#can i draw feet to make up for the fact i cant draw hands?

[karoochui]

What im hearing is:

Little crow feet outside my window bcs im feeding them- that’s besides the point!

Is there magic??? His shovel looks magic and they look magic

And do give me every detail you are thinking of for the series even if its in the distant future or not that relevant but you want to share

Crows!! Cute!! Also sorry i didnt get to this sooner my laptop BROKE (still broken but usable) and my mom and i have been looking for someone to fix it. Ive been drawing with it sparingly to be careful.

YES there is magic. Of course im still working on this storywise but im getting characters designs n whatnot done right now. Dynamics n stuff. BUT i do have some refs i made before my laptop broke.

I like to draw out certain stuff so that it helps with descriptions in the future; i have the worst memory so it helps to be able to do so. (More beneath cut)

Im so excited for moon's shadow form. Oh my god. Its probably my favorite thing right now.

Fun thing about it is that in this form he can touch you but you cant touch him. Something something you can be cast in shadow but you cant take it off yk? He's still light sensitive like this though, so if the area hes in isn't dark enough or he's hit with anything too bright he just reverts back. At that point he'd just have to rely on normal hand to hand stuff and his sand lol. The shadow form is just better for sneaking and speed. Really, he's some amalgamative idea of the sandman and boogieman. I thought it fit well with his whole "naptime attendant gone wrong" thing.

Sun's design, however, is more like if you mixed a cowboy, wizard, and gravedigger together. I made it a while ago on a whim with no intention behind it but then i ended up thinking "ykw would be so awesome".

The hat dips to cover the crescent side of his face (not intentional on his part) to symbolize his resentment towards moon and how he basically damned him to an hourglass. His eyes are easier to see bc of this which could seem more trusting (eyes are the window to the soul or whatever), but the thing is thats not normal for him (as we know) so it's meant to make him look suspicious and looming to 4th wall viewers. There's also the fact that i just thought it was cool too.

He also doesn't get a second form. Moon's sneaky and weird so i thought it would fit to give him some freaky thing iykwim. Sun, however, is a pretty "in your face" kinda guy, so his look and fight style is more extravagant and boisterous. Lots of swinging amd yelling and boom bang zap! Despite the showiness he's actually a longer range fighter. Mainly because unlike moon, thousands of years ago, he wasn't often one to get violent with his hands. His weapon is just obnoxiously large too though.

They are still one animatronic and their transformation is still triggered by light. Instead of an AI chip though (which is still in there but long dead), they live through the work of a soul. They're still physically inorganic but as far as spiritually they're as close as they're gonna get to being human. Their life and functionailty is derived from the magic itself, not the machinery. Like if for some reason they lost all their magic they'd just drop dead from a battery life long since drained.

The hourglass has a carousel-like design to it purely as reference to moon's level in Help Wanted 2.

Sorry for rambling so much but this is what i've got for you so far! I have a general idea for the plot but im tryna to make it more than what it is rn, so i dont wanna share too much of that just yet in case i change or completely toss away an idea.

[death---dealer]

Okay so I know you already went over kinks for our ape men but thoughts on blue with a praise kink? Like imagine it going hand in hand as you teach him about human mating 🥴🥴🥴

I would imagine it would start off very subtly. Like, maybe one day you're having Blue Eyes help you out with something?

"Can you please help me move this log? I can't get it off the ground." And Blue Eyes being the way he is, watching the interesting way that you form words, nods in silence before shuffling towards the log in question on all fours. He looks over at you once more, his heart racing in his chest for some unknown reason and there's a distasteful notion that Blue Eyes wants to impress you. Narrowing his azure stare for just a split second, you smile at him and he is quick to pick it up with such ease that you feel like you're going to swoon and slip down the already wet rock of the Colony. The way that the muscles rip against his furred shoulders, biceps and forearms. It isn't hard to imagine how easy it would be for the Ape to pick you up and carry you away---

Blue Eyes is looking at you, his feet staggering a bit at the newly acquired weight and you move a tiny bit to the left. "R-Right over here." Your red in the face at the small grunts that the Ape Prince gave when he lifted the wood before he moved towards your direction and sat the log back down in a perfect spot in front of the communal bonfire for you to enjoy the toasty nature of the blaze at a closer range.

Staring down at it, you draw your bottom lip in and mutter softly to him, "Thanks! You're really strong, you know that? Humans... Don't have muscles quite like yours."

And... Blue Eyes can't stop thinking about that. About you giving him a... compliment? Only him, Blue knows that it could be a blanket statement, that you could be talking about all Apes having more muscles than Humans, but he choses to fully believe that you were directing it right at him despite it causing him a slacked amount of discomfort for praise is something that he's not usually garnered with, in fact, he gets a lot of scrutiny from Caesar.

Which, he's not wrong to think. From that point on, there's more and more situations that Blue Eyes will find himself in, helping you in a very subtle attempt to get you to praise him. Something that he feels validates his unspoken attraction to a Human.

And it definitely will tie back into the Human Mating aspect once you two are at that point in your relationship.

On your back, Blue Eyes' thinned waist slotted between you open legs as he's languid to thrust his girthy shaft into you, enjoying the thrashing of your hipbones against his in an attempt to get the Ape Prince to go just a bit faster. The way that your head tilts back and gives him a tasteful view of your jugular, the way that you're moaning his name. All so strange and new to him but it makes his blood sing.

At least, that's what Blue Eyes thinks as he's experimental and reaches one of his hands between your caressing bodies, keeping his weight steady on the other forearm and he is lightly flicking your clit like you had showed him before. All air leaves your body at that and your hips canted forward as you groan a deep and throaty, "Th-that fe-... Feels so g-good, Blue..." And he just loses it. Hackles on his shoulders rise, Blue Eyes is making you feel good and you're praising him for it? That Ape is tearing into you within moments. If you think his slow actions are good, be prepared to experience the harder more vicious aspect of what he has to offer.

[emerxshiu]

tw: slight body horror, not much but it still is kinda there (also forgotten land spoilers)

Gemini Reunion

rlly long ramble next cuz i love talking why i did this and that and every detail unfortunately---

WAAAAAAAAHH this is definitly going into my top 3 favourite drawings i made, i didnt think it would end up like this!

i originally had a very simple idea, and well, i can never help myself with overdoing it can i? bad thing is i finished it around 5 am aka i barely slept, but i dont mind it at all, i just have been stupidly motivated to draw like i cant just put my tablet or pencil down for too long. fun fact: this was inspired by a fanart for something unrelated, but it reminded me of fecto and elfilin, and it ended up looking nothing like the inspiration lol

also if you've seen my other posts, yeah, that orb up there is indeed reused from another of my drawings, albeit edited to fit more here, the wings were just sketched as a silly thing, i wasnt planning to keep em but i really liked them. and those dots and lines at the very bottom are morse code indeed.

the two like, things that are between orb and fecto forgo are inspired by the weird like tentacles it uses to absorb the beastpack and elfilin, and also from antares, elfili's spear/cadaceus.

i really need to learn how to actually draw feet, ok i know that the only there is elfilin's with the sock but i actually drew the other one before i decided to make it melt into forgo, talking about melting, i only was going to do around the face, more specifically that chunk you see between its right arm and elfilin's hair was the only one i was really going to have, but then, i made it so the other side of forgo's face is also merging a bit with the hair, and then have one of the fingers of the other hand melt into the neck, and then the end of the tail and then parts of elfilin's legs.

elfilin is doing sign lenguage, it means help, poor guy.

also i really like changing elfilin's hair a bit to show how he feels, like, for example, i sketched him full so the little ahoge he has was also there, but like more stiff to show his fear, but had to erase it due to forgo, i also like doing this with the braid he has, if its like how i tend to draw it, then he a-ok! but here its very much almost undone to show his discomfort, and if its literally not even resembling a braid anymore, just like fully loose, either he was sleeping and the braid was anoying (i cant undestand people who sleep with their hair tied up, its way too uncomfortable), or he's like, really really like not there, like, um bad. i also made his tail a bit sharper and messy than usual.

