#but i think a more friendly looking half mask would be cool!!

[ruff-puppy]

I would very much like to start doing a YouTube thing this upcoming year but also I'm anxious about showing my face so I'm kinda thinking about making a puppy mask??? Not like a pup hood mask, something a little more sfw (not that pup hoods are inherently sexual- but most platforms are ASSHOLES about them)

[gogo-gogurtman]

Oh, Darling of Mine!

Do you want to know what’s it like to have the Subway Masters crush on you? How they’d act when they catch a glimpse of you in the crowd? It was about time Cupid’s arrow struck these workaholic train men!

👉 Contains: SFW fluff, separate headcanons, Ingo x Reader, Emmet x Reader

🌙 I just wanted to write about how giddy the Subway Masters get every time they see their sweetie heart :)

🖤 ▵ 🔲 𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓸 🔲 ▵ 🖤

When love hits Ingo, it takes him a while to realize that these feelings aren’t purely platonic.

It’s either because he’s oblivious or inexperienced with romance.

Doesn’t matter though, because when he first starts to feel that pull towards you, he just knows that he always wants to be near you.

Ingo wants to be your friend so bad! But he didn’t know how to ask without it sounding like a business proposal.

Emmet had to ask for him and initiate the friendship. He was so forward with it, too. Ingo nearly pulled the breaks on the conversation because he was so red and flustered over how his brother put him in the spotlight like that.

Ingo thinks you’re cool. Your job? Interesting. Your stories? Pleasant to hear. Your Pokémon? Absolutely stunning and asks if you want to have a group play date.

Despite this all, he still manages to keep that frowny face. It’s kinda uncanny with him speaking nothing but goodness over you while wearing that frown but it’s charming.

Especially in the moments where his eyes softens and the ends of his lips curls upwards. Aren’t you lucky? His cat-like smile was only reserved for his family and close friends.

Every time he catches a glimpse of a color you frequently wear, his head immediately snaps up to see if it was you in the crowd.

His frown somehow deepens when it’s not you.

Ingo is such a gentleman! The type of guy to give you his coat on chilly days, open any doors for you and pull out chairs, keeping you close to him as he navigates through busy areas….

Basically, I’m a believer that’s he’s an old fashioned guy. An odd, old fashioned guy (and we love that <3)

Great man with great life advice. He’s got you when you need them (not for romantic advice lmao)

But like his speech, his advice includes heavy train analogy 🚂

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll make the effort to lower his voice around you.

Doesn’t realize that half the things he’s done for you can be considered romantic.

He really hopes that you will challenge the battle lines! If you make it to his cart, he would shower you and your team with loud praises and show you his best self when battling.

Ingo would even research your preferred Pokémon typing and interests. He’ll even give you advice of some strategies and be an active listener when you talk about your likes.

He would start to offer you potions and berries.

For a while, he puts up this friendly and professional front. He doesn’t want you to think less of him if you see his mask slip.

Like many, I headcanon him as the older twin, so he does harbor insecurities such as bottling his emotions to appear more “reliable” and feeling like it’s expected of him to make sacrifices for everyone.

If you offer him your shoulder to cry on and give him promises of being there for him, he would feel so relieved. It would touch him to know that you don’t mind him without his mask.

Mans so stiff. But he would like to slow dance with you.

He gets caught up in that daydream every time he catches the speakers playing classical or love songs at the station.

Keeps mental tabs on your favorites. Window shopping for Ingo will never be the same (He once stood outside of a display for twenty minutes debating whether or not he should get you an item he’d think you’d like.)

You’re just his favorite person (that isn’t his brother or Elesa)

As his feelings for you grow, he will call you by your name less and start picking up nicknames like “Dear” and “Dearest”. He did, on one occasion before confessing, let a “sweetheart” slip out. When you caught that, Ingo was not looking at you as he was busy hiding his red face behind his hat.

The day Ingo realized that friends shouldn’t be this affectionate and that he liked you, it hit him like a train.

Though, he accepted it quick, and changed tracks so he can see if there was a chance that you’d feel the same.

But by that point, his love for you grows to be too much. His heart yearns for yours, his soul aching to merge the tracks of life with yours.

With a pleasant restaurant marked down for later and his brother giving him a supportive slap on the back, Ingo faces you and in his own, loud, conductor-esque way, tells you how much he loves you. Do you feel the same?

🤍 ▿ 🔳 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽 🔳 ▿ 🤍

Love? Ha. No.

He acknowledges that you’re attractive. He acknowledges that he may harbor a crush on you.

But the minute Emmet feels his crush solidifying into an infatuation, he’s at war. He’s in denial about that.

Emmet loves to see your face, especially your smile with matching bright eyes.

He tries extra hard to be the main reason for your smile.

If you battle, most likely every time he sees you he’ll demand a battle. Get those handy dandy potions ready because he is still not going easy on you.

If anything, Emmet goes all out on your battles. An excuse to show off his skills and Pokémon. But if you lose, he doesn’t get in your face about it. He would praise both you and your Pokémon’s efforts and share some battling advice. He would also offer you potions and berries.

A favorite of his is spending time with you talking about strategies and both of your Pokémon teams. Think of all the combinations! Emmet would still enjoy it if you just listened to him as well.

Emmet also likes listening to you too! Your rambles are verrrry interesting!

Definitely look into your interests in his free time. He wants to be the best conversation person!

Also, gossip bestie. He likes a good gossip session 💅

Somehow, he always manages to spook you when he suddenly appears at your side. For someone with long strides, he’s pretty quiet.

It’s just that every time he spots you in the crowd, he immediately b-lines towards you. One time, it took Ingo ten minutes to realize that Emmet wasn’t walking with him anymore and had stop to talk with you.

Has a tendency to drag you around when he’s excited. Doesn’t realize it until you say something and completely do a 180. AKA, he completely removes himself from you and pretends that nothing happened.

Mans got a bad case of cuteness aggression. Why??? Are??? You??? so??? CUTE????

Replays your conversations in his head all day. Files any important details away in his mind for safe keeping. Emmet also tends to daydream about future conversations and how to wow you.

On that topic, also daydreams about successfully sweeping you off your feet.

He would like very much to go on different outings with you. It also just be a simple walk and it’s be enough for him.

When he gets offered sweets, instead of saving them for his brother, he would now offer them to you if you’d enjoy confectioneries (Ingo cannot know about this betrayal)

His signature smile does get a bit wobbly and rosey when he interacts with you.

Emmet also teases you. It can be by flirting or playful jabs. He likes to see all the expressions he can pull from you.

He’s very physically affectionate. Squishing your cheeks, full on hugs that squeezes the air out of your lungs, doing that hold holding thing where he swings your intertwined hands to match his strides.

Emmet would also respect it if you didn’t want to be touched. Last thing he wants to do is to make you uncomfortable.

You need an opinion? Emmet is as blunt and honest as an old woman. He will say that outfit does not look right and save you from a wardrobe malfunction. But he will tell you when something looks great.

His compliments are straightforward, you may end up with a red face.

His brutal honesty is also good for snapping you out of delulu land. He really doesn’t intend on making you feel bad, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t tell anyone, but when his feelings grow genuine, he has self-deprecating thoughts over how this friendship is an elaborate cruel prank of yours.

You can’t possibly enjoy his presence that much. Doesn’t he get annoying? Doesn’t he get too rude or too pushy with battles? Doesn’t his train talk get tiring?

Emmet thinks of himself as the weirder one of the twins. There’s not a lot of people approaching them with a genuine friendship, much less with him.

As the younger brother, he tends to downplay his misfortune and shut himself out when he’s going through something. He doesn’t want to add on any more burdens to Ingo.

But with you, you make him feel safe to act like himself. You make sure to let him know that he doesn’t need to cut out parts of himself to make you enjoy his company.

After hearing that, he decided that he can’t have you disappear from his life. You’re verrry important to him, now.

The Joltiks, man. You will find some stowaways on you, either by their own choosing or Emmet planting them on you.

Gets more starry eyed if you baby them like he would. The Joltiks are a testament to see if you’re a Real One.

Affectionately would call you “Dear”, “Darling”, or when you two are dating, “Baby”.

Emmet likes upbeat music. When he hears it, he feels like dancing. He imagines dancing with you and swinging you around and around.

Your giggles would be music to his ears. Don’t be shy now, he wants to hear how happy you are with him.

At some point, he comes to terms with the fact that he’s fallen in love with you. You, his friend that doesn’t shame him for being himself and being his rock.

There was no planning, no prolonging when he realizes this. Because when the two of you are enjoying a moment together, Emmet holds you close and tells you he loves you.

His pretty darrrling, would you like to be his?

[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Prompt

Danny Fenton is largely regarded as an ignorant slacker as a result of his schoolwork and study time consistently being interrupted by ghost attacks. Thankfully after Danny is crowned high king of the ghost zone he is able to reign the ghosts in and makes them all swear an oath not to cause trouble, they are still allowed to visit the human world of coarse, some even mask themselves as human and lead ordinary loves even while being dead.

With more time on his hands and little to no ghosts attacks Danny misses the rush he used to get. Then one day a man collapsed in front of him, Danny is able to save the man using CPR and he discovers his new affinity. Medical practice.

Danny goes to college and gets into a hospital as a resident after interning, not long after though the Amity Park hospital closes due to lack of funding and he is forced to find another hospital.

He got a good recommendation from his previous hospital to work at a hospital in Gotham, definitely far from home, but he doesn't let that stop him.

Soon after working there he finds the influx of patients to care for refreshing, he becomes widely known as a genius miracle doctor.

One day he's taking a leisurely walk when he found an injured vigilante, the Red Hood, hes not conscious and therefore unable to give consent for treatment. Danny cares for Red Hoods injuries privately away from a hospital so as to keep the vigilantes identity a secret.

Red Hood is cautious and rude at first, but slowly he learns to open up to the doctor and even get continuously treated by Danny.

Danny is just finishing a shift when he hears about Superman being shot with a kryptonite bullet. Despite using his powers occasionally to treat patients, he's been able to keep his ghost gene a secret.

However that's about to change. He arrives on the seen and pushes his way through the police using a bit of his powers discreetly to get through.

The heroes aren't sure what to do.

"My name's Daniel Fenton, I am an attending physician at Gotham General Hospital, I specialize in supernatural anatomy, Cardiology and Endocrinology"

"All due respect doctor, his skin is impenetrable, you won't be able to operate on him"

Danny kept a cool face.

"That would be true for a normal human, I can't explain right now, every moment we wait is time we could be using to save the patient"

Danny used his ghost powers to see inside Superman body.

Several heroes gasped as they witnessed the doctors eyes turn a glowing green and then his arm became transparent. Danny stick his hand on Superman chest and pulled out the bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out Superman's skin began healing and restoring itself.

Danny let out a breath of relief before letting the superheroes escort him to the hall of justice where they sat with him.

"I would like to begin with we all can't thank you enough Dr" Batman said.

"wow, Mr tall dark and broody is being nice" flash whispered.

"Yes but I'm sure you still have questions for me."

Several heads nodded.

"are you of an alien race?"

Danny chuckled.

"No, nothing like that. My parents were scientists who were obsessed with the study of the paranormal, specifically ghosts. When I was young, around the age of fourteen I would say, my friends convinced me to go inside the newly constructed portal shell that my parents had tested earlier that day."

He paused waiting for them to take in his words before continuing.

