#fay talks about art

[faytalepsy]

10, 11, 12 for the artist asks! 💜💜

10. are you right or left-handed?

Right handed!

11. warm or cool colours?

Warm! although I do like cool tones too

12. draw one of your favourite characters in 15 seconds.

okay, this escalated a bit

I filmed my first try at 15-second Farah and yeah... it's something (I don't know why I thought full body was the way to go...)

But then I got competitive and tried to do better so here is a page full of 15-second Farahs. pick your favorite

Then I thought I could try 10-second Farah

aaaand 5-second Farah but I needed almost ten seconds, it was just more stressed so this was a fail

and then in the end I decided to try 1-minute Farah

I am now ready to make this my new art style

send more asks!

[takingasterix]

Merlin AU with morgana and Gawain

I'm sorry, this is definitely not an AU, but you didn't specify anything and I tried a few ideas but couldn't get into any of them! I figured the Morgana-Gwaine dynamic was probably what you most wanted, so I just did a sketch of one of their torture scenes... hope that turned out okay!!

[completeoveranalysis]

[3]

OOH YES Fai and Kurogane are on edge now! While it was fun before and they were happy to flirt in the face of it all, now Lava Lamp is in extreme danger and They’re Not Enjoying That. Fai is now visibly (stressed? Upset? furious?) while he fights, and Kurogane is actually calling out his attack names again. And from that first panel we can see that they’re trying to get to him. They’re trying to save him from Syaoran now, so the endless clones are much more of a problem than they were even before. 

OOP!

HAVE YOU SEEN THAT EXPRESSION ON KUROGANE BEFORE?

THE FUN LEVELS ARE PLUMMETING EVEN FURTHER

I UH

A STAB?

Clamp really said You’re going to get stabbed in the chest and it’s going to be gorgeous.

[cesarescabinet]

🏵️Anti-Queen Morgan Le Fay🏵️

“From the cradle bars Comes a beckoning voice It sends you spinning You have no choice” (Spellbound- Siouxie and the Banshees)

Another submission for @queer-ragnelle's May Day Parade! Honestly, Morgan's really interesting in terms of her role in Arthuriana--occupying both roles as hero and villain even centuries after the original stories were penned down. The true embodiment of the trickster archetype!

[ehlnofay]

A Study in Self-Immolation

In which an eager young student learns the arts of spellcraft and staying (and almost all of that is a lie.)

posted another longer-than-usual story! this is a project that has been on the backburner for a good long while; I'm glad to finally finish it up. this piece explores my character arabella's foray into academia and the reasons why it goes the way it does. should you feel so inclined, please check it out - I would be absolutely bloody delighted :)

[sysig]

What are some rare characters you love that you think people don’t draw or write about enough

Do Max and Dex count I love them and I feel like I'm approximately 80% of the Helix fandom rn lol

Doug Peterson and Russ Frushtick from Law Abiding Citizen - the fandom has gotten real quiet over time but I still love them so much ♥ There's a lot you can read into or leave silly with their dynamic, I still wholeheartedly recommend the emerge, transformed series as one of my favourite interpretations of Russ especially 💕

The Editor from Jazzpunk - he's just a silly little guy! It's honestly such a shame that he's only really in the last chapter, I would love to see him explored more, he's the worst ♪

Tatsumi Souichi from Koisuru Boukun - genuinely one of my all-time favourite characters, and The Only Good Tsundere as far as I'm concerned lol. I'm gonna write about him! I've got my fanfic and video essay sitting in my drafts, but like agh!! He's so interesting!!! So beautifully flawed - he's internally consistent which is my Favourite - and watching him grow and change while still being himself over literal years has been a truly unparalleled experience as a reader 💖

Luke Wigglebig and Florette from Pajama Sam: You Are What You Eat From Your Head To Your Feet - I joked before about being the only person on the internet who ships them but like, I'm pretty sure that's actually true lol. Even just more fanart of them by themselves would make me happy, they're so cute!! Especially Luke, his design is adorable

And then probably a more well-known one but I haven't been following his fandom popularity lately haha, Fai D. Flowrite from Tsubasa - him, Nova, and Watanuki move in and out of being my CLAMP faves, though Fai is probably the most complex of the three of them. And he's a trash man! A garbage fire of a wizard ♥ I love him

[bruciemilf]

As a reward for helping with a problem, John Constantine wants to give Bruce a chance to talk to his parents. “I can only do one at a time, thought, so, who’s first?”

Bruce sweats, “That won’t be necessary.”

The batkids watch like ??? they’ve seen Bruce in every state a man could succumb and raise, but they’ve never seen him scared. Alfred calmly steps forward, “Please do.”

“No. Don’t.”

John “I don’t want peace, I want trouble, always” Constantine smells some opportunity for chaos and grabs it.

The result of that is the very angry spirit of Thomas Wayne fixing Bruce with the glare of the year, “You dropped oUT OF MED SCHOOL?!” The entire mansion seems to tremble.

Bruce yelps like a scolded cat and runs around the dining table, “I was busy with BATMAN—“

“ Che cazzo è un Batman, — Get back here! You were there a year, — Che cazzo fai, CHE CAZZO FAI?! Pack your bags, you’re going back.”

