#gosh i'm still really happy with their colors too

[leviathanxprincess]

Introducing Homicipher Characters to Your Plushies - Pt. 3 !

The Homicipher Characters come to you in hopes for whatever insanity they plan to drag you into, you instead have a different plan! Showing them your plushies!

Notes: Gender Neutral Reader! This Part includes: Ms. Bride, Ms. Nurse, Ms. Blue-Clad, Hairdresser, & Adami ! Girls Round 🫶

Previous Parts: One & Two

Ms. Bride

So cute !!!!!! Oh my gosh !!!! She loves your plushies so much !!!

She immediately wants to put them in cute little outfits! Please let her do so she'll love you even more than she does now!

You both have so much fun with your plushies, she loves them as equally as you do.

She memorizes all the names and any lore you may have and also their importance to you.

If you so desire she'd love to see up little tea parties or something with them. It'd be a lot of fun! You could put together your own wedding with them as the guests as well!!!

She did not know how much she adored plushies until she met you and she's so happy that she did. Please get her some plushies of her own. She'll got absolutely insane dressing them up and will never let them go.

Ms. Nurse

She loves you and your plushies a lot !!! You're so adorable when you talk about them and she loves when you do !!

As a nurse she completely understands how plushies and other small gifts can help comfort a person. So she knows just how important they are to you and will never judge you for that ever.

If she ever sees you remotely upset she will bring over the plushies she knows that brings you the most comfort and place them on you.

She finds some comfort in the plushies as well, and she would be over the moon if you got matching ones for you and her.

I'm not sure how much she knows how to sew, but if she sees a hole or anything on one she'll wrap it up in bandages to make sure the stuffing doesn't fall out!

It's hurt after all! She's gotta take care of it and help it and you feel better in any way that she is capable of.

Overall, she's a huge lover of plushies, and loves that you love them too! 10000% memorized all their names after that day you told her about them.

Ms. Blue-Clad

She seems like the type to like plushies a lot. Though I think she prefers when they're smaller plushies rather than the bigger ones.

She'll listen to you talk about them but I'm not sure how much she's actually memorizing about them. If anything she's just looking at the different colors and creatures they are.

Any blue plushies you have she immediately adores. Those are her favorites.

Bonus points if you get her one later on.

That being said! She thinks you're adorable when you're talking about them!!!

She wants to smother you in kisses so badly!!! And she probably will.

Honestly so long as you are happy and smiling, I think she is as well.

Hairdresser

... Do any of them need haircuts?

If you say no she'll totally understand. But if you allow her to give one or two a haircut she'll still make sure they look super cute!!

I don't think she had deep thoughts on the plushies, but she will listen to you talk about them. Especially if you let her do your hair while you talk.

Might occasionally bring you one or two she comes across while looking for her scissors if she loses them.

I don't know if she'll memorize all their names but she definitely remembers the ones you talk about the most.

Decorate her little salon with plushies!

She will allow it only because it's you. Plus, she does really like the fact it adds some character.

Adami Adashino

Staring blankly. This girl walked into her partner's house covered in blood said partner just starts rambling on about plushies.

Honestly, she can't deny she's endeared.

10000% the type to get cuteness aggression.

Can and will start squeezing and pinching your cheeks and such. But she can't help it!!! Look at how adorable you are!!

She will learn their names for you but she doesn't always remember them very well.

But like. You still think she's cuter than your plushies right? Right?

If you don't say yes prepare for her to be jealous. Good luck!

[scara-writes]

100% perfect

GN!Esper!Reader x Y!Guide!Male OC

Note: hello im back. A lot happened, I had an anxiety attacks, my mind has been having a lot of bad thoughts, my dog passed away last year—three months ago... I didn't have a lot of time for me to write since I've been grieving for my dog's death up until now but I'm okay, I'm healing... Anyway, my writings is rusty and probably didn't improve. I know some of you guys really tried to reach out through ask and I'm kind of happy. Thanks. For now I'll give this to piece of one shot for a new year. This Esper x Guide thing I made might not be accurate. All i know is they are similar to Alpha x Omega shits except the curse thing on espers. This might be cringe. i will try to edit it. I will try to update the other oc's as well.

-also please do not do this, i do not condone anything in this story. This is purely fiction and be kept as a fiction.

CW: implied se(g)s, implied suicide(mention), yandere, drugging, manipulation, dynamic power, etc.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"(Y/n)!!" A ginger haired male rush up to you, hugging you by the time you step on the greenery field of the university. Pastel blue of sweater was the first thing you see before you were envelope by a hug. You tense when his arms coils around your waist, hearing him breathe out of relief as he buries his face on your left shoulder. 

You don't know what to do everytime he does this. There were eyes everywhere and it doesn't seem like he is bothered by it.

Of course why would he?

Micah Clarke is not only popular and prettiest student in this campus. He is known for being famous as the youngest champion of ice skating 3 years ago, defending his title until now. His luscious natural lips, his hazel eyes that could make you halt on what you were doing, the type to make yourself give him a third glance because he is so pretty. So pretty that you sometimes envy his glassy skin, igniting a insecurities to yourself. His soft curly ginger hair and freckled face that matches his glossy alabaster complexion. The type of guy who prefers cute, pastel than those typical guys—omg so unique(lol)—that always choose to wear dark or dull colors. Everyone finds him attractive including yourself. Everything about him screams beauty and elegance. He can hook up with men and women if he wants to but he chose not to.

From what you heard, he is a rare S-rank Guide. Most espers would try hook up with him atleast make a contract with someone like him. He would rather spend his time painting his nails, crochetting, organising or planning his time, practicing his amazing skills on ice skating, or rather do hundred routine for his skincare than hook up with other people. Quirky, Alright. Still, this doesn't stop people from wanting to go between his pants and his fame.

To people he is a swan. He is epitome of perfection.

You always see him pass by to your department, always getting called by the principal,inviting him to do a photoshoot, using his face as an advertisment for upcoming enrollent or any event inside the university. You never dwell yourself to swoon on to him whenever he pass by. Fine, you do like him. But not the kind of like where you are romantically interest to him. You just admire his looks, his talents and that's about it. You just don't like he was too friendly, there's nothing wrong with that but invading someone else personal bubble space—and the feeling of shame on yourself for being near someone kind as him—as if you two are already close is not your thing to a person you rarely talk to. Unlike him, you are the quite the opposite when it comes to socialising,You like being alone, you aren't anti-social, atleast, that's what you think you are. You are confident by yourself. An Introvert.

You just like the silence. It eases your deteriorating mind—(stupid esper curse) Somewhere peace and quiet,reading books, listening to music—gosh laufey and wave to earth and even (favorite singer/composer) always sound so good, spending time with your pets, to drown out insanity voices piling up in your head. Although you just have a few friends, you love to be alone. You once dream about getting a job. To work hard and earn a good money, once you have enough money. You would spend it to buy a house and lot somewhere away from the city and nearby the countryside with a small farm. Letting your family and friends to visit you time to time in occassions. Where you can spend the rest of your life alone and happy. A dream that would be come true if only you didn't awakened as an esper after you reach 18.

As for the guy who has the entire school and other people folded for him. He is choosing you to lend his attention, to a person who doesn't like attention. So why was he talking to someone who is a nobody like a B-rank Esper like you? The only interaction you had with him before he let himself in your life was when you pull him away from the bridge—you didn't know him at that time—a few exchange greeting—which of course he would be the first one to initiate it—and.... The party....

"N-ngh!!!" A whiny moan escape his lips. Your lips were on his neck drinking each of his soft sound coming from his mouth. The blaring party background can be ignore in the background thanks to the closed lock door of this room the both of you are in.You bite and nip his skin as if animal marking its prey. You didn't care if you torn his shirt, you just needed his guide seep through more, letting your body gone addicted to him. "(Y-y/n)!" The whay he whimpered your name made you groaned. The way every pulse from his body sends his guiding through your body.  You were delirious, you can't resist him—

"Missed you! Why aren't you checking my messages? You know I got worried when you didn't reply." He whined, his orbs shows concern and sadness. You look away.

"...hey." you greeted him with quieter tone. You pulled away from the hug not liking the way your body just relaxes everytime his guide powers automatically seeps through your body. You don't hate it but you don't like the way that your body depends on someone just for the sake of being sane and relax.

.... The shame you are feeling over the past few weeks.

You still feel guilty and ashamed about it everytime you remember those memory.

"I... I was busy. Had to do homework. I fell asleep and forgot to charge my phone." You told him. Another excuse. You just put your phone on do not disturb.

You don't have the guts to tell a sweet person like him to leave you alone. Well you did because you are ashamed to face him but he insisted it was never you fault. It always ended up him spending time with you. You can't—you owe him more than anything—Especially now that all people's oggling to you too now that you have the attention of the star. They would try to befriending you so that they could get closer to him.

Gosh, you are getting tired. Why can't people leave you alone?

You missed the old times where you can be at peace. No drama, nowhere near on people who wants attention.

"O-oh. Well that's alright."he chided before grabbing your hands with both of his. His smooth hands rubbing against your ragged callouses. He continued, "well actually I was wondering could you hangout out with me? This friday? I know you don't have schedule at that time since you showed me your schedule—And I want to spend more time with you!" He beamed. His smile was out of this world and it blinds you.

"I uhh .. have a plan on that time..." You words went silent as soon as your eyes sees the smile from his lips slowly fell down to his face."really?" The grip on your hands were getting uncomfortable.

"Umm.... I just wanna be on my home and well—"He gasped, his smile is coming back on his symmetrical face as he clung to your right arm."oh! Why didn't you say so? We can hangout together in your home!"

