#i actually really like drawing them with mouths

[lay-z]

Thank you @raspberryandechinacea for putting this thought in my head. Love ya, berrybabe 🤭🩷

cw: mention of eating disorder; tummy issues (totally not projecting); established relationship; fluff — john 'soap' mactavish x gn!reader

Groaning as you roll onto your left side again, you try to ease the throbbing pain in your gut while clutching the soft koala bear-shaped heating bottle to your upper stomach—a recent gift from your boyfriend for ‘when ah’m not there ta rub yer belly’. 

You love it dearly, but it’s not enough tonight. Not after the devastating results you’ve received today. You could’ve handled some lactose intolerance, really, but being allergic to fructose? Now that’s just ridiculous.  

“Got ye somethin’,” he announces as he saunters into your shared bedroom before showing off the bowl of strawberries in your favorite little bowl; pinkish-red skin still glistening with water and neatly cut in halves. “Did ma research. They’re still safe for ye ta eat in moderation, bunny.” 

In this moment, you very well feel like crying―utterly overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions. Fear of your ED getting out of control now that you have the perfect excuse not to eat, love for the man who has been nothing but loving and supportive since you two met, helplessness and frustration that come with the pain you’re currently experiencing again. 

“You’re so sweet,” you say meekly, struggling to sit up in bed. When you let out another breathy groan, Johnny is at your side, setting the bowl down on your bedside table before helping you up by sneaking one arm around your back. “Thank you–” 

“Nah, shhh, ‘s alright, bunny.” He brushes your hair behind your ear once you’re settled, places a lingering kiss on your temple while you gaze up at him with big, wet puppy eyes. It’s always heartbreaking for him to see you in such pain. 

“I uh... I did more research and actually found sum’ safe foods f’ye ta try,” he announces eventually, standing up from the edge of the mattress. “Oh? Like... what?” you ask almost innocently, brows drawing together when he goes on to pull off his hoodie. 

“Ah, y’know–” His voice is muffled, covered by the fabric momentarily before it drops to the floor.

And you can’t help but burst out laughing as soon as he exposes his bulky torso to you; golden skin covered in tufts of coarse, dark hair on his chest while SAFE FOOD is scribbled in large, wonky letters above his pecs with red sharpie; little smiley faces drawn around his nipples.

His face beams with a wide grin as he makes his chest muscles jump. “Aye? Wanna give ‘em a lick?” That only makes you laugh harder. 

“Or–wait, wait–” He snickers, hooking a thumb into the waistband of his sweats to tug them down. “Perhaps ye’d prefer this?” 

There, around his thick happy trail, little hearts litter his skin with arrows pointing down towards his junk. He’s laughing along with you at this point, tugging his sweats down just a bit more to expose his trimmed pubes with SAFE FOOD scribbled right next to the root of his cock. 

“You’re mental!” You giggle, feet kicking under the blanket, pain nearly forgotten for a moment. “Oh, am I, aye?” 

He snorts, braces his knee on the edge of the mattress and hovers above you while you scoot onto your back again, gazing up at him while his baby blues twinkle with mischief before he pulls his bottom lip down to reveal the pinkish, glistening flesh of his mouth―and SAFE FOOD scribbled on the inside of his lip in smaller and smudged black letters. 

“Yeah,” you retort with another soft huff through your nose as you shake your head with a smile full of adoration. “Absolutely mental, MacTavish.” 

He hums deep in his chest as he crawls on top of you. “Mhm, c’mere. Lemme try to kiss it better, luv.” 

[mommy-mortis]

The sway of the willow tree

Summary: You tell Remmick you're getting married to someone else.

The cold air caressed your nipples as you bounced up and down on his lap, you were trying not to make too much noise just in case someone back home noticed you missing from your bed; they couldn't have you sneaking out at night especially on the night before your wedding.

In the eyes of your parents you had already passed good marrying age so the offer of marriage from one of the sharecroppers east of y'all seemed like a gift from god.

Sweat dripped down your chin to your neck and continued on downward; A tongue cold as lake water on a late night in November licks at the drops that fall between your breast making you shiver.

You couldn't really blame your parents, it was hard enough feeding your siblings; they shouldn't have to feed a grown women with no skills and no ambition to use them if she did.

You'd always been one to focus on the clouds in the sky or the frogs’ melodies at night, singing right back to them when a nice thick fog would cover the lake like icing on a cake; and that's how you got in the mess you're in now.

Sensing that you might not be completely where he wanted you to be, Remmick lightly scrapes at your breast with his claws. He had told you his name was Remmick when you first met, it was on a night where the fog had been it's thickest. You had snuck outside like you usually do, sitting on the edge of the lake humming songs for the frogs.

When he had first showed up covered in what looked to be blood you guessed he expected you to run, but when you hadn't he began to wash the blood off of himself in the lake right next to you. Anyone else would have run and you knew that you should, but you just figured that if he wanted to kill you there was nothing you could do about it, and you weren't going to go getting out of breath just to end up dying. If you were to die it would be here amongst the swaying willow trees.

He had started by complimenting your voice then ended talking with you for hours, until you had felt sleep overtake you. You felt bad for falling asleep on him, but he must have not felt too tight about it; you woke up on your porch and was able to sneak back in before anyone knew better, but from then on you made sure to be more careful.

It had started off as a nice enough friendship, you'd sneak out and he'd show up by the willow trees, It hadn't taken long before your friendship turned intimate. He had complimented you until your head spun and you ended up under him. He looked surprised when he found out he was your first, but you just told him “Remmick, you’re the only man I want to talk to”.