To the batkids’ absolute horror Bruce starts to cry, face watery and bright, and they finally understand what Alfred meant by tantrums. “Non voglio tornare indietro, papà!”

“Non mi interessa, cazzo, — wait till your mother hears about this, Harley graduated with HONORS. What exemple are you giving to my grandkids? Don’t — Don’t run, GET BACK HERE!”

Tim sweats in high school dropout, Dick sweats in cop, Jason sweats in drug lord, Damian sweats in art kid, and Stephanie just sweats in general.

“Should, uh… Should we help?”

“Are you kidding? I haven’t seen Jason this happy since the Queen died.”

[cultofcola]

turn and face the strange , david bowie.

marauders dr introduction. welcome to the 70s!

kerry colt was born with an attitude. (the author would also like to say that miss colt is serious damage for the united kingdom society, but can’t legally speak about it)

her parents knew she was going to be trouble after her first rebellious act: her birth. something bad always seemed to happen during baby showers, like her friends told her, but mrs colt planned everything to the little detail. nothing out of the ordinary would have happened. her and her husband moved to london not so long time ago, and for that special day, they invited their families alongside their favourite colleagues and friends. it was a strangely, unexpected sunny day, too warm to even be october. their firstborn was due in two months, and mr colt was talking with the potters who welcomed a little boy some months ago.

the people were talking, the food was spectacular (of course it was. they were italians) until, mrs colt felt something strange . . . or more like, she felt her daughter deciding to not listen to what the doctors told to her and her husband. she wanted to go out. more like, she was going out of her. ironic how even in a family full of seers, no one could have predicted that.

24th october 1960. mid autumn. kerry magnolia colt was a name cited in every magazine; the official heir of the colt dynasty. will she take the clairvoyant powers of her mother’s family? will she be able to honour her own surname?

spoiler alert: no (by her family) and yes (by the public). her dad’s side of the family doesn’t despise her, it’s more of a ‘why-i-didn’t-think-of-this’ kind of hate . . . and this is what happens when a nepo baby has clairvoyant powers thanks to the other side of her family.

. . . house of colt is known for their expertise in alchemy, a revered magical discipline in italy tied to the country's rich history of scholars like leonardo da vinci he was a wizard, yes. they perfected the art of transmutation, potion-making ( which is a tragedy, for kerry. she doesn’t even know how to cook ) and magical metallurgy; creating powerful elixirs, enchanted metals, and rare substances that only they can produce. the colts also had deep ties to italy's magical history, acting as the keepers of ancient secrets linked to the country’s mystical past. the roman empire wouldn’t be a thing without the colts, but this is something that so many people still can’t accept today. the colt family safe guarded ancient latin spells, artifacts, and relics; making them both feared and respected for the power they wield. and at the centre of conspiracy theories, but the family will never be caught talking about those in public. house of colt is a family of diplomats and powerful political figures in the wizarding world; with deep ties to international wizarding governments, a century-long hate feud with so many pureblood families (skoerzey&lipazi&coccotti i am looking at you) and also known for their ability to broke alliances, influence laws, and act as ambassadors between the magical and muggle politics of the EU. they reach extends globally, making them untouchable in terms of influence. and this is something kerry knows very well.

she had her first prophetic dream when she was very young, and since that day she looked like she knew something that everyone else didn’t, as if the universe itself was whispering secrets to her all the time. it was spooky, and at the same time, interesting to watch. kerry could compete against dumbledore in a ‘who is more disconnected with reality’ contest and no one would bat an eye if she won. fascinated by death, astrology, tarots and gothic architecture, you could see her with her grandfather, a very acclaimed historian, avidly listening to stories of ancient times philosophers, poetry about death and love, the medieval way to read stars, and everything that morgana le fay (kerry’s favourite historical figure, controversially) did. the things she knew shaped her, made her change overtime, made her evolve.

imaginative. playful. idealistic. unusual. unpredictable. witty. intelligent. energetic. (not to brag) mysterious. those are all terms used to describe her. but, not many know that her favourite colour is cherry red (not black, like everyone assumes) or that she loves lying on the floor, jokes that a six years old would make, heart-shaped sunglasses, the muggle rock music, arthurian novels, and the muggle book frankenstein. or that she, with all of her heart, hates quidditch, the snow, certain type of sweaters, and slow walkers.

after meeting her, seeing the people she surrounds herself with would make you roll your eyes and say out loud of course she is friends with them. kerry chooses her friends like she chooses to believe which prophetic dream will happen in thousands of future outcomes. because, of course this unpredictable young girl is soul mates with walking hurricanes.

yes, james and hazel / @angellane444 are going to teach her everything about pranks. going into chaotic situations constantly and with random quests are just part of their daily routines, think about pippi longstock and her two friends…yeah…. their parents are always worried every time the three of them meet. but that’s another story. and no, kerry and emma / @hrrtshape are not going to accidentally buy a small country…..and start some heated family feud….. because they were bored and wanted to see their ‘what if’ come to live. i hope.

