#i have such clear ideas for their designs in my head. need to draw them

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i'm having PJSK OC thoughts...

[cup-o-stars]

Relativity Falls!

Design Concepts (and my unnecessary thoughts):

Excuse the the colors, ig my apps are fighting.

I see Mabel finding success no matter what happens to her, but I really like the thought of her running an insane arts and crafts business in GF. Alternatively, if she fell in the portal, she'd come out acting confident as always, but she probably wouldn't realize how much the constant change and lack of family/stability wore her out until she settled back in. In either case, she's a bit cracked.

Dipper is investigative, but cracks easiest under stress and is not as inherently adventurous as Mabel or Ford- so the portal wouldn't treat him well. If he's not the one in the portal, he'd be into stargazing and real magic to share with people, while also warding tourists away from the dangerous stuff. In general, he'd be an unhappy adult if left to his own devices, lol.

Between Dipper and Mabel, I like Dipper being in the portal more. He's a great protagonist, but as a supporting cast member, he needs to be more insane to match the draw that is 'Mabel taking care of children,' ha. I also love the idea of there being no portal / some other looming threat for these two to struggle with (at least because Hirsche has made it clear that Dipper and Mabel are equally smart, and to me it seems like the portal would reopen way quicker with them), but I didn't plan on posting these and I don't know how my followers feel about me posting lore.

Stanford and Stanley:

Pretty much how they are in canon, but now they're in a setting where they can get over themselves, ha. They aren't quite as mature as Dipper and Mabel were at their age, but after coming to GF, they finally found other people to look out for them. Dipper could be a more emotionally available and level-headed role model (I think having people to take care of is calming for him in turn), and they'd both look up to Mabel as the peak of somebody who knows how to socialize.

Fiddleford:

He's a sweet, southern, farm-raised mechanical engineer just like in canon.

Idk why Fiddleford is in GF (visiting an unnamed grandparent?), but I really like his relationship with Ford in the journal. Following that thought, in this AU, he starts out more of Ford's friend than Stan's, and it's kind of a big deal. Unlike Dipper's arc on learning to be a kid, Stan and Ford clearly struggled a lot with interpersonal relationships / finding security outside of eachother, and that's what I think this AU could be about (it's great they realized they need each other in canon, but the part where they had no one else to turn to is also kinda crazy if you ask me).

Ford gets to meet another smart kid in a weird town, which helps him feel more normal. He has a better idea of what friendship is because of it, but also, since I can't imagine Dipper wanting an apprentice so young/vulnerable/impressionable or Mabel asking only one of the twins to stay- he'd have to come to terms with the fact that he can't live in his dream world forever. (Or maybe the apprenticeship comes from somewhere else, just because the conflict around going back to Glass Shard Beach at all, or sending Stan alone could be pretty good.)

On the flipside, I think Stan's initial jealousy of Ford and Fiddleford's friendship would force him to try finding his own friends / hobbies. I like the idea that he fails at first- and a lot- but Mabel notices his mounting frustration (which he is very keen on hiding), and her consistent and unorthodox support makes him realize he wasn't alone to begin with. He can be more open around her, which makes it easier to open up to others, and then he can make friends without having to pull any tricks. He probably starts with some animals, and then at least gets closer to Fiddleford anyways (I feel like they're both more practical than Ford and value human company more, so they'd bond easier once Stan gets over his personal hurdle).

Anyways- because that was way too much- Mabel's exes are a constant source of antagonists and Dipper is stressed about setting a good example.

(I was more of a Monster Falls fan back in the day, but I can't draw animals, lol)

[diorchids]

play date

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, no use of y/n, f!reader, making out, swearing, fingering, oral ( m&f receiving ), finger sucking, unprotected p in v, sub&dom!sejanus ( squint ), obsessed!sejanus, praise kink

a/n: this took too long ?? first fic on here so lmk ur thoughts

mature content ahead!

sejanus seems so innocent. his nerdy nature, eagerness to learn, the way he never hangs out after classes. “he stays to himself, a lot,” coriolanus mutters following you asking about sejanus’ personal life. his brown eyes gaze up at the unprovoked mention of his name.

standing from his desk, he waltzes over to you and coryo, “why wouldn’t i stay to myself? you expect me to trust them?” sejanus points to arachne and her groupies. you smile, making him grin after looking back at you and coryo.  

dean highbottom makes himself known, clearing his throat. you crane your neck to glance over to sejanus, but his eyes are already on you.

the brief eye contact made you immediately sit back in your designated seat while highbottom asks everyone to partner up for a project, coming up with ideas for the games to come.

trudging your way through the dense population of your peers, looking for clemensia. you’d assumed corio was working with sejanus.

“looks like you’re also in need of a partner,” the tall boy towers over you, his curls bouncing as he tilts his head downward. his eyes narrow on yours, expecting a sad rejection, he squeezes his hands together. 

“i guess i am, projects must not be for snow,” he’d left. long gone under the guise of a bathroom break. 

sejanus clears his throat, “be mine, then, please,” his throat is jammed with saliva, his tongue gliding around the tips of his teeth. but you oblige, biting the inside of your cheek. “my parents aren't home, just in case you wanted to start there,” he clarified, making sure you knew he was talking about school.

you chuckle at his tense demeanor. “does this house have an address?” sejanus laughs, he’s less on edge, all because of you. 

he gets home with the piece of paper with your number on it, brushing over it with his clammy hands. his palms instinctively rub against his clothed dick, making him whine at the pain that needed taking care of. you knew what you were doing.

making him so needy, having him practically beg for your attention. sweaty hands trail up to the phone to dial your number, he hesitates to dial the last digit. 

“hello?” your voice raises goosebumps on his skin. he's silent, a lump getting caught in his throat. “sejanus? from class? is the play date ready?”

you sit up on your bed, awaiting his answer. “yeah, s’ready,” his smile could be heard through the phone.

“i’ll be there in, like, 10.” before he could answer, you hung up. 

knocks on the door accompany the sounds of lucky flickerman speaking on tv. the door handle shakes after sejanus forgets to unlock it. “one second–! fuckin’ doorknob,” the door opening to his smile, eyebrows anxious and twitching. 

“we can head to my room if you want,” he makes it clear he only wants to do the project, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. 

following him upstairs, you notice how nice his house is, putting yours to complete shame. his room has posters, quotes, and pictures of his family. “let's just start now, with brainstorming.”

his eyes flick back and forth from your face and your bra rubbing against your shirt. you draw diagrams of threats that could be implemented into the games, the only driving force is the thought of being a mentor.

your back aches from sitting in the chair for too long, the desk lamp straining both of your eyes. you rose from the desk, making sejanus slightly frown, being farther away from you.

you fall straight back onto his bed, a slight moan escaping your lips. a quiet groan leaves him, his eyebrows furrowing while looking at your pillowy lips. 

he fidgets with his hands, trying so hard to not palm his cock while you’re right there, “l’me touch you — please,” he groans out, desperately. this was something guttural, something begging to leave his mouth.

his words fall slowly out it. they take you by surprise, his desperation for you, his whiny voice. his legs go into what feels like autopilot as he walks towards you, so hungry.

“i’ll be so good, so, so good,” his leg between yours, you sitting up, being met with his face. his warm breath against your cheeks makes your breath hitch.

fingers cradle your jaw as his thumb draws circles on your chin, “talk t’ me.” you nod as your eyes analyze his face, taking in every ounce of his words, “whatever you want, do whatever you want,” pulling your waist to his leg, rocking yourself against him.

your wet lips smashing into his, your mouth being searched every inch by his warm tongue. his hands travel all over you, gripping your thighs and your neck. (softly, of course.)

“knees, now, please,” his words leave a mark on your cheek. so soft and yet so demanding. but you comply while sej unbuckles his belt, licking his top lip. seeing you on your knees, so helpless, so nasty.

he pulls his cock out of his boxers, and it slaps his stomach, he’s so achingly hard and big. his pants are discarded onto the floor, you both know they won’t be needed.

sucking air in through his teeth when you prod at his red, leaking tip. head tilting to the side with desperate eyes, eyebrows furrowing when you kiss his tip, he pulls his shirt off. his dick is huge next to your face, you run your finger up a vein, making him shudder.

“mmmf — f- fuck,” he babbles while pulling your hair into his fist, bucking his hips into your warm mouth. “m’ sorry,” eyes roll to the back of his head, his lips swollen from being abused by his teeth.

his bed squeaks as he flops down on his bed to sit, still pulling your mouth onto his dick. cock twitching in your mouth as you squeeze his soft but toned thighs, earning a groan and tug on your hair. “you see what you’re doin’ t’ me? m’ like an animal for you,” eyebrows truly showing how he feels about you. your hands wrap around his cock while you jerk it and suck his swollen, abused tip.

“show me how much you love me, sejanus,” keeping eye contact no brick could break, his cock twitches while you take him all in your mouth one last time. his hand finds its way to your breasts, caressing and squeezing them. 

warm spurts of cum coating the back of your throat, his big hands grip your hair, bucking his hips into your mouth. groans and moans fill the room as you look up at him, with those eyes.

his cock twitching against your chin, his face flushed while brushing your hair to the side, “that was s– so good, s’ good,” wet lips quivering from your nails digging into thighs. “felt good?” you say, breathlessly, sejanus nodding immediately, face red and hairs starting to stick to his head.

he helps you to your feet before guiding you toward his bed. rough, big hands lay you down before trailing down to the end of the bed. he looks at you, examining your face attentively before gripping your ankles and dragging you to him.

“let's get this off, ‘kay?” he tugs the end of your shirt, you nodding while pulling the shirt over your head, your lace bra making sejanus groan at the sight of you, so, so beautiful.

he crawls to you, wrapping arms around your chest, undoing your bra, chests rubbing against each other. your bra falls as he watches in awe. sejanus rises and moves to the end of the bed, eyes lidded, once again hungry. tapping your ankle, silently telling you to open your legs, analyzing your wet cunt being soaked through your panties. 

“so wet, all for me?” you nod quickly. his thumb presses against your needy clit, making you shiver and instinctively close your legs on his head. “m’ sorry, keep goin’,” grabbing a pillow to cover your mouth, to muffle the moans to come.