After that he seemed to become more possessive over you, becoming irritated when you wouldn't come out to see him; he would stand outside your window until you’d grow worried that someone would see him and sneak out to meet him.

Remmick was now drawing out a thin line of blood; it doesn't hurt too bad, but fuck if it snaps your attention back to him. You look down at him as you ride, the orgasm you’re chasing is almost in your reach, then he runs his tongue up and down the line he created, licking up the blood that had began to run downwards. Finally popping your nipple in his mouth giving it a nice suck. You had been on the edge before but now you were falling; feeling you clenching around him, his balls grow tight releasing in you as he urges you to continue.

Moaning out your name you watch as his eyes roll back, you watch as his tongue sticks out, you can see your blood laid on his tongue and can't help yourself from kissing him brushing your tongue against his and tasting the copper that was you.

"I love you" he says holding you tight. You grow rigid at his sudden confession; you were good friends and even though sex had been added to it you didn't think he would actually fall in love with you.

You stand up and let him fall out of you, he looks up at you confused about why you hadn’t returned his sentiments.

"Remmick, we need to talk" still confused he can't understand why all of a sudden you've gotten serious.

"I'm getting married tomorrow" his eyebrows slightly furrow he gives you a light chuckle as if you'd told him a joke he couldn't quite figure out.

"Now, just what are you saying my love?" standing up from the ground he tucks himself away.

"I'll be getting married tomorrow evening at the church up the hill" you point to a building far off into the distance but close enough not to squint.

His mouth hangs open with shock.

"I'll be marring a sharecropper east from here and leaving the same night so this will be the last night we see each other".

He looks stuck for a second trying to process what you’re saying to him, he runs his fingers over his lips "Runawaywithme" the words rush out of him so quickly you have to ask him to repeat himself.

"Let's runaway together, I'll take care of you and we can be together and get-" you stop him in his tracks, you both come from different worlds in more than one way. That was made clear by the way his eyes shined inhuman like, and you didn't care about all that; but what would the world say, what would your Mother say?

You couldn't lie you loved him too, but what about your family, the embarrassment of having their daughter disappear with some white devil on the eve of her wedding.

If it was just you, you'd run right to him, but it wasn't just your marriage you had to worry about, it was the future marriages of your siblings; things like shame were hard to wash off a name; so no you couldn't go with him.

"I wish things were different, but this is something I have to do, his name is Noah Oakley. I hear he's a good man, so don't go worrying about me too much". You turn to leave but look back at him, you couldn't just leave without telling him how you felt. You grab his hands pale as the moon and give him a kiss on the cheek, "I love you too Remmick, I think I will for a long time." Making your way back home you try to stop the tears from falling only looking back once to see him still standing there underneath the willow tree.

The wedding had been planned for the evening since it would take him some time to get to the church after working on the fields; that was fine since you still had to get up early and finish your chores too.

Your ma and pop had been so happy at the prospect of your marriage and while looking at you in your wedding dress they seem even prouder.

What you were wearing was nothing too special, just an off white dress that your mother had tailored from some nice enough scraps of fabric, but you could tell she put her all in it, and that made it the most beautiful dress ever made in your eyes. You didn't have a veil so your head was graced with beautiful white flowers made from the left over fabric. You had never felt vain a day in your life, but today you did feel beautiful.

Then the time began to pass and you felt less so.

Noah was supposed to have arrived hours ago, you knew that he lived a whiles away, but he was supposed to arrive in the afternoon and the sun was already close to setting. You didn't care if he stood you up, but the thought that he had hurt your family made you want to cry; sensing your discomfort your mother laid a hand over your shoulder. "These things happen, all we can hope is tha-" before she could finish her sentence a messenger boy ran into the church where you’d been standing for so very long to deliver a message.

Your groom had gotten into an accident, but was okay and would be on his way soon so be ready.

Your mother jumped to action discarding what she was about to say in favor of fetching the pastor who had decided to take a nap instead of 'Waiting for a groom that got cold feet'.

After getting everyone she could to come back she had you stand back at the alter, you were so nervous you kept your head down and prayed.

You prayed that Noah was as kind as they said he was, prayed that you could give him a couple of children so he wouldn't find too much fault in you, and you prayed that you could forget Remmick.

"Here's the groom, well don't just stand there come on in son" The pastors voice joyfully boomed through out the church

"I hope you don't mind I brought a friend", sounding less sure but not wanting to waste time the Pastor waved them forward. "Well...It's your wedding, I can't tell you who to invite now come on in both of you, your beautiful bride has been waiting on you."

He gave off a light chuckle "I'm sure shes been waiting a mighty long time, just not for me."

The sound of confusion rang throughout the church, and as the sound of foot steps got closer you kept your head down, just like your ma had told you until the feeling of Ice cold hands softly grasp yours "I'm sorry, I'm late" you knew that voice.

You look at the hands holding yours; they were as pale as the moon. You don't pull away but instead slowly look up; there he was dressed in what seemed to be an ill fitting suit with a blood stain hidden just behind the pockets. Behind him stands a man who you assume is Noah, he gives you a small wave when he sees you staring at him. The Pastor must have bad eyesight, you don't know how he could have missed the dried blood on Noah's collar.

"Remmick, what have you done?" your voice comes out shaker than you want it to cause you know what he’s done, just like when you had first met.

Ignoring your question he smiles, running a finger down the back of your neck "Oh, my love you look even more beautiful than when I found you underneath the willow tree" he lays his hand on your hip and you hate how natural it feels.