and the moment that kerry and her friends were waiting for all their life? hogwarts. it was about to come. they received their letters (and kerry’s parents made her start the same year of her friends!!) on their fourteenth birthday, and miss colt couldn’t be more excited to finally buy her wand. what house she will be sorted in? it feels pretty obvious. daring, passionate about everything, has a strong will, fiercely loyal (so loyal that it became a negative traits of her). kerry colt is going to be a gryffindor. she just hopes that she is not going to get lost in the immense castle (she will) or get too many detentions (she will) and that she will make many friends (she will! enemies too…… mmmmmhmhm).

about her haters ……. spicy. soulful. inevitable. the classic ‘i saw you in my dreams before meeting you’ trope. you can call it divine timing, soul memory, poetry; i’ll call it yearning until your cells are begging you to abandon the resentment and dive in the carnal desire. kerry colt is a scorpio sun, moon, mars and libra rising. regulus black is a capricorn sun, cancer moon, leo rising. kerry may not know how to cook, but the universe did it for her.

the universe was giggling while the two of them had dreams about their future as a couple very much in love since they were kids. even without seeing each other’s faces, the two of them understood that what they dreamed about was their future spouse. kerry blamed it on her seer abilities, regulus had no idea what to do with that information. yes….. they saw the ring on their finger. yes, they heard their future selves laughing together and then woke up sweating in the cold of the night. yes, they couldn’t wait to meet the other. and then, the personification of the universe wanted to bang its head on a star when the two of them started to hate each other.

a classic. the italian and the french hate each other. he is too posh, she is too wild. he always seemed to look like he was better than anyone around him, and this always pissed her off because she doesn’t like pretentious people. and (!!!) sirius black, his brother, her new friend, always talked badly about him so, as the good friend she is, she continued to dislike him. and never…never!!! wanted to persue any kind of relationship with him. until……….. fifth year. all it took is an history of magic project and forced proximity. they are now nineteen and more mature, i hope. parties, masquerade balls, glances in classes. she is going to rant to her friends how ‘that assholes looks at me too much in class, what’s wrong with him??’ and he is just going to flirt with her while fighting. (leo rising is showing)

the life, mistakes, sins and almost deaths of kerry colt are too long to say in a tumblr post. she has the craziest attitude and this is what is, mainly, keeping her alive no matter the situation.

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[tupanaraul]

People who made jump when I saw a note from them:

- @lechugitaserrana = she's my girlfriend and she doesn't use Tumblr so much so I got very excited when I see something from her 🩵🩵

- @teambyler = I had a note once and my life hadn't been the same since then 🙏🥹 [edit: HE JUST LIKED ANOTHER ONE HELLO???]

- @diornies = an incredible artist, when I found out that she started following me I literally screamed ( @lechugitaserrana and @justwhenbluemeetsyellow can confirm that) 😭❤️‍🩹

- @thewisewill80sbyers = this person is like super famous to me, I keep asking to myself why does they follow me???

- @hazaddd1223 = Bro I follow them in like three different apps and they noticed me bro I can die in peace 💀

- @retrovhsguy = he's such a cool guy I LOVE his art and AJ@&X€+#&# HE FOLLOWS MEee 😭😭

- @mashkdemss = Love their art, when they like something I've made I'm like "Bro, he's way better than me, why do they like it???" 🥹

- @imactuallyreallycool = also, love their art and the Mikes scar drawing?? Goood is so cool 😫

- @furimmer96arts = I love her art, why would she like mine?? 😭

- @camrlart = love their art soo much, I knew them before I got Tumblr, it was just crazy when they liked one of my post

- @dexsdoodles = this person need more likes bro, I love their art when this person liked everything I did and I was about to cry 😭

- @bylertruth3r = I follow her on tiktok for so long you and you follow me, like, how?? She was one of the firsts who followed me and I was shocked

- @sofixt0k = also followed her on tiktok, love all the spanish bylers 😭

- @zingaarts = I love byler and dead poets society I can't ask for more... And they also follow me, WHY PEOPLE WHO ARE SO COOL FOLLOW ME?? 😭

- @justwhenbluemeetsyellow = she's so fay, the first person who talked to me here and I'm thankful for that <3 (PD: we need more stickers from Hunter)

- @it-was-a-seven07 = their art is so cute, loved when they liked one of my posts 😭

- @kakerutori = literally all of my friends heared from she for her tiktok account and when she liked my post I went to tell everyone 🤭🤭

- @stranger-comet = their 70s byler drawing was so cuuuute and they liked one of my poooost ❤️‍🩹

+ @ickyalienxx @star-41306 @eilissxx @swingthesameway @shadowyyyidk @bylersisendgame @lazykittiez @qolazz @i-eat-homeless-people @cosmorom @krakoansam + a lot more mutuals = such lovely mutuals, I love seeing notes from them, I'm starting to be more active now so I hope I can talk to you more 😭 🫶

What conclusion can we draw from this? I love Tumblr artists and everyone here is so cool, I just can't help feeling thankful lol ❤️‍🩹

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Another early 18th century literary fairy tale from the mysterious Comtesse D.L., this time one that begs for a sapphic reading:

The Princess Patientine in the Forest of Erimente

(La Princesse Patientine dans la Forest d’Erimente, published in: Les Chevaliers Errans et le Génie familier par Madame la Comtesse D***, 1709; translated by B. Stableford in: The Tyranny of the Fays Abolished, 2018, Black Coat Press.)

