#based it on a butterfly clip I own

[artsymeeshee]

The spring bonding montage has arrived! 🌷

Had a lot of fun making some of these. Hope y’all enjoy! :D

[petriwriting]

Bright Future Ahead - JJ Maybank X Reader

Based on THIS request.

Summary: Reader tells JJ they are pregnant.

A/N Did not proofread, wrote this at the gym lol

“C’mon baby girl,” JJ says, the little girls footsteps thud on the floor as she toddler-waddles over to JJ, whose across the hall.

John B and Sarah had a few errands to run, so you and JJ had offered to watch over their sweet daughter Ella Rouledge while they did so. She was so sweet, an Angel with little curls and eyes like her fathers. She was bold and adventurous, taking after both of her parents in that regard. One thing she particularly liked was playing dress up with JJ. Her god father was her idol, she wanted to be just like him, even mimicking his mannerisms from a young age, it was so heart warming to see. You couldn’t wait to have your own child.

Over the last 5 years, the Pogues had given up on treasure hunting, and everyone was settled into a comfortable and safe life. You and JJ had been through everything together, and you loved him more than anyone could imagine and in return you were his whole world. You had gotten engaged shortly after Morocco, JJ had said he didn’t want to waste anymore time because he knew you were the one, and in case they were swept on another crazy adventure he wanted you to be his, officially. You’d taken his last name and had a backyard ceremony with the group with string lights and beer, and a pastor certificate pope and Cleo found online it was in fact legally binding. Since then, JJ had put a lot of his energy into his business, JJ Maybanks deep sea charters, a huge success, now with a second location opening on the other side of the island. Everyone was making enough money to live comfortably, however in Pogue fashion they certainly did not live like kooks. John B and Sarah were fully invested in their family, Cleo and Pope were doing well too, as pope was finishing his degree. All was well for those 5 years, the good and the bad. You were thankful that JJ stuck with you through it all. He had grown into himself, and matured a lot after the incident with his father. He had healed significantly. You were thankful to have seen it all. Reminiscing on the past had only further directed your mind to your future ahead of you…

“Can I brush your hair?” The little girl squeals excitedly, her mother had her hair in braids with bows and they wiggled as she moved excitedly across the playroom. “Sure kiddo, anything.” JJ chuckled and sat down on the floor while the girl brought out her play makeup and hair accessories. You approached the room, and stood in the doorway. “Whose hungry for lunch?” You say with a smile. “Me me!!!” The girl yells excitedly. “Me too,” JJ chuckles. “Well, I’m thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?” You offered. “Sounds delicious!” JJ exclaimed, looking at himself in the fake mirror.

“Are you sure about this one?” He asks, playing along with the girls banter. She was desolately trying to reach JJs head while he sat on the floor and was brushing what she could reach while comparing the butterfly hair clips with his complexion. “This one,” she says insistently, settling on a blue clip, JJ had to clip it to his own hair because she struggled to do so by herself, her tiny hands weren’t quite strong enough. “Wow! This one really brings out my eyes, huh Y/N?” He turned to you who was admiringly watching playtime unfold from the doorway still. “You look so fabulous.” You reply still holding a slight smile. You would have gladly played with the girl if she wanted, but there was something about JJ that she just loved and you couldn’t blame her. She had said he has better hair the last time they played princess together, and that it was more fun to play with than your hair, you weren’t particularly offended by this though. “I’ll get lunch started, you say, disappearing into the kitchen. You didn’t want to leave, lingering for a few moments watching Ella begin to paint JJ’s nails a glittery purple color. He was no match for her.

As you prepared lunch for the three of you, you could hear the girl’s innocent laughter and JJs colliding. She was delighted her uncle JJ was playing with her. It warmed your heart to imagine how sweet and tender and caring he would be when the two of you decided to start a family. It made you flush, and you felt fuzzy and warm as if you had only just fallen in love with him, instead your were falling deeper in love with JJ.

The thing was, you had just found out you were pregnant. The morning prior, you had taken a test after not feeling too great for a few days and as if shocked, you gasped when you found out. It wasn’t that you weren’t ready for this step in your future, it was that you were slightly sad to mourn the loss of the things you were able to do with JJ alone, like showering together and having sex on the couch in the middle of the day. Sure, they were great, but that sadness and slight doubt was replaced when you saw how amazing he was with Ella, he was attentive and caring, gentle and soft. He showed his gentle side only with her, and sometimes you wanted to squeal in excitement because of how cute it was.

Pretty soon, there would be a little JJ running around causing trouble, and you couldn’t be happier to think of it. Now, you just had to tell JJ himself. You’d taken 4 boxes worth of tests to be sure, and Sarah had helped book an appintment for you later that week with the doctor that helped her through her pregnancy, you had told kie as well and she immediately bought you a pack of prenatal vitamins and healthy snacks. Something she said was absolutely vital. She even offered to show you some pregnancy yoga stretches she taught other women. Everyone was excited for you, even John B, who Sarah had told by accident. You were slightly worried you wouldn’t find the right moment to tell JJ, not that he would react badly, just that it was such a big moment for the two of you.

You were lost in your own world while you prepared the soup and made the sandwiches in the routledge kitchen, you hadn’t noticed how quiet things had gotten. It had only been a little less than an hour, so curiosity got the better of you and you wandered back into the playroom. JJ shushed you before you could say anything and your eyes met his. Ella was sleeping peacefully cuddled up my JJ’s side, she must have wanted him to read a story and had fallen asleep. The poor girl must have been exhausted from playing. JJ looked at you with a soft smile, 2 pink butterfly clips were in his hair, and he looked a bit goofy but he was still your JJ.

You smiled softly at him, “Let me,” you mouthed to him, reaching for Ella and gently picking her up in your arms to tuck her into bed. JJ pulled a soft blanket over her as she lay peacefully sleeping. You turned for the door, while JJ leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Sleep tight cupcake.” He said softly, before joining you. You gently shut the door behind you and lead JJ to the kitchen.

“Gosh she is somethin’ else.” JJ says with a slight laugh, taking the clips out of his hair. “I love the nail color on you, very complimentary.” You joke. You proceeded to the kitchen, where you both enjoyed the lunch you had made in comfortable silence. JJ knew something was up since you were acting oddly in that moment. After eating, you sighed and went to clean to rinse the dishes, putting them into the dish washer.

“Hey,” you said finally. “Can we talk?” You ask, JJ smiles gently “of course.” He says. “What’about?” He asks you. “Well.” You begin, he can tell you’re upset, nervous at least. He takes your hands in his gently holding them in a comforting way he waits patiently for you to let it out, and when you are ready after a moment you do. “Seeing you and Ella makes my heart melt, you are so sweet with her and it just,” you stutter, stopping yourself. “It makes me realize how much of an amazing father you’ll be.” You look up at the ocean eyes of his, “I can’t wait to start a family with you.” He admits softly. “And you know I’m ready whenever you are.” He explains. He had said before he was patiently waiting for you to be ready, and he would support you however you needed. “Jayj,” you say gently. “I’m uh,” you sigh softly. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence, JJs expression that was soft turns into an elated smile. “Really, baby?” He asks in disbelief. “Yes.” You confirm. “Like 6 tests.” He embraces you tightly for a quick moment. “Oh my god,” he says through a smile and a joyous laugh. “We’re havin’ a baby!” He exclaims. “Woo!” He says loudly, with a fist up in victory. you shush hun reminding him of Ella sleeping a few doors down. JJ gets kinda serious for a few minutes, and leans down so he his face to face with your stomach, “hear that baby Maybank?” He says, “your mama and I are gonna spoil you rotten. I’ll give you everything I always wanted as a kid. We’re gonna love you so much,” JJ says, his voice cracks as he’s gotten emotional, teary eyed. “I love you so much.” He says, to both you and your baby. He embraces you with his head rested on your stomach.

You enjoy his touch and run your fingers through his hair for a few moments, he finally stands up fully again and wipes the tears from his eyes and kisses you deeply, you are so swept up in his embrace you don’t hear Sarah and John B coming back home with a few groceries. JJ pulls back immediately and goes over to John B, “we’re having a baby!” He exclaims. John B shares his excitement and they embrace. “Congratulations, man.” He pats JJ on the back. Sarah is excited too and smiled at you, scurrying to put the handful of groceries away. “Well I didn’t know you were going to tell him now.” She says with a sigh, reaching under the sink and pulling out a very expensive and fancy bottle of sparkling cider. “But we got this as a gift to celebrate!” She exclaims popping the bottle open with a satisfying fizz of bubbles and a pop.

The rest of the evening is spent in a happy daze, a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life. Kie had come over and hugged both of you very happily, and Pope and Cleo shortly after. The evening was spent in celebration, sharing happy memories and drinks. Nob alcoholic ones for you of course. Deep down you knew you were right where you needed to be and you couldn’t think of a better man to have as your baby’s father than JJ Maybank.

Taglist: @jsbaby

[star-steph06]

THE TWINSSS‼️‼️ The Robin twins. I need them to be robin together because their friendship is so cute.

In the dancing photo he definitely looked up to Dick too much so now he’s growing into his fashion sense with a twist of his own style

Also with the claw clip photo it’s based on Damian’s current longer hair (I did make it a bit longer same with Mia’s) and I drew that one first and I thought the little flower in her hair was a butterfly 😭😭 and it too lazy to fix it.

[niki-phoria]

결국에 닿을 너란 destiny / i promise you

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 514

notes: little late but happy yoongi day <33 rewatched a skz code ep and can't stop thinking about minho so here we are, based on this clip and this pic, minho pls don't ever cut your hair i beg, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from skz - phobia

“your hair is getting so long,” you say, reaching over to hand LEE MINHO a water bottle. he’s panting slightly, still catching his breath after hours of working to polish the final few aspects of the new choreography. 

minho hums softly in response. he takes the bottle with a grateful smile, murmuring a soft “thanks” before he downs the water inside. he reaches up, brushing his bangs aside when he runs his hand through his hair. his bangs frame his face when they fall back into place. “i should trim it soon. it’s blocking my eyes.”

“don’t.” you reach up, twisting a strand between your fingers. his hair feels soft against your fingers. minho’s eyes flutter shut; a quiet sigh threatens to escape his just barely parted lips. you can just barely see the faint pink tint that lingers on his mouth.

you smile softly, taking the opportunity to continue playing with his hair. your fingers weave through the strands with ease, pushing minho’s hair behind his ears before pulling a few strands loose. he’s watching you now; the corners of his mouth twist into the softest grin. beneath the harsh lights covering the ceiling of the practice room you can just barely see how the tips of his ears are tinted a shade of light pink. “i like it like this.”

minho smiles brightly. your hands fall away from his hair, now resting against his shoulders. his shoes scuff against the polished floors as he takes a step closer to you. “i’m glad you do.”

you can’t help the way your own smile grows when minho leans in. he reaches up, gingerly cupping your face in his hands. his thumb brushes against the edge of your cheekbone, running along the apples of your cheek. 

minho holds you softly - tenderly. as if you’re a precious gem he’s afraid of breaking. his skin feels warm against yours, though his touch sends shivers down your spine. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach with an unrelenting pace. 

