I tagged 2,775 of my posts in 2022

Only 46% of my posts had no tags

#queue me up - 232 posts

#fic rec - 218 posts

#pedro pascal - 210 posts

#discord bestie - 178 posts

#comment reply - 171 posts

#fic rec if 18+ - 165 posts

#ask answer - 127 posts

#art rebobble - 124 posts

#chaoticrambles - 110 posts

#chaoticwrites - 96 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#you could have easily just not sent this but whoever you are i hope you find spiders in your shoes for the rest of your life every morning

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm All Yours

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!Reader

Rating: G (Domestic fluff)

Word Count: 792

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Summary: Musings and market meandering with Javi and his amada.

Notes: Thanks to the alternate FMK post here, @lowlights had me scheme this up and I couldn't stop myself. This one is for you, Laura ���!

If you’d asked seventeen year old Javier where he saw himself in ten years his answer never would have been Colombia, working for the DEA, and if you asked twenty-seven year old Javier where he saw himself in ten years his answer wouldn’t have been happily in a relationship with the sweetest woman in the world home in Texas and retired from the DEA.

But here he was.

Somehow life had circled back for him, the world turning and taking him to another country and back, but this time he wasn’t the wild child of Laredo planning to propose to his high school sweetheart fresh out of graduation. He was older, wiser, more jaded, but also happier.

“So, I was thinking of trying to make something new tonight.” Your grin was wide but soft, full of nothing but adoration, and it was a damn miracle that you’d even crossed paths back in Bogotá.

He had stopped into a panadería for a late breakfast and you’d been there grabbing an early lunch, sight-seeing with friends on a long vacation that you’d all managed to save up for, and you’d gotten each other’s food but only found out after Javier had gotten back to the Embassy.

After that he’d run into you again, once more at the panadería, but instead of ordering the torta maria luisa again, you ordered pandebono rellano de arequipe. Hearing you order his go-to sweet had made Javier smile and come up closer, telling you to try the pandebono con bocadillo too.

The pair of you had split the filled cheese bread treats, as well as a slice of torta de café that Javier insisted on paying for, and you’d agreed to meet him at the panadería every morning for breakfast while you were in Bogotá.

Three days of just breakfast dates turned into dinner invitations, which eventually led to you back at his place in his bed, and when your time in Colombia was coming to an end Javier had a choice of his own to make.

Go to Mexico or go home to Laredo.

Javi had chosen option three.

“What were you thinking of trying, mi amada?” You smiled at his nickname, when he’d told you it meant ‘my beloved’ it had made you giggle shyly and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth as the pair of you sat together for your first dinner date with Steve and Connie in Miami.

“Coconut rice, maybe with grilled fish? Oh, and definitely ajiaco.” Javier smiled as you held the woven basket to your side, walking with you through the local Latino market together, and his hand held your left one gently while his thumb played with your engagement ring.

Javier had proposed after two years of living in Miami working for the local PD as a consult for recognizing sicaros out and about, you’d accepted without hesitating and even agreed to move to Laredo with him after his Pops called about getting bust up from the ranch and needing to slow down. Now the two of you were living at the ranch, a second home being built on the property that was larger than the little two-bedroom he’d grown up in, and your wedding was fast approaching.

“Do you know what you need?” His question made you pause and look up at him, shaking your head innocently, and Javier couldn’t help his chuckle as he shook his head and guided you toward the fruits first for the coconut.

You tried to keep up with the rapid-fire conversation between him and the abuela running the stand, commendable and even the elder woman said as much, but eventually you surrendered and began asking him things in English that he translated and clarified for you.

Coconut and guava made their way into the basket along with two bags of masarepa since he knew arepas con queso were among your favorite snacks, and Javier chuckled as you bee-lined for the vegetables.

“Mi amor.” Your endearment was soft, it was probably the most fluent thing you could say in Spanish, and it made his heart soar every time.

“Sí?”

“I think I want to learn how to make pandebono rellano de arequipe.” The gleam in your eyes as you teased him with his favorite morning sweet, aside from you, spoke of very wicked things and Javi couldn’t help the way his body reacted to the obvious come on.

You were as subtle as an eighteen wheeler when you wanted him, which was more of a turn on than anything, but looking at him like that telling him you wanted to learn how to make his favorite treat?

He hated that you still had shopping to do.

“When we get home-“

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179 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

#4

PICREW <3

Thank you for the tag @flora-screeches !