“no, wanna hear you,” his arm flexes as he grabs the pillow and pushes your hips up to make space for it.

his fingers hook onto the hem of your panties, pulling them off of your legs, exposing your bare cunt. he ruts himself against his bed as he groans hot breaths right into your clit. fingers glide across your slit, moving up to your clit, earning moans from you and your puffy lips. his tongue licks a stripe onto your cunt before latching onto your swollen clit.

long fingers traveling up to your mouth, and without a word you start to suck and swirl his fingers around in your mouth before him abruptly slipping them out and into your cunt.

lips detach from your clit to speak, “ah, takin’ it so well, baby. talk t’ me, please,” you nod before he curls his fingers up, hitting that sensitive spongy spot. “words, please,” he begs, gripping your thigh with his free hand, squeezing fat.

“love it, love your fingers in me s’ much.” groans fill your pussy as he goes faster, sucking your puffy clit, fingers going in and out. the coil in your stomach tightens with every sloppy thrust.

rabid moans leave your throat as you buck your hips up into his face, him holding your hips down with his hand. the bed slightly moving back and forth from his hips rutting against the edge, “so wet. so fuckin’ sweet,” his muffled words praising your cunt. your hips stutter on his chin and he thrusts mercilessly, in and out.

the fire in the pit of your stomach igniting as you cum all over his face and bed, cum pooling at your ass. his tongue swirling over your clit makes your eyes roll back earning a back arch off of the pillow. “fuck, i’m cummin’, you feel so good in me, love you so much, baby,” you exclaim while writhing under his spell.

his hips hump pathetically against his bed until he hears your words, your praise. his cum coating his boxers in hot, white seed. 

“nngmf,” his head falls straight onto your clit. your hands finding his curls, soft moans filling the room. his seed dripping down his leg onto his carpet, leaving a stain, a memory.

“gonna cum in you now, let you have all of it,” crawling up the bed, smashing his cum washed lips onto yours. “can i fuck you, please?” you nod while he pulls his cock out of his wet boxers and lines it up with your entrance, “s’ take it all,” before smashing his hips in and out of your spoiled cunt. lips abusing your needier ones, he couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait to be inside of you, soaked in your juices.

his hips don’t stop from slamming your cervix in, ripping painful but pleasurable moans from deep down. his flexed arms hold your knees to your shoulders, taking complete control of your body. “you feel so fuckin’ amazin’. better than i ever imagined. so – so warm for my cock, so fuckin’ tight,” you moan while gripping his hair in response, nodding so eagerly, wanting and needing more of his dick.

drool falling from the corners of your mouth, so fucked out, so dumb for his cock, the cock thats bruising up your cervix.

“like you were made for me, fittin’ me all up in here, fuck, gonna empty my balls all up in y– agh,” his balls slap your slit as you both chase the high. the delicious high, the rewarding high.

your pussy squeezes his cock so beautifully, so perfectly. “g’ cum, f’ so good in me,” your whisper, egging him on. he grips your thighs so tightly, threatening to cum all up in you. “you wanna cum? go ahead,” his eyes on yours, “cum all on me, all over me, please, ” his hips thrust violently into you, animalistically.

your eyes dart to your pussy, taking all of him, swallowing his cock so well. him digging his nails into your plush thighs, thrusts becoming sloppy. he pushes down on your stomach to feel himself making you feel so good. your cunt starts to flutter, while the coils tighten again, threatening to snap. “grippin’ me so good, like a fuckin’ vice,” he’s panting into your ear.

“m’ cumming, sejanus, all f’ you,” you reach climax, cum piling at the base of his cock as your back arches, pleasure coursing through you as the juices fall onto the bed under you.

he doesn’t pull out of you, though, instead chasing his high. “you did so good, thank you, thank you s’ much,” he groans out to you, still bruising your cervix. you can’t even respond, being so fucked out from his thick cock stretching you out so good.

cock twitching, he speeds up while gripping your ass, slamming your walls into him. hips stuttering while his warm cum coats the entirety of your cunt, inside and out. he rides his high out, though he pulls out eventually. just to replace it with his thick, long finger. 

“love you, love y’ so much,” his bruised lips abusing yours.

he shuffles awkwardly to his bathroom to get you a warm towel, pulling the warm blanket over your bodies.

i see very few fics of him like he isnt so fine, but i must speak my truth!!!!

[woosh-floosh-art]

Bits and Pieces: 2024

Went through all my 2024 files and here's all the stuff I didn't post!

Dragon Quest slimes... The idea was to do a slime gacha of some sort but... there's so many slimes man I can't draw them all.

Teeny Sanguini variations. The idea was to make a keychain of each teeny sanguini variation but.. that would cost a lot of money and I don't even know how well does keychains would sell. Maybe people just want basic teeny sanguini and I'm wasting my money buying other keychains.. Oh well. The basic teeny sanguini keychain I ordered has sold well, we'll have to see if I decide to order one of the variations.

Various Ouioui's. I think the goal was to eventually draw them all? I just needed something simple but with some room for experimentation to draw everyday. Early 2024 was a rough time for me.

Fan Ouioui design. This one is good. I would imagine the body of the thing would be a scrunchie so you can put it in your hair or on your wrist.

CMY(K) and spring dango themed galumpin dops.

PEARL DRONE!! The goal was to make stickers, that didn't happen lol. Still cute though...

Various little doodles I thought were cute. Badniks, two headed minecraft calf sticker concept (I didn't think it was very clear in it's design..), kirby :D, alien cow, and a true fact about aphids.

SA2 animal sticker gacha. Like I said, in early 2024 I was really looking for something simple and repetitive to draw with just enough variation to keep things interesting. Like the slimes and the ouiouis this one fizzled out. There was just TOO much variation. I ended up doing all of those gyroids which was perfect for the time and also sold really well as stickers! I also did all those damn kirby stickers which did NOT sell as well.

Okay enough about the grief and depression, let's talk about SONIC OCS!! I really loved the periodical cicada emergence this year so I wanted to make a sonic oc based on them. Her wings are crumpled (like many cicadas I saw this year, unfortunately her and the other cicadas will never fly) but she was some wisp powered roller blades to let her zoom around! I used to do a lot of character design as a teen but now I struggle with it. But I don't think this is that bad of a design? It's fun, she's fun.

Every year for artfight people make new characters based on the theme, and this year I wanted to try as well! He's supposed to be an anthropomorphic ray, a prince that must set out on an adventure! The eyebrow design is cuter but I think the widows peak design better conveys that he is supposed to be a ray. Bottom right is my favorite but I would switch the cutlass for the rapier. It's just a bit more of a princely sword.

Blue eyed cicada sticker concept. During the cicada emergence this year someone found a blue eyed cicada!! This is the mock up if I made stickers of that. I didn't because I was soooo sick of handcutting those damn cicadas, they were not easy to cut. Also they did not sell very well. We need more cicada fans in this world...

Lastly... two pages to a comic I never finished. It was supposed to be the prologue to my oc story but... it's a little scary making comics about original characters! There's a lot more to think about and manage over doing fan comics. I would still like to return to my little world and characters but I just haven't been in the mood for it. Ironically there was only one page left in the prologue but it's been so long I don't think I'm going to finish it!

Also, to try and combat the anxiety that comes with making an original story I didn't plan the layouts at all?? I guess to make the process faster and not worry as much?? The thumbnails in my sketchbook are just loose unconnected panels next to the script. That is not how I typically plan comics... and for good reason! Looks at the paneling in page two! It's bad! It's really bad!! When I come back to my characters I going to have to swallow my fear and put some more time and care into the layouts.

Okay that's all for 2024! I have a couple more things to post from December and then that's a wrap on 2024! Thanks for reading! ^_^

[malk1ns]

march 9 @ wild, 3-1 win

i like the convenience and novelty of seeing them play in my town but also like...go away why are you so close to me. the knowledge that they slept less than a mile from where i live the night before the game is unsettling. get out of my school.

loved getting his and his goals AND penalties though. they really do everything together don't they?

good grief are they getting weird in warmups though, like...stop crawling all over each other you're in public? yikes. this fic was inspired by geno skating past sid and like...literally smelling him? i have no idea it was so fucking odd.

One of the team omegas going into heat always throws everyone off. Even the guys who think they’re above it all, more enlightened than their designations and fully in control of their instincts, end up succumbing. 

The whole team gets worked up, especially when they’re on the road and nobody has a chance to go home and get a little distance. They’re around each other all the time 12+ hours a day, and the only breaks they get are when they’re boxed into tiny hotel rooms that smell like strangers and do nothing to help soothe frazzled, on-edge instincts.

It comes to a head in Minnesota. Sid can’t say Karl didn’t time his heat impeccably; by the smell of it, he’ll tip over fully tomorrow, when they’re back in Pittsburgh and he can den down with his mate of choice to ride it out.

As if it’s going to be anyone other than Kris.

Sid watches in vaguely-impressed disgust as Kris practically drools over a puck he’s got parked between his feet, spitting pheromones onto the rubber before passing it with pinpoint accuracy across the ice to where Karl is dawdling through his own warmup routine.

“So gross,” Geno mutters from behind Sid in delighted horror. “Can’t believe Tanger does, like, there’s people everywhere.”

Sid glances briefly at the glass; there are a lot of people down to watch warmups, even more than normal in Minnesota which always draws a large crowd. Kris is oblivious to it all, skating wide arcs around the blue line with his eyes fixed on Karl.

Honestly, Sid gets it. Karl’s pre-heat smells sweet and tempting, and if Sid were still chasing after omegas like he did when he was younger he’d probably have a go at courting behaviors himself. Not now, of course, he’d never trigger a brawl with a teammate before a game, but he’d try something.

Geno circles in front of Sid, tipping his head down and sniffing ostentatiously. “You stink,” he says, voice low and fond and dirty in a way that draws Sid’s attention to him like a magnet. “Think maybe you’re want to do too.”

Sid reaches out and snags a stray puck with his stick, handling it between Geno’s feet. “I’ll spit on whatever you want back at the hotel tonight,” he says before taking off for the net, leaving Geno sputtering and reeking of arousal in Sid’s wake.

