#have this bit though it's a bit of a sketchy mess but I think it's fun. it gets some of his vibe I think

[fluentisonus]

the bastard himself

[alpali]

Atsumu stands in the convenience store with pursed lips. Osamu had refused to cook for him so here he is, deciding on what he’s supposed to snack on. He scratches his head in thought.

“That damn jerk.” He mumbles under his breath.

He hears the faint chime of the doors, as they open and close. Then he’s back to concentrating. That is until a girl wraps their arms around his neck. His eyes going wide, as he stumbles a bit.

“What the hell-”

“Baby there you are!” You say a little loud, a waver in your voice.

“Please help me.” You whisper and his ears perk up.

He’s a little weirded out but he can sense the tension in your body. As if on cue a rather sketchy man turns the corner of the isle, staring you down.

His eyes narrow at the man, his arm now circling around your waist. He keeps you tight against him. The man inches a little closer, as if he’s glancing at the products. Atsumu clicks his tongue.

“Ya got a problem?” He calls out to the man.

The man glances up at him. Atsumu towers over him with ease. His unwavering glare and cold demeanor making the man step back. He gently guides you behind him.

“I suggest ya get yer sorry ass outta here. Before I make ya.” He smiles but the man knows better than to believe Atsumu is fucking around.

So with a scoff the man is leaving without another word or glance. You sigh loudly, a breath you hadn’t known you were holding in.

“I’m so sorry!” You shriek, bowing immediately. Atsumu is surprised, quickly trying to get you stop.

“S’fine really.” Atsumu hovers over you, wavering his hands like a mad man.

“Maybe next time be more careful. Don’t go trustin’ people like that.” He lightly scolds and you nod.

“Yer lucky ya got stuck with me though.” He laughs and you feel at ease.

“Please, let me treat you.” You say with a timid smile on your face.

He’s grins at your face. Only then does he really take you in. You’re beautiful and you smelt good too.

“Nah. S’alright.” He smiles, but you’re persistent.

“Please?”

Atsumu blinks and well damn it he can’t say no when you have a pretty face and sweet voice like that. Yet at the last second he pays for the things as you were reaching for your wallet.

You both walk out with different expressions. You’re wearing a pout and he’s staring down at you with a grin. You both stand outside awkwardly for a bit until you ask him a question.

“Sorry but do you know where the station is?”

He blinks.

“Want me to walk ya there?”

“N-No! You’ve already helped me so much.” You laugh nervously and he shakes his head.

“Nuh uh I’m walking ya.” He begins to walk.

“H-Hey!” You yell, falling into step with him. He smiles down at you as you pout.

“Do ya always pout like that?”

“No.” You grumble and he laughs.

You guys make small talk as he walks you to the station, making sure you’re close to him but on the inside of the sidewalk. He introduces himself and you introduce yourself as well.

“Pretty name.” He comments and you flush.

“Thanks.” You mess with your hands and he smiles.

When the station comes into view, he pouts. He didn’t think he’d be this let down at you having to go.

But just letting you go…felt so wrong to him. His heart panged in his chest.

“Well this is my stop.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Right.” He mumbles.

“Thank you Atsumu, you’re very kind.”

“Don’t sweat it.” He waves his hand.

It’s funny.

Two complete strangers, bidding goodbye as if you’d see eachother the next day and the day after that.

A red thread wraps itself around the both of your hearts. And as you both are a distance away.

It tugs.

Causing you both to lock eyes, for what seems to be the last time.

You send him a warming smile and his eyes soften.

With that you’re gone.

Atsumu is left standing there, the bag in hand. He feels rather empty. He walks the rest of the way home with a complete frown on his face.

The next day he’s walking with Osamu through the halls, on there way to volleyball practice. As Atsumu rambles about his sets, his words get caught up in his throat.

And there’s that tug again.

He stops in his tracks.

His eyes scanning everywhere in the hallway. When he looks behind him he finds you there, as if time has stopped.

You both mirror eachother, but Atsumu is quicker.

His eyes sparkle, his smile growing.

And that red thread finally ties its knot.

[gachagon]

Ena's are treated by others based on how capable they are

Yesterday I played through the entirety of Ena Dream BBQ and it was the most fun and surreal time I'd ever had playing a video game since I played OFF.

After I finished it though, I couldn't help but think about how Ena was treated as some kind of dangerous, menacing entity that has the potential for harm from the other entities in the game. Everyone in the game either treats Ena as if she is a troublemaker or someone who is too dangerous to be left by herself or to be alone with. Which is strange because Dream BBQ Ena never does anything like that to anyone in the game.

So why does everyone hate Ena? I think it has to do with the idea that Meanie/Salesperson Ena is way more *capable* and aware than the Classic!Ena from the youtube series.

Meanie/Salesperson Ena is more proactive and is able to advocate for herself, and even has a job (which shocks a some of the characters when they learn that this Ena has a job lol) Meanie/Salesperson Ena is much more capable of doing "bad" things or harm then the Classic Ena we see in the show.

Classic Ena seems to lose control over her "sad" side a lot even if she's not really sad. And sometimes when she *is* sad, it becomes too much and literally makes her ill.

A lot of the characters in the youtube series aren't afraid of this Ena though they do still want her to leave them alone anyways. Nobody is panicked or frightened or even a little bit wary of this Ena because she doesn't even really have control over her own emotions, and she falls apart at the slightest bit of adversity.

And as far as I'm aware this Ena doesn't have a "job" like Dream BBQ Ena does. Meaning I don't think someone other than Moonie has trusted her to do things for them. No one gives her any kind of hard responsibility and once they see how out of control she is over herself, many of the entities seem to relax around her even though she's an Ena.

I know some people have been saying what if the reason Ena's are so mistreated is because they were maybe made to cause trouble or to harm other entities, but I think it's more so that Ena's have the potential to cause harm based off of how capable they are and how in control they are of themselves.

Classic!Ena is not able to pull herself together most of the time and it seems to take a great deal of strength to reel back in her "sad" side. Her sad side also doesn't seem to speak rationally and demeans herself, unlike how Meanie/Salesperson clearly talk and are always on the same subject most of the time. I think for the other entities if you knew Ena's were bad news for some reason and you met one who could barely walk straight because of how "sad" she was all the time, you'd probably think the Ena who's 100% in control of *both* sides to be a little spookier because now you're messing with a person who can seriously do harm to you somehow.

I also think Meanie/Salesperson is aware of this dichotomy between different Ena's thus why they constantly have to reassure other people that they're not doing any kind of "sketchy" or bad things. Entities have probably treated this Ena way worse in the past just because of being an Ena, and being capable and more aware most likely didn't actually help with trying to get people to trust her more.

Meanie/Salesperson might also not be quite as innocent as we may think based off of the ending of chapter 1 because in the end they do kind of "destroy" everything, and in the end the only person who comes out of it okay is Ena.

We don't actually know what their job really is, lol but them having a job at all was enough for a lot of the entities to just trust them to do things for them. I think the fact that Meanie/Salesperson Ena was able to complete their task at all and come out of it okay, kind of proves that maybe the entities in the Uncanny Valley were right to be a little wary because now the Uncanny Valley is gone thanks to Ena turning the smoke off T_T

[theamberparadise]

Hello, This is my first time making a request on your block.