Feel free to join in here

No pressure tags:

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197 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#3

Never Really Over - Sparks Fly (i)

Pairing: Francisco Morales x Female Reader x Dieter Bravo Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI) Warnings/Possible Triggers: Vague mentions of past/present substance use (coke and alcohol), Dom/Sub elements, M/M/F, SHAMELESS smut

Word Count: 10.6K Notes: This started out as angst (which I hate to write) and then the lovely @ezrasbirdie and @wordsnwhiskey let me talk it out to them and woke up the whore brain who ended up writing this instead so now you get shameless self-indulgent smut.

Other conspirators and spectators to my whore brain at work include @pagannightwitch, @coastielaceispunk, @musings-of-a-rose, and @daddydindjarin who all requested a tag when this was finished so if you enjoyed this please thank them for their hard work in encouraging me. Also throwing a tag out for @lowlights, @iamskyereads, @mandoblowmybackout, and @javierpinme because I have NO DOUBT they were paying attention to my screaming.

I tried really hard not to use any sort of descriptions to code the reader any way other than female but if I did somewhere please let me know kindly. Not beta read at all, ya'll get this raw as hell and I'm still kind of new to writing smut so please be gentle 💙 I have not ever done, nor have the intention of doing, hard drugs and if you or a loved one or friend has a history of use and addiction problems please remember that help is out there for you both for the user and their support system and that even if it's hard and scary to confront it that at least I will be proud of you for taking steps to be the best you that you can be.

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199 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#2

Allure

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.1K Content Warnings: Thar be monsterfucking ahead (Din is an alien here), sex pollen/pheromone influence (but consensual), mentions of crazy alien biology for pointless plot and because I'm a nerd, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Notes: This is a birthday request/gift to @hardc0rehaylz! Hope you enjoy, birthday girl 💙 Reader has the nickname "Miss Fortune" but I tried to avoid any other descriptors.

Something was wrong with you.

For the past week you’d begun waking up overheated, sheets stained from sweat and messy drenched underwear, and you’d wondered if you were having some really good dreams that you just weren’t remembering but never had it been a week straight consistently. The only saving grace was that your new traveling companions, Mando and Grogu, were in the crew bunks while you had your soundproofed Captain’s quarters.

You couldn’t begin to imagine the quick death you’d be given for potentially “corrupting” the child.

Taking on the armored bounty hunter and his green pollywog as a crew hadn’t been in your plans but he had promised good pay and Peli was able to modify the star fighter port on your ship to fit his N-1 without an issue. A scrapper and a bounty hunter, the pair of you were definitely something and as much as his quiet demeanor had been kind of off-putting at the start you’d gotten to know his body language pretty well.

The kid was cute too, so that was always a plus.

You let out the softest sound of annoyance before getting up, taking the coldest shower you could since you were set to land today and drop off some of the higher value scrap stored in the hull. It would have been nice to be able to take care of yourself but that just wasn’t in the cards, instead you willed that ache away as best you could under the ice cold spray. A fresh two-piece flightsuit was thrown on over your compression leggings and thermal top –it wasn’t exactly warm in space, even with environmental controls- and after tugging on your boots you made your way toward the bridge.

You noticed Mando and Grogu sitting in the lounge area, the pollywog was playing with that little metal ball you saw him with constantly while the armored hunter was looking over your spare datapad with electronic schematics in it. His old ship was pre-Empire so he struggled with some of the repairs on yours, his way of chipping in was to handle minor fixes for you since he’d paid to install a mobile carbonite unit, so he’d been determined to learn what he could.

But watching him sit up straighter, the way his shoulders practically jumped, made you pause. His helmet turned slowly toward you and it almost came across as a bashful gesture.

“Mando? You okay there?” His shoulders drooped as he nodded and you decided to ignore his weird behavior, since there was no chance in the Maker that he’d ever actually tell you what was wrong with him. Instead you hit the bridge and double checked the coordinates and autopilot settings, your astromech was in the process of repairs and waiting for you back at the Guild headquarters so everything was manual for now, and Mando was lucky that he could do the calculations in his head after nearly destroying Belt.

You sat down in your seat and smiled when you heard Mando’s heavy steps take the gunners chair, he’d deferred to your flying after a particularly nasty dogfight you’d won while soaring through an asteroid field. With you in the pilot’s seat and him in the gunner chair no other scrappers or smugglers had been able to bully Lady Luck away from a haul again. Added to the repairs and modifications Mando helped fund, after you were introduced to the stubborn and charming –in her own way- Peli Motto, your light freighter was a bounty hunter and scrapper’s dream.

