#i just think they are a fun thing to draw

[beetles-and-rock]

Have to add my frustrations with the overly sensitive in a slightly different way.

It's more than just purity culture, and people clutching their pearls at the slightest bit of ankle. Don't get me wrong though, that annoys the hell out of me too.

But here's a little something for more than just AO3

IF

-Its a trigger for you

-You don't like the subject

-Its not your thing

DO NOT INTERACT

It is so simple just to ignore something you don't like an move on, it takes less than a second to scroll past.

Setting healthy boundaries in relationships for things that are and are not okay, that you are or are not comfortable with is fine. It's good. You SHOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT!

Confronting a total stranger online for posting/publishing/having a conversation that you are not even a part of, whether its an art, a fic, passing HCs back and forth that involve something you don't want to see, and and confronting them as if it was apersonal slight against you, is not

Telling people you don't know what they can and can't write, post, draw is not.

Even if you do know the person, they most likely weren't even thinking about you when they created it. They were just making their own fun. Creating things, sharing ideas, participating in fandom. They are allowed to have a life outside of you.

When it comes to people sharing their works, online, they DO NOT and SHOULD NOT have to stop writing, drawing, whatever they are doing just because it has a subject in it that upsets you. If it triggers you THEN YOU ARE NOT THE TARGET AUDIENCE.

Other people may have interest in the things you don't. Other people are comfortable seeing and reading things you aren't.

AO3 has trigger warnings FOR A REASON.

Outside of that, if you see people online, or in public having a conversation that YOU AREN'T EVEN PART OF, and you butt in telling them they can't talk about that cause it makes you uncomfortable, YOU ARE IN THE WRONG. There is a difference between asking someone not to talk about the subject as loud, and guilt tripping the hell out of them because it triggers you an makes you feel uncomfortable.

It is not their fault you decided to eavesdrop and stick around allowing it to bother you. You could have walked away. You could have looked at a chat elsewhere or something else entirely.

I know it's a cliché, but seriously, for those that do this, THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU.

People should not have to run everything they say, do, create, take part in by you to make sure you're okay with it first.

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

[creativesparkz]

im in lesbians with you

[piroulinewafers]

HELLO FELLOW FREAK /affectionate :P i was wondering if u can do a fic w calebmc and guided masterbation...basically the readers inexperienced and its her first time and calebs had his fair share of experience maybe? KSJSKSJSJ hopefully my point gets through, idm u adding ur own elements to it, thank you have a lovely day<333

psssstttt i LOVE ur fics btw ♡

𝐚/𝐧: waaa hi fellow freak 😏 your brain is so big... i wasn't sure if you wanted something more specific, but i lowkey had so much fun writing this... when is it my turn for gege to teach me how to pleasure myself sigh.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! inexperienced! reader 𝐜𝐰: smut, overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the regret was surely getting to her.

the second the words slipped past her lips, she wished she could chase them down and lock them away. her cheeks burned hot, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to look at him.

 caleb hadn’t said a word yet, but she could feel the weight of his stare— steady, unreadable and just a little amused.

she squirmed beneath it, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers. “i… i shouldn’t have told you anything. it was dumb,” she mumbled, voice barely over a whisper. “just forget i said anything.”

caleb didn’t move at first. he stood by the edge of her bed, one hand still resting on the waistband of his uniform slacks, the other braced on the doorframe. his dog tags shifted when he tilted his head, catching just a glint of light.

“you think i’m gonna forget you said somethin’ like that?” he asked, tone mild— teasing, but not unkind. there was a sparkle of something in his voice too. gentler. steadier.

she fidgeted more. she wished she could just disappear into the floorboards. 

he finally stepped forward, closing the distance with quiet, even steps. “you’re nervous,” he said, not as a question, but as something already known. his voice lowered, soft but firm. “and you’re beating yourself up over it.”

he knew her too well. she gave a tiny nod, still not meeting his eyes. 

caleb stopped in front of her and gently tilted her chin up with two fingers. his touch was light, careful— like he was afraid of pushing too hard and making her retreat, despite wanting to do so badly.

“i still shouldn’t’ve said anything— i sounded pathetic, i just— “

caleb cut her off with a look. gentle, but firm enough to close her mouth without another word, brows drawing to a furrow. 

the mattress dipped as he moved to sit on the bed, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his uniform jacket. he reached for her, slow and easy, guiding her to sit between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the word. his. hands found her hips, warm through the fabric, thumbs brushing her waist as he leaned in close enough that she could feel his breath at her temple.