Your father was not amused at what he's witnessing, yelling out "What the hell is going on?" pointing to Remmick's hands on your body.

"Darlin' do you want to tell them or should I?" his smile looks malicious, was this punishment for turning down his proposition? "Tell them how you'd sneak out the house at night in nothing but cotton to meet me under the willow tree, and how we'd talk for hours then make love under the pale moon unti-"

"Remmick!" you hiss out his name placing both your hands on his mouth, you beg him to stop "It's my wedding day."

Slowly removing your hands and intertwining your fingers he nods at you, "Aye, that it is, and yer groom has come to take you away".

You're mother cries out, her words finally finding her "Did you lay with the devil?" her voice shaking harder than her hands.

Tears form in the corners of your eyes, your voice breaks unable to hide your shame "I'm sorry Mama.." you watch as she faints, your father grabbing her before she can hit the floor.

"Child, What have you done" tears fill his eyes as he turns away from you, he couldn't bear to look at you.

Waving them away "Ah well, don't mind them My love" he says smiling while turning your face towards his "All you have to worry about is being beside me for all eternity", he brings your hands to his mouth and gives them a kiss "Now my darlin’ shall we get this show on the road?"

The Pastor should have denied Remmick, refusing to go through with the unholy matrimony, never wavering in the face of evil, but instead Remmick had barely had to raise a finger before he was spewing out Ruth 1:16.

So say the bible "Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God."

The Pastor looks towards Remmick hands shaking in fear, "Will you have this woman as your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in the covenant of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto her, for the rest of your life?

Remmick looked at you like you held the moon at your finger tips "I do."

“Will you have this man as your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in the covenant of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you only unto him, for the rest of your life?”

You pause wondering how a man of god could just go along with all this. Not liking how long you were taking to respond, Remmick caresses your hands "Baby you should hurry up and answer the man, I'm getting a little hungry and I would hate to get my clothes wet with everyone’s blood".

You hear audible gasps behind you, you look Remmick deep in the eyes, eyes that tell you to choose your next words wisely cus he wasn't playing.

"I do."

You can hear the Pastor exhaling in relief "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride" not waiting for you to finish your kiss the Pastor leaves out the back door in a hurry. 'Coward' you think to yourself.

Remmick draws you in close, his lips press against yours so desperately you can barely breathe.

Stepping back to get one good look at you, he picks you up carrying you out the door; you can hear your mother's wails as Noah trails behind y'all. Noah drives y'all to the willow tree where you and Remmick first met. Remmick has Noah park the car a ways away so you can have some privacy.

Falling to your knees in front of the willow tree you let yourself cry. Remmick comes to comfort you but you brush him off. "How could you do this Remmick?" kneeling in front of you he begins to kiss the tears off your face.

"I know, I know I'm selfish" He continues to kiss you on your neck "Please forgive me baby" he lightly scrapes your breast with his teeth drawing small drips of blood to lick up. Instead of moaning his name you bite your tongue, looking away from him in indifference.

"Oh baby don't ignore me" he tries to make you look at him but you pull away, he huffs in frustration placing you on your back he hovers over you, trying to kiss as much of your skin as he can uncover.

"Darlin please" he wines while moving his hands up your dress, you can feel him removing your panties giving them a deep sniff before placing them in his pocket. You can't see very well in the dark, but can feel the length in his pants harden as he kisses you from your neck and down your body, "Baby, I had to" You still refuse to answer him.

He lifts your dress up all the way leaving you bare for all the world to see; he opens your legs and lays between your thighs giving the outside of your pussy little licks and kisses "Forgive me" he says a he spreads your lips like honey on toast. He lifts his head to apologize again, but you press his face back into your wetness, not want to hear his apologies anymore.

Not when you knew he didn't mean it. He was happy to steal you away, and he would have done it months ago if he didn't think you were leaving anytime soon. The feeling of his tongue showing devotion to your body, brings you so close you can't help the next words that escape your mouth "I hate you".

As if his tongue has been scolded he quickly removes his mouth from your cunt, moving between your thighs hurt and anger radiates off his body. "You hate me?" he says while unzipping his pants, pulling them down enough for his dick to spring out of them "Answer me" he hisses. Not waiting for a reply, he lifts your legs over his shoulder and plows into you "Huh!?" he growls moaning out your name.

"Yes I hate you" your hands twist the layers of his stolen clothing "I hate you, I hate you". It becomes harder to lie the closer you get, finally you feel yourself dangling over the edge of a cliff, truth falling from your lips; "Ah! fuck Remmick I love you, I've loved you for a long time and I'll love for a long time still." You shiver as you come all over his dick. Feeling him pulse inside you he wasn’t far behind; slamming deep inside you he buries his head in the crook of your neck as he empties his balls inside you. You expect him to bite you, but he just leaves wet kisses down your neck. "Not yet" he says sensing your anticipation.

Noah drives you both back to your home. Parking close enough, he and Remmick wait in the car. You walk in the house, taking a look around. This would be your last time here, you visit the rooms of your siblings; they had stayed back, too young to stay up. You kiss them on the top of their crowns saying goodbye, you prayed for their sakes you'd never meet again.

You gather your things; a few articles of clothing and a picture of your family, and step out the house. You find your mother and father walking back towards the house; they walk past you and you almost let them, but you can't just let go without saying goodbye. "I love you" you yell out watching as they stop in their tracks "If someone comes back with my face know that ain't your little girl anymore, don't let her in". You didn't know how Remmick's bite would change you, but you knew the last thing you wanted to do was hurt them.