“i love you,” minho whispers. he leans in so close that it makes your breath hitch. his nose just barely brushes against your own. his breath ghosts against your lips. “so much.”

you curl your fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt, tugging him even closer. minho smirks ever so softly at your growing impatience. his own hands move to rest against your hips. his fingertips trail against the hem of your shirt, threatening to slip just beneath the fabric. 

a quiet gasp escapes him when you finally pull him in, pressing your lips against his. despite his surprise, minho reacts quickly. his hands relax against your waist. you fall into a steady rhythm - a dance you’ve unknowingly practiced many times before. 

minho is the first to pull away, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek before you can complain. this time he raises a hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear with a gentle smile. “i love you, too,” you say softly in response, earning a bright grin in return. 

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[rafeovermorals]

CRUSH - RAFE CAMERON PT. 2

he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds it makes me so, uh, and i can’t get enough of it

pt. 1

content: inspired on the song crush by ethel cain. mechanic!rafe au. reader isn’t from obx but she would be considered more kook. includes smut, fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, creampie, mean!rafe, degrading, age gap (reader is eighteen), MINORS DNI!!!!!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this is the last part to this mini series (at least for now)! but next i want to work on a dbf!rafe series or a vampire!rafe series. if anyone is interested in either one of those stayed tuned xo

“come by the shop tomorrow, it’s time for you to pay up.”

the call ended with a click. no goodbye, no time to meet. rafe didn’t bother to ask you, no, he told you.

he didn’t feel like he had to, he knew you would show up. you were the type to listen to your elders.

you laid in bed with disbelief, fingers still coated in your slick post orgasm. it didn’t take you long to drift off thinking about him— the raspiness in his voice, his dirty words repeating back in your head,

“do you normally get off on strangers talkin’ to you like this, hm? lettin’ them cum to your sweet lil’ voice over the phone?”

you stirred in your sleep as you dreamt of him. rafe was rough around the edges with eyes of a predator— the type that should tell you to run— yet you wanted more.

maybe that’s why he picked you. the perfect prey, too sweet and dumb for her own good.

rafe was nothing like the boys back home. your last boyfriend was a gentleman, clean cut and charming, but he was probably just as clueless as you. he wouldn’t know the last thing about changing out a tire, and certainly didn’t know how to please you the way rafe just had.

just from your short encounters with him, you could tell he had experience well beyond your years. he came from a different world, one that consisted of labor intensive, twelve hour work days— while you had just finished high school, barely ever lifting a finger of your own.

you were restless until the sun came up.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thankfully, today your alarm did wake you up, and you had plenty of time to get ready.

you wore your favorite yellow babydoll dress for the occasion, the one with dainty frills at the skirt that paired perfectly with your brown cowgirl boots. you had matching bows in your hair, clipped at the end of two braided pieces in the front while the rest of draped past your shoulders.

you wanted to look extra pretty for rafe since he caught you so off guard the day before, though you hoped it didn’t look too obvious

butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you went up to the rusted doors of his shop, business card folded in hand.

‘Cameron’s Auto and Body Repair’ was spelt on the glass in aged, faded lettering surrounded by dilapidated brick. you began to wonder how long he’d been there for considering the buildings clear wear and tear, which then led you to question— how old was he?

you hadn’t thought to ask for his age, or really anything else beyond what was on the business card. guess you weren’t too worried about that when he was helping you cum last night.

you walked in, a bell ringing as you did so. even with multiple cars in the lot, the shop itself was empty of customers. there was one person propped up against the checkout register, scrolling on his phone until you spoke, “excuse me?”

“are y’ pickin’ up or droppin’ o— oh.“

his eyes tore away from the screen, bored expression quickly leaving his face as his gaze landed on you. he was suddenly interested, straightening his back and pushing his device off to the side. “sorry about that, how can i help you?”

you let out a giggle at his silliness, standing across from him behind the counter. you would assume he’s close in age with you based on his appearance— youthful face and golden locks peaking from his hat. you saw he had a name tag printed to his coveralls, jj.

“hi, i’m just here to make a payment, actually.”

he stared at you for a bit, eyebrows knitted and chin rested his hand. “and you’re sure you’ve been here before? i would’ve remembered a cute face like yours.”

a blush crept to your cheeks, shaking your head. “no, but i did have some work done yesterday.”

he fumbled through the visitor log, briefly scanning the pages of signatures. “hmm, and what’s your name?”

you weren’t sure if he was asking to actually check or just wanted to know for himself— probably the latter. “i don’t think it’ll be there but it’s-“

you stopped at the sound of a loud slam, finding the source to be rafe standing on the other side of the room. your breath hitched, seeing his eyes bore into you. he was not amused, you could tell.

“flirtin’ with our customers again, maybank?”

jj looked like he was caught red handed, swallowing in his throat. “umm, no, she uh— said she had an invoice and needed to pay. that’s all.” he responded nervously, looking at you with a plea to back his word.

“yes, i wasn’t sure where to go.. i just got here.”

jj flickered between the two of you as the tension was rising in the air. sure, his boss was a jackass, but he could tell he was missing something.

rafe hummed, gesturing his head to the door behind him with arms crossed over his chest. “you can come with me. and jj, go to fuckin’ lunch.”

you gave the younger boy a small smile. you could tell he wanted to speak up— maybe stop god knows whatever was about to happen— but he held his tongue. rafe didn’t take back talk very well, something you would learn soon.

you followed in rafe’s direction where he led you past the bay and into his office. it was a tiny space, smelled of oil and gasoline with just enough room for a few file cabinets. it also had a desk, scattered with various papers and a few tools that weren’t put away.

“sit.” he referred to the worn chair in front of him, leaning on the edge of his wooden desk.

he was wearing a tank top, what used to be white but was now brown from being covered in dirt. it had ripped at the seams from its overuse, making it more like a scrap of fabric. dusted blue jeans hung low on his hips with a belt, his grease stained arms flexing at his side as he looked down at you.

you felt yourself getting warm just by looking at him.

“i brought your payment, sir.”

he smirked at your words, raising a brow as he waited and watched you.

you reached into the cup of your bra, feeling around until you pulled out a wad of cash that you had stuck there earlier. you unrolled the paper bills, handing it over to him.

he counted it out with a low chuckle. “sixty dollars. you think that’s how much i’m worth, sweetheart?” he teased.

you turned red, fiddling with your bracelet from anxious habit. “i wasn’t sure how much something like that costed, ‘s all.”

“i already told y’that i don’t want your money.” he stood up, setting the cash aside. “i have other ways that i would prefer you to pay me back.”

he towered over you, filling in the compressed space. you were eye level with his crotch, the print of his cock made itself known to you through his pants. you could smell him with his proximity— a blend of sweat and cigarettes and musk that made your head spin.

“get on your knees, darlin’.” he told you with that thick, honey southern drawl.

for a moment he took you by surprise, but you didn’t hesitate to slide off the chair and onto the tile floor in front of his feet. you shouldn’t want this. you should want a nice boy, someone your father would approve of, or at the very least take you on a date before he fucked you. yet here you were, cock desperate and mouth agape— practically begging for it.

he started to take off his gloves. “thought you would’ve texted me when you were on the way, i could’ve washed up f’you.”

“i meant to.. i must’ve forgot.”

“it’s okay, sweetheart.” his voice was smooth, but condescending. he began to work his belt free, slow and deliberate as he held eye contact with you. “now you’re just gonna have to suck me clean.”

he tugs his jeans down with his boxers, cock springing out with authority. you nearly whimper at the sight, taken aback.

he was more than just big— he was longer and thicker than you imagined— the weight heavy in your hand has you held it. his tip was flushed, a needy pink that was inviting you in.

your lips brushed the head, giving him a kiss at its slit. he let out a restrained grunt, bringing a hand to your head and grasping at the scalp. “not in the mood for teasing, baby.”

your tongue grazed his shaft, licking up from the base until he directed himself into your mouth. he tasted like a hard days work, sweat and salty precum whelming your tastebuds.

you pushed deeper for more, bracing your free hand on his thigh for support. he guides you, inch by inch into until he hit the back of your throat. you choke, pulling away.

“fuck,” you gasp out, jerking your wrist on his length while you catch your breath. he weaved his fingers through your hair, giving it a tug.

you take him in again, bobbing at a steady pace— not too far or fast— but just right.

he held his other hand on the corner of a cabinet, keeping his balance while you swirl your tongue around the tip.

“you like the taste of dirty cock in your mouth, sweetheart? i’m sure y’daddy’s real proud of you, huh?”

you moaned in response, making him buck his hips further. you could feel his legs trembling as he fucked your mouth, signaling that he was close. you relaxed your throat, ready to take his load.

but he stopped, releasing his hold on you and taking you off.

his once blue eyes were black, dark with lust and something almost evil.

“not finished with you yet, sweetheart. think i deserve a little more after that stunt you pulled out there.”

“w-what- what do you mean?” you asked, your voice soft and uneasy. you could hardly speak, let alone think.

he tisked, snatching you by the arm to get you on your feet before bending you over and pressing you down to the desk. he cleared it off with one smooth motion, stacks of paper and metal clanks hitting the floor.

“wanna act stupid now? throwin’ yourself at my employee’s, that’s what.” he growled, hands riding up your dress and grabbing at your ass. you stifled a whine as he kneaded the flesh, thumbs digging into your skin.

heat radiated off of both of you, his chest twice your size folded against your back, your cheek smushed to the wood.

“it wasn’t- ah- like that.” you breathe out as his fingers find your panties, swiping over your clothed clit.

“so what was it like then? hmm?” he nudged his knee between your thighs, parting your legs for better access. he rubbed tedious circles, your arousal soaking through the cotton.

“i came here for you.. just you.” you answered in a moan.

“just me.” he agreed, tugging off your panties and tucking them into his pocket. he slipped his middle finger past your folds, sinking into your cunt.

“shouldn’t even be stretchin’ you out first, think you did enough of that when i called you.”

he curled the digit, hooking and flicking it inside you in a spot that makes your knees buckle underneath him. you bite down on a lip to silence yourself.

rafe was impatient. he’d already had a bad day— behind on some repair that should’ve been finished weeks ago— then his lazy ass staff had the audacity to make a move on you. he needed you now.

maybe if he was in a better mood he would’ve taken care of you first, given you an orgasm or two with his mouth— but he didn’t think you deserved that— not today at least.

his cock wedged into your entrance, no mercy with a full thrust. you winced, crying out as he rocked into you, the mix of your spit and slick still not enough to relieve the pain of his girth. you were so tight, your walls gripping his cock as he fucked himself into you.