“you don’t sound pathetic, just honest. i’m glad you told me.”

her shirt wrinkled beneath his fingertips as he toyed with the hem, almost absentminded. the silence was thick, the space between them warmer than it should’ve been. 

“you’re nervous still,” he murmured, caleb murmured, lips brushing just behind her ear. “but i can smell you, pips.”

her breath hitched. 

“i could teach you, you know,” he added, voice soft like he was making an offer, not a demand. “show you how good it can feel… if you’d let me. i can’t believe my meimei’s never properly learned how to make herself cum… it’s cute.”

caleb leaned back just a little, enough to look down at her, framed between his legs like she’d always belonged there. 

the creases in his uniform pants were sharp and pressed perfect, every line rigid and clean where hers were soft and uncertain. his tie was still knotted, though a little loosened now, collar open just enough to let her see the bronze of his throat.

he traced a slow circle on her thigh with one hand, the other resting firm at her waist. not moving further, just… holding.

“y’know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful. “it makes me a little mad.”

her eyes flickered to his, wide and unsure. “what does?”

“that no one ever took the time,” he murmured. “to show you. that you’ve been tryin’ to figure it out all by yourself, feelin’ like you’re broken or something just ‘cause you couldn’t get there.”

she lowered her gaze, shame prickling up her neck, but his fingers tightened gently— just enough to keep her grounded.

“i don’t like that,” he added. “hate thinkin’ of you feeling that way.”

but then, his mouth curved into something quieter. something warmer.

“still,” he said, almost to himself. “part of me is glad.”

“glad?” she blinked, parroting his words adorably.

caleb nodded slowly, like he was chewing on the words before saying them out loud. “means no one else got there first. means you’re still all soft and untouched in all the ways that matter.”

he let that sit in the air for a moment, thumbing the hem of her skirt again, this time with a little more purpose, his voice dipping lower. “it means i get to be the one who show you and teach you how to make yourself feel good. the right way. won’t you let your gege help?”

and maybe he shouldn’t enjoy that thought as much as he did, shouldn’t feel that selfish little swell of pride in his chest— but he did. because she was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. and if she was going to learn anything about herself, about her body… it’d be from him. only him.

caleb’s thumb brushed against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his hand warm, even through the fabric of her shirt as he pressed again her back. she could feel the strength in his fingers, the calluses that spoke of a life spent in service and discipline. it was a touch that promised both control and comfort and she ocouldn’t help but lean into it, craving more of that intoxicating mix. 

“you’re overthinking again,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. his other hand slid up her spine, the heat of his palm seeping into her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “stop trying to analyze everything to death. just… feel.”

his fingers tapped at her thigh. “i know you’re curious, pips. i can practically hear the questions spinning in that clever head of yours. so what are you thinking?” his words were muffled.

the heat of his breath fanned against her jaw, making her eyelids flutter. she let out a shaky breath. “i’m thinking a lot of stuff…”

caleb’s voice was low and patient, almost brotherly in its gentle guidance. “here, let me show you,” he murmured, taking her hand and guiding it to the soft swell of her breast. he encouraged her fingers to knead the supple flesh, shaping and squeezing in a way that made her breath catch. “like this, don’t be shy now.”

his other hand trailed slowly down her body, calloused fingertips skimming over her stomach, her hip, before reaching the hem of her skirt. 

with a deft motion, he bunched the fabric in his fist and tugged it upwards, exposing more of her thighs to the cool air. 

“spread your legs for me, pips,” caleb coaxed softly, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth unfurling in her belly. his thumb pressed against the centre of her panties, right where she was already slick and aching. 

the friction made her gasp, her hips twitching forward involuntarily. “caleb,” she breathed out, his name falling from her lips like a plea. her chest heaved with each shaky inhale, nipples straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. the sensation of his touch, so intimate and new , set her nerves alight with anticipation.

he rubbed slow circles over her clothed slit, feeling the heat of her even through the barrier of her underwear. “shh, i’ve got you,” he soothed, thumbing her clit with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her toes curl. 

her hand moved from her breast, but caleb was quick to use his free hand to grasp her wrist, watching the way it twitched and squirmed under his touch. 