Your father can't bring himself to say anything but your mother stops and turns around just staring at you griping the front of her collar "I love you" she yell back "So im’ma tell you to be happy, never come back home... but please be happy".

You nod and turn away making your way back to the car. You see Remmick smiling at you; you don't look back, you can't, but instead whisper under your breath.

"Do not urge me to leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God my God."

[amalgamationillustration]

Alright Ghost Fan Artists, this is for you. Seeing as we have a papa with a real human face and not a silicone one I have to talk about this, if you're trying to capture his likeness and finding something isn't looking right like I was, here's a psychotically detailed tour of his face and the parts I think are worth noting when it comes to drawing his beautiful visage.

Tobias Forge has a really interesting nose, he has what's known as a bifid nasal tip, or a cleft nose tip, it's a rare thing that occurs early in fetal development where the tip of the nose segments into two, it's similar to a cleft chin, but for the nose. A butt nose, if you will, and I mean that affectionately.

Here's some examples of a few different noses with a bifid nasal tip

You'll notice them by the distinctive line or cleft down the center.

Sometimes they'll be more of a pronounced ala (the edges of the nose where it meets the cheek).

In some pictures of Tobias it's more subtle

But in others it's more obvious, it seems to change depending on the lighting and probably some other unknown factors

But importantly for all you fan artists out there, the Papa V paint seems to really highlight this center line

This kind of nose is really interesting and kind of rare so I wanna see that shit represented! Draw me that little cleft line, show me that little cute butt nose!!

So, connecting from the bifid nasal tip to the mouth is his philtrum, which is noteworthy because it's fairly broad, giving him a wide Cupid's bow

But his makeup is painted in a way that exaggerates the points upward and inward, this isn't vital when drawing him as Perpetua but can help if you draw the face and then the paint!

Now he has a specific set of things going on with his teeth, and I'm going to address the 'imperfections' with them, but please don't mistake that for me saying they're bad or need fixing. As long as they aren't causing him any trouble, there's nothing wrong with them. However as someone who's had orthodontic work done as an adult, I am really interested in the myriad of ways our teeth can come through and the causes for that. I'm not suggesting he needs to change them and in fact I think they have a lot of character and are also very fun to draw, and though no one is under any requirement to, I urge you to practice imperfect teeth, they're very common and add a lot to a portrait and character design and generally are fun and pleasant and full of personality.

So onto the teeth, the most notable ones right away are his bottom incisors, as he has some notable crowding

You'll notice his central indoors are mostly central/straight but his lateral incisors either side are sat further back, this creates what I've decided to call a bunny teeth look. As at a glance it can appear as though only the front incisors are there like a rabbit. This happens when theres not enough space for the teeth coming through, this can happen when either the jawbone is not wide or long enough or the teeth themselves are too wide to sit side by side, or a combo of all three. I also had some crowding on the bottom row as this is where it's most common, the teeth don't have the room required and they either crowd like this where they move to accommodate (sometimes it's symmetrical like in tf case where the same teeth on each side move the same way) or they can flare outward (more common with the top, I had this pretty badly, called an overjet, which is different to an overbite) or they sometimes teeth need to be extracted or occasionally theres orthodontic or surgical intervention to widen or lengthen the jaw or sometimes the sides of the teeth are sanded down to allow them to fit more flush with each other (it sounds shit, I've had it done, it's actually fine, just feels weird).

Another thing to note is that because the lateral incisors have moved behind the central ones, the canines on the bottom have slightly rotated outward and his bottom left incisor (out right in this case) is tilting inward. This is most obvious in the Lachryma music video where he seems to have some sort of wash over them to make them stand out.

You can basically only see his central incisors and his tilted canines here.

Now his top teeth are less distinctive but do have something everyone has noticed: vampire fangs

He does have a similar crowding with his incisors as on the bottom but much more subtle, very similar to what I had actually.

However, his canines are what steal the show here. They've got a two fold thing happening, so one is that they're slightly rotated, so they're sticking out more rather than laying flush with the others, and it's making the point seem more curved and pronounced as it's creating a visible gap between its inner edge and the lateral incisors. Here's an example of something similar pre and post orthadontic work, to show you how they move

Additional, his canines also appear to have erupted a little higher than the rest, so they'd normally share the same gumline as the rest of the teeth, but in some of us they erupt a bit higher up, which can often also push them out. So we have rotated, high and projected canines which gives him a really distinctive fang that means he's never gonna beat the V in Papa V stands for Vampire allegations and I love that for him.

This kind of formation also happens due to crowding, where his lateral incisors on the bottom sunk in behind his central incisors, his upper canines protruded out. This is again due to a slightly narrow palate, which is also seen in the fact that he has a very slightly recessed jaw, though he also has a prominent chin so it balances out and makes it hard to notice unless you're a little tooth freak like me. I also have a narrow palate and a more recessed jaw and chin than he does so I'm primed to see one of my own. You'll notice when he smiles with teeth but without opening his mouth, you'll rarely if ever see much of his bottom teeth, and it is normal for the bottom teeth to not be perfectly in line with the top, as they always sit behind the top unless you have an underbite, the layout of his teeth make it so that you only really see his bottom teeth when he's opening his mouth more fully, which is why they're seen more often in Copia due to the extent of motion required to open the latex mask mouth.

Now, I'm not gonna gate keep art, you can draw TF or Perpetua however you'd like in whatever style you'd like, but if like me, you're interested in likenesses and capturing them and like me, have found it really hard to capture his likeness and weren't sure what was missing, maybe this unnecessarily detailed guided tour of his face will help you, and even if it doesn't, you might have just learnt some fun facts about noses and mouths and orthodontics!

