#i finally put some ink lines on these i feel amazing

[esteemed-excellency]

old sketchdump, including one very tiny hiram

bonus: hiram and morgan's first meeting in 1865

[abbyssgf]

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’

• concept: you go to one of your friends party with your bestfriend, Sevika. You didn't tell her but you have a feelings for her but who knows what could happen during the party? (modern au)

• words: around 3,5k (i got a little carried away)

• warnings: nsfw, sevika eats reader out, soft dom!sevika and sub!reader, alcohol, cigarettes, sevika call' reader pet names; "baby", "darling", "sweetheart", etc. yeah I think that's all

• author note: it's my first published fanfic and I hope you'll like it guys especially sevika lovers (love ya guys) I had so much fun writing it and have fun reading this fanfic!😜💕 (also english is not my first language so if i've made some mistakes then i'm sorry!!)

You were getting ready for Ran's party, from around 4.p.m to 5.p.m. You did yourself makeup, did your hair and chose your perfect outfit for a party; white top and black skirt (with small pants underneath for safety). Actually was an a 5:30.p.m and you heard your phone got a text, you reached up for your phone and saw a test from your bestfriend, sevika, a message

"hang up, darlin', I'm in front of your apartment"

You smiled reading this. You and sevika were besfriends, nothing more…at least that was the thought you've tried to believe. You've always had a crush on sevika, her muscles, her perfect lips, her brown eyes, her dark hair and just her…she is perfect. But you didn't want to make things between you two uncomfortable so you didn't tell sev that you like her, more than just a friend.

Finally you take your purse and pack things in it such as your phone, charger, tissues, tampons (for an emergency), your lipstick and some chewing gums. You put your purse on your shoulder, you put your shoes on, take the keys from your apartment and leave your house locking your doors behind you.

The first thing you saw was sevika's car in front of your house, waiting for you. You smiled under your breath when you saw sevika next to her car, sevika's car was mixed up with black and purple color. She smiled at you when you came closer to her.

"you look amazing" sevika said to you and slight blush came at your cheeks and you hope that sevika didn't notice this, 'cause it would be awkward because she is your friend

"Thanks, vika, you look great too" you replied to her with a gentle smile on your face.

Sevika's hair was arranged on gel, she had lines made with black ink, and was wearing a black shirt without sleeves that emphasized her arm muscles and black elegant pants, you could feel how riled up you started to be only by looking at sevika in this outfit which only make her sexier, you cleared your throat "lets go, we don't want to be late don't we?" you said to sevika.

she smiled at you nodding her head, she opened the passenger door to you. you said a little 'thanks' and you got into a car a few seconds later sevika got into her driver seat, closing the door behind her and she started to drive towards Ran's house. a silence was between two so you decided to ask sev if you could put some music on so the drive wouldn't be so silent between two but of course you know that you or sevika don't mind the silence cause it was comfortable in some way.

you connected your phone to sevika's car and opened spotify

"hey, I'm gonna play the new song of Billie Eilish, 'kay?" you said to sevika and she nodded focused on the road. you open the song named 'guess' from billie eilish and charli xcx the song filled the car with lyrics and you listened to it singing softly words under your breath meanwhile sevika listened to the words and smirked while listening to your voice.

after a while you saw familiar home of your friend and soon sevika parked in front of the house of Ran, you both got out of the car and sevika gave you a small smile "ready to go?" she asked you and you smiled wilde "yeah, lets have some fucking fun" and with that you caught sevika's hand and you dragged her with you to Ran's house and a small blush on sevika's checks passed unnoticed by you.

you and sevika entered the house and you were immediately greeted by loud music coming probably from the living room, the kitchen, which was visible from the entrance to the house, had a lot of food on the table, from healthy things to sweet and salty snacks and alcohol. well the party was just starting, but you could already feel the adrenaline in your body and excitement filled your body, you said hello to some of your friends and sevika also greeted her friends.

you go to the kitchen, grab a glass and you poured yourself some alcohol that was within your reach, few moments later sevika stand next to you and do the same, the alcohol immediately appeared in your body and you breathed a sigh of relief as you felt your body relax under the influence of the drink. sevika looked at herself from the corner of her eye, looking at you and she made a mental note to check on you later from time to time 'cause she was concerned that you'll drink a lot of more than you usually do (you never didn't drink more than usual but she was still concerned about you).

between those two hours you drink more alcohol but not that many that you wouldn't recognize where you are and sevika comes to your side from time to time to check how you are feeling. Actually you were chatting with one of your friend, Olivia talking about everything that crossed your mind, laughing with her and you two were sitting on the couch. While chatting you noticed that sevika went out to the terrace, probably to smoke a cigarette. lately you didn't talk with her so you decided to go after her.

"sorry, im gonna talk to sevika. i'll be right back, okay?" you said to Olivia and she just nodded. you got up from the couch and you headed to the terrace after sevika. since it was autumn, cold weather hit you when you stopped at the terrace and you stood next to sevika smiling gently "you're having fun?" you asked her looking at her, sevika raised her eyebrow and huffed "aren't you cold?" she asked looking at your outfit up and down. you shrugged "i'll be fine, I will back to the house in a moment" you replied looking at sevika when she lighted her cigarette and she put it to her lips and she wrapped her muscular hand around your waist, pulling you close to her to keep you warm, at least for a moment

your check went slightly pink because of the cold but also because of the feeling sevika arm around you and her hand on your waist. "yeah" sevika murmured her response to your question then she pulled out of her lips the cigarette rolling her head to sideways and she blew smoke from her mouth while she do it your gaze slipped softly do sevika's lips and your mind started to wondering how her lips would feel against yours you didn't know but sevika's thoughts where exactly the same she was wondering god knows how long how your lips would feel against her, how soft would be your neck while she would prepare it with her kisses. without even noticing you came closer to sevika maybe you did it because you weren't thinking while looking at her lips or the alcohol you drank added your body some confidence to do what you wanted for a long time.

"you have a beautiful lips" you murmured under your breath, sevika's eyes widened slightly and she felt her heart beat faster for a moment, quickly she smirked and looked at you "oh yeah?" she answered cocky and the smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils "you know your lips are pretty too, they look really kissable" she said and you giggled "you wanna find out is that true?" you asked and when sevika heard those words she dropped her cigarette, you didn't even have a moment to react and her lips where already on your while she pressed her body against your, her hand tightened on your waist even more and her second hand embraced the back of your neck missing you softly.

you grinned when she started kissing you and you replied with the same gentle kiss, sevika kissed you like she was exploring softly new territory, excited and happiness filled your body just like hers. you wrapped your arms gently around sevika's neck bringing her closer to you. now you could respond to your question, her lips against your feels…amazing and you wish you could kiss those lips every day until you'll die.

sevika slowly moved away and her gaze immediately went to your eyes and she smiled, letting out a breath as the tension disappeared from her body as she did what she had wanted for a long time as she approached you; to kiss your lips "I like the taste of yours lips on mine" she said softly and you giggled "yeah, I can say that about yours too". for a moment you two were silent, just looking at each other's eyes.

sevika looked around and kissed the corner of your lips "you want to get to a warmer place, darlin'?" she asked and you nodded immediately answering "god, yes let's get out of here". The two of you grabbed your own hands together and returned to Ran's house to go upstairs. music was playing in the background and you could hear other people talking and laughing but you couldn't even care while sevika's hand were around yours and you two were going upstairs.

you entered the first room you found and sevika closed the door behind you two. your eyes met and sevika wrapped her arms around your waist bringing you again closer to her. you could feel that your heart was buzzing with excitement. sevika smiled looking at you and her thumb crossed a gentle circles on your waist. you leaned closer to her and you closed your lips in kiss this time it wasn't as soft as the first time, now it was more confident.

sevika's tongue brushed against your lower lip as if asking for access to your mouth, you let sevika's tongue slipped into your mouth and she started exploring your soft lips. at the feeling you let a soft quiet moan and you felt how sevika's hand tighten on your waist when she heard it.

unfortunately sevika pulled away and looked into your eyes "wait" she said and took a deep breath before she started speaking "before we will continue…this. I want to know if you really want this, sweetheart, If not I won't do anything without your permiss-" you cut her speaking with a kiss on her mouth. sevika raised her eyebrows "did you just kiss me to shut me up?" she asked and you shrugged "no?" you said with a smirk on your face. sevika huffed and rolled her eyes playfully

"sevy" you started with one of her nicknames you often used "I drank alcohol but i'm not that drunk to not have control over my body, yes i want to do it and I want you to continue this" while you were speaking sevika listen you carefully. she smiled and leaned to you "good, 'cause I want you to remember I'm gonna do to you right now" she whispered to your ear with her sultry voice and your body shivered.

she pulled you into a kiss, her lips where donating over yours and she started to tugging you into a bad which was at the end of the room. after a moment you felt a soft mattress under you and you could felt sevika's smile on your lips. you wrapped your arms around her neck while kissing her teasing the taste of her mouth. the heat between you two started to be more intense and overwhelming

"vika, I-…I want you" you whimpered into her lips and you could hear a soft little moan that escape sevika's lips. "I know, baby, I want you too" she murmured into your lips and she moved away just enough to look at you. both of you were looking into each other's eyes.

sevika's rough, sultry, hoarse voice filled the room when she started to speak looking straight into your eyes "I want to taste you, darlin'" she murmured and you smiled. with a smile on your face you started to take off your white top while keeping eye contact with sevika all the time. sevika growled when she saw that you do it really slowly just to tease her, she put her hands on yours and helps you to take faster your top off of you, her gaze leaned on your white bra with a bow between your tits and her lips stretched into a smirk

"you like it, huh?" you asked in a testing voice "you don't even know how much, baby" she murmured. she leaned closer to your neck and started to shower it firstly with soft kisses but the longer she was kissing you the passionately her kisses were getting. you moaned and placed your hand on her back. you could feel how sevika's hand on the back of your bra was unbuttoning it, easily taking it off of you and she threw your bra somewhere behind you two, she didn't even care where it would fall.

one of her large hand cupped your breast and you moaned feeling the heat that was between you two. you slipped your hands underneath sevika's shirt and tugged at it "sevika, take if off" you whimpered to her "no way in hell that you're undressing me and you'll stay in your clothes" sevika chuckled at your words, she kissed you on your lips and her hand squeezed your breast before she moved away and with a quick move she took off her shirt with a smirk on her lips clearly knowing you wanted to see her naked as much as she wanted to see you naked and beneath her.

"Whatever you say, baby" she said with a smile on her face and you could see a twinkle in her eye with excitement.

you rolled your eyes playfully seeing her that smirk and you grabbed her by her shoulders and you attracted her to another sloppy, passionate kiss. it wasn't that long until sevika started to kiss your neck again, then your shoulders, she went even lower having her head now between your breasts she she moved her head towards the right side and she filled your nipple with her lips sucking on it while her hand trapped your left breast and squeezed it and you let out a moan at the movement's

you felt how sevika bite your breast not enough to hurt you but enough to feel it, then with a crack she left her lips from your nipple and started to kiss your body lower, lower and lower showing to every centimeter of your body her love to you and how much. she worshiped you. you could feel how your core started to clench around nothing and pulsing turned on by sevika's movement. you couldn't wait when sevika would wrap her lips around your pussy and eat you out.