Giddy, he press his front closer to you which made you feel suffocating. His guide power automatically seeps through you again.

"N-no, Mikah... What I meant to say is I plan to rest, like spend alone on that day. A peace and quiet." You slowly pull away your hand gently from his clinging hands.

You didn't expect he would react like this. Tears are already in the corner of his eyes. His lips quivering. "W-what? Are you saying that I'm boring, I-I'm too loud? Did I do something wrong?"

The people who were eavesdropping at your conversation sent a glare and unwanted resentment towards you. 

You quickly shook your head. Your free hand clasping against his clutching ones that is gripping your poor unavailable hand. "No... It's not like that. You didn't do anything wrong.. I just want a me time... You know when... Uhhh before you and I become friends.... I just want to relax by myself.... You're a good friend and a good company but... We've been hanging out for a while... Ummm w-what I'm trying to say is... I want some time to be alone. You... You know what I mean right?"

Micah gave you a blank stare. You were getting uneasy. You bite your inner cheek. Will he lash out? He never seem to be the person who never received a refusal on his entire life. As soon as 2 seconds has passed, you noticed his eyes were akin to sadness. You feel the guilt running up to your spine.

You tried to avoid his gaze looking straight his frowning lips before getting replace by a forced grin. "Oh! I get that! You wish a time for yourself! Self care stuff in all that!" 

Your heart beats a little faster in excitement, is he finally leaving you for a bit? You were about to thank him for understanding. He does l—

"B-but!!" He grabbed your hands again.

You internally groan. Does he even know the word no? Of course he don't.

He never had someone says no to him. Everything he request would be at his feet. You can't yell or be rude. That's not in your nature and plus if you done it. His fans would kill you.

"I need to be with you o-on friday! You know... I wanna spend my birthday with you.. P-please? your presence alone is enough a gift for me." He stammers. You blink in surprise. "I-I promise I won't bother you the next day if you really wanna spend t-time for yourself..."

Birthday?

"T-to be honest.... I don't like parties uhmm..." He lick his lips as if the word 'party' is a taboo between the two of you." Especially my birthday parties because a-although people greet me a happy birthday or any party occasion and stuff they never really mean it. They... Always use that as an excuse to use me for my fame or my money that I earned so hard in those competitions... I.. I plan to not throw one b-because m-my family isn't forcing me anymore... I just want to spend my birthday w-with you. Y-you're the only d-decent person who treated me normally."he stammer.  You feel a lump on your throat when he says you're a decent. "I... I know... Umm I'm asking to much f-from you and I know... you didn't mean to do that—" he continues to rambles that some of his words can't form a right sentence. You noticed his eyes were in the verge of tears, threatening to drop from his eyes. 

"I'm.... Not a decent person." You told him looking away from him, ashamed and hurt were written in your face.Your voice grew quiet but the man Infront catch on what you said, already refering to the 'incident' between the two of you. He bit his lower lips and almost yelled. His face pull out a sad look. It made him look cute if it's from a tears of joy."Y-you are ! You are a decent person! You know it's not your f-fault! You were d-drugged a-and I... I was drunk! W-we both know we weren't in o-our right minds! You never hurted me—!" He starts hiccuping. "You're a-a good person! W-what happened between that night s-should b-be buried! Y-you're a good friend! It's not your fault! It's not your f-fault!" With that he burst into tears.

You didn't expect for him to cry. You panic mentally. What should you do on these type of situations? You pull him for a hug—albeit stiffeningly."Ok... Ok... Don't cry.... I don't like it... When you cry.. I'm sorry." You told him honestly, truthfully this is not the first time he argued about the incident with you.

You still feel ashamed of yourself. You really do. 

The party. If only you didn't come to your friend's party. The guilt won't eat you. No matter how many times Micah convinced you that none of it was your fault. You feel like you can't face him. He did say he was also drunk at the time but still... You could have gotten home earlier and didn't force yourself on him.

You cried and apologised so many times from him at that time, swearing you will turn yourself over to the police and never let him see your face again. You saw how his whole body was full of marks, hickeys, and bruises. He look like he got ravage. His clothes were thorn and you wish the drug in your system that time killed you.

Micah's eyes light up and a smirk forming from his lips as he nuzzle his face on your neck, pretending to cry even more. Everything is planned, everything worked for him to get you under his palm. He can feel the guilt eating you. 

"... it's okay... Hik... " He sob sneaking in to kiss your neck. You are to busy awkwardly and hesitantly patting his back and hugging him and the man love every second of it.

From the moment you save him from jumping off the bridge, he needed to make you his. Someone who genuinely cares for him from this greedy world is something he needed to treasure.

Oh how he had you wrap around his fingers the moment you accepted that drug-disguise juice from one of his friends offered by the man himself. It's your fault.

It doesn't matter. You're under his palm forever. Everything is 100% perfect.

[boofeine]

stay the night (dokyeom ver.)

pairing: seokim x fem reader

genre: fluff, friends to more

summary: just a cute scenario of skin care nights with your best friend (who could be more).

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @hyperfocbsk

Seokmin comes from your bathroom with the biggest eyes you've ever seen. He has a white package on his slim hands, walking sneakily as he tries to casually ask.

"Is this a new skin care mascara?" He says, not leaving his eyes from the small package.

You can't help but laugh at him, as you look around on your enamel bag for a color. "Are you peeping my products again, Seokmin?" You jokingly shoot and it's funny how he tries to explain himself. You don't mind at all, you just find it really cute and endearing.

"I never have those at home... It's really hard to find good ones... and you always do" He adds. You hum smiling in response, not really looking back at him still. "This one says it's good for dry skin, my skin's been really dry... so it caught my eyes, y'know?" He's messy with the words and gosh, it's really so cute how he tries to explain.

"Do you want it?" You laugh, finally looking at him "You can take it" You say "Let me know if it's good"

"You don't have to..." He starts again.

"Just take it, oh my!" You cut him "And I don't wanna hear it anymore"

"Okay" He replies cutely and smally, makes you want to pinch his cheeks "Actually, can i try while I'm here?" Seokmin speaks again.

"Yes..." You just say, starting to get annoyed, as if this should be something he already knows.

He heads back to the bathroom, to apply it, you suppose. As you start to paint your raw nails. A few minutes pass and he comes out again.

"hm, I–" He starts speaking and you look up, you laugh loudly, snorting on the process. He makes his way to you, sitting by your side, trying to suppress his laugh too "Stop!" He tries, speaking without mouthing so much "I can't move my face with this on it" He concludes.

"Im sorry" You're literally starting to cry, wanting to hand your phone to take a photo of him like this, but your fresh nails wouldn't let you.

What's so funny is that the mascara has a baby face imprint in it. It's so quirky with a pacifier drawn on the mouth spot and one curl up on the forehead. You're glad you weren't the one trying it first.

"The brand package says It helps you get baby faced... They forgot to explain it was literally" He comments, and you start laughing all over again.

You stay there, on your living room sofa, chatting away, even though it is hard to take him serious with that baby face on him. He reaches for your hand while you are speaking, studying your fingers and newly painted nails.

"It's very pretty, I like the shade" He says looking at your hand once you're finished talking. You get little butterflies and you can't believe you're feeling that over an enamel compliment. You try to shake it off as he places your hand back on your lap "I have to go... I'll take this off and call the cab, ok?" He speaks harshly, without warnings, and you suddenly feel sad.

"Really?" You reply without thinking, already missing his happy and filled with laugh presence. "Can't you stay over?" You shoot rushed, your eyes going big as you realize "I mean... You don't have to, it's just if you want... if you don't, that's ok. I was just– hmm" You stop wanting to open a hole on the floor and disappear.

"It's getting late" He ponders.

"Yeah! That was what I meant" you find something to gasp on "Why don't you stay the night?"

He stops like he has to think, like this a trap or a really thin line for your friendship. Seokmin stares back at you just in sweaters and comfortably at your place. Finally, for what felt hours, he nods, smiling "Yes, I'll stay" He says.

[lara4eclipze]

» darling

sypnosis -» a year in the relationship you and megan reminisce how it all started

beware -» fluff , teasing , confessing , established relationship

talks -» here comes emo elcipze , I'm so happy I didn't realize we alr hit 160 follows! it's soo crazy anyways here's a request I have been working on for a while

taglist (open) : @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

"still can't get over how you confessed by the way" you giggle to megan as you both took a bite out of your food , you remember it as bright as day — and the story goes something like

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december, 3 ,2023

class has just ended and you were going to your locker to get your books and possibly stall for a bit — you open the locker and surprisingly there was a sweater in it , maybe someone mistaken your locker for theirs?

a note was on top of it , written on a rather messy handwriting some words misspelled and ink smudged in almost every end of the word

"you can keep this I know it luoks better on you anyways — can we maybe meet up after skl? i wanna tell you smth! yes [ ] also yes [ ]"

you chuckle already knowing who it was — megan , the girl has been stalking you for a while not in a creepy weird way but in a way that it made it seem like she was deeply in love with you

and admittedly? you were surprised to even know she liked you , you had liked her for a long time but it always seemed like she was just not vibing with you

either her avoiding you in class or maybe her not accepting your friend requests on various social media platforms

ring! ring!

the school bell rings and it signals the start of your physics class , with a sigh you wear the sweater and close your locker heading towards the said class

"nice sweater" yoonchae,your seatmate compliments , "first time you don't look like a granny when wearing one" yoonchae teases

"and here I thought you were starting to become nice" you say in faux disappointment to which the younger laughs even louder too

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now standing outside the school almost shivering if it weren't for the sweater you got earlier , you wait patiently for her to appear and tell you what she wanted to tell you

"hi" you hear a familiar voice say , and low and behold megan—standing clad in a matching sweater just in a different color

"you look adorable" you replied , she pulls out from behind her a bouquet of flowers and a teddy , you gasp in amazement

"for you" she says with a grin her whisker dimples showing , gosh she was so cute

"thank you! — I really love this sweater by the way" you replied as she handed the gifts

"yeah I bought it back home — I've been meaning to tell you this but I hope that if you don't feel the same that you won't avoid me or find me weird?" the younger mutters almost too fast for you to comprehend but you heard it all

"I like you"

megan closes her eyes almost as if waiting for you to reject her , yet instead of that you wrapped your arms around her body providing warmth and comfort

"megan I like you too , for a long time now actually" you said as she nuzzles deeper into your neck

"really? , so are you like my girlfriend now?" megan asks sheepishly her voice turning into a kidlike one

"I guess you can say that" you replied

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"oh my god don't even remind me! I was like a loser" megan huffs , after so stuffing her mouth with a bite of pizza

"well at least you're my loser" you replied pressing light kiss to the gingers cheeks

[artroidsart]

Now the original for THIS one is OLD!! I made that back in 2019!!!