“ah ah, i didn’t tell you to move it, did i?” caleb hummed out, leading to a faint pout to settle on her lips. 

beneath her panties, she could feel her clit swelling, the delicate flesh throbbing with a desperate ache. caleb’s touch, his guidance, the low timbre of his voice urging her own… it was all too much and not enough, all at once. 

caleb’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, brushing against her sensitive folds. he could feel the slick heat of her arousal, the way her body trembled under his touch. his thumb easily found her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a maddeningly gentle pressure that made her arch her back against him. 

“mm, you’re not shaved down here,” caleb murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “all prickly and untouched…” 

he could feel her squirm with a sudden shyness, trying to clamp her thighs together. “caleb, don’t…” she protested weakly, embarrassed by his intimate discovery. this was already quite embarrassing as is, having her childhood friend see her like this, and now…

but caleb was having none of it. his strong arms pinned her in place, holding her hips steady as he pressed firmly against her back, chin practically propped against her shoulder. 

“hey, hey… none of that, pips,” he soothed, his voice gentling. “it’s cute, really. i like getting to see you all bare, so natural. ”

to punctuate his words, caleb rubbed her clit a little harder, a little faster. his fingers dipped lower, teasing along her slit. “i like it,” he declared again, as if that settled the matter. “it’s perfect on you.”

she whimpered, her hips twitching as she fought to urge to grind against his hand. caleb’s touch was electrifying, setting her nerves on fire until she thought she might combust. she could feel every inch of herself, from the aching swell of her breasts to the throbbing heat between her thighs, and it was all because of him.

“caleb…” she gasped out again, her voice high and breathy. her fingers moved up, digging into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading and squeezing just like he’d shown her. the sensation of her own touch, combined with his, was almost too much to bear.

caleb’s fingers stilled for a moment, and he looked at her with a quirked brow. “tell me something, pips,” he murmured. “ have you ever fingered yourself before? i’m curious.” 

she immediately burned red, shaking her head and trying to hide her face away from him as best as she could, but with him sitting behind her, there was little she could do.

“when i put my fingers in, it’d just feels like… i don’t know. weird. not in a bad or good way.”

caleb chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest as he processed her shy confession. “wait… you’ve never actually done it properly, have you, pips?” he teased, eyes sparkling with amusement. “you just stuck a finger in there and wiggled it around until it felt weird?”

she scowled at him, brows furrowing as she pouted. “well, yeah… i mean, it did feel strange!” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “it’s not the same as when i see it in porn…” she blushed hard, realizing her admittance. 

it was strange. caleb and her had known each other since they were kids, practically siblings, so all of this… it was foreign and a bit embarrassing.

caleb’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through them before his expression settled into a more thoughtful one. “you shouldn’t try to compare everything to porn you know.” he let out a huff, almost sounding a little jealous. “you should have just asked your gege for help with this stuff.i could’ve shown you how to make yourself feel good ages ago.”

without waiting for a response, he slowly, steadily, eased a finger inside of her, groaning softly at the way her walls clenched around the thick digit.

“fuck, pips… you’re so tight,” he grunted out, pumping his finger in and out of her virgin hole. “no wonder it feels strange for you. your little cunny is gripping my finger like a vice.” 

she moaned softly, hyper-sensitive from his teasing and his fiery-hot touch, a needy breathy sound. she pouted at his language, flustered and overwhelmed. “don’t… don’t call it that…”

he curled his finger slightly inside, brushing against a spot that made her feel stars. “shh, don’t pout,” caleb cooed, his thumb coming up to rub soothing circles on her lower belly. “i know its a lot to take in. the feeling of being touched like this… it’s overwhelming at first.” he gently pushed in a second fingers, stroking her insides in a way that had her toes curling and her breath coming out in sharp pants.

caleb watched her face intently, eyes roaming over her features, noting the way her nose scrunched up and her eyes were shut. “tell me, pips,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “has it ever felt this good when you helplessly rubbed your little clit all by your lonesome?” his fingers pumped steadily, curling and stroking along her walls in a way that made her thighs quiver.

she quickly shook her head, strands of hair swept across her forehead as she whimpered out. “n-no… it’s never felt like this before, gege…” her voice was breathy and high, straining with the intensity of the new sensations coursing through her. 

caleb could feel her body tensing, her walls starting to flutter and clench around his invading fingers. he could sense her impending release, could feel the way her little cunt was already starting to spasm and tighten. his eyes darkened with lust as he watched her teeter on the brink of climax.