Neither of you spoke as you navigated through the energy barricades, landing in your designated dock at the spaceport, and you waved to a few of the usual attendants after opening the cargo doors so they could begin unloading. Jaxom waved at you and an amused smile crossed the Toydarian’s face as Mando walked just behind you, very close to your back, but your eyes landed on the numerous Jawa convoys that were here to buy up what they could.

The little scavengers weren’t unusual here but they were known to try and steal right out of fresh drops, luckily for you the loading and unloading crews weren’t amateurs.

“Welcome back, Miss Fortune, I already see several high credit items being unloaded as we speak and am quite eager to see what you might’ve brought home.” You shrugged Jaxom’s arm off your shoulder and playfully punched the Guild Coordinator in the arm. His flirting wasn’t anything serious but you still discouraged it where you could, you did not want to give him the idea that you’d ever accept his company.

“Hands to yourself Jax, I know where them mitts of yours have been.”

“You wound me, but I suppose you’re right, I keep telling you not to assume the Hutts aren’t good lovers.”

“Yuck, no fuckin’ way you disgusting slug licker. Is Belt repaired yet?” You nearly buckled at the sudden touch of Mando’s gloved hand on your lower back as he moved beside you, the heat that shot through your body almost made you fall into him, and your everything responded enthusiastically to the contact. Jaxom looked between the two of you and his hands rose in a placating gesture before he stepped aside to go count up your haul, leaving you to head into the workshop where Belt greeted you with a cheerful chime.

The entire walk you had Mando’s hand on you, the heat of it practically radiating through his glove, and as much as you wanted to him ask why he was doing that your tongue had felt like it was swollen and you were almost wondering if anyone could see the effect it had on you.

Belt chimed and the BB-2 unit rolled over toward you with a cheerful little cry, you crouched down and immediately hugged him close. With Mando’s hand off your back there was just enough of a sharpness that returned to you, something was definitely wrong but you couldn’t run a health scan quite yet.

“Belt, look at you, lookin’ real good now. Mando promised not to try and shoot you again, okay? So if he tries anything let me know right away.” The droid hummed and its head shifted to look up into the dark visor, then back to you, before Belt chirped and whistled in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile when Grogu whined and reached for the droid, he’d devloped a quick attachment after all, but it was even cuter as Mando set the child on Belt’s dome head and the droid rolled after the armored hunter with Grogu on him.

You bit your cheek to avoid laughing and waved to Grogu, heading for the cantina for a drink and to meet with Jaxom for your pay as Belt followed Mando back onto Lady Luck. The fact that getting distance from Mando made that strange heat burning under your skin dissipate a little didn’t really clock you as strange, even though it should have, and Jaxom watched the door as you walked in as if waiting for the bounty hunter to follow.

After being grilled about when you’d started sleeping with the tin can –which you hadn’t, even if you wanted to- Jaxom finally paid you and sent you on your way. Mando had two bounties on planets nearby so once refueling was done you were set to leave, your steps were light and you were ready to just lock yourself back in your room for some relief when you stepped into the hull and were nearly bowled over by the sharp spicy musk that practically permeated everything. Your knees trembled and you did go down, after the hull doors closed at least, while you struggled to breathe past the thick air.

Heavy footsteps made you look up and Mando uttered a soft curse, scooping you up with one arm as the other rested just below your ass like a seat as he pressed you against his body and hurried toward your cabin.

“Mando?”

You had a thousand and one questions but your tongue refused to work, everything was starting to feel fuzzy, and Mando continued to utter curses as he set you into your bunk and disappeared. The thick air seemed to follow him, your room suddenly felt too small and your skin was too hot, hurriedly you began to fumble with your flight suit to just get it off. It was like you couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, everything was too tight and your clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable.

“Easy, hey, wait-“

Mando’s return was quiet and the door closed behind him, his hands stilling your movements, and that helmet was practically burning through you.

“You’re okay, it’s not- it’s me, this is my fault.”

“What is it?”

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263 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just The Way You Are

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI) Word Count: 4.2k Contains: SMUT AHEAD, tummy worship, dick piercings, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it up in real life) Notes: This is a very late birthday present for the lovely Ash (@mandoblowmybackout) so I hope you like it, love!