It's surreal looking back at the original, seeing just how much my art has changed. I drew the old one back when I first got into Jackbox! That was over five years ago! That's… that's crazy! Party Pack 6 wasn't even a blink on the horizon yet! I just… I just had a feeling in my heart that TMP was special, ever since I first saw it. Even after all these years, I still love this series. A lot of people have come and gone, and a lot of things have changed in this fandom, but I'm amazed by how much love and talent is in this fandom.

Gosh, it's weird to say I'm feeling nostalgic over a horror trivia game, but it's true. Anyway, back to the remake here! Since this line is from the original Trivia Murder Party, I wanted to use a different outfit than the one I use for the sequel. (I made a different version of it for the ref sheet, but I wasn't happy with it. The colors didn't feel right. I like this one much better!) Just for the heck of it, I drew my human version of the Wrath doll. I haven't drawn the human dolls in a LONG while! I made a few small changed to this design, but nothing too crazy.

Also, I found out why I haven't felt inspired to make digital art lately! The new stylus I have works really well, but my shaky hands aren't steady. It make digital art a struggle for me. Thankfully, I found the solution! My laptop has a tablet mode, so I can pull it into my lap to work on art! It made using the stylus SO much easier!!! Now I won't be suffering through my digital work! (Hopefully, that means I can upload semi-regularly again!)

Wow, listen to me blabber on. Didn't mean for the description to go on THIS long. But hey, this piece makes me really happy. I hope you guys like it too. I can just FEEL how much I've improved, doing these remakes. If anyone else is feeling art-block, I'd highly recommend going back to old works and giving them new life! Thank you to everyone who has been with me on this journey, both old friends and new faces. You guys are the best. <3 <3 <3

The original, for reference:

[meltingpotimagines]

Dating Kyojuro

Warnings: Mentions of food

A/N: Happy birthday, b 🎉 I hope this helps makes your day even better

ah yes

the local himbo

i may not have a crush on this man but even i can't help but adore him

and i fully believe he'd be a great boyfriend

i'm talkin sweet, considerate, caring, unintentionally flirtatious

he doesn't really know he's doing it

he's just being genuine and it comes off v charming

like saying you look absolutely beautiful

to him, it's not flirting

it's just true

or winking at you from across the room

he just wants you to know that you've still got his attention even when you're not near him

he's a total teddy bear too

gives the b e s t hugs

he just kinda fully envelops you and squeezes tight

sometimes doesn't realize just how hard he's squeezing until you're hitting his arm while wheezing

he doesn't mean to, he just loves you so much that he can't help but hold you as closely as possible

definitely opens doors for you

he's a mama's boy, and he's going to treat you with the same love and respect that he gave his mother

loves sharing his food with you

food makes him really happy and he wants to share that happiness with you

always makes sure to hug you right before he leaves for a mission

spends some extra time with you beforehand too, if he can

he can't exactly promise he'll come back, so he tries to make the potential last memory as great as possible

will pull your hair back for you if it's getting in the way

always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for this exact reason

walks you to your door like the gentleman he is

gotta make sure you get home safe and yk, not eaten by a demon on your way home

you two don't tend to run into issues with your relationship, but anytime there is one, he goes to tengen for advice

i mean, mans has three wives, he has to know what he's doing right?

he's also just hot, kyojuro

usually ends up getting advice from them actually lollll

not that tengen doesn't know what he's doing, but they all have good imput for things like this

different points of view

sometimes he picks you up when he's happy

he just like grabs you by the waist and lifts you into the air

doesn't even say anything, just grins

can you really blame him tho?

he's v energetic and loves you too much to just hold that in

gosh can't you just imagine long conversations with him

him just chattering on about his day and the people he met and the things he saw and the food he ate

asking questions about your day and the small responses to what you tell him

i fully believe he loves dogs so i imagine his face lights up when he talks about a dog he saw or when you mention one that you did

he definitely likes taking you to restaurants the best

especially new ones

new flavors to experience with his favorite person? yes please

oh gosh moonlit walks

just walking hand in hand, the breeze ruffling your and more importantly his hair

the fluffy locs getting gently tousled while the color almost glows under the soft light of the moon

absolutely beautiful

and he's painfully oblivious to it despite your staring

you'll never understand how someone didn't snatch him up before you

but honestly it's because no one else was an option before you

[platimoonie]

in which, you are getting ready to celebrate holi with your fiance.

pairings; chris prince x reader

word count; 584

cw; just fluff, gender of reader not specified, reader wears a kurti, this is lowk cheesy lol, so sorry if chris is ooc its my first time writing him

words; pari = angel/fairy

(also idk who that couple is but many thanks to them for putting these pics on pinterest)

a/n: hii @meowmaii !! im reallyy sorry this took so long and also it's kinda short. im not sure that this is exactly what you wanted, but this was all i could come up with so pls excuse me im really sorry. if u want I'll rewrite this (T▽T人)

"so, how do i look?" chris asks you with an uncharacteristic nervous edge in his voice. with both hands still tending to the gold earring you were putting on, you turn away from the mirror to look at your fiance.

as soon as your eyes fall on him, they widen as you eagerly take in his form. "oh- oh my god baby you look so good!" you exclaim, unable to keep the awe out of your voice and you quickly fixed your earring, your hands now reaching forward to fix the collar of the white kurta he was wearing. and god, did he do it justice, the cloth fitting his muscular form perfectly, his veiny forearms peeking from just under where the sleeves ended.

chris grins, his ego now inflated back to normal. "think your parents will be impressed?" he asks. you huff, deciding to humor him. "i think maa is more excited about having you here than she is about me returning home after a good six months, so yes i'm pretty sure they will be." chris laughs, his chest rumbling like it always does when he guffaws.

soon, his eyes soften as he takes in your form. you're wearing a white kurti with some floral embroidery at the edges of the sleeves along with matching dupatta and salwar. "you look like a pari." your mouth falls open as you stare at him for a second when you hear him say pari in an english accent and as soon as you understand what he said, you immediately burst into giggles. "oh my god who taught you that?" you ask, as you catch your breath from laughing. chris blushes lightl, averting his gaze from you, all of a sudden very interested in your vanity mirror. "don't tell me... did you learn that from google translate..!?" once again a peal of laughter leaves your lips as you try your hardest to control it, and he presses his lips into a thin line, slightly embarrassed.

"gosh you're so sweet, you have no idea how much i love you" you mumble under your breath, shaking your head, and you smile as you kiss his cheek. "come on now, let's go. i think i heard didi call us." you say as you walk towards the door to your room, chris following you. honestly he gets so easily flustered because of you, its almost funny. its hard to believe hes such a confident and alluring figure to the public, an egotistical and expressive footballer, yet a lovesick puppy for you.

"are you guys coming?" your sister asks as she puts on her sandals, preparing to go out. you nod, "yeah go ahead we'll join you in a minute." your sister nods and leaves.

“before we leave-” you say spinning towards chris to face him, who looks at you, his eyebrows raised. “-happy holi!” you say, your hands quickly swiping some of the pink-colored powder from the tray kept on the stool near the door and coming up to his cheek and smearing it. chris's eyes widened in surprise, overtaken by the moment, the earthy smell of gulal filling his nose. he quickly recovers as he grins at you, reaching for the same powder and he too rubs it on your cheek, laughing as he does. you can't help yourself and laugh along with him. “should i take these bad boys?” he asks, gesturing towards the few water guns leaning against the stool. “you know it!” you say grinning as you take one and hand the other to him.

[heluvschibi]

𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸

❦Cussing, Death(tell me if I missed anything, if not read at your own risk??)❦

❦I still have a bit of the writers block❦ not proofread or edited

"She always hated that number because it sounded like death in Chinese" Wrd count: 2.1k next>> m.list to series

Picture day was soon, she loves picture day. Ever since I've known her—which is like for 10 years— she always was super excited for picture day, I even ended up spending $20 on this hair clip I thought she would like, which she did. She ended up wearing it for her picture. But what she wasn't excited about was the grade reports, each year a report of our grades gets sent to our parents via letter, and well... her's aren't that well.

"Min, thank you for this! It's so cute!" She practically squealed as we walked down the hallway towards the open doors of the cafeteria.