Can you do a NSFW and dating headcannon for Jeff the killer and ticci Toby x Jessica Rabbit like s/o ( separately ) , please

HI HONEY IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE TUMBLR DELETED MY 2K WORD DRAFT AND NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN IM SO SORRY

TICCI TOBY AND JEFF THE KILLER X JESSICA RABBIT READER

SYPNOSIS; How would Jeff and Toby react to reader who looks like Jessica Rabbit?

TWs; toxic relationship, blood

A/N; hi hon!! welcome to my blog!! im so sorry this was sooo late tumblr hates me sm, i hope you like this as much as i liked writing it!

ps! i assumed reader is also a killer.

"Seriously, what do you see in him?" "He makes me laugh."

TICCI TOBY

The first time he saw you, Toby was beyond bewildered. Were you real or were you another figment of his twisted imagination?

Nonetheless, his eyes were on you now. And he needs your eyes on him.

His first instinct? Flaunting his muscles at you whenever and wherever he can. Getting a glass of water? His shirt is suddenly off. Fixing yourself in front of the living room mirror? He mutters it’s hot then slowly rips off his jacket. Seeing him during training? He flexes his muscles a bit more.

He thinks this is a widely accepted way of getting girls when really it’s so awkward when he does it.

Second instinct? Getting as close to you as he possibly can just to sniff your scent. Even if you’re just leaning gracefully against a counter, he might walk in, head high, shoulders back while he leans right beside you. Not across, not near, beside. Like there aren't any more spots for him to lean on.

“Toby, hon,” you cleared your throat. “You’re getting a little close.” “Am I?” he cocks his head to the side. “My bad, I’ll move aside.” 

He moves literally three inches away.

His third and final attempt? Leaving you gifts! Although it does leave you confuzzled.

One moment your Versace heels are there, and the next second, you hear your door close and now it’s gone. The next day, you wake up to see your Versace heels back again, with a pair of sword heels from Paciotti– in your size.

More of his gifts would include a sketchy brand of lotion from a drugstore, a cracked eyeshadow palette, and a seemingly used lipstick.

You appreciate his efforts but you couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

Once he notices you haven’t been saying “thank you” to him like you should be, he trudges to your door post-mission holding a bundle of snapped flowers that looked like they were pulled from a couple’s anniversary date (it was) with his breathing awry and ragged.

He keeps his eyes steady on yours. And as soon as you asked what was wrong, he shoves the bouquet in your face, like he didn’t cause you to have an allergic attack.

“Fuh–flowers. For y-you.” You gently press the cloud of petals down. “Okay, Toby– Okay, honey.”

He would still press his gaze onto you like you owed him something (which you did) and after about five minutes, he speaks once again. “Why ha-haven’t you wearing m-my gifts?”

You stay silent, backing away as your heel meets the floor again, your face looking to your side.

You feel his thumb and index gently hold your face in the right direction– where he is, and leans even closer than ever.

“I wa-want you. Do you want m-me t-too?”

Ever since you said yes to him, his ego had been fueled to the MAX.

If somebody even slightly mentions you, he’s on them and joining the conversation he had nothing to do with. “Oh, h-her? Yeah, I pu-pulled her. Not li-like you g-guys can do anything ab-about i-it,” that statement earns Toby a nasty black eye, of which he thankfully didn’t feel, but caused his face to swell for a week. He crawls back to you seeking validation even though it was him who started the mess.

He does anything and everything for you if it means he won’t lose a part of his pride like he did last time with Clockwork. Complaining about the heat melting your makeup off? He’s installing a new air conditioner. Notice a rip in your oh-so-glittery dress? He’s suddenly suitable as a surgeon. Need to detangle your hair? He’s treating it like a frail animal.

It’s the same when you’re on missions together. A rowdy victim scuffs your shoe? “That little sh-shit,” he’s off hacking the poor guy to hell.

He blushes shamelessly when you call him "my boy" or "my good little champ" while pinching his cheeks, makes him feel like one of those guys back in his middle school that would steal his crushes.

And although all of this seems sweet, it doesn’t mean it won’t have toxic tendencies.

His jealousy problems can overwhelm the relationship. He immediately jumps to conclusions every time he sees you hanging out with someone who’s not him. “Why were y-you looking at h-him? You’re not th-thinking of talking t-to him, are you?” “Did you go for a smoke with them j-just now? You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

It hurts, yes, but try to actually pursue another guy and he’ll come crying floods with his knees on the floor, gripping on your dress like it’s his life line.

"Toby, baby, no pulling, please." You try to snag the fabric gently from him. "No, no, no, no, don't leave me-- p-please no, I'm s'sorry," he chokes out, "Never again, hon, please,"

NSFW 

The reason why he takes care of your hair so gently and attentively is because he likes to pull on it whenever he’s fucking you from behind or receiving a blowjob from you. Seeing you wince in pain while you’re so used to being taken care of by him is like cocaine.

He memorizes all the spots you like to reveal in your outfits just by him staring at you for hours on end. He uses this to his advantage and cheekily leaves bites on there.

Purposefully buys you makeup that isn't kiss proof just to see your lipstick stain his lips and his cock. Sometimes, he takes pictures of them and sends them to whoever was bullying him recently.

Have a meeting with the major proxies and need to orgasm in the middle of it? No worries, he’s under your dress sucking your clit like there’s no tomorrow.

Loves it when you wear heels during sex. He cums in his pants by the thought of you stepping on his dick with them.

Once he gets home after a particularly frustrating day of missions, he drops down to his knees and starts humping your leg with his bare cock while massaging your hands and arms through your silky gloves.

He circles his thumb on the seams of your long dress while you give him the best titjobs of his life.

Lives for the idea of you having a wardrobe malfunction in front of him and the other proxies. Lowkey a cuck.

Bites every cellulite line he finds, every stretch mark he finds, kisses every scar you might have and thanks you for even letting him.

Moans a little louder than he’s supposed to when you suck on his adam’s apple.

He finds cumming in your hair so enchanting, seeing milky white beads of his honey absorb into your smooth hair has him groaning.

JEFF THE KILLER

“Holy shit,” were the first words that escaped his mouth when he first saw you. 

I mean, how could he not? Look at you, all shiny and pretty, it’s like you were made by an angel from heaven. He’s seen his fair share of hot supermodels and sexy porn stars, but none of them even come close to a creature as beautiful as you.

His approach for you is… not great.

Catcalling, whistling, and pervy pick-up lines were his first thoughts. “ *wolf whistle* Nice tits, dollface!” “ *imitates animal clicking* Here, kitty, kitty.” “Over here, sweetcheeks!”

He does this especially when he knows others are watching. It’s his twisted way of calling first dibs.

Jeff loves how you play hard-to-get with other guys in a smooth, jazzy way. Even more when you do it to him.

When he feels as if you were ignoring him (which you were) he likes to leave twisted drawings of you taped on your door. Nothing too crazy, just you in your usual outfit of glamour and heels, but this time your boobs are way bigger than they are and your butt is wider than they should be. You figure that it’s how he looks at you.

You crumpled his drawings and threw them away? That’s fine, he’ll just go a little bit further and bring you a severed finger in a ziploc bag with a ring still on it. Surprisingly, the ring is actually a real diamond worth fifty thousand dollars. And it fit perfectly, too!

You thank him a day later and he thinks he’s the sexiest man in the world.

He then takes it even more up the road– weirdly just touching your hair with his grimy hands until you turn around and gently ask him to stop. Taking extreme observation of your face like it’s an art piece. Even stealing your perfume and spraying it on him even though he has never come close to even hugging you.