—

Getting a win after a shutout is great. Sid has a little extra juice all night, and it’s nice to get rewarded. He’ll never admit to tracking his own stats, but he knows about the Gretzky record just as well as the entire Penguins fanbase; he knows what’s at stake.

Twelve more points in sixteen games feels a lot more doable now than it did a month ago, when his wrists were sore and aching and his left arm was all but useless.

Geno netted his own goal too, banging his own rebound past Flower and crowing at him so loudly about it that Sid could hear it all the way from the bench.

Outside the arena, Sid sucks in a deep breath, letting the fresh air clear his head. The locker room had been fogging over with omega slick, and if Sid was affected Kris was practically catatonic, trailing after Karl into the showers and back out like he was on a leash.

Karl isn’t even in heat yet for real. It’s going to be a long flight back to Pittsburgh tomorrow.

The walk across the park back to the hotel is short, but it’s enough for Sid to shake off the last of the game adrenaline and the base, instinctive need to put on a show in front of a cycling omega.

Geno paces him, hands shoved in his pockets. He looks unaffected, but that’s nothing new. Sid can’t remember a single time an omega turned Geno’s head, not even when they were reeking of pre-heat and practically throwing themselves at him. He’d barely even smell interested.

Sid used to worry he was homophobic or something because of the way his stomach twisted when he watched Geno slip out of bars with other alphas. It used to keep him up sometimes, agonizing over how he could be a good, supportive captain, how he’d be able to say and do the right things to make sure Geno didn’t feel alienated, all while feeling the way he did.

It took him a while to figure out what was really going on. Nobody’s ever accused Sid of being deeply in touch with his feelings. He’s glad Geno was patient with him in those early days.

Sid likes to think he’s made all that initial weirdness up to him and then some in the intervening years.

Geno nudges him as they step into the lobby. “Good game,” he says, herding them towards the elevator; he always gets antsy about Sid’s privacy when they’re in public, does his best to put himself between Sid and anyone who looks like they might bother him.

It stirred up complicated feelings in Sid for years, shame twisted with arousal. Now, he just appreciates the way Geno really looms over him when he wants, the warm press of his body along Sid’s side, his big hands on Sid’s back as he hustles them down the hallway and into their room.

He can’t help but push back a little, dig his heels in and fight Geno’s grip; he’s still an alpha, after all, and he’s not going to go down easy, not even when it’s Geno putting him there.

Geno gets Sid pinned up against the wall and leans down, opening his mouth over Sid’s scent glands and inhaling. The scrape of teeth on skin freezes Sid in place, hair standing on end as his body reacts to a perceived threat so near.

“Smell so good,” Geno rumbles, way down in his alpha register. His hands are all over Sid’s body, handsy like he always is, proprietary and possessive without a care for the way Sid’s having to breathe through his initial reaction to fight.

This is how it goes after games when they’re both worked up. Geno boxes him in, Sid reminds himself he likes it.

Sid has to admit that he had some ideas about what Geno would be like in bed. He’s gay, after all, not a flicker of interest in omegas, and there are stereotypes that Sid’s embarrassed he assumed would be true. He’d had a hazy picture in his head of Geno rolling over and presenting, going belly-down and whining for it like his omegas always have.

Sometimes, Geno does do that. But sometimes Sid does too. Most of the time, it’s like this:

Geno backs off just enough for Sid to push at him, wrestling them both towards the bed. Geno’s musk fills the room; Sid’s probably is too, but obviously he can’t smell himself. The heady scent of aroused alpha turns Sid’s crank like crazy, sends him out of his skin with the need to touch, to claw and bite and own.

He wrestles Geno onto his back and tucks his face into Geno’s neck, breathing so deeply he makes himself dizzy. He imagines sinking his teeth in, like he would have years ago without a second thought if Geno were an omega, leaving a mark on Geno’s neck for all to see. It’s taboo, transgressive enough to make Sid’s guts squirm and his dick twitch picturing it.

He doesn’t dare imagine Geno leaving a mark of his own on Sid’s neck, not if he wants this to last.

Geno’s nails scratch into Sid’s skin as he scrabbles at Sid’s shirt. Getting them both naked nearly devolves into a fight, but eventually their clothes are in a pile on the floor and Geno’s sucking on Sid’s tongue as he plays with Sid’s balls.

His hands are huge, and Sid thinks about spreading his legs and begging Geno to finger him. They don’t have time, not with an early flight the next day and a game the day after; the worst part of sleeping with another alpha is the amount of time everything takes if they want to fuck, and Sid’s not in the mood to slip into the bathroom and do it himself, to come out and pretend he’s an omega, all ready for Geno to slide right in. 

The best he can do tonight is thrash until they’re on their sides, Geno curled around Sid’s back with one hand on his dick and the other playing with his chest as Sid spills lube over his hand and rubs between his thighs before tucking Geno’s dick there and squeezing.

“Fuck,” Geno grunts, humping forward and practically rolling Sid onto his stomach. Sid grits his teeth and braces, reaching back and digging his fingers into Geno’s flank as Geno fucks into the space between his thighs.

It sounds obscene in the close little hotel room, slick thrusts and slapping flesh, and Sid tosses his head, burning with humiliation. He’s so close, and the idea of anyone knowing how hard this is getting him off, letting another alpha drool all over him and make Sid his bitch, makes him moan.

“Geno, please,” he gasps, and Geno’s hand on his dick is too rough, too much too fast, but it tips him over the edge, and he comes with a shout into Geno’s palm.

Geno squeezes over his knot, painfully tight and just what Sid needs, and Sid tenses his leg muscles, working Geno’s dick over as best he can until Geno comes too, his own knot swelling between Sid’s thighs. 

Geno’s breath is hot on Sid’s neck. Now that they’ve both come the immediate threat of another alpha’s bite has receded, so Sid tilts his head to the side, smiling when Geno immediately plants his face against Sid’s skin.

“Smell something you like?” he chirps. It’s weak, but he’s tired, and orgasms like that one, that feel almost more like a fight than sex, sap him of his ability to be witty.

“Smell like mine,” Geno replies, and Sid sinks into his words, the way they make him feel.

He does belong to Geno. Always has, even when he didn’t realize it yet. Geno belongs to him too.

Sid falls asleep thinking about how maybe his fantasy of matching mate-bites isn’t that insane after all.

[nobodyexpectsthe]

okay i'm going to do a veilguard critical post and i want to start it with this post by david gaider that has lived rent free in my brain since i read it.

and i want to be clear as i begin this rant that i am critical of studio leadership. not the development team themselves, because god fucking knows they tried.

i cannot emphasize enough that the game we got is not the fault of individual writers, or game designers, or any creative team leads. the issue came from people way, way, way above their heads.

and that is extremely important to remember that veilguard's active retooling had only been in play for, what, a year? from 2022 to 2023? when the games industry decided it was time for record layoffs?

where like their entire QA team got shitcanned?

and devs had to fight to get more than two weeks fucking severance?

if veilguard had remained an always online multiplayer experience i think it's story would have been praised, because the story was not meant to be the main draw. the gameplay and character customization was. any story in an online game that isn't an mmorpg is generally praised - even if its a stupid mystery box story where you're just drip fed tiny details that will take actual years to pay off.

in a singleplayer experience in a franchise that people went to because of it's storytelling the whole thing just falls so short.

but for me the issues went so much deeper.

i like most of the character concepts. i like most of the ideas the game was built on, but the execution made me angry.

needing to constantly leave and come back to the lighthouse to pop new quests was frustrating. if they dropped me in the middle of the hub it wouldn't have been so frustrating, but to talk to lucanis i have to go from one end of the map to the other.

there was nothing to do at the lighthouse besides that and i guess upgrading my armor. i can't talk to my companions. i can't even like - prog conversations between them? why can't i use my caretaker points to build out areas for my companions to hang out in, drop some fucking items in there associated with them, and maybe get the conversations i want to hear instead of lucanis talking about fucking coffee for the sixteenth time?

there's a dining room. why can't i use that to get ambient banter conversations?

why am i at the fucking mercy of what the npcs want to do?

so much of the gameplay felt like a holdover from the multiplayer version. things that wouldn't have bothered me as part of a game that was meant to be played in realtime, with idk the conversations being daily login incentives,

but nothing stood out to me as bad as the quest recaps did. the quest recaps actively fucked with my ability to get immersed and stay immersed. they were either clearly a holdover from when there were meant to be huge real time gaps between content drops or an extremely poorly thought out addition that really only made the stop-starts of every quest that much worse.

and the little pop-ups that reminded me why a character did a thing or felt a certain way were infuriating. that just happened. literally at the start of this quest.

the companion quests don't change. they come to conclusions on their own, and even if you try to sway them in another path it doesn't ultimately change anything? i think emmrichs is the only one you can drastically affect the outcome of.

like yes, game, you are not terribly complicated. i have a handful of choices so if a character is doing something or saying something directly related to a choice i pushed them to make, i would assume that's why.

except i had no actual choices. i have replayed dragon age 2 & inquisition multiple times just to see how different scenarios play out depending on my choices. i have played BG3 to fucking death to see how little dialogue options get called back.

i am not talking the grand sweeping choices at the end of the game. i am not talking about the four different endings - which i actually did not enjoy at all.

an ending where everyone dies because you didn't amass enough political power and/or recruit all the party members would have fucked hard actually.

and see, one of my favorite rpgs of all time is tales of symphonia. that's a jrpg. that has a set plot, a set way things play out, you cannot change it except for one small detail - your interpersonal relationships.

i do not need to drastically change the ending of the game, i need to feel like the little stones i throw make little ripples. i need to see that my actions, the person my character is, has an influence on the people around them, their willingness to stand with them and follow their orders, and veilguard didn't give me that.

what i got instead was the illusion of a choice.

what if instead of rook assigning people to missions (THAT IT HOLDS YOUR HAND THROUGH TO PICK THE RIGHT CHOICES) it came down to a matter of trust? what if you gave an order and rather than following it, your teammate / the faction decided you knew jack shit actually and deviated from the plan?

or what if their unhealed personal trauma actually came up in the thing that gets them killed? what if instead of it being cinematics, it was something you had to play through ala DA2? where you have the option to try to salvage the relationship one last time before they either die or get themselves killed?