Somehow you weren’t surprised to find that your living room was upended, the couch and loveseat shoved as far back as they could be while Dieter held his body in a wobbly tree pose, and you took a long moment to just watch him from the entry hall of your apartment. His usual “athletic attire” of baggy sleep pants and a tee shirt were traded out for gym shorts and a tank top, they were definitely new since you didn’t recognize them, and you admired the way the purple fabric looked against his skin as Dieter struggled to keep his balance.

The television volume was low enough that he should have heard you come in, meaning he was either aware and just not paying attention or Dieter had truly gotten absorbed into the yoga program, so you went about unpacking your empty lunch containers to be washed and get yourself out of the now dry sweaty clothes you’d been wearing all day. Slipping into the shower, wanting to clean off the dried sweat and be able to relax, you couldn’t help but sigh as you let the hot water beat against your skin and work to relax your sore muscles.

Lingering in the shower, even after you were clean, you couldn’t help but hum as you stretched your own limbs to work out as much of the lingering discomfort as you could. Lugging around boxes upon boxes of heavy parts at work, since it was an inventory counting day, had left your arms feeling like noodles and your legs burned from the ache of all the lifting and walking you’d done.

Out of all the celebrities you’d ever met on a movie set Dieter was the only one who looked at you the same way he looked at every other person, he had asked if you wanted to have sex with him and despite your refusal he’d been kind. That kindness had sparked a horrendous crush; one that you’d never expected anything to come out of since he was an Oscar winner and had a history dating celebrities and fucking underwear models.

Someone like you was not even close to being on his radar, but you’d somehow managed to become his friend over the course of shooting and now Dieter spent a lot of time crashing at your place rather than his home in Beverly Hills, and all the proximity was doing was making it hard to deny that you truly had feelings for him. One of your hands skated up to circle your nipple and the other slid down to run along your folds in a teasing way, you’d seen him in a wide variety of comfortable loungewear before but something about his purple shorts and white tank-top did it for you.

“F-fuck.” The word slipped out before you could bite your lip, imagining that it was Dieter’s careful touch instead of yours, and when you circled your clit with a breathy exhale you knew that you’d have to rush when you heard the drag of the furniture through the door. You worked your body with precision, letting your mind wander to the idea of Dieter coming into the bathroom unannounced and joining you, so when you did manage to finally come it was on the edge of unsatisfying but still took enough of the tension off.

It was just in time as a knock sounded on the door.

“Gonna use all the hot water in there?”

“Piss off, it’s my apartment.”

Your reply earned a laugh and you snorted softly as you turned everything off and got out, after a quick rinse of course, and throwing on your loungewear before daring to exit the bathroom. Dieter studied you as you stepped out into the living room, which he’d put back to rights for you, and as you grabbed one of your books from your reading stack he headed for the bathroom next.

One of the best things about your apartment was the double casement window you’d turned into a reading nook, building a thickly padded bench with shelves for books beneath and between two taller bookshelves that framed the window which you could lean against and LED lights were fastened into the front of the shelves and softened by a shaded resin cover so that you always had light to read if you needed it.

While your window did open to your balcony the outdoor space was not protected that well from the elements, so on rainy days you could still enjoy the fresh air without risking getting drenched by cracking your casement windows open just a little.

You were pretty far into your book when Dieter nudged you and gestured to your breakfast bar -which was where you ate since you didn’t need a dining table- where he had set up dinner. The mess piled by your sink made you glance at him; he didn’t like cooking so the fact that he had made dinner was enough to have you wondering if you’d done something or he’d gotten some big role. Dieter had gone for vegan tacos, his distrust of wireless technology had spiraled into an almost comedic distrust of heavily processed foods.

“Thank you for making dinner.” Dieter blinked and hurried to swallow the mouthful of food he’d taken, you couldn’t help but wince given that he’d hardly even chewed it.

“If I’d left it to you then something tells me we’d end up getting take-out.” The jab was playful so you didn’t take offense to it, mostly because he was right, and you couldn’t help but nudge him before beginning to eat. The pair of you watched some YouTube videos from his iPad together as you ate, laughing over professionals critiquing life hack videos related to their field, and you even mentioned a few of your embarrassing stories about needing to learn to fix things when you first moved out.

By the time you were both cleaning up the dishes your ribs hurt from laughing, your cheeks ached from smiling, and Dieter was red in the face. It was so easy to be around him, even with his occasional drug use the man had never hurt you or scared you, and especially moments like these you knew why you’d developed a crush on him. It didn’t help that he liked to lounge around shirtless in a bathrobe and shorts, like he was doing now, for some reason his arms were the parts of himself he wasn’t entirely keen on showing.