"It had failed to operate then so I went in thinking it was safe. I was wrong. My parents had unknowingly instilled the charge to start the portal on the inside of the shell. I didn't know it was even there until I tripped on some tangled exposed wire and my hand pressed it"

"did it hurt?" Flash asked. He got a few dirty looks for that question but Danny just gave him a friendly smile.

"in a word, yes. It was excruciating. I was electrocuted for a half a minute. On top of that I had accidentally started the charge to the portal shell while being inside. This caused an outside substance called ectoplasm to enter my DNA sequence permanently changing it"

"ectoplasm" Batman muttered.

"in simpler terms, I'm half ghost."

"That's not possible! You would have to be half dead to be-" Flashs words were silenced with a swift smack to the back of the head by wonder women.

"Yes, I am technically half dead. I had to battle these ghost entities for a while to make sure they didn't wreck havoc in the small town o grew up in."

"Forgive me, but of that's true why aren't you there now"

Danny chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous of their soon to be reactions.

"After I was forced to defeat the current ghost king and put him back onto the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the title became mine. I gained respect and control over the ghosts who were causing trouble amd was able to make them stop"

"Your a king" Batman stated.

"i don't refer to myself as such, on truth many ghosts helped imprison the old king, I received the title on a technicality."

He looked down at his hands.

"after the peace had settled in I had begun to feel as though a part of me was missing so I took up the career I have currently."

He smiled at them sweetly as he explained.

"My battle instincts help me when I'm in a crisis situation with a critical patient. With my powers I can calm them and safely restrain them if need be. As you saw today I can also better treat meta humans and alien races with these abilities as well"

"you went from being a hero to being a doctor, that's commendable"

Danny shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing a selfless thing for selfish reasons"

The league smiled upon him. From then on he was world renowned for his worldly expertise and protected.

Should I make this into a whole fanfiction or not? Because I want to go into more detail but I want to know what you all think first.

[graementality]

SOULMIND sketches!

Third image is a more detailed/fleshed out idea of what his outfit looks like (inspired by Cardinal's clothing bcus that's relevant to him in my AU + it's just fucking cool yk)

Some facts about the guy :3

The 3 points on his crown are supposed to be representative of HMS, pretty basic but yk

I was originally going to have him have this weird festering, gaping hole where his heart would be to show that Heart isn't a part of this but decided against it

His eyes glow (possibly his whole body too now that I'm thinking about it, yeah why not); if everyone was friendly with eachother in this AU, he would be used as a torch, but sadly, they are estranged

The two halves of his face move around almost like a liquid, the black half is basically a void and the white half is supposed to resemble Soul's original mask but it's a part of his face?? Yeah don't think too hard about it

Personality-wise, he would be closest to Mind's personality, since he's quite overpowering in this AU and is more or less the 'ruler'. Underneath the very harsh exterior tho I think he would be quite anxious; neurotic almost- bcus of Soul's 24/7 internal breakdown.

His religious status is pretty complex bcus of a number of factors, I would have to make that it's own post if anyone wants to hear about that :]

That's all I've got for now [: ]

[1-800-deactivatednearu]

woag character design notes

[i.d.: a drawn line up of the half life vr ai characters, from left to right, gordon, dr. coomer, tommy, bubby, gman, and benrey. /end i.d.]

yeah i skipped some guys , i dont draw some of them enough to have much unique designs and some of them are a png of a dog

trust me i am just surprised as the rest of yall that i am doing hlvrai art . design notes below (very long, mind your step)

gordon:

wow this guy dont got no head

i didnt want to give gordon a face because of how unexact the person is as the fandom engages with it. is it wayne rtvs? (well as presented to an audience, yes) is it gordon freeman? (well as seen from an in game perspective, yes) is it a whole new guy entirely? (well as

i cut the confusion and took it a whole new direction: guillotine

hlvrai being treated as a very broken game is fun to me as a design perspective, so if you (the audience) are not supposed to see his face, what happens when you see it anyways? missing texture time

there are eyes drawn over because i did not have confidence in my expressions at first and then it grew on me

i think if i were to draw (and i have drawn) an actual person under the mask i would still censor the eyes because that is where the vr headset sits!!

(i do not like putting an actual flesh to gordon though)

though i really like seeing how other people interpret gordon hlvrai it is not . my gordon ? we are talking about the same guy . but this is my gordo . i made this one . this guy my guy . maybe i should draw other gordon designs

i can draw the hev suit from memory and it is also the entire reason why i can render metal confidently

i liked how people changed the lambda to read ai :] i also have no clue if i wrote the lambda correctly

(i did, i just checked)

dr coomer:

as much as i draw/drew him i find it more fun to not stick to one set design :)

so a lot of my takes on dr coomer tend to jump from idea to idea, especially from what other people are doing, though they could be fitted to the left and right designs!

the left design is mainly based off what i saw in fandom spaces

we see rounder shapes, making for a more friendly and welcoming appearance

i think of this as straying from the more professional uniform of the actual scientist models

enter swimming shorts and bright yellow socks, for some reason

so now he kind of looks like a cool science teacher :)

it might be the lab coat

the right design is mainly based off thumbnails for hlvrai itself

these use a more angular appearance

i want to push how comically buff he is because of strength he shows at times, especially since his left design seems to completely down play it as a comically not buff man who is still very strong

the shadows on right design coomer get so much more harsh and exaggerated because i have comic books on the mind :)

he really does look like a dehydrated comic book character huh

tommy:

stick bug (he gets it from his dad) (this thought process is explained at gman section)

i pushed a lot of the saturation of colours in her design because i think tommy gets to be a little silly with it

fun art story of the day! when you color, try messing with hue! you might notice you can get away with a lot as long as your values are about right

i like pushing this with white because you can get away with a lot of things reading as “off white”

old faithful for me is cool shadows with a warm transition colour to keep things visually interesting

i keep making white objects the trans flag

happy pride

tommys design looks a little like a school boy, with the tucked in button up shirt+suspenders+shorts+jacket tied around the waist . and the primary colours . but like it is really fun to dress up so brightly

i actually was strongly inspired by medieval babies if that is a weird descriptor? i wanted him to both be a middle aged man but also a young adult

do not be like tommy, who has their finger on the trigger of the gun while not even looking at where it is pointing and good god he is squeezing the trigger . top ten firearm safety of all time

bubby:

the absurd part is that i think bubby is tall . he is just between tommy and gman who are exaggeratedly lanky .

i wanted to make bubby a pointy kinda guy, so he is the only one actually wearing the lab coat proper . and the only one actually wearing dress socks but not even wearing dress shoes

i wanted to give him a novelty tie but i was running low on ideas and running high on boreds so we dont get a tie

he does have crocs though!! in attack mode!!

i do think we all kind of saw his model and collectively decided it works for him because i have honestly not seen major divergences from his model?

gman:

stick bug

i wanted to stress the more spooky and unknowable nature of him and took it in the dark souls direction of “make bigger than player character”

maked too bigger

he cannot walk through any doorways but you will have to crane your neck to look up at him

in the opposite direction of tommy, i pulled a lot of the saturation in gmans design

it feels important to make them both not fully match the rest of the slightly less broken npcs because there was so much work to make them look cool so i have to respect that

actually a lot of gmans and tommys designs are made in opposite to one another

gman has a largely stationary face and very stiff line work

while tommy is pushed to expressive as possible

thats pretty fun, way to go me

benrey:

benrey also has two designs

and in both of these i keep getting too lazy to use a reference so  the vests are super plain (forgetting the badge and black mesa logo) . i think the helmet is supposed to be darker actually .

the design ethos of benrey was “built like a brick shithouse”

a friend of mine took this cooler and interpreted it as a shield/wall/barrier as a physical (and narrative) obstacle

again the first uses fandom designs

most notably the overcast shadow (seen in video thumbnails but i never noticed it or understood why so many people did it until someone pointed it out to me)

i think hlvrai is such a great medium because it acknowledges it is a game and is able to play into that to great effect! i think the shadow is fun to imagine as solid black as a small reminder of the impossibility of the space :]

benrey is a smug cat in the body of a human . to be honest . and this is the full range of emotion i have ever drawn him with

the second was mostly because as fun as taking creative liberties are, i just really wanted to see benrey as is: the half life security guard model in all its slight wonk :]

i actually do prefer this design . it is a little more uncanny because i choose the worst translations of the model . i like it because it is a little more uncanny !

that can be said for like . every single design in this line up huh .

[kyriethesquishysquid]

The Friendly Ghosty (Ghostface/Female Reader)

Summary: Reader comes home from a long day at work just to be accosted by a man in a Ghostface mask at her door. Things quickly go “downhill” from there.

Word count: ~3k

Rating: Mature

A/N: This is literally just all smut, nothing else. I was inspired by a recent dream I had involving a Ghostface cosplayer. Thus, we get some lovely, dark, masked man sex. I hope y’all enjoy! There is no backstory, but it’s made clear at the end that Ghostface and the reader have some kind of pre-established relationship, and the entire scene is consensual. P.S. This is a non-canon Ghostface, so they can look anything like you wish. His only descriptor is that he is tall.

TW: PLEASE READ NEW TAGS. THEY’RE IMPORTANT FOR POSSIBLE TRIGGERS! 

Consensual Dub-Con roleplay, dom/sub roles, breath play, knife play, fear play, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names (specifically rabbit/bunny used a lot), dumbification, praise/degradation, some overstimulation, some aftercare, breeding kink mentioned at the end. 

“Home sweet home,” you muttered under your breath, fishing your keys from your purse.

It had been a surprisingly easy night at work, with tips galore and decent customers, and it had only gotten better when you’d stepped out into the cool autumn evening. The full moon had been a kind friend guiding you down the short path from the diner back to your house, but you still couldn’t wait to bid her adieu, get inside, and take a nice hot bath. As the key slid into place, the sound of rushing footsteps suddenly sounded behind you but, before you could turn around, you felt a big hand covering your mouth and the bite of metal at your throat. 

“Ah, ah, stay still. Wouldn’t want to hurt you now, would we?” 

His words were muffled under the heavy pounding of your heart in your ears, but you understood just enough to manage a weak little nod. A sharp sting zipped through your senses and halted your motions immediately, your thoughts finally registering the fact you’d almost slit your throat open on his knife. His mocking laugh brought a warm heat across your cheeks. 

“Oh, silly little bunny, let’s get you inside before you have an accident, hmm?” he urged, releasing your face to guide your frozen hand to the lock. 

The next few minutes passed by in a blur. It was like you were only a passenger in your mind, observing yet not in control. The masked man was the one pulling the strings, instructing you to sit, stay quiet, and be a good “rabbit” as he moved about your home as if he had been here a million times.

Had he? That thought sent chills down your spine and some life back into your veins. Turning your head slowly, you watched him as he danced around the kitchen. The tall intruder was dressed in all black, a fitted black long-sleeved shirt and black pants, all put together with the infamous Ghostface mask over his head. He grabbed something from the fridge before immediately heading back your way. It wasn’t until he plopped down onto the plush loveseat catty-cornered to you that you finally spotted what he had.

A fucking water bottle 

“What-”

“Uh-uh, no talking yet,” he quipped, tossing the bottle onto the cushion beside you, “Drink. I just know you didn’t drink water while you were working.”

Lifting one brow in confusion, you cautiously reached for the bottle, only to earn an annoyed sigh from the man. 

“If I was going to hurt you, don’t you think I’d be more inventive about it than poisoning your water?” he asked blandly, lifting the blade you’d nearly forgotten about into the air symbolically. 