After Jeff feels like it’s time to go in for the catch, he breaks inside your room while you’re sleeping and hovers over you, caging you with his body. You’re still sleeping, face freshly moisturized and pretty. He lets his ragged, heavy cold breath blowing onto your face to wake you up, and once you do he grins even wider than humanly possible.

“Y’know, you coulda been sleepin’ in my bed.”

Once you said yes, he was on top of the world. He got cockier than he should really be.

He makes uncomfortably loud grunting and throat clearing noises to make everybody look at him and you, with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, beaming wildly like he just caught a bear.

He purposefully makes out with you in public view, not caring about your lipgloss absolutely coating his face

For his bit of toxicity, he isolates you whenever too many people serve as competition.

This stems from his insecurity of not protecting what he should be protecting, so to keep your eyes only on him, he either locks you up in his room or a wide plain full of nothingness.

He ventures and finds you pretty daggers to keep on a garter on your thighs especially if you have a dress with a huge slit, both for show and for protection, even though he’s there beside you practically 24/7.

Goes crazy for you in red. Going out in an all-red outfit for a date? He’s insisting you stay at home.

He lets you use his blood from his mouth slit as lipstick.

Speak to him in that sultry voice of yours and he’s in love forever.

"Jeffrey, baby. Get me my eyelash curler, will you?" "Oh, shit," he groans, throwing his head back. "You sound like sin, sweets."

NSFW

Remember him dragging you back to the house because you wore red? Well, you’re now on the floor, getting plowed into next week.

Also goes crazy for you keeping your heels on during sex, especially when you can’t take it anymore and you’re pushing him off with them, just for him to push your legs up to your ears and fuck you deeper.

He likes it when you keep your dress on while you ride him. It makes the whole thing feel risky– forbidden.

Jeffrey likes you to get messy. One time, you come back from a rough mission looking like utter shit. Hair tangled like matted fur, dress ripped at the seams, stockings ruined, makeup smeared to hell… It took him everything from within to not pounce on you right then and there. Instead, he drags you by the arm, skin bruising under your glove to his bed and makes you look even worse the following morning.

He loves it when you have a full face of makeup and a pretty outfit before you have sex. It’s like a trophy to him– mascara stains on his pillows, your poor dress ripped to shreds on the floor.

Remember your sultry voice? Use it on him when you order him around and his heart will stop. He might cum in his pants without you touching an inch of his pale skin.

He likes making you stumble out of the door, limping out with his cum still inside and your panties in his pocket, leaving you to pray that your dress doesn’t fly up in the wind.

Do you like your bra being stolen from you? I hope so. Because he’s not going to return it after making you strike up a conversation with everyone while your tits threaten to pop out.

He purposefully messes with your clothing, cutting the seams just right so when you put it on it rips at the most ridiculous places. A huge rip from your clavicle to just under your tits. The seam at the slit of your dress lets go when you take a little step.

Loves watching your usually tired and sexy eyes shoot open when he hits that sweet spot.

[havikshoochiemama]

Just you, him, and a box of dye

Pairing: Sparrow x Reader

Warnings: None!!! no pronouns used, honestly this is just fluff w a hint of angst bc idk he’s a silly guy

A/N: yeah i got tired of there being nothing for this pretty baby!!! so i did it myself 🤦🏽‍♀️ THIS GOD DAM ITALIAN WONT LEAVE MY HEAD!! anyways i wrote ts at like 2 am idk i thought it was cute i was inspired by how different his hair looked in these photos and was like WAIT just something cute for my shayla <3

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“Are you almost finished,” Sparrow whined in his thick accent. “My neck is starting to hurt…”

Normally, you enjoyed his constant whining and complaining—which he was like all the time— but today you were under a time crunch. He’d told you last minute that he needed his hair dyed for a photo shoot.

“Enea, stop moving so much. You’re making it take longer then it needs to.” you sighed

“I know, but it’s been so long, and we don’t have that much time left,” he whined again even more pitifully.

“I don’t know why you had me redye your whole head and not you the ends like i usually do,” you scolded, rubbing more of the color into his scalp .

“I know, I know. it’s just—what if my parents see the newsletter,” He looked up at you with those puppy eyes he always used to get his way. “And if my mother saw I dyed my hair, she’d kill me… well, find me, and then kill me before I even get to the games.”

You rolled your eyes as he let out a small chuckle.

“Grazie amore”

You tugged lightly at his cheek.

He immediately sat up, yelping. “AHH! You got dye on my face!”

“Stop being such a crybaby.” you mutter as You grabbed a towel from the sink and dabbing gently at the smear on his cheek. “Calm down. You act like it’s gonna kill you.”

“It might…” he pouted. “The guy you bought this from looked sketchy as hell…. for all we know, this stuff will make my hair fall out.”

You raised a brow at him. “Well then, your next shoot will be called ‘Bald and Beautiful.’”

He snorted. “Calvo e bello!” Then he burst into laughter.

You’d picked up a few Italian words over the years with him, though sometimes you just smiled and nodded when he spoke too fast.

But now, his laughter slowly faded. He started fidgeting with his fingers.

“…you really think they’ll see it?” he asked softly. “Does the newsletter even go to Psamathe?”

You glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The way he wouldn’t meet your eyes. The way his shoulders had tensed, it was about more than just hair dye.

“Of course they will. You know how nosy those rich assholes are—” You paused. “…Sorry.”

“If they do,” you added more gently, “they’ll see you smiling. Standing in front of the camera like you own the dam place. Looking happy.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

You rested a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be. They’re the ones who cut you off. If anything, you should be proud. Look how far you’ve come without them.”

He finally looked up at you, and for a second, the dramatic, teasing boy you loved was gone and replaced by something quieter. There was hurt behind his eyes.

Then he smirked. “You’re giving speeches now? Should I be worried?”

“Only if you mess up the dye,” you said, flicking his head.

“Ow!” he muttered grinning as he rubbed the spot. “That hurt so much, amore!

You rolled your eyes as the timer dinged behind you, twenty minutes to rinse and get to the shoot.

“Okay, drama queen. Let’s finish this. You’ve got a world to impress.”

Sparrow dramatically groaned as he got up and trudged to the sink like it was manual labor. You adjusted the water and gently guided his head under the stream.

For a moment, it was quiet. Just the sound of running water and your fingers carefully combing through his hair.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes closed

“Of course, I should really open a salon.” you replied as you rinsed out the last bit of dye.

“I mean it,” he said, more serious now. “Not just the hair… you take care of me. You always do.”

You paused, your heart doing that annoying flutter thing it always did when he stopped being ridiculous for more than five seconds.

“you’d do the same for me”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’d complain way more.”

You laughed, running a towel through his damp hair and fluffing it around a bit.

He squeaked and swatted your hand away.

“Enea!” you yelped

“It looks good,” you say, ignoring his glare “Really good. You’re gonna kill it out there”

He catches your wrist before you pull away. “You think so?”

Then you meet his eyes, the ones that always made your chest ache just a little

“I know so.”

For a second, he just stared at you like he was searching for something. Then he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Grazie, amore.”

Your fingers find his again before giving them a gentle squeeze. “Now hurry. We’ve got 15 minutes. And if we’re late again, they will kick you out of the game for sure this time.”