A cruel, greedy ogre named Insacio learns from the goddess Avarice that if he could get the princess Patientine in his power, he would become the richest of all ogres. To this end he disguises himself as a handsome prince and goes to court her. The princess and her mother the queen are charmed by him, but:

Patientine had a very strong amity for a young woman of her court named Espritée. She held the first place in her heart as she held it by her rank with regard to the queen, and she did not hide anything from her. She confided to her the nascent tenderness she had for Insacio.

Espritée fears her beloved princess’s unhappiness and tries to convince her not to accept the false prince’s proposals. But because the queen and princess Patientine both wish for the marriage, she drops her opposition and instead insists on accompanying the princess to her marital home. That home turns out to be the ogre’s horrible lair, teaching the princess how cruelly she was deceived by her new husband. She is put to work gathering herbs, brewing potions, spinning and overseeing the people he forces to dig for treasure. All the ogre cares about is her bringing him riches, not allowing her a moment’s rest:

He found her lying at the foot of a tree conversing with her dear Espritée. The furious ogre vomited all the most horrible insults at the unfortunate princess and swore to take away the only consolation she had by sending Espritée away. He would have done so right away had it not been for the fear that the young woman might tell the queen about her daughter’s woes.

Espritée stays however, until princess Patientine is discovered by Prince Courageous, who had met her at her mother’s court and had always had a preference for her. He professes his love for her, but Patientine responds with nothing but “discretion” (because she is married). However, finding her maltreated and exploited by such a cruel monster of a husband the prince wants to rescue her and asks Espritée how it might be done. Espritée tells him they ought not just to alert the queen, but also the powerful fay Clementine, who is a relative of Patientine’s. So they set off together.

The princess did not learn about her friend’s departure without chagrin, and could not understand what had obliged her to leave her, knowing the tender amity that she had for her.

The ogre’s cruelty to Patientine increases, but meanwhile Prince Courageous and Espritée arrive at the palace of the fay Clementine, who tells them she needs time to prepare the rescue of the princess. (Courageous and Espritée spend most of their time talking about Patientine, despite being offered magical entertainment.) Finally the fay declares:

“Espritée,” she said, “my charms are ready; it requires no less power than mine to extract Patientine from Insacio’s irons. He has employed all the art of Hell to form an enchantment that renders her invisible to our eyes; Avarice has given him advice, but I shall render his power useless and render the princess to you. Let us depart right away, in order to arrive at his tenebrous abode at sunrise. And you, Prince Courageous, forget your valor, and without using your arms to vanquish the monsters—they would be impotent against them—leave me the care of breaking Patientine’s chains.”

Espritée is impatient to see the princess again and when they arrive at the ogre’s lair the fay’s dazzling splendour makes Patientine drop the heavy cauldron she is holding. The fay turns the water into an endless stream, that turns to gold on the ground of the cave, making the troll wild with greed when he rushes towards the commotion. He picks up the gold “without perceiving the Fay, the prince or Espritée, who was holding the princess in her arms”. As soon as he touches the gold it turns back into water, running through his fingers.

The fay curses him to stay there forever, trying to gather gold he cannot touch, takes all his deadly power from him, and proclaims that he will lose the princess because his cruelty towards her has made him unworthy of possessing her. (That he married her under false pretences is not mentioned, nor that he is an ogre while she is human.)

The fay takes Patientine, Espritée and Courageous back to the court of Patientine’s mother the queen, who is overjoyed to see her beloved daughter again and has nothing but gratitude for Clementine, caresses for Espritée and esteem for Courageous. The tale then ends:

After having heaped the charming Patientine with benefits, the fay returned to her palace. Courageous remained at the court of the Queen of Lydia, and, adapting his passion to the virtue of the princess, adored her in secret. Espritée shared the fay’s gifts with Patientine, and, charmed to have her with her, knew no greater happiness than being loved by Clementine and her dear princess.

Interestingly this story is part of a framing narrative (The Familiar Spirit) in which a Persian woman is imprisoned by a jealous husband and wishes she had a sylph for a lover (much like the beginning of Marie de France’s Yonec). The tale of Princess Patientine, who is also mistreated by her husband, is a manuscript left by the sylph to amuse her in his absence.

The translator, Brian Stableford remarks that while the plot of an innocent young woman being married to a monster is "par for the course" for this style of 18th century conte de fée, the treatment of Prince Courageous and the ending with the focus on Patientine and Espritée certainly is not:

Tales produced at Louis XIV’s court, whether in writing or in action, were not usually allowed to end like that because it was not an ending to which royal and customary privilege was usually granted, but that one sneaked in in disguise.

