#i humbly plug myself

[uisceb]

Pairing: Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Gideon Nav

Rated: E

Word Count: 124, 464

Status: Complete

In the aftermath of God’s death, Harrow and Gideon trip and tumble their way through what it means to be on the “lovers” side of “enemies to lovers” while facing the uncertainties of a universe with no God, and a House on the brink of extinction.

Featuring: nuns losing their religion (and finding new ways to worship), chainsaw-armed skeletons, smut, religiosity, more smut, Third House birthday shenanigans, power dynamics, Serious Discussions about the merits of tentacle porn, a smorgasbord of bad puns, and if you can believe it, even more smut.

This is a continuation of She Puts the Fun in Funeral but can easily be read as a stand-alone.

Both fics can be read here

Enjoy <3

[princessbrunette]

toxic ex rafe would pick you up from a bad date no matter how pissed he was at you bc at the end of the day nobody can make you cry but him duh 🙄 he had ur best interests at heart not them! - 🐰

he’s not that toxic really in this but i couldn’t help myself

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he’s already rambling as he shows up, rolling his window down as he pulls up into the parking space next to where you stand. “what, this guy doesn’t drive or what? who fuckin’… leaves a girl outside the restaurant ‘stead of driving her home? jesus, this guys got no game.��� he complains, all huffy and pissed off because why are you going on dates when you should be with him?

“‘said he had somewhere to be.” you mumble, humiliated as you climb into his passenger seat, fumbling for the seatbelt. when you can’t do it, he sighs and reaches over— pulling it across your body and plugging it in.

“yeah, real charming guy. i can imagine.” he shakes his head, turning to look out the back window as he reverses to turn the car around, an arm on the back of your seat. to this day the action still makes your stomach go funny.

he drives away, and for a moment there’s silence, just filled by the rumbling of the car and your pathetic sniffles.

“sorry for calling you. i know it’s not ideal—”

he waves you off with a lazy hand, eyes fluttering in irritation at himself for being so whipped.

“its fine— i— couldn’t just leave you there. s’dangerous.” he licks his lips thoughtfully before his eyes glance over at you. “what happened anyway? why’re you cryin’ over that nobody?” his nose twitches in disgust.

“you don’t even know who it was, rafe.” you wipe your eyes on the backs of your hands, refusing to look his way. he scoffs, a victorious if not slightly malicious smile on his face.

“you think people at the country club don’t talk? ‘course i do.”

another silence passes, because you’re frustrated.

“he was just so… rude. i’ve never been spoken to like that before… just made me feel like nothing on our first date. it was horrible.” your lip wobbles and he sighs.

“why are you taking anything that freak says seriously, huh? should’a known you were too good for him from the start. now his ego is boosted n’ he’s tryn’a humble you. i know how guys work, baby.” the nickname slips out on instinct and you almost wince. moving on from rafe has been hard, because as problematic as he is — he feels like home, and after the day you’ve had you want nothing more than to backslide and let him scoop you up in his arms and make it better. you sniff, a gentle smile gracing your features as he pulls into your drive.

“so wise of you, what happened?” you joke as he stops the car, head turning to glance at you but getting caught in your gaze, unable to tear his eyes away from your beauty.

“its called maturing, alright? became a man.” he tries to sound nonchalant, but even then its clear he’s trying to prove himself as better. you nod before reaching for the door handle.

“thanks for the ride, rafe. i appreciate it.”

“yeah.” he blinks, not looking at you. you climb out the car, shutting the door and as you begin to walk away, he winds the passenger window down once more, leaning over to speak out of it. “wh— hey.”

you turn around, tilting your head curiously. “cut that guy off. i mean it.” he raises his eyebrows and you nod, still naturally obedient towards him which makes his chest clench.

a week later, you spot your date at the beach with a big black ring around his eye. you wonder where it came from.

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[nights-at-crystarium]

on authenticity

My mood in the recent months keeps going from bad to worse. Today I randomly fell into the rabbit hole of checking out other patreon artists, which always grounds me in reality and cheers me up, perhaps in a weird way. Essay incoming \o/

Authenticity is a blob of a word that sounds almost pretentious nowadays. It gets sneered at. You either sell your soul, or you don't earn with your art.

What's authentic, being true to yourself, will vary from person to person. It's like a sliding scale of suffering that you will tolerate in exchange for a coin, while convincing yourself that you have fun.

The harsh truth of modern world is that if your art pays for your living, you've already reached success, no matter how you may feel about the type of content you actually make for that money. Insert the meme furry nsfw art here. Or not furry. Or even sfw, but comms, lots of comms every month. Or merch. Anything that sells. Products first, art second.

Marrying passion and profession is virtually impossible, yet I'm doing it, only thanks to your support. I'm acutely aware that, even as I choose to be "real" and talk about an artist's money-making in a raw way, it's still patreon talk, and yes, I'll plug the link as well, so technically this entire post is an ad *fingerguns*

I just feel so privileged being able to create whatever the fuck I want, literally, I take no comms/requests/guidance on what and how should I draw/write, I post experimental, sometimes provocative stuff, and still make enough to survive. This sole fact should get me through the day, whatever other struggles I may be facing currently (I am. I don't wanna talk about it rn, instead I distract myself with this text), I should always remember the unique place in life I managed to carve for myself.

There are madmen (gender-neutral) who toss $10-20 at me every month. The majority "only" pledges $1, the notorious tier that gets treated as a tip jar with no rewards by many other creators. All of my rewards are the same at $1 and $20 (save for the one-time digital artbook download at $10, just to be perfectly clear), it's a conscious choice and a risk I continue taking because it's how I am. I used to split rewards between tiers in the past, before xiv, and it was a lot of busy work while it made me treat my art less as art and more as product. This pic goes into the cheap box, this pic goes into the expensive box. Every month. It's. Definitely not for every artist.