Sparrow stepped back, grabbing his bag and a towel. “Alright, alright. But when I’m famous and they make a biopic about my life? This is the part where they’ll play the romantic montage.”

You laughed as he opens the door

“Oh yeah?” you call out to him. “Who’s playing me, then?”

He looked over his shoulder “They could never find someone that looks at me the way you do,” then he added. “Someone with less charm and less attitude”

You grabbed the nearest hairbrush and threw it at his head. He ducked —barely— and cackled as he ran down the hallway.

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A/N: lmk if y’all fw this bc i have more ideas 😽 and time on my hands LMMAOO ik i always say ill write a pt 2 or some bs but i promise i will bc this mf won’t leave me head!! but ty sm for reading 🩷 criticism welcome i fr don’t be writing like that 😓 !!! 

[k6ssbxnny]

MDNI!!! Explicit content ahead.

Sleazy mechanic! Toji hears the low, scratchy rumble of tire and gravel closing in on his shop late at night and his first reaction is to roll his eyes in annoyance. Though sweaty n tired from working all day, he surges with energy when he catches sight of a you, doey eyes wet with tears, huffing and stuttering and babbling about some weird smoke puffing out from your car, how you're out here all alone, how you can't fix it no matter how hard you try, how this is all the money you have, and you really, really need help -

"'S not enough, little lady," he shrugs, knowing damn well it's plenty enough, sticking the wad of cash back in your manicured hands, wondering how they'd look wrapped around his fat cock.

"It's hard work fixin' a car this fucked, y'know?" It's not, he just likes how your tits bounce when you pace in a panic. Cute.

And you're begging and begging, pleading with him about how afraid you are of your weird, messed up car, how the only places to stay nearby are sketchy looking motels with broken doors and soiled beds, how you'll do just about anything, anything if it means he'll fix your car!

"S'pose I could make an exception, pretty girl," he muses, pretending to mull over your pleas as if he hadn't made up his mind the second he saw your ass,  "payment doesn't always have t'be in cash, right?"

And then you're squirming, thighs squished together as you get all slippery n sticky, whining for a bit of friction all from sucking his cock, nose pressed tight into his messy pubes as he sinks himself into your warm, wet mouth, bunching a fistful of your hair as he pumps into you, balls against your drool-slick chin, trying not to cum too quick. For a minute, he really does consider simply painting your pretty face, prying your mouth open and smearing his cum on your tongue with the chubby head of his thick dick. But then he sees your arched back, pushing the fat of your ass into your heels where you kneel, and he knows he can't just waste his cum on your mouth.

So he has you trapped and bent, on all fours like a bitch in heat, whimpering and mewling nonsense about how he's "too big", and that "i-it won't fit, c-can't, won't go in, please, I'll use my mouth!"

"Dunno, missy," he leers, pushing your head down with one hand and cupping a handful of your pudgy ass cheek with the other, so he can get a clear view of your sticky cunt, swollen and dribbling for attention. "Seems t'me that she thinks I'll fit." His lips curl into a lazy grin as he splits your slit with a thick thumb.

Your mouth pulls open into a soundless gasp when he bullies the head of his cock into you. There's nothing you can do except feel it, feel the stretch as he opens you up for him and he warmth of his chest as he mounts you, pushing you tight against the ground as he connects himself to you. He's rough: hard, slow, taking the time to pull his entire length out of you, linked to your pussy by a mere thread of precum, before stretching you open all over again, breaching your hole as you lose the ability to breathe properly, to think at all, reduced to all but a squealing, babbling mess, "f-faster, ah... t-too much! H-hard... s'good, m-mister Toji!"

You can't help but sink under the weight of his pounding, his heavy thrusts pushing your messy thighs apart as he beats himself into the space between your legs, calloused hands squeezing and teasing your tits.

"Don't run," he grunts, pulling your hips back to meet his pelvis as he stuffs you full, relishing in the feeble squeak that leaves your lips when he holds you still, forcing you in place while he slams into your hole, faster and faster - messier - as he nears his climax. He snakes a strong hand from your chest to your stomach, then down to your clit, rolling the puffy bud, rotating between soft, tantalizing touches and harsh, nearly sadistic pinches. You egg him on with your helpless cries, shivering and moaning some nonsense about how you "c-can't take it anymore, ah- ah! Gonna - mhm - g'nna cum!"

You clench around him so tight, pussy pulsing on him with so much strength that he gives into you wholly, prying your legs apart as he pushes his tip right up against your cervix, allowing himself the pleasure of a quiet, slight groan just before he spills into you, so much, and so heavy, and so thick that you can feel your insides twisting and churning from the impact of his dick, still throbbing into you.

When he pulls out, he makes sure to sit back on his heels, enjoying the look of his handiwork as you crawl and twitch aimlessly, semen filling the slit between your legs and dribbling lewdly over your lips, making a slow, sticky way down the fat of your welted thighs.

You look sweet, he thinks. He'll make sure to taste test you next time.

© 2024 k6ssbxnny

[flippinpancakes64]

Hey can I request the cullens x pop star reader who wrote a love song about them. Like do you think they would like it or find it embarrassing.

Thanks for your time❤️

The Cullens with a Pop Star! Reader

This ask is so cute I love it! I’m such a sucker for love songs it’s not even funny.

Aaaaaand…. My asks are back open! Send me requests! Go crazy!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edit: this is now day 3 of me writing this one… i have been so preoccupied reading Wolverine x Reader tics I completely forgot that I even had this in here. My sincerest apologies

Edward:

He’s a little hesitant to be with you publicly

It’s already sketchy enough for him to be in one place too long because people notice he doesn’t age

But being with you on tv or in magazines? Yeah no

So he doesn’t make public appearances with you

But he does support you unconditionally

He’s no stranger to writing a song for someone

So when he’s sitting at home, tuned in to a live show you’re having and you announce a new song that’s about a man that you love, he’s all ears

He LOVES it

Makes you sing it for him all the time

He wants it on vinyl, on cd, on a casette, on apple music, on spotify, and even on soundcloud

He wants this song etched behind his eyes so he can see it whenever he blinks

To him, it just proves that you love him without a shadow of a doubt

Alice:

She loves it

She doesn't really care about being seen on tv or anything

In fact, she loves being able to show off her outfits

It's her favorite thing to help you find stage outfits and outfits for red carpets or award events

She's backstage at one of your concerts, waiting for you to come back during a halfway break so she can touch up your makeup

When suddenly you announce that you have a new song that you wrote for your girlfriend

And obviously everyone in the audience knows who your girlfriend is

She could start crying

She loves the song so much

It could be one minute long or 6 minutes long and she would still want to listen to it on repeat

You better be prepared to sing all of the time because that's all she wants to hear now

When you do eventually go backstage you have to take a bit longer than a brief intermission because she kisses you so hard that all of your makeup comes off and your hair gets messed up

Jasper:

He's a bit camera shy

He doesn't really care about being seen with you because he's a vampire, it's moreso because he just doesn't want to be on camera

But he does his best to be supportive of you

He hates when you have to leave to go on tour or something

He likes to pose as a personal bodyguard so that he can still be close to you

He is a little embarrassed that you wrote a song about him

All of your fans already started speculating that you and your "bodyguard" were dating

But with this song it was definitely confirmed

He's not mad tho

He's just a lil bashful

He is happy though

It means that you're gonna get hit on a lot less since people know that you're in a relationship now