"sev" you moaned and you moved your hips frustrated and horny "please" you whimpered to her and you heard sevika's lower chuckle. "please what, baby? use words from the pretty mouth of you" she said smiling waiting for you to say what she really wanted to hear. "I need you, I need you sevika…please, sevy" you said to her and she smiled at your words "good" she murmured and she slipped her hands to your skirt and started to remove it off of you "legs up, darling" she said to you and you do it. With a quick move she removed it from you and threw it away.

sevika's gaze leaned on your light underwear and saw a small patch of your visible arousal, she smiled and the view and chuckled "damn, girl, you are already wet" she teased you and you moaned feeling a shiver that comes down to your core "shut up, sev, don't tease me" you whimpered to her. right now at this moment the only thing you wanted and needed is sevika between your legs.

sevika smiled and she slid off the bed only to kneel between your spread legs, she couldn't just wait to lay down her mouth on your clit but you have to wait just a little longer. she wrapped her muscular arms around your thighs and she pulled you closer to her and thanks to it sevika's head was between your inner thighs and you could even feel her breath on your skin.

"sevika" you moaned and slipped your hand to her black hair and she purred in approval at the move "hm?" she murmured looking up to you and your eyes looked down. god damn, sevika looked so hot between your legs you could come just by looking at her between your legs in front of your wet clint.

"…please" you whimpered and both of you couldn't wait any longer. sevika slid one of her hand under the waistband of your underwear and took off your underwear after a while. now while you were laying in front of her, naked, she'd felt a shiver down her spine as a wave of excitement, arousal and desire flooded her body.

"im gonna take care of you now, okay baby?" sevika said to you and without waiting for you response she leaned closer to your pussy and she covered your pussy with her lips. you moaned and the new feeling of sevika's lips on your pussy, it felt so good that the only thing your mind could think and focus is sevika between your legs and her mouth on your pussy.

At first, her sucking and licking was slow, as if she was enjoying her favorite dessert but when she felt how you tugged her by her hair as a quiet 'faster' she smirked and murmured between her licks "you want faster, baby, yeah?" you only could moan at her words and push her face further into your pussy

sevika moaned too and she didn't hesitate to go faster. her tongue rode between your folds then her mouth sucked your package. she was fully enjoying herself just by teasing you. you could feel how your orgasm started to come and you moaned "sevika…sevika, i'm close" you said to her and you only felt how her tongue started to work even faster sending a whole new heat towards your body.

to add more pleasure for you, sevika placed her thumb on your clit and started circling it. you moaned at the feeling and your thighs started to tremble a little showing that you are getting closer to orgasm, sevika notice's it and smiled murmured into your clit without stopping her movements "c'mon, sweetheart, come for me" she murmured and only a few moment's It was enough for you to come with a moan, barely able to keep from closing your legs around Sevika's face.

you groaned, rolling your eyes back as you laid your head on the mattress as you recovered from your orgasm trying to steady your breath. sevika smiled looking up at you observing how your body reacted after she brought you pleasure. she got up from her knees and leaned over until she was above you, with a smile on her face she leaned and kissed you on your lips and you could tease the feeling of your pleasure.

"you're the prettiest mess, baby" sevika whispered to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled softly at her words and sighed after the orgasm. but then you tense up a little remembering that…both of you haven't told each other anything yet whether you are friends or... maybe something more, but after all of this you could sense that sevika wanted you as much as you wanted her.

"…sevika" you stated, sevika hearing you didn't call her by one of her nicknames that you gave her she frowned a little and became more serious "yeah, baby?" she asked so easily using one of the pet names she knew you loved.

"what...what are we?" you asked her. you were thinking that she would tense like you but no, she only smiled even more and chuckled slightly "you know what we are you just want to hear it" she said to you and leaned closer to you. her gaze slipped down to your lips and then to your eyes "I love you" she said with a gentle look at her eyes and you could feel happiness on your chest. "i love you too, sevy" you replied to her and kissed her gently on her lips "…so we're girlfriends?" you whispered and sevika nodded with a big, delicate smile on her face "yeah. you're my girlfriend, baby" she said to you and she captured your lips in a kiss to seal her words.

[luveline]

For the blurbs, could you do something fluffy and sweet with Sirius? Maybe something involving the chillier weather now? I’m obsessed with the way you write him <3

ty for requesting lovely <3

"Sweetheart," Sirius says. It doesn't surprise you that he's talking to Remus rather than you, handing over a cup of hot chocolate from his tray. "Darling," he continues, passing a second to Marlene. "Gorgeous," —and finally your boyfriend addresses you— "watch the sides, my lovely, it's hot." 

You'd guessed it would be, but his warning warms your heart nonetheless. "Thank you," you say, imbuing your word with as much softness as they allow. 

Sirius isn't easily flustered but you've been practising. He sits down beside you with his own hot chocolate and takes a quick sip, his cheeks tinged a rosy hue. Call it revenge, teasing, mostly affection, it's nice to get him back. He hasn't noticed what you're doing yet, but it won't be long. You're laying it on thick. 

You've gathered outside to cheer James on. It's one of the last rugby games of the season, and he plays exceptionally well, a blur of lean muscle and ink-black curls where he stretches between halves. 

"He's bulking up, isn't he?" Marlene asks, impressed. 

"He's fucking ridiculous," Remus says. "I'm sick of making him fried eggs. That's all I do. Remus, will you make me an egg, please? No one makes them like you do, I'll love you forever." He groans. "Between that and his grass stains, I'm genuinely his husband." 

"You're a handsome couple," Sirius says. 

You lean into his side gently. "Not as handsome as us," you murmur. You give him a wide-eyed, innocent look, your smile small but effective. 

His heart visibly melts. "No one's as handsome as us," he says, nudging you with his elbow. "Are you warm enough?" 

"My nose is cold." 

He brings his hand up to feel for himself with the back of a knuckle, wincing at what he finds. "You're like ice," he laments, pulling the scarf from around his neck. 

"Oh, Siri–" He wraps it around you. "Don't." 

He grins at you as he covers the bottom half of your face with his scarf, soft wool kissing your nose. Your breath warms your nose. "How will I drink my hot chocolate?" you ask. 

"I'll pull the scarf down, you can take a quick sip, and then I'll pull it back up," he suggests. "Or I'll drink it for you." 

You drop your face into his shoulder. It's admittedly extremely cold out for late October, almost a January chill, but you try not to complain. After all, James is running about in his uniform looking chipper. Someone throws him a ball and he jumps to catch it like a show off. 

"That's so unnecessary," Sirius says, his hair tickling your forehead as he leans his head atop yours. 

"He's amazing, surviving the cold weather like this." You find Sirius' hand tucked in his pocket and cover it with yours, your palm to the back of his, rubbing a tender little line into his thumb. 

"Are you okay?" he asks softly. 

"Why wouldn't I be okay, sweetheart?" 

Sirius coughs. "No reason. Still cold?" 

"A little. Can you warm me up, please?" 

You've mastered the art of softness at this point, just a pinch of pathetic. It actually, secretly, feels very nice to speak to him like this, and to ask for a soft touch in return, knowing he'll give it to you. He puts his hot chocolate on the bench and wraps you up, pulling you into his side. He has ample room to run some warmth into your arm, the heat of the friction slowly seeping through your sleeves. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, hushed, for your ears alone. "We can go if it's too cold, James will understand."

You feel bad for messing with him now, but part of you admits that it wasn't messing at all. "Just love you, Sirius. I don't need to go anywhere." 

"Oh. Alright." He sounds a tad breathless. "I love you, too." 

"I know. I'm very, very lucky." 

He pinches your side for that one. "Stop it." 

[svltzmans]

ink - f. g.

tattoo artist! fiona gallagher x fem! reader

a/n: its almost 5am and i can't stop thinking about this so i'm making y'all think with me

warnings: nsfw content (18+), a tattoo gun is used in an... interesting way 😭, degradation/dumbification if you squint

fiona's hands are steady as she adds line by line to y/n's thigh piece.

ever since fiona had started tattooing, she had begged her girlfriend to let her practice on her.

it wasn't that y/n didn't trust fiona, she just didn't have any ideas for a new tattoo.

that was, until, she had said "a dragon on my thigh or some shit" as a joke when fiona had asked.

fiona actually designed a thigh tattoo for y/n, an artfully decorated dragon that y/n had quickly fallen in love with.

and so, y/n finally agreed to sit in fiona's tattoo chair.

y/n had gotten a few tattoos previously, and knew she had to be prepared for a bit of pain.

fiona was surprisingly gentle, and her work was going smoothly. y/n was relaxed in the chair, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

everything was going swimmingly until fiona neared y/n's inner thigh with the tattoo gun.

y/n quickly noticed that the vibration of the tattoo gun so close to her core was beyond pleasurable, and it was starting to get difficult to sit still.

she bit her tongue and gripped the seat below her, basking in the feeling.

fiona quickly took notice.

"does it hurt, baby? you're sitting so well for me though," fiona quips, still focused on her work.

"little bit," y/n responds, still trying to keep her composure. it's almost embarrassing that a tattoo gun lightly brushing her entirely clothed pussy felt this good.

part of it is how she feels looking at fiona, she thinks.

something about fiona's newfound tattooing passion was beyond sexy to y/n, and seeing her so focused on her thigh was doing things to her that she could never have imagined.

eventually, y/n feels her legs start to shake and her hips involuntarily jerk upward. she's struggling to contain herself, supressing whimpers.

"gotta sit still, baby girl, almost done with this piece."

fiona calling y/n names wasn't helping her case, and she was dangerously close.

eventually, her efforts to hold back weren't helping anymore.

"fi-fiona," y/n stutters, feeling her orgasm looming over her.

"what's going on? are you okay? want me to stop?" fiona is initially concerned, worrying that her girlfriend is in pain.

"n-no, no don't stop," y/n shamelessly moans at that point, throwing her head back.

fiona looks up in confusion, before a look of realization falls over her face.

"oh, i see what this is. you like how this feels on your pussy huh? feels good?" fiona says cockily.

"god, i uh- yes. i um, i'm close," y/n responds, almost feeling embarrassed by her pleasure.

"this is all it takes for you to cum, huh baby? might have to tattoo you more often then," fiona teases, her eyes still stuck on y/n's fresh ink.

y/n doesn't hold back any more noise, finally letting fiona hear and see how she's feeling.

"fiona i, i think i need to cum."

"oh do you? better stay still, i'm not done yet," fiona continues to tantilize y/n, a sultry sound accompanying each word out of her mouth.

y/n feels her orgasm crashing over her, forcing herself to keep still.

her nails dig into fiona's tattoo chair, her lip being bitten hard enough to break skin.

"kinda pathetic that you came from that, don't you think? didn't even have to take your pants off, gorgeous."

"i, i couldn't help it, fi. the tattoo looks amazing, by the way," y/n responds, finally seeing her almost finished piece of body art.

fiona simply laughs, putting finishing touches on y/n's skin.

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~ [+18] 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚠 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @jadedrrose asked: Congrats on 5.5k Sashi!! Can I request “Shivers through my spine when you whisper into my ear” with Law x fem reader? Thank you!! <3 ➜ thank you love!! hope you like what I wrote for you 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. mdni. sex in a tent. thigh fucking. fingering. romantic. sexy ass Law whispering you as he fucks you. ✦ wc: 1k ✦ masterlist

I have you, and you and only you. Into my arms, I have you trapped. Whispering I speak of lust, while I make you mine. oh, so mine.

