#coulda sworn i mentioned that...

[ruroken77]

so it's officially been confirmed by Amadeo himself that he's bisexual. not saying i have a problem with that, i really don't. it's perfectly fine. it's just that it's a minor detail i didn't know i needed to know until it came up.

[raredrop]

theres tumblr sexymen but thers also what i call

the pixiv darlings

which can overlap

[para-psych-doodles]

can you tell i don't know how to design characters 😃

she's p damn vital to the plot but i just don't put that much thought into how the characters look. i'd rather focus on the important things, like giving them all horrible trauma and then locking them in an enclosed space to see what happens

[bonesybonez]

Uhhhh….Zer0

[gemstone-roses]

Please

Cooper Howard x fem reader

Summary: smut, pet names, praise kink, unprotected sex, choking , I know, I know, radiation poisoning? Hush, this is FICTION. Your on my blog and you’re surprised at this? No you’re not. minors be gone from here thankyou. 18+ only. It’s basically just smut. Mentions of a minor shoulder injury. No plot just smut. No spoilers.

Note: Not much background, I started this before I had surgery and wanted to get it posted, I watched most of this show whilst recovering from surgery and, off my tits on pain meds. I’m gonna preface this with it’s definitely not my best work, but when I feel bad I write, so please be kind as always 🥹Anyway. Enjoy. 🫡. Likes comments and reblogs much appreciated. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

I am in Spain without the s.

You’re not friends. You tolerate each other. That’s it. He pushes your buttons and you irritate him just by being in his presence. Anyone looking from the outside would think the two of you were sworn enemies, that’s not right though. He always comes back for you. He insisted on doing this bounty alone, you insisted on going with him.

Now your clutching your shoulder trying to pretend your not in pain and he is seething.

you lean against the rotted wood in the decaying structure you’ve holed up in for the night. It crumbles behind you and you huff.

“I told you to stay behind on this one” he thumbs the rim of his hat, sighing as he takes in the state of you.

“yeah well, I’m fine”. You whisper, not wanting to look at him.

“Y’ not fine! Look at ya” he steps in front of you, encasing you.

“I’m okay, it’s just a little bruise” you say defiantly, looking to meet his gaze.

“ya coulda’ died sweetheart” his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, scarred hands hovering over the thin material of your t shirt, he presses his hand gently into your shoulder, rubbing his thumb across the skin.

Your breath hitches at the contact.

“don’t feel dislocated” he mutters, his fingers still gently probing your shoulder.

“Mm, told you I was fine” you say. His head snaps to yours, his hand gripping your jaw, he tilts his head down slightly, snarling.

“You ain’t half got a mouth on you sweetheart” he tuts, thumb swiping over your cracked lips.

His eyes meet yours again and you can see the internal debate he’s having in his head.

“There’s plenty more I can do with my mouth” you whisper. And that’s it, that does it for him, he brings your face closer to his and kisses you. His other arm pulls you into him, his erection pressing against you making your core throb. He’s got an iron grip on your jaw but the kiss is gentle, slow, testing. You open your mouth, inviting him to go further, his hand around your waist traces the curve of your ass as he kisses you, you moan into his mouth and he grips onto you tighter.

“Please” you breathe , your body flooding with need at his teasing touches.

“What honey?” He smirks, breaking the kiss as his hand travels up your waist. he slips his hand under your shirt, caressing your bare side slowly.

“Touch me” you choke out, failing to keep the desperation from your voice.

“Oh, I am touching you honey” his voice tinged with amusement. He waits, keeps caressing your side, never venturing further, he keeps your gaze, watching as his every movement has you silently pleading for more. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving. He smirks, he can play the long game if needed, he wants to see how long you’ll wait before begging.

“Just this lil touch is driving you crazy huh” he mutters, splaying his hand across your stomach, hovering just above where you needed him most. You grit your teeth, raising your brows, and he tilts his head, a lazy smile across his face.

“You need me to touch you here?” His fingers press delicately over your underwear.

You nod, and whimper.

“I can’t hear you” he drawls, tapping his fingers lightly over your core, over the wet patch that’s formed.

you lean into him, head resting on his shoulder. “Yes, fuck, please” you beg, and he your underwear to the side and presses a finger into you. He curls it instantly, making your legs buckle slightly. His free arm wraps around you tight, pulling you into him as he pushes his finger in and out of you.

“Mm, you’re very wet honey, this all for me?” he teases , pushing another finger into you, and your pussy throbs at his words. He smiles, speeding up his movements while whispering praise into your ear. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, your orgasm building.

“Shit- m gonna” - you pant, and he stops. You whine at the emptiness, frown at him before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Mm” he groans. “As much as I’d love for you to come all over my fingers, I’d rather you came wrapped around my cock sweetheart”. You clench your legs together hoping for some relief.

“Lie down for me honey”. He instructs. You do, the wood beneath you creaks slightly, he takes off his jacket and tucks it behind your head. He hooks his fingers in the waist of your pants before pulling them down, slowly, he’s savouring this.

When he’s removed them he stands back, admires you.