“such a good girl, takin’ me so well.”

the burn eventually wore off, his thrusts that started off slow began to speed up. you were still squeezing around him, splitting you open farther than you had been before.

your search along the desk for something to grab, getting him to hold both your wrists behind your back. you balled your hands into a fist, your whimpers getting louder as he picked up the pressure. harder, controlled.

he was slamming into you now, the slaps of his thighs meeting yours while he grunted into your ear. “look so fuckin’ pretty today, darlin’, makes me wanna put my babies in you.”

you couldn’t reply, he knew it too. you just had to lay there and let him use you— for pay back.

this was exactly what he wanted. your pussy was so wet and warm, practically untouched. it was as if you were created for him.

you clenched around his cock, like an animal in heat you found yourself matching his movements, your body accepting its purpose.

you were cock drunk, words inaudible as the legs of the desk shifted with each forceful thrust. he was pounding into you hungrily, both of your faces screwing up in pleasure.

he knew he grazed that sweet spot in your walls when you fluttered around his length, stickiness pooling at the base of his cock.

“wanna watch you cum on my cock.” he grumbles, releasing your wrists as he pulls away, flipping you over to be face to face.

he picked up where he left off, plunging into you as he met your hips with sloppy, frantic thrusts. you were so weak by that point he had to hold your legs up, toes curling when his tip connected with your cervix.

“gonna cum- please, rafe- fuck, right there.” you were a babbling mess, mewling like a kitten.

he brought one hand to your mouth. stuffing his fingers in to shush you like a pacifier. his other hand went to your swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive bud to help get to your climax.

he coaxed you through it. “cmon, just like that. i know you’re almost there, sweetheart.”

he rammed into you a few more times, watching his bulge outline your little tummy as you took him.

your core eventually snaps, releasing the flood as you squirm and shake— too much to bare.

“too much! too much!”

“nuh uh. be a big girl, and take it.”

he started to stutter, eventually spilling his load inside of you. your cunt pulsated as you felt him fill you up, like it was trying to collect all of his seed.

rafe moved aside, zipping up his jeans while you flattened your dress. he gave you a kiss on the cheek, like one you would give to a child, patting it afterwards in approval.

“now we’re even.”

[heizouology]

˗ˏˋ tattoo artist kaveh and piercer alhaitham ´ˎ˗

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags: nsfw, kaveh x afab reader, alhaitham x afab reader, kaveh x afab reader x alhaitham, threesome, double penetration, lots of praise and aftercare (kaveh), slight sadism (alhaitham), degradation (alhaitham).

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: kaveh and alhaitham are roommates and work at the same tattoo and piercing studio. i imagined kaveh’s tattoo style to look like @/zihwa_tattooer’s work on instagram. i’d sell an organ to be tattooed by her, i’m a whore for fine line omg.

❛ kaveh ༉‧₊˚

kaveh is so insanely pretty and he’s got the prettiest tattoos too. simple, aesthetic, black fine line designs are placed in certain parts of his body - his arms, hands, and back, complimenting his features instead of overpowering them. you can’t help but admire them every time you see him, which he doesn’t mind - he loved the attention you give him. he also has few cartilage, adorned with gold leaf and feather themed jewelry, all done by alhaitham.

a month into your relationship, he gave offered to give you a tattoo, free of charge. unsure of what to get, he picked out a few designs from his flash that he thought would look nice on you. you settled on a simple butterfly below the back of your neck, a place he recommended, as it’s one of his favorite places to kiss you. the process was pretty painful but kaveh’s steady and light hand, along with his calming praises and small talk, made it a lot better. also, his hair was up in a clip, which was a little treat for you as well - you loved it when he wore his hair like that.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

during sex, kaveh always prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he's so gentle with you, constantly mumbling little praises and encouragement as you ride him, caressing your back with a feather-light touch and helping you keep a steady rhythm. he loves you so, so much, and hates to see you in pain - he constantly checks in to make sure you're alright, making sure you know your safe word, etc. he remembers all of the places that make you feel good, all of your favorite positions, and all of the little praises you love to hear.

he'll eat you out before fucking you with his dick, making sure that you're all nice and wet for him. he loves it when you tug on his hair, urging him to continue. your moans are like music to his ears, fueling his desire to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

kaveh’s a switch, though he prefers giving rather than receiving. when you want to be dominant, though, he’ll make the sweetest moans, begging you for more. he loves it when you mark him up with hickeys, and will wear his hair up to show them off the day after, letting everyone know that he’s yours. he’s so happy and grateful that he’s loved by someone like you, and treasures every little mark you give him, knowing it’s a symbol of your love.

he thinks you’re the most beautiful person in the world as you’re coming down from your high. he never lacks in aftercare - he knows how much you need reassurance and love afterwards, so he’s quick to pull you into his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he caresses all of the places he knows will be sore later.

“you’re already beautiful, but i think you’d be even more beautiful with a few tattoos,” he whispers as you lay against his chest. his hand goes to cover yours, his thumb rubbing over your outer hand and wrist, a little smile forming on his face as he imagines designs for you. “a floral design here would look so pretty. imagine us holding hands, tattoos showing and all.”

his hand then moves to your side, tracing it with his fingers. “then, maybe one here as well, starting from here and extending all the way up here,” he explains, starting from your waist and ending next to your breast. “we can add little snakes or cute butterflies to the design. make you a beautiful little garden.”

secretly, he dreams of getting matching tattoos with you as your relationship progresses. he’s drawn out some ideas based off of your shared interests that he’ll show you when the time comes, but for now, it’s his little secret.

the next day, he'll invite you over to his studio after hours to work on your new tattoo. besides loving aftercare in bed, he cares for your tattoo aftercare as well. he’ll constantly be nagging at you to not scratch it, carries aquaphor with him just in case you need to reapply, and once it’s healed, he has a small little bottle of sunscreen for when it’s exposed to the sun, knowing that you always forget to put some on.

he doesn’t want his little piece of art getting ruined, especially if it’s on such a beautiful canvas as yourself.

❛ alhaitham ༉‧₊˚

alhaitham is so fucking hot. he usually wears basic, black t-shirts and tank tops, showing off his bulky tattooed arms. his upper body is covered in bold tattoos - usually traditional, though he does have a sword tattoo on his forearm from kaveh. he's got a side labaret, a tongue piercing, and a ton on his ear - industrial, helix, you name it. on his large, veiny, tattooed hands are a collection of silver rings, not a single finger plain.

when the two of you began dating, you said you've been interested in getting a septum for a while, though you were still on the fence about it - you were scared about the healing process and if you'd even like it. you got your ears pierced when you were young, so it would technically be your first piercing. he offered to do it for you, and if you didn't like it, you can simply take it off. though, he assured you that you’d look beautiful with it. the idea got you interested, and he took you to the studio to get it done.

the piercing was quick, though it did hurt a little, especially since you didn't have the best pain tolerance. your eyes got a little watery, a single tear falling. it was a little embarrassing for you, though alhaitham guiltily thought it was kind of hot. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a sadist - he never has these thoughts while piercing his clients, but seeing you like this was different. after putting in your jewelry, a cute little gold clicker, he quickly excused himself to grab you a cup of water, though it was mainly to calm himself down.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

he fucks you hard and rough. he loves seeing you beg and will often deny your orgasm to see you all needy, crying for him to let you cum. he loves holding your wrists so he has complete control over you. he thinks it's so cute that you're so small and weak in comparison to him - it fuels his lust to break you and then spoil you afterwards.

he loves to degrade you, too. he'll call you a whore while fucking you mercilessly, saying you're such a slut for him and his cock. he'll never say anything meant to hurt you, though. if he notices his degrading goes too far, he'll apologize and make it up to you, toning down the roughness and slipping in a few praises instead.

during one of your sessions, he has you standing in front of the bathroom sink, holding onto the counter for your dear life as he's pounding into you. he holds your chin so you're forced to stare at the lewd sight, kissing your sensitive ear and neck as he does so.

"look at how cute you are," he coos with a low voice, grunting as he thrusts into you. his hand moves to cup your breast, giving your nipple a little pinch, causing you to gasp in pleasure. "you'd look so pretty with piercings here. have you considered getting them done?"

his hand cradling your chin moves down to hold your other breast, flicking your nipples. "imagine how good they would feel while we fuck," he mumbles, his warm breath against your ear as he stares at your reflection with you. "of course, i'll pierce them for you - don't want any other man seeing you like this," he whispers, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "what do you think?"

you're too fucked out to say anything, so you nod. he smiles as one of his hands travel down to your stomach, his index finger stopping on top of your belly button.

"and maybe one here. you'd look so pretty with one, and you'd get to wear more of those tiny shirts you like so much," he mutters. you told him you've been interested in wearing clothes that show your midriff, though you're self-conscious about showing your stomach. he would assure you that you'd look fine every time you bring it up, though it wasn't enough to boost your confidence. “so, so pretty," he purrs, circling his finger over it and giving your cheek another kiss, before his hands travel down even further.

his hand stops at your clit, slowly rubbing it with one hand as he holds your chin again with the other. "and maybe a piercing on the hood here, too. wouldn't it feel so, so, so good here? the smooth metal rubbing against your clit as i fuck you. imagine how sensitive you'll be when i put a vibrator against it," he teases, increasing the intensity of his fingers. "and imagine how hot you'd look with one. a little secret between you and me.” the idea of getting a clitoris hood piercing was never on your mind, but with the way he described it pushed you off the edge, and you were forced to watch your reflection as you cum.

"that's my girl," he whispers, watching you with a smile as you tremble from the intense pleasure, his hands moving to your waist to hold you steady.