I did notice that in the Comtesse D.L.'s other stories most of the female protagonists, whether they are married or single, have a female companion they love dearly, who is their only consolation during their inevitable plot-relevant suffering. But none of the companions seem as proactive as Espritée and only Patientine ends up free to reject both her evil and her worthy suitors in favour of staying with their dearest companion. The Familiar Spirit seems unfinished, but the story of Patientine is complete and thereby forms the end of the collection. So perhaps the Comtesse was simply working her way up to this particular kind of happy ending <3

[faygelehh]

about me !

jo / j / fay 22 yo || white ashkenazi jewish || disabled || queer transmasc 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈⚧️✡️♿️♾️🌈 i make weird furry art because it brings me joy (: this is my art blog! i speak english & am learning yiddish! i am shy and not very conversational, but i dont bite!

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[fiotrethewey]

So I met one of my author heroes last night.

I should probably include some context, as to understand why this was so special, you have to go way back, to a baby Fio when I was about 12/13 years old.

I was hooked on Darren Shan's Cirque Du Freak series - a series of nine books about a boy who becomes a vampire's assistant. It was a very different take on vampires, on how they fed, but there was a lot to relate to. Growing Up, Trust, Friendship, Betrayal. Even though I was absolutely terrified of spiders, and they were a prominent plot point, I quickly gobbled up the story. And I had to read the rest.

I could even contribute that it was also listening to the audio books of Cirque Du Freak and the Vampire Assistant that got me into audio recordings (though I also loved quite a few audio books before then, but I will never forget Alan Cumming's performance!)

But honestly, Darren Shan is more than just a book series to me. It's the start of something that would develop into the person I am today. One time I was reading one of the books at a family friend's birthday when an elderly couple sat down on either side of me and inquired about my book.

This couple were Keith and Fay, family members of my mum's best friend. They wanted to talk to me after that about all things horror and theatre. Something that I hadn't really done with adults before. My parents weren't big readers or theatre people, so it was nice to find kindred spirits in them. I read Dracula, and they read Darren Shan. They indulged my fanart, and Keith in particular loved to say (and I agreed) that he would be a good fit for Larten Crespley.

I was always drawing fan art for them, and telling them my ideas for stories, and they indulged this teen, and spurred me on. Keith always wanted Dracula to end differently, and we often talked about favourite films and movies together over dinner.

Unfortunately, both of them passed away tragically within the four years I got to know them. Fay first, then Keith, but thanks to them I grew a love for Gothic Horror. I still loved those stories, but they came with a fresh sadness to lose such incredible people, so I put them aside for a long time. That's where it sat in the shadows, waiting until I met Georgia in 2020, who inspired that urge again in me to re-read Dracula, and now we're creating our own Dracula-based content.

Last night I got to finally meet Darren at a 25th Anniversary Signing of Cirque Du Freak. Unfortunately all of my copies are currently in storage in Cornwall, but was very happy to have the inner cover of the new version of Cirque signed. He was honestly such a wonderful man - and I had the most wonderful time surrounded by likeminded fans.

I wish there had been time to explain all of this, but I felt it easier to write this here instead. Thank you for everything, Darren!

[your-mommy-ems]

Hiii im Emma the amount of fandoms I'm in is concerning. The amount of books i'm writing at once is also concerning. Point is you should just be concerned, enjoy your stay at my blog - here is a piece of cake 🍰

-> Im Emma/Ems or whatever nickname u want to give me I love giving people nicknames and petnames. Basic info -> She/her, minor, capricorn, intj, australian, ferrari girl, i will defend my babies warnette and evajacks until i die, a believer in sarcasm, i post about my writing sometimes, sometimes - cause im too lazy to write, im an ambivert and a joey lynch and damon torrance defender

Books -> [series] The inheritance games, acotar, shatter me, the folk of the air, pjo [im new to the fandom] the prison healer, caraval, ouabh, dance of theives, divine rivals, boys of tommen, the lunar chronicles, the red queen, the naturals, six of crows, devils night, boys of tommen [standalone] Better than the movies, the do over, betting on you (basically anything by lynn painter), the cheat sheet, powerless, the summer of broken rules and A LOT more. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Music -> taylor swift, gracie abrams, [recently getting into] maisie peters, tate mcrea, sadie jean, a little of lana del rey, chase atlantic, artic monkeys, guns and roses, conan gray. my music is all over the place lmao. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Movies/tv shows -> friends, b99, babysitters club, alexa and katie, fuller house, now you see me 1&2, oceans 11,12&13, knives out 1&2, mamma mia, adam project, red notice, enola holmes, and pretty much most chick flicks 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Other -> rain <3, christmas, baking/cooking, art -> I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw though. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 Moodboards -> I love making moodboards here is the masterlist 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝Writing -> i have a few side blogs but my public writing blog is @the-ballad-of-us and i also have a secret one see if you can find it ;)

Misc -> my dream life is to runaway to paris or new york and open up a bookstore/cafe/flower shop. (and to be the rich hot aunt the everyone loves), I want to travel when I'm older! [places] -> London, Paris, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Sweden, Germany, New York, Bahamas, Japan, Korea, and a bunch more!, I spend an unhealthy amount of time on Pinterest and Tumblr, 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 -> If we're moots, we're best friends, no takes backs. -> I over use lmao, lol, <3, :), and 😭 too much. im trying not to come on too strong and be rude lol (right there see? perfect example) -> My Wattpad -> My Pinterest -> I love talking to new people, and asks and dms (only for minors unless i agree to it :)) are always open <3 -> i most likely won't follow you back if you don't have an intro post, but if you want to get to know me just send me an ask :) 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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Happy fourth birthday, Crème de la Crème!