He loves the song though

When you sing it for him, he is never more at peace

He's still coming to terms with the fact that you love him so much you're willing to let the whole world know

Rosalie:

She's a little hesitant for the same reasons as Edward

As much as she hates being a vampire, she loves her family

Even if she doesn't let it show

She doesn't want to put them in jeopardy

And especially being in the age of the internet, it would be really easy for any of your fans to look her up and see that there's no record for her

It's just more risk than necessary

So she hangs back whenever you're out

She is super supportive of your career though, don't get me wrong

One night, you're on a late night talk show and it gets to the segment where you get to perform a song

You get out there and say that you made a new song for the love of your life, and she instantly perks up

It sounds heavenly

It's in the style of music that she adores, your voice sounds perfect, the song is filled with innuendos to things that only the two of you understand

To say she loves the song is an understatement

And no, she is not embarrassed at all by the song

She loves it too much

Emmett:

He's your biggest fan

He is at every concert, at every red carpet event, every awards ceremony, everything

All of your fans know his name

He might run a fan page on instagram who knows

He'll never tell

You're singing at an awards ceremony when you announce that you have a new song that you wrote for yours and Emmett's anniversary

The cameras capture his reaction too

His mouth is wide open the whole time

He starts crying

Afterwards he literally just holds you the whole night

He doesn't feel even one drop of embarrassment

In his eyes, this song just proves how much you love him and his reaction just proves how much he loves you

And yes you now have to sing this song for him for the rest of eternity

Esme:

She’s also hesitant to be seen with you publicly

She’s had to hide herself for so long, it’s just second nature

Not to mention that she doesn’t want to do anything that could put her family at risk

So she opts to support you from home

And support you she does

She loves your music

Even if it’s not what she would normally listen to, she loves it

You had a concert on her birthday, and you were super upset you couldn’t be there

Not that she celebrates her birthday anyway

But still

So you wrote her a song

And you played it

She didn’t even know about it until you texted her later

You had to walk her through how to pull up the video of it

But after she does she can’t stop listening to it

She loves it so much

Expect a cuddle tackle when you get home

Carlisle:

Also is not seen with you publicly

He’s okay with people knowing about him, but he has to put the safety and privacy of his family first

He loves how people are dying to know who your mysterious boyfriend is tho

He thinks it’s funny

And he’s super supportive of your career

You love music, he loves you, so he supports you no matter what

He has the receptionists play your music at the clinic

And he does his best to tune in to every performance you have

One night you come up to him and tell him you have a surprise

You play the recording of his song for him

He loves it

You’re not escaping the cuddle monster for the rest of the night

Sorry

And him being embarrassed is not even in his vocabulary

He loves the song, and he loves that you love him so much you wanted to write a song about it

Vampire! Bella:

Pop music’s not really her thing

But she loves you and she actually kinda likes your music so it’s not a problem for her

She doesn’t really want to be seen in public with you

Not necessarily because she’s scared of protecting her secret

But mostly just cause she’s awkward around cameras

The first time she hears the song, you dragged her out to your studio to listen to a new song you were working on

She didn’t know what she was in for

She gets a little embarrassed cause there are other people in the room

But other than that she doesn’t get embarrassed over the song

She loves it so much

She wants it burned onto a cd so she can listen to it all the time

[alaydabug2]

I'm definitely going to disect the scene in Unraveled with Cassius

But at the moment thing are DEFINITELY going to go down in book 10

And I don't JUST mean Elysian and Stellerlune

Cause like... Keefe new Alvar was alive (and even though I loved Alvar's presence in this book) it's going to put more strain Keefe and Fitz's already separating friendship

Now I think both sides are valid here

Fitz will have every right to be upset at Keefe for that and he's probably going to yell

Especially when they had gotten so close

I don't blame Fitz for that

But on the other side

I don't blame Keefe for how he handled the Alvar situation

I don't agree with the people who said he forgave Alvar too easily

I don't think he necessarily forgave him at all for the stuff he did

I feel like I can understand Keefe in thus situation a bit because of my own brother

Now while my brother isn't a murderer or held people hostage or anything he's still done some pretty awful selfish stuff

He's in prison right now due to his own choices with drugs and stealing and lying

And while I do love my brother I don't forget about that stuff because he's also taken money and items from me my whole life

I love him but I don't necessarily forget about it

At the same time we can still get along and even joke and mess around

I'm equating this similar because Keefe thought of Alvar as a big brother

He looked up to him for a lot of his childhood before being betrayed

He also followed Alvar to make sure he wasn't going to do anything sketchy

Took him with him to London with him to keep an eye on him BECAUSE he didn't trust him

He was also super distant when Alvar tried to get him to do stuff

And definitely didn't let him off the hook for the kidnappings

But like I do with my brother he kind of... worked around it for the sake of getting along

Brought it up and reminded Alvar of the things he did and hiw they weren't justifiable

Also remember Keefe wasn't really where he should be mentally in Unraveled

He was separate from his friends and anyone to check him and tell him ideas were bad

Also super lonely and probably going stirr crazy trying to make progress in London

He hadn't really talked to people familiar in who knew how long

Even if it wasn't ideal (or necessarily smart) his brain probably latched onto something familiar

Something he USED to trust

Cause he was desperate

And soon that turned into a half baked alliance

Cause (while it wasn't on screen) him and Alvar had a thing going before the books

It's only natural that they'd go back to some of that after starting to trust each other more

Again I'm not taking away that Fitz VERY MUCH gas the right to be hurt and upset with Keefe and should confront him about it when it inevitably gets out

But I still understand why Keefe did what he did and can't necessarily blame him for it

And honestly... they need to scream it out they really do

It will be good for them

About EVERYTHING

Alvar, Keefe running away, girl troubles, them falling out, not being like they used to

Their relationship probably won't be the same after

But that's ok

Because I feel like once they both get it out of their systems they can finally work to understanding each other

Then I need them to hug it out

Maybe with tears (should I write this...)

And slowly work on building their bond back up from a clean slate of understanding

Cause they really need it right now

[youcouldmakealife]

Ty/Johnny, Various Wilsons; hunting season

Another Kickstarter fill, for the request: I love, love the story of the guy dating into the youngest of a hockey family with all the older brothers threatening him. I think there have been two stories to date. Will you write something in that line for me?

Here's a bit more about them. They've appeared on tumblr before here, which is the exact same prompt because...I filled this prompt right after the Kickstarter closed. And subsequently forgot, because that is how long it has been

Please enjoy laughing at me and, hopefully, this.

Ty didn’t really know what he was getting into, going to the Wilsons’ cottage. Like, sure, the whole ‘dudes out for his blood for besmirching their baby bro (who besmirched his damn self before Ty ever met him, but Ty isn’t suicidal enough to say that out loud)’ — that he knew about. But he hadn’t expected it to be so — remote. Like nobody can hear you scream remote. Like nobody will find your body remote.

It’s not that Ty hasn’t been to cottages before, but they weren’t anything like this. Maybe he just hung out with rich dudes cosplaying at outdoorsy or something — absolutely zero comment about the Wilsons — but usually the cottages were just, you know, nice houses on a lake. Some cool boats and shit to play with. Sure, you’re in nature or whatever, but also there’s a convenience store a ten minute drive away that will sell you a case of beer to go with your bait and your tank of propane. Maybe throw in some ammo, or something from the hush hush fireworks selection.