[hornymotionalcookie]

WIP Whenever

Thanks fer the tag, @glittercake.

Bucky finally got his shit together enough to stick his hand out, "I'm Bucky. And you are – besides impressive, that is?"

"Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Sam." He both beamed over the compliment while his full cheeks appled. Bucky was failing to not think of all the manner of ways he wanted Sam flushed and noisy beneath him, above him, beside him. He just wanted. Bucky used the grip of Sam's calloused yet softened skin to ground himself again, holding onto it as he held eye contact with Sam.

"And I'm – gonna go... Somewhere. Else?"

"Yeah, see ya." Bucky tossed in the direction of the voice, not sure who it belonged to distracted as he was. The fading laughter did break through his haze but was ignored in favor of propositioning Sam: "You must've worked up a mighty thirst with that win, Sam." Yeah. Mine. "Care to join me at the refreshments?" He asked of Sam, the thumb of his hand still clasping Sam's, brushing delicately over the pulse point. Sam inhaled subtly, the quickening of his pulse clocked by Bucky before he slid his hand away, heading towards the drinks setup.

They cut through the throng of bodies single-filed with Sam taking the lead, giving Bucky the chance to watch Sam's purposeful gait. Sam cast a playful look over his shoulder at Bucky before bending over to snag a drink out of the deep cooler. It didn't seem like an accident that Sam's shirt just happened to ride up while doing so. Nor did it seem like much of an accident when Sam's pants fell a tad when he squatted before another cooler when he came up empty handed with the first.

"You want?" Sam mouthed at him from the cooler, waving his cold can. Bucky nodded, not particularly thirsty but not above watching Sam's hunched form. Sam smirked over at him knowingly, somehow deepening his squat and the pull of his pants over his ample ass. Bucky quietly eyed Sam from his position against the wall, drawing a mental map of places he'd like to mark on Sam's back given the chance.

A successful Sam strided over, handing Bucky an opened can before baring his throat as he took a few long pulls from his. Thirst quenched, while only ratcheting Bucky's up, Sam mirrored Bucky's stance against the wall.

"If I knew I'd get to meet you at one of Steve's parties, I'd have left my hermit hole at the shop long ago." Bucky blurted to Sam, aware it was a total line, but unable to help the truthful outburst. He took a sip of the cool drink in his hand to both cool his heating face as well as keep the word vomit at bay. He pulls a few slow sips before sitting it on the shelf next to them.

Sam smiled that sweet smile from earlier again, shy from the pickup line but loving it all the same. A guy as gorgeous as him had to be used to compliments. If not, Bucky had a secondary goal to get Sam as accustomed to hearing them as often as he could before the night's end.

"Shop? You work at the parlor with Steve?"

"Yeah. I'm actually kind of his partner, more on the silent side. I do a lot of digging into local talents online and traveling artists. Speaking of..." Bucky motioned towards Sam's back, "Noticed your ink while you were outlasting the fellas outside. Was it a local artist? We're always on the lookout to host those with great skill. Whoever chose the color palette for your work has an excellent eye."

Sam's smile was a little sad this time, "Thanks. It was a guy back home, Riley." Bucky nodded, not missing the past tense or the reverence in the mentioned name.

"Riley really had a great eye for detail, too. The feather tips are awesome." Sam's smile brightened, nodding at the compliment and tickled by Bucky's busting himself out.

"Just how good a look did you get when you were spotting me?"

"Uh... Well, a good spotter should notice even the smallest hint of distress in the body, wherever it may appear. I was just trying to be diligent."

Sam threw his head back and cackled, the force of it pushing him forward, chest meeting Bucky's. Bucky easily caught him, hand dropping down to Sam's waist, steadying him. His thumb burned at the contact it made with Sam's skin, itching to trace over it all, wanting to feel that burn over the rest of his hand, his tongue, his teeth.

Sam's fading laughter vibrated through Bucky's chest, neither moving to put space between them again. Sam's right hand came up to rest at Bucky's shoulder, tapping the button of his folded up sleeve with the tip of his fingernail. He glided light as a feather across it, leaving trails of gooseflesh in its wake. Bucky wasn't hyperventilating per se, but one could make an argument for it. Bucky's face drained of color as his blood rushed to the head below his shoulders. Sam at a distance was gorgeous – up close like this, head tilted as he studied Bucky, he was literally breathtaking.

"D'you wanna see it?" It could be a multitude of things, all garnering an immediate yes in Bucky's mind. But Sam brought him back to the topic at hand, "My tat?" Oh yeah, they were talking about tattoos. How long ago was that again?

"Yeah, I'd love to."

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[cheralith]

Hi hope you're having a good day/evening, please ignore me if l'm making you uncomfortable or annoying you.

Hear me out karasu and his cannibal reader cuddling, when reader just bites his arm.

Anyways once again have a good day/evening :)

🍡 anon

— labitulate.

feat. karasu tabito | wc: 1.3k cw : gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, cannibal!au, cannibal!reader, lots of biting but no explicit cannibalism, fluff a/n : AHHH I FOUND IT !!! my darling 🍡 anon im sorry to keep you waiting for the reply, tumblrs been weird lately with asks that when i drafted your ask i couldn't find it in my drafts for the longest time (￣﹏￣；) !! the joy i felt when it miraculously appeared again! i was thinking about this prompt a lot so im more than happy that you somehow read my mind and sent this in, thank u! — an all-consuming desire masterlist.