that light orang-y thing sprouting from elfilin's forehead is based on the horns that fecto elfilis has, fecto forgo also has one here on the opposite side, but that one is more inpired from the horn coming out of leongar's head in the fecto forgo bossfight (yknow the chimera with like amalgamation and stuff)

also, forgo's tail is usually like, folded just like game but sometimes i like to like, extend it? (dunno how to explain) to have more expression and also for it to take more space cuz if its was like normal, it would only really have the upper part and a bit more visible since most of it is behind elfilin. also its not very visible but elfilin has the veins forgo has two in his chipped ear.

i was also going to use the blue eye scheme from when it fist opens its eyes for forgo but decided to go with the ones it has in isolated isles when morpho appears, mostly because they resemble the eyes of the beast pack when it absorbs them, and this drawing is very much inspired by those two cutscenes (Sudden metamorphosis and Gemini reunion ^▾^) i honestly dont know wich one to use for all forgo drawings ill make next, since in that cutscene it looks blue, but its body also looks blue, but its actually pink as indicated by the figurine and cutscenes in isolated isles and the chimera form, and also if you go out of bounds, lab discovera just has an effect that makes it all more blueish, so i dont know if the yes were actually like that or just the effect. i might alternate between them since i still like the blue option, it matches with elfilin.

also talking about forgo, i think it came out particularly very cute here, wich might add to the somethings off feeling, i mean it depends on who you ask.

the part at the bottom with like green and blue is based on the eternal capsule, it doesnt have bubbles in game, but it was to make it more obvious, and also because it looked nice to me.

you can probably decipher what it says at the sides without having to say it, i think its very much engraved into every kirby fan at this point, or at least, fecto elfilis/forgo/elfilin fans

i also made a version with the text in red cuz i couldnt decide, but now i like more the whiter version

i even made a version in yellow, but i stopped liking that one before i even saved it.

also elfilin still has the id-f87 in his neck, its just hard to see, forgo too has the 86 but you cant really see its neck, because i didnt draw it lol

fun fact 2:

i saved it up to 7 times in different files cuz i DID NOT WANT MY PC TO GO KABOOM. im still a bit scared to have lots of layers in a big canvas since the anniversary drawing for forgotten land, it did not explode but it went extremely slow, here at least the canvas was much much smaller, and the reason was mostly in case i need to delete something to not have as many layers or in case i wanna go back, i like to have backups of my drawings, aka a version with all layers that i can edit (.mdp, the file for firealpaca, for example for sai 2 it was .sai2, ah im remembering my sai days now) and a png file to post and also if i wanna look at my drawings.

if you are wondering why its called devilstrain [number] its because i was listening to that song while drawing and didnt know what to name it, in fact im actually listening to it rn as i write this, i really like it

i have some drawings started, mostly a chaos elfilis one, i think i already mentioned in a past post, i think im gonna stop that list i mentioned too since im feeling really motivated, maybe next time i feel bad about my drawings i can continue it, ah my eyes are hurting since yesterday wah

thank you if you decided to read my very unnecessary and annoying long ramblings, and also thanks if you didnt and just looked at the drawings, its undertandable (mucho texto i know)

Jambuhbye!

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Twenty Six

               “Dad?”

               Ghost and Laswell jerked their heads towards you when the three letters came out of you. Price looked at you with confusion and Gaz was by the door ready to take down the man you called ‘dad’.

               You shook her head back and forth rapidly, not believing the sight in front of you. Soap still held onto you to support you – not wanting to let you go and you injure yourself.

               “I-its not possi-possible,” you breathe out. Your chest heaving up and down real fast and your head becoming light.

               The man named ‘dad’ stood at the door and in a split second, Ghost and Gaz had their pistols out and pointing them at the man’s head.

               The man at the door remained calm, “Harley, please let me explain”. You continued to shake your head back and forth but now the shaking was becoming more violent, and you brought your hands up to your head. Soap pulled you to him and wrapped you in his arms.

               “It was all a set up dear,” the man said shakily. You lift your head out of Soaps chest and look at the man at the front door. You remove yourself from Soaps arms and slowly walk over to the entrance of the house. Slowly, the man holds his arms wide as if he is waiting for you to give him a hug. The closer you got to the man, the clearer your vision became and all the features your dad had, he had.

               “It doesn’t make any sense. I watched them shoot you in the head,” you say a few feet away from him.

               “Harley,” Ghost says through gritted teeth, “Do you really think this is your dad? If not, I’ll drop him right here.”

               You hold a hand up to him – telling him to wait. You cautiously stand in front of the man and look him in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth and you instantly grab a knife out of Ghosts pocket from his pants and slit his throat – blood spraying over your face and splattering on the floor. The man’s hands immediately flew up to the slit in his throat as he fell to his knees. You draw the knife back once more and stab him in the neck. Your force pushing him over on his side.

               “Reaper what the fuck?!” you hear Gaz yell at you. Some blood splattered onto him and the pool of blood pouring out of the man’s neck was slowly leaking towards him and Price. Everything had happened so fast that nobody had time to process it until after the fact.

               “That wasn’t my dad,” you say coldly. “And if for some chance it was him, it wasn’t. We need to move. I’m sure he was sent by Michael’s men and I’m sure there are more coming.”

               You hand Ghost back is knife and he grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. “You okay?” he asks you in a low whisper by your ear. You nod your head and wrap your arms tightly around him. Just being in his arms made you feel safe, but when he held you tight, it made all your problems go away.

               The deafening silence was soon replaced with two large trucks making their way fast down the driveway.

               “Those your people?” you ask Price as you pull away from Ghost. Price looks over to you, “Let’s hope so.”

               “If not, I’m sure you can handle them Reaper,” Soap says as he walks towards you and giving you a slight punch in the shoulder.

               The trucks came to a halt in front of the house. Dirt eloping around them catching up from their fast travels. The driver door opens on the first truck and a man stands up, turns, and faces the house – still in the truck.

               “Aye cabrone!”

               You slowly looked around confused while Gaz, Soap and Price walked out with smiles on their faces.

               “Alejandro! How you been amigo?” Soap yells as he jogs off the porch and approaches Alejandro.

               “Si amigo. Cant say the same for you my friend,” Alejandro says grinning and eyeing Soap up and down.

               “Ahh Alejandro…The ladies love me,” Soap jokes back with him as he put his hand over his heart.

               Laswell joins the rest of the guys out there, leaving you and Ghost in the house. “Who’s Alejandro?” you ask him.

               “An old friend that helped us take down a target several years ago.” He sees the look on your face. “He can be trusted.” That was all you needed. If Ghost trusts him, then you should too.

               Ghost gives you a small kiss on your forehead through his mask and walks towards the front door. You turn and follow him.

               “Ghost, my friend! How are you?!” Alejandro cheers.

               “Good mate, and you?” Ghost perked back.

               “Cant complain. Cant complain.” Alejandro pauses and then looks at Ghost with a grin. “Aye, I heard you finally got yourself a little lady friend, eh?”

               Ghost turns around and ushers his hand out to you. You take it and he gently pulls you to his side. “Alejandro, this is Reaper. Reaper, this is Alejandro.”

               You reach your hand out to him to shake his hand. “How did you pull this Ghost?” Alejandro taunts as he takes your hand and places a soft kiss at the top of it.

               “Solo estoy aqui para hacerlo lucir bien” [I’m just here to make him look good], you retort back. Alejandros face lit up and Ghost jerked his head back in shock.

               “La bella dama habla Espanol” [The pretty lady speaks Spanish], Alejandro exclaimed.

               You snort as you take your hand back, “I was stationed in Mexico for about half a year and didn’t have a choice but to learn.”

               “Aye, I’m glad someone else does. Now I have someone to talk shit to about these locos.” Alejandro grins wide at you before turning and greeting with Laswell, Gaz and Soap.