You nodded once in understanding and popped off the cap, dutifully drinking half the bottle in one go. 

“Good, now, get over here.”

For a second, you considered disobeying and demanding he tell you what he wanted until your gaze found the knife again. You weren’t sure how serious he was about using that thing, so, to air on the side of caution, you listened. The moment you were in front of him, he pointed to the floor before him without a word. 

It was demeaning, treating you as if you were a dog, but you complied. The instant your knees touched the carpet, he was quick to undo his belt and pants. 

“Been here for over an hour waiting for you to get home,” he grunted out, “You’re never late.”

Blinking in shock, you gaped up at him and asked, “What? How do you know-”

Fingers snarled in your hair and jerked you forward until your legs pressed into the base of the seat and you were nearly nose to hand with the fist jerking his cock. 

“You really are clueless. You’re lucky it was me who chose you and not some psychopath,” he chuckled. 

Yeah, okay. Like someone who knew your work schedule, put a knife to your neck, and threatened you to get a blowjob wasn’t a psychopath. Despite that, you couldn’t help but watch in mesmerization at how his hand moved, listening intently to the little breaths he let out with each pump. 

“I know what you’re thinking. It’s written clear across your face,” he sighed, “The difference between me and them is that I don’t want to hurt you, not yet. Just listen like a good little bunny, and this will all go over smoothly.” 

That shouldn’t have been hot, shouldn’t make you swoon, and sure as fuck shouldn’t make you want to suck his dick just to hear that praise again, Yet there was no denying the wet spot growing in your panties as you instinctively leaned in closer to him. 

Just as you were about to pull back and shake some sense into yourself, he tugged you in by the hair until his dick was pressed against your closed lips. 

“Come on now, rabbit, I’ve seen the things you do with that filthy mouth,” he sneered coolly, “Don’t get shy on me now.” 

You threw a nasty glare his way before thinking better of it, and within half a second, his hand was around the knife and holding it against your throat. 

“Mmm, see, that’s not what we’re going to do, alright?” 

Swallowing hard, you let your eyes dance from his hand to his mask and back down before you whispered, “O-Okay.” 

Parting your lips invitingly, you carefully leaned in as he drew the blade away and took his head into your mouth. The low groan he let out sent shivers down your spine. Fuck, why did he have to sound so hot? Shouldn’t a psychopathic killer sound and look as horrible at their insides? He cleared his throat and you quickly pushed yourself into motion. One hand balancing on his thigh, you wrapped the other around the base of his cock and began licking up and down the underside. As you traced every vein along his flesh, your mind began to wander to dangerous places where you were a little too into the situation. Were he not threatening your life, this would have almost been welcomed. He tasted good, felt good in your hand and against your tongue; heavy, thick, and filling.

“Enough teasing, let’s go, princess!” 

The instant he was in your mouth, he gave you no leeway. Hands in your hair, he forced you down until your lips met your fist and his head pressed into the back of your throat. You reactively gagged and tried to pull back, only to get held down. 

“Don’t quit on me now,” he huffed, “Move your hand.” 

If your mouth were free, you’d spew the most vile curses his way. Instead, you did as asked and sucked in a quick breath right before he pushed you down again. There was no way you’d be able to take him entirely, but he seemed bound and determined to make it happen, each nudge of your skull pushing him down further until he straight up thrust into your throat with a hellish groan. 

“Theeerrreee you go, rabbit. See, I knew you could do it,” he praised, voice breathless and growly in a way that had your thighs clenching. 

In the next breath, you were forced back down until your nose almost touched his belly. He hardly gave you a second to breathe, simply using you to his pleasure as if you were nothing but a fucktoy. And gods did it ever feel fucking fantastic.

You heard your name muttered thickly between little grunts and groans at one point and it drew your eyes up to him, only to find that horrid mask staring you down. 

“Mmm, good girl, look at me while I fuck your throat.”

A particularly rough thrust sent a painful ache through your muscles but drew an entirely different reaction from below, your pussy throbbing in want while tears dripped down your cheeks. As you slowly fell down the rabbit hole of subspace, you couldn’t help but get into the act, growing increasingly impatient to have him coming for you. You just knew he'd sound heavenly when he did.

“So fucking pretty when you’re crying for me. Just a little longer,” he rumbled, hand knotting tighter in your hair as he shoved you down again, “You can do that for me, can’t you?” 

Through tears and sniffles, you nodded emphatically and symbolically opened your mouth wider, taking him in with ease. The taste of his precum filled your senses and you couldn't help but moan around him. Immediately, he thrust up and shoved onto the nape of your neck until he crushed your nose against his abdomen, his broken moan easily hiding your reflexive gag. You couldn't breathe but it didn't matter when you heard those devastated little whimpers pouring from his lips.

“Fu-uh-ck, that’s it, atta girl, right- right there, fuck fuck fuck.”

The praise did wonders for the carpet burning against your knees and the overpowering ache in your throat. You couldn’t help but wiggle in need, debating taking matters into your own hands until he moaned again. Fuck it, there was no way you were waiting. Spreading your knees further apart, you balanced better against his thigh and quickly shoved your other hand beneath your skirt and panties. The moment your fingers touched your clit, you nearly came, a stifled moan rumbling around his cock as you worked him over faster.

“Ah, shit, are you touching yourself, bunny? Sucking my cock got you that excited?”

A rough gag drowned out your response as he jerked your head up and shoved you down with a moan. The moment you felt the telltale throbbing of his cock and heard his moans pitch, you pulled back just enough to catch the entire load on your tongue and watched him in awe. You couldn’t see his face through the mask, but the way his head tipped back and his chest heaved with shuddering breaths- oh, that was almost just as good- though you hated that you could barely make out his muffled grunts and groans through the barrier.

Swallowing around his cock, you quickly pulled back and licked him completely clean. 

“Sh-Shit, you-”

His words cut off with a harsh gasp when you took him into your mouth again. Your tongue swirled gently around his head before lapping up and down the underside of his cock. Seeing the way his gloved hands clenched and how his body shook in restraint, well, that was one hell of a drug. 

“Enough.”

Before you could react, he fisted a handful of your hair tight and forced you to a stop. 

“Get up here.” 

A slight wince escaped as your knees popped and ached under the sudden change in position, but you let him guide you up into his lap. Before you could even get proper footing, he widened his thighs to spread yours and slipped his hand into your panties. 

“H-Hey, y-”

Any argument you had died on your tongue the moment his fingers started rubbing your clit, the sensation of leather against your flesh startling but more than welcome. You nearly collapsed in on yourself at the sudden rush of pleasure, but he was quick to balance you with a firm hand on the shoulder. 

“No falling now,” he jeered through a laugh. 

“Sh-Shut u-uuuuup,” you stammered back, face flushing as his laughter only grew louder.

“Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over your moans.” 

Grinding your teeth together, you fought through the waves threatening to overtake you and spit out, “Fuck you!” 

A whine escaped your lips despite your best efforts when he suddenly stopped moving his fingers, having gone completely still and silent. It took everything in you, but you managed to open your eyes just to find that infamous white mask staring back at you, tilted in a cute and oddly threatening way. 

“Wh-Why- Why did you stop?” you breathed out shakily.

“Wanna try that last sentence again?”

“What?”

He huffed a low sigh and withdrew his hand, wet fingers digging sharply into your cheeks and drawing your head up until you were eye-to-mask. You couldn’t help but grimace as he massaged your slick into your skin.

“I know you’re a dumb little bunny, but your ears work fine, don’t they? I said, do you want to try that last sentence again?”

Your mind went into overtime trying to figure out precisely what he meant, but finally, it clicked. Lips parting in disbelief, you gaped at him momentarily before a little scoff escaped. 

“Because I said fuck you?” you asked for clarification. 

“Could I mean anything else?” 

God, that demeaning cocky attitude was gonna be the death of you. How could one human be so fucking… tempting? 

“Uh,” you muttered to yourself, “Uhm, I’m sorry… for saying that?” 

Though you couldn’t see his eyes through the mask, you could practically feel his gaze on you through the dark fabric. It was maddening. When he didn’t reply right away, you began to question if you had really and truly fucked up, but finally, he let out a chuckle.

“Good enough for now. I expect better in the future, understood?” 

Nodding dumbly, you couldn’t help but wilt in relief when he finally released your face, your cheeks blooming with pain from the hold. 

“Now, what are you going to say if I’m generous enough to touch you again?” 

Your thoughts felt as slow as molasses from the subspace fog rolling in, but you whispered, “Thank you?” 

“That’s right. Good girl.”

Face warming deep pink, you turned in an attempt to hide the embarrassing reaction, only to get a soft tap across the cheek. 

“Look at me. Don’t you dare look away,” he demanded.

You swallowed hard but turned back to face him, eyes focusing on the chin of the mask rather than the eyes. Even through a mask, it was hard to imagine making eye contact with him. 

“Fuck!” 

Your shock was quickly silenced with a firm grip around your throat at the same time as his fingers hooked up into your cunt. Any attempt you made to form a sentence was ruined. Instinctively, the hand not currently pressed against his chest wrapped around his wrist and squeezed hard in an attempt to control the situation. 

“What? You think you could actually stop me if I wanted to hurt you? That’s cute,” he snickered.

Before you could even begin to respond, his fingers squeezed uncomfortably tight to the point you couldn’t breathe. Fear flickered to life in your chest as reality set in. At the same time, a sick and twisted sensation of delightful devastation nestled warmly in your core, your cunt clenching around his fingers eagerly. 

“Silly little thing,” Ghostface sighed patronizingly, “I could snap your neck before you even realized. You understand that, don’t you? That I hold your very life in my hands?” 

You stupidly tried to swallow only to grimace at the pain before managing a stilted nod. It was getting harder to think, your emotions at war with your body. Despite the terrifying threat and the growing need for air becoming dangerous, that familiar pressure between your thighs was just as demanding. It wasn’t until darkness began to creep into the edges of your vision that you finally, cautiously, squeezed at his wrist twice in an attempt to convey that you were nearing the point of passing out. 

“Need something?” 

Embarrassment flamed your face red as tears spilled down your cheeks and your lower lip began to tremble, all while the slick sounds of your body’s betrayal filled the air. Out of nowhere, he loosened his grip, and you nearly came then and there. 

“Ohmygod!” 

Coughing and gasping for breath, you fell forward against him until your forehead was resting against his shoulder, your hands frantically clawing at his back as the sudden torrent of endorphins hit full force. 

“Good girl, that’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers.”

It was impossible to refuse his command, your hips already instinctively grinding your clit against his palm in search of that ever-nearing end. 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck, pl-please, yes!” 

Your pleas were broken and raw but unmistakable nonetheless. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered the fact that your nails were likely leaving scratches across his back, but that part of your subconscious currently didn’t give a single fuck. The well-practiced motions of his hand were all that mattered now. 

“Come on, then, be a good little bun and come for me.” 

A sob escaped your lips and you instantly muffled your cries in his shoulder, teeth no doubt leaving deep marks in his flesh even through his shirt as everything finally coalesced. It was all so much: His voice, the sounds of your wet sex, how deep his fingers reached, the constant pressure against your sweet spots. You couldn’t even make out his words, but just hearing him talk you through it was enough to break the last barrier of your will and bring forth the tears again. 

Sniffling and whining, you released your hold on his shoulder just to bury your face against his neck, singing brainless prayers of his name and the most unholy of curses.