Logistic hell of splitting and delivering rewards, different posts with less comments per post, also my discord roles/channels would have to be split, nowadays it's just patron, whether you give me $1 or $20, there's no visual disparity, you're hanging out in the same cool kids' club, and collectively making happy noises on Fragments Fridays.

Could I be making more money if I got rid of the $1 tier? Yeah. But, mercifully, after 2 years I don't need to. I legit make enough currently, my only worry is to keep what I have. Patrons don't stay forever, 2-5 people would leave every month, about the same number would join (hence my patreon ads, I need to keep people reminded of it, even if it makes me feel guilty every damn time). I did Research (tm) in the past to find out that my "bleeding" numbers are below average, i.e. it's good, people generally tend to stick around.

I put a lot of emphasis on the $1 because I'm kinda proud of what I managed to accomplish while staying self-detrimentally humble. Literally doing an impossible thing in a world that keeps burning down. So yeah if you've been feeling bad for only giving me $1, what matters is that there's enough $1s to make a difference. Together you're creating a phenomenon, and you should be proud.

There are many stupid little principles, hills that I'll die on, that make up my authenticity. I chose to speak of it here and now in order to sorta sell myself, so it feels hypocritical x'D But if I don't shine a spotlight on this, who will. I'm old and jaded and increasingly terrified of how insincere the internet's becoming. Everything's fake, sugarcoated, polished for sale. My art's always been a scream of defiance against all that, now that I'm more or less established, I wanna scream louder. Thanks for hearing my screams. You can scream with me too if you want.

[seokmattchuus]

Na Kamden as a dom

Prefacing this by saying I am very delusional.

This is in no way accurate by any means bc all I've seen from other content is the opposite of this.

I wrote this for the sake of my sanity.

But moving on.

Somewhere in the middle of hard dom and soft dom but if you push enough, you get a brat tamer.

No, I will not elaborate because I don't even know what that means.

It just makes sense, y'know?

Like,

He's nice until he's not?

But when he's not nice anymore, he will fuck you up?

Definitely might take him some time to get there, but you can't tell me he wouldn't make the best brat tamer.

Like,

On the regular, he's not too strict but he's also not the most lenient.

Mostly because he uses his height to his advantage.

He doesn't need to you the voice because all he has to do is take a little step towards you and look down at you and boom, a natural brat-be-gone.

Can't blame you, though.

If he stepped towards me after being a brat, my five-foot-one-and-a-half ass (the half counts, okay) would cower like the chihuahua that I am (got that dog in me, y'know).

Like.

My hypothetical timbers shiver at the thought (in a good way).

But brat tamer Kamden?

:3

He likes to use pet play as a funishment.

Because he's still trying to give you a chance to make it up to him.

And he's also not trying to ruin you completely.

Just a little bit.

The degradation of having the full kitty get up is enough to humble you so you're not pushing it.

Ears, collar, tail, no clothes.

Because kitties don't wear clothes.

He uses the leash to keep you in place.

Or keep you from looking away.

He'll pull you up to be right in front of his face and hold you there.

He's a lover of forced eye contact so he can watch you struggle not to close your eyes.

Which leads to my next point:

If he is trying to ruin you completely, the tail might be a plug.

That vibrates.

Ororor

Maybe cuffs you to a cage and refuses to touch you.

Maybe uses a fuck machine instead. Because you obviously aren't going to listen. Why would he even try?

And he'll be mean about it.

"Awe, does someone want me to let them out?"

"If I let you out, don't think I'm going to make you cum."

"You get the machine, or nothing at all."

Or you're only allowed out if you're going to get yourself off.

Bc he's not about to reward you.

"You didn't want to listen, so you obviously don't need me."

"Show me how much you need it, and I might touch you."

I will not expand on this for my own sanity because I'm not trying to give myself thots. It's almost 4am.

Moving back to regular dom Kamden.

He loves reminding you how small you are compared to him.

All the time.

Holding hands and talking about how small yours are in his.

When you're sitting on his lap and he just towers over you.

Or his hands on your thighs.

Or when he has both your wrists in one hand.

Or when he's holding your wrist and his hand is just. So big.

He loves to verbally remind you, too.

Usually cooing at you.

Gives caregiver vibe lowkey, but he also just seems like the type to baby you anyways.

"My little baby."

"Look at how cute you are." (usually while pinching your cheek)

When he's feeling generous and wants to see you correct your own behavior, he likes keeping track of how much you're misbehaving.

I'm talking using a clicker all day.

And the final number could be anything, really.

How many times he's going to deny/keep you cumming.

How many spanks you'll get.

How many minutes he'll go without touching you (he might multiply it by two just for funsies)

Or how long he'll go on teasing you.

If he's feeling not-so-generous.

He's using the three-strike method and announcing them very loudly.

Does not care if you're around others.

Nope.

Counting down from three while walking towards you.

Or giving you silent signals to check you.

Bc he knows you're looking at him after messing up.

But he loves the attention.

And loves that you're doing it for his attention.

Wouldn't have it any other way, truly.

He also likes to threaten you with what he's going to do to you once you're both alone.

Just to rile you up some more.

But his aftercare game?

Unmatched.

He's gonna let you both nap before he washes you up.

Let's you relax in the bath after cleaning you so he can work on some food or snacks. Whichever you're in the mood for.

But you do get a big glass of ice cold water.

With a bendy straw :)

He gives you his softest hoodie to wrap yourself in while you both cuddle and watch tv.

Wraps his big ol' arms around you and holds you close while feeding you and maybe the occasional forehead kiss.

And asking if you're okay.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Nothing hurts, right?"

"My baby eats so well."

"Let me know if you need anything."

He's completely different from before. Total 180.

Big ol' softie.