why was i a fucking spectator in this game that was supposedly built around the strong bonds the veilguard had? because like the whole ~hero of the veilguard~ thing falls flat to me if their fatal flaw isn't ultimately what destroys them.

an ending where i got fed up with the same boring repetitive sidequests & didn't go back and forth from the lighthouse often enough to get

the fact that the game auto-saves at key choice points too is indicative that they know this is not a replayable experience.

looking @ corinne bus.che's departure from bioware and her statements, i don't have a lot of hope for the company. i think that she's saying in the politest way that things are still bad and she's moving on to greener pastures and hopes that the studio can fix itself.

and i say this because i'm remembering the actual months of all hands meetings where execs said the same thing over and over again right before they dropped that projects were being scrapped, games were being sunset, and layoffs were imminent. and my boss, bless him, was trying to reassure me that my team was safe.

only for him to log in one day and find out that someone above his head had laid off team members without his say or input. and how this happened again, and again, until i was the one sending him a text message bc i'd been called into a meeting with someone above his head. my whole team was devastated, our already small size reduced even further, and the workload became that much more stressful to everyone left.

and it kept coming. the way the SLT undervalued anything that wasn't their own fucking jobs was disgusting. heaven forbid you don't lose your bonus. but sure, okay, hq needed that luxury spa the almost entirely remote team will never see.

i had to sign stuff saying i could never disparage the company so i could get my severance.

i remember sitting in allhands meetings with my team, watching the divide between the people who actually make the fucking game and engage with the audience & the people who call the shots grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger until we had a blowout during a meeting regarding our bonuses structure changing THREE DAYS after another project was cancelled AND THE COMPANY HIRED AN ADDITIONAL CEO.

i have been the person in meetings with an exhausted dev team, listening to the writer say they want to do more but the studio won't let them. i've seen the artists showing off work they know will never see the light of day because their project was doomed. i've seen the team lead with defeat in his eyes saying they desperately trying to explain to SLT (who had no knowledge or care about the IP what the project needed to succeed) only to be dismissed.

and like, that might not be her energy. that might be my disillusionment with the industry speaking, but it's so fucking sad. so fucking sad.

she's currently getting a lot of flack but like - it's not her fucking fault my dudes!!! the game was pushed out on a crazy timeline, there were layoffs, she inherited so many problems.

i hope she uses her title and experience to find a better studio to work at and has the chance to make the crpg she wanted to. i hope that studio understands that you can't just staple trends from other games & genres onto yours and make it a success, because bioware & EA sure don't.

i genuinely hope baldur's gate 3 and larian's entire approach to game design forces these grifting finance bros out of the industry and i wish so desperately the discourse would focus on how that is the fucking problem here. but i don't think it will.

i'm going to be so surprised if bioware isn't stripped and sold for parts after mass effect 4 drops. i've seen it too many times at this point.

ips are only as strong as the people making them. and if you have created an environment where these people are leaving in droves, or are constantly anxious for their job security, or you keep interrupting it and retooling it to chase a trend, you've fucked yourself and don't even understand why that trend is popular.

why in the fuck is someone going to pay for knockoff of a better game that's doing numbers with an active playerbase? do you seriously think that the dragon age skin you put over it does anything for that?

i am so tired of the conversations around this game centering on how 'wokeness' ruined it. it didn't. these have always been progressive games. the issues with vg came from people far removed from the writing, design & art process. i think a lot of the clunkiness of the game came from the fact that these stories had no fucking time to develop and grow naturally, they had to be shotgunned bc they had no time to do anything else.

when all is said and done, my honest impression of veilguard is that its a miracle it came out. it is. it genuinely is. few games get out of development hell after that long, let alone in a playable state with any redeeming qualities.

but that miracle isn't enough for me to forgive all of its faults. the slog that was act 2 damn near killed me. there was no narrative pacing with the companion quests. there was... no quests outside of the companion quests. it would have been one thing if i was doing a main story quest and then everybody had feelings related to that quest, but i think 99 percent of act 2 is purely fixing everyone's emotional problems so they don't die in the final battle.

anyway the last thing i'll say is i've seen a lot of people criticizing the team for fluffing the project up. and... man, i hate to tell you this, but they can't say anything about it right now. they just can't. and more than that, like... they are allowed to have pride in what they managed to pull together. the fact that game came out at all is, and it cannot be understated, a miracle.

if there are expirations on their NDAs & non-disparagement clauses, we're going to get some tea in 5 - 15 years.

[bullet-prooflove]

Stranglehold: Terry Silver x Reader

Tagging: @volumesofforgottenlore @kmc1989 @somethingdarkside17 @noonee333

References to the travel journal in All The Places That You’ve Been

Terry will do anything for you. He lives for you, he would certainly die for you and now he’s standing in the dojo of the two men he’s wronged begging them to train you because he simply doesn’t have the capacity to do it. The idea of hurting you sickens him, even if it is for your own good.

“No fucking way.” Johnny Lawrence snarls at him, jabbing his finger into Terry’s chest. “This is just some fucked up mind game.”

“I understand why you would think that.” Terry says quietly, his hands clasped in front of him. “But I can promise you it’s not.”

“You beat the living shit out of me.” Johnny snaps, shoving him at his chest. “I was pissing blood for a week.”

Terry falters a step, drawing himself out of Johnny’s reach as Daniel steps between them. He’s always been the pacifier, the one that negates the conflict. It’s a strength Terry realises these days, not a weakness like he once thought.

“Yes I did and I am tremendously sorry. If I could go back and undo all of it I would.” Terry acknowledges before he places his palms together. “Look, I am begging you…”

“No.” Johnny spits at him, the fury blazing in his eyes. “I know what begging looks like and that is not what you’re doing.”

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Beg for my wife’s life?” Terry says forcefully,  gesturing the decking below his feet. “Because if that’s what it takes I will do it.”

There’s a resoluteness to his words, a conviction. He starts to bend, to clamber down in the dirt and Daniel cannot believe that this is the same man that almost killed Johnny six months ago. His silver hair falls loose across his features giving him a softer impression, he’s wearing designer slacks and a blue buttoned up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There’s a desperation in him that Daniel recognises, it comes from a place of fear, a place of love. An emotion that until now Daniel had thought he was incapable of.

“You don’t need to do that.” Daniel tells him, holding out his hand to stop him. “Please just don’t do that.”

“If her safety is so important to you why don’t you train her?” Johnny asserts, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging his shoulders. “Why is it on us to keep your wife safe?”

Because I can’t…

Terry looks away, swallowing hard against the well of emotion that swells within his ribcage. The words lodge in his throat because all he can think about is Kreese’s hands wrapping around your neck, that ring imprinting on your skin as he strangles the life right out of you.

“I’ll make you watch.” He had promised Terry, the night he hung up his gi. “If you betray me like this, I will murder the only thing you’ve ever loved.”

Terry hadn’t bothered to respond. It was a threat he’d thought at the time, the bitter ramblings a man who was used to getting his own way. That was before he realised someone had been in his home, moving his things, touching yours.

He knows it’s Kreese, the two of them were Special Forces, they knew how to get in and out of a place unseen.

He hears the message loud and clear.

I’m coming for you, I’m coming for her.

“Cobra Kai is taught through pain.” Daniel says with understanding and Terry tilts his head to look at him, the anguish burning in his eyes. “He can’t teach her like that, he can’t hurt her.”

“No.” He admits, his voice barely more than a rasp. “I can’t.”

Johnny sighs as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Is Kreese really a threat to her?” He asks Terry.

Terry raises his eyes to the sky, pursing his lips together grimly.

“The night I hurt you was the night she left me.” He finds himself telling the other two men. “It was like all the colour had been sucked out of my world. It was the wake up call I needed to get myself straight, to take a hard look at what I was becoming. I left Cobra Kai the next day.”

He tips his head towards Johnny, their gazes meeting over the no man’s land between them.

“That woman is my heart, my soul, I live for her, I breath for her. She’s my strength, my passion and she is my weakness.” Terry tells them as he puts his fist to his chest. “Kreese told me if I walked out that door, if I betrayed him then he would choke her to death right in front of me.”

“Shit.” Johnny mutters, rubbing his palm across his mouth because he more than anyone knows that John Kreese has never made a promise he didn’t intend to keep.

“He’s been in our home, he moved things, took things…”

There’s a waver to his voice, a slight tremble and Johnny wants to ask what did he take? What did he take that was so important to you that you’ve forced yourself to come here, to beg for help?

“When we were first together my wife, she didn’t have much money. She bought me a journal to record our travels in, our adventures she calls them. It was expensive, something I knew that she couldn’t afford but in that moment I knew exactly how she felt about me, that she was making an investment in our future.”

Johnny feels the trepidation in his chest, he knows what’s coming, the cruelty of it.

“He tore it to pieces and left the scraps of it on our bed. He obliterated our memories…” He trails off then, his eyes stinging because he remembers coming home to find you sitting at the kitchen table trying to piece all the pages back together with tape. The destruction had devastated you, it had devastated him too. “He hates her, he thinks she made me weak, that she’s the reason I didn’t fall into line but the truth is, I hated myself after what I did to you, I saw what I was becoming and I couldn’t go back to that again, I’m not that person, I do not want to be that person.”

It comes out like a choke, the air rushing out of his chest and Terry, he just can’t seem to stop it.

“Hate me if you want to, beat me if that’s what you need to do but please I am begging you, help me save my wife.” He pleads pressing his palms together in prayer. “She is the one thing in this world I can not live without.”

“I’ll train her.” Daniel reassures him, running his hand through his dark hair. “But there has to be ground rules, I can’t have you around here. It has to be just her.”

“Whatever you say.” Terry says, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’ll abide by whatever you put in place.”

“I’ll take her too.” Johnny says with a sigh, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck. “She’s tough right you’re wife? I’m not training some pampered princess?”

“No.” Terry smiles as he feels hope for the first time that night. “Trust me you’ll have a fighter on your hands.”

Love Terry S? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

Interested in supporting me? Join my Patreon for Bonus Content!