But this isn’t charming small town cottage. This isn’t even kind of sketchy small town cottage. There’s nothing around but woods, and forget about picking up a case of beer: Ty doesn’t even know if he can get to a neighbor in ten minutes. It’s making him feel very 18th century or whatever. Like if he gets a small cut it’ll get infected and by time the doctor gets there they’ll have to cut his foot off.

“Antibiotics are a thing,” Johnny says, surprisingly patiently. Ty thinks he’s just relieved that he used an example that didn’t involve his brothers. Little does he know, that small cut is Wilson inflicted in this scenario. And every scenario, honestly. Ty’s cause of death is almost certainly going to be Wilson related. “Also, do doctors even do house calls anymore?”

Ty considers this. “So you’re saying I’m definitely getting gangrene.”

“I get it, Ty,” Johnny says. “You don’t like it here.”

Uh oh.

“It’s not that I don’t like it here—“ Ty says. He’s sure it’s very charming when he isn’t sharing it with three dudes plotting his murder.

Well, even Johnny’s brothers weren’t there they’d be just as far from civilization, and they’ve just established that doctors don’t make house calls anymore, so maybe Ty would die of gangrene anyway, and he’s not big on the idea of running out of anything turning into a whole ass trip for provisions, but —

Johnny rolls away from him, so Ty can no longer see his pout, but he swears he can still feel it, tragic Johnny face delivered at the wall. Johnny may, unfortunately, be the Wilson most likely to lead to Ty’s death. Ty isn’t afraid of him at all, though, which is what got him into this whole mess.

“Johnny,” Ty says. “Come on. I like it here.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Johnny says, voice small, and Ty closes his eyes, gathering his strength.

“I like it anywhere where you are,” Ty says. This room, for example. It’s small, the bed taking up practically the whole room, and the mattress is a little lumpy, like nobody updated it even after four members of the family started making NHL money, but it’s got Johnny, so it’s a great room. Fantastic.

There’s a bang on the door, not so much a knock as someone slamming a fist into it. The door knob rattles, but doesn’t open. Ty’s very favorite thing about this room is the lock on the door. “Up and at ‘em, daylight’s wasting.”

“You heard the man,” Johnny says, sitting up, not meeting Ty’s eye. “Daylight’s wasting.”

And why waste daylight when they can waste Ty instead?

“I’ll be right behind you,” Ty says. He spends a couple minutes in the room — not as charming now that Johnny isn’t in it, but Ty still loves that lock — before he starts getting paranoid about what Johnny’s brothers must be saying about him while he isn’t there, and almost runs to the kitchen.

Four Wilsons look up at him, conversation halting. It definitely feels like there was some Ty talk happening.

“You want bacon?” Jeremiah asks from his spot in front of the stove. “Toast? Eggs?”

“Sure, that all sounds good, ” Ty says. The spots on either side of Johnny are taken — he’d like to think that was something his brothers coordinated, rather than something Johnny did — so he sits down across from him. “Any plans for today, or—“

“The guys want to go for a hike,” Johnny says. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want.”

Ty swears he can feel three sets of eyes like laser beams right now. And what could go wrong, going even deeper into the woods?

“No, sure, I love hiking,” he says weakly.

“Great,” Jack says.

“Glad to have you,” Jason says.

“Wonderful,” Johnny says sourly, and it’s only then Ty realizes he just agreed to give up their only chance of time alone.

“I mean—“ he says.

Three sets of laser beams on him again.

“Should be fun,” he mumbles.

[deadhands69]

Villain Radio: Floorplan

Ground Level

Notes about this floor:

For scale: that bathroom feels the size of two porta-pottys. This is not a big house.

Compress' room is that weirdly shaped and it does NOT connect to the bathroom. It was originally intended to be a sunroom or something of that nature, but they wanted to cram as many people into the house as possible and he wanted to be close to the living room where everything is happening.

The weird storage area closet thing is unused. No one could ever agree on what to put in it. They use the larger space between that and the stairwell to stack amps and excess gear between shows.

They use the backyard/deck to have concerts in the summer.

Compress does his "yoga" in the front yard to talk to any neighbors passing by. The old guy next door hates to see him coming.

This house was built for a small victorian family, not five roommates and it shows.

Upstairs

Notes about this floor:

Spinner's room has the window out to the porch awning that everyone sits on, he doesn't mind people going through as long as you don't leave a mess or go through his stuff.

Technically, you could get there through Dabi's room too but it would be a little sketchy.

The bathroom is slightly bigger than y/n and Tomura's rooms are. It feels like an excessive use of space. In a larger house, it might feel like a reasonable sized bathroom though.

Magne/Twice/Toga's house is very close. So close you can pass things between the windows.

Always knock before going in Dabi's room. He likes to walk around naked in there with the blinds open to bother the old guy living next door.

There's a window at the end of the hallway, I forgot to add it.

Additional Notes:

The basement is not shown - it has the laundry room and their practice space. You get to it through the stairs on the ground floor OR the door leading down on the outside of the house, under where the bathroom is by the back deck.

There are SO few outlets in this house. Like it's a bit of an issue.

The entire house is a little off-kilter. Something is probably very wrong with the foundation (and other things) but no one has looked into it. If you knock your water bottle over on the floor, it will roll away.

That's all I can think of, let me know if you have any questions!

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[starlightsuffered]

High School Sweethearts (p4)

Info - worried about fame getting to someone’s head, longing, pining, mentions or sex and penetration

“I now pronounce you wife and wife,” I smiled as I ordained the Barbie wedding. Elsa was a giggling mess, she loved romance of any kind…..very similar to me.

“Were you ever in love mommy?” She asked.

“Momma has been in love one time,” I smiled.

“Oh tell me! He’s a prince isn’t he, that’s why he can’t be here with us. He’s a lovely prince who has to choose his people over us because he’s a good man.”

“Elsa,” I said, pulling her onto my lap. “Not everything is a fairytale unfortunately.”

“What do you mean, who wouldn’t want you. You’re a princess to me mommy.”

“In school, I met a wonderful boy. His name was Timothée. He was kind, handsome, funny, smart, and he loved me. He loved me sooooo much. Well when we had to stop school, because we don’t go forever you know. We decided to let each other go. We wanted to open our lives up.”

“Oh, no happily ever after?”

“No angel, but I have you, that’s amazing,” she smiled.

“Momma you deserve a fairytale. I will kick Timothée for you,” she said, laying her head on my chest.

“Oh sweetie no, Timothée isn't Bad, he just moved on. I told him he could.”

“Yeah, but you look sad. Your eyes look sad, and I wand to kick him.”

“I think maybe you just like to kick people,” I chuckled and tickled her.

I put her to bed and all at once I was struck by her resemblance to Timothée. She was blonde yes, but her hair was a mass of curls. She had his nose and his green eyes even if she wasn’t as pale. Had I somehow turned my longing into a manifestation in her? Had my adoration for Timothée bled through into my own daughter.

I needed to go to bed. I was an idiot. I laid in bed and felt the softness of the bed. At least I had a nice bed. I didn’t need a fancy necklace, I didn’t need a-

My phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Okay you’re going to hate my guts, but I got your number from the crew and-“

“From the crew Timothée? It wasn’t so long ago that we didn’t have the money to buy one another birthday gifts,” I said sorrowfully. Had he really changed so much? Did he treat people like servants.

“Do you remember when I got you that stupid fucking movie?” He asked with a laugh.