“that’s it, pips… just like that,” caleb encouraged, his thumb rubbing firm circles over her swollen, throbbing clit. “don’t fight it. let yourself feel this, let yourself cum for me…”

he knew he was supposed to only be helping her, and yet, he couldn’t help himself from inserting himself in the narrative to ensure she at least vaguely understood that he was the only one who could make her feel this way. she was his, forever and always and he had no plans on letting anyone touch— let alone see— her in this state aside from him. 

with a sharp cry, she came undone, body convulsing as her very first real orgasm crashed over her. her inner walls clamped down round caleb’s fingers, gripping them like a silken vice as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. 

caleb couldn’t help but groan, feeling the way her cunt spasmed and quivered, dripping with her premature release.

“fuck, pips…. you cum so easily,” he growled, a hint of pride and possessiveness in his voice. he kept stroking her through her orgasm, fingers pumping steadily as he worked a third digit into her fluttering hole. “such a good girl, summing so hard and fast for your gege…”

she could only whimper and mewl, her body writhing beneath his touch as the intense pleasure consumed her. she’d never felt anything like this before, never known her body could feel this way. 

her whole bottom was buzzing as caleb continued, her hands clumsily moving to push at his, but he paid no heed to her feeble attempts, easily overpowering her weakened efforts as his fingers kept pumping steadily. 

“shh, shh, don’t fight it, pips,” he chided, voice a low rumble. “you can’t be humming already… so fast and sloppy, drenchin’ my fingers like this.” 

he held her hips down, with his free hand, pressing it firmly where her hips and thighs met. her slick, swollen walls were so sensitive, still fluttering from the aftershocks of her climax. each thrust of caleb’s fingers sent bolts of electric pleasure shooting up her spine, making her writhe and whine helplessly.

“gege… please…” she gasped between ragged breaths, face flushed and eyes glazed. “it’s too much… too much… ahh!” her protests turned into a sharp cry as he increased his pace.

“too much? or not enough?” caleb countered, practically feeling her juices dripping down his fingers, her arousal making obscene squelching noises as he fingered her overstimulated hole. her panties, of which he had elected not to take off, were drenched, a very obvious damp spot against him that soaked into the sheets beneath them.

“look at the mess you’re making, pips,” caleb taunted, holding her chin and forcing her to meet his heated gaze. “squirtin’ all over the place, humming before i even got my fingers all the way inside…i swear, you’re going to be the death of me.

despite his words, there was clear pride in his voice, knowing he could reduce her to such a desperate dripping state. she was all his.

caleb’s fingers never slowed, never stopping their merciless pumping. he could feel her second climax building, body tensing and tightening as she hurtled towards the edge once more. 

“that’s it, give me another one,” he commanded insistently. “show your gege what a needy little thing you are, humming over and over again on his fingers.” caleb punctuated his words by burying his fingers as deep as they could go, grinding against that spongey spot that he knew would make her completely collapse in his arms. 

her lips parts in a. silent scream of pure ecstasy tore from her throat, her limbs trembling and chest heaving as she came again. finally, only then, did caleb retract her fingers, noting the way the evidence of her arousal clung to them in a sticky mess.

“good girl,” caleb praised, a rare softness entering his voice as he took in her utterly debauched state leaning against him. he gentled his touch, bringing his fingers to his lips and making a show of licking her essence from his digits. 

“delicious,” he purred, holding her gaze. it only made her scrunch her nose up in faint disgust, a huffy sound leaving her. 

too tired and sated to argue, a blissful smile played at the corners of her lips. she leaned heavily against him, small frame molding to his larger one like it was meant to be there. tilting her head back, she pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to his jaw, a muffled “thank you” whispering past her lips.

“you always take care of me…” she whispered, her voice barely a sound, fragile and full of trust.

“i always will,” caleb replied without hesitation, tilting his head to press a kiss to her temple. he shifted them both just enough to lay her back against the pillows, guiding her head to rest over his heart. he was still dress in his uniform, the material stiff at the this rate and vaguely damp with her body sweat. caleb ran his fingers slowly through her hair, brushing it away from her face with a tenderness that made her sigh. 