❛ alhaitham and kaveh ༉‧₊˚

god, fucking the two of them at the same time would feel so good. while you're dating one of them, the other notices the two of you having sex in their room and can't help but join in.

while kaveh's so gentle with you, making sure you're alright and giving you plenty of kisses and praises, alhaitham is merciless, manhandling and degrading you. it’s the perfect balance between being spoiled and being ruined, and you’re in love with it. the two of them are competing to see who can fuck you best, and you're unsure of who's winning - your lover or his roommate.

you lay on the bed as alhaitham opens your legs, kissing from your stomach down to your folds. he sucks roughly on your clit and prods his tongue into your hole, causing you to feel his piercing against you. the pleasure is intense, almost too much as he slips two fingers in, fingering you quickly and deeply, abusing your g-spot. he runs his tongue on your clit, making you feel his hard tongue piercing, causing you to go insane in pleasure.

as alhaitham bullies your pussy, kaveh’s behind you, giving you the much needed kindness you weren’t receiving from alhaitham. he hushed you as he lovingly kisses your ear, nibbling and sucking on your earlobe. his hand travels down to your breasts, groping them slowly so as to not overstimulate you, but rather enhance your pleasure.

with alhaitham’s aggressive oral and kaveh’s sweet care, you find your high approaching, and they both know it by the way your body reacts to them. alhaitham speeds up his fingers and licks as kaveh teases you with his hot breath against your ear, and you find yourself cumming hard on alhaitham’s tongue.

the two of them let you catch your breath, and once you do, kaveh is gently turning you around so you’re facing him, taking off his pants to reveal his hard cock. he scoots down, resting his head on the pillows as he guides you to sit on his dick. you lace your fingers with his, slowly sinking down onto his dick while he sings little praises for you.

“angel, you’re taking me so well,” he gleams, watching as you fully bottom out. “so perfect, so, so perfect.” he says, pulling you down to his chest as he thrusts up into you.

“quit babying her, she’s a slut,” alhaitham bickers. “she knows how to put a dick in her.”

“shut your damn mouth, you’re just jealous because you’re not the one fucking her right now," kaveh sneers, and though his words were harsh, he didn't change his tender touch on you.

alhaitham sighs, watching as kaveh fucked you with so much care, whispering into your ear and drowning you in kisses. he’s so vocal during sex, something that alhaitham wasn’t. getting turned on by the scene, he takes off his pants, stroking his dick.

after a while, when you were soon nearing your high, you noticed that alhaitham was gone from your side. from behind, you feel someone prod a finger at your other hole, prepping you for his cock. it was alhaitham. you're scared of the pain - you weren’t used to getting it there and it hurts a little, which kaveh notices and quickly stops.

"i... i can't..." you stutter, holding onto him. alhaitham slows down, though his fingers don’t leave your hole.

"it's alright, babe," kaveh hushes, stroking your cheek. "it'll feel better soon, okay? you'll feel so good with the two of us inside of you. can you do it for us? i know you can handle it," he says. from behind, alhaitham's kissing your back, paying special attention to your tattoo. you nod, causing kaveh to smile and kiss your forehead. “thanks, my love.”

kaveh thrusts into you again, this time more slowly and deeply. alhaitham continues prepping your asshole, adding in another finger. once he thinks you're ready to handle him, his fingers leave you, being replaced by the tip of his cock, which stretched you way more than his fingers did.

"just breathe, okay?" kaveh says, holding your hand. as alhaitham slowly inserts himself in, kaveh's mumbling little "i love you"s and "you're doing so good for us" against your lips, wiping away any tears that fall. the stretch is painful, but you know it'll be all worth it in the end.

after a few careful thrusts from alhaitham, careful to not hurt you, the pain soon turns into pleasure as you get used to his size. your winces became moans, and you hold onto kaveh. he asks if it’s okay for him to start moving again, and you nod, allowing him to pick up where he left off.

"enjoying it already? you sure are a slut, huh," alhaitham grunts from behind, increasing the intensity of his pace. their thrusts aren't synced - while one pulls away, the other is going in, causing you to be constantly stimulated. it feels so good feeling so full, and you soon find yourself reaching your high, gripping onto kaveh's shoulders for stability.

they fuck you through your orgasm, slowing to a stop once you’re done. they let you take a little break as they litter kisses all over you. you snuggle up against kaveh, sapped of energy, until you hear alhaitham laugh as he lifts you up so your back is pressed against his chest.

"think you're done already? we haven't even came yet," he teases, making your heart sinks. you were already so tired, so fucked out, but you weren’t done yet? you'll be having a long night.

[your-nanas-house]

Just acting... right?

◇ Pairing: Neil Lewis X Best Friend fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: filming, shitty acting skills, dry humping, Neil cumming in his pants, Y/n director, bit of shaming

◇ Summary: Neil needs some help for the sensual scene they need to record.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This isn't proof read.. like most of my works but 🤫 I'm tired. This is based on this BEAUTIFUL moodboard made by @darlingsfandom . Also Happy B-day @emilyrosier !!!!

"Stop, Stop... Cut!" Y/n's disappointed voice interrupted Neil in the middle of his acting for a clip of the short movie they were recording to promote an event at Gumshoe Video.

That time the nerdy man had asked a little help from his best friend in hope to improve and give a kind of upgrade to the usual stuff.

The scene on the script, which was written by Neil himself, should have been a passionate and sensual one where the main character was having an intimate moment with a lover of his.

Due to the low budget there wasn't actually a second person there, not that they really needed it since that scene had the cameras all pointed at Neil's face, taking in his expression and the movements of his body.

So yeah... it should have been a sensual and sexy act that should have aroused and not disgusted or made the viewer worry of the main character conditions. "Dude... what was that? Are you okay?... it looked like you were having some kind of attack or about to throw up. Geez" the young woman confronted her best friend while staring at him with concern before rolling her eyes as soon as he went on the defensive

"Shush, no arguing with the director. You can't act this kind of scenes on your own, it's the forty-first try we make... I can't suffer this thing again. Sensual, sexy, you're having an orgasm... not dying by a bullet or due to poison" her harsh words slapped Neil right across his face, making him shut his mouth and follow her orders.

His best friend moved closer, fixing the camera again before meeting his gaze still lost in her thoughts.

They needed to find a solution to finally finish that short film.

"Okay... nerdy thing. Let's... Let's simply pretend shall we?" Y/n murmured with less confidence as she climbed on his lap and fixed the background which were the sheets of the bed and the pillows... there were also some rose petals because Neil had insisted.

Her eyes met carefully Neil's piercing light blue ones and she had to swallow the lump, that had formed in her throat, without stopping to fix the set to try for the forty-first attempt "And... action!" Y/n exclaimed as she focused the filming on her friend's freckled face, her hips casually grinding against his clothed crotch.

As the minutes passed and Neil said his lines, his expression started to become more genuine and real— expecially when his hips started to thrust up in seek of more friction. His slender fingers grabbed her hips, forcing her to grind harder on him while getting to the exact position the two characters should have been in the script.

A long whiny moan and his beautiful eyes were rolling back, his back arching softly and his swollen lips parting, as soon as his climax hit him like a train.

The scene was perfect, they didn't need to film it again, so Neil had all the time to change his cummed pants and underwear before recording the final parts of the script.

They were just acting, right?, Y/n asked herself as she glanced back at her best friend, still feeling the tension and butterflies in her stomach.

[read-write-thrive]

JATP x DBDA crossover where the Phantoms are free but Willie still isn’t and Caleb is playing dirty now that the boys have bested him (possessing Nick but also cmon he definitely has more magic up his sleeve) so they start trying to figure out Magic on their own, which is really just Julie and Flynn googling things and trying out various types of magic/spells/scam artists in the area, only for someone to come across something to do with the DBDA who are happy to take the case 👀

I have too many WIPs for this but just some ideas floating around my head:

- Crystal at first butts heads with Julie and Flynn (residual mean girl tendencies/differing senses of humor) but end up bonding over being surrounded by (dumb) dead teenage boys

- None of the Phantoms are good at proper spells but their music 100% has magical properties that is utilised in whatever final battle type event happens

- Edwin has come to terms with Charles’s eccentricities but the Phantoms are a whole other type of teenage boy and I think he would be just so catty about it all. Like why are they cute and so stupid this is ridiculous why the Hell did we even take this case can they please take this seriously

- Charles and Reggie vibe. I don’t make the rules

- Flynn can’t see the boys either which naturally leads to hijinks

- Monty attends a concert (he deserves to have fun) and while I considered him being the link between the two groups I think it would be funnier if he decided to go to a concert and runs into them coincidentally

- Based on a precursory AO3 search I’ve seen some fics where Monty gets in trouble with Caleb which makes sense with the whole magic familiar angle but I’m not copying here so I won’t get into that

- I think Willie interacting with DBDA would be wild. Like. Dead pretty boy with a sense of humour and tragic backstory? They’re all swooning fr

- Niko (shhh) gets along with Julie and Flynn IMMEDIATELY like they are talking about shows and DIYing things together and it’s great

- Crystal gets along better/faster with Julie and Flynn with Niko present fs

- There’s at least one dance number with everyone involved

- possessed!Nick is still trying to woo Julie and not only do we get the Phantoms side eyeing him but now we get the DBDA just openly judging him (Crystal roasts the shit out of that fedora and she’s RIGHT)

- Crystal would decimate any of Carrie’s attempts at being bitchy so I think we have to redeem Carrie for that reason alone

- DBDA goes to a JATP concert and the boys are actually awful at vibing there. Like Crystal is relatively normal (idk if it’s her scene but she’s been to concerts before) but Edwin does not know what to do at a modern concert and Charles is used to a much different style of dancing/concerts (I don’t know enough abt aka punk to elaborate unfortunately but ykwim)

- girls night includes style swapping bc the DBDA girlies deserve some butterfly clips and the JATP girlies deserve some eyeliner

- in the nature of JATP I don’t think Caleb gets sent to hell in the end but I do think his ending needs to be ridiculous. Like have him get the Night Nurse treatment and get eaten by that fish so he can be redeemed by Kashi

- not to bring up Monty again but I think he sticks around and keeps up with the JATP crew more than the DBDA (he is not interested in any more of that Hell/monster energy and that’s so valid of him)

- montage of Edwin and Charles teaching the Phantoms ghost abilities (I can’t remember if/how they vary between shows but if so shhh or explain it away yk)

- Unseen Emily reprise and it’s all the boys mourning loved ones. Just for the feels.

- Actually just more backstories for everyone please

- Love ballad/slow song that Willex and/or Payneland dance to 🥰

- Palasaki being openly in love (which inspires whatever the Flynn x Carrie ship is bc I love them)

[achromatophoric]

What are your thoughts on the season 2 trailer in general? It's inspired you as an artist 🥳, what are your reactions as a stan?

I thoroughly enjoyed it! The entire thing was loaded on treats without revealing any major plot points. It also showed off Enid’s much-improved wig and alleviated some worries I had about Wednesday’s own (the promo shot from the graveyard made her head look bit awkward).

Various thoughts, info, and idiocy after the cut. 😅

Themes:

Wednesday’s comical concealed armory

Enid and (to a lesser extent) Wednesday’s newfound popularity

Wednesday and Enid’s derpy friendship (that doll needs a snood)

Wednesday’s relationship with her family (particularly Morticia and Pugsley)

Woeful family secrets (black tears!)

New settings, in order of appearance:

Pilgrim World 🎡 (themed to Día de Muertos?)