Hiking has left you exhausted, but to see the sunset at the top of the world next to him was worth it. Law, who you didn’t thought could have been such an expert in camping showed you otherwise, and in just a moment he put up a big fire.

The sky tints in as many orange and lilac shades existing. Your skins bathed by the golden hour and his arms surrounds your back in loving and protecting embrace.

“It was an amazing idea, Law” you murmur, mesmerized by the beauty of the cosmic dance that precedes the night.

Law sighs in peace; after all he is now calm; “We needed some time for us, (Name)-ya”

As the sun goes finally down, hiding on its deathbed, the sound of his breathing mixes with the crackling noises of the bonfire that promises to keep you warm all night. It is, certainly, beautiful, and simple; enjoying nature and his hug can’t compare to anything else in this life.

Kisses and strong hugs come before dinner. Dinner, that you prepared with so much love in little, tiny polar bear, bento boxes.

“Onigiri, without umeboshi for my sweet love” you chime, passing the box to him.

Law smiles with his eyes, though his lips are always pressed into a fine line. Is not that he is not happy; it is just how he is.

“Thanks~” he grabs it with inked fingers that you love.

And both chat about stuff you can’t even remember; the flames that reflect on his golden eyes are enough beauty for you to be absolutely distracted. And, don’t get him wrong, it is for Law the same way.

A yawn or two coming from you alert the surgeon. “Are you tired? Let’s go to sleep” he proposes standing up and lending you his hand.

You smile. You are tired, but you don’t want this day to be over. Not yet… just, not yet.

Law helps you stand up and both get into the tent. Is not super spacious, but it is big enough to fit both of you comfortably. The many comforters make the hard floor underneath to feel like a cloud. It is perfect for sleeping… but maybe for so much more.

You take the first layer of clothing. Since spring is here, the weather isn’t as cold as before. Wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, you snuggle into your side of the “bed”.

The doctor, however, takes his time to be as unconsciously sexy as possible. He unzips his blue windbreakers and takes it out, perfectly folding it and leaving it to the side. You, giggle, since your clothes are now laying on who knows where inside that tent crunched into a ball.

Law’s arms, exposed since he is wearing a white tank top, show the hearts tattooed near his shoulders. Slightly muscular, the caramel skin makes you smirk. How hot he is, and how unbothered he seems…

Then, his spotted jeans. You act all sleepy, but with just one eye open you take a sweet look at your lover’s body dressed in just white shirt and heart pattern boxers.

You scoff, trying to keep it silent. It’s too cute to see a man covered in tattoos and piercings wearing such cute boxers.

“What?” he asks, getting into “bed” next to you. “Nothing, nothing. Cute ~” you giggle, turning around. Now your back faces him as you get ready to sleep.

Law, with blushed cheeks, stays for a few seconds staring at your nape in silence. And then passes one of his arms over your waist to hug you in a big spoon way.

You smile, his warmth is always so welcomed. Your skin is always so needy for his, and this alone can be considered heaven.

“What’s so funny, hm?” he asks, whispering right into your ear as he nuzzles into your hair.

“N- nothing… your- your boxers” you joke, enjoying his presence behind you. Feeling how he comes so close to you, pressing his own body against yours.

“Do you think they are funny, (Name)-ya? Hm? Should I take them off so that you stop laughing? Or should I make you stop laughing in any other way?” Law questions, passing his palm through your belly, down towards your core.

The way his soft, low voice sounds right in your ear, so whispery… it makes you tremble, it makes shivers run through your spine.

You take a side look at his lips from the side. So tasty they look, you want to bite them.

The tip of your tongue peaks shily through your lips, expecting your lover to trap it. But Law wants to go painfully slow tonight, to torture in the best way he knows how to… step by step, to make you beg, to make you plead for his body.

Just the tip of his tongue reaches yours, so delicately pulling backwards almost immediately. It forms a little string of saliva in between you two, and the warmth of his and yours breaths caresses your neck and shoulder.

His inked fingers search for your heat, scrutinizing the soft and hot skin as they go down. When they found your labia, they simply stay there, simply tapping over them so slowly.

You moan and arch your back a little bit. Your body, unconsciously, searches for more. And it makes Law laugh so sexily.

“Hhm… what is it? You like this, (Name)-ya? You want more?” he whispers, making you nod in response.

You move your ass side to side, grazing his growing hardness that feels so big and yet doesn’t seem to get desperate until you have summit yourself into it first.

“Oh my, so desperate… and you were laughing a second ago… you want this?” he asks, finally dipping his fingertips into your pooling wetness. He plays with your arousal, knowing exactly where your clit is, and still acting as if you didn’t deserve it to be touched.

Your pelvis moves so that his fingers can finally touch your special spot, while your hand traps his, so it doesn’t move an inch from your sex. “Touch me, don’t make me wait no more…”

You rip yet another laughter from him. And it’s rare, but it’s always during these situations where he does it the most. And Lord, nothing sounds better than his whispery giggles.

“Desperate, (Name)-ya. You are desperate. You are such a sweet slut for me ~” he purrs, biting your shoulder while finally penetrating you with one and then two fingers.

Beckoning motions have you mercilessly falling into his hands, turning you into a total slave of his desires. Your moans are louder, and they mix with the sounds of the mountain outside. Where you can only hear crickets, frogs, and wind now the melody is complete with the symphony of your whines.

Law’s free hand reaches for your breast, squeezing and pumping. It accompanies the way his fingers do magic with your sex. His lips that barely graze your skin open, as he himself gropes against your ass in search for some relief.

“I want your cock in between my thighs…” you barely manage to ask. “Ugh- yes” he finally says, giving up control to let the warmth inside of your legs to receive his sex.

You trap his shaft so close to your sex with your legs, allowing enough space for him to move back and forth. It sprouts transparent arousal that wets your skin and mix with your already dripping ones. And it’s such a mess, and his whispery moans sound so good.  

“Fuck me…” “Lift your leg, let me fuck you...”

[walli3darl1ng]

Can you imagine the casts reactions to a human (gender neutral) reader whos covered in tattoos? Like, theyre totally used to people being gray, yellow, pink, etc but theyve never seen anyone with such vibrant, intricate patterns on their skin (who dont have fur or feathers)! I imagine them all assuming for a long time that its completely normal and natural for humans, until the reader says something like “oh yeah, this one really hurt to get, but it was worth it!” And everyone is bewildered. (This is moreso like a “group reaction” thing but you can make it one on one with any characters you want!)

( I really like this idea! I would like to think the crew would like just think you are the embodiment of a coloring book XD enjoy!)

For as long as you can remember you’ve always been with the neighborhood of small alive and moving puppets. Now for how you got here you have no clue. No complaints from you that’s for sure, you felt like home here. More so then in your own world.

Everyone sees you as an equal unique and special in your own way and that for once feels so good. Despite being covered mostly neck to toe in tattoos.

Everyone didn’t think nothing of it. They all thought that’s how all humans come as, kinda like a birth mark. All different but would be born with it.

You were helping Howdy put up some things on the self as Wally come trotting in and greeting you two. “Howdy, neighbor! Howdy, Howdy,” he laughs. “Ha. Ha. Ha. I said Howdy twice.”

You laugh and waves at Wally. Seeing Julie and sally walking over as well. “Hi guys! How’s it going?”

“Hi, (Y/n)! You helping Howdy?”

“Yup we just finished for the day.” Howdy smiles as you sit down and stretch, your tattoos are kinda hard to hide so they are always on full display and everyone is so mesmerized by it. All the different colors and lines, dark spots and shapes. Really cool.

“(Y/n) I’m always amazed at your marking, they just look so cool!” Sally gushes as she runs her finger along the lines of your arm as you smile at her.

“Awe, really? Thank you, I really like them too,” you show one that’s in your wrist. “This one was a little hard to do, it was difficult to get the lines straight.”

You point on another that’s on your shoulder. “This one I would say took the longest in doing, a lot of shading but this one,” you show another one that’s closer to your knee not noticing the confusion the puppets are giving you. “This one was the worse! I was in so much pain when I was getting it done but gosh was it worth it, look at it, it looks so dope.”

Finally you glance to your friends and stop when you see them give you worried and scared expressions. “Uh…what’s wrong? Did I say something..”

“They…hurt? How?”

“Because they’re tattoos..? It’s ink that gets stabbed into my skin..?” You were as lost as them right now. You genuinely thought they knew that you weren’t born with all this.

“What!”

You flinch back at the outburst and give a nervous chuckle.

“Wait, you get stabbed with ink?! Why would you do that?”

“Who gets stabbed with ink?”

You look over to see Frank, Eddie and Barnaby walking toward you and Julie jumps to tell them the news.

“(Y/n)’s marking are stabbed into them with ink to make their marking!”

You try to calm everyone down, now finding this all funny in someways even cute that they’re concerned about how you got your ‘markings’. “Okay guys, it’s okay, not all of them hurt, just some.”

“Are you sure? Do they hurt now?” Howdy asks, holding Wally from getting an apple.

“No I’m fine, they don’t hurt at all.”

“Well that’s good then.” Frank responds getting distracted by a butterfly tattoo you have on your other arm.

You notice Julie still looking at you with worry and you sigh. She can be so worrisome sometimes. You reach into your bag and pull out some washable markers and hand them to her.

“Wanna color some in?” You ask her with a smile which only grows when you see her light up and take the markers and jumps around you, seeing which one she wants to color first.

“Oh! Oh! Can I color some too?!” Sally chimes in and takes a marker when you nod your head.

Soon you realized the mistake you made when they all decided to color in your tattoos and Wally being the artist he is wanted to draw some new ones on spot where you didn’t have any. This lasted all day.

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En fin! This one was short I know. Do you guys have tattoos? I want one so bad I’ve only ever done stick n pokes :)

[blairaptor]

What art supplies do you use for coloring in your sketchbook? It looks amazing

Hey there! Thanks so much! Sorry if this feels like a trick, but I actually just draw lines/inks in my sketchbook and then I add color in Photoshop. I'll do a little explanation of how I add color though in case anyone finds it helpful!

Details and pics under the cut!

First I take a photo of the sketch:

This one was done in 2023 so he's in pencil, but so far in 2024 all my sketchbook drawings have been with a ballpoint pen. Anyway I adjust the contrast how I like and sometimes I nudge things around if they were asymmetrical or if the head was too big, for example. In this image if you look closely at his neck you can see a "seam" where I had used the lasso tool to make an adjustment.

Then I add a bit of warm tone and cream background to everything:

Then I do the the colors on a "multiply" layer that's on top of the lines. I end up with this:

I could definitely stop here if I wanted to, but I like to do an "overpaint" layer on top of everything where I paint with a simple circle brush to bring out some details:

So in the final version you can see that I cleaned up his eyes and put the little sparkle of life in there, and I painted the shine on his armor. I also outlined his jaw so the contour wouldn't get lost against the neck of his black. On this drawing in particular I was really happy with the tiny highlights on his brow, nose, and the corner of his mouth. I thought it did a lot to put more life in the sketch!