“you’re too good…” she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. “don’t deserve you.”

that made him huff, something low and amused, but he didn’t let it slide. “no,” he said softly, tipping her chin up so she’d look at him in her bleary, sleepy state. “you deserve everything.”

she looked up at him through her lashed, tired, but so, so content. 

caleb watched her like she was the only thing that mattered. and maybe she was. he stroked his thumb over her cheek, then leaned down to kiss her forehead— slow, warm, reverent. 

she was already half-asleep against his chest, her breath warm and steady through the thin fabric of his jacket. her fingers twitched faintly where they rested on his  stomach, like even in sleep, she was still clinging to him.

caleb’s arms stayed wrapped around her, firm but gentle, his thumb tracing idle patterns against the curve of her spine. he could feel the faint flutter of her heartbeat through her back. slower now, relaxed. safe. 

she trusted him. with this. with herself. that thought alone made his throat tighten.

she’d never been touched like that before and it had shown in every flinch, every shy glance, every nervous little laugh and embarrassed pout.  she’d let him guide her, let him take care of her, let him love her all the way through it.

he knew it wasn’t fair. knew it was selfish. but as he held her, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest, caleb found himself clinging to the one truth he couldn’t shake. 

he wanted to ruin it. all of it.

ruin sex. ruin pleasure. ruin any touch that didn’t come from him.

not necessarily out of cruelty, but out of love. a possessive, protective kind of love that rooted itself in the deepest parts of him. he wanted her to forget anyone else had ever existed before him. wanted her to only feel this full, this safe, this undone, this good— with him.

if he could rewrite the way she saw herself— teach her what it truly meant to be adored, desired, cherished— then he’d do it a hundred times over.

only him. only ever him.

she stirred slightly, sighing gin her sleep and caleb leaned down to press a kiss into her hair. 

she didn’t know it yet. but she was his forever. 

and he’d make sure she never wanted it any other way. 

[bullet-prooflove]

Permanent Marker: Dennis Whitaker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @sargeant-sad-eyes @caffeinatedwoman @hooks-martin

Companion piece to:

Peppermint - The taste of peppermint will always have a special place in Dennis’s heart.

The Morgue Thing - A miscommunication between you and Dennis almost ends things before they begin.

Written In The Stars - Your first date with Dennis takes place underneath the stars.

In The Park - Dennis reveals a secret after the two of you spend the night together in the park.

Virgin - There's a rumour going around about Dennis.

Debauched (NSFW) - Karaoke night ends a lot differently than it did the first time around.

Symphony (NSFW) - Dennis has never eaten pussy before...

Pretty Boy (NSFW) - You and Dennis take the next step in your relationship.

Dennis wakes up to the sensation of your lips brushing over his forehead, your palm cupping his cheek before you kiss his mouth in that wonderful sweet way of yours. He groans, arching up to meet you and you smile before you draw away.

“I need to head into work to take care of something.” You tell him, your nose trailing  over his. “Get some rest, you had a busy night last night.”

“You should come back to bed.” He mumbles, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek. “I want to practise some more.”

“You don’t need to practise.” You tell him as he steals another greedy kiss. “You were perfect last night, both times.”

He’d rallied again at three in the morning, you’d woken up to his lips ghosting down your throat, his hand wandering. He’d had you from behind this time, your fingers entwining with his before you guided them down to your clit. He’d found your rhythm almost immediately, played all the right notes, all the way to the crescendo.

“Go back to sleep.” You urge him, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides before you give him a gentle push. “We can play a little more tonight if you’re free.”

“Oh I’m definitely free.” He mumbles, sagging back into the pillows and burrowing down into the sheets. His eyes start to flutter closed and you smile at the sight of him, so relaxed, so care free.

It’s the change of shift for security when you get to the hospital. You know that Olsen and Ahmed like to do the handover in the canteen over a cup of coffee so the office will be empty.

You stand in front of the betting board, surveying all of those post-its about Dennis’s virginity. The suggestions, the implications, the odds. You remove them one by one, putting them into your pocket instead of the trash because you don’t want them to be able to use them to make good on those bets. Then you pick up a permanent marker, not one of the dry wipe ones that reside in the pen pot and get to work.

You came to learn about the board this morning when a friend texted you asking for details because she saw you and Dennis leaving karaoke together last night.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell.” You’d text back, to which she responded.

“Come on Lis, I’ve got $100 riding on this.”

That’s when you remember the bets about the ambulance, about Dr Robby and his younger girlfriend. You know it’s supposed to be a bit of fun, a way of venting the stress that comes with the job but this, this is just too far.