               “I didn’t know you knew Spanish,” Ghost says to you.

               You turn to look at him, “I’m fluent in 6 other ones too. Makes it easier to interrogate people whenever they ‘don’t speak English’” you say as you air quote ‘don’t speak English’.

               Ghost wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him, “You seem to amaze me more and more every day.”

               “Pft, whatever,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

               “You two lovebirds going to stay here or you loading up and getting the hell out?!” Gaz yells from the tailgate of the second truck.

               “Might do a bit of both Garrick,” Ghost yells back. His deep voice rumbling his chest. Gaz holds up his middle finger to you both and grins.

               After several minutes, all the bags are loaded into the truck bed, and everyone gets in between the two trucks, and you make your way to wherever Price has set up. The ride to the new base was long, but everyone was on edge the entire time – looking for snipers or some of Michaels men. The man who proclaimed to be your father, you just left there inside the house. Price mentioned that he knew people that would come in and clean up the mess, but you knew you couldn’t go back until this mission had been handled fully.

               You dozed off on the way to the base, resting your head on Ghosts shoulder. He lifted his arm so you could lay your head on his lap and get comfier while he watched out the window and looking over you for safety. Again, you felt safe. Ghost rested his arm on your side and the weight of his arm lulled you back to sleep.

               ---------

               The truck coming to a stop woke you up. Light pierced through the windows of the truck, hurting your eyes. You felt Ghost shift in the seat, and you slowly lifted your head from his lap. He opens the door to the truck and climbs out, while you follow – stumbling behind him. Your legs felt like static from being in the same cramped position for a long time.

               “Where are we?” you ask out loud.

               “Senorita, welcome to Los Vaqueros. My base here in Mexico,” Alejandro replied.

               The morning was warm and humid as you stretched your legs following Ghost to the back of the truck to get your bags. “I got these love,” Ghost told you with both arms carrying yours and his bags. You didn’t dare protest back, knowing it would be pointless.

               You turn to face Alejandro, “Where are we staying?”.

               “Ah, this way senorita,” he tells you with a grin. Ghost lets out a grunt as he shifts and grips the bags more securely. “You sure you don’t want me to help you with those?” you ask.

               “Walk woman,” he cuts back at you. You give a toothy grin and roll your eyes following Alejandro.

               “My casa is your casa. [My house is your house],” he tells you both as you walk into the base. “I’m assuming you two will want to sleep together.”

               Before you could answer, Ghost beat you to it, “Yes.” His tone serious.

               “Say no more amigo.” You couldn’t see Alejandro, but you could tell he was smiling. He brought you to a door at the end of the long hallway. A door that was secluded by itself and away from the rest of the doors and rooms down the hall.

               Before opening the door, he turns around to the both of you, “One thing I know about Ghost, he likes his privacy. I’m giving you the best room here,” he pauses. “Now, it may be a little dusty, but it will do.” He turns back around and unlocks the door – opening it.

               He flicks the light switch, and the luminous light filled the room. It was a nice size room – bigger than a traditional bedroom in any base you had ever been to. Simple and not too cluttered. A queen bed sat to the right when you walked in with two nightstands on either side. A TV parallel to the bed on the left when you walked in and a dresser underneath the TV.

               There was a door to the right of the TV and dresser and Alejandro walked over to it. “Not only do you two get an exclusive bedroom, but you also get a private bathroom too.” He opened the door and turned the light on in there. The bathroom was your average bathroom. Double sinks, a stand-up shower and a toilet. Simple.

               “The closet is beside the shower,” Alejandro told you and Ghost. You walk past Alejandro and into the bathroom getting a look around. No, it wasn’t as nice as the one back home, but it would definitely do. You walked past the double sinks and shower and walked into the rectangle opening in the wall. It was a nice size walk in closet, and you liked the fact that it was also a part of the bathroom so when you go out of the shower, you could just step right into the closet and get ready.

               “Thank you, Alejandro. Really and truly,” Ghost says as he reaches his hand out towards him to shake his hand.

               “Anytime amigo. I know you would do it for us,” he replies as he hands Ghost the key to the bedroom.

               “Of course,” Ghost replies.

               Alejandro takes a few steps away from Ghost, “Ill leave you two to unpack and settle in. Dinner will be around 1900.”

               Ghost gives a nod while you give Alejandro a warm smile. He walks out the bedroom, shutting the door. Ghost walks over to you and wraps his arm around your tiny body. “Welcome to our new home baby,” he says as he holds you tightly in his arms.

[aesethewitch]

what does each card mean for you when you do readings? ik you cant always get direct yes or no from tarot so when someone asks what would indicate more yes than no and vice versa?

Good question! The basic answer is, it depends. The long answer is:

Every card obviously has its own meaning. I tend to use the imagery over book meanings, reading intuitively based on what I know about color theory, object positioning, which way figures are facing, what cards appear together, how the cards come out of the deck (fliers vs flippers vs sliders vs stubborn movers), etc. A lot of factors can adjust the meaning of a given card. Knowing how to account for those adjustments and how to take the information on offer and turn it into a coherent reading is a key skill in reading tarot cards, and in other divination.

Now, as for yes/no questions, part of why I say it's tough to give solid ones is because the future is always in flux. No matter how accurate I am in saying yes or no, I could still end up being wrong in the long run. If you make changes or choose a path I didn't foresee, that could make my yes into a no, or vice versa. That's why I give the disclaimer of "this may end up being wrong or an incomplete yes/no" before answering those types of questions.

But what would make something a yes or a no? Again, it depends. The nature of the question changes the meaning of a given card, too. Let's use an example question: "Will I be successful in my career?"

If I were to draw the Seven of Pentacles, that's a pretty hard yes in my book. Pentacles are the suit of material reality -- wealth, financial success, and so on. It's why you'll often see this suit replaced with Coins. The classic imagery of the Seven of Pentacles is someone observing the Pentacle disks growing from a plant which has been carefully and lovingly tended. Its basic meaning is that success is coming, thanks to hard work and attention. Therefore, the answer to "Will I be successful?" is yes.

On the other hand, if I ask the same question and get the Three of Swords, that's a clear no. We think of the Three of Swords as a card of heartbreak and betrayal in love, romance, or other interpersonal relationships. But it can also mean other heartbreaks like painful disappointment. It's loss. It's coming up short despite the effort put in. And so, the answer would be no.

What if I were to draw, say, the Fool? That's a tougher one to pin yes or no onto in this particular example. In fact, the Fool is one I wouldn't interpret as either yes or no in this case. Rather, I would interpret it as being too soon to tell. The Fool is new, just setting its feet on the path. Its eyes are full of wonder, seeking fresh perspectives and getting started on a new journey. The Fool is potential. In the question of "Will I be successful?" the answer is: maybe. My interpretation would err on the side of suggesting open-mindedness and remaining alert to hidden information without losing the fresh-faced wonder of a new adventure.

But if the question was, "Should I start a new career?" and I drew the Fool... that's closer to a yes. The Fool's purpose is to start anew and begin again. Its advice is to take the chance and try something different, so yes.

I take into account the structure of the question, the suit, the imagery, and (in multi-card spreads) how the cards fall together. The spread itself can change card meanings, too, depending on whether it's a holistic all-cards-at-once type of reading or a spread where each card has a specific topic (past/present/future, Celtic Cross, etc.).

It's all circumstantial. Developing my personal style of reading took several years of practice, trial, and error. I'm entirely self-taught, and I didn't really use guides, websites, or other resources to figure out what I was doing. What I do, and how I identify yes versus no (and other answers), is going to be fairly different from someone else's method.

Some readers give each card hard yes, no, and maybe meanings. I don't think it's particularly useful; there are other divination methods better suited to yes/no questions. Tarot, in my opinion, is best used to identify options, possibilities, and missing information.

This ended up being longer than I expected it to be! So, a smidge of shilling: If you like my work, consider tipping me. If you'd like a tarot reading, I offer commissions! Thanks!