I’ve been writing in this setting for five and a half years now and as the years have gone by, I’ve found I have more and more ideas to explore.

When I first pitched Crème de la Crème - more about that process here, from CdlC’s third birthday last year - it felt risky. I’d made romance-focused games before, but they were short, and focused on one character per game. My first CoG game, Blood Money, along with a lot of my other early games, is fantastical, violent, and moody, where CdlC is generally much lighter - in overall tone, if not in all the events that happen. But I’d been yearning to write a school game for a long time - I was idly thinking about it sometime during Blood Money - and this was my opportunity to do it.

And I’m really glad I did! Crème de la Crème has reached a larger audience than I ever thought possible, it won XYZZY awards that I was absolutely stunned to receive (Best Writing, and tying for Best Story and Best Game in 2019), and it continues to bring people enjoyment even after all these years. It feels really magical that people who don’t even know me have enjoyed this story, characters, and world.

I learned a huge amount from making it and it’s been a jumping-off point for future games in the same setting - so even though it came out four years ago, it’s still very much part of my life which is really lovely.

To think I was initially worried that people wouldn’t enjoy a game with so little combat in it!

Thank you to everyone who's played, gave feedback while it was being made, who's talked about it, who's made art about it, and who's supported it in any manner of ways. I really appreciate it. And particular thanks to Abigail C Trevor for the editing, Kris Lorischild for copyediting, Paula Tuazon for the beautiful art, and my wife Fay Ikin for helping me at every step of the way.

[cadrenebula]

Junelezen - Day 1 Beginning

She couldn't help but notice how much better he looked than when he'd left all those moons ago. Whatever the troupe was doing for her brother, it was definitely working. Now he actually looked healthy and healing. It was like a new start for him even if the main problem behind what caused his downward spiral hadn't been permanently dealt with yet. But Alberich would be dealt with in time. Once Stefan was in a better place to deal with that. His road to recovery was a long one for how badly he'd been health wise before going to stay with the Blue Moon Troupe.

They'd both found their new beginnings even if it had been in different ways. Even if she had found hers long before he had. She listened as Stefan both talked and griped about his time with the troupe. About his ability to turn his art skills into a weapon now. His new familiar, Fai. Destiney was glad to see her brother like this. Less haunted and healthy. Letting his carbuncle and familiar entertain his niece alongside the small wolf.

She watched as her twin got up to go pester his niece, a content smile on her face. Closing her eyes when Syluss walked over to place a kiss on the top of her head. Reaching out to him for a hand to hold as she opened her eyes to look up at him. She had everything she could ever want. And Stefan was slowly finding his own path towards the same just like she had.

[endless-summer-soldier]

dr. feelgood - chapter nine

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, PTSD, choking

word count: 2.8k

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After checking on my patients and changing out of my scrubs, I walked into the parking lot to find Bucky leaning against the side of a shiny black jeep.

“There she is!” he announced, straightening his posture to greet me. “I was starting to wonder if you were standing me up.”

“I would never,” I feigned offense.

“I have a hard time believing that.”

I considered my dating history, “Sure, I’ve ghosted guys before. But I’ve never actually stood someone up. That’s just cruel.”

“Fair enough, but don’t even think about ghosting me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I winked at him. He opened the passenger side door for me, like a true gentleman, and I climbed into the car. 

The drive to his place was short and we made easy small talk on the way. I was expecting to feel nervous in the lead up to our arrival at his place, but I wasn’t. He pulled into the driveway of a brick row home, with navy shutters and white accents along the windows. I let myself out of the car before he could open the door for me and he led me up the couple stairs to the front door. There was a welcome mat on the front porch that read The Neighbors Have Better Stuff and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Is this your version of home security?” I asked, pointing to the mat with my toe.

He chuckled, “My sister got that for me when I bought the house. And I have to say no burglaries yet so it must be working.”

When he opened the front door, I was surprised to find that his house felt very homely. I was expecting a bachelor pad, with hard edges and several shades of grey. Instead, I was met with neutral colors, tasteful art, and warm lighting. Bucky placed his keys on a hook by the front door and told me to make myself at home. I shrugged my jacket off and before I could find a spot for it, Bucky took it from my hands and put it on a hanger in the hall closet. I slid off my ankle boots and found a seat on the very comfortable sectional, as Bucky flipped a switch that started a flame in the fireplace. 

“Here’s the remote, you can find something to put on the TV while I grab us a few drinks.”

I clicked on the TV and was met with a wide selection of programs. “You have all the streaming services…” I spoke in disbelief.

“And cable,” he added.

“Sheesh, living the dream over here.”

“You know what’s embarrassing about that? I almost never watch TV,” he admitted.

I gaped at him, thinking about the intricate network of log-ins I’d collected and bartered for over the years.