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[jaehaeryshater]

“[Would he] become the Lord of Winterfell? It seemed an easy choice when he thought of it in those terms . . . though if Ygritte had still been alive, it might have been even easier.” - Jon XII ASOS

Part 1 in any crown design series, art by: @nataa.draws on twit

For about a year, I have been thinking about creating a series of artworks with my designs of crowns that either canonically existed in the ASOIAF universe but went without description (Ceryse’s crown, Jaehaera’s crown, Naerys’s crown, etc.) or crowns that could have existed but didn’t due to deaths of the ladies involved or a break in betrothal (the Ygritte one above and a Sansa QOT7K crown, which is what I’m hoping to do after this one). The only problem is, I’m awful at drawing! The design I can get down to the smallest detail and envision it in my head, but it simply doesn’t translate to paper. And because this is a series rather than one piece, it was a bit difficult to find an artist that both drew jewelry like I envisioned and also could make a commitment for an ongoing project. Luckily, I did end up finding Nata, which I was SO happy about because she was somehow able to commit exactly what I was envisioning on paper, and for that I’m so grateful. She is a lovely and talented woman.

I do want to talk about the designs a little bit, because I have been working on it for so long and absolutely in love with it, but I do want to make one thing clear first. This is not necessarily ship art, and the crowns I work with Nata in the future most certainly will not be. (I mean, Jon and Ygritte are my top ship of all time lol, but that’s not the focus of the art and I get why people don’t like her or them together). The relationship between Jon and Ygritte is problematic at best, and the other Queens I have mentioned above have even more abusive relationships with their husbands/betrothed (with the exception of Jaehaera and Aegon III, whose relationship was practically nonexistent and the problematic elements came from the situation and not from either of them individually). The focus of this series is on jewelry and designs that reflect the culture the person is from and their personality, rather than their relationship to their husbands. So I hope even if Ygritte and Jon are your NOTP and/or if you absolutely despise Ygritte, I hope you can still appreciate the art and cultural influences. The art was originally just supposed to include the crown and therefore be up for interpretation of it was Ygritte or Val’s, but I got carried away with the dress design I had thought of and because it was green which goes beautifully with red hair, I went ahead and asked for Nataa to draw Ygritte.

Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I can talk about the design, which I’m sooooo excited about. The main idea was the merging of Freefolk and Northern culture, but I still did want to remain relatively true to the 15th to 16th century English time period that ASOIAF is roughly centered around. I understand the idea that Ygritte would never be caught dead in such a thing, but you must understand!!!! Jon designed it for her himself when preparing to ask for her hand. So she grumbled and griped, but was secretly chuffed, so she wears it. From the beginning, the main element that I think Ygritte needed if expected to wear a dress is that she needs lots of furs lining it. Not only because of the cold, but also as a symbol of where she came from the make her feel more comfortable in her skin. The puffs are meant to be general fashion at the time, something more common in the Vale or the Reach, but I imagine that could be more of a Sansa influence on the North. The emeralds’ only purpose is to contrast and compliment Ygritte’s hair and to show the wealth of the dynasty. There are two different weirwood embroideries implemented in the dress design: the one on the top that is by the wolf, which of course represents the Stark dynasty that she has now married into, and the bigger weirwood at the base of the dress which has mammoths walking underneath it. Mammoths are one of the symbols of the Freefolk, and weirwoods are very sacred to both the Northern people and the Freefolk, and their shared religion following the Old Gods. I imagine that when Jon was designing this dress for Ygritte, he was more attentive and involved than men in this universe usually were, and his ultimate goal was her comfort and for her to feel included in her new position instead of feeling like a commodity for Jon and the North.

As for the crown, which was the reason for the commission in the first place, I wanted it to follow the same general design as the King of the North crown. I know there’s lots of different ideas of different crowns Jon could adopt as King of the North instead of somehow either regaining possession of or replicating his brother’s crown, but there were way too many options and it made my head spin, so we’re doing this. So the structure of the crown is the same, but the main difference is that instead of being made of metal, this crown is made of weirwood. Of course, weirwood is very special to both cultures, but I figured that metal wouldn’t impressive Ygritte or her culture as much as weirwood would. Therefore, the texture is very different. There are emeralds around it to compensate the lack of metal and extra agency, and to give the crown more of a feminine look as well as to compliment Ygritte’s hair. The tops of each bar are meant to look white and as if capped by snow. This is meant to symbolize the Beyond the Wall influence and I was also thinking about the Crown of Winter when creating this part of the design. The Crown of Winter was given up by Torrhen Stark when yielding to Aegon the Conqueror. We aren’t given a description of it, but I have always imagined it having those snow caps and generally being mostly white. I’ve thought of Jon bringing back the design of the Crown of Winter, but because we have so little to go off of, I chose for there just to be a small influence included instead of going off nothing and trying to create something from scratch. Lastly, there’s the three engraving in the middle. The two mammoths are meant to show who Ygritte is, where she’s come from. She is a member of the Freefolk, and becoming a Northern Lady is not meant to erase that or get her hide that part of her (not that she’d ever agree to that anyway), but it is a part of her and a part of the future of the North merging together. There’s a wolf in the middle as well, because she’s married in to that family and she is a representation of the Starks. But her and Jon and their resulting family is part Stark, part Freefolk, and both of those cultures are meant to be displayed and remembered. The next generation is a merger of the Freefolk and their ideals, and the the traditions of the North.

Okay, that is all, thank you so much if you read all of this! I loved working on this so much and I want to thank Nata again, because she did an amazing job. I hope this is enjoyable to someone else like it’s enjoyable to me. I think the idea of Ygritte as Queen of the North is hilarious, although probably bad for the health of Northern Lords. I can’t even imagine what unhinged things she would do, or how violent archery practice could become. The only thing I can say in her favor is that I think she would get along great with Rickon and be a good (well depends on what you think a good upbringing is, manners would lack, but I think he would be happy) mother figure to him. They would be the worst duo to terrorize Winterfell. I also like to think that Theon and her, although she would not like him, could build up some sort of beneficial relationship between them and she could help him regain his strength and his love of archery, because that is something they share. Anyway, I’ll see you soonish with my next commission ^_^

[confused-cakepop]

OK so in art we had to do a watercolor drawing of a single thing really zoomed in and I picked my converse cause I thought they looked cool. But mine are red and I didn't want to use one color for the whole picture so I wanted to find a way to make it colorful.

I asked a couple people and they gave me the idea to just do a bunch of different angles of converse with each one being a different color.

So I got the idea to make it ninjago themed!

Update: GUYYYSSS I GOT A 100% ON THIS ASSIGNMENT. NINJAGO W!!!

Zoom ins, details, explanations for design choices and more under the cut! @coconut-ice-cream-137 and @rusted-fairy-wings really helped me brainstorm ideas for these so that you to them for all the help!!

Kai's shoe

-OK to be honest his was the most basic but the one I drew first and possibly the one that inspired the ninjago theme in the first place.

-so the flames are an obvious tie to his element and sorta self explanatory

-I was stuck on ideas though and it randomly struck me to make his scar included into his shoe as well and make it look ripped open!

-I chose the yellow laces cause he has a lot of yellow/gold accents on his gis and I thought it would fit better!

-I would definitely try to make his more interesting if I wasn't on a time crunch and got to think it out more

-thank you to rusty for hearing out my ideas for his!

Nya's shoe

-OK I think this one is really cute!

-I have the all star converse and since she has an ocean theme I decided to make it a star fish instead.

-I included her water form markings cause I think their really cool and they were fun to add!

-I think I did well with the colors and I like that I put 2 different shades of cyan instead of 1

-I really wouldn't change anything about this one and I think it's 1/2 solid ones I'm completely happy with :)

Cole's shoe

-So for him I did the bottom of my shoe cause I thought that the triangle diamond like markings could be colored to look like his lava markings he gets in his arms

-Originally that was all I was gonna do, but someone in class mentioned that it looked like a pineapple so I knew I had to switch it up lol.

-Since my shoe curved up at the top I decided to make it look like a volcano so it was more clear that the markings were supposed to look like lava since it was dripping into it.

-The bottom part was supposed to look like mountains but I forgot to outline it so it doesn't really look like it. (I'll definitely fix it when I get my paper back)

-This is the 2nd shoe that I think I'm completely happy with!

Zane's shoe

-This one gave me the most trouble to be honest

-I didn't have many ideas for what I could do with his outside of making the star into the snow flake symbol he has on his gi in the movie.

-While I was making it I decide to try and give elements that made it look like his og heart core in the show.

-I kinda wanted pixal to be included somehow and needed to make the shoe look more balanced so I added her markings on the side so that there was both parts of his heart on both parts of the shoe.

-The heel part was a last minute choice. I was trying to make it look like the gold head piece on all of the ninjas masks cause I thought it would look cool but the overall shape was a bit off.

-I think I should have left it there and made it just the solid gold piece but there was a square on the heel of my shoe that said the logo and stuff so I decided to include that and made it the birch forest that he unlocks his tree potential in.

-But idk it think it makes the shoe look all over the place

Jay's shoe

-So with his I ended up making the point of the shoe have lightning strikes on it

-I didn't know how to draw lightning or how I would go about outlining it so I left it where it was.

-I made the little metal pieces look like gears to reference his inventor past instead of just having regular ones.

-I added a quote on his that somehow got...smudged off? Huh I wonder why jay would smudge it off...

-The backround is also on Jay's shoe and his only. You could probably give that some sort of meaning but I was tired so i couldn't come up with a reason tbh

-Overall I wish I had done more with it like make the laces be in the shape of lightning or something but I was heavily focused on the refrence photo that I didn't think to do it since it was already too complicated in my eyes

Lloyd's shoe

-I made the star into the little design movie lloyd has on his gi cause i love him and thought it would be nice.

-And yellow laces!!

-Originally I was just gonna do some plant stuff with his (I didn't have any design ideas I just thought that the whole life = nature thing) but then I looked at my shoe for a second and I was like-

"Oh my shoe looks like the wing of a dragon!!"

-And I told some classmates that and they were so confused. And were just like "????" So I showed them a picture of my shoe that I drew on to show them my vision:

-They still didn't get it but I thought the idea was cool so I went with it anyway!

-The shoe anatomy is off but I really like the idea of it so it was fun to design which is good!