Addams family manor? 💃🕺

Nevermore clock tower 🪓😠

Camp Jericho 🚨

Addams family graveyard 🪦

Willow Hill 🥼

Lupin cages? 🐺

Miscellaneous observations:

TSA not giving a shit about weaponry (for the humor, but still)

Possible new psychic power: Pyrokinesis (could just be the group of telekinetics from the BTS teaser animating the bonfire)

Pugsley inheriting Fester’s electrokenisis

Wednesday’s powers evolving to include black tears

Wednesday may be possessed in the doll scene. Seems to have a subtle English accent when saying “Let’s play dolls”. 🤔

Wednesday’s Concealed Armory (including links to the item or nearest match):

Brass knuckles - 5 oz

Shyh Sing PILI-1191-1 Stun Gun - 14 oz (Appears modified. Lanyard connects differently.)

Rutilac pepper spray - 1.5 oz (Fictional brand? Couldn’t find a real one with a red flip top. Could be a painted or modified Sabre Red Crossfire MK3.)

Tantō with a double fuller and no tsuba - 1 lb

Raven Forge two ball flail - 5.3 lbs

Mini-nunchucks? - Est. 5 oz (based on 2 kubatons + chain)

Snake Eyes Tactical 10” Hunting Knife - 7.83 oz

Ghost Face’s Special Clip Point Hunting Knife - 7.5 oz

Cold Steel Tanto Machete - 1 lb (Without matte black finish.)

Gerber Gator Kukri Machete - 14.4 oz

Elite Tactical Axe - 5.8 lbs

Black balisong/butterfly knife - Est. 5 oz

Approx. weight in weaponry: 16.86 lbs (7.65 kg)

[scummy-writes]

Made With love

Rating: General/Everyone, just fluff

Pairing: Clavis/Reader (she/her/wife used)

Words: 1093

This was inspired by MyGoodnessGravy's Clavis Bag that she made closer to the beginning of the year. Please look at how cute and adorable it is. She was kind enough to give me a go-ahead on creating a lil fic based off of the idea of a reader making this to show Clavis, and here it is! (She's also got a super cute Clavis cosplay, I recommend checking out her account!)

After being together with Clavis for so long, you had been used to butterflies in your stomach being the result of his public displays of affections reaching new heights, meeting new nobles, or stumbling upon an embarrassing trap. Not… This.

Wringing your hands, you glanced at the ticking clock. Each second seemed to pass faster than the next as your heart raced, anticipation eating you whole as it got closer and closer to the end of Clavis’ work day. Once more, you looked at your creation resting on the table: a small pink bag, sporting the same expression his ‘rabbit’ cakes usually donned. It was the best attempt so far, and while you were proud of your efforts, you were facing a conundrum - how to show it to him.

Should you present it now, in private so that it could be kept between you if he took poorly to the surprise? Should you just wear it throughout your normal day, seeing just how shocked it could make him?

Clavis’ professions of love were so grand, yet you stared at yours with mixed feelings. However accomplished you felt with it - even moreso knowing you managed to keep it a secret from such a snoopy prankster for days on end - but seeing his reaction? The idea of the endless ways he could react set your nerves ablaze, especially considering how poorly you had schooled your face at some of his own creations.

Thinking further, you recalled moments where Clavis seemed to hold his breath when gifting his handmade presents. Now that the two of you were intertwined, you were much kinder towards his creations for you, able to laugh and find delight in even the oddest things he presented. Regardless, even now he would freeze until he managed to pull out such a reaction, his posture finally relaxing as he excitedly explained how he made it, the time it took, and playing up his boasting to hide the remnants of his nerves.

Glancing back at your creation, you realized the jitters you felt currently must be similar to how he felt each time…

The sound of the doorknob turning stole your attention, heartbeat ramping up as you spun around to face the door. It was too late to go with a different plan, so you took a deep breath to steady yourself instead.

“Ah, my lovely wife, just who I wanted to see after… a long… day…”

His words were cheerful at first, earnestly happy to see you, but as he spoke his voice dwindled, eyes dropping from your gaze down to the pink item on the table. The longer he stared at it, the more you twisted your hands, trying to deduce what was going through his mind

Finally, after a few agonizing moments, he spoke. Voice so quiet, it was almost a whisper.

“... What is that…?”

Finding your own voice took a beat, the words stammering out as you lifted it up for him to see.

“W-well, you’re always making so many colorful creations, and…” You looked at the pink bag in your hands, the goofy expression it wore easing your nerves a little, “you always make those cute rabbit cakes for me, and I wanted to try my hand at making something of my own. So I made a little purse to wear when we go out on dates… Or when I go out on my own, so I have a little piece of you with me wherever I go.”

You went on for a moment, distracted by a small swell of pride as you explained the features of the bag, how you constructed each bit to it - and even added a bow to clip on near one of the ears. Getting so lost in your words, you missed how Clavis’ eyes misted before he covered more and more of his face with his hands, until - 

“Clavis?!”

… Until he sunk to his knees in front of you, face completely obscured.

As you rushed closer to check on him, his hands slipped from his face little by little, giving you a glimpse of his wet eyelashes before those same hands grabbed at you. With a simple yank, Clavis closed the gap between you and plummeted his face right against your stomach.

“Hey!”

Impulse told you to try and fight out of his grasp, embarrassment flaring up with the way his hands clutched at the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze as his body shuddered. But experience, however, taught you by now to take in a deep breath and exhale. To gently card your fingers through his hair.

Despite the initial alarm and anxiety you had felt, and despite the tears you had seen clouding his vision, you couldn’t help the grin on your face as the situation became clear.

Careful to not wound his pride as he was still embarrassed when you saw him overcome with emotion in such a way, you kept your voice sweet as you spoke, “... work was pretty hard if it has you collapsing to your knees like this. I think this means you need a lot of healing cuddles tonight, hm?”

He nodded, the rustling of fabric muffling his agreement. With that, you continued, knowing he just needed a few minutes to compose himself.

“I’ve been getting better with constructing different crafts. I’m learning from the very best, you know,” another squeeze from him had you giggle, especially as his ears burned bright, “I was thinking of making you a tie, next.”

“Please…” He coughed, clearing his throat, “that would be delightful. I’d wear it every day.”

“Oh? I’d have to make multiples, then.”

Clavis moved to plant his cheek against you instead of his whole face, speaking more clearly but still hiding away from your loving gaze.

“If it’s anything like the bag, they’ll be masterpieces- I’ll certainly need as many as my lovely lover, ah, will make me.”

It was your turn to grin now, cheeks aching with how wide your smile was. You curbed your want to crouch down to his level, letting out a happy sigh at the praise.

“It’s all made with love, Clavis. And I love you very much.”

There was a pause as you felt Clavis take in a deep, shuddering breath, but his grip on you was tight, loving, as his hoarse voice spoke out.

“I love you, too… So, so much.”

“Hehe… Will you look at me and say that again?”

“... Please, have mercy on your husband, give him just a few more moments to recover…”

I struggle a lot with fluff, and then so much happened in the past few months that it took me forever to get this out :') I just really love the idea of Clavis overwhelmed with such a blantant display of love and affection for him and the things he also creates out of love. Thank you to folks who watched me rewrite this through three streams, and for @solomons-poison for looking over it and hyping me up.

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[androidcharles]

oh hello, it's been a while since i've contributed creatively to the fandom.

But basically I have a small new fic that I probably won't expand upon unless peeps are interested. Sort of based on @flowerbarrel-art's (FOR SOME REASON I CAN'T TAG YOUR MAIN BLOG?) fairy sticks AU. Mike finds himself a fairy while working and decides to take it upon himself to adopt him (and maybe teach him how to speak like humans do).

Honestly, if you want me to remove that part though, I'll be more than happy to, because I understand if it seems a bit OOC of the fairies to do so. I kind of thought of it like Meowth from the Poke anime where he learned how to speak to impress someone he liked...

Mike sighed, allowing himself to lean back a little as he stared up at the ceiling. Ever since he had been appointed Head of Communications, it’s been one task after another, in addition to the morning and evening announcements. He was a bit sad when he found out that Kowalski had to retire, but he was happy to do so as he wanted to build a better life outside of the Toppats.

He sighed and saved a couple of documents, suddenly hearing a soft buzzing sound. He grumbled, staring at his coworkers, who were all already absorbed in their own work. Lately, over the course of the past few weeks, various things such as pens, paper clips, and even thumbtacks had gone missing, causing Mike to suspect foul play. But he had checked the security cams and no one was to blame for the missing equipment. It was strange, to say the least, but he knew better than to continue to fling blame at his coworkers.

Once more, a strange buzzing sound could be heard at all hours of the day in some places. They had suspected flies at first, as most of the comms Toppats seemed to have a bad habit of leaving food out, but after a thorough investigation (and a fumigation), it seemed like they were bug free.

He glanced over to where the buzzing sound was, swiping a bit with annoyance towards the noise before he gasped. He glanced to his side, gazing around a bit before tried to concentrate on his work again.

For some reason, he felt like he had brushed against something…

There it was again.

The buzzing noise returned, this time stronger than ever. He was silent for a few moments, trying to pretend he didn’t notice it until…

“GOTCHA!” Mike shouted, causing his team to jump. He hit something really hard, the bug flying towards his desk as he finally let out a satisfied sigh.

“Geez, Mike, I know it’s late, but we don’t need a wake up call,” one of the comms agents said, sipping his coffee.

“Whatever, let’s just see-” Mike suddenly paused as his eyes widened, staring down at the bug he just swiped.

No, it wasn’t a bug at all… it was a… human? A human with wings from the looks of things. Very beautiful orange wings, kinda like a monarch butterfly’s. He had soft fluffy hair on the top of his head as well, seemingly well taken care of from the looks of things and some slightly worn but orange clothes on.

He slowly reached towards it before the thing growled at him, shooting up and disappearing before his eyes. Before Mike could process what was happening, suddenly he saw it fall down not a few feet away from him, seemingly passing out.

“Oh no…” Mike said softly as he picked the poor thing up. It whimpered and growled a bit and he could have sworn he heard it say “No,” at him, but he didn’t care. If it was a bug, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But the fact that he hurt something with genuine feelings was eating away at him a little bit.

“What’s going on Mike? You’re a bit flighty today… woah…” His second in command, Michelle Uhura, suddenly went up to him and gasped when she saw the tiny human in his hands.

“Oh my goodness… I thought they were a myth,” Michelle said softly.

“Me too,” Mike said, “I feel so bad. The poor little guy…” He pat it’s head softly. It snarled a bit but seemed too out of it to really attack Mike any further.

“What, what’s going on?” One of the comms guys said, getting up. Pretty soon, Mike had a crowd around him and he was annoyed for obvious reasons.