[lqfiles]

strawberries , jaemin

he hates strawberries, yet he would never tell you that.

wc: 1.7k

“you smell nice.” jaemin’s voice startled you as he took a seat next to you, simultaneously greeting you. “thank you, it’s a new perfume i bought, i was worried people wouldn’t like it.” you smiled at him as he took out his books and turned to face you. “who cares about what others think, you only live once. worrying about other’s opinions doesn’t make you happy. despite that, i think you smell amazing so that’s what counts.” jaemin lectured you. there was no sign of a teasing and sweet tone, it was an unfamiliar deep yet serious tone. attractive, you thought. “oh.. thank you, you’re right. i don’t know why i was so worried.” your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes stayed stuck on his face that was still staring at you. you took notice of the new hair colour he carried on his head. a nice brown-ish tint that seemed to fade into almost blonde yet it still had its obvious blonde colour. “did you dye your hair?” you asked him, focusing back on your open laptop. he hummed. the two of you were seated in the local library where you’d usually meet. jaemin wasn’t someone you knew well. you didn’t even have his phone number. let alone know anything else about him other than the fact that his name was na jaemin and he liked to come to the library, every friday afternoon. that’s how you had met him. as the two of you had seen each other many times, it was a matter of time before you formerly introduced yourself to each other.

jaemin was interesting to say the least. someone who knows he’s was very alluring and attractive, yet is very humble about it, never once complimenting himself near others. he is a sweetheart but could also tell when someone deserves a cold shoulder. one moment he can be very talkative, next second he could be with his head deep in books. he surprised you every time you saw him. “you smell like strawberries.” jaemin noted, waking you out of your daydream. “huh? oh yeah. i love strawberries. do you like strawberries?” you asked, taking the risk. you were always intrigued by him and his opinions yet never had the opportunity to ask him any questions as he’d be reading something with his earphones plugged in. “strawberries, they’re okay.” he said, slightly stopping mid sentence as if he was wondering whether it was the right thing to say. “i’ll bring them next time, maybe we can share?” you asked. you were serious when you said you wanted to get to know him. “you don’t have to, i could buy them myself.” he said, sending you small smile. that was one of the many times you tried to shoot your shot with jaemin. whether it be as friends or more. you would spray the strawberry perfume on you like it was clothing that was supposed to cover you. every single friday, you’d drown yourself in the scent of strawberries. “he thinks it smells amazing.” you’d tell yourself through the mirror, a smile on your face as you’d make your way to the library. and every single friday, jaemin would compliment you on your scent. letting you know your efforts weren’t for nothing.

you had successfully managed to get his phone number and other socials, he barely had any. it made you more interested in. you’d initiate the conversation every single time, you wondered if it bothered him but he showed no sign of any burdens. you had saved his name as “jm 🍓” and couldn’t help but grin whenever the name would pop up as an notification. “you’re so interesting, na jaemin. i look like a fool.” you sighed as you ran a hand over your face to wipe away your grin. “you sure do.” the voice that resembled that of your friend, spoke from behind you. you jumped a little, turning around to face haechan who had a teasing grin on his face. “jaemin, huh?” he said, raising his eyebrow as he walked around to sit across you in the canteen. you weren’t surprised to see him, you were one of his only friends at the college, you always expected him around. “you know him?” you asked, slightly leaning in as you wondered how haechan knew about your library crush. haechan hummed. “used to be my primary school friend, i see him around sometimes.” he said, taking out his phone before showing you a picture of what seemed to be the both of them, smiling as they held each other’s shoulder. “that’s amazing, i need you tell me everything about him.” you said leaning closer. “do i look like haechan the cupid to you.” haechan sat back as he crossed his arms. “what do you even know about him.” he questioned and it once again dawned upon you that you were clueless about him. “he is humble, funny but can be serious when he needs to be, he was friends with you.” you counted the facts you knew about him, trying your best to come up with as many as you could. “that’s it?” haechan chuckled, trying to hold back his smile. “fuck off.” you pushed him. but you knew haechan was right, how could you crush on someone you barely knew?

“strawberries!” you exclaimed out of nowhere, startling haechan who’s eyes widened for a second. “strawberries..?” he repeated after you. it was obvious that he was lost with what you were trying to suggest. “strawberries!” you grinned as placed your hands on the table. “he loves strawberries.” you continued with a proud smile on your face. you felt like you were slowly defeating haechan’s point about not knowing him, but you were caught of guard when you saw haechan burst out laughing. it took him a while to regain his composure. “please repeat that again.” he asked as his laugh died down. “doesn’t he like strawberries?” you asked frustrated as you felt confused. “the na jaemin i know despises strawberries. unless this is a different jaemin, he more than likely is lying to you.” haechan smirked. a part of you didn’t want to believe it since haechan wasn’t the most trust worthy person when it came to telling the truth, but haechan also told you that he had known him for years and even met up with him every now and then. so, just to find out whether it was all an act or haechan was pulling another prank on you, you decided to take matters into your own hands. “hello..?” jaemin asked a bit confused as he eyed the lunch box that had a bunch of strawberries in it. “just for you.” you said, placing the lunch box in his lap, holding back your grin as you saw how his own eyes slightly widened. “for me?” he questioned, looking up at you. he seemed much more tense than he usually was and you were starting to think haechan might have been telling you the truth. you nodded. “what? i thought you loved strawberries. after all you keep complimenting my perfume.” you said, shuffling over to sit a bit closer to him. “yeah.. but that’s your perfume. i can’t eat perfumes can i? also i just ate something and i might throw up if i eat something else.” jaemin spoke in a rather fast pace and that was all you needed to know to confirm haechan’s claim. the library grew silent as you just stared at him. his own wide eyes staring right back at you. you chuckled. it confused him.