"Your welcome, it was no big d-" "Oh gosh you must've spend so much money on this too!" She interrupted me grabbing my arm and tossing me around like a rag doll, "I'm so sorry you spend so much money on me!" I looked around and saw other looking before putting my hand over her mouth.

"Calm down." I looked her in the eye and let go after she nodded.

"I will cherish this for the rest of my life."

When we got to the crowded lunch room, we managed to get in line, "Gosh these people are like animals..."

She laughed, "Don't act like you didn't just say you'll punch a guy if he cut in front of you."

"Those were on different circumstances."

She rolled her eyes facing forward, "Yeah, alright buddy."

After a few moments of silence it was broken by me "Are you ready?" I smirked ready for her reaction.

"For what? Seeing my beautiful face grace your eyes when years books are out?"

"No for the grade reports."

And it's like all the color from her face drained, like her soul flew out her body, she let out a groan, "No, my parents are going to kill me. My grades are so bad...gosh."

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We ended up staying a bit longer after at school, she lost her hair clip and made this whole big deal out of it, she cried to me after her drawing period was over how it just disappeared out of her hair. Did we find it.... Yes but it was broken, the pink charm on the hair clip was broken off. She was sad about that but probably sad about the call she got from her dad screaming at her over the phone about her grades, a few "Your useless." "Your stupid." And a few more things were thrown in there by her father, she didn't really have the best relationship with him, well more of he didn't have a good relationship with her, she always tries her best and her father just shuts her down. I've witnessed them fighting once, him calling her useless, a mistake, that he wished he had a son not a useless daughter. But no matter what she's always happy.

She was now walking beside me holding the clip in her hands as tears streams down her face, "It's all my fault..."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and looked down at her, "No it's not, don't put your self down like that."

She shook her head no, "Everything messing up is my fault, I-I can't do anything right."

I stopped walking grabbing her shoulder to make her stop, she turned to look at me, her cheeks and nose were red from the cold, she didn't bother to put on a scarf before leaving her house, she usually forgets.

"Min, it's my fault I lost it, a-and it's my fault it's broke..." She sniffled looking down.

"No it's not, everyone loses things sometimes, and breaks some things, there is no need to tear your self down because the universe had other plans today for you."

She looked up at me, her eyes were still filled with her tears that hadn't fallen yet. I reached out and wipes her face of the streaks of tears that were left behind.

"I'll buy you another one..." I whispered with a smile. She smiled up at me, her eyes wide and happy yet, they still seemed so sad.

"It's fine you don't have to."

"I want to."

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A week later she seemed different, I was saving up money to buy her the hair clip so I hadn't bought it for her yet, I thought she was sad about that but it wasn't.

"So... Your not sad about the hair clip?"

"I'm not sad at all! It's just, today is a slow day for me."

Slow?

"Ah, okay."

She nodded her head, bringing the spoon full of soup up to her lips before sipping it.

"After school do you wanna-"

"I'm busy, sorry Min." She looked over at me and gave me an apologetic pout.

"Why, are you spending time with your family?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, I am."

"Well I'm proud of you for that," I put my hand on her shoulder, "You need to get closer to them before it's to late."

It's almost like she froze, I felt her shoulders tense up, "Are you okay?" I asked worried, a line forming between my brows from my frown.

"What do you mean by 'before it's to late'?"

"You know what I mean, before we leave off to college... Your going to college right?"

Then I felt her shoulders untense, weird...

"Uh, I don't like saying things I can't promise." She looked at me and gave me a tight lip smile.

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A week later, after some hard work at school and my job I managed to get paid, just enough to buy the hair clip, I bought the exact same one, a pink heart with a kitty paw charm.

I put it in a small wrapped box and sat it on my bedside table for Friday.

When the morning sun creeped into my room, I sat up feeling something heavy on my stomach, I opened my eyes to see one of the many cats, "Soonie, good morning." I rubbed Soonie's head before moving causing Soonie to move and curl into a ball on my bed.

Today was a normal day. Like always, get ready for school, text y/n a good morning text and a picture of the cats, eat breakfast, and leave. But it wasn't different at home, but at school, when I first realized I didn't get a morning text back, I would understand if her phone had died, or if she forgot it, because yet again she is forgetful, but when I got to home room, she wasn't there.

"Maybe she's late." I mumbled to myself, sitting at our seat, alone, the chair empty, cold..."She would text me if she wasn't going to come or late, right?"

She never came, for two whole weeks she didn't come back, until one now abnormal the tv was on, breaking news. I never really bothered with the news unless the sky looked gloomy and cloudy, but my world has been gloomy and cloudy for the past weeks cause y/n never showed up.

My heart dropped to my stomach when I heard what the news reporter had said, I was already at the door sliding on my last shoe when—"17 year old high school student found dead this morning, floating in the river, officials say by how the body looks it's must've been here for a long time."—I broke my neck to look at the tv and it was none other than y/n, her recent school photo was shown on the screen before it switched to a video of them bagging the body.

I started at the screen in shock, there is no way, that can't be, it shouldn't be.

I felt my legs start to give out, my friend of 10 year, died...was it Suicide? Murder? That can't be, this has to be fake, I pulled out my phone and called her, which it went straight to voice mail, her happy voice telling me to leave a message cause she couldn't pick up her phone, I called it again, and again. There's no way. I cried, I let out a shout, scaring the cats, "This can't be happening!" I sobbed, my face a mess, its like apart of me just disappeared. I shook, realizing that she is dead, she won't come back, ever...

"Fuck! No, don't leave me... Please...."

My vision was blurred by my endless tears, I picked up my phone to call her, to try and call her, one last time, to at least hear her voice.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the phone but you can def leave me a message! Or call again??"

I clenched my phone, holding it up to toss it but stopping, pulling up my legs and crying.

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It's like the whole world was affected from this news, more of my world was. Everything was static, radio silent. When they found her body it rained for 4 days straight, ironic isn't it, she always hated the number because it sounded like death in Chinese.

I still felt numb, my parents would bring me with them to y/n's house to pay our respects to her family, her mother who seemed deeply wounded by their only child now dead, but her father... That bastard had the same hard look, like he didn't care, I knew that her and her fathers relationship wasn't always tip top, but your daughter just died not even 2 days ago, and you couldn't bother to at least show a bit a humanity, a bit sorry for your wife and yourself.

Her mother invited me back to her room, her mom cleaned her room but kept it the, I saw on her desk was the broken hair clip, I pulled out the one I had bought and left it next to the broken one, when I saw her wall full of pictures of her, me, our friends. I couldn't hold it in, I broke down, "I can't believe she's gone."

Her mom hugged me, "I know, I know it hurts so much." She cried along with me.

Her room that usually is warm and welcoming is cold.

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2 days later they located her shoes with a note in them.

"I'm sorry I didn't stay longer in this life, the world will keep spinning without me, at least that's what someone told me. The police will probably overlook this and say it's just another troubled teen, and I understand if they do. I'm sorry mom, I know I said after my walk I'll be home to clean my messy room, I'm sorry for making you work so hard for me just to end up like a failure. Minho, my best friend of 10 years, I'm sorry I left you, thank you for the hair clip, it will be with me for the rest of my life, didn't I say that? In my afterlife I'll be wearing it, I'll visit you every day! To my other friends I'm sorry we never got to pull that all nighter while watching a movie, in my next life I'll do it. I'm sorry to Minho's parents for making you worry about me, you were like my second family. And I'm sorry Dad that you think I'm just a waste of space, now there is extra space you can now replace with things you loved. I'm sorry to everyone."

I scrolled through the online article reading her goodbye note, my phone wet because of my tears, but I couldn't just over look it... Her father, it had to be her dads fault, calling her a waste of space, that's not love...

Now and forever my world will be gloomy, I lost my best friend, my first love...

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Another morning I wake alone, I get ready to go to school, I texted her a good morning, and ate breakfast, the news still covers her death, a reminded that when I get to school I'll be alone through the day.

I stood up from the chair when I heard a knock at the door, no one ever knocks at the door unless its her, but she's not here anymore.

I passed it as my head playing tricks on me, because it's been doing that for the past month, I hear her call my name, I smell her, I see glimpses of her, I was going crazy.

Then the knocking got louder.

I sighed and walked to the door opening it, "Hello-"

"Gosh Min hurry up were going to be late!"

I looked at her, pure shock the color draining from my face, she... Y/n, she was standing there wearing the hair clip.

"U-uh..."

"Take a picture it would last longer..." she frowned.

"Y-you..."

She then started laughing, "Gosh, it looks like you've seen a ghost?"

"You are the ghost..."

[matchalovertrait]

Dulce is starting to feel overwhelmed! Is the pressure to win getting to her? Or is it something else...? We won't be finding out in the next segment.

Previous / Next (Transcript under the cut)

(1.) [Carlo] Tsk, tsk. They should have thought more outside the box. Also, Dulce really has to watch the time. Andrea, please check on the contestants.

(2.) [Andrea] How is everything, Chef Dulce?

[Dulce] Ehh, I'm not entirely happy with the flavor and spice, so I think I'll add some red chiles too.

(3.) I have to push through and make it to the dessert round. I think once I get there, the title of Diced Junior Champion is mine since I'm a baker's daughter.

(4.) [Alex] Hi, Andrea. Sorry, I can't really talk right now. Gotta focus.

[Andrea] Oh, okay-

(5.) [Alex] I hope she didn't find that rude. Like I said, I like Andrea. Carlo is kind of getting on my nerves, though. You're worried about time but also want us to stop and chitchat for a while? Let me work, man.

(6.) [Andrea] How's your progress, Rubiya?

[Rubiya] The jicama isn't really cooperating with me right now... but everything else is good!