Garmadon/Wu's shoe

-So I knew that since there was a big chunk of space in the picture and I couldn't decided to either do garmadon (all the ninja +their enemy) or wu (all the ninja + their sensei aka the good side)

-I talked to coconut about it and they said that I could make one shoe that was Yin and yang with both of them!

-I thought that was really cool and wanted to do it but I realized that no matter what position I put the shoe in, it wouldn't fit that whole chunk of space. So I decided to make it a Frankenstein shoe!

-Wu and garmadon have their own shoe, but their's are stitched together, making both of their little star circles combine to make the yin and yang symbol!

-Underneath is both of their head pieces that I decided to make into an hour glass shape (representing their immortality but also the time twins situation)

-Then on the bottom part I made it wu's staff and a snake for garmadon with the white part having yellow and purple blend into eachother.

-I think this one is really nice.

Overall

I can see a lot of mistakes I made with this piece, rather that was design choices, line art mistakes or bad shoe anatomy there's definitely stuff I could fix if I ever decided to recreate this. But with this piece I realized something pretty important-

My art (and anything I do) doesn't have to be perfect for me to still feel proud of it. It doesn't have to be masterful or something that my teacher would show off to others to be happy about it. I think mine was pretty good for someone who's only done serious water color a handful of times and I took time and effort into this and tried my best and that's the best thing I could do. I'm happy with this!

[strawberrylegend]

What do you think about naming the tag and your villains AU as reverse linked or reverse hero or something similar like that(?)

I only suggest that, you can consider them or not, it's up to you because that idea was in my head lately when I first saw your meme about ravio and legend.

You maybe don't know but dang, HE.IS.SO.HOT!

Like, he is so beautiful, so cool and so so handsome 😍🤤💗💗. The mark, the trace, the vibe, the way he acts and dressed. All of them, I have to clear all the space in my heart just to make room for him.

Then I immediately check your blog. Hylia, they are so BEAUTIFUL!😔💗💖

How can you create such gorgeous and wonderful design and idea. I'm really in love with them at the first sight 😍 (I want to lick the screen so much because they're too good😔)

After all, sorry for the ramble but I just want to tell you my thoughts and love with your AU. Have a nice day

OMG! This is the first time I've ever received such a long long review .....! Gosh I've been confessed! Thank you so much for liking the idea of my evil abortion au!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

I've actually written a lengthy fic for this and have updated it to 11 chapters at home, which I intend to post on the ao3 site in the near future, as well as preparing designs for each Link for this, though I'm still working on them for this; as well as creating some of the related artwork, which I can now disclose to this self-titled tag: Reverse Villains Linked! As for their settings, I think I need to spend some time converting the Chinese into a language you can understand.😋😋

The drawings I've posted were created during the June-September period, so the style of drawing has changed a lot, and I can see that I've made a lot of progress!🌹🌹🌹

[eustasskiddsprosthetic]

"I trust you. I like you." — a potential fic based on this (x) Detailed notes on Sabo's design below!

For him, I initially thought of him as a shark of all things. I say that despite not knowing how to draw sharks uh. Here it is below.

I wanted him to be a big boy and have this immense size difference with Law. He's the tallest among the ASL trio and that meant he should be the biggest merman out of the three. He's not necessarily buffer but he just has a larger frame and a longer, more muscular tail.

I also wanted him to look like a freak, a huge figure with obscenely sharp teeth. I found images on Pinterest with sharks with scars that seemed to slice through their skin and I wanted to incorporate that throughout the design. A homage to Sabo's scarred eye, if you will.

He had horns too, for some reason. I just thought it looked cool.

However, what I didn't like about this design was that it didn't read like Sabo, or at least the version of Sabo I envisioned in my head. Hence, I gave up on it. It was sort of devastating because I wanted to try something new, but we move on!

Without a clear idea for what I wanted, I spent a lot of time struggling with not just Sabo's design but with what I wanted the illustration to be overall. Later that evening, I scrolled through Pinterest (again) and found images of eels and that just clicked.

They're just the right combination of cute and just downright weird. They have that snake-like look to them, which echoed my initial shark design. On top of that, they don't look as derpy from the front as compared to sharks.

I did try again to make Sabo freaky, as shown by this sketch below. It's based on a scene from that potential fan fic, where Sabo saves Law from drowning and his inner freak shines through. I imagined a dark lighting situation where Sabo's scars are the light source. It'll be quite creepy and I'd like to manifest this vision someday!

Anyways, from here, I focused on making Sabo look cool and pretty for the illustration. I retained his human face (I am not good enough for furry art) and focused on making his tail look SUPER cool.

It's interesting to me that with this revision, I found inspiration in my initial 'failed' design. I still kept the star-shaped scars and placed them on his tail and body.

They're blue because (1) I wanted to respect Sabo's colour palette and (2) I was inspired by those ocean creatures who glow underwater. I feel that would be a good plot point like Sabo would be insecure about that because it's admittedly kinda scary but Law would think it's reassuring.

That's all I have to say about the designs. I have ideas for Ace and Luffy, but I haven't sketched them out concretely yet. I'm thinking lion fish for Ace and a cute black fish species called the Pinnate Spadefish for Luffy.

The Pinnate Spadefish has one bold red/yellow stripe and I like to think that Luffy as a merman just painted it on to look like Ace. He shifts between red and blue to imitate his Cool™ older brothers.

But yeah, that's all. I needed to yap about this, so if you read this far, thank you for reading!

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

Rewind the Timeline AU

Warning! Light bleeding

Author’s note : Here’s the partial design for the Rewind the Timeline AU! Bill Cipher, reborn a human, forced to survive alongside the Human civilization and on a mission to regain his strength and take over the world. He will be the main reason for anachronisms and the spike of vocabulary usage with words like “yeet”.

There are some gray areas in the timeline since Bill would be either hiding away from the human civilisation or not changing his aliases, but I will later finish drawing the missing designs which will fill some crucial spots in the story (e.g.: 1950s, when Bill will try to reclaim the name ‘Silas Birchtree’ after finding out that there was a human cult leader going by that moniker who had lots of devotees worshiping him in his triangle form.)

This is both the most and least “compatible with TBOB” story idea I had so far, although I haven’t read the book in question yet.

Here are two extra drawings :

left: Bill C. in Gravity falls, during the portal building operation, in blond. (I don’t know where his crack scar went , I guess I must’ve deleted it by accident)

right: William *Bill* C. in college during a party (ooooh boy, that guy will get drunk, hook up with Ford and have many regrets-> namely developing serious feelings for Stanford and seeing his plans of world conquest crash and burn)

— -x- —— -x- —— -x- —

Afterparty: (Bill dragged Ford to a party after they were done with their session, and partied a little too hard)

Bill, extremely tipsy, sitting on the bed with Ford: Si-*HIC* Sixer—lets do terrible things…anatomically, like humans do. I’ll let you calculate my angles with trigonometry—-

Ford, slightly less drunk: * stares at him blankly, slowly feeling his cheeks flame up* Wha—NO! Uh… maybe later ? When we both have a cleared head? How about instead—Oh, while we’re here, can I see your eyes? You never take off your sunglasses, so I’m curious about what they really look like—-

Bill, now blushing madly, clutches the sides of his face protectively: NO! I’ve-*HIC!* They look awful , I do-*HIC!*n’t think you’d like them…

Ford, leans in and carefully plucks Bill’s hands away, removing the glasses: * his eyes widen in surprise* Oh!

Bill: …Paint incident , I swallowed yellow paint as a kid.

Ford:…

Bill: Okay, okay!I-I got jaundice--

Ford: Bill—

Bill: *now panicking * AHAHA-It’s a birth defect, TOTALLY not a sign of being reborn as a demon in human form—(Internally: I’m a creature beyond human understanding, why do I need to answer to anyone? I look fine, my eyes are normal!) Ahhh, Sixer will you cut it out? Don’t look, dONT LOOK! * tries to pull his shirt over his face*

Ford: *looks at him in awe* But you’re so pretty, why hide them at all ? It’s like I’m looking at two stars- or suns- Wait, suns are stars. Or are they? They are, right? * scratches his head* Holy Moses, I should’ve not taken so much to drink, I don’t usually go to parties—

Bill: *turns completely red*… Give me ba-*HIC!* Back my glasses— *Pats the entirety of Standord’s face, retrieves his sunglasses from Ford’s hand and places them back onto his own nose, grumbling* You’re a stup— *HIC!* Hateyouformakingmefeelstuff.

— -x- —— -x- —— -x- —

[synthaphone]

took a stab at tweaking the Darigan Chia- it was a good lesson in humility, if I'm being honest. Its never been my favorite design, so I went overboard at first with changes, and then ended up reigning it back in and feeling more appreciative of the original design then when I started.

(my original 'heavily redesigned' version before I walked it back a little)

The main things I wanted to change going in:

the spots not having shading

the face looking silly instead of intimidating

unclear attachment of the horns + the one closest to the viewer looking like it was attached at a weird angle

the claws on the feet looking like a mustache and not looking attached

the weird little claw at the base of the wings, which is incomprehensible to me

the angles and positioning of the back spikes - two of them seem like maybe they're coming from the back of the arm, but its unclear, and they also create a weird tangent with the already confusing wings

Shading the spots was easy- I ended up adding a few more too, since the value of the spots is so similar to the value of the shadows, the design felt like it needed a few extra that overlap the shaded area. After I decided I wasn't keeping my tailed redesign, I went back and added even more spots to the forehead- if I kept something else from that version, it'd probably be those spots, I think they look nice.

The funny face with the visible lower teeth implies an underbite to me, so I redrew it a little fiercer. I also played around with the idea of a cuter vampiric happy kitty mouth, but it felt too different from the original design.

I understand the original artist's decision to design the eyes the way they did them (the upper line of the eye is the chia's original eye, so if you put contacts on them they look weird but Less weird than they will on completely redrawn eyes), but decided to give my edit the Darigan Wocky redrawn eyes treatment instead, since the base Chia eyes are, imo, kind of awful.