“haechan told me.” you confessed as you took the lunch box out of his lap, putting one of the strawberries in your mouth before eating it. “h-haechan?” jaemin stuttered, confused how his childhood friend came into the conversation. you nodded as you ate another one of the strawberries. “i told him about you, how i wanted to get to know you. he asked me what i did know, i told him the little things i knew about you. i guess your whole strawberry enjoyer persona must’ve been an act since haechan laughed in my face telling me you despise strawberries.” you continued to eat the strawberries before your eyes landed on his lips. he always had nice lips. a nice shade of pink. it was a bummer that he didn’t like strawberries, it would have been a nice sight seeing his pretty lips right next to the bright red colour. “i’m sorry.” jaemin apologised, tilting his head away to hide his embarrassment. “i was trying to start a conversation with you. i guess your scent was the first thing i picked up on and i just went with whatever felt right. i only made it worse for myself by saying that i found it amazing and next thing we know you wore it every single friday. i guess i’m good at hiding my dislikes am i not?” jaemin awkwardly grinned. “you sure are. next time, be honest. it would’ve been so much easier for the both of us because that would’ve meant i didn’t have to spray a whole bottle of strawberry perfume on me every friday, just so i could get the cute library crush of mine to notice and compliment me.” you smiled back, putting the last strawberry in your mouth. jaemin’s own smile widened. “well i guess i don’t regret it at all now that i know the pretty library crush of mine did all that just to impress me, of all people.” it had gotten dark quick, just like the first time you wore the strawberry perfume and this time, jaemin walked you to the door. “if i said i loved strawberries from today on, would you continue wearing it just to impress me?” jaemin turned to look at you. “i would’ve worn it either way, weren’t you the one who said i should do what i want without thinking of others?” the two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a second before jaemin leaned in and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a quick hug. “you’re right, do what pleases you.” a soft smile grew on his face before he took a few steps back. “see you next week.”

[cosssmicthing]

lookit. idk how to draw donnie, but slowly i am learning and building strength and knowledge. i will become so powerful one day that my tmnt drawings will be off the charts, you’ll be like “wow that’s so cool, this artist is actually amazing and sexy and powerful.” and i will be humble and thank you

i forgot to plug myself on my last post, but i have an instagram im trying to start fresh on called cosssmicthing (who woulda thunk), im way more active there and i only have two followers, so feel free to follow me there :)

[anxiouslyeccentric]

@three-dee-ess i figure im a lil late to the party but it'd be worng to not contribute my humble pile

From left to right top to bottom:

The blue 3DS XL belonged to my older brother, who let me use it to play my copy of Pokémon Y until our parents eventually bought me my own 2DS, the one all the way to the far right with its circle pad lovingly rubbed off XD. The XL 3DS for a few years was unplayable since my big brother had dropped it off of a desk while it was plugged in, damaging the charge port until i eventually found a place that could fix it, a place id eventually end up working at myself XD.

The orange new 2ds right below it was also my big brother's, this the replacement he'd bought and used after his first 3ds had its charge port damaged. From a few years stuffed in and out of tight pants pockers, the shell of the console became bent, and it had difficulty reading games until i ended up fixing the issue myself a few months after he decided to part with it.

The Special edition Pikachu 3DS was a Mercari find years ago when i was at my first job making bookoo money with no bills to pay, and decided 200 was a great price for Pikachu and him cheeks. Love this system, even though if you put it in sleep mode and carry it around for more than a few hours, it has an error and makes you turn off the system, so not a Walking-around-as-a-tourist 3DS unfortunately, but other than that and a minor chip in the shell, works perfect!

The blue base model is actually a modded japanese base model with a capture card installed! Ive yet to have time to properly use it in any kind of streaming capacity, but it's still with the box and has everything from the modder! I paid a pretty penny for it a few years back, but im not sure it would pull the same value today. Who knows!

The orange and white new 2ds with the target exclusive pikachu hard shell was a christmas gift from back in highschool. I spent many an off hour in my debate class's script room hunting shinys and playing pokemon Amie in my copy of Alpha sapphire for hours on end. Great times! It's lovingly adorned with stickers, and remains my most decorated 3ds.

And lastly, but certainly not least, my new 3ds with a healthy collection of kisekai plates. This was actually a 20th Anniversary pokemon red and blue edition that had its original box, inserts AND plates included with it! Paid about the same for the 3ds with the capture card, but this one had absolutely increased in price since my purchasing. The other plates id come across separately, all during my time with my first job. Generally i prefer having the 151 pokemon colored spites plates that are on it now, or the Blue Gingam Check plates, and i even purchased the matching theme for the system before the E-shop closed, so they match! This system is my current "main one" and has every pokemon virtual console software downloaded onto it pre eshop closure, and i just recently finally modded it for pretendo and Netpass, both of which work wonderfully!

Im really hoping pretendo can get the Pokémon chat Player Search System up and running eventually for Pokémon X, Y, omega ruby and alpha sapphire, since a bulk of my time with the 3ds was spent battling and wonder trading to my heart's content. I can only hope.

Currently im playing a lot of Tomodachii life, a game i picked up from my job last christmas as a gift to myself, and fantasy life! Both heavy hitters I'd recommend to anyone with a 3DS! But yea, buy a 3ds for a reasonable price, and mod that sucker! Use Net pass and play all the games you want! All emulation is ethical ethical emulation.

[finniestoncrane]

Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 33: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1k just a lil soft push in the right direction for my idiots 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: i really am just living vicariously through this, like sorry i self-inserted myself into the reader role so i could live out my emotional edde fantasies, it will happen again

You felt foolish, almost, as you tiptoed through the living space towards Eddie’s bedroom. It was such an obvious plot, so uninspired, so typical, like it was written for a bad porno. But it was the only thing you could think of, short of just asking him for what you wanted. And this way, if it backfired and he rejected your sexual advances, you might still be allowed to spend some time with him.

Knocking on the door, you whispered his name, loud enough that you hoped he’d hear. From behind the walls, you heard a loud snort as his snoring was cut short, and then a sleepy, grumbling ‘what?’ as he answered you.

“I can’t sleep. It’s freezing. Unless you want to get up and find another radiator that I can plug in somewhere, could I please just come in there and share-”

“Hurry up.”

Giddy at his quick agreement, you opened the door and ran to the bed, hopping in as fast as possible in case he changed his mind. But to your surprise, you found that he was more than welcoming, wrapping his arms around you and curling his body to the shape of yours, blanketing you in his warmth. And without realising it, you let out a small, satisfied sigh, as you wriggled into him. For a moment, you hoped he might not have noticed, that the slight note of affection and comfort at his touch might go unnoticed, but of course, nothing ever was with Edward.