You take your time on the words, etching them in thick block capitals. You want them to stand out, make a point, you also want them as hard as hell to remove so that everytime they even think about doing something like this again, they’ll reconsider.

Do better, you write covering the majority of the board. Don’t be fucking assholes.

You don’t sign it off, you don’t want Gloria reprimanding you for defacing hospital property but the people who run those bets, they’ll know.

And they’ll know better than to cross you again.

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

Before you join the taglist make sure to read the rules here as you otherwise you won’t be added.

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

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[cryingscreamingpuking]

I think a lot of people conflate "liking horror characters and horror fandoms" with "liking horror", which is why people get into situations like this. when I was younger, around 9-10 years old, I was easily scared. I did not like horror whatsoever because it made me feel icky, even the smallest jumpscare would cause me nightmares for days. However if you asked me, i'd SAY that I liked horror because I was a FNAF enjoyer who was big into the fandom, and there wasn't an easy way to explain the difference between liking the FNAF games and liking fanart of Chica and Freddy chilling. So you'll end up with a bunch of people who say they like horror, when what they mean is they like the fandoms surrounding horror. They've never watched Black Christmas, yet they love Billy Lenz and 'stinky attic man' jokes. They've never played the Resident Evil games, yet they thirst over Lady Dimitrescu cosplays online. They've never explored the depths of internet horror stories, yet they'll draw proxy symbols on their arms and make Go To Sleep jokes. And that by itself is alright! It's okay to engage with fandom without knowing the media itself, sometimes the things you find randomly are fun! But people need to learn to embrace that, embrace the fact that they mostly like the fandom and not the media itself. That way, you don't have situations where people are accused of 'gatekeeping horror' when they just list the basic requirements of liking horror

Some people are really out here like "I like horror, but not jump scares or violence and gore or topics that make me uncomfortable or scared in any way". Brother I hate to break it to you but I don't really think you like horror

[sakrafka]

I love your art so much, it inspires me to draw in my own style that isn't influenced by other popular styles typically liked. I love how you use vibrant colors, and the silhouettes of the critters you make are so fun. I also only got Tumblr so I could view all the art you post. 🤭❤️ But, I just wanted to ask how you developed your art style, if you had any influences growing up, and generally how it came to be. THANK YOU‼️‼️

Thank you so much for the kind message :DD I really appreciate you!! Multiple people have asked me this before so I'll try giving a more detailed answer!

I have been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil, I'm autistic and drawing has always been my "safe-space" and the only thing that really relaxes me! I think my main inspirations that affected my style the most were the Dragonology books, I had them when I was little and I was obsessed. I kept tracing over all the art and mimicking the style (around 8-10 years old). Petson and Findus is another one! I first started sharing my art and seeing online artist at the age of 17; I made a Deviantart and I really loved Z-doodler and Picolo-kun (I think those were their names?). I'm also obsessed with Károly Reich, I grew up on books illustrated by him! These things specifically don't really inspire my art anymore, but the basic foundation of it was, I think, built on these styles!

Then, for some reason I got obsessed with trying to develop an art style that is unique to only me, as much as that's possible. I regularly sat down, and tried to create new stylistic choices by forcefully thinking of new ways of drawing. I tried to forget everything I know, and come up with new ways to convey something.

I also have an "inspiration folder", with random pieces of art. I sometimes took 4-5 pieces that were my favorite, and tried to adapt little stylistic choices from their art to mine, and combine them. I did this very sparingly, because I don't want my art to look like anyone else's (again, as much as that's possible, since styles overlap and stuff)!

I developed certain characteristics in my art style that I have never seen before, for example the way I shade with these little triangle shapes. This is something that I "came up with" and didn't see anywhere before. They only started appearing a few weeks after I started sharing my art with this shading, and all the people who did it were followers of mine haha (it is completely possible that someone else did this before me as well, though - I'm only saying that this is something that, as far as I know, I came up with!). I'm attaching a screenshot of the shading I'm talking about:

So yeah, I would really love to try and make up new things that are unique to me (again, as much as that is possible), and I don't have any specific inspirations as of right now; the most inspiring things to me are totally random things, like a nice leaf, a song, or anything really! I have that type of imagination, I don't know the name, where I can rotate the apple in full HD 4K and even smell it lmao. So it often happens that random pictures just pop up in my head, completely unprompted, and I often draw these.