(7.) [Rubiya] It'd be life-changing for me if I won. I could use that money for culinary school. There's always the regional spelling bees that I'll try in the future, but nothing is ever guaranteed in life. Take every chance you get.

(8.) [Alex] If I won, I would donate the money to the ALS Association. My grandpa in Henford-on-Bagley recently passed away from ALS complications. He was a nice man. He would take me around his farm, and he even gave some goats to my parents.

(9.) [Alex] That's why I know how to raise goats and cook the meat... hey! I guess Lewis and I aren't that much different. We know a thing or two about the farm life.

(10.) [Dulce] If I won, I would give most of the money to my mom for our bakery. There were some people who... took advantage of certain things, so the bakery suffered for a long time. Everything is okay now, but not exactly like how it used to be.

(11.) [Alex] Dang, I almost forgot about my jicama! I have to still spiralize it too.

(12.) [Mia] Wow, I've never seen such concentration from young chefs before. They are fully immersed.

[Sofia] Bring me back as a judge next season! I'll be recording a deluxe version of my album, but I'll make time.

(13.) [Dulce] Done dicing and chopping everything! I'll add everything to the pot and put back the extra things in the fridge.

(14.) [Rubiya] What a beautiful color.

(15.) [Dulce] Excu-

[Alex] Oh crud-

(16.) [Alex] Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?

[Dulce] Oh, um-

(17.) [Alex] Dulce? Are you okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, yeah, just a little embarrassed.

[Alex] Here, let me help you clean up.

(18.) [Andrea's Voiceover] Meanwhile, Rubiya is focused on her dish, as she should be!

[Rubiya] Hmmmm... is there anything else I can add?

(19.) [Alex] Are you sure you're okay?

[Dulce] Yeah, don't worry about it, but I have to go check on my soup! Hopefully it's about done, I left it simmering.

(20.) [Sofia] Good thing everyone is okay!

[Mia] Chefs, you guys have 5 minutes left on the clock! Please start plating soon.

[sissylittlefeather]

A/N: here it is! I finally finished it! This could be a prequel to my other two, if you want it to be. Otherwise, it's just a fun 2nd person Elvis x fem!reader one-shot about a young and innocent Elvis on the night he becomes a man. There are most definitely historical inaccuracies, but let's just let those slide please 🥺. I'd love feedback, if you have any!

Warnings: Virgin Elvis, f/m p in v sex, fingering, lots of kissing, kind of a slow burn, unprotected sex, cussing, etc

Last thing: I'm using a gif of Austin Elvis and one of the real deal EP because you can imagine either one. Whatever makes your heart happy.

Baby, What's Your Name?

You've always been bold for a girl of your generation. Your first kiss was your idea and you haven't been "innocent" for a while now. Not that you are open and available for anyone, you just don't hold back when it comes to falling in love.

The year is 1955 and your friend Margie has begged you to come with her to a concert tonight. You have class the next day, and you take your college studies very seriously, but you figure you can still get home at a decent hour. Apparently, there's a new singer that Margie is gushing over. She's heard from other girls that he's supposed to be "something to see". Margie doesn't have much else going on; school isn't exactly her thing. She'll tell anyone who'll listen that she's only there to find a husband. You roll your eyes at this thought and go back to flipping through your closet for something to wear.

"Y/n, just pick something! We're going to be late!" Margie begs, pouting. You settle on a pink and white gingham sundress, sweeping your hair into a ponytail and tying it with a matching pink ribbon. You barely get your shoes on before Margie drags you out the door of your room on campus.

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The crowd is almost entirely female. "Who is this guy?" You think to yourself. Oh well, no matter. Hopefully it'll be over soon and you can go home and get in bed. It's already late and it's a warm night for September. Margie is bouncing around next to you in her seat.

"Oh my gosh, I just can't wait until he comes out! Eliza said he's the cutest thing she's ever seen!" You roll your eyes again. You do that a lot around Margie. You didn't pick her to be your roommate; the university did. Still, she's been a decent friend, even if she's a little ditsy and boy crazy.

Finally, the other acts are finished and the announcer comes out to let you know this new artist is coming out.

"Please welcome to the stage Elvis Presley!"

The crowd goes absolutely insane. You start to wonder if maybe you've been studying too much. How could you not know this man that everyone else is so crazy for?

He walks out to the middle of the stage. He's wearing a pink jacket that matches the color of your dress. You're surprised to find that he's much more attractive than you imagined he would be, with his boyish smirk and black hair. You sit up a little straighter in your chair, but a group of girls has gathered in the front standing up, so you can't really see anymore from your seat.

Margie grabs your hand, "Come on! Let's go up there!"

"No, no I'm okay here."

Then he starts to sing. Your heart skips a beat and something deep in your stomach turns over. You stand up without even thinking, trying to see better. Margie takes the opportunity and grabs your hand. You don't fight back as she drags you up to the stage.

When you get close enough to really be able to see him, the thing in your stomach flip flops again. He's moving. And not just, like, tapping his foot. He's moving his legs and his hips in ways you didn't even think was possible... not in public, at least. The thing in your stomach moves deeper in your body to the place between your legs. You are drawn to him like he's got some kind of spell on you. More girls press in behind you, but thanks to Margie, you were up there pretty early and you're only one row back from the stage.

You need him. You need him to notice you and want you too. You start racking your brain for what you can do to get his attention. Every other girl around you is screaming like a fool. That won't work. They're also reaching for him like they might pull him off the stage if he gets close enough. He's moving around the stage quite a bit, but he's very careful never to get too close. If only you had something to throw... but you don't have anything in your hands, no bracelets or anything, and the ribbon from your ponytail isn't heavy enough to make it all the way to the stage. He's singing a slower song now, playing his guitar and looking around the crowd. Somehow, his blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart stops. You become acutely aware of your panties and the place on your body directly under them.

Wait. That's it! That would certainly get his attention. And you could easily get them off with the crowd surrounding you. Also, your full skirt that goes all the way to your knees will keep anyone from really knowing they're missing. You start working them down your thighs and Margie notices you wiggling next to her.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't worry about it."

Finally, you feel your panties hit your ankles and rest on your shoes. It's nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in around you, but you manage to get them off your feet and into your hand. You take a second to thank the heavens that you were wearing pretty pink ones with lace, and not your laundry day undies. You look up to the stage, assessing how hard to throw them to make it right to where he's standing. After spending years playing baseball with your brothers as a kid, you're pretty confident you can get them there.

You take one last look at him; he's holding the mic at an angle, leaned over it and singing with his whole body. The second he finishes the song and stands up, you use all the strength in your arm and calculations you've just done and throw...

They land perfectly at his feet. You couldn't have possibly done any better if your life depended on it. Margie and the other girls directly around you stop and look at you, trying to figure out what you've thrown on the stage.

"Now, what's this?" He asks, picking your panties up from his feet and holding them up. When he realizes what they are, he blushes deeply.

"Well, that's something I didn't expect." He laughs into the mic and looks out into the audience to try to figure out who has given him such an awkward gift. The other girls are staring at you with their mouths open, so it's not hard for him to figure out. Your blush matches his, though, so he simply nods his head slightly in your direction, puts your panties in his pocket quickly and quietly, and moves on to his next song. The girls go back to screaming and you feel various others in the crowd wiggling like you did just minutes ago. Before he can even finish the song, panties are flying on stage left and right. He starts laughing, "ladies, I'm very flattered, but this is really unnecessary!"

The announcer rushes back out onto the stage, stepping between Elvis and the microphone.

"Thank you, Mr. Presley, for such a lovely show! Now, that's the end of our program for the evening, everyone. Thanks for coming out and be safe on your way home!"

You feel a little guilty for ending his set early with your panty-throwing, but you didn't make all those other girls go crazy. Still, you wish he would stay up there forever, singing and moving his hips. You're not ready for this feeling to go away. Another crazy thought enters your head. Maybe you'll try to get your panties back...

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It wasn't hard to figure out where he is staying. There's really only one nice motel in town and the cars from his tour caravan are in the parking lot. You managed to convince Margie to go on home, so you're alone. You're a little nervous, walking into the motel office, but your boldness wins out.

"Hi. I need to know which room Mr. Presley is in."

"Yeah, you and every other girl in town."

"Right, but he asked for me. Call him. I just forgot the room number." It's a flimsy lie and you know it. The motel worker picks up the phone and dials "121".

"Never mind, I was lying. You caught me. I had to try though, right?" You chuckle softly as you back out of the office. Once you're outside, you head straight to room 121. When you get there, you have a sudden attack of nerves. It's so late at night and you're about to knock on the door of a man you've never actually met. This is crazy.

You're standing there trying to decide what to do when the door opens and he almost walks straight into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't even see you there." You're frozen to the spot, speechless at his closeness to you as he stands in the doorway of his motel room. He explains something about wanting to talk to someone about how to keep the show going, even if the crowd gets rowdy.

"But I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. Why are you here?" His brows knit together in the center of his forehead.

"Me? I'm just... well... I believe you have something of mine." Again, your boldness beats your fear and you walk past him into his room. He looks out the door and around nervously before closing it gently and turning around to face you. The curtains are pulled shut tightly and the glow from the lamps makes everything in the room kind of orange.

"Something of yours? Honey, I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

"Something I threw on the stage." You look him dead in the eyes, hoping he'll recognize you.

"Oh. Oh! It's you!" Thank heavens, he does recognize you. He blushes again, not as deeply this time, but the memory is affecting him.

"I do have something of yours, but I have no intention of giving them back." He smiles playfully and walks across the room to where his jacket is hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls your panties out of his jacket pocket and holds them tightly in his fist.