Years ago most of the art I posted was sketchbook drawings with color added digitally. I had really missed doing that so I'm glad I'm back to it and that people seem to enjoy it. I think having the texture of the traditional materials is really appealing.

Thanks so much again for your ask!

[hswriting]

The Moment I Knew - Part 7 🚦

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Masterlist Series Part 6 Part 8

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After some time, Millie and Harry take the next step in their relationship together

Content Warning: SMUT, hair pulling (gently), fingering, pet names (princess), oral (f receiving), p in v sex), but the night does not end the way they planned.

Also if you’re interested in being on the tag list, message me!

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I’m at Harry’s house and he is letting me make dinner tonight. I’m making homemade noodles for broccoli chicken alfredo. I’m also making the sauce instead of using the jar kind from the store.

Harry walks out from the bathroom after his shower and comes to the kitchen. He sits at the table.

“That smells amazing.” He says as the sauce is cooking.

“Thank you.” I reply. I turn the heat off and put everything together. Noodles, sauce, chicken, broccoli, stir together. I dish out two servings and place them at the table. I pour two glasses of red wine and set everything up. I sit across from Harry at the table and we begin to eat.

We both finish up quickly. Harry stands and picks up my plate and takes it to the sink.

“I could have did those babe!” I tell him and he turns around to smile at me.

“You worked so hard on dinner. I can do the washing up.”

“I know you can, but I am capable too. Now move over.” I demand and bump his hips with mine. He stumbles for a step but regains his balance. His hands find my hips and he pulls me closer by my belt loops. He places a kiss on my lips. The fireworks from his kisses haven’t faded, and I hope they never do. I love kissing him. I love him.

He picks me up and sits me on the countertop as he kisses me. His kisses trail down my jaw and to my neck. He must have figured out that is my favorite place to be kissed, because he does it all the time. It makes me feel breathless in the best way. His hands wander from my hips to my back, up to my shoulders and finds my hair. He gives it a gentle tug to get to more of my neck, sending a feeling straight to my core. Harry’s hands move from my hair and down to the hem of my shirt. He slides his hands under it and it sends goosebumps across my skin. He gently slides his hands up my body and my shirt follows. He gently peels it off of me, leaving me in only my purple lace bra.

Harry gives me a good long look before he continues his endless attack of kisses. They trail down from my neck onto the parts of my breasts not covered by my bra. My heart is beating out of my chest.

“Har.” I lightly moan, which only encourages him to kiss down to my stomach. I guide him back up to my lips and grab at his shirt to take it off. There is a slight hesitation from Harry, but he does let me take it off of him. I see his chest that is almost fully covered in ink. I don’t think I have ever seen Harry without a shirt before. He is stunning. My fingers delicately trace the shapes and lines on his chest.

Harry gently puts me back on the floor and unbuttons my pants.

“Is this okay?” He asks. I nod. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes. Please.” I say, not hiding how desperately I have been wanting this. He slides my jeans down my legs to reveal my matching purple lace underwear.

Harry takes a minute to look me over.

“You’re so beautiful baby. God, look at you. You’re amazing.” He tells me and I feel heat rise to my face. He picks me up again, but instead of putting me on the counter, he carries me to his bedroom. He lays me on the bed and begins kissing me again. He starts on my lips, moves to my jaw and down my body again. He reaches my thighs and another breathy moan escapes me. His hands roam my body as well and goosebumps lay in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful Millie.” He tells me again. He comes up and gives me another kiss on the lips. My hands reach to find his pajama bottoms and untie the strings. He stands up and slips them off, leaving him in only his boxers. “Can I touch you?” He asks. I nod again.

“Baby.” He says, “please?”

“Yes.” I tell him, remembering his want for me to be verbal. His hands slide down my body and find my thighs. He spreads my legs apart and his hands trace down the lace and to my most sensitive area.

“Fuck.” I moan. “Har please.”

I feel him pull my underwear to the side and his fingers draw circles on my clit.

“Is this what you want baby? You want me to touch you like this?”

“Yes Har.” I moan again. His fingers continue masterfully. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

His fingers slow to a stop, and I whimper at the loss of contact. He starts kissing my thighs again.

“Harry please.” I beg him.

“Patience, princess.” He tells me and the name only makes me want him more. His kisses trail my body and meet back at my thighs. Harry then takes me by surprise when I feel his tongue begin to lick me. My back arches off the bed with pleasure.

I can’t help but move around because he is making me feel so good. Harry’s hand quickly find my hips and hold them to the bed, minimizing the squirming.

I feel that coiling feeling in my stomach, and I think Harry can tell. He quickens his pace. He then takes a finger and slides it in, quickly pumping and curling his finger inside me.

“Please.” I beg him. He doesn’t let up and I come undone on his mouth and fingers. Harry isn’t shy about licking up every last drop of me. He removes his mouth and then his finger. He brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean as well.

“That was so good har.” I tell him and he smiles.

“Do you want to go any farther with this, or is this all you want to do?”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused. Harry reaches into his bedside stand and pulls out a foil wrapper. A condom. “Oh. Yeah of course.” I say, feeling stupid that I didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” He says. He climbs off of the bed and slides his boxers off to show his length. He rips opens the wrapper and slides the condom on himself and I can’t help but stare at him. I’ve never seen this man without a shirt, but now he’s in front of me, no clothes, wanting me.

He climbs back onto the bed and above me. He kisses me again and again. A moan escapes my throat.

“Are you sure you want to do this? There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m sure Har. I promise.” I reassure him.

“Okay.” He says and then holds himself. He guides himself to my entrance and he teases for a minute, slightly entering and then pulling out. It makes me moan.

“Har please. Quit teasing me.” I say, desperate to continue.

“Why? You’re making such beautiful sounds, princess.” He tells me. As I am about to say my comeback, he presses in just a little farther. It drives me crazy. No words come from my mouth except his name. He fully sheaths himself into me and he lets out heavy, breathy moan. “You feel so good baby.”

He starts slow, and gradually begins to pick up the pace. He kisses my neck again. That familiar coil begins to wind again in my stomach. Harry’s pace is faster. My nails leave scratches down his back.

Harry stands on his knees, still inside me. He grabs my hips and begins again. Harder. Faster.

“Fuck Millie, you feel so good.” He praises. “I’m so close.”

He keeps going, moans spilling from both of our mouths. His movements get sloppy, and then he slows. He slowly pulls out of me, and slips the condom off. He ties it and throws it away as I continue to lay on the bed. He comes back and sits down beside me.

“You okay?” He asks me.

“Yeah. I’m great. You?” I ask in return. He nods.

“I’m good.” He tells me. “Do you want to shower?”

“Yes please.” I say as I sit up.

“Can I join you?” He asks and I’m a bit surprised. He has never wanted to shower together. Plus he showered earlier.

“Of course.” I tell him. He places a kiss on my cheek before standing. He holds out his hand and helps me off of the bed. He takes the sheets off of the bed and puts them in the hamper. We then head to the bathroom. He turns on the water and adjusts the temperature as I grab towels and washcloths. We hop in the shower and I wet my hair. Harry grabs the shampoo I have been leaving here and puts some into his hands. He gently massages it into my hair and scalp. He takes one of the wash cloths and puts my body wash on it. He takes it over every inch of my body. I rinse quickly so he can have some hot water and I step out.

I grab one of the towels that was set out. I dry off and make my way to the bedroom. I pick out a shirt and some pajama bottoms. I get dressed and find his spare bed sheets. I make the bed up nice and lay down.

Buzz buzz buzz

It’s Harry’s phone on the night stand.

“Har you’re getting a phone call!” I shout.

“Answer it for me!” He shouts back. I pick up the phone.

“Hello?” I say.

“Who’s this?” A female voice says.

“This is Millie. Who are you?”

“My name is Kate. I thought this was Harry’s number?”

“It is. He’s just busy right now. Do you want me to tell him something for you?”

“Yes please. Just tell him that I wanted to say thank you for the good night the other night. Also tell him to text me back please.” She says and my chest fills with anxiety.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll let him know.”

“Thank you so much. Have a good night Millie.”

“You too Kate.” I tell her and hang up. I can’t help but sit in silence as the shock passes through me. Who is Kate? What was he doing with her the other night? The texts?

I know I shouldn’t, but the anxiety is overwhelming.

I open his messages app and find her number. She isn’t saved in his phone.

I hope you had a blast like I did. I think we should catch up again sometime. I missed talking to you like that Harry.

Good morning Harry

H?

Maybe my anxiety is getting the best of me. Or maybe I’m seeing what is right here in front of me.

Harry met up with another girl named Kate. They knew each other apparently. She missed talking to him.

I feel tears well in my eyes. Not again. Damn it. Not again.

Harry walks into the bedroom with a fresh set of pajama bottoms on and a t shirt.

“Millie? What’s wrong?” He says as he looks at me from across the room.

“Who is Kate? And she says thanks for the good night the other night. She also wants you to text her back. She misses talking to you.” I tell him, trying not to let my voice crack.

I can see a look wash over Harry. He looks nervous and upset. “I know how this all sounds Millie. Just hear me out okay?” He tells me. I nod.

“Okay. I’m listening.” I tell him and he sits down beside me on the bed.

“Kate is my ex girlfriend. We haven’t talked since we broke up. She came into the animal shelter the other day and was adopting a cat. She stayed and talked. After my shift she invited me to dinner.”

“You went to dinner with your ex? The same ex who burned your journal? The same ex who cheated on you?” I asked.

“I know how bad this sounds and I’m sorry. I should have told her no I-“

“Know how bad it sounds? You lied about it. You told me you were going to stay home that night. You know-“ I start to cry. My voice cracks. “Why would you lie to me?”

“I had planned to stay home that night, but she invited me to dinner. She wanted to apologize to me for everything. She just wanted to catch up. I’m sorry Millie.” He says. He tries to hold my hand but I pull it away.

“You lied to me. You know the worst part Harry? It’s not even that you talked to her. I just wish you didn’t lie. You helped pick me up after what Kellen did to me. He snuck around. He lied. I trusted you!” I cry at him, my thoughts scrambled.

“Millie we didn’t do anything. It was just dinner. I was going to tell you about it I just haven’t had the chance-“

“No. You broke my trust Harry. You not only lied but you hid it from me. It would have been fine. I just wanted to be respected enough as your girlfriend to be told. You didn’t tell me.”

“Millie I-“

“You know how bad this hurts! You’ve been through this before. Fuck Harry, I’ve been through this before. You were there for me through that. And you go and do the same thing.”

“I should have told you immediately. I’m sorry. I know how bad this hurts. I’m so sorry.” He says, a tear slipping down his face.

“I want to go home.” I tell him. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Please take me home.”

“Millie.” He says desperately.

“I’m sorry Har. Just please take me home.”

“Okay.” He says defeated. I slide in my shoes and go out to the car. Harry meets me out there, but I have let myself in the car. I don’t need him to open the door for me.

The car ride is silent. No music. No talking. Just the sound of the wheels on the road. Pain radiates through me, pulsing through my veins. I can’t help the tears spilling down my cheeks. They burn like fire as they fall down to my chin and eventually off of my face. It’s been two months. Two very good, very wonderful months. Two months that I wish were how the rest of my life is going to feel. Leave it to me to get my hopes up again.