[slaashhher]

beach date | xavier thorpe

warnings: just fluff lol

paring: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

word count:719

authors note: kinda getting the hang of this, enjoy👍

going to the beach or even outside the lines of Jericho was definitely out of your comfort zone, but when your boyfriend had practically begged to take you there for your anniversary you knew you couldent say no.

“are we almost there yet..” you ask, breaking the silence of just the driving car. your boyfriend is obviously to focused on the road to hear you. “xavier!” he turns to you, obviously spooked, before the color drains back into his face as quick as it left. “almost there I promise” he smiles with that sweet smile you adore.

and as quick as you knew it, you where there.you stared out the window, breathless as you looked at the colorful sky filled with lights and darks, all blended in perfectly with the fluffly cirrus clouds, god it was so pretty, it reminded you of your boyfriends paintings. your eyes then drifted to the actual beach, which was almost as beautiful as the sky. white sand covering the area, with a small dock as the light blue waves slowly rushed onto shore and back out. you then noticed a small bench down the steps to the beach, right by the shore. you must of zoned out because as soon as you knew it, xavier had turned off the car ignition.

“here” he said, turning to you with that goofy grin he did when he was excited. It reminded you of a little boy almost.you heard his car door open as he got out, taking your hand as you joined him, walking down the plank steps almost built into the sand, you could feel the grains of sand under your feet,on the surface of the steps.

“I used to come here when I was little” he said suddenly, breaking the silence. “It was kind of my spot to come here and draw” he said, eying the waves as you walked closer. you turn to his tall figure. “really?”

“yes really” he replies, almost with a giggle as you two sit down on a bench by the shore, your hand still in his as he pulls you closer. wrapping his arm around your small build, he leans in and presses a tender kiss to your forehead which has your cheeks turning a tint rose as he looks back at the water, then, speaking again. “I’ve wanted to take you here for awhile you know” he admits, not taking his eyes off the waves. “it’s such a perfect spot since nobody is ever here” you turn to him as he on instinct, turns to you. “thank you for taking me here xav, it’s truly beautiful” you smile sweetly, pulling him in for a kiss. god he was so perfect, everything you could ever ask for was right here infront of you. how could you be this lucky, you thought. he must of been thinking the same about you as he spoke again.

“I love you, a lot actually. it scares me sometimes how much too” he admits, giggling and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for you. I mean, your truly perfect. seeing you smile makes me feel like all my sorrows go away, or just seeing you in general. i cant even explain it. but what I truly love most about you is your eyes. the way I can read you. the way you light up when you see something that makes you happy, or even when your sad. It just.. makes my stomach flip.” he admits tenderly, looking at the waves crashing onto shore. you sit there next to him, astonishined. “xavier..” you breathe, at a loss for words.

suddenly, he turns to face you. “I mean everything I said, every. single. word. your the best thing that has ever happened to me y/n.”

you find yourself with butterflies panicking in your stomach, bubbling, the feeling you feel can’t even be described. then, you pull him in for a kiss. as soon as your lips met you felt a electricity volt inside of you, like a lightbulb that was once off is sudden on. you don’t even know how to say it, ever. but then their on that bench by the beach you knew for a fact you couldn’t loose this boy. ever.

[honeekyuu]

Hello! I have returned!!!! Here to ramble at you again but what’s new? Since you said you love live reactions I am here to do that once again <3

I’m sorry I’m still dying at him calling us pretty girl. Like I will never get over it, twirling my hair and kicking my feet as I giggle. Honee I know you’re killing me. I can’t with all the nicknames. This will be the end of me (bakery anon has never been called sweet things like that-)

BAGAHA I’M LAUGHING AT HER DOING AN UNO REVERSE! NOT Y/N MAKING HIM GIGGLE AND KICK HIS FEET BY CALLING HIM CUTE AND SAYING SHE SMILES WHEN TALKING TO HIM. Honestly- same pookie…

Komori and Kita here to smack sense into Suna. Good job boys, knew I could count on you 🫡 I’m sorry he said “That’s my girl.” And my brain unhelpfully supplied me with Howl from Howl’s moving castle. I’m sorry for the person this fic is turning me into.

OKAY SO I AM MAD TOUCH STARVED BUT I DO IN FACT WANT CUDDLES. LIKE LET ME GO TO THE ART FAIR.

You’re feeding us good this week omg. WJFJJSJFJS “new favorite words.” PLEASE. HE’S SO DOWN BAD. GOOD JOB Y/N FOR OPENING UP. I’m so proud of her 😭😭😭 not to be dramatic but I would literally die for her.

AHHHHH HE WANTS TO SPOIL HER. YES. FIND ME A MAN LIKE HIM… like I would combust. JWJFJWJDJSJ TTM Y/N LET HIM LOVE YOU.

HONEE PLEASE THIS IS SO WJNFNSNDJSJ SCRUMPTIOUS. I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS. No rush though, I saw that apparently some people 😒 were being not very cute, not very demure, not very mindful.

IGNORE THOSE PEOPLE. I WILL WAIT PATIENTLY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE A CAT WAITING FOR YOU TO OUT FOOD IN IT’S BOWL.

Yapping Note Time: GUYS. I LOVE YOU!!!! YOU’RE ALL SO WORTHY OF LOVE AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!!! You guys are all beautiful and even if all you did today was read and stay in bed. You still did something you enjoyed and I’m proud of you! If no one else tells you today allow me, I LOVE YOU!!!! <333

That goes for you too Honee! but also! Remember writing is fun, write for you not other people. I hope your writing fulfills you and that you can look back and get happy when you see us go absolutely feral over it. I love you Honee and thank you for yet another banger of a chapter <3333

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪

HI BAKERY ANON HOW ARE YOU TODAY??? HOPEFULLY WELL!!! im gonna live react your live reacts lmao

suna will NEVERRRR stop with the 'pretty girl'. he has yn saved as 'pretty girl' in his phone, with a black heart and the blushing-hiding-behind-hands emoji like a fucking LOSER. his phone wallpaper is also totally the charcoal drawing he did of 'yn in a pumpkin costume' because he was killing time waiting for suga to figure out how to draw ballerina slippers on his jellyfish

suna is a down bad SIMP, when she compliments him he gets so god damn blushy and nervous and he cant get enough

STOP NOT THE HOWL REFERENCE,,,, bro suna needed his ass handed to him and komori is secretly evil so

she really did open up to him after like 4 days they really took 'friendship progression' and BASS BOOSTED IT

IM SO EXCITED TO KEEP WRITING THIS IT'S LITERALLY MY FAVORITE THING EVER

[kylejsugarman]

Good morning syd! Today is gonna be a great day!

When you get a chance, what are some fun facts about Demi? What is her favorite movie? Why did she want to become a vet? 🥰

thank u leighanne, today has been a good day so far!!!!! and omg do i ever love to talk about demi, she is!!!!!! its actually so funny u asked about her fave movie because thats something ive always had in mind for her for whatever random reason. her favorite movie is "back to the future" because it was one of the movies the family had on VHS as a kid, so demi and her siblings would watch it over and over. she's seen it a million times and knows that it's a little corny, but she adores it and usually plays the soundtrack while she's doing paperwork in her office or cleaning up exam rooms.

she wanted to become a vet because she always loved animals and enjoyed biology and medicine, but she specifically chose it as her path when she started volunteering at the animal shelter as a preteen/teenager just to get out of her house. helping the animals there and just enjoying their (theoretically) quiet company made her feel so fulfilled and happy, and she just knew that she was meant to be around animals. people can make her nervous even though she's nurturing by nature, so applying that natural trait of hers to animals (who don't judge or resent) was a perfect fit for her.

additional demi fun facts because she is an angel!!: her favorite color is purple (still cant believe u figured that out for ur first drawing of her), she really enjoys reading but specifically reading weird sci-fi and experimental fiction, she's genuinely horrible at cooking and basically subsisted on ramen and salad kits for her entire academic career, she runs hot and does NOT think it's funny when jesse puts his cold hands/feet on her when they're in bed, and she eventually gets a small tattoo on her upper arm after admiring jesse's for so long of a bow and arrow ("ayuluk" roughly translates to Warrior) where the arrow's tipped with a heart

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 9 - Supernatural kind of love. Episode 5.