“Well shit, your stunnin’” he sighs as he undoes his belt. You try and roll over to cover up, shy all of a sudden. “No no honey none of that” he tuts. Reaching for your neck he wraps his hand around it and squeezes slightly. He studies your face as your eyes blow wide, and he smirks. He removes his hand far too quickly for your liking though.

You watch, enthralled as he takes out his thick cock before kneeling in-between your legs. He taps the tip of his cock on your puffy clit a few times, making you jolt.

He chuckles. “Sorry honey, I like seeing ya writhe for me”. He leans in, steadying himself with one arm on the floor beside your head. The other wraps around his cock as he lines up with your hole. You tense as he begins pushing his cock into you.

“Deep breath sweetheart” he soothes, you relax slightly as you do and he buries his cock all the way inside you.

“Oh fuck” you choke, he’s not even moved yet and already pleasure is coursing through every inch of you.

He groans as he starts thrusting. His hand coming to cup your face, he runs a calloused thumb across your jaw as he watches your face contort with pleasure.

“That feel good sweetheart?” He pants, leaning in to nip at your ear. You respond with a moan, unable to form a proper word.

“Cooper” you whine, wrapping your arms around him, the rough of his skin adding to the pleasure he was making you feel. His cock twitches at the use of his name.

“Your squeezing my cock so damn good” he breathes, angling his hips so he hits deeper.

“mm fuck that - there- , don’t stop” you cry, the coil in your stomach building.

“Yeah? You gonna come honey?” He taunts, his mouth twitching, pleased.

“look at me” he growls, he holds your face as he stares into you, his eyes blown wide with lust as he thrusts his cock in and out of your dripping pussy.

“Keep, your eyes, on me” each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. Your eyes roll back as tears prick the corner of your eyes, you cry out in pleasure as your orgasm starts to wash over you.

He leans into you again, his hot breath making you shiver as he whispers into your ear.

“Scream for me” he snarls, his hand snaking around your throat as he pushes into you harder, and squeezes the side of your throat just right as your pussy tightens around him, he chokes out a moan and spills inside you as you convulse around him.

You stay like that for what feels like hours. Him still inside you, his head lay on your chest as your fingers dance up and down his back comfortable silence broken every now and then of him whispering sweet words to you.

[majoryeager104]

I NEED MORE TOUYA HEADCANNONS PLEASEEEEEEEEW

AHHH OK IM ON IT RN HERE U GO <3

Summary: Touya random hcs w and w/o s/o

Warnings: Language, Touya being too precious for this realm

He definitely has a teddy bear from childhood that he stole from the house after he woke up from his coma

It has a few little burn marks on it, but he thinks that gives it character

Can’t fall asleep without it 

Unless he has you, but still

That teddy bear is always within arms reach when he’s trying to sleep

One time Toga found it when she snuck into his room for a jacket cos she was cold

She’s been sworn to secrecy (he threatened to burn up her cardigan collection)

The first time you slept in his room, you asked about it

At first he was defensive

Like “yeah it’s mine tf u gonna do about it”

But then one day he walked in to see you asleep on his bed

Cuddling his teddy bear

He coulda died then and there

Definitely one of the very few pictures he has on his phone

Because he’s barely on that thing

It’s probably not the first one he’s had

I bet he accidentally burns them up on missions

So he just never takes it with him anywhere

Which always scares the shit out of you

Bc what’s the point of having it otherwise

You didn’t get it till he showed you all the pictures he had of you on there, and you realized he just didn’t want to lose them

Bc it’s a burner phone, so he doesn’t use it for much else

He has another phone for work, but that’s the one he keeps for pictures of you

And all the videos and memes you send him

He looks at them like a week after you send them

Yes he’s one of those 🧍

But he does look at every single one 

You make him playlists too, and he DEFINITELY listens to those

Bc he’s music addicted (might be a bit of projection hehe)

But yeah

It’s just a whole phone he keeps just for you

He wants those videos, memes, playlists, and cute photos of you bc he’s scared that one day he won’t have you anymore

But he’d never say any of that out loud

Even though he knows you’d understand 

Bc he’s scared 

Moving on before I cry 

He’d like Taylor Swift 

Hear me out guys

The emotional lyrics? The topic of betrayal? The style? The vibe? He’d love it. (Secretly ofc)

He’s literally “who’s afraid of little old me”

Like I can see him singing “The smallest man who ever lived” while crying in the car

“WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE 😭😭😭WHO WANTED ME DEAAD”

He’d secretly adore her country eras too

And you may or may not have dragged him to the Eras tour

And he may or may not have secretly been looking forward to it

He wore all black (he’s literally reputation) and ended up with a shit ton of friendship bracelets by the end of the night

He still has them

Tucked away in a drawer 

never to be seen by anyone else

But you ofc because the two of you trade

Moving on tho hehe

He’d be either a heavy af sleeper, or a light af sleeper

No in between

Like hes either not moving or he’s not sleeping. 