I can see tears slipping down Harry’s cheeks as he drives. Part of me wants to immediately forgive him so I can crawl into his arms and be held, but another part of me never wants to trust him again. I felt safe. I felt secure. I felt the happiest I had in my entire life. Dating him, meeting his family, game nights at Jason’s house, watching movies, painting together, and writing songs together. I really enjoyed getting to be a part of his music. I had gotten the hang of song writing. He wanted me to try a duet with him soon. It will never be the same. How did I get here again? How can all of that be ruined?

We are pulling into my driveway. I go to reach for the handle of the car door when Harry grabs my hand.

“Please don’t let this be the end of us. It was a stupid mistake to lie about it. To hide it. I don’t want to lose you.” He begs.

“I need some time to think about everything Harry. I need some space.” I say. I pull my hand from him and exit the car. I walk up the sidewalk and to my front door. He waits there until I unlock the door and walk in. He drives away. I go to my room and open my drawer. I retrieve the journal he got me and open to the next empty page. I write. I write. And I write.

By the time I’m done putting my feelings into paragraphs, songs, and poems my hand is cramping. It’s getting close to midnight. I put my journal away and crawl into bed.

The next day I wake up, but can’t muster up the energy to move. I stay in the same pajamas from his house last night. I don’t bother eating breakfast. I can’t make myself move. Everything is so painful. I’m so exhausted.

Buzz

I open my phone to a message from Harry.

H😊: morning. I know you said you needed space, but I just wanted to check up on you. I love you.

I close the message and put my phone down. Tears already are pouring down my face.

I turn over and cover myself back up. I fall back asleep for a little while.

When I wake up again, it’s around noon. I feel my stomach growl. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to eat. I can’t stand to think of anything else except Harry. I miss him. I miss him so much.

I manage to get myself out of bed and walk to the kitchen. I find some leftovers and sit down at the table. I begin to eat, but I find myself more playing with the food than I do actually eating. Something has to be better than nothing.

The day passes by slowly. I don’t really do much. I watch tv to try and forget the pain. I can’t, but I sure do try to forget it.

The next day is easier. Very hard, but easier.

I wake up to a text from Harry again.

H😊: can we talk? I love you.

I ignored it again. I feel awful about ignoring him, but I’m asking for space to think. I need it.

I actually ate more today than yesterday. Everything hurts still, but I’m able to make it through the day. I work on my laptop to keep myself busy.

I journal again today. I fine tune the song I wrote the other night. It sucks I don’t have a piano or guitar so I can record it. I’ve never recorded a song before, but I feel like this is the best thing I’ve written.

I wish Harry was here. He would be able to help.

The third day is the day I caved.

I woke up to a text from Harry. I think maybe text is an understatement. I woke up to a book from Harry.

H😊: Millie. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. I know I messed up, and there is nothing I can do to fix what I broke. I just need to talk to you or see you. I can’t stand this silence anymore. I’m doing my best to give you space but I miss you so much. I need to hear from you. I need to hear your thoughts. I need to know if you’ll give me another chance, or if you don’t want to see me anymore. I really hope you give me another chance. I miss you coming over. I miss hearing your laugh. I miss writing with you. I love you so much Millie. Please call or text me soon.

I see the text and break down in bed. All of the pain rising to the surface. I want to see him. I want to give him another chance. I’m so afraid of getting hurt again, but I feel like I’m torturing myself staying away from him. I miss him.

Me: where and when do you want to meet?

Almost instantly he replies

H😊: coffee shop by your house? And as soon as you’re able

Me: okay. See you in a few minutes.

I put my phone down and go to the closet. I put on some denim shorts since it’s beginning to get warmer outside. I put on a tan tank top and a flannel jacket. I grab my car keys and walk out the door.

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Masterlist Series Part 6 Part 8

[bookshelf-dust]

another request for Gareth! what if artist!reader asks Gareth if they can draw him and he gets all panicky and blushy🥺🥺

(don't you dare worry if I'll like it or not, I know your work is going to be amazing as always and the important people is that you enjoy writing it!)

bane of my existence

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 622

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi lovely! this was fun to write. the art kid in me enjoyed it. i hope you like this too!! <333 love you!

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You set down the piece of charcoal you’ve been using, start playing with your eraser. You stretch the putty out, trying to get some of the dust off of your fingertips.

“Gare?” You ask, something coming to mind. You’re sick of charcoal for today.

“Hm?” He’s sitting on your bed, raiding your comic book stash.

“Can I draw you?”

Gareth’s fingers freeze where they flip through an issue of Captain America, one with Sam in your favorite red outfit on the cover. The boy feels his face go red. He’s panicking.

Drawing him would mean you’re looking at him intensely for however long—long enough for you to pick on all his flaws.

“Are you sure you wanna do that?”

You nod, patting the eraser over the edge of your desk. There really is charcoal everywhere.

“Yes. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. I think you should be documented.”

Gareth shuts the comic and sets it on the bed before running his hands down his face. He’s trying to hide the blush before you see it.

You look up at him. “I have a new pen I want to try too,” you say, but your voice softens even more when you notice his state. “Gareth,” you coo. “Don’t go all shy on me please.”

He puts his hands down and you grin at his reddened cheeks.

“I’m gonna hide again if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

“I don’t have to if you’re really not okay with it, Gare.”

He finally makes eye contact with you. “No! No, it’s okay. Do I need to do anything?”

You grin again. “Nope. Just forget I’m here.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s impossible.”

Now you’re the one blushing.

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True to your request, Gareth does his best to relax and go about his business of sorting through your belongings. Your comic book collection is much more extensive than his, and frankly, he’s kind of jealous.

You sit in your desk chair, one knee propped up with your sketchbook resting on it.

You started off using a pencil, sketching the prettiest parts of him—which proved difficult since they’re all the prettiest parts. You decided this would be more fun than a portrait or anything. Portraits stress you out.

Now your page is full of different Gareth features. His nose, his mouth. You’re working on the eyes now, the ink from your pen spreading over the paper to give him the long and unfair lashes he has.

You’ve used the pen to hatch some shadows in the areas that need them, and even if it’s a little messy—and by no means perfect—you’ve had fun drawing him.

You stand, capping your pen. You hand the notebook to Gareth, who looks over it so intently that it makes you nervous.

“Damn,” he says.

“Good ‘damn’ or bad?” You ask tentatively.

“Very good. Although I can tell you spent a little more time on my eyelashes than probably necessary.”

Your face splits in a grin and you take his in your hands. “Your eyelashes are the bane of my existence, Gareth Emerson.”

He laughs heartily. “And your nose,” you start. “And your mouth. And your freckles. Your everything.”

You tilt your head back, mock swooning. Gareth is bright pink, and you soothe your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. “You really like them though?” You ask, needing reassurance.

His eyes dart to the page in your sketchbook again. You really are talented. Everything is so simple, the lines practiced though messy. “I love them,” he says.

Gareth pauses, looking you over.

“You have charcoal on the side of your neck, honey.”

“Dammit!” You exclaim, releasing him from your hold to examine the crime scene in the mirror.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[its-stupidhours]

happy valentine's day!!! here's a bit (read: basically a whole (albeit short) scene) from my "big smir fic" -- this was written a while back (I want to say some time last summer?) but I've been working on the fic again recently and this scene is in the chapter I've been focusing on and it is. disgustingly sweet. also it literally takes place on valentine's day. enjoy :)

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Tanner said immediately. “Why?”

“I want to show you something.” Fir took Tanner’s hand and started leading him away. “Come on. It’ll be cool, I promise.”

“Ok?”

Fir dragged him back to the greenhouse, only to pause once they entered. “Wait, shit, I forgot it was a mess in here.” He chuckled sheepishly as he started tidying his lab. “Give me a minute, hold on.”

“Take your time.” Tanner occupied himself with walking around the workspace and inspecting the various ingredients and tools he came across. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in here before, so. At least, not since the curse broke.”

“Wait, really?” Fir glanced over at him with a smile. “Even better, actually. Sorry it’s not much, but—”

“No, it’s cool!” Tanner stopped walking, standing tall in the middle of the greenhouse. “It’s really cool.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” Fir finally finished his tidying up. He put his hands on his hips and looked over his slightly-cleaner lab with pride. “There we go! And now for the actual thing I wanted to show you.”

“Right, that. What is it?”

“A potion!”

“I’ve kinda guessed that at this point,” Tanner chuckled. “But what does it do?”

Fir shot him a sly smile. “You’ll see.”

He had prepared most of it beforehand, but there were still a few finishing touches to complete. Tanner walked over and looked over Fir’s shoulder as he combined two mixtures into a singular vial, then held the mixture tightly in his hands to warm it up. When he let go, the potion went from a light green to a bright, clear blue — then suddenly flashed pure black before finally settling as completely clear with waves of iridescence shimmering within.

"That should do it." Fir held the bottle up to the light and swirled it around a little, looking back at Tanner with a grin once he felt satisfied with what he saw. Tanner was still just staring, enraptured, at the vial. "Give me your hand?"

Tanner didn't move for a moment, unsure, but he slowly put his hand out nonetheless. "Ok?"

Fir gently held it in front of him. "Now, don't freak out…"

"You saying that makes me freak out more."

Fir chuckled. "Fair. But seriously, it shouldn't hurt, and it'll wash off after, don't worry. Just look."

And with that, he tipped the bottle over and poured the contents out on Tanner's hand. Tanner flinched at the sudden cool feeling, then stood, frozen, staring wide-eyed at his hand. As the potion ran down, almost like ink in the way it moved, it covered each spot it touched with invisibility. More revealed, then, than covered. Fir looked up and felt a spark in his chest at the sight of Tanner's face flooded with unabashed awe. It was a sight he would never get tired of.

"Oh, wow," Tanner whispered. He held his hand up — or, well, he held what appeared to be the stump of his wrist up, until he turned his hand over and the palm was once again visible. He laughed a little as he curled and uncurled his fingers over and over — invisible, then visible, invisible, then visible. "This is so cool."

Fir grinned proudly. "Yeah?"

"Oh, absolutely. It…" Tanner caught Fir's eye and grinned back. "The things you're able to do with magic… I've never even dreamed of something like this, it's amazing."

He held his hand up, watching intently as a drop of the potion ran down his arm, turning another streak transparent. Then he looked back up at his hand, turning it sideways to marvel at the line between invisibility and visibility. 

Fir just watched, unable to look away himself — not from the potion, but from Tanner. The soft curve of his absent-minded smile, how parts of his hair stuck together from the melted snow, the way his eyes would flicker up and down to track the potion; Fir drank in every detail he could without even realizing he was doing it.

“I have more,” Fir said after… some amount of time. He wasn’t really sure, and he didn’t really care.

Tanner’s eyes were glowing. “Really?”

“Of course, dude,” Fir chuckled. “That’s kind of my whole thing. The sink’s over by the door, by the way.” He turned back to his desk to look for the next thing he wanted to show off: the lighter potion that would allow him to make a flame with a snap of his fingers.

“Thanks,” Tanner said, “I’m almost tempted to not wash it off.” Fir could hear the water running; for a second that was the only sound in the greenhouse. “I thought you were working on your thesis, though? When did you have time for all this?”