"Ouch."

A bored tone of phrase, one that doesn't seem to actually exhibit an alert of pain drawls from the man tucked beside you.

Teeth go to slowly unhook themselves from a sunkisssed limb carefully, an imprined arch of post-anchored marks, bits of saliva pooled within the divots.

"Sorry," you murmur, pulling your mouth away from Karasu's arm where you've left a rather deep mark of yourself on it, marks that look a little darker than usual.

Karasu knew he should've pulled his arm away from you when he felt your warm breath on his skin, his hairs standing up from the sudden rush of heat compared to the coolness of his living room, where you and him lay on the couch, watching a simple children's movie to ease you down from the day's events. But he didn't.

He hasn't really been pulling you away from you, lately.

If anything, he's been drawing himself more towards you. Out of his own will, out of temptation—Karasu had yet to decide the manner (or let alone acknowledge it. All he knew was that he was drawn to you in some strange fashion he'd never felt before).

He blames it on the fact that you were a strange subject. An entity he hadn't fully deciphered the workings of yet. This outlier of a cannibal that rarely consumed flesh and bone, yet somehow whose withdrawals from it made them even stronger than those who were completely consumed by it.

"Odd," he had told you to your cowering face when you first showed him your capabilities, sallowed face all bloodied and mangled with the spare thigh he had purchased from Reo for his other patients clutched in your shaking hands (hands that seemed like they wanted to let go of it, as though it were painful to hold).

Karasu had never been too keen with compliments, as what he meant to say was, "extraordinary."

To take you under his wing for more research and specialized attention was one thing. To invite you, a cannibal whose full strengths and abilities he had yet to uncover, to his abode to act out plays of domesticity was another.

He had convinced himself that giving you back slices of normalcy was a part of his research. "Cook non-human human-like meat with subject to examine salivation volumes," one page read. But nowhere in his procedures did it ever say, "have a movie night with subject cuddled under a warm fleece blanket" anywhere.

Well, some things just have to be played by ear, Karasu supposes.

Karasu peeks over your shoulder to examine the arm that holds you to his chest, still not formally moving it away from you. It's neatly deep—aligned into place without recklessness. He's sure if he hadn't said anything despite the sinking, searing pain of your teeth slowly embedding themselves, you would've broken skin and drew blood.

"Did I hurt you...?" you ask, turning towards him with those large eyes that always seemed to be slightly scared since the day Hiori brought you to him.

"No," he lies casually whilst ignoring the mild burning ache of the bite. It felt more like an itch he couldn't scratch now if anything; he pinpoints it to the heightened pain tolerance that's developed since the years of building the underground clinic.

You mumble, toying with the spare edges of the blanket. "You sure?"

Karasu shakes his head, eyes going back to the TV so you wouldn't catch him looking at the marks. "If yer hungry, there's still popcorn on the table."

You thin your lips. "I don't want popcorn anymore."

"So go fix yerself up somethin' in the kitchen."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then don't use me as a chew toy," Karasu mutters without any actual hostility. He says it more like a tease and less like a complaint.

You frown. Karasu can see it from his peripheral vision. "I'm not."

"You are."

"No, I'm not," you argue back loosely, securing his arm back over your chest like a strap buckle before he can try to pull away (as though he was going to in the first place. He's learned to grow akin to the warmth you provide for him).

"Then why'd ya bite me?" he provokes.

"..."

You stay quiet for a while, your brows knitting as you try to focus on the images of the TV.

You're too hardheaded to actually admit it—but Karasu knew the answer.

Familiarity.

The incomplete motion of biting skin, attempting to replicate the wholeness of what you did that turned you into a cannibal to ease the urge somewhat. Though you could never properly satiate it, you did what you could and merely did a loose replication instead to temporarily calm the waters. Sharp teeth would go deep enough just to sting the nerves, but not enough to let the red rise.

Always biting, never breaking.

"I was bored," you lamely excuse.

Karasu scoffs, biting back a chuckle at your childish response with his bitten arm securing your shoulder. "Yeah, okay."

"I was," you insist.

His legs tangle with yours underneath the covers. "Never said ya weren't."

"You implied it."

"How so?"

"Your tone," you mutter. just jutting your lip out in response to his quick wit.

"My tone," he repeats with a thread of mockery, one you catch but don't say anything to draw to its attention. "Okay."

You abruptly turn towards him with that mild frustrated pinched on your face, one that he returns with a trying smirk. He sets the bitten arm on the back of the couch. "There it is again. That tone."

You're more human nowadays. Less like a shaking deer like the times you had an outburst and evacuated to the safety of the room, where Karasu, with a fresh bruise or cut of sorts made by yours truly, attempted to coax you out.

Your replies are more lengthy and woven in with who you once were prior to your attack, before you wilted and became nothing more than an empty vessel. The brief answers of "yes" and "no" were now replaced with your actual and true articulation of your opinions, threaded with thoughts. You seem brighter too, cheeks less hollow and skin more saturated.

This is what he wanted: to see you back to yourself. Not quite back to being human, but back to who you were... are.

Maybe this is why he let you into his apartment, why he let you have a spare key to it. Why he refers you by your first name instead of just your surname or patient number. To see who you were as a person and not a client of his.

Hiori warned him that it might not be the most responsible way of doing things. Karasu knew that—but still. Cannibals weren't the only ones with compulsory urges.

He lifts his grin. "What tone d'you keep talkin' about? I'm talkin' normally."