“I know you guys are curious, but you have work to do, you know!” Mike shouted. The others started to scuttle back to their work stations as Michelle chuckled.

“What are you going to do with him, Mr. Control?” Michelle asked. Mike rolled his eyes, unsure of why he let such a nickname slide, but he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he glanced at the small fairy. It looked to still be breathing, luckily, but he had so much work to do…

“I hate to put you in this position, Ms. Uhura, but maybe you could keep an eye on him?” Mike asked.

“I’ve got my own work to do,” Michelle said, “But if you’re that concerned about him, maybe you should keep an eye on him.”

“I’ve got the same problem. But I don’t wanna just leave him with a random Toppat. Who knows what might happen,” Mike said.

“I can take over for today, if you want,” Michelle said.

“Michelle, I can’t do that to you.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t have much leftover and I can tell this is eating you up a bit,” Michelle pushed the fairy towards him as he blushed.

“Go ahead. I’ll be fine. Just keep your comms headset on and I’ll let you know if I need you, alright?” Michelle said softly. Mike finally nodded as he shut off his computer, carefully disconnecting a couple of wires before heading out of the office.

It was a long walk to his room, but by the time he got up there, the fairy seemed to be awake as he felt it squirming in his hand.

“Sorry little guy, just give me a second,” Mike said softly as he searched around his bathroom before placing a hand towel in a shoebox and dropping it in there. It gazed over the edge, a little perturbed as Mike glanced at it, noticing the small wound on top of it's head.

“Oh no,” Mike said, feeling a bit sick to his stomach as he rushed into his bathroom and pulled out a first aid kit, “Alright little guy, let’s get you taken of…”

After a bit of fidgeting and Mike shushing him as much as he could, he finally was able to get a small bandage on the fairy's head. The fairy grumbled as it flew to the corner of the shoebox, sulking a bit.

“C’mon, I was only trying to help. A thank you would be nice,” Mike said.

“NO!” The fairy suddenly shouted in a small voice, making a bunch of chittering noises at him afterwards.

Geez, what the heck, Mike thought, as he kept watching the fairy.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I was only trying to help…” Mike said softly. He heard Michelle’s voice over the intercom as he stretched a bit.

“I’m gonna go grab something to eat. Do you think you can stay here while I go get something? I’ll bring you something too,” Mike said. The fairy suddenly seemed interested as it looked up at him, it’s eyes curious as it flapped its wings rapidly.

“Just stay there and behave. And try not to leave alright?” Mike said, walking out of his room. He sighed as he walked to cafeteria, ordering a fried chicken dish with biscuits and coleslaw. He also grabbed a couple of oranges and some potato chips from the shelves, as well as a couple of candy bars.

By the time he was done, he had a heaping tray full of stuff as he took it back to his room. He entered the room, carefully balancing the tray on the bed. He pulled out a foldable table, quickly setting it up as he set the tray on the table. Immediately the fairy was eager to see what Mike had brought, flying over to the edge of the table, glancing at what he had brought.

“This is fried chicken,” Mike said, pinching off a bit for the fairy to try, “It’s made with chicken and some spices. Try it.” The fairy sniffed a piece before taking a small nibble, it’s eyes lighting up as it gobbled up the whole thing. It coughed slightly and Mike began to grow a bit fearful before he saw the creature fanning it’s mouth. He giggled, as he took a bit of coleslaw on his fork and carefully put some in front of him.

“Maybe you’ll like this a bit more,” Mike said. The fairy stared at the chicken before he bit into the coleslaw. It made a face, but it still ate it up.

“Maybe the dressing isn’t to your liking?” Mike muttered, mostly to himself as he started to eat a bit more of the chicken. He even passed a bit of the biscuit to it, as well as some potato chips, which the fairy ate with gusto.

“You must have been hungry, huh?” Mike said as the fairy glanced to the side awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I’m just saying. Do you have a name?” Mike asked. The fairy tipped his head to the side as he finally said,

“Yes.”

“You’ve been speaking in little chirps this whole time. How do you know how to say human words, hm?”

The fairy placed his hand on his chin before pointing to Mike and than mimicing a talking person with his hands.

“Ah, so you watched people talking and managed to try to mimic them, hm?” Mike said, “How about you tell me your name then?” The fairy stared blankly at him as Mike let out a small sigh, before taking out a piece of paper.

“Or, I could write the alphabet here and you could just spell your name out for me,” Mike said. He began to write out the alphabet as the fairy watched with great curiosity.

“Alright, just point to the letters and spell out your name. And than I’ll teach you how to say it,” Mike said. The fairy stared at the paper before he flew to the first letter of his name. He walked over the paper, pointing at each letter as Mike read them out loud.

“B… U… R… T… Burt…” Mike said, “That’s your name?” Burt nodded his head, flapping his wings a bit more as Mike chuckled.

“You would say it like Buh-err-tuh. Try it,” Mike said.

“Buuuuuu…” Burt said, struggling a bit.

“Buh… errr… tuh…” Mike said slowly.

“Buh...err...tuh. Burt! Burt Burt!” Burt said, flapping his wings. Mike giggled as he started to peel one of the oranges. Burt’s eyes suddenly lit up as he bounced up and down.

“What? You want one?” Mike asked, taking a slice of orange and handing it to Burt. Immediately it was grabbed from his grasp as Burt chomped down on it.

“You must really like oranges, huh?” Mike asked.

“YES!” Burt said bouncing up and down, eager to get his hands on another orange slice. Mike peeled another orange for him, laying the slices down on the table as Burt started to gobble them up as if it was his last meal. Mike giggled again as he saw Burt look up at him expectantly.

“Sorry little guy, I only brought enough for myself and you,” Mike said, “But maybe if you’re good, I’ll bring you another orange, OK?” Burt whimpered as he flopped on to the floor, as if he was now going to starve for days now. Mike let out a small laugh before Burt looked up at him.

“Burt,” Burt said, pointing at himself. Then he pointed at Mike, saying “Yes?”

“Hm? Oh… do you want my name?” Mike asked. Burt chittered a bit, his wings flapping a little bit.

“My name is Micheal Sansbury. The comms guys call me Mike Control,” Mike said. Burt tipped his head to the side.

“Buh… err.. tuh?” Burt said.

“Oh, you wanna know to how to say it too, huh?” Mike asked, “You say it like Mmm-eye-keh. Mike”

“Mmmm…. Eeeeee….”

“Eye….” Mike said, drawing it out a little.

“Eyeeee…” Burt said.

“Kuh…”

“Mmmm-eeeeeyyeee…kuh… Mike. Mike! Mike!” Burt said, his wings flapping excitedly.

“Very good! You get the last slice of my orange as a reward,” Mike said, handing Burt his orange slice. Burt jumped up for joy, grabbing the orange slice and gobbling it down.

“I guess I can teach you some more words. Once you learn how to talk amongst the humans, maybe you can help me out a bit more,”Mike said. Burt beamed at him as Mike unwrapped some chocolate.

“How about we have a little candy to celebrate our newfound friendship, hm?” Mike asked. Burt tipped his head to the side but nodded anyway as Mike handed him half of one of his candy bars.

About thirty minutes later, Burt was still zipping around the room, chittering and chirping as he said the few words he knew in between. Mike lay in bed, wondering if he would ever stop, kind of regretting giving him that chocolate bar.

“Guess chocolate’s off the menu next time...”

[babysizedfics]

Gem's Baby Hair Salon

Summary:

Little Gem gets bored and convinces her big-brother-slash-babysitter Etho to play hairdresser with her. She didn’t realise he liked hair strokes so much he would regress younger than her; but she’s definitely not complaining if she gets to be the protective big sister to a baby Etho, finally!

Word count: 2.5k

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Gem sighed dramatically.

“Don’t cry yet, Gem, we’re not even near the end,“ Etho teased.

He was referring to the movie they were currently watching—in torturous silence.

They’d been left to their own devices at Impulse’s base while he and Skizz got some chores done before dinnertime. Being a family weekend, Gem had been indulging in her littlespace all day, though Etho hadn’t been so ready to give in. His loss.

Stuck on babysitting duty, he’d put on a kid’s film—Luca—thinking it would keep Gem entertained. He wasn’t the most observant babysitter, Gem realised.

She had started getting antsy and bored halfway through, not used to being so still. And she was pretty sure she’d lasted at least five minutes since that feeling started, so she thought she was being very mature actually! Happy with her attempt, she swung her feet down from Etho’s lap and stood up. Approaching the toy chest she shared with Grian (and Etho really, though he was adamant he didn’t use the toys), she rifled through the contents and—after an internal deliberation—took out a sparkly Barbie hairbrush. She turned back brandishing the mere 1-inch toy between two fingers to see her brother smiling fondly.

“You wanna play, Gemmy?“ Etho asked in a cutesy voice.

He had no idea what was coming, she thought impishly.

Gem flopped back on the couch, shoulder to shoulder with Etho, and gave him the best puppy dog eyes of her life.

Familiar with her brand of little chaos, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What? What do you want from me?“ his voice was appropriately sceptical.

Gem’s lips pulled into a mischievous smile. “Well—“

“No, I’m not being the Ken in your Barbie game again… you make them make out too much for it to not be weird,“ Etho said carefully, a twist of disgust in his tone.

“Nooo, I didn’t want to play with the Barbies,“ Gem said, dropping her chin to his shoulder and intensifying the puppy dog act with a convincing pout. “Can we play hairdresser?“ She immediately grabbed his arm as Etho started pulling away. “Please? I promise I won’t give you the Impulse Special—“ tiny pigtails, glittery butterfly clips, satin bows, the whole shebang “—just a brush and braids.“

Etho gave her a withering look.

“Just a brush, no braids?“ she bargained with a charming toothy grin.

The softening of his glare was enough confirmation for her; he had just unwittingly booked an appointment at the best hair salon on the server! With a squeak of joy, she clambered to sit atop the back of the couch before he could change his mind. Legs framing his torso, she eagerly pulled his shoulders back so she could reach his head.

“Thank you, big brother,“ she sang, surveying his tousled hair.

“Just be gentle…“ he warned.

When she tried to part it down the middle some strands knotted together instantly. At her persistent tug, Etho sucked a pained breath through his teeth.

“Sorry, sorry!“ Gem hurried to apologise, dropping the white strands to inspect the job first. “It’s just really messy back here.“

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I combed it…“ he mumbled, tensing his shoulders.

No kidding! It was pretty hard for short, straight hair to get tangled (she would know as a professional play hairdresser), but it was clear Etho had neglected his hair for a while. This was a job the Barbie brush wasn’t up to.

“Hold on, lemme go get something.“ Gem clumsily shuffled down from her perch and skipped toward the hallway.