“You know, I truly must be amazing.”

“And so humble too.”

You teased, but it was a facet of his layered personality that you found truly intriguing. His unshaken confidence in himself. It was something you admired, something you strived for in yourself. You didn’t think that you had the right qualities to pull it off, but it was hard to argue otherwise about Eddie. He was every bit as amazing as he thought himself to be.

“I tease. You are though, Eddie. You’re amazing.”

You slid your arm along his, resting your hand over the top of his own, stopping short of linking your fingers together. Too much, too soon you feared. An unfounded concern, you realised, as Eddie intertwined his hand with yours.

“I feel you have mistaken this as a statement of my self-confidence. I meant, I must be amazing… to have won the favours of someone like you.”

You were stuck in shock, unable to speak. Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes and you tried to swallow back the sudden wave of emotions that swept over you. In a bid to distract yourself, you rolled over to face Eddie, hoping that seeing his face wouldn’t send you into wailing, grateful, sobbing and instead would bring the familiar smile that he always inspired.

“A genuine compliment, Edward? I’m surprised!”

Laughing, with a wide grin pressing upwards the corners of his mouth, Eddie leaned in, his lips tantalisingly close to yours before he blinked and pulled back. Surprised by how close he had come, you instinctively pressed his buttons, teasing him for the slight hint of romance he almost displayed.

“Edward Nygma! Were you about to kiss me?”

“I was. I caught myself though.”

It was hard not to smile at the self-satisfied smirk he wore, pleased with himself, happy that he had managed to prevent any emotional depth from entering this intimate scenario. But when you tried to turn back around, he spoke, bringing your attention back to him.

“Would it have been so bad if I did? Kiss you, I mean.”

Your heart seemed to stop. Nothing there, nothing beating. Time itself joined it, a never-ending moment of bliss, exposure to yet more of Edward’s vulnerability and his true feelings towards you.

“Not at all.”

“Then why haven’t you said so before?”

Interesting, that he would push this on to you. You could feel his anger rising, as it did in moments of uncertainty, or when he felt he had been tricked into exposing himself for what he truly was; human.

“Beg your pardon?”

“I mean, no doubt you didn’t say anything because you imagined I might say no. You probably thought you lacked the relevant appeal. But I assure you that-”

“Are you pleased with how this is going, Eddie?”

Past the irritation he felt that you had interrupted him, he was actually grateful. It was beyond his control, his inherent need to place the blame on others when he felt he had made a mistake. Because Edward Nygma didn’t make mistakes. Although, he feared he had made so many since meeting you. The greatest one being that he hadn’t spent every waking moment kissing you. His eyes began to water at the prospect of lost time, but he blinked back the dreaded reveal of the intensity of his feelings.

“No. I’m not.”

“And would you like to kiss me again?”

“Yes. I would.”

“Well, then. You’re lucky I want to kiss you just as much.”

You leaned in once more, lips against his, dry and soft, surprisingly so. They were thin, shallow, but they felt sweet and tender, and the mere sensation of them on you felt perfect. It felt right. And when you pulled back, the desire to keep going almost pushed you forward once more. But it felt better to end it there, to let those soft, romantic seconds linger, to give them long enough to become memories.

“Good night, Eddie.”

“Good night.”

Instead of turning over, you rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him, his arms around you in return. Breathing softly, slowly, you tried to lull yourself into a sleep, trying hard to rest the giddy beating of your heart, the goosebumps which covered your skin as excitement filled you. So good were you at trying to calm yourself, that Eddie thought you had already drifted off peacefully into slumber, soothed by his presence, if he allowed himself to imagine he held such calming properties.

You weren’t quite asleep though, which meant you were completely aware when he placed a tentative kiss to your forehead, in on the secret that he thought was just for him.

[meraki-yao]

Hi Meraki.

I wish people would stop annoying you and dumping their anxiety/sadness/anger on you.

Afterall you're just a fan like the rest of us and you don't have all the answers. It's amazing that you like to help people btw. Love that about you ( I personally feel comforted reading your thoughts on TayNick and sequel but I know it must be hard having people ask u anxiously if you think a sequel is on the horizon).

Now to change the mood, recommend your favorite firstprince fics if u have any! I think we should all start a club and read fics together and discuss them.

P.N: is it okay to message you privately and become friends?

Hi! Oh my God this is such a lovely message. Thank you so much for this.

Thank you for looking out for me! But honestly, I'm... kind of used to helping out with other's issues? I do it a lot and fill in this role often in real life. And truthfully as much as I definitely need to learn to set limits and pace myself, I don't mind. I like helping out others, and in turn, I kind of feel valued and worth a damn in a way that I'm not in the main things (namely, current academics) of my life. But I do think people tend to forgot that I'm at the end of the day, a college student with a lot of issues and a lot of passions, and one of the youngest active members of the community who is still technically has four more months of being a teenager. Not necessarily a bad thing, I don't mind, but I do sometimes go "Me? But I'm just a kid! Why would they come to me?" But either way, I'm glad that this is something you like about me, it means a lot to know that 💕

Now Fics! Yes! Oh, I should make a list someday when I'm less busy, but for now, here's my favourite three RWRB writers:

SatinBird

congee4lunch

aliwrites07

And my current favourite fic is the killing kind , it's so fucking amazing. The writing, the pacing, the timeline, it's all so heart-renching that I teared up on the MTR (our subway) while reading it. And the writing style of the fic is the style I'm trying achieve. It's so good, I can't praise it enough.

But also! My friend @o0anapher0o 's fic Taylor Nick crossover fic New Information based on what started out as a half asleep delusional brainrot that I had that decided to stay in my thoughts. It's really humbling to have someone turn a small idea I thought of into something bigger and something so cool, and the story Anna writes is just so entertaining.