Maybe both

He probably watches you sleep when he can’t though

And if you have a nightmare he’d wake you up and get you water

And if he had a nightmare, he’d either wake up in a panic and just lay on top of you

Or you’d wake him up, and he’d still lay on top of you

You’re his personal pillow now

But he’s your heating pad 

So it’s fair. 

(He’s also this song tbh lmaooo and all the songs I mentioned are from TTPD but that’s because the album is so Touya coded ughhh 😭😭😭)

[get-back-homeward]

ETA: straight from the horse's mouth

From the introduction of Many Years From Now (thanks @ohblahdo!)

Paul McCartney is a LIAR Sometimes

TAKE A LOOK…

Q: Do the copulating beetles on the sleeve of Ram (1970) stand for F**k The Beatles? (Luc Van de Wiele, Wemmel, Belgium)

McCARTNEY: It happened to be a picture Linda had taken. We couldn't resist it just because of the way it looked. She'd caught these two beetles f**king, and then the significance hit us. We saw that pun, yeah, thought why not?

Source: Q Magazine, Cash for Questions, 1998

BUT THEN, IN 2007…

Q: Then, of course, there was an infamous picture on the back cover art of Ram of two beetles — Beatles — shagging. What was that all about?

McCARTNEY: That was nothing to do with it. How could I persuade two beetles to shag each other for a joke? It’s not possible.

Q: But you must have known when you put that shot on the album…

McCARTNEY: No, I swear to God. Things like that seem so obvious afterwards. You go, “Oh yeah, of course, that must have seemed like that.” It was just a really funny shot. A photograph of two beetles shagging! I mean, that had to get on the cover. Then afterwards, you go, “Oh, but they were beetles.” To me they were just a couple of little ladybirds or insects or something, y’know. We were oblivious to all those hidden messages.

Source: Q Magazine, The Q Interview by Tom Doyle, 2007

You want more proof? Just take a look at this photo…

THE TRUTH ABOUT PAUL McCARTNEY: EXPOSED!

[squinch-depraved]

first charlie post,, i hope you enjoy i've never written for him before but this was in my brain so here you go

the music spilled out of the speakers and reverberated in your skull, helping to usher in a developing headache. you searched around desperately for a friend who could help you get home and smiled softly when your eyes settled on charlie. he was standing across the room, leaning against a wall as he observed the goings-on of the party. you remembered him mentioning earlier that he didn't plan on drinking that night, so you inched your way through the crowded space and tried not to blush when his face lit up at the sight of you.

"can you help me get home?" you slurred slightly. you had to repeat yourself twice, each time him leaning his ear closer to your lips until he could understand you over the incessant din of the gathering. once he understood you, though, he put his hand on your shoulder and leaned in to speak to you this time.

"of course! let me tell some people bye and then we'll go," he replied, almost yelling in an attempt to be heard. you nodded and followed him as he waved bye to some mutual friends, and before long, you two were stepping out the front door and joking together as you hopped in his car.

"god, it was so loud in there," you mumbled, sinking down into his passenger seat.

"it was a party," he joked. "i think that's kind of a given for any large social gathering."

"it wasn't that loud all night, was it? i coulda sworn it wasn't that bad earlier this evening," you asked him, glancing at him as he drove. he'd only been to your place twice, but apparently it was important enough for him to remember how to get there.

he laughed quietly and nodded. "the volume was pretty consistent tonight, i would say."

you nodded pensively and rested your forehead on the window next to you, staring out at the city lights whizzing by in the dark. "was really hoping to get laid tonight," you complained quietly. you didn't think he heard you, but charlie gripped the steering wheel tightly and tried to come up with anything else to say besides what first popped into his head. it was quiet for a moment before he let his impulsive thoughts win.

"i wouldn't mind helping you with that," he said lowly. you almost didn't hear him, and in the long, drawn out seconds before your response, he took in a shallow breath and mentally cursed himself.

"really?' you asked meekly, turning your head to stare at his profile. he kept his eyes trained on the road.

"yeah, i mean, if...if that's something you wanted." he gulped quietly and made a turn.

you thought for a moment and nodded before remembering he might not be able to see you in the dark. "i think i would enjoy that," you admitted, a smile audible in your tone. you could just barely make it out, but he grinned and nodded ever so slightly.

your face flushed at the realization that he had been wanting to fuck you for a while, but had just never reached out to ask. it made sense, he always behaved differently around you than other people, but somehow you had never put two and two together. you wished you had noticed sooner; you were sat there next to him for what felt like minutes grieving all the time you could have spent riding him until he spoke and pulled you out of your fantasies.

"it's this street, right?"

you shook off the thoughts and nodded again. "yeah, turn here, then make the first left, and three places down is me."

"awesome," he stated, carefully following your instructions and parking on the street in front of your home. you turned to look at each other for a moment before giggling awkwardly and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"you wanna come in?" you asked, nodding your head back towards your home and biting your lip.

charlie took in a shaky breath and smiled, eyes flicking down to your lips. "i really do," he replied. you cupped his face in your hand for a second, running your thumb over his cheek before retreating and stepping out of the car. he followed, locking it behind him as he walked behind you up to your porch.

you let the both of you in, pulling him close for a deep kiss before you walked inside. stunned, he trailed behind you, mesmerized by the taste of your sweet mouth.