While I made their attachment to the head more clear, I feel that I failed to make the closer horn aligned properly, and I don't think how I drew the rings on the horns makes sense with how they attach to the head either. Symmetrical curved horns are so hard to draw in perspective, and I suspect the original artist had way less time than I spent on my attempt, too. Maybe someday it'll bug me enough to take another stab at it, but I'm setting it down for now, lol

I'm not 100% sure the bigger claws I ended up going with are an improvement either- while they look more attached to the foot and less like mustaches, you lose some of the teal color on the feet, and that color is nice.

I initially redrew the wings completely, but ended up liking the shape of the original wings way better- mine feel cluttered, and my attempt to bring the teal back in a second spot doesn't have the nice contrast that the white webbing has. While I was making slight edits to the original wings, I realized that without the spike tangents and with the far wing re-positioned slightly, I probably wouldn't mind the strange little claws. Its not like this style of cartoon bat wing is realistic anyway.

Oh and I also gave my more elaborate redesign a tail because I felt like it looked like it was gonna fall over, and slit pupils because uhhhhh, and I gave all of them shinier hair because I got carried away and its fun.

anyway! if you read all of that- wow thanks, i hope it was interesting!

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Compromising Positions: Part Four

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: An unsub is targeting and killing married couples, and you and Spencer go undercover in hopes of drawing out the unsub. Not only does it not work, but it opens a can of worms you don't think Spencer is ready to open.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

Before the night is over, there are many reports of a gunman shooting up a swinger's club in the comfort zone of the unsub. By the time you get there, the unsub has already left, leaving behind many victims who are either dead or injured. The hostess of the club is outside shaken up, eager to get through your line of questioning so she can be alone. Two coroners wheel a dead body past the woman who flinches back from the sight.

"Are you almost done? I can't look at this any longer."

"Almost, ma'am. The gunman tonight, did you know him?"

"James. He and his wife, Maryann, were fixtures here a year ago. They just stopped coming."

"Do you have a last name?" you ask.

"No. We don't share personal details like that."

"You have sex but you don't ask for last names?" She nods. "All of the victims here tonight were men. Do you happen to know why?"

"No."

"Do you know if he had the chance to shoot any women?"

"I was in the playroom with my friend. We locked the door when the shooting started, and he came in and he looked at me like I was nothing. So, no, no, I have no idea what he was after. I'm just glad it wasn't me."

"Ma'am, if the door was locked, how did he get in?"

She doesn't have an answer to that. You leave Derek's side and walk inside the swinger's club to where Rossi and Spencer are. The paramedics haven't cleared all of the dead bodies left so there are a few of them when you enter the room.

"This was the last victim. The unsub came from the living room into here."

"The hostess locked herself in here," you say. "It didn't seem to slow him down, though."

Spencer walks over to the door and inspects the lock.

"This is a deadbolt. The unsub could have easily shot his way through. He'd only pick the lock out of habit. The deadbolt is designed for security. It takes expertise to get past that."

You take out your phone and call Hotch to let him know.

"Hey, Hotch. What if our unsub is a locksmith?" You explain to him about the deadbolt. "We knew he was stalking his victims at the gym, but we never knew how he got into their lives. When you're working out, where's the one place you leave everything personal? In a locker."

"Once the unsub finds an alpha male, he can pick the lock, get their address off their driver's license, and duplicate their keys in his work van outside," Hotch agrees.

"Yeah, that's the missing piece to his MO. He got everything he needed from these men before they left the shower."

"Garcia's already ruled out gym employees and members. How's he getting in?"

"It could be a third-party vendor called in to install the lockers. They'd call him in when someone loses their key."

"Alright. Come back to the station. We'll work this up."

You, Derek, Spencer, and Rossi head back to the police station and let local police handle the crime scene. You're hit with a wave of stress as soon as you walk in, and you look to the right to see Penelope inside an empty office. She's overworking herself.

"Hotch. We need to rethink this unsub's decompensation. We thought his wife would be the next logical target, especially if she left him, but if it's other men, he could blame them for breaking up his marriage. It's the same thought process that started him hunting alpha males to begin with," Derek says.

"What does that tell us about where he might be going?"

"Nothing, but it might tell us where he's been."

"Decompensation means he's returning to his old patterns and habits. Maybe he did this before. After his wife left, he sought out some of her partners and killed them," you say.

"You want to look at unsolved murders?"

"Crowley can pull them for us and match them based on the unsub's caliber."

"Good, you might also need to give Garcia a hand working the locksmith angle?"

"Is she okay?" you ask.

"She's juggling two jobs. She might need some help."

"I got this," you say and walk to the office she's in. You knock twice before entering her space. She barely looks at you as she types furiously on her laptop. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Well, the gyms found out about the massacre so they're giving me information on the locksmiths, and that's a whole other can of worms." She does a double-take when she sees the look on your face. "I'm fine."

"Penelope..."

"Y/N, people are going to die because of me."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is. JJ did so much. I am in so over my head, I'm swimming--" She looks to the ceiling and flutters her lashes. "Oh, my God, I hate these things."

"Okay, you need a two-minute break." She opens her mouth to argue but you're not having it. "I don't want to hear it. Let me help you. Take them out. Where's your saline?"

"Front pocket of my bag."

You grab the saline packet as she removes one of her contacts. You sit down on the edge of the desk next to her chair and hand her the saline packet.

"Do you know what your only mistake has been since you started?"

"Oh, hooray. More criticism," she says sarcastically.

"You are trying to replace JJ. Nobody can replace JJ. Now take the other one out, too."

She sighs and does as she's told, placing both contacts in the saline solution.

"I'm not trying to replace her. I'm trying to do this job the way she'd want it done."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"What?"

"Humor me. What's your name?"

"Penelope Garcia."

"Does that sound like JJ to you? No, because you're not her. She was great at this job and you can, too, only if you do it your way and not hers."

You grab the contacts and throw them in the trash, and she gasps.

"Y/N, I'm a little blind right now, but it appears the rough blur that is you just threw out my only pair of contact lenses."

You grab her glasses from their case and slide them onto her face.

"There, you're looking more like you a little more. Because I know you, I know you have something in here that will help." You grab her bag and rummage through it until you find exactly what you're looking for. You pull out a small unicorn trinket and set it on the desk next to her. "Don't be like JJ. Be like you. She's pretty great."

"How often do I tell you I love you?"

"Every day through your actions. Now, can I help with the locksmiths?"

"You just did. I know what to do."

You smile and leave her to do her thing. You spot Spencer by the coffee machine and decide to get this over with now so that there's no more confusion between you two.

"Spencer?" He tenses slightly when he hears your voice but you're not going to let him off that easily. "Look, I don't want to make you uncomfortable here. I know this whole marriage thing freaked you out so just forget it happened, okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. How about this? We take things at our pace and when we both get there, we will talk about the next steps after that."

"Okay, deal," he smiles, relief flooding his body.

Penelope rushes out wearing something completely different than before. She is looking more like herself. She has her hair up high in two pigtails, purple makeup is on her eyelids, and she is dressed in a purple fun dress with a white fluffy coat.

"I got it! The unsub. His name is James Thomas. He did work at all the gyms the husbands went to. Is that not enough information? Oh, I have so much more. Last year he suffered from a condition called prostatic hyperplasia. The routine surgery took a wrong turn, snip snip, they had to remove the whole prostate tamale. Boss says he didn't show up for work today, but this is his home address."

She hands over the paper to Hotch.

"Garcia, you should have let me know before you contacted his employer. Otherwise, well done. We need a SWAT team at this address."

"I'm on it."

"Now that's how you do it Penelope style," you grin and wink at her.

The team immediately goes to James' apartment with the SWAT team. You knock once to let whoever is inside know that you're here before Derek kicks the door down.

"FBI! We're coming in!"

You rush inside with your gun in front of you and the SWAT team spreads out to start clearing some of the rooms. There is a woman kneeling on the ground in the kitchen as she looks for something in the bottom cabinets, and Hotch points his gun at her.

"Show me your hands." She puts her hands up. "Who are you?"

"Maryann Thomas."

She is kneeling on the ground with her back to you but you can clearly see the yellow wisps of energy dancing around her stomach. She's pregnant.

"James Thomas' wife? Where's your husband?"

"I don't know! He left for work this morning."

"There's a gun locker in the closet. It's empty," one of the SWAT members says.

"Get up. You're gonna help us find him."

Maryann slowly stands up and turns, showing off her very pregnant belly. If James got a procedure done, how is she pregnant? The baby isn't his and you have a feeling he knows about it.

"Please, tell me what this is about."

You bring her to the kitchen table and lay out some crime scene photos to show her just what her husband is capable of.

"This is who your husband has killed so far. Do you recognize the last crime scene? That's Amy Sanders' house where you and James used to swing."

"James is not a... He wouldn't do that."

"He would, Maryann. He would because he knows he's not the father of your baby."

"That's not true. James is the father."

She isn't going to budge about this so you don't push her on the subject right now. You leave her side and walk over to Hotch who is hanging out in the hallway so he can talk privately away from Maryann.

"She's not going to give him up. She's the wife of an alpha male. She depends on him psychologically."

"Is there any chance that the unsub is the father?" Emily asks.

"Garcia said the prostate surgery was over a year ago, and there's no record of insemination."

"How do we get her to admit it?"

"We need to ground her back into reality and give her something to hold on to for truth. Did you get those files we asked for, the unsolved murders?" Hotch asks.

"Yeah. I can have them here in five minutes."

"Good. If the unsub did kill someone in those files, it's most likely the father of her child. If it's an old swinging partner, he'd be easy to track down," you say.

"That's risky. If we show her the files and he's not in there, we could lose her for good."

"Hotch, let me talk to her. Let me try to get through to her. If the father of her child is in those files, it could get her to talk. That baby is the only thing she would prioritize over her husband. I know I can do it," you say.

"How?"

"Take away the fact that I'm a woman. Right now, two alpha males are in there attacking her marriage. She'll react the same way to anyone challenging her husband's dominance. I'm not a threat. I think she'll listen to me."