“Fuck,” he groaned lowly.

His arm hooked around your back and held you tight as his fingers quickened, sending wave after wave of bliss through your veins and drawing out every last drop. It wasn’t until you were shoving against him, trembling and screaming for him to stop, that he finally gave you a reprieve. 

Panting for breath, you went limp against him. 

“Good girl,” he hummed softly, voice suddenly much clearer. 

Lips pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head before he drew back and you heard the shuffle of fabric again. Had you any ability to think or move, you might have tried to catch sight of your lover, but you were too brainless to do much other than breathe. The two of you sat in silence for some time to catch your breath, fingers tracing along each other’s bodies, until you were finally able to move and you pulled back with a little smile. 

“Someone looks happy,” he teased smugly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“I wonder why,” you retorted.

As you attempted to slide back off his lap, he steeled his arms around you.

“Hmm, where do you think you’re going?” he hummed quietly. 

Lifting your brows in confusion, you replied, “To the bathroom… to clean up?” 

His hushed chuckle sent goosebumps down your arms. You attempted to move again only to meet resistance from his hold once more, pulling a frustrated sigh from your lips. 

“What? Why can’t I-”

A little squeak of shock interrupted your words when he jerked you back down into his lap, the threat of his cock pushing up against the thin lacy barrier of your panties making your legs shake. 

“Because I’m not done with you yet. Now, push those panties aside and sit on my cock so I can breed you, bunny.”

[wyervan]

hiiii just wanna start off by saying I love your art style and general vibes ✨️ I'm a stay-at-home partner always in search of fun things to do, and I've recently gotten back into art after not engaging with it since I was a kid (largely because your sun n moon fixation rubbed off on me 😭). I've never tried digital art and it looks cool! Do you have any advice for a beginner like me?

Oh it makes me so happy when people say I inspired them to start creating again 😭 The DCA and the fandom brought me out of my own years-long artistic funk last spring. Clown power, yeehonk 🤠 🤡

I’m planning a significantly longer post in response to an ask I got ages ago all how I learned to draw the way I do, so lookout for that.

But in the meantime, here’s a couple things I can think of off the top of my head:

Specific tools don’t matter much. I currently use Procreate and would recommend it if you have an IPad. It’s an extremely simple but effective program.

On desktop, I use Clip Studio Pro, but Krita is another program I’ve used and liked AND it’s completely free.

I do also have loads of experience with Photoshop and other Adobe products but can’t recommend them at the price, not to mention they’re not super beginner friendly.

Hardware-wise, I almost exclusively use my IPad to draw because it’s so portable. I also have a Huion Kamvas pen tablet monitor that hooks up to my desktop. But I started doing digital art with a dinky lil Wacom tablet that was less than $100. There’s definitely a bit of a disconnect at first, not looking at where you’re drawing but rather on a screen, but you get used to it.

Bottom line is to use whatever tools are convenient and comfortable for you! I even know of a great artist that exclusively draws with their mouse. I realized I hated sitting at a desk and that stopped me from practicing digitally. I got an IPad and now it’s much easier for me to work comfortably on what I love.

Point two I’d like to make is take advantage of the capabilities of working digitally. This means using the godsent undo button to your heart’s content. Download fun brushes to play with and add texture. Use perspective grids. Turn on line stabilization so your strokes are extra smooth. Like what you’ve sketched so far but want to try something different? Duplicate the layer and work from there so you can go back to the old version if you change your mind. Radically change the colors or values with adjustment layers. Use clipping masks. Abuse the liquify tool.

A lot of this might sound like gobbledygook to a digital art beginner but just googling any of this terminology will get you loads of tutorials and information for your specific setup. Also I’m happy to go into details about specific digital art techniques I’ve picked up with over a decade and a half of experience.

Finally, and most importantly—make what you want to see in the world AND what feels good to make. This ofc is not exclusive to digital art, but I always want to stress this to new artists. I realized after I got into the DCA fandom that I had been letting shame, fear, and perfectionism keep me from creating the content I was really interested in making. But then man, idk. Frickin’ robot clowns amirite ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s like there was a secret agent sent into my brain and he uploaded a DCA virus into my mainframe or smth idk hacker style. tktktktkt. they’re in.

Anyway. Hope this helps! Feel free to send another message if u have more questions :3

[buglord-isaac]

Life Model - Part 1

Four weeks off sounded like a living nightmare for Ghost. Training and fighting was what kept him in routine and out of destructive thoughts. But… being shot in the leg did cause… issues. For his time healing, he had to walk with a crutch under his right arm, so he didn’t put weight on his injured right leg. Price had forced him to take those four weeks off, and had sent him to a paid-for apartment in a nearby city. Surely, he must’ve thought, Ghost would find *something* to do in a city.

No.

For the first week, he sulked in his room, laying in bed until he eventually went stir crazy and started exploring the surrounds. Coincidentally, that week of sulking and not moving did wonders for his leg. Sure, he wasn’t able to walk on it yet, but it was a whole lot less achy when he was out walking.

He started by establishing a walking route. This apartment he was forced to stay in was in the outskirts of the city. It would take an hour to walk to the city centre and an hour back. This was what Ghost decided to do. An hour to the city centre, buy food, go back ‘home’, eat, go walking in the nearby park.

This new ‘schedule’ turned out… rather good. The walking made him feel more useful. Less stir crazy. He was able to soak in the sun, or what warmth from the sun seeped through his jumper and mask. It was refreshing.

On the third day of these walks, Ghost noticed a community noticeboard full to the brim with papers advertising jobs, sales, events, and various religious preachings. Maybe here would be where he would find something *entertaining* to do.

“Group Prayer” - no thanks. Ghost didn’t particularly believe in that mumbo jumbo.

“Join the army!” - been there done that.

“Markets on Sunday morning! 6am!” - he’d consider it. Markets always had the best food.

He flicked through some of the notes until he found a hand written one pinned up with two blue pins. The penmanship was phenomenal.

“In need of life models to draw. Quiet environment. Music or no music. Any body shape, any gender, any clothing choices. Text me:”

This… wasn’t something that would usually interest Ghost. But today, after being cooped up in an apartment for months… it piqued his interest. He took a photo of a few of the notices, then made his way back to the apartment. He had bought a few food items that he could store and eat, as well as some fancy looking tea to drink while doing mundane and brain numbing shit such as reading a book Price had given him.

He made a cup of said tea, no sugar and no milk, he was sweet enough already (he lied to himself), and sat down at the tiny dining table. Here, he could write the dates of some of the interesting events from that noticeboard. When he got to the life drawing advertisement, however, he put down his pen and journal and texted the number.

He was acting on a whim and he knew it, but this would surely be more interesting than staying home.

“I saw your notice in the city. I think I would be interested in being drawn.”

The number responded almost immediately.

“Nice!! When are you free? :)”

Emoticons… stupid.

“Any time. The sooner the better.”

“Oh sweet :) tomorrow? I live about half an hour away from the city.”

“Time?”

“Any time in the morning, then we can have all day. Sound good?”

“Yes.”

“Cool!” The number sent their address. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“Ghost. I’ll try to come around 10:00AM.”

“Sounds perfect, see you then :)”

Tomorrow, 10am… with this overly friendly man named Johnny who he’s never met… fun. Ghost sipped his tea and sighed. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind him having a mask on and crutches. He *had* said anyone could be drawn. And yet… he felt as if he had to warn him.

“By the way, I’m a military officer on a break because I’m injured. I have a crutch and I will be masked the whole time. Is that okay?”

“Perfectly fine. I like variety.”

Johnny responded so fast…

[cryptid-writing]

[Diary of Acedia]

Warnings: There's no need for warnings. Except slight mention of murder.

Info: Just a little something I wrote for my spidersona. It's kinda like a look into myself, but through the lens of Acedia.

It's not much, but I like it.

-----

There is a term within Japan for what I am. Or at least what I feel I relate to in some way, to some degree. 'Hikikomori.' I’ve never gone to the same extremes as ‘true’ hikikomori go through. Literally shutting themselves up in their rooms, their apartments, living in filth and letting themselves go to waste. I could never bring myself to reach that. That part.. disgusts and frightens me. Yet, I can still relate. I make the efforts to tend to myself as much as I can. I’ve dealt with depression, anxiety, and can feel my mental health deteriorate if I neglect myself for one day too many.

It’s a horrible feeling.

Life is.. terrifying. I would like for my life to change.. but I know it never will. Maybe.. just maybe.. little by little.. I could reach that dream of mine.. to find a better life. One that would require me to change out of myself. My true self.

And that's not something I want.

There's fantasies, daydreams of one wishing to be someone they are not, the polar opposite of who they are. Sometimes I may think of that for myself, but it never feels right.

It never felt like I was imagining myself.

..I decided to move. Around 24 I made the decision. Around 26 I made it. Flying to New York to meet with a friend who started work there. I found an apartment and started to live there. Over time I slowly decorated the place with things I found and bought with what money I've saved up from what I earned from the job I was lucky to find for myself. Something quiet and with little interaction with others.

I was never good and never have been good when it comes to socializing. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells.. I feel alien among my own kind. Among the couple of friends I have, that I am lucky to have. Finding a sort of peace in solitude away from society.. it is unbearably lonely, however. I.. I want company. At least one other person to share this life of mine with.. someone to keep me company.. The company of another is genuinely.. comforting.

A year and a half go by.. and something happened.

Something.. changed.

Suddenly.. I found myself gifted. Able to perform acts I had fantasized about since I was little, thinking it would be cool or fun if I could walk on walls or crawl on ceilings. Without knowing what had occurred I likened my abilities to that of a sloth. An animal I liked the most.. I have a small collection of sloth things. They make me happy. They’re cute and friendly looking.. Just how I wish to be.

The weather grew colder.. I wore that outfit a bit more to stay warm.. Little did I know I’d unintentionally wind up being a hero in a way. Stopping some petty crime.. I had to find a mask or two to hide my face for a couple of weeks. I don't really know how most heroes do it. I felt silly, to be honest.

About a month later I found a man barely still alive. I was so afraid and so nervous. I rushed him to get help.. and I couldn’t help but check in on him. I worried so much. I.. didn’t meet in person with him, though. It wasn’t until a month later that we made a proper encounter.. after he nearly tried to kill his boss and then me. He apologized and thanked me for snapping him out of it. He introduced himself as Otto Octavius and I, Acedia, in return.

As further thanks, he later on helped to develop a proper outfit for me. I tried to decline, but he insisted.. I really appreciate it. The costume and his help. He aided me in my efforts to help others, starting when his business partner tried again to murder his boss then me for interfering. I hadn’t known at the time how horrible Otto’s boss was.

Not too long after, I and Otto’s friend, Adrian, had reconciled.. I think of him like a grandfather to me now. He’s done so much for me to make up for what he had done. I never really knew how much my life would change, although I still feel, even today, as though it hadn’t really changed at all.

In the following months so so much happened. I.. I was able to help so many people.. Maybe not entirely to have helped prevent what happened to them, but I was still able to help them in some way and that’s really all I could ask for. I even made some new friends.. Sure we may fight sometimes, but usually it works out. And even some friends who weren’t from here.. That was a wild experience.