"fuck," you hissed when you flicked the light switch, immediately turning them back off and instead switching on some lamps strewn across the main area. "you want some tea? 'm gonna make myself some," you yawned. "sober up a bit."

charlie nodded and followed you once again to the kitchen, picking out a tea bag from your stash and sitting down on your couch like you told him to while you changed clothes and made your drinks. after what felt like an eternity of him wondering what was going to happen when you got back, you appeared out of seemingly nowhere, extending a mug towards him while you sipped on your own.

you plopped down next to him and put on a movie, something neither of you would pay attention to but good enough to have on in the background. half an hour passed, the two of you joking with each other and sipping your beverages, and soon your headache was gone.

you weren't sure how you ended up underneath him, kissing him fervently and moaning every time he ground his hips down against you. your legs were wrapped around his waist as he kissed and bit your neck, and you squealed when he lowered himself to be between your thighs. planting a wet kiss to the inside of each, he pulled down the shorts you had changed into and gently took your underwear in his teeth, looking up at you innocently as he maneuvered them off you.

bare cunt exposed to him, you moaned in anticipation. charlie grinned and placed a sloppy kiss on your clit, savoring the noises that fell from your lips as you squirmed underneath him. he began eating you more eagerly, spurred on by your pornographic noises.

you ground your hips down onto his face, feeling the ridge of his nose press into your sensitive nub as his tongue worked on your sopping hole.

"fuck, charlie!" you gasped, legs wrapping around his head. he moaned into your pussy at the feeling of being smothered between your thighs. "oh my god!" you cried out.

rocking back and forth on his face, tangling your fingers in his hair, you approached your high quickly. his eyes were closed, blissed out from how good you tasted and the thought of how good he was able to make you feel. he flicked them open to watch your face as you came, though.

eyes screwing shut, head falling back, you wailed loudly as your orgasm barreled through you. you kept repeating his name until he finally pulled away to kiss you. the taste of yourself on his lips made you crave more.

"can i fuck you now?" he panted, hovering over you. you nodded vigorously and grabbed at his pant loops. he grinned, ego boosted, and began unbuttoning them, quickly sliding them off and tossing them onto the floor. his boxers followed soon after and you tried not to stare at the many inches between his legs while he positioned himself back between your legs.

"you ready?" he asked breathily.

"please, charlie," you begged him. his smile grew slightly and he pushed himself into you, the both of you letting out airy moans while you got used to the feeling of each other. after a moment, he began thrusting, rolling his hips at a reasonable starting speed.

the more noises you made, the more he sped up, pumping himself deeper and deeper into you until you were a mess under him, unable to form words any longer.

charlie just kept singing your praises, calling you beautiful, kissing you gently, making sure you knew how appreciative he was and how badly he had needed this, needed you, for such a long time. you just sat there, babbling incoherently, the occasional phrase able to be deciphered, usually, "so good," or, "fuck, i love your cock."

once he began to get close, he started getting sloppier, letting more of his weight rest on you and biting down on your skin harder. "where do you want me to finish?" he panted, breath hot against your neck.

"mm- tits!" you pawed at him until he got off your chest, still pumping into you as he watched you peel your t-shirt off over your head, leaving you completely naked. the sight of your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts was enough to send him over the edge, and he groaned erotically as he thrust a few final times before pulling out and pumping himself in his hand over your chest, leaving his hot white seed to spurt out and land all over you.

you dipped your finger in his cum and brought it to your mouth, tasting it greedily while he groaned once more at the sight, filing it away to remember next time he was by himself. he stepped off the couch and walked to the kitchen, coming back with something to clean you off with.

you let him take care of you and convinced him to follow you to your bed, clinging onto him all night.

he didn't sleep at his own place again for a week.

[syoddeye]

en plein air

soap x f!reader | ~600 words tags: semi-public nudity. a spot of dirty talk. a/n: felt sappy. thought of soap. banner by @/cafekitsune.

something something your boyfriend johnny invites you to model. says he found a spot he wants to paint, and all it’s missing is you, bonnie. you’re reluctant and a bit insecure, but you can’t say no to him. he doesn’t get many chances to create beyond quick sketches, it would mean the world to him.

ferries you out to a beach that’s quiet but not deserted. the vantage point he’s picked out overlooks the shoreline and the few families and other couples taking advantage of the nicer weather. it’s a trek to make the climb, and you’re only a little peeved when you reach the top. the view is gorgeous.

you spend twenty minutes catching your breath and watching him set the scene. he spreads a blanket, a small pillow to cushion your head, and scatters some flowers from a bouquet you dried. it’s beautiful.

when he says he’s ready for you to pose, he stops you. leans out from behind his travel easel and clicks his tongue. no, no. clothes off. didn’t he mention this is to be a nude portrait? no? coulda sworn he told you. either way, drop your drawers.