"The way I see it, you gave me these, fair and square."

"Well, I wasn't really thinking, and it's weird not wearing any..." you realize what you've just told him and his eyes slowly drift to just below your waist before he snaps them back up to meet your eyes again. He swallows hard and you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say next. You walk across the room to him and reach for your panties. He holds them up high over your head and pouts.

"Do you really want them back?"

You're standing so close to him now that you can feel him breathing. Your heart is in your throat with the sensation of his closeness. You don't want your panties back. You want something else entirely.

"No..." you whisper quietly, trying to signal him that he could kiss you if he wants to, that he should kiss you.

Somehow, he reads your signals correctly and leans in slowly. He moves carefully watching for signs that this isn't what you want, but your upturned face and eyes closed softly are exactly what he's hoping for. When his lips finally touch yours, they're gentle, but soon after he drops your panties on the floor and grabs your face with both hands. His lips part yours and his tongue dips into your mouth hungrily. He moves his hands to your waist and you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a more passionate kiss. You're locked together like this for some time, kissing, before you realize his hands are shaking lightly. He pulls out of the kiss and puts his forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"You kiss me like this much more, darlin' and I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

"I don't want you to stop."

He pulls back and looks at you, his mouth hanging open in mild shock. You can't figure out why he's so nervous. You're saying "yes" in every way you know how. He swallows again deeply and blushes a little.

"Aw, now, honey, don't say things you don't mean. I've never..."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. His nervousness is starting to make sense. He's never done this before. He's a virgin.

The realization makes you smile and you giggle a little at the thought. This man, who dances on stage like he does this every other night, has never actually been with a woman.

"Well, it's not that funny." He pouts again.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny at all. But if you don't want to do this, tell me now. Because I won't let you if you really don't want to." You smile reassuringly, but your body is aching for him to touch more of you.

"I didn't say I don't want to." He goes in for another deep and passionate kiss, his tongue moving in ways you'd never imagined. All you can think about is his tongue touching you in other places and that warm spot between your legs gets even warmer. He picks you up by the waist, lifting your feet off the floor just enough to carry you to the bed. Laying you gently on the bed, he stops for a second and looks at you laying there in your pink gingham dress. You prop yourself up on your elbows and kick off your shoes.

"What?"

"Nothing... I just... pink is my favorite color." He mumbles before laying on the bed next to you. You're both laying on your sides facing each other and he begins to undress you carefully, first untying the ribbon in your hair. Then he slides his hand down your back to unzip your dress. The zipper ends where your panties should be, but aren't, and as his fingers brush your skin, you tingle all over. His hand travels back up to the latch of your bra. He fumbles with it for a bit, his fingers trembling, before he finally gets it unclasped. You become keenly aware that all he has to do is slide your dress forward and down and you'll be completely naked. You can see by the bulge in his pants that he's had this thought too. You put your hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.

"You're sure this is what you want?"

"Honey, I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He pulls your dress and bra forward and off of you, standing up to drop it on the floor with your shoes. Now you can really see his hardness pushing against his pants. He takes his shirt off and you sit up to unbutton his pants, letting them drop to the floor next to the pile of your clothes.

Now you're both naked. You touch him gently and he sighs and looks up at the ceiling. After a few seconds of this, he almost can't stand it anymore, so he lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, still trembling, but obviously gaining confidence. He presses his lips to yours again and you rub your tongue along his bottom lip before he opens his mouth into a deeper kiss. His hand moves down your body, stopping to caress your breast and run his thumb over your nipple. His hand shakes less and less as he moves further down your torso to your hip. He rolls to the side a little and walks his fingers over to the place between your legs. You open them just enough for him to slip a finger inside you. You let out a small moan against his mouth as he moves his finger in and out and in again. You stop kissing him and look into his eyes, reaching down to his hand. Gently, you guide his thumb to the spot that makes your stomach turn over and your heart beat faster.

"Here. Do circles." He listens eagerly and does exactly as you tell him. He feels the knot harden as he massages it, so he keeps up a consistent rhythm. You lose the ability to give him further instruction-- he doesn't need it anyway-- as the pleasure builds up between your legs. You can feel yourself approaching your climax and prepare yourself for the fireworks. He's watching you so closely, taking cues from your body about what to do next. He puts his finger back in you, doing a tickling motion with his fingertip against your insides. You might burst with all the electricity flowing through your body.

"Oh! Yes! Fuck!" You cry out as the ecstatic release washes over you and you begin to pulse around his finger. He smiles widely, amused by your cussing and pleased with his ability to give you an orgasm on his first try. You're not exactly sure how he managed it, but you really don't care. You're still riding your body high. He moves his hand back to your hip and you feel your wetness on his fingers. He's kissing you again, grinding his hardness against your thigh. Despite your release, you're ready for more of him inside you. You reach down again, wrapping your hand around him softly and moving his hips to line up with yours. You put his tip against yourself and pull back from his kiss.

"Last chance to back out." He smiles and looks directly into your eyes. Then, he pushes forward with his hips, just like he did on stage, filling you entirely. The sensation almost overwhelms him and he sets his forehead on your shoulder.

"Oh fuck, baby." Now it's your turn to smile at him for cussing.

"It actually gets better." He lifts his head off your shoulder to look into your eyes and there's an excitement in his that almost makes you laugh out loud. Instead, you plant a kiss on his lips and wrap your legs around his waist. He starts to pump in and out rhythmically. You're not surprised that he's good at this part. You've seen him move on stage. Still, you know he probably won't last too long, since it's his first time, and there's more you want to show him. You release him from your legs and push him off of you and onto his back.

"Oh no baby what...?" With one leg on either side of his hips, you lower yourself onto him. He nearly loses his mind as the change in angle changes the sensation. He moans deeply and grabs your hips, guiding your movement as you ride him. His pleasure is building up and you know he's close as you slide up and down. You move faster and faster, pushing him toward his climax.

"Oh fuck, shit, fuck baby!" He yells as you feel him shudder underneath you and fill you with his warmth. He moans loudly as you move up and down a few more times to really push him over the edge. With him still inside you, you lean forward and lay on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"Wow, honey, that was... wow." You smile against his chest, satisfied with your work. After a good amount of time in this position, you move off of him and lay down next to him on your back. He props himself up on his elbow and turns to face you.

"How soon can we do it again?" You chuckle at his eagerness as you realize you won't be making it back to your room tonight. Suddenly, his eyebrows come together on his forehead in worry and you rearrange yourself to look him in the face, mildly concerned at his expression. You brace yourself for some kind of confession. Instead, he smiles and innocently asks:

"Baby... what's your name?"

You erupt in peals of laughter, wrapping your arms around him and rolling over on top of him. You think of the panties on the floor of his motel room, so glad that Margie dragged you to the concert tonight. This might be the beginning of something wonderful.

"My name is..."

[slutforalastor]

Say It With A Smile, Part 1

You'd always considered yourself an unremarkable sinner. You hadn't done much of anything to really deserve damnation, save for your lack of penitence. In terms of Pascal's wager, you'd gotten the worst outcome. Or at least, what you knew of Hell had made you figure it would be the worst. In reality, there were things about your eternal afterlife that could be worse, although there were many things that could be better, as well.

Trying to get away from the things that could be better, the murder, cannibalism, trafficking, and general malaise of the street, was part of what had attracted you to the Hotel. Sinners might've turned their noses up at the idea of needing to be reformed, but you'd never been much for vice. You had your fun, did your experimenting, but settled into the things that helped you forget, which were fortunate enough to not be things that shortened your life expectancy.

Not that you'd lived a full life. There was little romance to your demise; you'd simply been more focused on your phone than on the bus with the faulty brakes squealing its way down the avenue. It happened so quickly that you were still holding your hand a few inches from your face, but now it was painted a soft, sandy grey, your nails sharpened to points.

But that's the past, and at present, you're stooped outside the door of the towering hotel, the marquee blinking its welcome in bright flashbulbs. The knocker, shaped like a key with one ever-watchful eye, beckons to you. Time to get on with your afterlife. A few raps against the door, and you hear a commotion, several voices clamoring ever closer to the entryway.

The door swings open, the Princess of Hell beaming at you, and some of her entourage piled behind her, trying to see who's come to call. "Oh my Gosh, please tell me you're here to be redeemed!" she squeals, immediately grabbing your hand and yanking you into the foyer. For how impressive it was on the outside, it's even more impressive within. The ceiling goes up higher than you thought possible, a grand staircase standing in symmetry on either side of the welcome area. A demon, winged and catlike, rests his elbow against the bar, talking to a spider-like sinner in a stool, with one of their four hands wrapped around a drinking glass. They're the only ones that haven't made a crowd around you. In your immediate vicinity, so close as to make you wonder if they're going to attempt to assimilate into you, is the Princess, who breathlessly introduces herself as Charlie, and lets you know how exciting it is to have another member, how much you're going to love it here, and the rattled-off names of the other guests and staff, spoken too quickly for you to have any chance of remembering. Another demon, muted gray and deep blue, a red x mark over where one of her eyes should be, pulls you to the side, Charlie continuing to ramble before bursting into a song and dance everyone seems to be ignoring.

"Sorry about Charlie, she's… very happy to have another guest. I'm Vaggie. Let me actually introduce you to the rest of the crew."

Vaggie guides you from demon to colorful demon, letting them introduce themselves, some shaking hands, others offering a raised hand in greeting, and one in particular obsessively dusting the dirt and caked-on blood off your shoes, muttering to herself.