Also shamelss plug but I have 5 firstprince fics and I'm really proud of The Word of Your Body, which is also the first smut fic I've ever written

And yeah! Please do feel free to message me privately! One of the best things I've gotten since being part of the community is getting more friends, and honestly, I'm the most comfortable in one-to-one conversations. So if you wanna talk to me and be friends, by all means! ❣️

Thank you again for this ask my dear!

[low-poly-poni]

After a day I've decided to reopen my asks here on my art blog. I humbly ask that people only send me asks on-topic for this blog and/or DW drawing requests...

Very long, explanation under the cut...

I will eventually re-open my ask box on main... But please don't send GFM campaigns to me. I'm extremely ill, and normal, daily tasks are a very big struggle for me, and expecting me to also do activism/humanitarian work on top of my extremely rare debilitating migraines (Link goes to N.O.R.D.) has become impossible. I shouldn't have to explain the extent of my condition but I will anyways. I don't wish to close myself up out of malice; I'm just very, very ill... Much more ill than myself, my family, and my care specialists had originally thought.

Emotional distress, hormonal changes, trauma- are all causes of my Hemiplegic Attacks. I lose control of my left arm, my left leg, my left ear loses hearing, my left eye stops communicating with my brain, the left half of my face sags and I can't blink. When I talk, it makes me sound drunk. I can tell you my name, where I'm from, what day it is... but I can't move. I don't know where my limbs are in space. It's terrifying every time it happens, because it feels like the attacks are getting worse. I am afraid that one day it will be a stroke- and I won't come back from it.

I will continue to donate when I can, I will share/reblog campaigns my moots have shared and verified. I still believe in and support the Palestinian people, but I no longer have the physical or mental capacity to sift through that many asks to ensure I'm not being scammed anymore.

I am deeply sorry, I wish I could just will my illness away and keep plugging on, but there is no cure. There is no treatment or medication. There is only management of the symptoms, which includes removing myself from the situations that are causing the attacks.

I don't want pity, I just want to be seen and acknowledged for my disability. I'm sorry for being depressing, talking about this. I fucking hate talking about my condition because it makes people sad, but somebody needs to. It's an extremely rare disease (link) that very few people know about. I don't like the attention, and I don't like being pitied for my reality. I just want to make people smile and giggle or laugh. I just wanna be normal, and functional but its become extremely hard in this past year alone.

I won't talk anymore about this. I will try to go back to my regularly-scheduled silly posts... I just want to make people smile with my art. I hope that my art does make people smile. I like drawing things that make me giggle and I just wanted to spread that joy. I wanna spread my joy, and hopefully leave plenty of that joy behind before I eventually leave my flesh prison behind and go terrorize some celestial beings with my autism on my next adventure.

~Siggy

[daemondaes]

name: che

height: 5'3-ish. close enough to average. i can reach the top shelf, and at the end of the day, that's what matters.

nickname / s: chebureki, chechival, cheeble, chevalier, jam.

nationality: californian. 😎

favourite fruit: peach. 🥹🙏 strawberry is second. grape is third.

favourite season: spring? the benefits of summer hours with less of the summer heat. fall is nicer for layering tho

favourite scents: gasoline, bread, vanilla, citrus, books.

favourite animals: baby hippos (only baby), small dogs (esp chihuahuas), cows.

tea, coffee, hot cocoa: green tea, or else coffee with milk and, if i've been good, a sprinkle of cocoa powder.

average hours of sleep: uh. probably like 4-5 if i have to be somewhere in the morning, 8-10 if i don't.

when my blog was created: this incarnation? my earliest post was apparently 23 may 2020, so we're coming up on that 4 year anniversary 😏 but the first standalone cherry blog was from 2016? the oldest muse on here to originate on tumblr (ciel) emerged in late 2011. the oldest oldest muse on here originated off-tumblr in like 2008/9 on gaiaonline (talking abt u, naux).

# of followers: i normally wouldn't answer this, but i will tell u now that it is 365 just because that's such a satisfying number? got a buddy here for every day of the year 😎 that's a lie tho bc the number is broken and doesn't really fluctuate no matter how many people i gain or lose LOL i'm pretty sure like 4/5 people on the list are inactive tho, so please help me make more friends

random fact: my bedroom is ridiculously girly, soft pinks and pale greys and whites with gold accents, loads of pillows and plushes and decorative doodads, but i myself dress almost entirely in black. it's a little like putting wednesday in enid's room. not quite sure what that says about me.

favourite food: the humble tuna sandwich. i'm counting lemonade as a food here, just so i can add it in. i like lemonade even more than i like tuna.

favourite t.v. shows: flcl, dead boy detectives, good omens, i love lucy, king of the hill, the simpsons, lupin iii.

favourite movie: my letterboxd top 4 are some like it hot (1959), ghostbusters (1984), mad max: fury road (2015), and back to the future (1985)...but if i could have a fifth, it would be austin powers (1997).

sexuality: i like girls a lot more than i like guys, but i'm too busy and too broke to even think about that 😤

pronouns : she/they/any? idc abt labels and boxes, but it's weird that u're talking about me when i'm not there /:

favourite book series: howard the duck 😏 did you think i'd really make it to the end of this without mentioning him? this is also my chance to plug fly by night by frances hardinge, and its sequel, fly trap (or twilight robbery in the UK). there's also the monster blood tattoo trilogy by d.m. cornish that i desperately wish i'd held on to because it's apparently out of print now! my blood boils every time i remember. it would be remiss if i didn't mention a series of unfortunate events, just because i do think it was very influential for me. i'm about to reread the saga of darren shan/cirque du freak for the first time since middle school, so wish me luck 😤

favourite video game/s: god, fuckin...idk, tetris? roblox??? i'm not a gamer at all. i can't play anything unless i'm playing with a friend. that's a lie, i played baldgate3. the only thing i play is the sims 4. i'm trash

favourite subject: [scuttles around on all fours, twitching and foaming at the mouth] school bad! school BAD! (my three passions are history and fashion and film, but i don't love the academic system. Cs get degrees, etc. my own degree was in creative writing, and now i'm trapped in retail hell, so be smarter than me, kids! except also i hear even stem is useless these days? society is crumbling so bad, i—)

guys or girls: i prefer drawing guy faces and girl bodies. idk what u're getting at here

last time I cried: last night, conveniently

what I should be doing: taking out the trash, cooking up curry, cleaning the bathroom, polishing my spanish and diving into mandarin, writing, drawing, job hunting. continuing my goal of watching 365 movies this year. sweeping up the feathers of my cockatiel, galileo, because it's Moltin' Time. the usual 🤷‍♀️

favourite fandoms: i actually don't participate in fandom LOL i just lurk. chat about stuff in discord—DMs, not servers. i have so much art and music in my head, but i don't have the mobile dexterity and stamina for it anymore. maybe one day...