Heck, I even met someone who would end up being my second partner, Quentin Beck. He seemed to really hate me at first.. I remember having a horrible experience chasing him in a warehouse.. It was such a terrifying experience, yet.. he, for some reason, helped me out of there.. After some time, he showed to really like me. I’m really thankful I met him, even if we didn’t have very good encounters at first. He’s been so wonderful. Him and Otto.. I’ve.. I really can’t believe I am in such a place in my life to be blessed with two incredible men.. without them I have no idea where I would be today.

..More months passed and I managed to help take down Norman Osborn.. Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin.. and that leads me to where I currently stand today. Writing this.

I’ve been through so much, I’m in a far happier place. I’ve made so many mistakes along the way, so many stupid, stupid mistakes, but I’ve learned a lot, too. I’ve.. also grown a lot. Not in height, but as a person. I’m still myself, though. Still afraid of social interaction, still afraid to open up and let myself be really known, still shy and unable to really speak up for myself.. but I’ve grown, nonetheless.

I couldn’t be happier and more thankful to be alive and to be where I am today. Although it’s still all so terrifying, I don’t think I would want to give up this life, the friends and family, that I’ve found.

My name is Acedia, The Cryptid Crawler of New York, and I’m happy to be me.

[dependante]

Ghost MW2 / Reader

Cee prompt, compt as one might say even.

Simon Riley/reader

CW's: none that I can really think of!

Wc: 2,400+

"You wanna switch?"

You scowl and tighten your grip, refusing to acknowledge the man in the seat next to you. It's only been 6 hours and he's already driving you crazy. The stench of cigarettes has already permeated the small musty cabin of your truck, despite his small mercy of rolling down the windows when he lights another up. 

"No, we've only got a couple hours of daylight left. I’ll switch when it gets dark." You say.

He lets out a noncommittal hmm at that and takes a drag instead of a worded answer.

You would fucking kill for some new music, the silence of the truck is stifling, but one more repeat of the two CDs you had (Santana's greatest hits- a gift from your dad and boyz ii men) would drive you both insane you think. The radio too staticky to really enjoy out here, and there was only so much npr one wanted to listen to. The last playthrough ended abruptly when the Santana cd was restarting and with more than necessary force Simon had popped the cd out the player and into the back seat, out of reach. 

Asshole. 

Why you had agreed to drive the man three states over is beyond you.

He’s not bad company, quiet, with a good sense of humor and patience but, you barely know the him and the last minute request from your friend meant you had scrambled into a road trip with an absolute stranger. 

–

“Please! It'll be this one time you know I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate!

You sigh into the receiver, looking out the peephole again to the mass of a man currently at your doorstep, wearing a balaclava? You move away from the door before you hiss into the receiver.

"You have this HUGE man at our door unprompted at seven in the morning and asking for you. This is crazy!"

You've begun to quietly pace the small expanse of the living room heart still pounding from the sudden wake you had. You'd rolled out of bed to the pounding at the door only to yelp at the sight through the peephole. Apparently, he had heard you as the man paused before gruffly calling out for you to call your roommate. 

Should've called the cops instead, you think grumpily. 

"Simon's cool I swear! He’s military, we’ve been talking for a year now, I just didn't know he’d be coming in. He's got no transport and flights are bad right now-"

What him being military had anything to do with trustworthiness was beyond you but she certainly had a type it seemed.

"No shit, it's right before the holidays." You say.

"Exactly! Listen you can call John, he's a friend of his- he’s the one that introduced us! He can vouch I swear."

You sigh, pausing in front of the door again. You liked Johnny, you trusted his opinion. He was a new addition to your roommates' roster but he was at least tolerable. 

Sans the mohawk.

"Alright alright, fine, but if I die it's on you."

"Thank you! We'll be waiting for you guys to get up here. I'll Venmo you the gas total."

You hang up before opening the door to the man behind it. The man, Simon apparently, stands in your doorway, backlit by the early morning oranges of the rising sun. He's tall, and you crane your neck up to look him in the eye, trying to appear stern.

"You almost gave me a heart attack."

His eyes scan you slowly, burning through you and you suddenly remember the little amount of clothing you sleep in.

"I assumed she would've called to let you know." He says monotone.

"Well you assumed wrong."

“Can I use your bathroom?”

–

"Between the mask and the smoke I don't know how you even fucking breathe." 

You see his jaw flex out of the corner of your eye. He wordlessly rolls down the window farther and tosses the half-smoked cig out the window. 

Not very eco friendly but you decide not to comment, having already obviously pushed his buttons. 

The mask was interesting. He had partially pulled it up in the apartment before you both left to formally introduce himself but had quickly pulled it back down as you left the apartment. A bit nerve wracking as you considered the fact he was most likely hiding his identity, but in for a penny in for a pound and some change you guess.

It's boring and the drive is long, your eyes fight to stay open as the cross state backroads you're taking seem to stretch on and on forever. The occasional jolt of a shitty road or bout of convo is the only thing keeping you present. No aux in your rust bucket unfortunately and now no Santana.

Upon seeing your lovely ride Simon had in fact not been impressed. Even less so by the mile meter. 

You've asked Simon several questions so far. How did he know John, how long had they been in the force together, what was being British like, everything. All of his answers entertaining but vague with details, particularly the questions pertaining to his job which made sense, but only made you more eager to prod much to his annoyance. You learned he was a part of a special ops group high up in military and that they were currently both on leave, unplanned. John had flown out first to see your roommate and Simon had only decided last minute to join, having told no one and unaware that they had gone states over. 

You couldn't quite get a straight answer on how the man knew your roommate. Oh so subtly you were trying to figure out if you were in the clear to flirt with him without potentially crossing a line, but again, he was frustratingly vague with the exact nature of their relationship. You really should’ve just outright asked if they’d fucked but you weren’t quite sure you wanted to hear that answer. 

Finally, the sun had begun to set and as you pulled into a gas station for a quick refill of gas and a moment to text your travel status. You swapped positions and Simon settled into the driver's seat. 

It didn't take long for you to nod off, kind of worrying considering that you could always be murdered by the man in the seat next to you. (He had brought his gun, you’d seen it briefly before he pushed it under the passenger seat of the truck, emptying the clip and setting it beside the gun. State laws and all.) But what could you say besides that you were an idiot and bored. Plus vote of confidence from John and location tracking makes it probably less appealing to murder you. 

–

You sleep fitfully, never fully falling asleep but still managing to let hours pass by in an unconscious state before you’re finally and fully awoken by the rising sun. You groan and stretch, popping the ligaments in your feet before reaching for your phone in the glove compartment. You note the faint playing of the radio. He must've gotten lonely, or bored. 

"I'm hungry," you state, not looking up from your phone. No new developments to be seen, just a stray email and message from your mother.

"Slim jims in the back, picked 'em up last night while you snored away."

"I don't snore and gross? Why would I want to eat that."

"Go hungry then."

He's teasing, you can hear the smile in his voice and as you finally turn to look at him disapprovingly you realize you can also see it. See him. Huh.

"You took off your mask?" You can't help but ask. You wonder what changed. 

His lips thin in a line before he shrugs.

"Got gross. No reason to cover up out here."

"Ah."

You almost wish he'd cover back up. Simon had already been attractive with just his sharp eyes and mouth and now? You can't help but subconsciously try to make yourself look a bit better, sit a little taller. God-god, get a grip. First man you've been slightly interested in for months and you're losing it. Not to mention the non-answers you had received about his connection to your roommate and their relationship. You hoped to get there soon. 

"I'm looking up a place and we're stopping. Gotta give you the full americana experience don't you know?" you say smiling.

"Right, no proper British breakfast here. You yanks couldn't even replicate if you tried."

"Oh my god yanks? Are you all trapped in the 1800s?"

"Just pull up somewhere already."

"Aye Aye Cap'n."

"Lieutenant."

"Whatever you say sir." You laugh.

A slight shiver and adjustment at that.

Oh.

Yes, you hoped you’d both get to your destination soon.

–

You end up stopping at a travel stop -slash novelty store -slash restaurant which works out incredibly well as you send Simon to fill up the tank while you change in the bathrooms and peruse the small gift shop. Everything is old and gimmicky, trying to sell you on a western fantasy with belt buckle fridge magnets, small boot shot glasses and of course, mood rings. You're debating getting a keychain pocket knife or ring when a hand grabs your shoulder and you startle. 

Simon. 

He towers over the racks and you in the store and looks down in amusement. His mask is back on you notice.

"Are you going try to make me jump as much as possible."

"Yes."

"It's not that funny" you say.

"Neither was forcing me to get the gas." 

"Aw boo hoo, here put on this mood ring" you grab the largest size and yank Simon's hand up from his side, pulling it into your palm as you shove the ring down on his pinky. His other fingers are too large. It definitely hasn't caught your attention at all. Especially not the way his hand dwarfs yours or the way he'd pull the stiff wheel of your truck. Definitely not.

"What does purple mean?"

"Huh?" You tune back in.

"The ring is purple."

"Oh let's see, it means"- you turn to the chart.

"It means you're buying breakfast."

"Bullshit."

"No seriously."

“Lemme see” he says, slipping off the ring and trying to peer at the small chart behind you.

“Nevermind that, you owe me some fucking breakfast for a multitude of reasons. Besides aren’t you loaded or something?”

He looks at you incredulously.

“When has working for the government ever made someone a rich man.” 

“Yeah yeah, fair point” you say, “Go look at the menu I’ll be over there in a second.”

“Don’t make me wait too long or you really will end up paying for yourself.” Simon says before stalking over to the door that separated the store from the dining area of the travel stop. You grab two mood rings and head up to the counter to pay before a CD wall catches your eye.

Oh yeah, there will definitely be some new music added to the next leg of your journey, Simon be damned.

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The food’s ok. 

Average breakfast for a good price. Despite his earlier shit talking, Simon had damn near ordered half the menu. Made sense, he was a big man after all. His earlier chattiness seemed like a fluke now in the midst of the general public, and by chatty you mean not intimidatingly silent as he was now across from you. 

You finish eating before he does. Occupying the time on your phone and occasionally glancing up to look at Simon before quickly going back to your endless scrolling. 

He would watch the doors and people as he ate you noticed, scanning them before looking at you awkwardly everytime. No such thing as subtle glances with him.

His jaw flexed as he ate, mask pulled up only enough to reveal his mouth. He had a strong chin, stubble, he must not have shaved the last couple of days. 

"Have you texted and let them know our eta yet?" Simon asks offhandedly, still scanning the room as his jaw works. 

"Uh yea, when you were getting the gas."

"Good, you have Johnny's number?"

"No, just my roommates, why?"

"You should have his number just in case, tell me your number and I'll text it to you"

You tell him your number and wait for his slow thumbs to send the message. His phone is something other than Samsung or Apple and it amuses you.

"I'm surprised you have a touchscreen phone at all."

"I like pictures, this phone is better for that."

"Oh yea? What kind of pictures?" you ask, leaning closer and raising a brow conspiratorial. He chuckles.

"All the kinds you can imagine, gets real lonely in the field."

"You've got Johnny haven't you?"

"Who said I wasn't sending beautiful photos of the country side as well?" He leans in, matching your position.

He's close enough that you can feel a slight bit of warmth emanating from him, the smell of drip coffee strong on his breath. 

"Fair, I'd also be sending pictures to Johnny if I were you. He's a handsome man and fun to boot" You state. 

He chuckles, staying just as close as before.

"Well you've got his number now don't you?"

Your face feels hot, whether it's from the proximity or line of conversation who's to say.

"Maybe I should, mind giving me some privacy in the truck so I can take some photos?" You ask.

"Hard to imagine one needs privacy to take a couple photos of trees." 