no? you won’t? feelin’ shy? oh bonnie, ’s just you and him up here. he’ll chase any gawkers off. don’t worry about being seen. he chose this spot specifically. nobody’ll see from the road or the beach.

i’m losing the light. please. i don’t ask much of ye.

it’s chilly when you sprawl naked on the blanket. the heat of your embarrassment isn’t enough to warm you. johnny poses you as he sees fit. his hands aren’t warm enough either, and his touch is fleeting. it is reassuring to know this isn’t one of his ploys. he’s all business. or, art, you suppose. once he’s satisfied, he sits back, and begins.

he has a way of easing you into it. settling you. he talks.

the portrait, despite its beautiful subject, he insists, won’t be his most detailed or best work. he’s rusty and out of practice. but, and he’s adamant about this, he wants to hang the finished piece in the bedroom. above the bed or across from it. wants to think of this day every time he sees it.

johnny wants to remember how the sun hit the curves and valleys of your body, both casting shadow over and illuminating swathes of your skin. the color of your eyes against the rolling green hills and the choppy, blue water beyond. your hair. your scars. beauty and birth marks. wants to enshrine his favorite girl the best way he knows how—through careful and thoughtful strokes.

his good behavior and poetic speech lasts for all of an hour.

he coos at you when you say you’re sore and need a break. just five minutes to stretch. he implores you to remain still. he’s almost done. cannae ye be a good girl? please? then doles out the praises when you say yes. yes you can be a good girl.

that’s right. you can be. always so good for him.

has he ever told you how much he loves every part of you? from the stiff peaks of your nipples down to your toes. the curves of your hips and waist and calves. don’t get him started on your arms. loves that you hold him so tight, whether it be in a hug or when he’s bottoms out. the way you let him use your tits as both pillows and chew toys. your arse and the crease of your thighs. then there’s your cunt, and oh, how he adores your cunt. worships it. y’know, if you really need that break—

he peers around his easel and canvas, grinning wickedly.

i'm happy to oblige. i can see from here, she is, too.

[feyd-meowtha]

Our House Vol 3!

“Your moustache is really tickly,” Gale said, dragging his nose across it and scrunching up his face like a kid in a Disney cartoon. “What, you don’t like it?” He said with a laugh, sticking his lower lip out in a pout and vaguely hoping that Gale would suck on it. “Cus I coulda sworn you liked it.” “Makes you look older than you are, like an 80s porn star,” laughed Gale, taking a couple hairs between his teeth and pulling for a second before releasing them, “like you're dressing up as someone’s dad.” “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Bucky replied, being very mature about the fact that Gale sorta almost just called him daddy. He almost didn’t mention the faded white line that hid underneath the hair like a dirty little secret. It wasn’t that he was ashamed exactly, Bucky Egan wasn’t ashamed of anything. Or at least that was what Gale believed which meant it was as good as true.  “I actually grew it to hide a scar.”

[sea-of-dust]

Soulmates can hear eatchother sing even from across the universe- Jing Yuan

N: low-key read that as "even in another universe" I was like how the fuck am I gonna write that... thanks for the request nonnie!!

Event link here: 3/5 requests

Unironcally the first time he heard you sing was when you were trying to show off to your parents. He thought you were fine at first (he invested in ear plugs) but did think you coulda used some work. Funny to think you thought the same, bullying eatchothers singing abilities while fresh outta high school

He has noticed you've sung more often maybe singing classes? It was nice you've gotten better, he's quickly fallen inlove with your voice, how calmly you sing certain notes controlling your volume with minor fixes here and there. Most of the time he enjoys your first attempts at a certain lyrics, but hearing you sing has become a something he looks foward to.

He's tried to talk to you via singing he could have sworn he heard you laugh but he knows you can't. When you do respond sometimes your singing voice is wonderful. "Do you mind saying that again~" "No problem" the smoothness of your voice is heavenly its like your right next to his ear, you could probably hear him blushing with every response you give. "So what planet are you from" the sudden question shocked him a bit but he answered calmly "Xianzhou Luofu" "really?" A sudden interest burst through your usual elegant and calming voice "I'm from Penacony" "I see" "I can see if I can do a show there In the future maybe I can see you" you should have seen him he was like a child, it wouldn't be out of character if he mumbled a yes and pumped his fist. He could be calmly doing paperwork and then his hands slam on the desk eyes widen and he sings, these rumors were overdramatized but it did get a laugh outta you imaging such a scene

Little to say, when he heard the express landed with a reported star from Penacony he thought of you instantly calmly walking toward where they landed where his mind was yelling at him to hurry it up. When he finally arrived little to say there was a reason Yanqing was there. "You're acting like a child" "this is normal behavior you would have nearly flew on them" "No I wouldnt!" He smiles before seeing a person holding a box talking to March 7th. "I'm a bit nervous thank you for bringing me here" "I can show you around" "thank you" grateful you turn to suddenly see a bird fly infront of you with the white haired male following behind it "apologizes he's been expecting someone's arrival" "does it involve a star from Pelacony?"