Dieter dried off the last pot and put it away, wiping your counter down with a Clorox wipe, and you couldn’t help but notice that he had a new tattoo on his hand that you didn’t recognize.

“Dee?”

It was four little spines with a date in the middle and bands making a circle between the spines, he followed your gaze and finally looked up at you.

“I uh, that’s when I decided to go clean.” He showed you the NA Google search result and your eyes misted over before you could stop yourself.

“That was six weeks ago- I’m so proud of you Dee.” His lips lifted into a smile and the hug he gave you as you squeezed him tightly made your skin tingle, you’d always believed he could –and would- be able to beat his addiction with the right motivation and drive. You wanted to ask why, what happened that he decided enough was enough, but you also didn’t want to keep talking about it since you could tell he was uncomfortable thinking about his goal to get better.

The inconsistent yoga times made sense now, he’d started about six weeks ago, it was a way for him to do something else whenever he got the urge to use.

“Thanks, I- I appreciate you more than you know.” His voice caught and you stepped back to look up at him, wondering if something was wrong, but the expression on his face was all softness. He leaned down and kissed you, before you could ask him if he was okay, and the touch of his lips on yours sent chills from the back of your neck down to your toes.

When you leaned closer, when you let yourself surrender to the affection that you’d only dreamed of, was when Dieter pulled you closer and kissed you like he wouldn’t be able to breathe otherwise. It was intense, desperate, and you were swept up in his mouth on yours. Hands burrowed into hair and his curls were soft between your fingers as he gripped you tight enough that it felt like he was trying to embed the ghost of his fingerprints into your skin.

The smell of the Clorox solution from the open container was jarring when he knocked it over in his attempt to drag you out of the kitchen, the liquid spilling onto the tile floor and soaking into your socks, and Dieter made an annoyed grumble into your mouth before he hurried to tidy up his mess and make sure you didn’t slip. The pair of you burst into giggles as he finally helped slide you out of the kitchen onto the carpeted living room floor, your socks quickly removed and feet wiped down with a paper towel, and you took pleasure watching him grab your mop and just run the solution over your floor instead of fighting it.

“You should wash your feet, so the chemicals don’t irritate your skin.” Dieter’s concern made you smile, shucking your socks into your hamper, and you took the time to brush your teeth as well as freshen up. Even if nothing but kissing happened –unlikely- you were buzzing with anxiety and dealing with all your stupid insecurities trying to rear their ugly heads. You made it two steps into your bedroom before Dieter’s hands were grabbing at your hips and dragging you back against him as he slotted his mouth against the side of your neck.

You spun in his hold and Dieter pulled back a moment to study your face, his eyes wide and his expression vulnerable, and you offered him your softest smile. You knew he was really insecure, under all his Hollywood bluster, so you didn’t push him for an answer and instead waited for him to either speak or return to what he was doing. Dieter’s expression melted to something serene and his next kiss was slower, deeper, and stoked the earlier arousal that you’d tried to get rid of in the shower.

Each slow step backward was taken as one unit, his grip was firm but no longer riding the edge between pleasure and pain, and Dieter spun so his back hit the mattress first. You grinned down at him as you moved up onto your hands and knees over him, feeling his hands slide along the outside of your hips and around the curve of your ass, and Dieter moaned when you dipped your head to lick into the little hollow between his collar bones before sinking your teeth into his pectoral and sucking a mark into the soft muscle.

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340 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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[bizarreandjarring]

martin listened to this song on repeat in the dark on his og 2004 ipod and it’s canon because i said so

the song is Peaches by Presidents of the United States

plus the 3am doodle this is based off:

*contemplates peach crimes*

[leyacer]

I’d give context if I had any to give

[ask-ruby-streak]

NATG 2019 Day 30 Draw a Pony Graduating

You can only submit a request for postings, but committee has the final say on what job you're going to be given. Ruby will be a Milling Supervisor for ever now. No dig dugging for woob.

[sofieology]

Reblogs are appreciated

had these lying around in my files for a while oof

these were my roles for the class play oof

I was singing for the most part big o o f

[shaddy-bee]

stop reblog y'all god damn hentai anime girls!