"You—!" you fidget in place, trying to find the words before you huff and flop back down. "Never mind. Whatever."

He lets out another brief laugh at your antics, his arm going back to the original position to secure you back to him.

The night goes on by, so does the movie. Karasu feels your hand toying with his own, his index finger sticking up on a will that's not his own, with a warm air then encompassing around it just before terse nips gently prick his skin again.

You nibble on his index for a while, still staring at the TV with Karasu's finger between your teeth, before you move onto graze his middle.

He watches you for a bit, then stays quiet again, choosing to put up with your nibbling.

You shouldn't be here, really. To have one of his patients have their back on his chest, his chin nestled on their shoulder with the lights dimmed and a blanket covering the two of you in his apartment is unheard of and extremely unprofessional (even if his own practice wasn't the most adequate clinic in comparison to some).

But you are. At least, the majority of you is. Karasu thinks there's still some leftover pieces he has yet to collect and piece back together to see you whole again.

For now, however, this will do.

[pankowcrumbs]

Can I ask for Joseph Quinn x reader where they're in relationship and he sees her naked for first time and notice she has a lot of different scars. He's worried but won't ask because he doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable. It keeps bugging him a lot. Next time he sees her naked she has new scar and he breaks, and asks what's going on and if he can help her. He's crying, begging her nor to hurt herself. She laughs and explains she's just very clumsy and it's nothing serious.

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Joseph Quinn Masterlist

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It happened the first night I stayed over properly not just falling asleep during a film and waking up bleary-eyed on his sofa but really staying. Toothbrush in the bathroom. Clothes in a drawer. The first-night-of-the-rest-of-things kind of stay.

We were tangled in his sheets, skin still warm, and his fingers were drawing slow, lazy circles on my hip. His breath tickled my neck. The room smelled like candle wax and clean linen, and it was quiet, the kind of quiet that only exists when you’re somewhere safe.

But I felt him stiffen ever so slightly.

His hand had stilled.

I turned my head, found him frowning at my shoulder.

“What?” I asked softly.

He blinked, like I’d caught him somewhere far away.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, pressing a kiss just beneath my jaw. “Just… thinking.”

I knew better than to push. Joe didn’t keep things from me often, but when he did, it was never unkind. Just protective. Careful.

I nestled back into him and pretended not to notice the way his fingers now avoided certain parts of my body.

It wasn’t that I didn’t notice them. Of course I did. They were mine, after all.

A curved line down my shin from tripping on a glass coffee table in uni. A thin slash on my arm from helping my dad fix a fence and slipping on a rusty nail. A collection of faint marks on my elbows and knees from childhood tumbles. Nothing deep. Nothing intentional. Just life.

But still, I knew how they looked. Unfamiliar to someone like Joe who, despite his rugged charm and outdoorsy upbringing, seemed almost untouched. His skin was smooth and sun-kissed, speckled with freckles rather than reminders.

I didn’t think much of it, not at first.

But he did.

The second time it happened, we were in the middle of changing to go out for dinner. I’d peeled off my jumper and jeans, standing in just my knickers and bra, rifling through his wardrobe for something to pinch because he had a surplus of soft jumpers that felt like hugs.

I heard him suck in a breath behind me.

I turned.

“What?”

His eyes were fixed on my thigh.

I looked down, realising the fresh scrape hadn’t quite healed yet. I’d banged into the open dishwasher door a few days ago classic me.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low. “That’s new.”

I opened my mouth to speak but hesitated. His expression wasn’t just curious.

He looked heartbroken.

“Joe”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “If you’re hurting, if you’re going through something… you don’t have to hide it. I can help. I want to help.”

He was crying.

Actual tears welling up in those beautiful eyes of his, lashes damp, voice shaking.

“Joe…” I stepped toward him, completely thrown.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a few feet like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’ve seen the others too the old ones. I didn’t want to ask, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. But this one’s new. And it’s been eating me alive thinking you might be hurting yourself and I’m just lying next to you like it’s fine like I don’t care, and I do, I care so bloody much and I just” His voice cracked. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

I stood in stunned silence for a second.

And then

I laughed.

Not cruelly. Not dismissively.

Just a startled, bubbling laugh that escaped before I could help it.

His face fell. “You think this is funny?”

“No,” I said quickly, wiping at my eyes. “God, no. I’m not laughing at you. I just Joe I’m not self-harming. I’m just… clumsy.”

He stared at me, blinking.

“What?”

I stepped closer, gently taking his hands in mine.

“I walked into the dishwasher, babe.”

He looked down at our joined hands, his thumb brushing over a tiny scar on my knuckle.

“And the others?”

“Fence post. Uni party mishap. Tripping over a dog. Slipped on wet tiles. Honestly, it’s like a comedy reel half the time. I’m a danger to myself, but not like that.”

He let out a breath half relief, half exasperation.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

I squeezed his hands.

“Because they don’t mean anything to me. They’re just little things. I didn’t know you’d noticed, let alone that it was worrying you.”

“I’ve been going mad,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to ask in case I upset you. But every time I saw one, I imagined the worst.”

“Oh, love…”

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, and he held me like someone who thought he’d almost lost something precious.

“I would never hide something like that from you,” I said against his chest. “And I’m sorry you thought I might.”

He sniffed. “Don’t be. I’m just… glad I was wrong.”

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face in both hands, searching my expression.

“You’re really okay?”

“I swear.”

“And the dishwasher?”

“Ruthless.”

That earned a watery laugh from him.

“I’ll have a word with it later.”

I grinned, leaning in to kiss him slow and reassuring.