Congo: Evan! *His voice was filled with confusion, and anger*

Andy: *I slowly got up from the piano, my voice breaking as I yelled out* Evan!…. Please! *I wanted to run to him, beg him to stay, but my feet failed me, and I fell on my ass, sobbing as the pain from the fall hit me* Please!

Evan: *He turned around and looked at me, frowning*

Andy: *I used every last nerve in my body to yell as loud as I could, hoping some miracle would let me get through to him* Evan! Please don't leave me! I love you!!!….. Please!!!

Evan: *He looked confused at me, then at Congo, and to my surprise he grabbed Congo's arm, just as he very obviously were about to run to me.* No, I got him!

Andy: *I no longer sobbed as I watched Evan cross the floor in a sprint, I bawled my eyes out like a baby crying for food*

Evan: *As he sunk down on his knees, he wrapped his arms tight around me, drawing me close to him. Holding me so tight I was worried he would break my bones, but I didn't care. I just dug my nails hard into his jacket, doing my very best to make it impossible for him to leave. And then his words roared through the living room, instantly making everybody freeze* I am not leaving!! *His voice was full of power, certain.*

Andy: *I just kept bawling, shaking all over my body, so much my teeth were clapping together*

Evan: *He lowered his voice and kissed my hair* I'm sorry Andy… I'm so so sorry. I don't know what happened to me. But I'm not going anywhere, I promise! I'm not going anywhere, you hear me?

Andy: *I was too afraid to answer, too afraid if I spoke up he would disappear*

Evan: *He hugged me even closer, like he wanted to protect me from the world, and didn't loosen his grip around me as his mom spoke up*

Hannah: What on earth are you doing Evan? We are leaving now. Right now!

Evan: *He spoke up loud and clear, with a hint of anger in his voice* Good!

Hannah: But I… I thought you were coming with us? I thought you wanted to be happy again? I thought you wanted to fix things. To fix yourself?

Evan: *I gasped as he let go of me and stood up, fumbling as I desperately wrapped my arms around his leg, begging him to stay* Mom! *His voice was loud and angry, but at the same time disturbingly calm* I am happy! Andy makes me happy! In fact, he makes me happier than I have ever been. And if you cant accept that, its not my problem, it is yours.

Hannah: *Her jaw dropped, and she stood there stunned, not a single word coming from her*

Evan: I don't need to fix anything, cause I didn't break anything. You did. You all did when you decided to look down at me and Andy. I always thought higher of you guys, but I guess I was wrong. You say you don't want me to live a life where people will hurt me based on my relationship, and yet you are the first ones to hurt me. To hurt Andy. The man I love. It shouldn't be of your concern that he doesn't have the "right" sex for me. We are working things out. We are finding our own rhythm. And as long as Congo doesn't have a problem with us, neither should the rest of the world, and especially you people that call yourself my family! The only people this relationship concerns is Andy, Congo and I. I don't need to fix myself, I am not broken. I am in love with my best friend. And that he happens to be a man isn't a problem for me, and therefore it shouldn't be for you either! But if you can't accept it, so be it. I wish for you all to leave as I don't want you anywhere near Andy again!

Lily: Uhm… does that concern me as well?

Evan: *Sighed softly and shook his head, as he reach down, grabbed my arm and quick but strongly pulled me up from the floor* No, Lily, you can stay. As long as you want. *He smiled at her softly, then turned to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, softly drying a few tears off with his thumbs, then he looked deep into my eyes, speaking in a tender voice* I am truly sorry Andy. Over the years you never let me down as much as I just let you down. And I hope you can forgive me. I love you with all my heart, and I do not wish to leave you. And it was about time I said it loud and clear enough for everybody in this house to hear it. I'm not going anywhere, if you still want me, I will be more than thankful and happy to stay. I love you more than any of my previous partners, and I once, all the way back in January, told you, that I think you are the one. I still stand by those words, even if I'm still both scared and overwhelmed by this whole relationship. But going through it with you by my side, makes it all worth it. And I wouldn't want to give up on what we have. I don't wanna lose you. Truth is, I'm terrified to be without you.

Andy: *I sobbed softly as he pressed his lips against mine, kissing them gently*

Hannah: Fine! Don't ever come home again! There is no home for you any longer, you can rot here for all I care!

Congo: *His voice roared loud and deep* ENOUGH! I have been more than patient tonight, I suggest everyone except Lily leaves, RIGHT NOW! Or I'm afraid I will have to ask my good friend the town police chief to make a late night visit. I invited you all in, on the one condition that you would be respectful, you have been everything but that. Evan doesn't need a home, he already has a home right here. So you can pack all of your threats and bitterness away and take it with you as you leave!

Robert: *He quickly grabbed on to his wife's arm and dragged her out the door*

Rose: *She stood halfway in the door, halfway still inside the house*

Hannah: Are you coming Rose?!

Rose: *She looked at her mom, and suddenly the confident police woman she was, came up in her* No mom, I think I would like to stay. If it's okay with Andy, Congo and Evan? *She smiled softly as she looked at us all 3.*

Congo: *Sighed softly* it's fine with me as long as my condition will be practised… so it's up to Andy and Evan to decide if they want you here.

Evan: *He looked at me concerned, caressing my cheek softly* can you handle it?

Andy: *I sniffled my nose and nodded softly* I think so…

Evan: *He smiled softly and kissed my forehead* please don't compromise yourself. If its too much, just tell me. Lily and her can stay at a motel. Or get my keys for my house.

Rose: Sure! We don't have to stay here, I understand fully if it's too much to handle. I would be more than thankful if we were allowed to stay at your house Evan.

Andy: *I shook my head softly* Daniel is in there, naked.

Evan: *Chuckled softly* Thank you. *He turned towards his sisters, and lifted me up, carrying me princess style, smiling softly as he felt my fingers dig into his chest and neck, hiding my face against him, as I sniffled my nose* Lily and Rose, you can both stay. The rest of you… *He didn't finish his sentence as I heard his voice break, he just turned around and carried me downstairs.*

Congo: *I heard him mumble something before firmly closing the door.*

[maddies-art-corner]

Ironqrow Week || Day 1: Opposites Attract

Goth goth and jock nerd fall in love, or as i like to say, disaster bi meets distinguished gay

ft young(er) ironqrow

[bylrlvr]

reminder that karen wheeler told mike wheeler, “all this, that’s been going on with will, i cant imagine what its been like for you. i just... i want you to know that you can talk to me. i never want you to feel like you have to hide anything from me (meanwhile el is hiding in the closet in mike’s room!!!!) i’m here for you, okay?"

reminder that mike wheeler has a ‘one-way’ sign pointing towards his closet in his room!!!

reminder that mike wheeler has a binder full of will’s drawings that he looks at for comfort and absolutely adores it when will gifts him paintings

reminder that mike wheeler has will’s art hung around in both his bedroom and basement (meanwhile el’s room is a mike shrine, mike barely has anything that represents el in his room)

reminder that mike wheeler is ‘the only one who’s acting normal here, the only who cares about will’ (his words, not mine)

reminder that mike wheeler stayed awake at the hospital, all nervous and his feet jumping up and down, because he wants to be the first to get to see will and make sure will is alright. when he saw will, he ran towards his bed and hugged him, putting his head softly over will’s chest

reminder that mike wheeler got completely furious that he pushed a bully to the ground in front of everyone at school because he couldn’t handle will being called homophobic slurs

reminder that mike wheeler held will’s hand when will needed him the most and reassured will that the shadow monster can’t get to him, that ‘we’ won’t let it get to him (this was in the same episode where the following convo between dustin and lucas took place; dustin: “i saw you [and max] were holding hands on the bus” lucas: “she was just scared. it wasn’t like that” dustin: “but i could feel it” lucas: “feel what?” dustin: “the electricity”)

reminder that mike wheeler told will on halloween night that if they’re both going crazy, they’ll go crazy together

reminder that mike wheeler stayed at will’s house for days and slept beside his bed, just to make sure he’s with will in case something bad happens

reminder that mike wheeler’s catchphrase for will is “are you okay? are you hurt?”