"There's one more somewhere around here, although honestly I wouldn't mind if he didn't-"

"Didn't want to wait a second longer to greet our newest guest?" a crackling voice finished for her, the demon it belonged to forming up from a shadow in the middle of the floor. The cloud of black slowly giving shape to a deer-like man, appointed overwhelmingly in red and smiling overwhelmingly wide.

"Ah, Alastor, I was wondering when you'd join us."

"Come now, my dear, never underestimate the value of making a dramatic entrance," he countered, whirling his staff around his hand before settling it back into place with a decisive tap. He turns his focus to you, his eyes narrowing and his smile developing a few additional angles. "Alastor, just Alastor, so lovely to make your acquaintance." You offer your hand to him to shake, and he gives it a firm squeeze, perhaps a little harder than manners would dictate, releasing it after a single motion. "I'm something of the host around here; although you can't fault Charlie for enthusiasm, it'd take her a whole day just to tell you about the room we're in right now, and a hotel lives and dies by its schedule, you know."

"We'd love to give you a tour," Vaggie offers, Charlie's musical number having just entered the poignant, reflecting chorus.

"'We'? Ahaha, Vaggie, someone needs to make sure Charlie remembers to breathe. I'd be more than happy to get our new guest familiar with the hotel. Follow me, little one." Alastor speaks with such animated confidence that you can't help but do as he asks, letting him lead you up to the stairs and into the deeper recesses of your new home. ----- Also on AO3!

[crazycurly-77]

Healing processes - Ch 12

Tony and McGee found you two the next morning, sleeping in a tight embrace on the couch.

You would have liked to sleep a little longer, but Tony's laughter was just too loud. When you slowly opened your eyes, DiNozzo was laughing his ass off and Tim was bright red and looked everywhere but at you.

What could the poor thing be so embarrassed about? Were you naked? You looked down questioningly at yourself... no, you weren't naked. You were wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt with a USMC print from your husband.

Speaking of your husband... you were still lying on him and would have loved to stay there longer. He was such a cozy and warm pillow... oooh, if only you could have slept a little longer.

But then Jethro was already murmuring in your ear: "We have to get up, love. Work is calling."

“Do we really have to?” you asked him sadly. He smiled lovingly at you, rubbed your back up and down and kissed your forehead: “Yes, we have to.”

You sighed in disappointment, but then sat up so that he could sit up, too.

With a brief “I'm taking a quick shower,” Jethro disappeared upstairs while you made coffee for everyone in the kitchen.

When it was ready, you brought the boys their coffee and were pleased to see that Tim's head had returned to its normal color. When he saw you, he paused and stared at you silently and uncertainly, because he didn't know how to deal with you.

“Hey! Elf King! Be careful where you pour your coffee!” Tony suddenly called out. Tim flinched and looked at him sharply. But then he realized that he had almost emptied his cup over the files and put it down.

Just in time to catch yourself as you threw your arms around his neck. Because when DiNozzo called him “Elf King”, a lot of memories suddenly came flooding back. Full of exuberance, you shouted: “You are Tim! Timothy McGee! My wonderful, sweet IT genius Timmy!!! Who plays the Elf King in an online game!”

You hugged him so tightly out of joy that he almost lost his breath. Enthusiastic, you took his face in your hands and looked at him firmly: “I remember you!!! Oh my Gosh, that feels good.”

You were overjoyed and could have hugged the whole world out of joy.

But firstly, not the whole world was available and secondly, Jethro suddenly stood next to you in a pretty bad mood and grumbled: “Keep your hands off her, McGee. The woman belongs to me.”

Oh dear, he looked like he wanted to tear poor Timmy to pieces. Timmy immediately went stiff and let you go out of fear of the boss. Poor guy...but you couldn't help but give him another big hug.

That was probably too much, because Gibbs cleared his throat and pierced you both with his gaze. Laughing, you let go of McGee, turned around, stood on your tiptoes and kissed your husband on the cheek before you ran back to the kitchen, dancing and still laughing happily, to get the coffee for you and Gibbs.

You hoped that this would appease him. Because a bloodbath in the dining room...who's going to clean up the mess?

You felt like you were floating on clouds, because you were a little closer to regaining your full memories. It could happily continue like this.

You had just made the coffee and wanted to go back into the dining room, as Jethro came, put his hand on your lower back, gave you a kiss and took his cup from you.

He sighed: “I'm very happy for you that you remember him. But seeing you together in such a tight embrace... I didn't like it. Besides... I had hoped that you would remember me.”

The poor thing looked so contrite and sad that you pulled him into your arms to comfort him.

You smiled lovingly at him and stroked his cheek: “My wonderful Neanderthal... you know that you are the only one for me.”

You looked deep into each other's eyes and kissed deeply. It was a kiss that said more than a thousand words.

But work was waiting for you. So with a heavy heart you separated and went to the boys.

But Gibbs didn't follow you: "Go ahead, I'll be right after you," he said.

He needed a moment to collect himself, because his whole being was in turmoil. Yes, he acted like a Neanderthal. Seeing you in Tim's arms made his blood boil and made him feel possessive. He had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help it.

How much he wished that you would remember him and that you really belonged together. But on the other hand... then you would remember that he was your boss... would you even want him anymore?

He lived in a beautiful dream that was both heaven and hell. He asked himself how it would end. Would he finally find a cure for his inner torment or would it destroy him forever?

(To be continued in Chapter 13.)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story.

Masterlist stories - Part 1 (finished ones)

Masterlist stories - Part 2 (finished/ongoing)

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Tags: @ilovemark1951, @hobby27

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[miltheperson]

Wally Darling x GN!Puppet!Reader.

(I was in a very romantic mood today! So I thought "how about a sweet confession from an especially sweet puppet?" Haha!) (It's a little longer than the previous X reader's but I hope that's alright!)

The Other End.

Wally was usually a blunt and straightforward puppet, who had no trouble saying whatever came to his mind. But when it came to you...

Gosh, he was just speechless.

You always managed to leave him awestruck and silent, unable to utter a word. He wanted to tell you many times over how charming you were to him, how fond he was of you... But every time he opened his mouth to speak, he was left with nothing but silence.

You'd always just somehow pull on his little heartstrings and he could feel his face flush over! Anything you did or said, it was always so wonderful to him... He wanted so badly to tell it to you outright, seeing as you just deserved to know how wonderful you were.

Little did he know, you wanted to tell him the same thing! You thought he was so wonderful, so charming, and such a fun puppet to be around! My, did you fall quite hard for the Darling! Needless to say, he fell quite hard to you too!

The whole neighborhood knew by now but the both of you were just so clueless and dense! Everyone waited so anxiously for you two to finally realize how you felt for each other! As exciting as it was, it was especially frustrating to watch you both be so flustered by each other but have no clue why!

Until, one day. Wally finally found his courage through one simple phone call.

He realized that... If he didn't see you... Then he wouldn't have to feel so nervous!

"Hello, neighbor... How are you?" Came Wally's voice through the phone.

You had been busying yourself with your special little hobby, using your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear as you busied your hands with (your special little hobby).

"I'm alright, Wally, thank you. How are you today?" You replied to him with a smile, feeling your heart flutter just by hearing his voice.

"I'm doing very well, thank you, neighbor. Are you able to talk?" He asked, sounding serious.

It was a little worrying. What could there be to talk about? Something that sounded so serious?

"Yeah... Yes, of course. Is anything wrong?" You moved a hand to fix the phone, adjusting it a more comfier position against your shoulder.

"I think you're the absolute most..." Wally said so suddenly. Well now, that took you by surprise! Your face flushed red and you dropped what you were doing, hands flying over to hold the phone close to your ear.

"W...What?" You blurted out, eyes wide in surprise.

"I think you're very wonderful, neighbor... And... Well... You pull my heartstrings so." Was... Wally being serious?? "Every time you laugh... I can't help but laugh as well... Every time you smile... I feel so warm inside..." His voice was so genuine and quiet. "Barnaby told me that, that people would call that... Love... Ha ha ha. I say "I love you" all the time but I never really understood it until now..."

You could feel your own heartstrings pull at his words, listening to him with a blush on your face.

"Neighbor... I love you... And I really do think you're the absolute most..."

It was like butterflies in your stomach, an explosion of color within your world as Wally said those funny little words.

A moment of silence passed as you processed his words, dumbfounded by his confession.

"... Neighbor...? Are you still there...?" Wally sounded a little worried.

Suddenly, you snapped out of your shock.

"Hello! Sorry-." You stammered out, a happy smile on your face. "Sorry- Wally-" You couldn't help but move your hand happily, the words had made you feel so joyful.

So exciting!

Wally Darling... The very puppet you pined for... Returning your fond feelings??

It was just so amazing!

"Neighbor? Are you... okay?"

"Yes- Yes, I am." You couldn't stop your smile, nor could you exactly help but move your hand and even your arm so joyously.

"That's good." Wally smiled on the other end, relieved to hear you were okay. He thought he had startled you someway, it worried him for a moment.

"Wally... I love you, too." You finally whispered.

...

Now it was Wally's turn to flush red.

Neighbor... You... You love him, too?

"You do?" Wally sounded surprised, his eyes were wide.

"Yes, I really do!" I nodded on the other end, you couldn't help but really let your joy flow through your words.

"Neighbor... That's..." Wally found himself reduced to silence once again.

His fond feelings of love being reciprocated... It felt... Wonderful.

"I'm... Glad you feel just the same." Wally smiled, an adoring and affectionate gloss over his eyes.

"I am, too." You mumbled over the phone, curling your finger on the cord.