“Oh, I mean, I am!” Fir gave a weary laugh. “I am pretty much constantly working on my thesis. I didn’t come up with the recipe for that potion from scratch, I learned it a long time ago from this, like, teen’s book of cool potions to show off to your friends. And, uh, I know you like magic, and I know you’re my friend, so I wanted to show it off to you! Take a bit of a break for an hour or so. My thesis can wait.”

Fir finally found it. He turned around to see Tanner staring at him with a — bewildered? conflicted? curious? — look on his face, the invisibility potion washed off and the sink no longer running.

“What?” Fir asked.

Tanner stared at him for a second longer, then smiled and shook his head. “I don’t get you sometimes.” There was a beat. “Thank you."

[mareenavee]

WIP Whatever ~

Hi, all. Sorry I'm late. I finished a piece yesterday so I was scramblin' a bit and didn't have my braincells in one place for enough WIP to share (that I haven't already or that which does not contain spoilers lol)

Tagged by the fantastic @thequeenofthewinter, @kookaburra1701, @throughtrialbyfire, and @ladytanithia!

Tagging the amazing: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @polypolymorph, @elfinismsarts, @gilgamish, @snippetsrus, @archangelsunited, @thana-topsy, @dirty-bosmer, @wildhexe, @oblivions-dawn, @saltymaplesyrup and of course YOU, yes you. You who haven't posted a WIP in a while. You're tagged! Yeet one on here and tag me, too!

This is part of a challenge I'm doing this month. The prompt is 'Summoning' and @snippetsrus has encouraged and inspired me to try the isekai genre. (: I'm also severely, severely inspired in all things, but not least about how to handle Isekai, by @paraparadigm's OC, Vera. <3 Ya'll and your uncanny ability to have me reaching way off my path here for stories. I love it. I appreciate it. A prompt challenge is a perfect time to try this. This is inspired by a PVRIS song called Separate, and in fact the title is a whole line from that song. Super, super fresh from the braincells but SO MUCH FUN. Under the cut!

WIP: As Long as It Won’t Separate You From Me, I’ll Be Fine A hedge witch from (a version of) Earth conducts a ritual to recover a spirit from beyond the veil. In her reaching, Aubrey is taken by something other, pulled through the veil, and finds herself freezing to death in a different world entirely. This story begins when she feels her theory and research will finally send her home.

The Hall of Attainment had been Aubrey’s home now for almost a year. It was where she was found, and, she supposed, where she would leave—if there was anything left to return to. She leaned into the wind as she ascended to the rooftop, summoning circle laid out before her and dotted with melted stubs of candles. Everything felt raw from the bite of the weather off the Sea of Ghosts, from the salt, and from the gravity of what she was about to do. But she’d long since run out of tears. Or so she thought.

“Durant, wait!”

A familiar voice, and one that ached to hear. She’d told him she had to go. The entire goal of all this research and all this time was to find a way back home. He knew this. News of her and her research was why he traveled all the way to this snowbank of a town to begin with, and…well. She knew why he stayed. 

Aubrey tilted her head back as if the motion would prevent the tears from falling. Her braids, unbound and held by strength of will and third-day grime alone came unraveled in the wind, dark curls flying every which way. She pulled the hood of her mage robes up and tried to ignore his voice and the sound of his footsteps echoing as he ran up cold stone steps. Ignoring him as best as she could, Aubrey stood in the center of the circle and wiped away the stray tears that had managed to escape.

Professor Gestor had found her here, curled in on herself, protecting her head, freezing to death in the scrap of white cotton dress that had survived her crossing. They thought she’d been imprisoned in Oblivion, narrowly escaping some horrible death by the hand of some nightmare or another. How very close to the truth that had been. That was the story the College proliferated on her behalf while feelers were put out for any resources that could help at all. That was the story that attracted the attention of Neloth. That was why Talvas was still here, calling her name and weakening her resolve. Gods, but he wouldn’t leave, would he?

She pushed her sleeve back and ran her hand down the black rose-and-bramble tattoos on her left arm, fingers pausing at each white ink starburst interspersed within illustrated flora. She had sixteen now—had earned the last one on her wrist bone before the summoning. Maybe she hadn’t earned it at all, considering the result.

The memory was like a slash from a razor, still too raw, still open to infection.

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Blood and Roses (FAITH AU)

(It’s finally heeeeere! TW: references to drinking, death of a child, mentioned blood and gore

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It was just supposed to be a joke.

Cesar’s hands shook violently, making the beam of light from his flashlight tremble. The thing outside his door giggled in insanity as something scratched against the walls. It was just a joke. Just a party trick. The Archangel wasn’t real, he–no, it was just some frightening creature from a morbid comic book.

That’s all he was…Right?

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The post-graduation party had already been in full swing when he arrived. The music was loud, the laughter and chatter was louder and he was already a little dizzy from the miniscule amount of drinking allowed at the ceremony (provided by Summer’s flask). He’d promised his mother that he would only be visiting to say goodbye to a few friends before heading home, staying for the weekend and heading off to university the week after.

University . The mere thought made him thrilled. The word alone made it sound more impressive,  more…Fancy. It wasn’t Harvard, but it was good enough for him. The only regret he had would be leaving behind–

“Hey, Ces! Glad you could make it.”

Summer waved her hand from the doorway, snapping Cesar out of his thoughts. He grinned and rushed to catch up with her and she let him inside.

“Hell of a ceremony, eh?” She asked, dodging around a fellow partygoer. “When I imagined graduating from high school, I didn’t think it would be like that.”

“You were the one who brought the drink,” Cesar teased.

“Well–yeah, but I didn’t realize that I’d have to share it with the entire crowd thanks to you, ya snitch.”

Cesar laughed when Summer punched his shoulder to emphasize her point. A brunette girl rushed up to them and practically squealed. “Valedictorian Cesar and Summer! I didn’t know you’d both be here!” The two shared a look before Summer switched gears into her well-spoken persona. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Ellen.”

“You were both great!” Ellen squealed again. “The ceremony was amazing, all thanks to you!”

“Ah, I don’t–”

Summer lightly elbowed Cesar. “We appreciate the compliment,” she said, taking his elbow. “But there are other people we also wish to meet.”

“O-Oh! Yes of course, of course–make yourselves at home!”

“What was the elbow for?!” Cesar hissed in a whisper.

“I’m sorry,” Summer mumbled. “But once she gets going about us then she’ll never stop. You know what she’s like.”

Cesar missed the rest of her sentence when someone caught his eye. They were eagerly waving him over. “Who’s this?”

“Who’s who?” Summer took a moment to follow his line of sight. “Oh, him. I don’t know, I’ve never seen him before. Must be the friend of someone else here.”

“Seems pretty interested in me.”

Summer smirked and lightly elbowed him again. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Go say hi, see what he wants. I’ll be hanging out with the crew.”

The two parted ways with that, Cesar growing more weary as he made his way over to the stranger. A feeling in his gut was screaming at him that he meant bad news, that it was wrong, that this guy looked like something straight out of the uncanny valley.

He now wished that he had listened to his gut.

“Uh…Hi.” Cesar gave the stranger a side-eyed look. “You…Wanted to see me?”

“Hi! Yes! Sorry!” The guy cleared his throat rather roughly and coughed something into the sleeve of his worn-out varsity jacket. “I wanted to show this to someone. To anyone.”

Cesar’s curiosity was piqued. “What is it?”

The guy put a hand under his jacket and pulled out a thin navy blue book. He practically shoved it at Cesar and was bouncing on his heels as he looked it over. There was nothing particularly special about it; just the word FAITH carved into the cover and a very rough drawing of an angel underneath it. He opened it and flipped through a few of the pages. Faded ink showed a short story about a kid a little older than Mark’s little sister running from a shadow creature, only to get pounced on by two or three more. The blatant show of the little kid’s guts and blood flying everywhere made his stomach churn. What the Hell kind of comic book is this?

“Hey, your thing for gore is cool and all.” Cesar flipped through the rest of the comic before closing it and handing it back to the guy. “But don’t go around showing it to people, okay?”

“Did you see the chant?” The guy asked.

Cesar raised an eyebrow and flipped through the comic again. The last page made him pause. There was another drawing of the angel, though this time it looked wrong in a way he couldn’t place. Above the angel were three lines of the same sentence. “Dear Archangel, I wish to–”

The strange guy shushed him loudly and snatched the comic out of his hand. “You can’t just say it!” He hissed. “You have to do it properly!”

“Look, man, this is ridiculous.” Cesar looked over the crowd in an attempt to find Summer and the rest of their friend group. “I read the comic book. It’s not my thing. Now, I have to go–”

“You think it’s bullshit? Then call him. I dare you.”

That, regrettably, got Cesar’s attention. He’s never backed down from a dare, ever since he was a kid. He wasn’t about to now. Anything to get this creepy gore-addicted guy away from him.

The guy motioned for Cesar to follow him and left, walking through Ellen’s house to what looked like one of the bedrooms or a guest room. He pulled a bag out from under the bed and dumped it all onto the comforter: a nail, a tiny metal spring, some fur, a crow feather, a small sliver of wood, a lighter and some scissors. He sent Cesar on a small fetch quest to get a bowl from the kitchen, piled most of the stuff into it, then grabbed Cesar’s hand and raked the surprisingly sharp blade of the scissors across the back of it.

Cesar flinched back and held his hand to his chest. “OW! What the fuck, man?!”

“I’m sorry, but it needs your blood.” The guy yanked his hand back and squeezed it, ignoring Cesar cursing under his breath at the burning pain as some drops of blood dripped into the odd mishmash of things. “Okay, now set it on fire.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore. You’re out of your mind.”

“So what, you’re gonna back out of a dare? Do you think something’s gonna happen?”

‘I think you’re about to murder me.’ Cesar held his tongue and roughly picked up the comic book, folding the pages over the back out of spite towards the guy. The pages were nearly illegible now, except for the back. “How do I have to read–”

“Just read it.”

His gut screamed at him again. His instinct screamed at him to run, to get out of there and bring Summer with him. God, why didn’t he listen .

Making a mental note to bandage his hand as soon as the guy let him go, he nervously picked up the lighter and set the bundle of fur alight. The hand holding the comic shook as he read over the words. “Dear Archangel, I wish to atone for myself.”

He turned to the guy. “What the Hell does that mean.”

“Keep going!” He responded.

Cesar rolled his eyes, getting fed up with this dare. “Dear Archangel, I wish to–take my punishment, what the fuck?! ”

“One more!”

He ground his teeth. Just one more line and he’ll be out of this dare. “Dear Archangel, take my faith.”

Nothing happened. The fire ate up the items, the comic book faded in his hands, his hand burned at the scratch. The guy looked disappointed.

Cesar threw the book into his chest and left the room without a word.

Outside the solitude of the guest room, the party was in full swing but Cesar wasn’t interested in final goodbyes anymore. He ignored Summer trying to catch up to him as he went for the front door and practically ran out of the house.

For reasons he couldn’t put his finger on, he felt like he had just made a deal with the devil.