reminder that mike wheeler said while vulnerably crying that the best thing he’s ever done in his life was asking will to be his friend at the pure age of 5

reminder that mike wheeler biked all the way to will’s house in the pouring rain to apologize to him (in the same episode as this, max told el “dont worry, he’ll come crawling back for you in no time” which mike in fact did not for el, and instead did for will)

reminder that mike wheeler always keeps looking at will’s lips, because my dude what is the deal with that

reminder that mike wheeler stayed lingering in front of the byers’ old house, when everyone have already biked away at the end of s3, while the hopper narrates “i don’t want things to change”

reminder that mike wheeler went home to hug his mom after will has moved away, because he felt like he had lost will in a way. that scene parallels to the only other time he has hugged his mom which was in s1 when he thought he lost will for the first time

reminder that mike wheeler wasn’t able to be physically affectionate with will (the airport scene), when others were around (uh-oh, comp-het is typing)

reminder that in season 3 the sauna episode, mike wheeler yelled “boys only!” and then the camera pans onto the sign that reads “MEN”

reminder that mike wheeler said “we’re friends. we’re friends!” a liiiittle bit too defensively, like who are you trying to convince fruit boy (this was his response to will asking him, “what about us?” will meant us, as in their friendship, but mike probably thought the question had romantic implications)

reminder that once mike wheeler is alone with will and el is away, he is just himself (that scene in jonathan’s bedroom)

reminder that mike wheeler feels like he lost will because he was ‘focusing too much on el’ and that hawkins, the only place he has ever known of, is not the same without will

reminder that mike wheeler nodded in agreement when will said “[…] to say how you really feel, because… what if, what if they don’t like the truth?”

reminder that mike wheeler looks at his best friend this way:

reminder to mike wheeler that i know what you are

[cheesagirl]

Willard X Fem;Reader

Scenario: The reader tends to tease Willard. They are just an overall goofy couple.

Warnings: Cussing

Includes: Fluff and just overall goofiness

Word Count: 464

Follower shoutouts: @kamri-janae123 @the-weird-horse-girl @tootser98

"Come on Willard, you are being such loser." You whine, trying to drag your boyfriend out to the dance floor.

"Well at least I'm not a dancing loser" He shoots back, flashing you a smile.

"All you gotta do is follow them." You groan, pointing back at the group of people behind you..

"No can do my pretty lady. I'll watch from afar." He says, stepping back. You sigh and go to leave.

"No kiss?" He asks dramatically. You smirk and shake your head.

"You just watch from afar baby." You yell as you skip towards the large group of people.

After about 6 minutes of everyone dancing and singing, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist. "I didn't enjoy watching from afar." You hear Willard say, causing a grin to appear on your face. You turn around to face him.

"Is that so?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed it is sweetheart."He replies, taking his hat off and placing it on your head.

"Are you gonna dance with me loser?" You tease, stepping away from him, but holding your hand out.

He sighs, looking around at all the people who were already dancing. A small smile appears on his face and he grabs your hand, drawing you back in to him. "I suppose, if it keeps all these guys from approaching my little dancer."

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Both you and Willard were sweaty, and out of breath by the time you got off the dance floor.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" You ask, hitting his shoulder slightly.

"No I suppose not besides the fact that I cant breathe nor can I feel my feet." He says breathlessly.

"Oh quit being such a baby."

"Oh, you wanna call me a baby?" He asks, looking at you with a grin spread across his face. He walked up to you, bends down and put his arms under your legs. Suddenly you were off the ground, and In Willards arms.

"Oh would you look at that, who's the baby now. Little Y/N being cradled, such a tiny litt-" You cut him off by smacking his chest hard.

"That was unnecessary." He says, looking down at you.

"Put me down." You demand, glaring at him.

"Not until you give me a kiss." He states, grinning at you.

You groan dramatically. "If I must." You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his head down, your lips crashing onto his. You made sure to make it a long and passionate one.

You pull back, smiling innocently at him. "Now can you put me down?"

"After that kiss, I'm never putting you down again. You will stay in my arms until I die."

You laugh, smacking his chest, not as hard as before.

"I can't say I'd hate that Willard, I really can't."

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Short and sweet, which I think is a lovely way to start off Willards series.

Thanks for reading<3

[pluviophile-imagines]

Hello I have just a tiny idea for usurper Gojo,,, he has taken over my mind, thank you for the wonderful drabbles hehe >.<

So after he takes the throne, I imagine that not everyone supports him and there are many instances of attempted uprisings, assassinations, and/or plots to remove him. I think they’d all be crushed pretty quickly, especially with Gojo’s wits and power. But what if there’s one attempt that was too close for comfort? Either aiming for Reader (because even though he tries to hide his affections in public, the fact that he claimed you when he first took over is motive enough), or aiming for Gojo directly. I think it would be especially unpleasant for the perpetrators once they are caught; Gojo makes an especially severe example of them, and after that no one dares to try anything ever again.

OOP— yeah,,,,, yeah heres the masterlist (usurper!gojo tag, once again the concept’s from @saintshigaraki i am simply insane and cant stop)

warnings: talk of violence/murder, attempted poisoning, lil bit suggestive

he tries to keep it from you, as if your reach in the court isn’t threaded more firmly even than his own. as if the royal guards do not prefer your company to his, as if you’re such a fool you wouldn’t notice how he’s come to bed long after you’ve gone to sleep every day for the past week—he tells you it’s dull financial advising, you know it’s because he’s been busy torturing a man. an assassin, you’ve been told; a poisoner who hadn’t even made it out of the kitchen before being caught.

you also know he’s back earlier tonight because he’s executed another man—the one who hired the hit, one of his own cousins. ordinarily such a thing would be dealt with swiftly, except that the food found dosed had been not your husband’s but yours, and your king does not take kindly to threats against you. the maids had told you all of that days ago; it’s the guards that tell you he assembled the court without you, hours past sunset, and made a display of cutting down his own kin for your sake. ruthless, they tell you, savage, lest there be any doubt in his affections for you.

he comes back to your shared bedchamber without a drop of crimson on his clothes, but the satisfied air about him and the heavy drum of bloodlust you can see in his eye tell you that your information is correct. still, you greet him casually and don’t bring up your discontent as he removes his blindfold and makes himself comfortable on the bed, unabashedly peering at you while you sit at your vanity pretending to ready yourself for sleep. he’s silent with his staring, and you are silent as well, busy ruminating on how you’re feeling until you come to the conclusion that the only action of his which has sparked your ire is that he has chosen not to share them with you—no, you’re not bothered by his barbaric display, but rather that he did it without informing you. with your opinion found, you are ready to initiate the conversation.

“so?” you begin casually, gaze flitting up to meet his eye through the mirror. “are the conspirators dead, then?”

at first he gives no response, but when you turn in your seat to face him he rises to stand and strides over to you. lacing his fingers with yours, he pulls you to your feet—holds you close, leans down to press his forehead to yours.

“can’t get anything past you, hm? not with your brain.”

“well, are they?”

“yes. of course. they’ve hardly earned the title of conspirators frankly, not with that pitiful display.”

“mm.” you purse your lips and pull away, turning your back on him. “lovely to know that you’d accept my death if it were at the hands of a competent man.”

he follows you swiftly, eases his arms around your waist and rests his chin in the crook of your neck. his tone is easy, light—amused, perhaps. “i don’t believe i said anything of the sort.”