"... Can I see you, neighbor? I want to see you." Wally asked, already standing up from his chair.

"Of course, Wally. I... Want to see you, too!" You felt excited, standing up as well.

"Okay. I'll be there in a moment, neighbor..." Wally went to end the call, before quickly pausing and holding the phone against his ear once more.

...

"I love you, (Name)."

...

"I love you, too, Wally... I'll be waiting."

...

Click.

[zedd364]

happy new year!

here's a collection of trad art I never got to post/forgot to post/was too embarrassed to post ft. my silly little ramblings 😆

(note: artist is VERY embarrassed to post these, but, he has to anyway, for the sake of it 🤫🧏‍♂️)

this is Collection 2, consists of old oc art (coupled with lore ramblings), and an assortment of more doodles and attempts, along with concepts

this is Zedd

no, not the same guy I use as my purple-themed oc/persona online, he's actually red-themed, and also, has square eyes

(oh boy, the lore is definitely gonna get convoluted later down the line, but, moving on 💀)

ahh, now this big handsome guy right here

his name is Braun >:)

he's my favorite big buff devil oc that I made

him and Zedd are really close

as you can see, he is the scrunkly blorbo

I've yet to draw an amount of him 😔💖✨

this was me during artblock 💀

dawg, I was literally tweakin, fuckin, I literally could not draw shit 🗿

first and second attempts of drawing Jason

oh these have already been posted on my blog before, but, I still wanted to include them in this collection

besides, this time, I had properly edited them with a color filter >:)

I didn't want to include this, but GAUAHAHSJSK, HE LOOKED SO STUPID SILLY AND FUNNY 😭😭😭

(I was trying to practice when I made this thing, I do loose attempts on a different page whenever I'm working on a trad piece, cuz it helps plan my process and lessen erasures 🤫🧏‍♂️)

so, The Noise Update huh? pretty cool stuff >:)

on a side note, wish Tumblr had a yellow text option 🤔

concept I had in mind

imagine how badass it would be if you and Dark were able to fuse and stuff 👀✨

(definitely not foreshadowing my future plans once I finally start working on my concepts 😆)

another concept I had in mind, back in the middle of the year when I became a fan

imagine a variant of Dark, with red eyes instead of blue, and a bad ending

if he never got to overcome his insecurity

if he really believed he was what people say he is

IT'S THE FANCY MAN HIMSELF 🗣️🔥💥✨

I could draw him better though, but, that's for something later down the line 🤫🧏‍♂️

I still really love Brad's silly little fancy stickfigure game >:)💖✨

more sadge 😔

me and my two personalities on the daily

see guys? I told you they were different 🤭

okay but fr though, there are two Zedds in my silly little fictional universe, they both represent me in certain ways and my personality

while they look exactly the same, key details to tell them apart is:

Red Zedd has square eyes, and sharper hair

Purp Zedd has semi-circle ones, and he also has eye wrinkles all the time

the reason there's two of them is because:

one has pre-fixed oc lore already

and the other was made as a self-insert vessel for me

"why couldn't you have just made them look more different from one another, and change the other one's name?" because I don't want to, and frankly, the convolution and confusion is kind of silly 😤✨

I've still yet to draw the both of them more 👁️👁️

Jason doodles/attempts

I like him a lot, even though he's gonna force me to learn anatomy properly soon, just for his sake 😆

some Bob practices

gosh, the second one, he looks like a professor 😭💀

aaand, that's about it 😳

you can view the next or previous collections here:

Collection 1

Collection 3

[jennyeverywhereday]

A Special Announcement

Hi guys. Jenny here.

I know — crazy, right? It's not usually me doing these. Spoils the fun, doesn't it? Like hosting your own birthday party. Then again, I've done that. But the point is, there's something I've got to tell you.

Gosh, I don't know where to begin. Change… It's scary, right? Even for a girl like me who's always changing, story to story, world to world.

The short version, I guess, i… I've got a new guy looking after my affairs in this dimension. Bit stuffy, that phrase, but it'll do. Look, this website you're on right now, jennyeverywhereday.com… it used to be run by this bloke I know, Benj. Benj Christensen. The coolest, sweetest guy. He used to make comics about me. I love all my biographers, in every dimension — talk about making a girl feel special! — but he was proper special. Is proper special; he's not dead or anything, don't worry.

Every August 13th, he'd work day and night to collect all your artwork and stories about me, and keep it all organized. Fifteen years he did this. Fifteen. Years. Like I said, proper special.

But everything has its time, even things that go on forever. It comes and goes, waxes and wanes. Last year's JED didn't go quite as planned. After a day's worth of wonderful posts, Benj went to bed and then he never logged back on. Don't worry, he's alright, but… bit of the ol'burnout. Happens to the best of us. I'd never want any of you guys to wear yourselves out in my name.

Benj is better now, but it showed him… it was time. Time to pass the torch. Maybe you'll see him again around here, as an artist, just one more volunteer. I hope so. And you can still say hi. But he'd done his time running this place all by himself.

Hence — the new guy.

Don't worry, he's not dead either. That's just how he draws himself. A skeleton with glasses, wearing a top hat. He couldn't tell me why; he just does that. (You'll be happy to know he does at least own a top hat, but even then, he doesn't wear it much.)

He goes by Aristide Twain, and he's written an awful lot about me, too. Especially that me who's moved in with the Crew of the Copper-Colored Cupids. Though he insisted I tell you that in his own opinion, he's not nearly as good at drawing me as Benj was. And he's also in charge of the Jenny Everywhere Wiki, so at this point, it's fair to say I'm all over his resume.

But hey, you'll get to know him soon enough, if you don't already. Just look at him go! He's already been doing some refurbishing around here, spiffing up the FAQs and whatnot. I have an index now! Love an index. It's why I've got two on my hands. Right after you see this message, he'll be running through the backlog from the 2024 JED that halfway-wasn't; better late than never, I always say, especially when you've got infinity ahead of you.

And next August — that sounds so far away, doesn't it? but mark my words, it'll creep up on you — next August, he'll be the one running the sixteenth edition of this lovely little holiday you guys made up about me. Hopefully the first of many, many more, just so long as no one blows up the Earth.

For now, let's say goodbye to Benj, with honor, thanks, and love. There's something fitting about his final transmission, even though he didn't know that's what he was writing. I'd like you to read it again, now. Especially this bit:

I wanted to say a few things before I go. Firstly thank you to everyone who submitted this year. I really appreciate all the interest in our little Jenny and I’m so happy that she’s still out there getting in scraps.

Oh, and also that bit:

Again, thank you to everyone who submitted. You are literally what makes this event possible and I couldn’t keep it going without you.

Right back at ya, Benj! Enjoy your rest; you've earned it!

Shifter, out!

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 11th 2023

"Wiggly": Flan with Berries

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, some Pencil brush for detail, and the Circle tool and perspective tool for the plate. 30 colors. Around 1 hour and 30 minutes.)

Speedpaint at the end of the post.

I really should do some one to one studies one of these days. The shine on top was insanely fun to draw and fiddle with as was the shine on the berries, but the shine on the plate syrup is a little funky to me. Need more practice for sure but still happy with how it turned out. There's more here that I like and had fun with than I struggled with.

Hopefully the syrup isn't too sticky for @lady-quen's Breadbugs.

Technically an eggy pudding more than an overt egg, but I think it counts for @quezify's Eggtober. Am I playing a little loose with the rules? Absolutely. But it's either studies of various eggy foods or I'm gonna become bootleg quezify and only draw fried eggs every day. Like, yes, I'm basically the egg understudy because for two years I have drawn an egg a day for an entire month because of Ruben, but, like. I'm not here to stand in a fabulous shadow or step on any fabulous toes. I am here to draw edible egg. That has been my shtick since the first Eggtober. I am of course TRYING to stick to dishes that are well known for eggs being a major ingredient or dishes where the egg element is overtly visible, obviously. So you're probably not going to see a cheesecake here for example. Not for Eggtober, anyway. Cheesecake is much more well known for the cream cheese and the crushed cookie crust.

But, as with last year, you will be getting more than just "Here's a fried Egg." @quezify has that covered for sure. But you will definitely see loads of fried eggs. I still have 2 very nice fried egg ideas in my queue of things to draw, after all. But sometimes you just gotta play around. "Yes, flan is not egg. But it's known for including lots of eggies to get that custard nice and smooth and spongy and bouncy. Cheating every once in a while with a souffle or a flan is allowed because I say so. There's egg in there as a main ingredient. Fight me. XD

In all seriousness, what counts and what doesn't is wibbly anyway. Because, like, mayo is very much an eggy thing. The eggs stabilize the emulsion. Without them the mayo would just be separated oil and acid like vinegar or lemon juice. Hollandaise is also egg for the same reason. But if you add the mayo to a bunch of tuna, well, that gets wibbly right? It's the basis of tuna salad and definitely has egg in it, but the tuna ratio makes it much more tuna than mayo and therefore much more tuna than egg.

Unless you're a purist that think egg must be overt and independent in the dish, in which case fried egg, boiled egg, poached egg, and scrambled egg are about all you can get away with here, with various sauces. Which would be a fun challenge, I guess. But I am much more a form and constitution neutral participant. If it looks like an egg or if it contains significant egg, I am counting that. That's how we do it here on my blog. Categories are just wibbly boxes and I am playing fast and loose with them. Because it's fun. (This isn't really directed at anyone by the way. I'm just an anxious bean and I like to preempt arguments rather than have them.) But yeah, Egg King Ruben said I can draw whatever I want forever, so there. 😝

(Edit, forgot the gosh darn speedpaint again!)