tagged by: @hatchetsfield (thanks, pidge!) tagging: anyone who learned a thing about me from this

[grox]

I. Love. To. Drive. I love to drive and listen to music. I usually just plug in my aux cord, but on special occasions I will use bluetooth. I love to drive on empty roads in the middle of nowhere so I can turn my bass all the way up without making the people of my humble town want to kill me. When there is anyone else on the road with me I have to turn my music down so I dont look like an asshole. While I do listen to music at home, I do not use headphones unless I am home alone. This is so I can keep an ear out for intruders. When I'm in the car, I don't need headphones, as I am surrounded by music. When I am behind someone, I still feel okay, because, well, we gotta share the road! I'm in no rush. When I am sandwiched between two cars I feel secure, as there is nothing I can control, if the asshole behind me hits my car the guy in front will know because I will will hit his as well, witnesses. But I cant be blamed for being too fast or too slow. I was just keeping up. When there is one guy behind me, nothing else, the road becomes a battlefield and I pray to god he is a road rage type, so that he gets mad, hits my car, blames me, and I can shoot myself and splatter all over him, or he beats me to death with a baseball bat and gets executed. Because I'm pissed too. I'm pissed too. And I'm a martyr, without a cause

[paging-possum]

Milwaukees your protocol

I spent so much time this week being like “ohhhh god I haven’t been working on my comic at all this week, where are the pictures” as if I haven’t been plugging away at the script nonstop. Everyday I wake up and I start writing and then I realize what I’m writing is really weak and then I start rewriting BUT the outline is fairly solid and I’m maybe ⅓ of the way through writing. This will get done and it will be interesting (affirmation) (prayer). 

As previously mentioned, I don't have that much art this week because writing, but I did decide that the characters in this one are going to all get fun unique little outfits because I ADORE putting those together! It’s like designing someone’s room, but you get to see it way more often in the story! Lyssa’s room will show up though, nobody worry, you WILL get to see her space at some point. While doing that I did realize that my roommate and I dress like Lyssa and Terry respectively which is humbling on my behalf but at least I’m in control of his outfits. And speaking of my roommate, the reason I don’t have more characters drawn is because I was going to do that last night but we ended up going through all her dating apps so I could have opinions about all the people she’s talking to and it was a BLAST. It also took 3 hours. But that's what my 14 hours on a bus this week are going to be for (lying to myself) (I will fall asleep immediately).

Of course he has blue hair and pronouns. Other projects this week! I'm drawing lots of cities so I'm doing lots of city studies! They’re very fun and VERY useful for some current things I'm working on >:] I’m hoping to do more when I go home for break this week and am no longer stuck on campus, but for now I’m working off photos my sister sends me since she lives somewhere way more visually interesting than I do. 

On the homework front, I made some very cool things this week! I had to make a piece using a rubber duck in ‘an atypical way’ and ended up making a comic I’m really happy with, but it also has a nonzero amount of me bitching about my old friend group being so obsessed with boys so I can’t really post it. But I can post some of it!

WHAT AM I LISTENING TO THIS WEEK:

Riverdale. Yes it’s a show, yes it’s still been such a core part of this week’s creative process that I just have to put it down. I’m finally getting to season 7 and GOD I love Riverdale everyone watch Riverdale so you can finally understand the triumphs and defeats the epic highs and lows of high school football. 

Too Polite to Fight by Autoheart

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley

Archie’s All American from the hit CW drama Riverdale

Also another blatant plug for my friend who introduced me to devlogs in the first place- she does a radio show on Wednesdays that I always listen to (it’s been running for two weeks but it’s just that good) (if friends or mutuals want to know when/where to listen you can message me and ask) Anyways, she posts the playlists on Spotify afterwards, here’s this weeks if anyone wants to hear it and future sets! a

[rbr-seb]

hello here i am humbly asking for fic recs, any kind but i’d really like to read some driver/OC ones (sorry in advance if you’ve already did this but i stumble on your profile recently) <3

Ahhh omg hi bestie!!! You've come to the right place....

I'm a huggeeee seb fan so naturally one of my first F1 fics ever was a Sebastian Vettel/ OC fic

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1037364 (Dodging the Heat by @itszephoria ) this is seb x driver!oc who has flaws, but is still a badass I have no notes...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17564282

This one is also a classic, very sweet ( The dynamics of love by F1_Fanatic)

Anything by @acollectionofficsandshit is gold. Their stories just make me want to ahshajdhaksjdn. I don't even go for the drivers they write for but their fics are so good I can't help myself. Personal favourite is Roman Profile (this is Danny Ric)

Same for @theringers . Excellent fics (very sexy) (I think Mick. And Pierre)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32015731 (Till Death do us Part by @wingsofanillyrian) is also one of my guilty pleasures .... I'm a sucker for a good power dynamic based fic. (Pierre Gasly mwah)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35710429 (cured my January blues by @redpaint) is probably my favourite xreader fic of all time. It's a very intellectual, yet sensual take on the fantasy it covers. 10/10 everyone needs to read this. (Also Seb)

Surprisingly wattpad has a great oc collection: https://www.wattpad.com/story/25744801-lifeline-sebastian-vettel (Sebastian Vettel again) was one I did not expect to like as much as I did. Decent writing quality I was very surprised. (Lifeline by lacellake) It has been a while since I last read it though.