[joz-yyh]

Tardif Tattoo Headcanons

You can thank @marbleboa and their amazing fics/art for giving me the inspo to write this. Definitely, go check them out if you’re into Darkest Dungeon! Below are my headcanons for what kinds of tattoos Tardif might have acquired during his travels. Feel free to add your thoughts/ideas if you’d like to. I hope you enjoy! :>

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Just as Damian marks himself with penitent blows from the lash, re-opening scarred skin with fresh streams of blood, Tardif indulges in a litany of tattoos. The scrawling black engravings that line the bounty hunter’s body are nothing so high and mighty as his companion's sacrifice of flesh, but when the price of a quarry is high and the danger even higher, the deviant recluse inks his tanned skin with a lesson from every successful mission. An artwork of his precious widowmaker is immortalized down the length of his dominant arm. Both he and his axe have severed countless lives from their mortal coils, man and steel swinging together as one -- and as such, it was only fitting that it’s image should hold considerable size and stake over his limbs. Likewise, his other trademark weapons are scattered down his sleeve, each with bold, black outlines to match the state of his heart, daring and iron-clad, an extension of his will. Inked knots of rope wind around his wrists like shackles, his trusty grappling hook as unforgiving as his own infallible hands when they squeeze around a delicate throat. Feathers and birds of prey span the breadth of his shoulders, carrying him on swift wings, watching his back when he cannot, mirroring the eagle-eyed helmet affixed to his brow, always scouting ahead. A spiderweb encircles his elbow in mesmerizing sutures of silk, reminiscent of the sticky nests of 8-legged hells he'd cleared of pestilence, orphaning the caves of their oversized arachnid masters for one more week before another lot comes to take their place. A skull and crossbones are permanently etched just under the ridge of Tardif’s collarbone. Death is all he knows, all he is and all he will ever be. A textbook rendition of a human heart lies suspend in a jar just below it. Humility is lethal, more potent than any poison he’s been gouged with in the past. Better to bottle it up and let confidence take the stage for all the insufferable ilk sentimentality has brought upon him.

A detailed portrait of a wolf’s head takes the expanse of his right pectoral muscle, it's bared fangs just as fierce as the bite scar the toilsome beast left on him in a final act of defiance before he finally put the alpha male down, the ensuing pack dispersing into the woods to avoid being slain in return.

Various suits of cards decorate his bulging phalanges like bejeweled rings -- diamond, spade, heart and club -- right above his arch of knuckles. Tardif likes to drink and drinking leads to gambling which leads to brawling. He’s won more games than he’s lost, but that doesn’t stop some blundering idiot from challenging him to fight in a foolhardy attempt take the wagered coin back by force. The brooding mercenary adds a reliable hunting knife to the growing collection of needlework decorating his skin, a drop of blood hanging preciously from the razor’s edge because he’s had to stab a thief and their pilfering hands more than once. Among the oldest of his collection are an identical set runes. They lay beneath his eyelashes, just over the rise of his cheekbones, simplistic in nature. They’ve lost some of their clarity, the dark lines not so fine as they once were, but as all relics of the past do, the memories of his homeland gently erode.

[gasterofficial]

@kanrix too many pictures to put in a reply or anything so i'm just gonna make a post FHLDSKJFHDLSKf this also goes out to anyone else who could benefit from my little gaster cosplay tutorial fhjkghkfg

aight this is the earliest picture i have but basically I cut an oval out of 4mm foam, and used scrap pieces of the same size foam that i just had laying around to do another layer on top for added support and thickness. after that i did my best to roughly mark where my eyes, nose and mouse were and cut the eyes out so that they would line up with my own, and used the markings for the mouth and nose to cut a hole into the inside of the mask for my nose to fit into. the mask has a higher layer of foam only on the very tip of the nose because i had to keep my nose from sticking out or pushing the mask too far off my face lol.

anyway after all of that i used a heat gun to heat the foam (WITHOUT melting it and preferably in a well-ventilated area) on both sides and then held it to my face in position to help it mold better to the shape of my head. it looked like this when i was done (i also cut into the upper layer of foam to make the eye scars)

after that I covered the entire thing with this amazing thing called foam-mo, it's basically like foam in a water-based binder that behaves like craft clay. it's easy to work with and SUPER lightweight when it dries and it's absolutely perfect for making organic textures

it lost a bit of the dimensionality in the drips after it dried, but I just went over it with another layer where I wanted more texture, and used a dremel tool with a sanding bit to sand down parts that I wanted more depressed.

then after that were the first and second paint jobs. this included using an ultra dark carbon nanotube ink in the scars to get them as black as possible (and matte). after the second paint job I used a type of fabric called "speaker cloth" to cover up the eye and mouth holes. I hot glued the speaker cloth down from the inside and then painted over the fabric on both sides with fabric stiffener on the mouth hole ONLY (it can make it harder to see through the eye holes) since the mouth hole is so wide and is most subject to the shape distortion from how the mask was heat-shaped.

then finally the last paint job which included final shading touchups AND some extra work with white puffy paint, which I used to give the effect of the face dripping down.

the very last step was adding the pupils as a dot of intense blue glow in the dark paint. it took a few coats to get it thick enough, and then on top of the bead of glow in the dark paint i added a tiny dot of plain white paint to make them pop even more. add a 1/2 inch elastic strap around the back of the mask glued down on the inside and you're done!

also, here's some pictures of the first glove I painted, if the reference would be helpful. The gloves were sewn using a self-made "hand turkey" pattern from tracing the shape of my hand onto paper. it's not a perfect pattern, but it's serviceable enough for stretchy fabrics. and I did use a stretchy fabric: white moisture-wicking athletic wear fabric, because I was worried my hands would sweat a lot. and I was right! but this choice of fabric makes that much less of a problem. and also makes you feel like your hands are freezing off (being in the void simulator ig)

the painting job was done with just plain black and white acrylics mixed with a fabric paint medium. i traced the finger joints where my fingers actually creased, and just kind of... did my best to make the palm holes match up lmfao

As for the cloak and robe, I did sew those both myself, so I can't point you to a seller. BUT what I CAN do is tell you what patterns and fabrics I used and whether or not it was worth the intense labor of love! (short answer, for the cloak? yes! for the robe? NO.) I'd have to go dig up the patterns though, so let me know if that's of interest to anybody

but yeah, hope this post is informative and potentially helpful!

[lovelynim]

Tickletober 2022/Day 3 - Shriek

Horimiya - Hori x Miyamura

"Miyamura…” Hori muttered, watching as her boyfriend was getting changed next to her. Despite being together for a long while already, the tattoos on his body never failed to catch her attention and amaze the girl.

“Yes? What is it, Hori?” He answered sweetly, looking over his shoulder and stopping what he was doing and holding the shirt he chose close to his bare chest.

They were supposed to go out with their friends that evening, but having spent all the Saturday together, they were both still wearing their pajamas until not long ago.

Hori got ready first, patiently waiting for her partner and amazing herself, in the meantime, with Miyamura’s looks.

But, back to the present, the girl tilted her head as she admired the black lines on her boyfriend’s skin. Approaching him with light steps, she gently placed her hands on his waist, looking at their reflection on the mirror right in front of them.

“I don’t remember if I ever asked you,” she spoke, using her fingers to trace over the inked skin, “but did it hurt when you got your tatt-”

“AAH!”

“Eh?”

Hori looked at her own face in pure shock when Miyamura simply jumped out of her hug, letting out a high-pitched shriek.

“Miyamura…”

“I-I’m sohorry, Hori…” He apologized while giggling, scratching the back of his head, “I didn’t expect you to- H-Hori?”

“Hey… it was pretty rude, you know?”

“What?!”

“You jumping from your girlfriend’s hug as if I was some nasty bug?” She looked angry. She sounded angry. Was she angry?!

Miyamura quickly waved his hands in front of his chest, leaning against the closest wall as he tried to walk away from the enraged beast in front of him, “I-I can explain! I swear! I was juhuUHU- AHAHahah, H-HohOHOri, plehease!!”

Before she could protest any longer, Hori quickly trapped her boyfriend against the wall while her fingers made their way to the boy’s bare sides, squeezing the soft spot and scribbling her nails all around.

And barely seconds after the contact, she managed to drawn another of those loud and high-pitched shrieks out of him.

“AhahAHA, nohOHOh ~”

“Wow, Miyamura ~ I think I’ve never seen you being this loud”, she pointed out while talking close to his face with an evil grin on her lips, her hands climbing up his torso and starting to assault his ribs with ease despite his efforts to avoid her touch.

“HoHOHORI! PlehehEHEASE ~ Nohohot thehEHERE, ahAHahahA”, he shook his head while clasping his arms against his sides as hard as he could, nearly losing his balance. 

“Heh, is it that bad? Are you thiiis ticklish?” 

“YEHEHehes!! ~H-HohOHORIHi- AhahAhah, I’m sohohorry!!”

Miyamura felt his cheeks getting warmer, not sure if it was because of Hori’s teases or because he was laughing so hard, but at that point, he wasn’t really worried about the reason behind it either.

Being ticklish, really ticklish, wasn’t anything new for him and neither something he considered a bad thing, but the feeling of Hori’s fingers and nails moving around his bare skin was simply driving him up the walls. 

“Are you really? I’m not so sure,” she muttered, wiggling her fingers dangerously close to his underarms. Despite the facade she pulled, Hori decided to show her boyfriend some mercy, kissing his cheek before stepping back.

“Ahah… t-thank yohou…” Miyamura wheezed through giggles, almost falling on his butt as she finally let him go. 

“Anyway,” she said, helping him get back on his feet, “we should get ready now or we might end up getting late.”

“R-right,” he nodded, picking up his shirt, “I’ll be ready in a minu-AHH!” 

As another shriek burst through his lips before he could finish, Miyamura turned around with an embarrassed pout and glared at Hori.

“Sorry, sorry, I won’t tickle you again,” she giggled while waving her hand, but crossing her fingers behind her back. Well, delaying things a few more minutes wouldn’t put them in trouble, would it?

A/N: Day 3, ayy!  What else can we do for a fandom with little content other than make it ourselves? So, because of that, Hori/Miya ended up as my pick for this prompt! ~ Hope you have enjoyed this ~

[rebelwrites]

From This Moment || Part One

Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: Neither Y/N or Jax wanted to go back to reality, enjoying the life in the bubble they had created. Life was simple right now but something always got in the way of their happiness.

Warnings: none

From This Moment Masterlist

A/N so the time has finally come that From This Moment can finally be posted. This has been my baby since November and I hope you fall in love with this as much as I did writing it. Thanks to @withmyteeth for being by my side for every idea and writing session 🖤

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The last week in Vegas had been amazing, never in a million years did you think that a trip to escape the reality of your life would have opened both yours and Jax’s eyes to what had been in front of you both for years. The week had passed by far too quickly, you really weren't happy about going back to Charming. Yes, it was your home. But it was filled with pain, hurt, and drama.

You knew the moment you touched base, questions would be flying at the both of you with no way of dodging them. Especially when it came to Gemma. Your relationship with her was always a touchy subject. She could be the nicest person in the world but at times she could be overbearing to the point you were feeling suffocated, especially when it came down to Jax. It was like nothing or nobody was ever good enough for her boy.

You knew that Jax felt the same as you about his Mom from all the times he vented about her. And if you were being truly honest with yourself, you needed more time to mentally prepare for the grilling and interrogation you would no doubt both be receiving. All you wanted to do was stay in Vegas, wrapped in the warmth of your husband, in the little bubble of bliss you had managed to create.