He sat next to me on the couch with a decanter of red wine and two crystal glasses.

“Let me guess, this is a vintage sangiovese from a little village in the south of Italy?”

He poured a sample into a glass and handed it for me to try before adding, “Don’t give me too much credit, it’s a midrange bottle. A Spanish tempranillo.”

“Mmm,” I replied, before imitating a sommelier, swirling the wine around before taking a big whiff. I took a sip and contemplated before making my assessment, “I’m getting strong notes of grape.”

Bucky let out a chuckle before topping off my glass and filling his own. He leaned deeper into the couch and I did the same, keeping about a foot of distance between us.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to impress me, Barnes,” I declared.

He shrugged, “Is it working?”

“Maybe a little.”

He pulled his phone out and tapped a few buttons, before smooth jazz started playing over the speaker system in the house.

“How about now?” 

“Why have we been spending all this time at my place when you live in this literal smart home?” 

“I had to make sure you weren’t after me for my money,” he joked.

“Oh, is that not clear? I’m definitely only interested in you as a sugar daddy.” He gave me a look and I was pleased to have grated on his nerves just a bit. “But seriously, your house is incredible.”

“You haven’t even seen the whole thing.”

“Are you going to give me the tour?” I smiled.

He nodded, “I can give you a tour.” He stood up and held his hand out for me. We started on our current floor, where he showed me his incredibly clean kitchen and back deck, overlooking the water. Then he took me into the basement, where he had a room that could only be described as a mancave, with a big screen TV, comfortable seating, and a small stocked bar. There was also a small room in the back that had a home gym, full of free weights, a treadmill, and a Peloton. 

Next we headed toward the second floor, which contained the laundry room, home office, and the master bedroom. We paused when we reached the master bedroom, as I entered the room and decided to look around.

“Does this meet your standards?” he joked. I smiled at him as I walked around the bed and peeked into the bathroom. It was immaculate. Perfectly clean and tidy, well decorated, and aesthetically pleasing. I was impressed.

“Are you always this clean?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“Ever since the military. They ingrained cleanliness into me, despite my protests.”

“Remind me to thank them. Most guys I know live in their own filth.”

“Well I’m not most guys,” he said, stepping a foot closer to me. “You want to know the best part about this room?”

“Does music magically play in here too?” I asked.

“It does, but that’s not the best part.” I tilted my head, waiting for him to explain further. He didn’t speak more, but ushered me to come to him. I complied, standing about a foot in front of him, dying in anticipation. He placed both hands on my shoulders and gently guided me backwards, until the back of my legs hit the mattress. Then he pushed me down so my knees buckled and I was sitting on the bed. As I sunk into the soft mattress, I felt like I was sitting on a cloud. I instinctively leaned back so that my torso was on the bed and let out an unconscious sigh.

“This is amazing.”

I heard Bucky chuckle as he watched me, “After I got back from my deployment, all I wanted was a soft bed. I didn’t want any reminders of lumpy cots or sleeping in the desert.”

“I don’t think I can go back to my bed after feeling this one.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to,” Bucky flirted. He slowly crawled on top of me and my hands instinctively found their way around him. I gently scratched the hair at the back of his neck and studied his face, trying to read his expression. His pupils were wide and were focused on my eyes, flashing briefly to look at my lips. I could sense his heart beating out of his chest, matching my rhythm, and he let out a deep exhale that barely reached my mouth. We were in a stare off, taking each other in and waiting on edge to see who would make the first move. The edges of his mouth slowly turned upward into an amused grin and that was it for me. I pulled him towards me, desperate to feel the caress of his soft lips. His touch did not disappoint. As soon as we connected, I probed my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He placed his strong hand on my jaw and entwined his fingers into my hair.

We moved together slowly, savoring the moment instead of rushing to the finish line. Bucky had moved from my lips to my neck, planting wet kisses down to my collar bone, where he lingered, doing things that would surely leave a mark. I ran my hands up the back of his shirt, needing more skin to skin contact. I scratched small circles around his back before I whispered, “Can I take this off?”

He pulled away to catch his breath and grabbed the collar of his shirt from the back and easily pulled it over his head.

“Your turn,” he said smugly. I rose to his challenge, propping myself on my elbows to pull off my top. While I wish I’d been wearing some lacy lingerie, I was clad in a ribbed bralette in heather grey. 

“I’m sorry I’m not in lingerie, but I didn’t expect-”

He cut off my defense with a kiss, massaging my lips with his and sending his tongue in to explore my mouth.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed in between kisses. “Don’t ever apologize for how you look.”

That statement turned me on even more, if that was possible. I pushed him off of me and directed him to lay next to me on the bed. I unzipped my jeans and shimmied out of them, then climbed on top of Bucky so I was straddling him.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” he begged. I wanted to tease him more but I wasn’t sure I could hold it together much longer either. I hovered over him, planting a few kisses on his lips before making my way down his body to his pelvis. I playfully nipped at his hip bones before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down his muscular legs. I could see his erection through his boxer briefs and wasted no time massaging his bulge.