"You'd be surprised."

Simon gives a nonverbal response, a small hm while his eyes burn through you. You swear he takes a split second glance at your lips but you aren't sure. You look away and it feels like losing.

He leans back, the trance broken and leaving you flustered in its wake. Time to cool off, you think.

A moment of hesitation, before you lean across the table to pat your hand on top of his.

"Why don't you go change, and I'll go ahead and start the car."

He clears his throat and agrees, you get up and grab your bag before turning back to him.

"Oh, I picked up a new cd for us by the way. It's top country hits." You smile and head out the door before he can react.

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[popcornforone]

Gifting

I’ve not done this before but I believe this would be what 8 of the Pedro Pascal Guys would gift you on Christmas morning. A little bit of fun & some of you might not agree but this is what I think they would gift you underneath the tree.

Obviously some of these are not going to be minor friendly so best not to read if you are under 18!

Din Djarin

Din would look on (behind the mask obviously) & se you start to unwrap you small gift. The knot won’t undo so Grogu starts to use the force. You think it’s sweet but Din tells him off for not being patient. You undo the last layer of the brown paper & see that Din has gifted you some Beskar. It has his & Grogus emblem on it & you smile back, you are not a mandalorian. You then notice it has a hook & chain. Din comes & sits behind you & slowly clips in it place & you smile. Through his modulator you hear him whisper”your part of our clan now”

Oberyn Martell

You awaken in your chambers, usually a small bowl of fruit is waiting for you from your lover. But this morning there are 3. One filled with fruit, one with nuts & one with spices. There is also a large display of flowers in front of your mirror. You smile & slowly climb out of bed & see a note from your Prince. “I shall come to see you later today, to make sure you remember our day of celebrations”. Oberyn is a man of his word & satisfy you for an hour later that morning. He is greeted by his own gift of your naked body lying on top of the bed sheets.

Frankie Catfish Morales

Frankie is Sober this Christmas & remember to actually get you a gift. No last minute dash to a 24/7 store on Christmas Eve. Nope underneath the tree is that jumper you pointed out 3 weeks ago when you went shopping, plus a watch, yours stopped working a little while ago. You hold them up proudly & smile that Frankie has taken so much in recently. “Awww Frankie” you say & you scoot along the sofa & kiss him softly. “So perfect, you do listen to me”.

Joel Miller (pre outbreak)

Post out break Joel doesn’t even know what day of the week it is but pre outbreak would have spoilt you with gifts. Ginger bread house packs the week before to build. Flowers & plants for you to make a Christmas wreath with in advance. Candles for the Christmas table. It’s like he was doing his own advent calendar himself. But in the day he softly will wake you up & gift you a small piece of jewellery. It’s not much but it will be half his monthly salary. He’d slowly but on the bracket, neckless or earrings on you & then would pepper you in kisses.

Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey

He’s probably on assignment, saving the world. If he is he gifts you a bottle of the next years Statesmen for you to have & save for the future. But if he is home he’s got you something to make your life better. This year he has got you an air fryer. You’ve heard the rest of the world talk about them & he thought it was a rather cool gadget. You both wonder if you can air-fry Brussel sprouts to see if that makes them taste better.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus feels sorry for you. He’s not been a good boyfriend, but you understand being a super hero is more important. So when he is not in bed on Christmas morning you’re a little concerned. But then I’m he walks. “Breakfast in bed for my beloved” he’s made pancakes, proper coffee, fresh orange juice & there is a large bowl of fruit too. “I have other gifts under the tree for you but I promise to be here more emotionally & physically this year” he says before he slips back into bed with you to eat the breakfast & maybe have some morning delight.

Pero Tovar

Rice. He’s got you rice. It’s what keeps him going. He’s grumpy if he doesn’t eat & it’s his favourite. So him buying you 3 bags of rice for Christmas means you don’t have to spend any of your money on it for the next three months, which you are secretly happy about.

Dave York

He’s given you a couple of standard gifts over the day in front of the family, but as you both finish putting things away from the day, Dave hands you a small box. No one else is around the girls are in bed, the in-laws have left. So when you open the box & you see the see through nightdress & new vibrator, you blush. “David!” You squark. He lifts you up abandoning the rest of the cleaning away. “But I’m not wearing it” you say. “I know” Dave replies “I don’t want you wearing anything while i fuck you tonight”

[steadypet101]

CW: Long post

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"MM Miffy and Reagan selfies"

Finally, after a month and a half of working on this, I get to present my Reagan and Miffy art for Easter to you all.

Sorry about the delay. Real life has dragged me down a little, and I have small motivations to get to work. But I hope I'll have more motivation to work on more art.

Anyway, I have two small stories I would like to share.

"Miffy BFF kiss selfie"- On the couch of the Ninja Turtles' lair, Tiffy was watching cat and kitten compilation videos on her phone, smiling of how cute the felines are. Just then, Mikey showed up with a friendly smile across his face.

"Hey, T, can we have a selfie together from your phone, please?" the orange masked turtle asked ever so sweetly.

His voice has caught the telekinetic teen's attention and smiled, "Aww, of course, sweet Mikey. Anything for my BFF."

"Awesome!" Mikey cheered. "I have a new face I want to share on camera!"

"Okey dokey, then."

With that, Tiffy got up from the couch with her phone in hand, go to the camera app, and got close to Mikey with a smile. Then, without warning, the mutant turtle give his crush a small smooch on the cheek.

"Mikey!" Tiffy laughed as she snapped the camera. They both look at the photo with excitement.

"Wow, we look great!" Mikey beamed.

"I agree. We do look great," the petite teen replied. "At least warn me if you want to kiss me on the cheek next time, though."

"Heh, yeah, sorry about that," Mikey smiled nervously, blushing a little.

"Nah, it's okay. This picture is a keeper," Tiffy said with also a small blush on her cheeks and a smile. "Thank you."

Feeling relieved, Mikey gave her a warm smile."You're welcome."

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"Raegan radical buddy selfie" - It was nighttime at the local skatepark near the Reece sisters' apartment. Teens Raph and Meg were practicing their skateboarding skills on the ramps, having the best friends hangout. After their practice, they both drink their water bottles when Raph have a thought.

"Uh, hey. Why don't we take a selfie with your phone? I thought we can have a memorable photo of our favorite spot at the skatepark. Just as friends. Not all lovey dovey and whatever."

Nodding, Meg replied, "Yeah, sure. What the hell? As long as there won't be any surprise kisses."

"No, none of that at all, I promise, " the red masked turtle said.

"I promise too." The skater girl took out her phone, opened up the camera app, and put her arm on Raph's back shell and Raph put his arm behind her back. "Smile for the camera, Red."

With that, they both smiled for the camera, and Meg clicked the camera. Looking at the photo, they both looked pleased with how it turned out.

"Not bad, Red. We both looked cool as hell," Meg grinned.

"Thanks. You're not so bad, either," Raph said with a quirked eyebrow.

"I'll save this pic for my homescreen wallpaper. You want me to send this photo to you?"

"Yeah. I'd like that."

"Cool. And don't you think you'll be staring at the picture of me all day," Meg flirted.

"No way! I wouldn't dream of it!" Raph exclaimed with a tiny hint of pink blush on his face.

Meg laughed at his response. "Good, you better not, 'cause it would be creepy."

"Ha. Yeah, it would be."

--

Man, coming up with the dialogs for these two can be tricky. I hope y'all like this. I'll edit them a little later.

[thatsneakymedic]

(Spyverse) She steps out of the shadows, removing the mask that obscures her face. “You may call me Setsuna. Like you, I’m an orphan. We met a few times in Kirikagakure and you showed me kindness, though I had a sense it was maybe only half genuine. We’ve had brief conversations prior to that but I always wanted more. I don’t think you even remember or spared a thought for me after you left, it’s like we’ve never met. That’s when I began researching you, but you’ve managed to keep a clean slate. I like a complicated guy, a glass without a bottom, and you’ve gotten under my skin.” She reaches out, traces a finger across his collarbone. “I’ve spied for the Akatsuki before but now I don’t have any alliances. I wonder if i’d be of any use to you in the Sound.”

@setsunakae

He listens with cold indifference as he really tries to recall her face in the past as she explains who she is. When he was spying for ROOT in Kirigakure, he had to follow and learn the culture of the region and a lot of them were taught to not act too friendly with one another and to keep to oneself. Part of his mission was to also be polite and he would often would help out the unfortunates and those who couldn't afford to get their wounds healed. But he was trained to gather information this way by pretending to be an unassuming but helpful "lad".

Recalling her face, he did remember meeting her in the past. But he can't remember exactly what he did for her. Despite that she has claimed to wish to join the Sound, he is however highly suspicious of her as she is quite bold to admit of spying for the Akatsuki of all people. Worst is that he had almost never seen her before when he sees Sasori either.

He had more questions for her as he's not ready to trust her yet. And he caught on that she was also attempting to flirt with him too by running her finger on his collarbone too.

One important question is that how the hell did she find him, know about the Sound, and if she knows if he was also a spy for Sasori as well?

He decides to play it cool as he needs to keep calm and not react to her shocking questions. Shrugging his shoulders, he then sighs, "I'm sorry... "Setsuna". I don't know who this Akatsuki are, but Otogakure or "The Village Hidden in the Sound" is a newly made shinobi village with no connections to the larger great nations. Of course I live there, but you might need to look for a recruiter who knows where to take you. I'm not the guy who can give you the approval to join, but you should know that said recruiters are living in The Land of Rice."

Still, he is going to keep an eye on her and he would like to let Lord Orochimaru know that this woman at least has some claims to used to work for the Akatsuki.

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

Hi, I'm sorry. I overshared again.

My ship list is whack but what if Sabo and Marco? Listen, for context, I'm working on a Marcoace thing but that's another story. What if Sabo and Marco sugar daddy AU but Sabo's the sugar daddy!

I really should make it clear what my ships are, huh.

Their first meeting happens when Law introduces Marco to Sabo, the new hotshot surgeon who specialises in making prosthetics.

There's no way this branch other than HQ can afford Sabo, Marco thinks. Sabo knows this, and so he has this sickly sweet smile when he calls Marco baby and gives him his business card. Law sighs like it's nothing. He smiles pleasantly and hopes they can get along.

Apparently, Sabo is Law's replacement as Law moves back to Flevance to do a post-graduate thing. Fun...

Sabo smiles brightly when they meet again in the hallway on a Monday morning. Sabo proudly announces that he had already signed his contract. Marco says a mild congratulations, unnerved.

Sabo then kisses him square on the mouth. Marco laughed when he pulled away. Young squirt's got some fire in his belly, a smart mouth and psychopathic eyes. Marco knew he'd adore this one. It's only a matter of time, really.

They worked together well for the most part. Sabo covers Marco's clinics and follows up with Marco's surgeries. They don't really talk much but the few conversations they shared were polite and agreeable.

Law said Sabo's a friendly and down-to-earth person so that checks out, but Marco had this weird feeling like he's waiting for something. Some opportunity to strike...

A year later, they go on a business trip to a gorgeous place. They stay at a hotel owned by a very sophisticated, mild-mannered man named Iceburg who serves them personally. While Marco's having pleasant small talk with him, Sabo just keeps... staring like what's... with that?

Few nights later, Marco decides to go the bar and get a few drinks. Why not? He's in a beautiful country and half-way to ninety. He had always wanted to try champagne and finally had the time to do it.