"Okay, I trust you."

x

Want to be tagged? Follow my library blog @aqueenslibrary​​​​​​ where I reblog all my stories, so you can put notifications on there without the extra stuff :)

[thefurriestofchows]

woah psychonauts art in 2024

if u just wanna look at the art and scroll ur good to do so :] if u wanna know where i’ve been, read below!! 💖

soooo, hi!!

i know, its been awhile since you’ve properly heard from me. i’m sorry :((

i got into psychonauts near the end of HS / beginning of college, and between COVID, graduation, and all the major changes in my life, it was an amazing place to just make art i loved and explore stories with the characters i love :]

as time went on, i began to step away from here to focus more on college and my work

i also got into different things since then! Barry, HLVRAI, just to name a few

i haven’t ever forgotten my love for psychonauts, not for a second, in fact, my inspiration for coming back here was watching a play through by a new streamer i found

watching someone react to it for the first time just made me fall in love with it all over again.

and now, here we are

i graduated, and now i’m fresh in the world trying to figure out what to do with my life

I’m currently figuring out a job and all that gross adult stuff, but even now in time of great change, i’m drawn back to the world of psychonauts

now the big question — what about the riptide au?

i’ll be honest: i reread riptide, there’s parts i like, parts i didn’t, and parts i completely forgot what i was setting up for

ive matured as a writer and storyteller since riptide’s conception, and i think it needs a refresher / boost

i think you can already see that from tholomew’s design — i tweaked a few things while i was drawing it (especially his shoes oh my god i had no idea what i was doing with his shoes before)

i haven’t forgotten any of psychonauts, even as my life heads in different directions. i think, right now, i’m gonna clear out my inbox for a fresh start. if you have any questions about the new riptide au, i’ll try to answer them when i have a spare moment in my day 💖

but yeah, i’m not dead, just got so busy and caught up with life i disappeared for a bit

but here i am again! four years later

but yeah, thats about it, thank you for sticking around :]

[lotte22324]

Hi, this is my first Oneshot ever and I am kinda nervous for yall to see it. This idea randomly popped into my head, I don’t know why.

Also, English is not my first language, so please ignore the mistakes.

Warnings: mentioning of the case and connected SA (but only in the beginning)

Summary: You are a profiler at the BAU. You specialise in linguistic analysis and also in having a pretty cutsie style. You and Spencer are both working late on a case and his stupid long hair annoys him but you luckily got some hairclips with you :)

(These are the bows that I am talking about btw)

You and the team were on the way to Cleveland, attending to a particularly disturbing case. Multiple mutilated victims were found, all indicated signs of sexual assault, post mortem. All of them were women but none of them looked alike. The only thing that they had in common were the position in which they were found. They all were layed down carefully with their arms crossed above their chest.

"The arms are a sign of remorse right?“

"Yeah, it’s clear that the killer has a conflicted conscience in the connection to the murders.“ said Reid. You turned your head to the right side to see your fellow profiler. His hair was long, longer than ever before, he was wearing a purple dress shirt with s simple tie. His converse were matching to yours, the only thing in common with your wardrobe. You were wearing a skyblue blouse with a dark blue pair of pants. The outfit was professional, the hair not so much. You wore two hairclips in the front of your hair because they would often fall in front of your face which annoyed you. The clips had two pink bows attached to them and they matched your pink earrings and nails.

"If the unsub feels guilty about the murders, we might be able to convince him to give himself up“ remarked JJ. Emily looked at her skeptical and held up the letter that the unsub left at the last crime scene, one of six: She will never stop, only I can fix it! "This says otherwise“

"It is weird that he shows signs of remorse but he also seems extremely certain of his resason to murder, what does he need to fix?“ asked Reid while he knitted his eyebrows together, like he always did when he was thinking. It looked too cute, you couldn’t stop the smile creeping up on your face. "Linguistically, it’s clear that the "she“ that he speaks of is one specific person, probably some sort of authority figure for him, probably a mother“ you remarked. Hotchner nodded his head, a plan already in mind. "Y/l/n you will do a linguistic profile, try to find a pattern or identification marks in all of the letters. Reid, look at the geographical pattern, the locations where the bodies were found might give us a clue where the unsub lives. Morgan and Rossi, you two go to the last crime scene, Emily, you and I will interview the families. Lets catch this guy!“

„I guess your stuck with me at the precinct, pretty boy!“ you said playfully to Reid but all he did was blush and turn his head awkwardly to the side. Morgan shoot him a knowing look but you didn’t think about it too much.

Later that evening, you and Reid were the only ones left in the room designated for your investigation. A hot cup of coffee was standing in front of you, you knew you were in for a long nighty You had been looking at these letters for hours on end, trying to find identifying markers. The only thing that became apparent is that the letters and the murders are definitely about the unsubs mother. They were all about 60, the letters showed clear signs of conflicted hatred and love toward the mother and connected abuse. Maybe she hit him or she was just a very dominant personality who commanded all the men in her life and broke their will if she needed to. Reid was also standing in front of his map for the last few hours, rearranging the pins and drawing new circles and xes on it. Looking over, you did not see a clear pattern at all but maybe his genius brain could make sense of all of the colors on the board. Your eyes shifted from the map to him and the way he kept adjusting his hair. He wanted to tuck it behind his ears but it fell into his face again and again. "Ugh, why? Maybe I need to cut my hair again“ he mumbled annoyed. "Nooo, please don’t! I like your hair like this“ you answered quickly. "But its always in my face and whenever I tuck it back, it falls in front of it again“ Reid remarked, pushing his hair back aggressively. But all it did was fall back infront of his ear and Reid let out an annoyed groan. You stood up and moved towards the man: "here, take one of my clips! My hair is long enough so that I can easily tuck it behind my ear“ you said, quickly taking one of the bows out of your hair. As you kept going, the clip in your hand, he looked at you skeptical: "thank you, y/n but I don’t think that would suit me as much as it suits you“

You blushed involuntarily at that indirect compliment, "oh come on, no one is here anymore, you won’t be less of a man if you wear this pink bow in your hair!“ you rolled your eyes as you halted infront of him with a questioning look. „Okay, fine“ he hesitantly answered and you gave him a reassuring smile. You leaned forward, pushing his hair back as you clip in the pink bow. You felt how soft his hair was. As you let your hand trail down his head, you let it linger a bit too long. Just as Spencer cleared his throat, you realized that and let your hand fall quickly to your side. "All done, you look cute“ you blushed as you took a step back. But your blush didn’t compare to his. The minute he saw himself in the reflection of the glass board where he drew his map on, his face turned as red as a tomato. The pink bow clearly on display, matching to yours. Now not only your shoes were matching but also your hair. "Uh, thank you y/n“ he said after a while. But you didn’t even realize what he said because all you could do was stare at him. He had never looked this cute in his life. Not with his glasses, not with any of his haircuts. You felt a fluttering feeling in your tummy. Here he was, Spencer Reid, wearing your pink bow in his hair. You couldn’t believe the sight you were witnessing. Even though you didn’t have an eidetic memory, you would never forget this. As you kept starring at his face, your brain filling with all the accessories of yours Reid could wear, he kept staring right back. But instead of thinking about all the different hair clips you had, he couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked. The slight blush that spread over your face, the blown pupils as they were looking at him. The way your mouth was slightly opened, the curve of your lips perfectly kissable.

"Yo, I forgot my-" Morgan stepped insight, both of you taking a step back, not realizing in the moment how close you two were standing and looking embarrassed towards Morgan. "Uhm, sorry for…disturbing, I just forgot my wallet here“ he said, moving toward the table. Your eyes shifted, there it was, lying underneath all the letters you had just looked at. "Alright, have a good night you two! Pretty bow, Reid, your lil girlfriend should lend you her things more often“ Morgan winked as he walked out of the room. Both of you stood there in silence, looking down onto the floor. Spencer raised his hand in embarrassment and tried to detangle the bow from his hair. "Noo, you look so pretty with it Spencer, you shouldn’t give a damn about Morgans opinion!“ you reassured him. He gave you a smile as his hand slowly fell down. "You know that is not fair“ Reid remarked. "What isn’t fair?" You looked confused. "Well, I would wear anything as long as you think i‘m pretty even if that would be the most impractical thing on this planet.“

"That can’t be true!“ you laughed.

"Do you remember four months ago when we saw that shampoo ad on some billboard in Texas with a man on it with long, shiny hair?“

Honest to god, you really didn’t. "Uhm, not really…“

"Well, you said that you love men with long hair and it seemed like you looked right at me. I, obviously had short hair at that time. But from that moment on, I decided to let my hair grow longer“ Spencer confessed.

"You grew your hair long because of me? Because I said that I find men with long hair prettier? That makes no sense, why would you care what I think about y-" then it hit you. He wanted you to find him attractive. He wanted you to see him as pretty. You took a step towards him, his gaze avoiding you, he seemed more focused on his shoes than on you. "Reid" you said quietly, him still not looking at you. "Spencer, if you don’t look up now, I’ll leave and you’ll never find out what I’m thinking about right now“ you threaten, his gaze hastily rising. You took another step towards him, this time a bit less sure than before. It seemed like time froze as you slowly raised your hand towards Reids face. "May I touch you?" You asked hesitantly, knowing that he wasn’t the biggest fan of non-consensual physical touch. He nodded his head and finally met your gaze. His eyes shifted up and down, between your eyes and lips. As you cupped his cheek, it seemed like the spell on him was broken. His face inched closer and closer until his lips met yours. The tension that you felt for the last few months finally found an escape and both of you seemed to feel relieved. His hands found your waist, as he pulled you closer to his body, your other hand tangling itself up in his hair. After a few moments both of you had to pull away to gasp for air. Smiles crept up on both of your faces as you realized what had just happened. He didn’t let your waist go, you didn’t want him to do that anyway. "You know what, Reid?" You asked humorously.

"What?" He asked back.

"I wanted to do that even before you let your hair grow out“ you answered him truthfully. Ever since you joined the team, you wanted to kiss him. It didn’t matter what his hair looked like or if he wore his glasses or not.

"You’re joking right? All of this agony for nothing then?“ he asked dumbfounded, pointing at his long hair.

"Oh no, definitely not for nothing! I got to see you wearing my pink bow and that is a sight, that I will never forget!“ you giggled and pulled him into a hug that he happily reciprocated.

P.S.: I hope you guys liked this, it is kinda strange to always read fanfic and now actually writing it. I guess my Spencer Reid obsession made me do it :) yall will probably understand, hahahaha.