“No pretty stuff, Gem!“ his yell followed her.

Gem rolled her eyes at Etho’s paranoia and drawled back, “No, Mr Fragile Masculinity, I wouldn’t dream of it; just getting a real brush.“

She stuck to her promise mostly, only choosing to grab the detangling spray last minute.

Etho predictably locked eyes on the pink bottle instantly upon her return. “What’s that?“

“It makes your hair wet to help comb it,“ she explained coolly, putting her hands on her hips as she learnt from Pearl. Then added a fib for good measure: “It’s just water. Now are you gonna let me brush your dumb hair or are you gonna be a baby about it?“

That shut him up nicely. He shuffled further back into the couch cushions and landed his gaze back on the TV.

“Fine,“ he grumbled, pretending to have a sudden interest in the film. Though he was unable to resist adding, “It’s not dumb, it’s cool…“

Cleverly choosing not to comment on the peek of a blush above his mask, Gem resituated herself behind him.

“And this is meant to be a fun game, Etho. At least try to pretend you’re not you.“ The resulting elbow shoving into her shin was more painful than she let on. “Excuse me, sir! We don’t take this kind of abuse at our establishment!“

There was a light chuckle from her customer. “Okay, okay—since you’re being such a professional about it,“ Etho conceded. “I apologise for my behaviour, Miss.“

“Finally, some respect around here! Now sit still.“

“I am.“

“Nu-uh, you got the wiggles,“ Gem pointed out. He always got them when he was anxious. The aforementioned wiggles stopped.

With a nod to herself, she got to work on spritzing Etho’s hair generously.

“Gem!“ Etho whined after just a few seconds.

“What now?“ Gem squeaked in offense, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“You said it was water, why does it smell like product?“

Gem giggled despite herself. “Well, technically all hair products are mainly water. It’s just water with a bunch of other stuff in it, probably. And it’s strawberry-scented!“

Trust Etho the all-natural-food-freak to have an issue with that. As he complained about fake smelling strawberry products, she paid him no mind and split some strands with her fingers. (Apart from when he complained about her strawberry toothpaste—that was personal and warranted a short argument.) It was much easier to coax the knots apart now, but she had to concentrate so as not to hurt him. She thoroughly prided herself on how gentle she was when taking care of people’s hair!

After a minute or two of careful work, she got pulled out of her focus when Etho made a soft hum.

“All good?“ she checked, ceasing her movements.

“Oh, um, yeah.“ Etho readjusted himself to sit straight—only then did Gem notice he had been slowly relaxing down in his seat.

“Nice and relaxed there?“ she giggled, stroking her fingernails across his scalp as a tease.

Etho actually sighed, instantly sinking back into the cushions again. “Mhm.“

With a fond shake of her head, Gem continued her work. A smile stayed on her face with the knowledge her brother was actually enjoying one of her games for once. Even if he was pretty passive in the play part of it.

Happy that knots weren’t going to be an issue anymore, she picked up the brush.

“And now for the main part of your treatment today, Sir,“ Gem announced very seriously, gently guiding his head to tilt to the right. He was completely pliable to it.

As soon as the plastic bristles stroked across his scalp, Gem actually felt a shiver coast through Etho’s body. As if the high pitched whine he muffled wasn’t enough.

“Oh my gosh, Etho!“ She couldn’t help the surprised laugh.

“What?“ he bit back—too hasty, too defensive, too squeaky.

“Nothing, nothing…“ she giggled. A lot of people had a tingly reaction to people touching their hair, Gem just didn’t think Etho would be one of them. Especially not such a reactive one at that.

“You just try and enjoy your spa treatment, okay? I know it’ll be hard for such a tough guy like you,“ she teased with another gentle pull of the brush through his damp hair.

“Feels nice…“ Etho admitted after a couple more brushes. And was it just the relaxation, or did his voice become just a bit small?

Gem’s smirk turned soft on her. She brought her free hand up to adjust his head position, and left it there for support when she noticed how ragdoll it had become.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?“

Idly, while still brushing with her other hand, Gem softly trailed two fingers behind and around Etho’s ear then back again.

The man shuffled, pulling his legs up onto the couch and hugging his knees to his chest. A clear tell. Then his head lolled to the side, dropping on her knee. The wetness of his hair made an instant cold, damp patch on her overalls.

“Nu-uh, I can’t work like this!“ she scolded gently. At his little groan, she eased his head back up with her hand. “C’mon, cutie, you can do it,“ she encouraged in a light, bubbly voice.

“Gem…“ Etho whined, immediately shrinking into himself in embarrassment.

“What?“ she challenged with a distinct scribble of her fingernail on his scalp. Was that a whimper? She was far too smug for her own good; what excellent ammunition this would be in future!

“You’re bein’... big,“ he argued weakly.

“You’re being little. If you’re gonna go baby on me I have to use my babysitting voice. Them's the rules,“ Gem reasoned with a shrug he couldn’t see. The brushing went on.

“I’m not…“ Etho belatedly mumbled into his knees. There was no way he could believe himself with how small his voice was.

“Sure you’re not,“ Gem humoured gently.

The rest of his treatment went by peacefully. In all honesty, it only had to take five minutes to get Etho’s hair smooth and totally knot-free. But Gem gave him what she now deemed to be the Etho Special; very slow and gentle brushing, with an extra ten minutes of tiny strokes with the Barbie brush along his hairline. That’s where most of his reactions came from, she learned.

The result of those reactions being she was now stuck with a baby in denial snuggling her leg like it was a stuffie. She allowed it until the end of the movie (wiping her couple of tears away in secret), then wiggled her foot a little against Etho’s hold when the credits rolled.

“Alright, lemme down you big softie.“ He did release her leg—albeit with a whine under his breath—and she easily slid back down to the seat beside him. “Your hair is super pretty now,“ she promised, opening her arms to invite him for a cuddle.

Etho was never one to turn down a cuddle, instantly scooching hip-to-hip with her and hugging her torso without a word. In his apparent shyness, he ducked his head down and hid his face against her shoulder. She giggled at his intense snuggliness and let her arms wrap around him protectively. With an overwhelm of adoration, she placed a kiss on his still-damp head. She got a whiff of the strawberry spray.

“Mm, and it smells pretty too! Happy with it?“

His hair tickled her neck a bit when he nodded. “Thank you,“ he said, and his voice was oh-so very tiny and light, a pitch higher than usual.

“Aww,“ Gem couldn’t stop herself from squealing slightly. “You’re so welcome, baby brother!“

Etho squeezed her tighter, likely to cope with being called a baby. Similar to squishing a stress toy. She decided she was fine being his stress toy if it meant she got to be the big sister again!

“Thank you for playing with me,“ Gem said earnestly, voice gentle to match Etho’s subdued state. “I really love it when you join in my games.“

“I know.“ Etho scrunched his fist in Gem’s baggy jumper. Then he added quietly: “Me too…“

There was no negotiation needed for them both to settle into the cuddle—just a quick selection of another Disney movie by Gem, this time Winnie-the-Pooh to match Etho’s younger headspace.

Likewise, there was no talking needed to fill the calm silence, no plans for more games, no need to call in Skizz or Impulse. Gem was perfectly capable of taking care of her ‘big brother’ all alone. Especially going by how easily she had him dropping off to sleep.

All it took was her hand back in his hair and before long Etho’s knees had slumped from his chest to Gem’s lap. Once she noticed his breathing had slowed and deepened considerably, Gem felt a swelling sense of pride in her chest. The rumours were true, she was powerful! Even in this small way.

Even if Etho might not have been able to feel it anymore, she found herself not wanting to stop the gentle caresses of his scalp. His hair was considerably softer now and satisfying to run her fingers through. Plus, the fact her touch alone had encouraged Etho into his rare babyspace pleased her and she honestly wanted it to last longer.

She was aware Etho probably needed to be this little far more often than he allowed himself, and took it upon herself to push him there whenever she could. It was pretty easy for the most part, but her usual tactics didn’t work every single time. She reckoned because he was such a stubborn worry-wart! Even then, when he did sink anywhere near the vicinity of Baby—as much as he would deny that fact after—it was usually Skizz or Impulse who swooped in and snatched her brother from her grasp. Gem always wanted to take care of him when he was so small, especially when she herself was little, but their caregivers acted like she was irresponsible or too hyper or something! Not like she could easily and happily come out of her littlespace to be in babysitting mode, especially for her beloved brother.

Now that she had baby Etho all to herself, dropping off as she cradled him in her arms, a deep sense of calm washed over her. She even felt her eyes get heavier by the minute, lulled into sleepiness by his breaths like the ocean tide. Inevitable as it was, her fingers slowed and stopped stroking with her tiredness. Her eyes fell shut heavily. She gently rested her head atop his, feeling him stir just a little.

“Shh, go back to sleep, baby,“ she hushed him with a comforting squeeze.

He snuggled further into her hold with a little noise in his throat.

“Big sister’s got you,“ she whispered, faintly hoping he wouldn’t argue. It was only met with a content sigh. She smiled in tired triumph, body going limp.

Etho’s chest rose as hers sank, and vice versa; their breath falling into a gentle tandem.

“I got you,“ Gem repeated, slurring with sleep.

Etho’s responding squeeze was the last thing she remembered before they both fell into a serene slumber.

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[katescribblesabit]

I absolutely adore your art style! Do you have any tips? Specifically for the fairies cause I am struggling to draw them.

thank you so much! well, this is gonna be a long post.

Im gonna be real, the best art advise anyone can give you is to use references and to break complicated stuff down into easier shapes. for example:

this is my basic body skeleton! i always start with the circle of the head and work my way down to the feet. i have highlighted some part of the body which are actually just simple shapes.

the center line down the middle of the torso also helps me draw on collars, bra cups, ties, or any other more difficult clothing more accurate!

However i have to ask you, are you comfortable while you draw?