That smirk of yours, from an outside perspective it may be seen as arrogance but he's heard your voice enough to know exactly what you ment. "A little birdie did mention a general that was so love struck he was able to sing a whole musical when his soulmate was to sing" he giggling embrassed someone caught him responding to you "I'm glad you enjoy listening to me that much" You kiss his cheek. He blushes putting his hand to the cheek you kissed. "I'm glad I finally got to meet you aswell" he kisses your cheek as you two continue your lovey dovey first meet, handing him the box with things you thought he'd like. "It has a ticket to one of my shows aswell, I hope you'll be able to make it" "I'm sure I'll have time to" you two lost in your own world forgetting about the others. "You think they ever thought of asking for his number?" March leans in to whisper "now that I think about it do you ever think they asked?" Those two made an inside joke about it, little to say they're never gonna look at either of you seriously again

[hurrakka]

Hi! Artist here

Was wondering if you’d be willing to share how you make your comics. I’m very fond of how expressive they are, and it is crazy to me how fast you make them and such. Totally understand if you don’t though! You’re work is awesome! :D

Oh hehe *twirls nonexistent hair* ty <333 tho thinking Im fast is giving me too much credit bc I coulda sworn Im slow as balls! Ngl I haven't made these much comics since 2019??? RE (esp 6) was just the lil push I need to get back in the groove of things. So anyway here's a scuffed explanation of my process. Like all of my art, I'd begin making small thumbnails, general layouts, panel placements etc. But since these are comics, I have to make a script for the dialogue so I can allot the placement of speech bubbles as they are important to the composition (also I'm kinda terrible at dialogue in general so it's best to prepare it instead of writing them on the spot, after the comic's done)

Yes, this chickenscratch is how I visualize things. (1st one is 'Nick Startled the Witch' 2nd is 'Sasha Yeets Leon Off Roof' and 3rd is 'Jerma Vengaboys') To ensure clarity even at a glance or when I'm not wearing glasses. Sometimes whenever I read comics or manga, I have a hard time processing things (call it a skill issue sure) so keeping this in mind I want things to be easy on the eyes, make the elements flow naturally as you read. Something something golden ratio ohmygodisthatamotherfuckinjojoref- Okay ngl, there may be some merit to my speed in making these. Not all panels need to be perfect, so you don't have to spend every waking hour on every single detail. So only detail parts that you want people to look at the most. I remember someone once mentioned that you can get away w/ easy comics if the faces are drawn really well, esp when it's dialogue heavy.

Also that one phrase from DDLC "If your pen is stuck in one spot, it'll leave a splotch of ink" smthin like that, yea I apply that to art as well. Saves a lot of time! And for the expressive part, I mostly rely on physical/slapstick humor. The Jerma Vengaboys comic was a test to myself if I can still pull it off or improve upon it. My main inspo when making these comics, is isismasshiro on deviantart. They have so much comics, all portraying characters in a Tom and Jerry-like scenarios, hold on I'll grab some of my fav panels from them.

These ones, and others have stuck with me from high school until now. That's how you know a composition is so good, and I try to set myself to that standard (emphasis on trying sfgkheg). The influence their art has on me is clear as day in the Jerma Vengaboys comic lol Anyways, really glad you like my stuff :] and thank you for the interest in my process. Sure I have a lot to explain, but I either don't wanna make this longer than it should be or some of the info I may forget.

[sleepy-achilles]

Some HBTaker fluff? Maybe involving motorcycles and flowers?

(Yup, my thoughts are random this evening)

A Bunch of Roses

This is slightly short but it is the one I ended up calling Shawn every name other than Shawn. Taker? Taker kept his name. Shawn? Shawn became Leon (which is weird af), Scotty, Tony and I could go on. But I like this. Short, sweet and cute af. I hope you enjoy :)

Shawn frowns as he opens his locker. Nothing. Nothing at all. "What the hell?" Shawn huffs. "Whats wrong bub?" Kevin asks as he sits on the bench. "No rose. I always get a rose around valentines day." Shawn admits closing his locker. "Maybe your secret admire was held up" Kevin suggests. Shawn looks over at taker who's arguing with Paul. "I thought it'd be different this time." Shawn whispers.

Kevin watches as the blond sulks away. "Ah fuck." Kevin huffs standing and walking over to taker. "Hey takes, can I borrow ya?" Kevin asks. "Yeah" Taker nods allowing the man to pull him away.

"Why no flower?" Kevin asks. "Sorry?" Taker pauses in confused. "You didnt leave Shawn a flower. And yeah I know it's you. He knows it. And he's fucking gutted." Kevin gets straight to the point. Taker looks at the locker in question. "Fuck...fuck! I knew I forgot something" Taker groans. As Taker panics and freaks out Kevin scribbles on a piece of paper. "Chill, just take this and surprise him later. He's off for the rest of the week" Kevin tells him. "Ill even keep the kliq away from him. Just make it up to him" Kevin huffs before walking away.

Taker looks down to see a hotel address and room number, and phone number. "Yeah. I can make this right." Taker nods pocketing the paper.

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Shawn slings his towel over the chair as he makes his way to the bed. He coulda sworn the boys were supposed to be coming over tonight. He sits up and reaches for the phone as it starts to ring.