The champagne was delightful and foamy up top. Pleasant. Refreshing. Slightly chilled—not bad, what's not to like?

As Marco's quietly enjoying his drink by his end of the bar, he heard some noise. Fascinating. He swivelled his chair by ten degrees and saw him.

A handsome young man with blonde hair tied up in a neat pony tail with a small, misshapen braid. He looked like a fairy from those children's books. He wore a navy blue shirt that flattered a slim, fit figure, a thick belt around his waist and plain black slacks that showed off long, toned legs. His scarred left eye winked at Marco.

Marco smiled. He liked what he saw. And then there's himself in a white shirt and a chubby belly. It's fine, but like-

"I finally have your attention. Lucky me."

Woah, wait. You look awfully familiar.

"What are you drinking?" He said. Marco frowned. Was this really Sabo? Marco only recognised him by his scrubs, surgical mask and spectacles. "This isn't that nice. There's a nicer bottle I recommend."

"You look like you'll have expensive taste," Marco said.

"I don't deny that," Sabo said. He called the bar tender and ordered another round for them both. Sabo tended to his hair while they waited. The drinks came and he continued speaking in that cool tone of his, "Actually, that's related to what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Cheers, doctor."

"Oh!" Sabo apologised for getting ahead of himself. "Cheers!"

They clinked glasses.

Marco drank a bit more and praised the clear, smooth flavour. Sabo looked at him with uncanny seriousness.

That's when he straight up said it, "Marco, are you interested in a sugar Daddy?"

"I'd rather not be one," Marco answered.

"No, would you like one?" Sabo clarified.

Marco thought they're both drunk but no Marco felt sober.

"What's the catch?" Marco said. He realised Sabo's keeping a respectable distance between them. "Do we have to have sex?"

"Not really, if you don't want to."

"Then what do you get from this?" Marco took another sip.

Sabo looked thoughtful. He smiled pleasantly, widely but not wide enough to be sincere. "I get the joy of showing a country bumpkin the finer things in life. I like to splurge on nice things, so why not share it with someone who likes it too."

Marco figured, "Why not?"

And splurge he did! The next morning, Marco woke up to a light knock on the door. Marco let them in.

First order of business, breakfast. Sabo ordered Marco a breakfast of freshly-baked breads of various types, jam and butter, paired with a basket with fruits covered in a thin film of sugar syrup. Marco liked simple foods done well. How did Sabo know? Was he that obvious?

And then there's a box of luxurious chocolates. Most were also simple, milk chocolate with a molten inside, but then there's other 'exotic flavours' like durian, sea salt and pineapple. Marco liked pineapple. It's a bit tangy and refreshing.

After that, according to the server, Sabo insisted they go on a little ride on a gondola boat in the mall nearby.

There, Sabo was ten minutes early, waiting by the entrance. Marco recalled liking Sabo for always being punctual to surgeries. It amused him to think that this casual date was just as important as that.

"Good morning!" Sabo waved him over. "Let's go, shall we?"

Sabo got on the gondola first and extended his hand to help Marco in. Sabo looked nice in a white dress shirt and grey slacks. He wore a studded watch and got his nails done. He had piercings and combed his hair neatly. Marco grew sheepish at his relatively casual outfit.

"I don't mind," Sabo said. "If it's a problem, we can go shopping."

Marco smiled. Asking him out on a second date so quickly, huh?

"That's nice. I need to buy a new suit."

"I'll buy it for you. Have you forgotten?"

Marco laughed. He really did for a moment. Sabo forgave him. The boat ride was smooth and gentle and the highlight of it was this gorgeous indoor waterfall. The roof was made of glass, so we could see the water swirl around up there. The sun made the water shine.

"It's beautiful," Marco chuckled.

He could feel the mist from the waterfall on his hand. The boat rocked a bit by accident. Marco laughed good naturedly. He thought it's rather funny to drown here. He didn't say it to Sabo whose facial expression made him uneasy.

"Y-yeah?"

Sabo smiled mysteriously. "It's worth it after all. I'm happy."

Right, Marco remembered that this ride fifty bucks. Everything Sabo gave him earlier costed money, real money he worked hard for. Sugar Daddy act aside, Sabo's still an intelligent, sharp, gifted surgeon and prosthetic engineer, even if distrustful. What's his end game?

Even if Marco wouldn't say no, why would Sabo waste his money so liberally? That bugged him. Marco had always been frugral.

Still, it seemed like Sabo's serious about buying him a new suit. Sabo texted him to meet him in the same mall the next day. Marco decided that, for once, he'll match Sabo's freak and wear a nicer shirt.

Wrong. Outdressed again.

"Hi! I see you do indeed have more than casual wear, I guess we're not a lost cause."

"Compared to you, I still am."

Sabo's shirt had pleasing ruffles and he wore a tanned trench coat. Marco didn't even tuck his shirt in. To a certain extent, Marco thought Sabo's being pretentious.

"We're going shopping," Sabo explained. "I like to call myself a connoisseur. I know what's 'in' and what's 'out', you see. Do you have any preferences?"

"I like being comfortable," Marco said.

"I can tell," Sabo said. "That's not a difficult condition to meet."

The first store they went to was a men's suit store. It's a luxury store, Marco could tell, and they displayed their bags and shoes neatly on little shelves on the walls. Arm around Marco's shoulder, Sabo greeted the shopkeeper and climed he had a 'reservation'.

"Luxury stores tend to do this," Sabo said with mild annoyance. "That's the only way to get their best service. It's networking, baby. Leave the bullshit to me and enjoy yourself."

Sure, Marco thinks. Why not? Sabo put his hand on his back and sort of pushed him forward. Sabo's strong. Marco's coloured impressed.

They went upstairs, where indeed there were more products than downstairs. Shirts, blazers, even some jewellery. Marco looked at whatever Sabo's wearing now and realises that Sabo's covered head to toe in their drip. It's amusing. Sabo pouted when Marco laughed.

"What?"

Connoisseur my ass. "You like this brand. Even your 'nicer' clothes from the hospital are from here. I recognise a few shirts here."

"I- So what?"

Sabo getting defensive, while strange, was adorable. Marco let it go. Maybe Sabo had a sentimental attachment. Maybe that's what Sabo bought with his first fat pay check after working here last year. Sabo did start wearing nicer things to after the second month or so.

Marco tried on various things and found that none of them fit him. Marco wondered what made him think otherwise. Was it Sabo's confidence? Was it the advertising being 'inclusive'. No, rather than think, it's hope. This meant something to Sabo, didn't it? But what?

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm not sure how to say this delicately."

"Then don't. Be honest."

"I'm too fat and hairy."

Marco laughed cynically. He knew he should work out and lose weight considering his age but alcohol was just too good. Marco glanced at Sabo and saw that his waist was slender and pretty.

Sabo frowned. "That isn't a problem. Is it supposed to be?"

Marco seemed unsure of what to say. Sabo sounded so serious too. Sabo glanced down and was surprised to see that Marco had a chubby belly. Marco wondered what he thought before this.

Sabo gave nothing away. "We'll go somewhere else. This isn't the only branch, or the only store out there."

"Don't you find it unattractive?"

Sabo shrugged. "More to love."

Later that night, Marco finds Sabo in the bar by chance. Sabo, being a bit tipsy, invited Marco to sit on his lap. Marco sat by the empty stool next to him. Sabo giggled and bought Marco drinks.

"How expensive is this stuff?" Marco said.

Sabo laughed. "Don't worry, baby! Order whatever you want!"

Marco tried to ignore the slight edge of desperation in his voice. Sabo's drunk, after all. Marco ordered a cocktail and got a pretty pink drink with a parasol in it. He and Sabo clinked glasses and drank.

"I'm sleepy," Sabo announced to Marco.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

Sabo looked excited. "Are we-"

"No," Marco said indulgently. "Not when you're drunk."

Sabo pouted and shook his shoulders like a spoiled princess. He's so young. With the way Sabo does his hair nicely, how he always makes sure his shirts were ironed, Marco had a strange feeling that he's pretending to be grown-up.

Sabo still had the childlike sparkle in his eye when he smiled. He still gets easily distracted by shiny things. He still likes candy, even if he tried to look apathetic towards it every time they walked past snack stores in the mall.

Marco sighed, "Why do you want to be a sugar Daddy? I don't think I've asked this before."

"Oh!" Sabo said, oblivious to Marco's thoughts. Yeah, he's gone. No 'adult' should drink this irresponsibly. "I like spending money!" He giggled. "I like buying things but I bought too much already!"

"So you decide that you should waste money on me?"

"It's not wasting!" Sabo whined. "It makes me happy!"

Marco frowned and put his drink down. Sabo's smile faltered a little but it's no less brilliant and sparkling.

"What do you want to achieve?" Marco knew Sabo's shrewder than this. He can't be so foolish, right? "I'm not 'poor'. I'm not attractive. You know you could get with a supermodel, or a celebrity, or another hotshot on your own merit. You have the connections and charisma."

Sabo's pout grew. Was he even listening?

Be honest, huh? Marco sighed tiredly and said, "It seems to me that you want to buy my love. Am I wrong?"

Sabo laughed. It seemed that Sabo knew that he's in no condition for a serious condition as he got off his stool and took his blazer with him. The bartender looked horrified. Marco paid for them both immediately and ran after him.

Marco caught Sabo who stumbled a bit. He stopped smiling when he heard Marco ask if he's okay. He rested his head on Marco's shoulder and mumbled something, under the impression that Marco wouldn't hear him. Marco heard everything despite himself.

Marco heard the words 'you' and 'love'. Maybe he's projecting? The prospect of a cool, confident and handsome young man liking him back was too good to be true.

Maybe Marco would piece it together when he's in a better mood. But for now, he'd focus on hauling Sabo back to his room.

The magic had to end at some point though. Sooner rather than later, they're on the car to the airport back home. Marco rented a car and Sabo agreed to sit in it. It's like a prince sitting in economy. It looked strange and disconcerting.

"How do you find the trip, Marco?" Sabo asked kindly, soberly.

"It's fun." He turned to Sabo and smiled. "Great company."

In the car, on the way back to their real lives, Sabo gave Marco a dark, heavy look when they pulled over at a red light.

"You're a good man, Marco."

Sabo smiled and leaned in closer to the driver's seat. "You're a brilliant doctor but you're not a dick about it. You treat people well and you're lovely to talk to. Quite frankly, I'm obsessed with you."

Sabo then kissed Marco's cheek, little by little. Marco's self control slipped away little by little. Sabo's scarred cheek produced this beautiful friction against Marco's facial hair.

"If you're my baby, Marco, I'd do anything for you," Sabo said. Marco felt his heart sing. "Anything at all, baby. Anything at all."

Marco groaned.

"What would you do, Daddy?"

"I like the sound of that," Sabo said sweetly. He got on his knees and pushed Marco's knees apart as best he could. He sings praises for Marco's fat cock and thighs. He leaned in, opened his mouth and took it in one mouthful.

"Daddy'll make his baby happy, even if it means humiliating himself."

Marco grunted.

"I might be younger than you," Sabo said. He shoved Marco's cock up his throat and sucked harder. He grabbed Marco's stomach and held on tight. "But I know how to please a man, especially one as handsome as you."

"Fuck!"

"That's right, baby. Let Daddy hear everything. Good, boy, so good for Daddy, let me hear you scream."