His head dipped back into the mattress in pleasure, and I had barely even started. I pulled down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his erection from its confinement. I gripped him firmly, sliding up past the tip and back down in a fluid motion. Bucky let out a contented sigh, giving me the confidence I needed to continue. I leaned forward to take his shaft in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as I massaged his member with my tongue. He reached down and tangled his hand in my hair, gently massaging my scalp.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he breathed. I continued blowing him, paying special attention to the tip and fondling his balls. I heard him grunt and tasted the slightly salty taste of his semen. I eased working his shaft with my mouth, opting to clasp him with my hand, as I swallowed down his load. He guided my head up off of his penis and pulled me up towards him, squeezing me into a tight bearhug.

“You are amazing,” he gushed, kissing my cheek and neck repeatedly. I wiggled out of his tight grasp to reposition myself so that I could see him better. I placed a hand on his jaw and pulled him toward me, kissing him with vigor yet again. He placed a hand on my hip, gently running his thumb over my pelvic bone. He pulled away sooner than I wanted, and I tried to pull him back to me. He recognized the look in my eyes, and gave me a soft smile as he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind my ears. 

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make it up to you.” He gently laid me down on the mattress as he shifted his weight on top of me. He started with my lips, exploring my mouth with a slow, lingering kiss. Then he peppered kisses along my jaw, up to my ear. He tugged my earlobe with his teeth and then planted soft kisses behind my ear. He moved down my neck, applying pressure with his tongue. As he continued south, briefly teething on my clavicle before journeying down to my sternum. He slid his hands up my sides and under my bralette. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow, as if asking for my permission to proceed. I gave him a quick nod and he peeled the bralette up, freeing my breasts. I pulled the bralette over my head and shivered slightly at the cold air caressing my nipples. Bucky picked up on my momentary discomfort and acted quickly, bringing his mouth to my left nipple as his hand massaged my right breast. I let out an unconscious moan and noticed a smirk on Bucky’s lips before he switched sides to the other breast. Things started to get fuzzy as I was entering a natural high.

Bucky moved down lower, teasing my abdomen, pelvis, and inner thighs along the way. He pulled my thong off slowly, teasing me, but then his tongue found my clitoris and I was sent into orbit. He managed to circulate the use of his fingers, lips, and tongue to all my sensitive areas. My fingers were digging into the bed sheets, looking for something to grasp as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm.

Bucky took me by surprise when he inserted a second finger and I let out a heavy breath. I shifted my gaze down toward Bucky and was met with his ocean blue eyes looking up at me. I could’ve sworn he was smiling too, even though his mouth was focused on pleasuring me. And that was all it took. I succumbed to my orgasm, shuddering and releasing all the tension in my body as Bucky lapped up my juices, savoring every drop. I felt light headed from the intense orgasm that came quickly. I’d never finished like that from oral stimulation alone. I blinked rapidly up at the ceiling, trying to refocus my eyes and sighed, “Oh Buck.”

I felt his weight shift up as he crawled up beside me, “How was that, my little sex goddess?”

I turned toward him and couldn’t hide the smile from my face. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I nuzzled into him and said, “I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”

“Me neither.”

I was startled awake by my own gasping. My eyes bugged and I struggled to breathe as the pressure increased to my throat. Bucky was on top of me, his legs straddling my waist, but not in a fun way. He had me pinned down to the mattress and his forearm was pressed into my windpipe. His eyes were glazed over, almost like he was possessed.

I tried to call his name but it came out as more of a gasp. Then I made the mistake of trying to push him off me. I should’ve realized fighting back would just make him push harder, but I wasn’t thinking, I was reacting. 

His hands were now enclosed around my neck as he started to squeeze harder. My first instinct was to panic, but I knew that wouldn’t help break him from his trauma-induced haze. If I could just talk to him, maybe it would wake him up. Maybe my voice could break into the nightmare he was having, even just to serve as a distraction. I tried to speak again, but all that came out was a squeak.

I needed to pull him back to reality, so I tried something unexpected. If he thought I was a dangerous enemy, the last thing he would expect would be affection. I gently placed my hands on his jaw. His expression shifted slightly and his grip on my neck loosened a bit. I took the opening and carefully pulled his face closer to mine, rubbing little circles behind his earlobes with my finger tips. As his face drew nearer, his forehead and nose connected with mine and his hands released my neck. I barely brushed my lips against his mouth and felt all the tension in his body melt away. I took in a few deep breaths, relieved to have de-escalated the situation. Bucky rolled back to his side of the bed, but curled into me. I directed his head to my chest and ran my fingers through his hair, giving him a scalp massage. He fell back asleep with ease, his breaths and body weighing heavy on me.

Despite the soothing sounds of his breathing, I was wide awake. Adrenaline was still coursing through my veins from the attempted strangulation. The strangest thing was, I wasn’t upset with Bucky. That wasn’t the Bucky I knew, it was just a PTSD flare up. I should’ve been scared of him, of another attack. Yet, I couldn’t imagine leaving him. He talked a little about his time in the military but he never got into any of the specifics. PTSD never even crossed my mind, Bucky always seemed so put together. And now that I saw the darker side of him, all I wanted was to help him and protect him from his haunting thoughts.