Some of these are reader inserts minus the y/n so they're kinda like OCs except with no names.

Hope these work out! I would plug my own fix (Do it Yourself, you coward) but I took a break to finish it. I have a couple non y/n fics on my a03 too, if they fit your style. See my sideblog for errrrr... Spicier fics

[veritys-suspects]

My personal favorite suspects in each Mugshots installment

Stankowski Brothers: Muscles because he’s just a guy who loves his doggos :3

Notorious Gang of Four: BILLY CRIMP 1000% 🐧

Dentist Office Break In: Brace yourselves. This is gonna be a long one, folks.

In my humble opinion Chatty Cathy is THE best suspect in not just episode 11, but all of mugshots. For starters, she’s one of a sprinkling of female suspects in the show. Second off, she’s unique because she’s the FIRST female suspect, and also perhaps the shortest suspect, of all. Also, I like her look, and the fact that she NEVER stops talking, just like me! And last off, spoiler, she’s innocent! I know other people might have other favorite suspects, and I respect that, but to me, Chatty Cathy is the best!!

The Orchestra: All of them are pretty cool but I’m gonna have to go with Fingers Weinstock because from my child I always remembered he ate a traditional Italian meal of “LINGUIIINE FETUCCIIIINE AND CANNELOOOOONI”

The Lemon Sisters: This is a toughie because they’re all girls and I remember them from my youth but I’m going with Puddin because she’s innocent and likes sunflowers. But I love them all of course!!

Felonious Four: Sammy Six Toes because if there’s one thing I remember from that episode it’s that Sammy WAS IN ALASKA SNAPPIN PICTURES OF MOUNT RUSHMORE! Also I remember I used to be terrified of Lug Nut as a kid bcuz of the arrow thru his head

The Robber Barons: Lois probably because she’s the sole girl of the bunch YEEEHAW

Four Horsemen: Louis bcuz I like his vibe :)

Louis: why would I want a penguin??

Verity: why indeed 😌

Hatchet Gang: Baby Face, solely because I came up with the headcanon that he ACTUALLY owns a python and I make myself laugh thinking about that

Over the Hill Gang: Sergio. Now I have never actually seen the Godfather but I quite appreciate him anyway

“Come closer…CLOSER…now you listen to me, and you listen good…”

Circus: There is only one correct answer for this one. This suspect made Verity fall head over heels. I am actually the same height as this suspect but do not have that face or that figure. And most importantly, she was INNOCENT! Who else could it be but IVANA?

Baker St Gang: Hossenpfeffer because she was one of my favorites as a kid but I’m also a fan of Jimmy the Geek because I too am a bit of a geek

Out of Work Actors: Lollipop, she was one of my faves when I was watching as a little girl and I love candy! 🍭

The Petunias Baseball Team: I must confess I did NOT watch this one as a child, either that or I don’t remember it very well, but I like Bean Ball and Edgardo

Drag Racing Team: Dusty because she IS a badass and more importantly an INNOCENT badass!

“I didn’t leave my house yesterday, Verity. I was picking fruit in my backyard. Let’s see…i picked lemons, tomatoes, and avocados! 😒”

Group of elderly women: Constance not because she’s innocent but because she’s a baddie with a hockey stick and I love that for her

The Plug Uglies: Noseless, because I remember him as a kid because I was TERRIFIED as a kid and didn’t know special effects were a thing so I thought I’d literally just run into a nine foot nine Noseless guy on the street. But now I like him because he’s a farm boy:)

Thanks for listening to my Ted Talk I will never shut up

[furmity]

Hagging Out: May 2023

First time Hag here, happy to be taking part! Thank you @graveyarddirt :)

I infused fly agaric oil. Creating an infusion by the end of May was just the nudge I needed to get a sacramental oil happening before the winter solstice (southern hemispherian here!). This entire process has been infused with the changes I am making in my practice, it is a distillation of my cosmology, it represents my devotional new year’s resolutions...

Fearing and revering these toadstools, I have held off a long, long time. Last spring I found the last fly agarics of their forest, then dried and infused one to check if it would work. It did. I introduced myself to the mushrooms, and themselves to me. I was told to return the spores (caught on brown paper) back to the forest. That oil, though there is more remaining, only worked that one night.

I waited across the summer, I waited for the rain, I waited for a free Wodan’s day to head back to the forest and complete this pact. I left with five toadstools, stalk and all. On my way home I stopped into an op shop, toadstool bag in hand, and found a missal for a whole $2. Eeeeverything was clicking into place.

Drying agarics in the oven made me realise I should really get with it and buy a dehydrator. I usually dry things on the warm roof of my snake’s house, but spores perhaps aren’t the thing to scatter around him. I have a faaiiirrlllyy good oven, but I’m unsure if the temperature was quite right. I had to be very, very patient.

It was late by the time the last bits of stalk were dry and I should have left the olive oil infusion for the morning... and ground the bits some more! I was prayerful but I was working inexpertly. My late night brain decided to seal the jar with a boiling water bath, which no one had recommended, so I might have allowed the oil to get too hot... or completed the conversions?

Thor’s day began its hallowing. A handmade beeswax candle I’ve been saving for something special, pins, the missal, and all the holy cards I made in the last year. Each day I pray to my different god/desses and saints, as the pins fall may their blessings poor over this blessed sacrament. This will continue until tomorrow, Wodan’s day, and on Thor’s it will be taken back to the mycellium, marking nine days of prayer.

I’m not in the habit of photographing this kind of thing, but here it is:

For all I mean and hope with this oil, I’m disappointed with myself to have lost patience after all that waiting. Divinations are positive, but only time will tell if I ruined it... Whether it “works” or not, the work of making it has decidedly plugged me in, and humbled me!

I’ll let you know how it goes come Jul- bye bye Hags! :)