And Marco did and more. Sabo licked up all of Marco's cum, making sure not even a single drop gets wasted. He smiled widely as he did so, careful not to let his canines bite down on Marco's dick too much.

Once Sabo cleaned him up, Marco gazes down at him and sees Sabo fake a catty smile. It's wide and cocky but he sees his reflection in Sabo's eyes. He noticed Sabo hugging him for a bit longer than what's appropriate for a one-night stand.

Marco shook his head. He held Sabo's pretty face in his hands and kissed him. Sabo let Marco take control without much of a fight. So Marco heard him right after all.

I'd rather you love me for my money than not at all.

[lynaferns]

I like things that makes me think about this type of stuff

I'll answer under a cut

1. How did you get here?

Watched a Markiplier gameplay. I've been a fan of fnaf since fnaf 2 came out. Dropped off after pizzeria simulator and security breach with the dca brought me back.

2. Why these characters in particular? What was the hook for you?

Definitely their character dynamics. I love how they look, how they move, their ✨VOICES✨, but the dynamic between the two, how their personalities are portrayed, the character design, idk I just :]

3. How long have you been here?

Drawing them? Since the very beginning. In the fandom? More than a year or so, I don't really interact much with people (anxiety) but I've been here since I realize this was a long lasting obsession.

4. Have you actually played fnaf sb?

Nope. Game's buggy and I know I'll get frustrated playing it. I don't even know if my pc can run it.

But I would like to play it to search for secrets and get proper screenshots of some places for refs.

5. If you make content, what's your favorite piece you have contribute?

OOF don't make me choose. I have a lot of artworks.

I think this one because I spent a lot of time on it and I nailed the colors and this one other because I just love how the pose and anatomy turned out.

(I could put half my gallery here)

6. What's your favorite sort of art or fic? What genre/flavor/style?

Uuuuuh I think I don't have a preference for art, like, people always comes up with really cool artwork in any style they use so 👍(but maybe, just maybe, I have a preference for biblically accurate). I've only read 2 fics in my life and a few one shots but I can say with confidence slowburn friendship/platonic relationship.

7. What's your favorite AU?

...I haven't found any au that I could call my favorite, like ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(ó‿ò)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. They are all good and interesting concepts and designs.

8. Do you have any OCs, or have any OCs you are fond of?

Do selfinserts count as OCs, I still have others OCs in the making for my AUs but, idk, guess they're ok. Same for other's peoples OCs (I did like Riley from 'I See You, Sundrop!')

9. What do you think of the DCA's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

First time seeing them "omg u'r so ugly". After staring at the game model for hours "cute actually, ugly cute, cute creepy ugly"

I love how depending on the lighting their face can look friendly or really creepy. Like those Japanese theater masks.

10. What keeps you in this fandom despise the very small amount of canon content the DCA has?

The very big amount of fanon content the DCA has. Like it's crazy, every day is something new from the fandom. There is someone who organizes weekly magma sessions, the other day I saw someone talk about an animation proyect between multiple animator, we are making a DCA coloring book (don't know if I can say much) and everything is cool between people in the community(mostly?that i've seen). Sometimes it's a little overwhelming but despite some stuff I like this fandom.

11. Be honest: if you had to pick only one, Sun or Moon?

Sun.

Moon would beat the shit out of me constantly.

Sun.

I wanna hug him.

12. Thoughts on eclipse?

Before the dlc: I thought it was going to be like some sort of mindless entity (?). Like, Moon would take over Sun and they would fuse into some type of unhinged Sun with Moons chaotic energy. But they would be chaotic neutral. Not bad nor good, just eclipse.

After the dlc: oh, they're nice. Actually, that eclipse was just what they needed so 👍

13. Thoughts on pre-glitch Sun?

I'm not sure myself if Sun ever had a glitch but he probably would have been less anxious in the past and fun to play with.

14. Thoughts on pre-glitch Moon?

I think in the theater he would have been cartoony creepy evil, working later in the daycare more calm and good with the kids, and then the glitch messed up with the naptime and showtime programmings.

15. Do you interpret Sun and Moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate begins in one body? Does it matter?

Ruin seems to confirm they are two separate AIs but in some aspects I would say they are the same, there is something there to play with in AUs. But yeah, two people in one body.

How much it matters, depends on how you see it. For character development I think it matters.

16. What's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

Pure friendship/platonic AUs/fic. Sun expressing anger (not in a 'bitch' way, in a 'I'm at my breaking point, and tired, and just can't keep it together right now' way, maybe?). Moon being more chaotic gremlin like in the game (why do y'all forget that he makes little dances and flips in the air all playful while trying to lure Gregory? Or the tickle jumpscare? *sobs* I only see murder/soft/asshole/mean Moon (I'm not complaining of those, I'm asking for more canon Moons, I don't see them much if nothing)).

17. What's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

If I could filter the predatory art... I would be more comfortable browsing for art. (Not shaming, but it triggers me)

And Sun eating glitter glue

18. Anything you are looking forward to?

The god damn comic I've been saying I was going to make for my elves au. Finish writing the biomáquina au first chapter and maybe share it for opinions. I want to bookbind a fic that I really liked.

Also I want to learn robotics at some point 👀

19. Do you think you'd actually get along with the DCA if you met them irl?

Being honest, probably not. I need time to get used to people, Sun is a little overwhelming and Moon would try to suffocate me with my own pillow. But who knows!

20. Free space! Talk about whatever's on your mind!

This character made me look back in my life and realize about a lot of things I've liked since I was a kid. And half of made me want to learn how robots works irl.

alright dca fandom, here's some questions bc i'm curious. the funky jesters make our brains go brr, but why? treat it as an ask game or answer in the tags if you feel like it! :)

how did you get here?

why these characters in particular? what was the hook for you?

how long have you been here?

have you actually played fnaf sb?

if you make content, what's your favorite piece you've contributed?

what's your favorite sort of art or fic? what genre/flavor/style?

what's your favorite au?

do you have any ocs, or have any ocs you're fond of?

what do you think of the dca's canon appearance? Scary? Cute? Something else?

what keeps you in this fandom despite the very small amount of canon content the dca had?

be honest: if you had to pick only one, sun or moon?

thoughts on eclipse?

thoughts on pre-glitch sun?

thoughts on pre-glitch moon?

do you interpret sun and moon as two sides of the same person, or truly two separate beings in one body? does it matter?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see more of?

what's something in the fandom you'd like to see less of?

anything you're looking forward to?

do you think you'd actually get along with the dca if you met them irl?

free space! talk about whatever's on your mind!

[the-faceless-bride]

~~A new grave has been put in today please welcome our new arrival~~

Save The Show

You were never in the spotlight, your nerves would always get the better of you. You would stumble, mumbled, voices stuttered and cracked, and you became a mess.

But... That was only when you were in the spotlight, you felt more comfortable in the shadows. Nothing but dim light and darkness around you, letting everyone melt away getting lost in the music.

But even that came with its issues...

You were currently finishing up your hair, today you were getting ready for a final rehearsal before the show tonight.

You and your group were given the rare opportunity to perform in the Palais Garnier opera house, and everyone was ecstatic and even some jokes and half wishes of being given the chance to see and meet the Phantom.

While spotting the Phantom would be cool and might even amaze you, you had your skepticism about the whole Phantom bit. People have said and done crazy things for fame before, who's to say this isn't some elaborate scheme to attract attention?

You sigh letting the spray set in your head of curls bouncing a few to be sore they wouldn't fall out while you were dancing and moving around. Some of the curls were tight and well-placed others were a bit messy and fell from their original place but even if you'd prefer they stayed the way you placed them, you couldn't help but think the look gave you some character and you never minded that.

With that, you let onto the stage; taking your place with your partner Angel, his hazel eyes looking you over before he smiled fixing a curl and letting it fall over your face and you laugh.

You and Angel had always been best friends, the blonde male was handsome and needed a girl friend to help him mask his secret, and you were happy to help. It kept pesky sleazy pigs called men away from you and helped him keep his reputation by keeping his homosexuality a secret.

However, your smile drops when you almost fall over from a force bashing into your shoulder, looking over to see the star, the main attraction, the one and only muse known as a strawberry blonde beauty with a body to die for by the name of Caroline.

You and she never seemed to get along, you were fine and friendly at the start, but when you were cast as the leading role and her the understudy that friendly conversation turned to spiteful comments, you didn't even want the main role anyway that wasn't the role you applied for... So after lots of begging complaining, purposefully lessening yourself, and talking more than usual about how you've never sung Oprah before and how you would most likely mess up the show, you were placed in the background and Caroline became the star... But that didn't seem to calm her nerves any less...

You took a breath before getting in position for your dance, your voice was one of three background singers that were meant to harmonize with the lead but not overpower the lead or take the spotlight away from her.

But getting lost in the music can make it difficult...

You close your eyes letting Angel lead the dance as you sing your heart out, you had never sung in Oprah before this, but having taken advice from a mentor and getting lessons and now your first show was meant to help open you to more musical opportunities and you were glad you took the advice.

The music was hauntingly beautiful and the motions felt so touching and intimate, letting it flow through you. Almost gone... The only thing holding you to the stage... The world... The feeling of Angles arms grounding you.

Singing your notes, pouring all you had into it when suddenly... The music stopped.

Your eyes flew open and a frustrated sigh sounded throughout the empty theater, Coraline's eyes burning holes into your soul.

The instructor pinches her nose with a huff, "Darling... How. Many. Times do I have to tell you to keep your voice in check?! You keep singing over our main lead! As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm you are not the star here, you had the chance and you threw it away! Now, please!"

You mumbled an apology keeping your head down, hearing a scoff from Coraline.

The instructor huffs looking at you with a disappointing stare, whether it was because you couldn't follow her instructions or the fact she wanted you as lead but you turned it down was beyond you.

"From the top."

This was it the night of the show and you get like throwing up, but reminding yourself that in the shadows no one would notice you calmed you down only if a little...

The show was running smoothly, you danced when it was your part, sang, and gave Coraline props when your choreography had you do so.

It was all going so well... Until it wasn't.

Once the show hit an intermediate for the set and costumes to change it all went downhill.

The scene was the lead and the male love interest meeting at a ball and falling in love... However, when it was the lead's role to get on stage...she didn't show.

You weren't even on stage and you knew that by now Coraline aka the leading role was meant to be dancing her way through the crowd of dancing guests to get to the prince, so where was she?!

You were getting antsy and didn't was the night to be ruined, frantically asking where Coraline was before the final cue was given and it became clear to the audience something wasn't going right in the show.

But only getting answers of shrugging and frantic "I don't know"s and " I haven't seen her"s and running very low on time left you finally get the answer of "I saw her giggling with one of the guys meant to be in the background before she ran off with him, she must not realize that the halftime was over." Time was up, you panicked slipping on the lacy overlay on your ruffled dress and throwing on the leads mask before rushing out in the hope no one would notice, and the show wouldn't burn to the ground.

The back dancers didn't seem to notice the change in actress mid-way, but the man playing the prince did. But him seeing the frantic look and no sign of Coraline he got the idea of the situation and carried on as planned.

With your nerves and adrenaline pumping through you, you were able to get through the song to get to the next scene, you knew you were going to pay for your panic and stealing the spotlight bit you had to save the show.

But it wasn't all for nothing, because while most people were too entranced by the whole play to notice the switch in that scene, someone did.

He sat in his booth, his eyes only on you... Erik felt his breath hitch, you had stolen his breath away... Well... At least you would've if he had any...

(Might make a part two...)