They are all tagged nsfw - only thing I actually tagworst case scenario block em, but I like arts n shit if i like a thing i rebobble thats all thank you for your time sorry

[chaoticgeminate]

Maia oh my god.

*slaps monitor*

You dare disturb the mand'alor from his campfire dinner?

[chaoticgeminate]

Holy crap! Look at how amazing this is ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I saw an anime-Mando video (that Cowboy Bebop opening one!) and was inspired to draw Din and Grogu in a fake-anime-screenshot sort of style!

Also tried adding some sparks from the nearby fire to it with After Effects but I think they turned out less like fire sparks and more like magical floaty sparks... xD;

I miss these two. They deserve happiness. ;_;

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Their smiles! The face squish! The colors and shading! It's so perfect!!

This has been stuck in my brain since watching The Book of Boba Fett.

It's been some too long without painting these two. ❤

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I love this piece so much, wanna bury my face in the tiddies

See I haven't watched Our Flag Means Death yet, felt incredibly in the mood for pirates and thus had to draw some of my favourite Blorgos (it IS the Triple Frontier cast, consisting of Pope, Catfish and Ironhead, which sounds like amazing Pirate names, honestly)

So, here is to Triple Frontier pirates

[chaoticgeminate]

HHHHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG-

You're so talented, holy amazeballs. This is incredible!

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Omg LJ look at them that's so amazing!

I'm extra hypeeee 💙💙💙💙

“May I boost you up, Sugar?” Jack says as he finishes inspecting the saddles and his pack supplies. You look at the stirrup - nothing you can’t handle there. With two hands on the saddle, you step in and hoist yourself up, swinging your leg over to rest comfortably. The dress you chose is full enough to cover you even as it waterfalls over Copper’s barrel chest. Jack looks up at you with a squint and a surprised smile. It makes you puff up your chest a little bit, impressing the handsome cowboy.

“Well now you’ve made me out to be ungentlemanly,” he teases.

My lovelies, I have been teasing my Westworld Whiskey fic for months now, but I was waiting for the last crucial piece to fall into place. That piece was this GORGEOUS commission from @miranhas-art of our favorite cowboy and a reader insert character!

Mari was beyond wonderful to work with on this. She took my ramblings, plucked the exact image out of my head, and I am over the moon happy with it! Their expressions are perfection. Jack is all of the beefy cowboy I could ever want (and the tiny flask belt buckle still kills me dead). And the most beautiful horse I've ever seen?! Are you KIDDING me Mari? Your talent is astounding, and I've been staring at this with heart eyes for days now.

You'll be able to see this wonderful art on the Masterlist too, but I had to share it out now because it's too damn good to keep to myself. Thank you again Mari, this was a dream!

(Note: this upcoming story is still a reader-insert character, so while this art depicts the reader in a finite way, the character is written without descriptions of physical attributes. You are the reader, the reader is you, and this is one possible version of that for me!)

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Oh my word. This is incredible. The colors, the details, the position and the expressions just-!

Holy guacamole @nobodys-baby-now this is an amazing piece!

Last night I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when I got a message from @nobodys-baby-now that said, “I made you something for your Marcus Moreno age gap fic, is that okay?”

HOW COULD IT NOT BE

I am speechless over this piece of art — I have admired her work for such a very long time, always in awe of her signature blush and tones and textured hair and soft blended lines, but it’s her range that I am always the most impressed with.

The way she can create intimate pieces of yearning and lust (the position of them! the floral bedspread! the utter content they are finding in consuming each other!) and yet also blow us out of the water with her darker, more moody, atmospheric pieces (looking directly at Pedro with golden tears, anything Dave, that delicious one of him in that sweater with the brown background and SO many more.)

I am so beyond thankful for this gift — you have pictured them so exquisitely, so perfectly — and I am so honored that something I wrote inspired you.

I love you SO much — thank you for this gift! ❤️❤️

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SO CUTE

I saw a dad and his son both with matching tiger face paint on my way home from work the other day and it sparked an idea.

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omg BEE this is amazing!

Happy Anniversary to The Infinity Cube!

Rae

I love you, and I love this series. And I'm so proud of you for getting to the end! All the Brown Eyes will forever live in my heart just like this story

❤️❤️❤️

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@phoebe-danvers

Framer Frank Castle! Look it!

Some time ago I drew Farmer!Frank (or rather Pete Castligione) with a horse, now I wanted to take it further, put some animals around him for a nice evening nap after hard work.

Spot the tiny kitten!