“Don’t you dare,” I joked. “Do you know how many times I’ve been sobbing my eyes out and watched that movie? It’s dumb, it’s Adam Sandler, it’s nothing that you like! Come on Timmy? Click? You’d never give me that now.”

“Look the family scenes made me cry and I wanted to share a part of me with you. I get it though. I’m not so pretentious now that I don’t get it.”

“I’m sorry about the jewelry by the way,” he said softly. “It was truly a dumbass thing for me to do. I should’ve known. Your love language was NEVER gifts.”

“I forgive you,” I said ashamedly. “I was such a bitch. Just because you do one spoiled thing, doesn’t make you a spoiled celebrity.”

“I would NEVER call you a bitch,” he said.

“Well, I wish I could be as good as kitten,” I said and to my utter surprise Timothée started laughing so hard he couldn’t speak.

“She likes that but I still think it’s a bit sketchy,” he admitted.

“That gives me hope,” I teased.

“Look I’m sorry, I wanna be friends with you on set. I still care about you. I still want the best for you, and yeah that overwhelmed me for a minute. Please, don’t hate me. As much as I am a big name now, I’m still flawed.”

“I lo- I forgive you,” I said, smiling into the receiver.

“Okay do normal performance Monday?”

“Absolutely.”

Flashback

“Is it weird I want babies with you?” He asked. It was a week after we’d first had sex and damn we’d fucked everyday since.

“No, because I think you’d be an amazing father.”

“Baby, I just, I just want a life with you! I never want to hurt you or-“

“Now you’re the nervous one,” I giggled.

“When we had sex,” he said darkly. “I can’t remember a time I’ve felt better. I saw it all, our marriage, our life, us holding one another in old age.”

“Timmy,” I moaned.

“Let’s go again,”he begged.

“Three times,” I cried.

“Make it four baby, please I need to show you how I can be your support, your love, your care.”

“Yes Timmy, yes,” I gasped and let him enter me again.

[theweirdestroller]

Crime Time!! Now With Actual Crime!

I have been on a roll when it comes to writing!! More criminal AU, more Bite-Sized, I'm feeling unstoppable!!

Anyyyyway, here's more of my AU of @cubbihue's AU! Hope y'all enjoy!!

Mugsy knew he couldn’t afford to house an entire other person. But Peri had nowhere to go. Mugsy wasn’t even sure the guy had any living family. He asked about it once and Peri got so miserable Mugsy was afraid to ask again.

Yeah, he’d love to keep Peri around until he could reasonably move out, but it wasn’t possible. Not unless he started making more money and fast.

The majority of his funds on any given week were typically from thievery, and Peri didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be okay with that. If Mugsy asked, if he phrased it right, maybe he could get Peri on board.

There were a couple issues that came with employing Peri as a literal partner in crime. For one, Peri wasn’t the best at walking. Mugsy had snagged a cane, not from anyone using it, no, from a store, and handed it to the guy. It took some trial and error, but Peri was getting the hang of it. He still wasn’t the most mobile person out there, but he was getting better. For two, Peri could not navigate. Dimmadelphia was a huge city, not the biggest out there, but still a bustling metropolis. One that Peri had gotten lost in twice already and they’d known each other for only a couple of days. And three, Peri really didn’t seem like the kind of person who would want to commit crimes.

Welp, Mugsy would never know if he never asked.

Peri was setting up a space on the couch so he could sleep there tonight. He had gotten the apartment tour the day prior, when the two of them arrived home from the cafe. Apparently, Peri really didn’t have a single thing on him. Not a phone or wallet, not an id. It was mildly concerning, but Mugsy let it slide, if not for anything else, than for nearly mugging the guy.

“Hey, Peri?” The purple haired man looked up, setting down the pillow he was fluffing. “Uh, you think you could help me out with stuff, moneywise? Since you’re going to be staying here,” Peri tilted his head like a confused kitten.

“Sure. But what did you have in mind?” Mugsy took a deep breath. “Oh. Please don’t make me mug people!” Peri’s voice took on a bit of a whine as he said that.

“No! No. Uh, not mugging. But, stealing in general. Expensive stuff left... Unattended. And food and stuff. Pickpocketing maybe?” Peri looked thoughtful for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

“Sure! I can do that! I think... I haven’t stolen too much before, and it was a while ago, so I might be rusty,” And what? Peri’s stolen stuff before? It was probably when he was a teenager and in a rebellious phase. But hey, at least he’s still open to it.

“Great. We can get started on that as soon as you're settled.” Peri shot Mugsy a thumbs up before returning to his work on the couch.

–

A couple hours later, Peri and Mugsy wound up inside a walmart. Peri isn’t as nervous as Mugsy thought he’d be, but he was fidgeting with his hands quite a bit. Though whether that was nerves or something else was up for debate. They needed clothes for Peri, and that was simple enough. As well as perhaps another cane, definitely a phone, and maybe one of those water flavoring drop-things. In the last 48 hours or so, Peri had only drank a coffee, and a single sip of water. He had a concerning sweet tooth, it seemed.

Mugsy had his backpack, which had plenty of space for anything Peri might want, and was leaving it with his new companion. It was very much divide and conquer, and Mugsy could only hope that Peri wouldn’t immediately screw this up.

–

As it turned out, Peri was not the one to mess things up. It was Mugsy. Apparently he looked too sketchy and acquired a stalker watching him from in between the aisles.

This is exactly how Mugsy ended up booking it out of the store with Peri draped over his shoulder. The purple haired man was struggling with the zipper of the backpack as they made their getaway.

Despite the extra weight of a whole human, Mugsy managed to escape whatever security might have been chasing them. The duo ended up in a nearby park, showing off their spoils at one of the many picnic tables in the area.

Just about every article of clothing that Peri had snatched was purple. With the exception of some pink and green accessories. The guy certainly seemed to have a theme. He had somehow found a pair of dark purple pants that he insisted were ‘aubergine.’ Mugsy did not recognize the word, so Peri must have made it up.

Mugsy’s haul was much smaller, given that he had been caught, but he did manage to get the water flavoring, which meant Peri could properly hydrate. He did not, however, get a phone. But that could wait for another day. At the moment, Mugsy was likely the only person Peri could call. He had also scored another cane, this one a purple-y color, which Peri was calling periwinkle and claiming that he loved it already. So, mission success!

The two started their way home at a leisurely pace, Peri testing out his new cane and sporting a pair of bracelets pink and green, both with crown and star charms.

[marveloustimestwo]

Hello! Congratulations on your 700 followers!! 🥳🎉💕💕💕

Could I request Bucky Barnes with The Star, The Lovers, The Tower and Strength please?

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling's loved ones?

Bucky would be pretty lenient when it comes to your loved ones. He's honestly really charming when he wants to be, though your friends have said he can look a bit cold or far off when he's not actively being talked to. Other than that, Bucky is very nice and gives absolutely no indication that what he feels for you is out of the norm.

The only reason they might have to fear him or separate you from him is because of his past, or if they try to hurt you. Of course, given he used to be an assassin for Hydra, they could very well try to urge you to date someone else for fear he might hurt you. If assuring them that he was extensively mind-controlled and not willingly doing that doesn't help, he might have to scare them away. In a situation where your loved ones aren't good people and are actively damaging your well-being in some way, Bucky isn't as forgiving. His past does come in handy when dealing with that.