"Good timing or bad?" Shawn asks himself as he picks up the phone. "Hey, I thought you guys were coming over tonight?" "Yeah sorry about that. I might have cancelled your plans." A gruff voice states. Shawn straightens up. "Taker?" "Yeah, it's me. Mind coming outside?" Taker asks. "Sure, can I ask what for?" Shawn questions grabbing his bag. "To make up for my ignorance." Taker answers. "To...ah....Kevin" "Kevin. I am truly sorry but, I'd like to tell you that to your face" Taker hums. "Ill be down." "See ya"

Shawn places the phone down and pulls on some decent clothes. He couldn't lie, he is quite excited. But he's also shitting himself. Is this going to be cute or a trap?

God Shawn needs to get out more. Shawn makes his way around the reception to the front door.

Shawn pauses at the sight. Taker leant against his bike with a bunch of black roses in his hand. Shawn can't fight the smile on his face as he rushes out the door.

"A whole bunch?" Shawn asks. Taker chuckles nervously and pushes away from his bike. "Well, you deserve a lot more. I forgot your gift. And I don't aspect to be forgiven, it's unspeakable, but I'm so so-" Takers eyes widen as shawn pulls him into a kiss. Their first kiss, when takers being an idiot.

Shawn pulls back and accepts the roses. "I forgive you. I forgive you because you feel like shit and you've gone out of your way to make it up to me. You've also brought me my first ever bunch of flowers. And did I mention your cute when your nervous and feeling bad?" Shawn rambles. "You just kissed me" Taker whispers. "Wh...oh..sorry" Shawn blushes. "I didnt mea-" now it's takers turn to kiss Shawn.

Shawn smiles as they pull back. "Drop the flowers off and allow me to take you out on a date. Treat you right." Taker suggest. "Your asking me out?" Shawn asks. "If you'd like that. I know a nice restaurant around here. We could then ride down to the beach and walk for a few. And then I'll walk you back to your door." Taker shrugs. Shawn takes takers hand. "And you'll stay over?" Shawn asks.

"If that's what you'd like. So, is it a yes?"

"Yes. I'd love too."

[redstonedust]

is. keep inventory on btw? when joel died after falling in lava he still had all his stuff? maybe there was a cut i didn't notice but i coulda sworn he didn't lose anything.

it is yes! i know i saw the clockers discuss that but i don't remember if anyone else mentioned it lmAO. no more stealing ppls stuff from their body.... sad

[pinkiepiebones]

Some slippers for @ninjathrowingstork​ and MORE sceencap observations

I’m really sorry, I coulda sworn there was a front shot of ‘em so you can see the design clearer. Hope these help, anyway!

And now some more observations

First, the camera moves so fucking fast and even at 0.1x speed it’s hard to see much of Renfield’s room. He’s got two pillows on a twin bed, this... chest? serving as a bedside table, an old-timey washbasin, a MESS of candle wax... Oh here’s the bug box. I never noticed before but it has a little claspy to keep it shut

Piles of books but an empty and maybe broken? china hutch in the back, can’t for the life of me ID that ceramic doodad- waay too big to be a shaving cream dealie... He’s also got MORE candlewax mess, and just fucking shoved an electric lamp on top of the candlestick? Dude? You okay? I mean I know he very much wasn’t in this scene but still.

And here’s something I never caught before. Look at his lower eyelid in this shot and in the one below.

See that? HIS EYES FUCKING GLOW WHEN HE’S GOT HIS POWER ACTIVE! I never noticed that before?! And the colour comes from inside and spreads out. Like, from the outside of the pupil. Neat!

As I’m going through at 0.1x speed, I’m also noticing, like. The place they’re in is in a state of disrepair. There are bodies, not just of the hunters, scattered around. This is not their first home. I wiiiiish we had a timeline of when they settled in New Orleans, because judging by the amount of bodies and the buckets and the blood throne, they’d been in that hospital a fucking while, so, like, Renfield had to scoop up burnt steak Dracula and coffin him and I guess put shit in storage until he bought the hospital? One of my magazines, Fangoria I think, had the director mention the blood throne being Renfield’s attempt to revive Drac intravenously, so... Did Renfield stow their belongings and his boss, buy the hospital, and then construct the throne and collect bodies before he even moved Drac in? What y’all think?

... Y’all think “shut up, Zombie.” I know. I get it. Anyway.

Drac’s eyes when enforcing his thrall are pale greeny blue,

and black with red around the pupils when he angy. Come to think of it, I wonder if the red in his eyes is the same deal as the gold in Renfield’s, in that it glows? Fuck that woulda been cool to see.

I’ve been laying here capping and typing for over an hour I’m off to get a snack k byyyyyyye

[crow-stars]

Hello!

Might I ask for your hcs for the Octavinelle boys dating a tall (6’0) S/O that was a model? Thanks!

of course dear reader! i absolutely adore that underwater dorm, so interesting and the dorm leader is quite adorable!

let's see...

the dorm of octavinelle dating a taller partner! now that is certainly something that sparks some ideas! let's see how this book turned out...