Resting your head on Jax’s bare torso you let your fingers trace his abs, listening to the sound of his heart beat, a sound that had always and always would soothe your soul. He was still sound asleep and you didn’t have the balls to wake him, not when his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. Years of friendship had made you learn the lesson of waking Jax up before it was time the hard way, on multiple occasions.

It seemed crazy to be taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon on your last day in Sin City, especially when you should have been out causing as much trouble as physically possibly could with the devil that perched on your shoulder. But instead you were wrapped up in Jax’s arms and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

You didn’t put up a fight either when Jax suggested it, it made sense as driving on the lack of sleep was a major disaster waiting to happen. It wasn’t a quick trip either, you would be on the road for eight hours, so you wouldn’t be back in Charming until the early hours of the morning.

The afternoon sunlight was creeping through the crack in the thick curtain, the warmth hitting your exposed skin and it’s soft glow illuminating the room. You were completely mesmerised by the sparkles the light was creating as it bounced off your ring.

Everything still felt like a dream, one you really didn’t want to wake up from. The sting from the fresh tattoo on your finger drew your attention. The black ink was still surrounded with redness but even with the slight swelling it was perfect. Others would probably be thinking the King and Queen finger tattoos were cheesy as hell but you didn’t care and neither did Jax. To him, you were his Queen and he was your King. Nothing would ever change that. Even when you were younger he would call you his Queen, saying one day you’d rule your kingdom together. You never knew what he meant by that, but as you laid there you finally understood what he meant. He was in line to take over the club when the time came that Clay stepped down passing the gavel to his step-son.

The club would be your kingdom.

You knew you should have been trying to get some sleep, especially as Jax kept you up all night and well into the morning. The only time either of you had left the bed was to use the bathroom or to answer the door for room service. Neither of you wanted to spend your last day in any other way than being tangled in the sheets, essentially catching up for the lost years. Your body was sore, covered in marks from where Jax’s mouth had been and bruises were starting to form from his grip on your hips, but it was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.

The last week had been a rollercoaster of emotions but you wouldn’t have changed a single thing about it. You had a sense of excitement bubbling away in your heart, ready to explore your new found relationship and marriage. You didn’t have any ideas on what life would look like, especially once the club found out that you and Jax got married in Sin City. Pushing the thoughts to the back of your mind, this wasn’t the time nor the place to be dwelling on what could happen. You would deal with that when you got back home.

There was one thing you were extremely excited to be reunited with though — your beast. It had been safely tucked away in the hotel’s parking garage ever since you arrived in Vegas. It was extremely weird not having driven the Audi in a week, it was the longest you had ever gone without jumping in the driver’s seat, but it made sense to leave it parked and get cabs everywhere. It was safe, you didn’t have to worry about finding somewhere to park and half of the time you were too hungover or drunk to drive anyway. But your heart was screaming out to get behind the wheel and tear up the tarmac. No doubt there would be the usual fight on who was driving, the decision being settled like the adults you and Jax were. A game of rock, paper, scissors.

Reaching for your phone, mentally cursing yourself as your movements distrubed Jax, his fingers ran through his hair as he moved. Holding your breath, you hoped he didn’t wake. The moment he settled back down, his head resting against your stomach, you let out a sigh of relief. It was official you were now pinned on the bed. Turning your attention back to your phone you quickly swiped the messages away, they were all to do with life back home and you just didn’t want to know right now or care for that matter. All that mattered was the man who now had his arm draped across your waist and his head resting on your stomach, soft snores escaping his lips.

Once you quickly snapped a couple of photos of your sleeping biker, you dropped the phone on the floor, hearing it land with a soft thud on the thick carpet. Turning your attention back to your sleeping devil, gently running your fingers through his blonde locks, relishing in this moment. You were unsure how often these moments of tranquility would happen once you were back in Charming and the club got their claws into Jax again.

Jax was amazed and shocked at how little convincing it took to get you to go shopping, normally he would have to drag you kicking and screaming, spending the whole time with you whining and moaning in his ear like a child about how busy it was or that it was a complete waste of money. But he knew you really didn’t want to go home, leaving the bubble of bliss behind. So when you literally jumped at the idea of hitting the shops, spending the winnings. He was speechless expecting a lot more of a fight.

Luck had been on your side, after your late night stroll you decided to hit the casino one last time, ending up winning the jackpot on a couple of games, meaning the twenty grand you walked in with had doubled to forty.

For him it was killing him keeping the secret he had been holding in since Wednesday. It was so hard not to spill about the surprise detour you would be taking on the way home, prolonging your arrival in Charming by about a week. He kept finding himself going to mention something you could do while at the cabin but then reminding himself to bite his tongue to not to let it slip.

“Right, that's the last of the bags,” he chuckled, pushing the seat back with some extra force due to everything being crammed behind it, smirking as everything only just fit in the back of the car. Sports cars weren’t meant to have this much stuff in them. The trunk of the Audi was tiny, and no longer usable after you installed your custom build for the amp and subwoofer, meaning everything had to go on the back seat. When he said it was tight fit, he meant it. “Are you ready to go, Mrs. Teller?” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.

“No,” you pouted, hiding your face in the soft hoodie he was wearing, your stomach doing somersaults at him calling your Mrs. Teller. It was something you didn’t think you would ever get over, your heart skipping a beat every time the words came out of his mouth. “Can’t we stay here a bit longer? I’m sure we could find another hotel.”

“Unfortunately not, Darlin’, I have already looked, trust me,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, letting his lips linger for a moment, trying to compose himself. Only a few more hours to go, Teller, you got this he kept telling himself. He had managed to keep this quiet for the last three and a half days, this was the home stretch. “There is some big convention in town tomorrow which has wiped out all the hotels.” Squeezing you a little tighter, he found himself biting his tongue once again. He wanted the cabin to be a surprise but he just wanted to tell you. “Now, hand over the keys.”

“No, I’m driving.” You huffed, pulling back a fraction, knitting your eyebrows together pouting at him.

“Babe, you are struggling to keep your eyes open, there is no way I am letting you drive. Let alone driving a heavily modified car, especially one that is sitting around, what, 350 brake horsepower?”

“415, actually,” you giggled, correcting him as he raised a brow at you. “You can’t drive the full eight hours back, you will be fucked.” You whispered, resting your hand on his chest. “And I’m not that tired.” You smiled, it was in that moment your body decided it was going to be a traitor, the yawn happened before you could stop it.

“Think you have proved my point, babygirl, you are far too tired to be driving any car,” he said softly placing his hand over yours squeezing softly, “The last thing I need is for your judgment to be off, wrapping the car around a tree, leading you getting hurt,” God, why was he so fucking sweet? You thought to yourself. Even before this trip he was so protective but you had a feeling that protectiveness would increase tenfold. “And I have done eight hours solid on my Dyna before, that was back breaking, this will be a breeze.” He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. “If you wanted to drive you should have slept.” He winked, gently pulling the keys from your grip.

“I would have,” you hummed, letting your mind drift back to the night of passion you shared, instantly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the thought “But somebody kept me awake the whole night and most of the day.”

“I didn’t hear you moaning,” he laughed, pausing slightly as before changing his words. “Well actually, I did hear you moaning, in fact you were screaming my name all night long.” His hand making contact with your ass with a short sharp slap. “Now get your ass in the car, we need to get on the road.”

It didn’t take long before you dozed off, your head resting on one of Jax’s hoodies you had placed against the window as a makeshift pillow. He knew you would be out like a light as soon as he started driving, the vibrations of the car along with the droning of the exhaust had always been the perfect lullaby for you when you were overtired. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you never won and sleep always took over.

As he was driving he kept stealing quick glances of his wife sound asleep, you looked so relaxed even though he knew sleeping in a bucket seat would leave you sore and aching. The weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders and he could see it. The sparkle and fire in your eyes that he had come to love over the years was back and burning brighter than ever. Mentally, he praised himself for this spontaneous trip, a trip that helped him get his best friend back, and in turn gain a wife.

The radio was turned down low, it was nothing but slight background noise providing a soft hum alongside the droning of the exhaust. It was just him and the open road now, he had no plans on waking you up until you were nearing the cabin, letting you get as much sleep as possible knowing how grumpy and snappy you got when you were overtired.

The moonlight cast a soft glow into the car, the light bouncing off the black stone of his ring, softly illuminating the fresh ink of the tattoo that sat proudly on his ring finger, causing the smile on his face to grow even wider if that was possible. This week had turned into so much more than an escape to get off the grid, his heart was fuller than he ever thought was possible and that was all down to the sleeping beauty that was in the passenger seat. As he tore up the tarmac, he let his mind drift to what life was going to be like for the both of you. There were going to be a lot of things that needed to happen now you were married.

The first thing he wanted was to go house hunting. It made sense now you were married and he couldn’t bear to spend any more time apart from you than was necessary. Even though both of your places held so many good memories, they were both tarnished by the previous failed marriages and he didn’t want to start this marriage with the dark shadow of the past hovering over the pair of you. This trip was a fresh start for both of you and your hearts, he wanted a house that was both of yours.

Then there was the matter of telling everyone, it seemed a simple task but it was a task that held so much weight. This was big news and he knew it would cause an uproar, especially with his Mom. So he needed to think of a way that wouldn’t leave her too heartbroken and pissed off that she wasn’t there.

The roads passed, the miles were added to the car and the scenery, although you couldn’t see it, was changing. Glancing over to the passenger seat, his heart melted at how cute you looked, snuggled up against his hoodie. He had never been good with change, always hating it and refusing to acknowledge it happening but, this — this was one change that he was ready to embrace with open arms, ready to explore what would follow.

Nothing could wipe the smile off his face.

The hours had passed and he was in desperate need of a break and an extremely strong coffee. He felt his eyelids starting to get heavy due to the lack of caffeine. Slowly he let his foot off the gas, turning off the road and into the nearest gas station, gliding into a parking spot near the entrance. Running his hands over his face, he was ready for the break if he was being honest, his body was tight from sitting in the same position for the last three and a half hours. Turning off the ignition, he gently ran his knuckles across your cheek, trying to wake you in the softest way possible. It didn’t take long for you to slowly flutter your eyes open, the lack of vibrations from the car distrubed you slightly.

The moonlight made Jax’s baby blue eyes shine bright, as you offered him a sleepy smile, he swore his heart had stopped beating for a second. You were a drug he didn’t know he needed or ever wanted. But now he had you in his grasp, god, was he addicted, especially when it came to your kisses. “Hey sleepy,” he humed, taking your hand and placing tender kisses along your knuckles before tenderly kissing your rings.

“Are we home already?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your other hand. Still half asleep so you didn’t really know where you were.

“No, not yet but I needed a break so I pulled into a gas station.” He whispered, brushing his nose against your soft skin.

“How long until we are back?” You asked, as you reached around to undo the seatbelt getting ready to get out of the car. You were grateful he had decided to stop, even in your sleep you were aching from the position you had been curled up in for the past few hours. Your body was screaming to stretch back out.

“Urm, think we still have about four and a half, maybe five hours left on the road.” He nodded, watching as you sighed before clambering out of the car. He hated lying to you, but he wasn’t quite ready to give the game away, not yet anyway. He knew it would only be a matter of time before you realised that this was a different way back to what you came at the start of the week.

One thing was certain, he couldn’t wait to spend the next week alone with you in the cabin in the woods.

In his eyes he couldn’t think of a better honeymoon.

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