His lips lingered on mine before he pulled back just far enough to say, “Next time you injure yourself by being an adorable idiot, can you just give me a heads-up?”

“I promise.”

He brushed a tear from my cheek that wasn’t even mine and kissed my forehead.

“I hate that I assumed the worst.”

I shook my head. “It means you care. But maybe next time, ask instead of bottling it up and crying in your hallway?”

He let out a breath. “Deal.”

[maxdibert]

I have a hypothetical question, that likely would never happen, but I can't stop thinking about it... Let's say that somehow the maradeurs' bullying got exposed (like outside the school, in the press for example) and it became a scandal involving Hogwarts, because parents are now worried about their children's safety, blaming the school administration for neglect.

What do you think would be the maradeurs' reaction? I know they pride themselves in "being loyal", about "being willing to die for their friends"... But they can also be very self-serving. So I wonder if they would begin blaming each other to save themselves. Peter would definitely be the first one to do so, and that could be the beginning of their falling out, causing the others to start pointing fingers.

Well, for that to happen, Hogwarts as an institution would first need to care about what happens to its students and clearly, they don’t give a damn, because they constantly expose them to life-threatening dangers and frankly irresponsible adults. Sure, they draw the line at murder, but everything else? They couldn’t care less.

Now, if they were to implement anti-bullying measures just because some parents got scared, would they actually do it if the perpetrators were rich kids from influential families? Walburga would never allow her son to be expelled, especially not for doing something that in her family isn’t even considered a problem. She would think it’s perfectly normal for Sirius to believe some people are beneath him and to pick on them because that is LITERALLY what he’s been taught at home. In fact, I think she’d even be proud of him.

And James’ parents? They were busy indulging their little darling in everything. They strike me as those kinds of parents whose precious boy gets accused of raping a classmate and still defend him to the death. They’d definitely ask what those other kids did to provoke their sweet boy, or what they were wearing lol. Total textbook victim-blamers who can’t face the fact that they raised a monster. So Sirius and James no need to confess because their parents are with them.

Remus would be scared shitless, because imagine. I think that’s when he’d really start regretting getting involved with those people, because he doesn’t have a powerful last name to back him up, or rich parents, and on top of that he has a very specific condition. He wouldn’t say anything out of fear that James and Sirius would rat him out, so he’d keep his mouth shut like a corpse.

Peter would talk. Peter wants to survive and knows he has no other choice. He knows that if he confesses, nothing much will happen to him because he was never the instigator or an active participant. Peter would make sure his story leaves no doubt that James and Sirius are a threat to the school and must be expelled, just to make sure they don’t come after him. Or maybe he’d join some stronger guys before turning them in. But Peter would definitely sing like a canary and honestly, I don’t blame him. That’s just pure self-preservation.

[spamlets]

iterators with mouths (but really it’s only 2)

[lyxchen]

Okay so I said I was drawing a sangihun kiss and that I would hopefully finish and post it tonight. Well I didn't finish it and I also got distracted and started drawing another sangihun thing and I love the sketch so much that as an apology y'all are getting that now. But hey, I said I was gonna post a sangihun kiss tonight and technically I kinda did <3

Anyways, here it is:

Also the legs and feet at the bottom left are part of what I originally wanted to finish tonight :>

[whatudottu]

That moment when your combined power of dyslexia and Engrish lead you to love! Or well technically they both went in blind dating so they already had some expectation to fall for each other lmao-!

This is inspired by the time I kept saying lenopan instead of loboan for my oc to which I just ended up making him a lenopan loboan hybrid, these just so happen to be his parents :P

they're not currently important enough to have a name but a very far future sequel below let me introduce to you the lead singer of Thing/s Jed recounting this tale to keyboardist manic pixie nightmare sparkle dog cat girl citrakayah Rixie who's thinking that Jed is a puppy made of sludge-

[ohitslen]

They would be so insufferable once they got together I’m telling you right now

Request by @molten-rainbows!💖✨✨

Uni-fying the requests because.

[billythephoneguy]

🥺

[jerrythebug]

My fave Booster look so far was when Superman died (I know, it wasn't a good time for him since he also lost his future suit and Ted was in a coma). He should wear crop tops all the time 🔥🥵

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I think I need that "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months! I was then shot fifty-seven times." Audio again

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: A drawing of two SeaWing dragons from Wings of Fire facing each other. Tsunami has her back to the viewer and is smirking with her ear tipped forward. She has mostly medium blue scales with dark blue along her spine and snout. Some of her aqua blue bioluminescent face scalers are lit up. She is smirking at Whirpool who floats in front of her. He looks stunned by the audacity of what she is saying in aquatic. His green-yellow scales are lighter on his belly and darker on his back. He has large ears for a SeaWing, which are adorned with several large hooped earrings each. Over his left eye, he has a small golden monocle which is suspended in place by a fine metal chain attached to one earring and one eye brow ring. Between them, in glowing and floating letters, it spells 'Squidface'/ End.]

The scene that made me laugh is when Tsunami learns how to speak Aquatic and the very first thing she learns how to do is basically swear. Headcannon that squidface is the SeaWing swear that functionally means dickhead. Which I think fits Whirlpool well. I tried to make him as oily as possible. His ears normally droop under the weight of all the hoops. But he's so surprised that they're sticking up quite a bit. He also has some big ears for a SeaWing. All the better to put more hoops in. I may do a bit of a redesign at some point and give him gages because that would be sweet.

Love Tsunami. Next up is a scene that made me cry.

[laugtherhyena]

Doodle him up