The Lovers - How would this yandere deal with their darling being in a relationship with someone else?

While Bucky does love you far more than is normal, one of the main things he values above all else is your happiness. If you're in a relationship that truly seems healthy, Bucky might back off for a while, longing at a distance, and committing to being there for you if things go wrong.

However, it's when he perceives your significant other as doing something even remotely harmful to you that Bucky decides to mess with things. While relationships aren't flowers and sunshine all of the time, Bucky still doesn't let the slightest grievance slide for you, and he certainly won't leave any loose ends alone either.

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react?

Bucky spent decades being used as a highly trained assassin. He has an eye for sketchy individuals, and he will not let any of them within five feet of you. Nine times out of ten, even the slightest threat is taken care of before they can even think to hurt you.

On the off chance that something or someone does put you in danger, it is dealt with swiftly and violently. Bucky does not mess around when it comes to your well-being, so there will be no mistakes, no hesitation. He will do whatever he has to in order to assure your safety.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

It really depends on whether you're willing or not. Around you specifically, Bucky can be very loving if you're willing or stone-cold if you're not.

The only reason he'll ever force you to do anything is for your own safety, and he'll tell you as such. He won't expect you to like it, but he won't show a hint of weakness or show that he regrets it, because he honestly doesn't. He only regrets that you're not happy with the situation.

Should you be perfectly willing, then Bucky will be very affectionate around you. He adores you so, so much, and wants you to know it. He is, however, a pretty private person. While there will be a few special occasions, he's not the type to go around bragging and telling everyone about his relationship. He won't hide the fact that he loves you and that you're his partner, but he thinks that the more people that know, the more he chances the wrong people hearing, therefore risking your safety.

[jo1sstuff]

OC fanart for @azgfggf as a thanks for helping me with info about summer camps!

Tried to copy your style a bit, not sure how well I pulled it off, but I like the result regardless. It was kinda difficult to find good references (hence the lack of feet), so I'm not sure how accurate they are to what's in your head. I did have a lot of fun drawing them though. You have a more sketchy style than me, and it was fun messing with that style. You also shade differently then I do, so that was pretty fun.

Also, bonus Debbie + Romeo bc why not:

Didn't color them bc I couldn't find a color reference for Debbie's lower half. :(

Sketches below cut:

My sister helped with the right one's arms btw, I was having trouble with anatomy for some reason.

Speaking of my sister, I showed her the finished results and she said that she liked Debbie and Romeo. She liked the other two too, of course. But she specifically commented on Debbie and Romeo.

Also, sorry that I keep accidentally ghosting you. Life got busy, then I couldn't think of how to continue the conversation, and it feels kinda awkward to say something now (even if I could think of something to say) since it's been a while, even though it's probably fine. Stupid social anxiety.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

[willthespy]

How to anatomy?

okok i have been putting off replying to this because I’m shit at explaining and also mess up anatomy myself A LOT, but here’s some tips that have helped me.

Watching your surroundings/people IRL. I think this kind of requires for you to be more of a visual thinker, but this especially helps me with facial anatomy. You can also use pictures for this, in which you just… look. Looking and copying again and again really helps, but you gotta know how to look.

I think the most important things to study are the general sizes (of limbs, hands, etc.) and to play around with it a bit, which is easier if you are a digital artist. Then also the muscles and the shapes of every separate part. Also where they connect. For example where the arm connects to the torso and how that looks in different positions.

I also see a lot of people use thick lines in their first sketch, which I genuinely think doesn’t help. Loose, sketchy lines allow you to get a better feel of what you’re making and allows you to build a shape, rather than conforming to one shape at once. Sure, that’s got nothing to do with anatomy, but it helps when studying.

Art references. And also tracing and copying, but in a way that you don’t trace precisely, but check for general rules and use it to study the anatomy. Once again, sketching over instead of harsh tracing helps you understand easier and better imo. By tracing I also mostly mean the body, and I think you shouldn’t rely on it entirely, hence why it’s a study. You learn from it so you can stray away from actual references.

I also look at myself a lot. If I’m confused how an arm stretches? I’ll test it out. This adds onto the looking at others tip.

Breaking the (human) body down into simpler shapes for the sketch and working with lines to measure and guide? in a way (especially in the face area and to determine a clear middle throughout your subject’s body.

LOOKING AT ANCIENT GREEK (or inspired) STATUES. They were genius, I swear. They’ve helped me personally whenever I actually study anatomy to create more fluid and life-like poses, even if I do in fact fail to apply that to my art occasionally.

Limbs and other body parts aren’t straight, but actually more fluid, which is important to know. Of course stylization is a thing, but this fact helped me a lot. Also looking at how ‘fat’ is distributed between afab and amab people (generally) can be nice information to know, which adds to the muscle knowledge.

Practice…. so much practice….. I myself try to draw almost daily, but you also shouldn’t wear yourself out. Don’t draw if you can’t at the moment, but when you feel okay enough to do so, I do think studying helps a lot, even when you just draw a similar pose over and over again. Drawing shouldn’t be a chore, so from experience, don’t force yourself and be dumb like me and overwork the tiny artist working in your brain.

These are just a few! I might have more but I’m tired. If there’s more specific questions or more visual examples and stuff needed, I’ll definitely reply faster though… hopefully.

[doing-something-unholy]

So I recently got my first priest, but I do have some concerns about it so I thought I’d ask for advice. In hindsight, the seller I purchased the priest from might have been a bit sketchy, but at the time I missed any red flags.

My priest’s coat seems to be extremely discoloured and nothing like the typical coat pattern or any of the various morphs. I had gotten an enclosure set up beforehand and I’d set it up with plenty of enrichment (stained glass, a large ornate altar, triptychs of various saints, ETC) but it seems disinterested and doesn’t interact with anything much, sometimes even displaying stress when inside its enclosure. But most concerning to me is that it does not seem to recognise the Pope’s authority and is wildly disobedient and sinful as a result.

I must ask – was I sold a sick Catholic priest, or was I scammed and given a Protestant by the sketchy seller?

I haven’t anything set up for a Protestant nor do I have any knowledge on how to care for one. Should I try to find it a more suitable home, or is there perhaps a way for me to train a Protestant to adapt to more Catholic environments and behaviours?

Hmm. Well, a vet visit is a good idea either way. But I think you may have a Protestant. Typically even sick Catholic Priests will keep their patterns, it just gets dulled. If the coat pattern isn't anything like you'd expect then that is a red flag.

Not recognizing the Pope is probably the biggest red flag that it's not Catholic, even if it was sick or very stressed it would still do so! Especially if it was stressed, it's one of their self-soothing behaviors.

The vet will be able to tell you more, but whether or not you keep it is kinda up to you/what kind of care you can provide? Protestants aren't my area of knowledge either sorry! I have heard that they like neater environments, they tend to see the ornate altars as too busy/messy. And they DO NOT like wine like the Catholics do. Try playing some gentle Christian Rock worship music and see if it perks up, that might help tell the difference?

You might be able to get it to adapt to its environment by gradually introducing the concept of the Virgin Mary, Catholic Priests really like her icons and Protestants tend to be sympathetic to her. If it is a Protestant it will have different diet needs though, that cant really be changed.

Omg im so sorry you're in this mess tho! Not only are they scamming people but its extra irresponsible of that person to be selling Protestants as Catholics!! They have very very different needs for stuff like diet, the pastors could end up really sick </3