❝MY EYES ARE UP HERE❞

❦summary; love comes in all shapes and sizes. it just so happens that some contribute a lot to the sizes part.

♪the characters in this story; azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, gn!reader

❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, bullet points, usual octavinelle-esque antics

☛the author's notes; why the fuck is azul 5'9 i coulda sworn he was shorter. also something to get out while i work on those other two requests i got

☪look at the catalogue?

❛AZUL ASHENGROTTO❜

✧ Why are you so tall? 

✧ Shrink, perhaps?

✧ Azul is a good 5’9, 176 cm, but he feels so small when he stands next to his s/o. You're just so tall to him! 

✧ And a model no less? He has no idea how he was able to attract your attention, but he did. 

✧ Azul is thankful that you chose him out of all the people in this school

✧ In all honesty, Azul was sure that you and Vil would get together, seeing as you both were in the modeling world. So he was thoroughly surprised when you admitted your feelings for him. (Or when he decided to muster up the courage and confess to you)

✧ Speaking of Vil... 

✧ It’s not to say that Azul is jealous of Vil, no. It’s just that Azul dislikes the fact that Vil seems to have your attention a lot more than he feels he should. He’s not jealous.

✧ Moving on, Azul fully supports your career as a model and is happy to help on anything that you need

✧ Azul buys any magazines or products that you're a part of. He wants to be a supportive s/o to you too! 

✧ He’ll manage any finances you have if you want him to, he’ll be happy to help 

✧ You’re the resident retriever, getting books from the highest shelf in the library. Very, very helpful! 

✧ If you kiss him in public, on the cheek or the lips, he’s going to blow up. He’ll get all red in the cheeks and try to hide his face. And Seven forgive if Jade or Floyd, or even both of them, are in the area. Azul will never hear the end of it.

✧ Also kisses on the top of the head, he'll melt. 

✧ Azul just adores you, all of you

❛JADE LEECH❜

✧ He's intrigued

✧ Like, you're so tall. Not to say he dislikes it, he thinks that your height is endearing. 

✧ Jade just wants to know how you've grown to this height. Was it genetics? Perhaps your diet? He wants to know! 

✧ Your height doesn't affect him. Jade is 6'1, 190 cm, so he's about an inch taller than you. 

✧ He finds having one inch of height over you hilarious, though, and constantly reminds you of it. 

✧ Doesn't matter when you two are on a date, saying hello in the hall, or just cuddling. 

✧ Jade will find a way to mention your one inch height difference 

✧ He doesn't mind your career either. Jade likes seeing you model. 

✧ Especially when the outfit requires you to be wearing something that increases your height like heels or boots with more of a heel

✧ Jade likes seeing how much taller you get. 

✧ He won't admit it out loud, but Jade actually really likes when you wear shoes like that.

✧ When you're wearing stuff like that and decide to kiss his head or his cheek and you have to lean down, it makes Jade smile and heart warm

✧ Sometimes, he'll buy one of your magazines, peruse through the pages until he finds you. Any of the ones he really, really likes, he'll keep

✧ If you do a shoot with Vil or any other model, Jade won't mind that much. Unless it's a couples shoot. Then he'll tag along and glare at the other model. 

✧ Jade just adores you so much, you in all your glory. 

❛FLOYD LEECH❜

✧ “Finally, a worthy opponent” - Floyd probably

✧ He's so happy to have someone that's around his same height! 

✧ Floyd is 6'3, 191 cm. He doesn't mind that he's a bit taller than you, he just loves that he can lean over and kiss you without any troubles

✧ Though, he does get a bit frustrated sometimes because he can't easily pick you up or carry you. Floyd tried that once and while he did manage to pick you up in a princess carry, your limbs made it hard and Floyd ignored you for a bit. 

✧ But Floyd doesn't mind your height, finds it one of the most interesting parts of you. 

✧ One of his favorite games to play with you is the type where he grabs something of yours and holds it above his head or just out of your reach. And the only way to get it back is with a kiss~

✧ He knows you'll get it eventually, but Floyd likes seeing how long it'll take. 

✧ Sometimes he'll drag you to basketball practice, sometimes just hacking you watch and other times begging you to join in (much to Jamil's dismay) 

✧ But Floyd wishes you didn't have that stupid modeling career! You're always hanging out with the Betta fish! 

✧ Floyd has seen you in some magazines, he keeps up with some fashion stuff, so he knows the type of clothes you model for. 

✧ He hates when you have photo shoots, he wants to be hanging out with you, not in that stupid room with constantly flashing cameras

✧ So many times you've had to bribe your boyfriend with kisses so that he'd stay still during your shoots. It's a 70/30 shot though, with it flip flopping on which is the 70 or the 30. 

✧ Sometimes he'll cooperate, sometimes Floyd will just walk in front of the camera to the other side of the room because he didn't like where he was sitting before

✧ Usually, he'll behave for a bit longer with a quick affection fix

✧ Floyd may be a bit annoying at times, but he's just trying to show his love