“i do not find this amusing, my king.” despite your tone, you reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, drawing a contented noise from him which he buries into your nape. “i’m displeased by you.”

“are you, now?” his lips quirk against your skin, and he shifts, his whole body moving so that he can trace kisses along your jaw. “i’ll just have to please you, my queen.”

“satoru.” the name makes him pause. you tighten your hold on his hair, pull him to rest against your shoulder again in an attempt to halt him. “you killed your kin for me and attempted to hide it. did you truly think i wouldn’t find out?”

“not this quickly,” he grumbles, petulant, entirely unsuitable for a king who had just slit the throat of his own cousin before an audience.

“people chatter, especially when you require the attendance of the entire court. but since we are being honest, i knew of the whole ordeal the moment it happened—i do believe i was made aware of the poisoning before you were, my husband. so tell me, why did you torture a man for a week and choose not to inform your wife? why did you so courteously invite my companions to witness this execution but neglect to extend that invitation to me?”

he doesn’t speak for a moment. his breath comes hot against your neck, not quite a sigh but certainly a deep breath—then he turns his face into your hand, leaves a fleeting kiss against your palm, and lifts his head.

“they need to learn, hm? how would they have learned if i’d let this go?” his eyes are manic, the closest you’ve seen to what they’d been that night—yet the moment they meet yours they soften, reverence seeping in. he stands to his full height behind you, hand coming beneath your chin to tilt your face upward so that he can loom over you and press a kiss to your brow; he’s gentle with you, but the steel at the core of his tone is more than palpable. “i won’t show mercy, certainly not when it comes to those who wish to harm you. you cannot ask me to be forgiving with such things.”

you realize with those words that he believes you’re balking at the brutality, that he thinks you timid and soft. he thinks you don’t know what he does to maintain his power, as if you’re not intimately aware of the monster he’s had to become—as if you hadn’t come face-to-face with it, with his blade.

you think you probably shouldn’t be as endeared as you are. you certainly shouldn’t turn around, wrap your arms around his neck, and tug him down into a real kiss to reward his actions, yet you still do. it’s addicting how quickly he melts to your affections; you know how intimidating his size must be to so many but it’s impossible for you to fear it when he’d drop to his knees for you at a single word.

when you pull away he doesn’t let go—he whines at you, a wordless protest, and buries his head into your shoulder to nip at your skin.

“i’m not angry with you for refusing mercy,” you mutter to him, “i’m angry with you for lying to me. i am your queen, your partner. you will not do this again, you will tell me the next time you intend to cut down a man in my name.”

he pulls back and opens his mouth, eyes wide, but you cut him off by lunging upward to peck at the corner of his lips.

“it’s in your best interest to comply, husband. you cannot hide things from me.”

“i know, wife.” his sigh is love-struck. “i’m a fool to have tried.”

[wh0rephobic]

what do you think about william x photographer!reader:)) i cant seem to get this idea outta my head. just imagine william catches the reader taking pics of him in every angle possible or something like that i dunnoo😩

ahhhhh (cw: mentioned of sex tapes, public sex, exhibitionism and such)

yesssss i love this. always catching william off-guard with the shutter of your camera. doesn’t matter what it is, if he’s puffing smoke out in front of the window, or just sat next to you on the couch with your legs draped over his lap while you change to film before snapping pictures of only your most favorite details of william’s body. the sophisticated crows-feet outlining his eyes, the way the sleeves of his button-up hug his strong forearms so nicely… continuing to travel down his arms, you also love the way the black and white film increase the contrast of his veiny hands, no matter what they’re doing. if they’re thumbing the pages of a new book or swirling some whiskey in a glass… his head always snaps to you whenever the camera sounds.

“whatcha doing there, doll?” he utters lowly.

you lower the camera, eyes still stuck on his lanky fingers for a moment before you blink them up to his eyes.

“nothing,” you smile.

but he knows. he knows everything, he knows that you like taking pictures of him but he just lets you do it to boost his ego. his eyes glance from yours down to the camera gripped in your hands, and over to his hands. he scoffs, shaking his head with a playful smile and turning away to let you just keep doing what you’re doing.

ugh, just looking at his hands can make you breathless. your head reels at the thought of them on you, grazing those rough fingertips up your shaking thighs, calloused from working so precisely on those animatronics. you can picture it now, the way he teases you with them, ghosting them all the way up to the crease of your torso and leg, legging his thumbs dig into that tense skin and rub in even circles, making you clench your teeth as you try to hold in your easy moans. he takes leverage there to spread your slowly pressing thighs and watch the way your slick oozes through your folds, pooling down onto the sheets and making a whorish mess before he even starts to truly touch you. how pathetic.

or even in you, he only uses two fingers to stretch out your small cunt, relishing in the way it squeezes around them when he crooks those hard and delightfully textured pads, making you claw at the sheets and sob for him whenever he pets your sensitive walls. he purrs darkly in your ear when he suddenly brings his skilled thumb into play, massaging your swollen bud. your eyes are crossing helplessly while he draws out your orgasm with the lust on his tongue.

“i bet that’s feels good, doesn’t it? oh, you sensitive little thing… poor bunny can barely even handle my fingers. how am i supposed to fuck you like this, huh? you’ll fall apart!” he coos, and you beg him to break you.

the fact that those hands are yours makes your head spin.

but things aren’t limited to photo, as william proposes a new idea to you: sex taping.

you’re surprisingly into it. when you angle the camera just right on its tripod so that you can capture the way your bodies indulge in each other perfectly. when william is not home, watching porn is fine. but when you have your own porn, it’s almost as good as if he were right there with you. hearing his voice, seeing his cock… you teach him how to use the camera so that he can hold it at angles he wants when you two film, catching every tear that drops from your pretty doe eyes and the stretch of your lips around his thick cock. william is a shameless man. he has no concern when he brings your camera to the store (with your permission) and offers it up to the employee at the desk to print your sex tapes out onto discs so that he can bring them to work and replay the moment that his hot cum shoots out over your face over, and over, and over…

having these tapes are also good for when you want to do projects on anatomy.

but these shenanigans don’t always stay in the house. william is more than happy to jump in the car with you and drive you however far you want to go until you find some sort of beautiful scenery to look over. you two spend time going on hikes together, only for you to spend thirty minutes taking pictures that look so good they could go on a calendar. you also, of course take pictures of william looking over the cliffs that you two find. you then spend another thirty minutes rolling in the grass with william’s cock stuffed deep inside you, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

but your favorite places to go to are waterfalls. they’re so romantic and pretty to photograph… you also love it because whenever you’re done taking pictures, the two of you strip and get to go skinny dipping in the freshwater, which usually ends up with you two making out so hard that you forget about your surroundings again, letting the water carry you downstream until william pins you against a rock in the water and fucks you raw right then in there, your nails scratching down his back while his lips wrap around your nipple, rolling it between his teeth as his cock pushes into your g-spot like it’s meant to be there always and his fingers work your clit. it’s not proper. none of these things are, but it’s human and it’s nature, and you’ve never felt more pleasure.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

goodbye rituals.

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a/n: my last rio fic was smutty, so this one is soft.

requested kiss challenge: jealous kiss + rio

pairing: rio x his wife | rating: 💙 | words: 942

sum: rio feels some type of way when you give his son a kiss, and not him.

Rio’s eyes reluctantly move from the soccer match playing on the screen at the sound of your heels against the kitchen floor.

Resting on his elbow, he’s on the living room floor washing down his third slice of pizza with a beer. His son Marcus is sprawled out on the rug right alongside him, chin propped up in his hands, his wide brown eyes glued to the screen.

“Alright,” you huff, stopping alongside the sofa. “I’m heading out.”

“You sure?” Rio asks.

You've made this announcement at least three times in the last hour, only to return back to your bedroom for a new outfit. He glances back at the tv, long enough to see what sparked a cheer from the fans, before allowing his gaze to drift back to you. This time, your husband's eyes linger on the black fabric accentuating your curves.