I remember when I first started drawing digital, i was really uncomfortable with the basic set up of my program. The white canvas and the light setting of the program was really bright and irritated my eyes. And the contrast of the pure black I used for drawing wasn't really helping. sketching and doing line art was my least favorite part of drawing because of this.

you don't have to draw on a white canvas, you can also use multiple colours for sketching if you wanted. Once I stoppend using a pure white canvas I noticed i stopped staring at a empty canvas not knowing what i wanted to draw anymore!

also sometimes when a drawing doesn't want to look right, i switch back to traditional. idk why but when my brain sometimes struggles with a specific pose or character design, it comes to me a lot more easier when I switch back onto paper. i guess the change of scenery opens up the creativity again haha.

don't be afraid to simplify stuff, you don't have to draw everything! As long as it still translates to the thing, it should be fine.

these two are a bit clip studio exclusive,

but Gradient maps! god how I love my gradient maps, it just makes the colours pop! I never draw without it anymore. I always pick the sunset gradient, put it in Linear light mode and put it on 10% (cus its really saturated on 100%)

usually i have it on while i sketch and line, and turn it off so i can properly colour and shade. i turn it back on at the end again

the clip studio assets has a lot of beautiful stuff in there created from other users. (a good amount for free too) for example I got the lace pattern of my shawl from there. and its really easy to import the downloaded stuff into the program.

now this is a drawing hack that blew my mind when I first saw it! i use it all the time and I just have to share this!

whenever you want to draw something random like sparkles, stars, bubbles, feathers, falling leaves, or anything that you want to float around your characters, position them in the form of a triangle.

its even better if you put two points of the triangle closer together and then the third further away. this makes it look random but still looking appealing to the eye, and not oddly placed.

now that thats out of the way! Fairies! The one thing i struggled with when drawing them first is their hair. I suggest looking through the fop tag to see how other people have drawn them and take inspiration from your favorites and make up your own. (do not trace tho! that should be obvious!)

when I draw hair I think of it separated in two parts, the front and the back. I usually start with the front hair pieces, then draw in the jaw, ears and rest of the head, then continue with the back section of the hair.

the only outliers of this are Timmy and Peri. when I draw Timmy (Ymmit as well) I start with his hat, before drawing his hair. Since I draw Peris hair-swirl over his hairline, i start drawing his upper back hair style first before drawing his head and then his mullet.

wings can also be tricky. the fairy wings i have given then have a more butterfly look. if you also want to base off the wings to real life animals or bugs you can use them flying as references to. Or you could even cut out the wing shape out of paper, fold it in the middle and take pictures in the angle you desire.

I hope this somehow helped, I thought about what could have helped me if I had known it sooner. even if most of these were for generic drawing.

[stilljuststardust]

Two questions today!

1: how do you force yourself to believe? With Loa you have to truly believe something but no matter how much I affirm I can’t *make* myself truly believe it without some sort of proof. How can I fix this? I *want* to believe, but it isn’t easy.

2: why hasn’t everyone manifested a better world? If manifestation is truly limitless, how come people haven’t already manifested things like global warming being not a thing or cool magic powers in the world or something like that.

Thanks for reading! :3

Answer "why can't I force myself to believe in my manifestation":

Hello again lovely to see you! I hope you're well. I added something bonus at the end I hope it's helpful.

Question one:

Your problem seems to be a reliance on the 3D for validation. LOA is not forcing yourself to believe something that isn't true. It's the knowledge that your 4D is in alignment with your desires.

If you rely on what exists in the 3D (the physical world) for validation you will manifest the exact same 3D. It'll be a reality loop, if you refuse to believe anything outside of it it will repeat what you've already been shown. Aka a manifesting Orobourus (snake eating its own tail)

IF deep down you don't believe the 4D to be real, you will only seek validation from the 3D, entering your very own reality loop because you're just manifesting what you already have.

At its core LOA is asking you to take your 4D as evidence and reassurance.

I cannot force you to realize your potential or to believe in yourself, only you can choose that.

A more hands on approach:

If you want to build confidence manifest something small and inconsequential. Like seeing a butterfly, someone wearing green nail polish, something you can believe in. Understand that the signs you see were put there by you through your own will.

ALLOW yourself to hold faith in it. What harm will it do you to truly believe in a butterfly or some nail polish? Is it so bad to trust yourself?

You can only find fulfilment within yourself. That's where it comes from. Go within yourself.

Question two:

How do you know they haven't?

This is YOUR 3D. You are limitless. What you see is not all that is.

People HAVE manifested away global warming or superpowers for themselves, but because their 3D conflicts with yours you do not experience it.

This is your 3D.

There is more to the universe than this. You cannot base your knowledge of all that ever could be on the small percentage that you have personally witnessed.

Hobo stew:

I was rewatching star vs the forces of evil and one scene is a metaphor I think would help you.

I have rephrased it to fit LOA because originally they're talking about something else:

"Imagine the multiverse is this big cauldron and reality is the bubbly stew inside, your senses are the spoon.

The spoon can only skim the surface of the hobo gravy, watery and brown, but if you want to get to the chunks you've got to dip down."

The surface being the 3D or the physical, it's only the surface of all reality. If you want the "chunks" or your desires you have to dip into the 4D. The spoon (your senses) don't go that deep, but it's where the chunks are.

There is so much more to reality than what you can see, touch, hear, or taste. Dip down.

Here's the YouTube link, it was the closest I found to an isolated clip, "dip down" is at timestamp 3:47

[dorksmithery]

Bora's Master Adventures, aka I played AkuNeko doodle compilation

Working Title: Lato enamored me with his penchant for violence and extremely polite speech but the designs were so banging that I had to illustrate my silly experience playing this weird but very loveable game. Fennesz is here for moral support.

Note: I only really have read up till the end of the Ball arc. Though I do know some spoilers from watching the stageplay clips and listening to the stageplay album, all the following doodles are my first impressions from the game up until Episode 1, Part 2, Chapter 32 (´･ω･`)b

All translations are my own work.

Obsession at First Mention

"There is a butler who lives in the basement floor called Lato, please be careful around him." "Oh no." "He (Lato) might become my fave" *He indeed became my fave lol

I looked at the red flag Berrian gave us and went "Oh okay. So I'm a bull now ig" It did not help that his design is so memorable but all the butlers have super distinct designs that have so much character packed into them. TBH I think my favourite design goes to Fennesz, the butterfly motif is enchanting and the way his outfit both matches and clashes against Haures is so fascinating.

(We will not talk about how I struggled so hard drawing Berrian. Bro should not be that difficult to draw)

Daimeshi Jamboree

"I'm (Ore) the master of the Devil Butlers!" "Ah.... That might have been too aggressive..." <- Usually uses Boku "M-Masterrrrrr....."

AkuNeko having the choice to play either as a female or male Master is peak actually?? Like it changes nothing lol but just having that option is so good. I use Boku and Watashi as my Japanese personal pronouns of choice so reading the Master option as Ore was jarring www I'm just a polite liddol guy, pwease

I did like the village scene tho. Ammon is probably the character I've changed my opinion fastest about, he's just doing his best and a little bit of an idiot about it. I will hear no slander about him.

The Greatest Honour I can Give

"Wear the outfits please." "A-Alright..."

"U-um..." "So this is the type of thing you like~" (Fennesz is wearing one of Lato's outfits while Lato is wearing one of Fennesz's outfits)

Get in the fucking dress boys

I like to cycle between Fennesz and Lato on my homescreen but whoever is on there is wearing a dress either way. I did indeed use screenshots to build the base of the last photo but one day I really do want to sit down and just try and learn the AkuNeko art style bc its so distinct and the colours pop so well while staying with the gothic aesthetic.

Fennesz is unexpectedly very cute when he blushes....

Animal Ears Gang

Muu is cute methinks. Not as annoying as other mascot characters but theres a lot of potential for him to grow in the story! I hope we get to see him grow up to be a wonderful butler ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

I honestly wasn't expecting to like AkuNeko all that much. I only really got into it because of the stageplay so to realize that the game is just as fun and the art is something I could definitely see myself trying to learn is really nice. The features like the study and stretches is also weirdly helpful? I've been using it every so often and setting up my own 15 min writing sprints with Lato breathing down my neck the whole time is actually kind of funny.

Will I continue playing? Who knows. The fact that my reading comprehension has improved by leaps and bounds since I downloaded the game is irreverent

[sylverkitsune]

Due to my recently amplified mama feelings I've been having lately and listening to the audiobook of Escaping Peril and absolutely ADORING Cliff, I've been playing with the idea of what the different tribes babies would look like for the first three years of their life, before they became considered dragonets. I also have a small personal gripe about the lil prince being big enough to wrap his arms around Soar's neck in the GN despite being about a year old. I also kinda had my own idea of what could give the tribes a more unique silhouette. So here they are! ^^

Starting with Seawings, I think their baby tails would be rather flat but pretty big to help with swimming. I wanted to also give them smaller wings and bigger paws since Seawings are an aquatic species and such adaptations could help with swimming better. I also like to imagine the inside of seawing eggshells are a mother of pearl sheen and a shard would be kept like we'd keep our child's first hair clipping or first lost tooth.

Next Mudwings~ I'd love to think they'd also have smaller wings and have the body similar to moo deng the cute lil pigmy hippo.

Rainwings, one of my favorite tribes~ I'd imagine they'd start out with smallish frills and glide worthy wings instead of fully flighted wings, as well as having to grow into their tails and they'd have similar leg structures to both pygmy marmosets and bush babies. Of course they'd be a chameleon green right out the shell.

Icewings should be fluffy and i am ready to die on this hill. Same as the Seawings, they'd have big paws but also wider to act more like snowshoes. There's also a velvet layer on the membrane of their wings. Their fur would be rabbit soft yet very dense to retain heat. They don't have their serrated claws and spikes until they become 2 years old.

I feel like the differences and similarities between Nightwings and Icewings are beautiful and nuanced. SO! I decided to play that into Nightwing design. I decided to give them fur, too, but more like a semi lion's mane and trailing down their spine to the tip of the tail. the rest of the design didn't really change except for how royals and indicators for seers. I'd imagine Nightwing royals would have been bred to have golden star scales under their wings and if the royal is a seer, they'd have a gold star on their forehead instead of a common's silver.

Sandwings i kinda kept the same, ngl. save for babies having comedically large barbs that would have a scute kind of shedding throughout life to become sharp. They'd also have very veiny wings and large ears to help with temperature regulation.

Now onto the Pantalan tribes!

Hivewings wouldn't have their sharp bits related to their abilities just yet. They'd have to develop them over time. I also feel like they would have their wings already but they'd be too small to fly right away.

Silkwings. so much design potential. I kinda stayed simple with butterfly themed silkwings (orange) but their wing nubbins would be soooo smol~!Their antenne would also be just little buds to start and grow as they age. Moth based Silkwings (brown bust) have more wing shaped ears, would become semi-fluffy as they age and their antenne would unfurl into a feathery structure instead of just thin like the butterfly themed silkwings. for now though, beby moffs have a tuft of fluff at the metaphorical clavicle of their neck.

Leafwings got a more literal take on their name. wings and ears look more like leaves and glide more than fly. Simple as it gets lol.

You'll notice Skywings aren't on here. Skywings I felt should be left alone since, while they are master flyers and have the hottest fire, even having a literal firescales mutation, they remind me of THE epitome of a dragon. plus, the redesign i had for them would complicate that very mutation since I made them feathery and fluffy. I might redo the redesign later so stay tuned to whenever i get that done.