The black dress is by far one of the simplest in your closet. That meant there were no patterns or eye-catching slits to draw eyes away from the fact the dress appeared to be made perfectly for you.

“What type of dinner you say this was?”

Your eyes lift from your purse to find your husband’s brow arched, his beer bottle hovering a few inches from his lips.

You ignore the question and return to the task at hand--finding your car keys. Rio knows exactly where you’re going. It is Saturday evening, which means you're heading out to have dinner with friends.

That doesn’t stop him from adding, “dressing up for your boyfriend tonight?”

“Of course,” you wink, squatting down to place a kiss against Marcus’s hair.

The action is enough to pull the young boy’s gaze from the television. A grin brightens his face as Marcus tips his head back, permitting you to leave a second kiss against his forehead. You leave a third against his cheek, his arm reaching up to give you a hug.

“Don’t tease daddy too much when his team loses,” you whisper.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“You too.”

“Alright, bye, babe. I’ll text you when I get there.”

"K. I love you."

The ringing of your phone pulls your attention back to your purse as you stand. Your fingers brush over your husband's shoulder as you pass. The gesture pulls Rio’s gaze back to you, but you’re heading towards the door before he can blink.

“Hold up, aren't you forgetting something?”

Your husband’s question causes you to pause. The furrow of your brow deepens as you turn on your heels, your focus returning to the living room.

“What...oh,” you start forward with a smile on your face.

Rio tilts his head back expectantly. His brow furrows as you reach past him to retrieve the blue keychain from the nearby coffee table.

“My keys.”

“...the keys…” Rio echoes as you answer your ringing phone.

It only takes a moment for him to find his feet. Rio’s strides catch up with yours just as you reach the door. His hands find your waist, stopping you from taking a step further.

All regard for your phone call is thrown out the window. His left hand easily swipes the cellphone from your hand.

“What--Christopher!” Your eyes widen as he hangs up the call. “That’s so rude!”

“Rude?” Rio releases a dry laugh. His playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone. “Rude, was you trying to walk out without saying goodbye.”

“Stop being dramatic. I said goodbye.” You step forward in an attempt to escape his grip. It's ironclad.

You catch sight of Rio's rolling eyes as you turn to face him.

“You mean that half-ass goodbye?” The warmth of his palms finds your face, his gaze meeting yours. “I can’t get a kiss, a hug, no half-ass ‘love you’, nothing?”

Although it is your turn to roll your eyes, you can’t deny your husband the smile he is looking for.

You let out a tiny sigh before responding. “Goodbye, Christopher. I’m officially going to be late thanks to you. Love you.”

Rio's brow arches as you lift your hand. Palm up, expectantly awaiting your cellphone. You bite back your budding smile as Rio’s head shakes softly. He makes no move to release you or to pass over the phone.

“You’re so annoying,” you mumble as you take in your husband’s expectant gaze. Your eyes briefly close as Rio's smile grows. You say the following words slowly, making a point to leave a pause between each. “I love you.”

“You wouldn’t be late if you would’ve just said it earlier,” Rio chuckles. His words come out muffled as he stops to press a kiss against your forehead.

“Now,” you lightly press your hand against his chest, putting a small distance between your bodies. “Can I please have my phone back?”

Rio takes a moment to consider your question. The amused smile stretched across his lips lets you know the answer before it is spoken.

“Nah, we're not done." Rio's head shakes, his arms wrapping around your waist keeping your body against his. "You were really gonna sit up here and disrespect me like that?”

“Disrespect you?” Now it’s your turn to laugh, the sound dropping his playful gaze to your lips.

“In my own house,” your husband adds. “Kissing someone else and forgetting about me?”

"Someone else?" You giggle. "You mean your son?"

"Doesn't matter," Rio challenges, his grin stretched from ear to ear.

Your head shakes, your voice lowering as your lips press against his cheek.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you.”

The kiss you place against his lips is not enough. Rio's grip tightens around you, keeping you in place until he's satisfied. His lips press against your forehead as he releases you. Despite finally being free, you step forward to bring your lips back to his one more time.

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[tzaarons]

4town headcanons:

robaire:

-a HUGE perfectionist 

-gets matching bracelets for the whole band (the rings were his idea)

-hates orange flavored things 

-has had a fear of hoverboards ever since he fell off of his friend’s in middle school

-had a club penguin phase 

-orders stuff online everyday  

-avid watcher of soap operas and recommends some of his favorites to z (z pretends to not care but starts watching them alone in his room later)

-shows up to every one of jesse’s daughter’s ballet recitals with a bouquet of flowers 

-laughs the hardest out of everyone at t’s pranks but claims he doesn’t find them funny 

-him, tae, and jesse plan spa days once in a while 

-says “bless me” instead of “bless you” when he is by himself 

-total germaphobe 

jesse:

-hypes himself up in the mirror every morning 

-overpacks for everything and anything 

-is on letterboxd 24/7

-always makes sure there’s something for taeyoung to eat at a restaurant since he’s a vegetarian 

-very annoyed about the fact that he can’t whistle 

-his kids buy him those #1 dad trophies from their school’s book fair and he treasures every single one of them 

-t implied that he saw jesse as an older brother figure ONCE and jesse started crying on the spot

-very picky about hair products or shower products in general 

-cannot handle spicy stuff to save his life (his eyes got teary eating hot cheetos once and t always brings it up)

-watches baking shows and thinks he can do better while being horrible at baking 

-heard z say his favorite candy were m&ms ONCE and now he always buys them for him whenever he goes to the store 

-tried to teach robaire how to play guitar (he was horrible at it but kept telling robaire that he’d get there)

-makes his kids halloween costumes 

aaron z:

-hates olives 

-has a younger sister and an older brother 

-whenever he had to go into victoria’s secret with his sister or mom he’d stay 5 feet away from the bras and awkwardly look down the whole time 

-is always the one to say “it’s not even scary” while watching horror movies but flinches at every jumpscare

-blinks in group photos 

-has his headphones on 90% of the time 

-high school musical is one of his favorite movies but he’ll never admit that to anyone besides t 

-him and taeyoung get iced coffee every saturday morning 

-knows that robaire hates tomatoes on his burgers and purposefully annoys him by saying “my bad i forgot to ask for it without tomatoes” whenever he orders 

-prefers listening to others but when the topic is something he’s really passionate about he’ll ramble for hours (only if it’s a small group of people though)

-he only owns shorts except for pj pants (which he barely wears)

-him and robaire constantly compete with each other while playing just dance and z wins every time 

-has a secret obsession with watching dumb reality tv shows 

aaron t:

-his subway surfers high score is 10,000,000

-draws stuff on the bottom of his shoes 

-definitely plans matching halloween costumes for all 5 of them

-very good skateboarder 

-despite being a literal acrobat he’s super clumsy 

-is seen with z 80% of the time, even when they’re doing basic stuff like sitting down or watching a movie he’s always either holding with his hand or leaning against him

-cant sit still to save his life 

-very social and talkative 

-LOVES reggaeton and bachata 

-had the biggest crush on romeo santos when he was like 12 

-bridal carries the other members randomly to annoy them 

-tries on jesse’s clothes and imitates him 

-tae plays with his hair a lot whenever t has his hat off 

-him and robaire always come back from shopping with 50 bags full of stuff they don’t need 

taeyoung: 

-loves to stir up the drama then leave 

-cheats on board games and jesse gets too mad over it 

-made a pact with t that if they are both single by 40 they’ll move in together 

-very good at sewing and likes to make small things for the other members 

-reposts a lot of fanart/fan made things on his instagram story 

-has a collection of funko pops 

-posts roblox story times 

-him and robaire paint each other’s nails once in a while 

-gets very offended if a friend’s dog/cat doesn’t like him 

-him and z don’t always talk much when they’re together but it’s never really awkward silence 

-he likes to have matching outfits with robaire from time to time