Also, I know my current art style is not very unique; this is because in recent years I focused on making my art style a bit more "digestable". I started selling my art, and I became a bit forced to make things that *most* people like. So, it is very hard to balance my will to make an art style that is super unique to me, while also drawing in a way that is nice for most people and easily consumable. But if you srcoll back to the beginning of my blog, you can see more unique pieces where I really tried to experiment!

Here are some artists that I like, aside from the ones I mentioned! (all instagram handles)

esztter_t

sournoodl

artkaisucks

lillaboleczillustration

foliveli

salamispots

clarelewlew

tudi.juli

gyunyuya

clara_winnie_

apple_toast And many more probably!

[montesmithart]

master shake was my favorite character back when i watched athf :3 what makes him such a comfort character for you?? ive always been curious CatShake is very cute >w<

Hello! Thank you so much for such a sweet ask, and especially for loving Catshake! It means the world to me <3💕

Here are the main reasons why I love Shake: peak character design + charisma + he’s just super weird and funny and I love it!

As a character designer myself, I see a lot of genius things in his design and I admire them (like, have you seen how the shape of his lid changes when he’s angry? IT'S LITERALLY SUCH A COOL IDEA to come up with for a cup!). Also Shake's crazy personality gives me a lot of great ideas and inspiration for art. Like, not only do I have a lot of fun drawing him, but it also makes it easier for me to understand shapes and practice drawing them - his cup form is just perfect for that!

Also, after I began drawing him, I started practicing more on different cartoony shapes and characters I haven’t even tried to draw before, so Shake became a legendary character for me in some way :D When I’m drawing him, I’m just chilling. He also inspired me to start making fanart with other characters from the nostalgic cartoony shows/video games, like Jake Long, Spyro, and so on! I still have a lot of these in process.

And yeah! Honestly, I can’t even call myself a big fan of ATHF itself, mostly because I barely have time to watch any shows, and feel like I just love this particular character. I think his design and funny personality is what made me enjoy him in the first place, and I also have my own headcanons and vision for him. It's really sweet to realize that it all eventually turned from a little sympathy to A LOT of fanart, headcanons, different AUs, and of course he got a girlfriend, Cat :D I really love these guys, I enjoy drawing them, working on their story and relationship, and commissioning artists to draw them! Sometimes my friends also make me gifts with this duo and my heart just melts because I never thought anyone would be interested in drawing art with them but me, lol

All in all, what can I say? Cat and Shake are my inspiration, my hobby and passion. I just love everything about them with all my heart <3

[wackywatchdotcom]

hiiii thing i drew in my notes app last night :)

[txttletale]

opinions on Eidolon 2e resolution system? Seems basically the same as Pbta, with moves and 3 tier results, but:

- tarot adds some flavor to the fiction, but easily ignorable or too broad to seem meaningfully different that just "hit, partial hit, miss"

- deck based rng, with card choices and exp for taking a worse card when you could choose a better one (i like this)

I like it in theory, but wondering if im missing something?

i guess i think i heavily disagree with your assessment of it as functionally the same as 'hit, partial hit, miss' -- as a GM i absolutely thrive on prompts, and the small bit of direction given by the card forecasts helps me immensely when it comes to improvising. it's one of those 'restrictions breed creativity things', i find "how do you create something?' to be a much more interesting, fun, and easy question to answer as a GM than just, yknow, 'what cost do you pay to succeed'

i do also think that the choice element does two very cool things that dice don't: firstly, it makes players more okay with failure, by prompting them to like, actually consider the dramatic stakes of it. being able to take a negative card for XP, or because you want to leave a positive card or someone's resonant in the deck for later is a good mechanical scaffolding to also just encourage people to be like 'it would be interesting and cool to fail here'. and also it allows system mastery, right, you can card count to some extent, reveal your master plan drawing from the bottom rewards timing and attention -- i think in practice the card based resolution system is one of the best things about eidolon.

[nabaath-areng]

It's kinda funny looking back on old screenshots and edits I made 3-5 years ago because in a way they have changed a LOT yet at the same time also not all although the fact that my old computer could barely handle having FFXIV installed is kinda evident in hindsight lol

[reccyls]

Victor's Main Route: Mad Love Epilogue

< Previous Chapter | Masterlist

NSFW warning (not super explicit but still)

Liam: Oh right, we were talking yesterday and we were wondering. Victor, what do you like about Kate?

One morning, I was sitting in the dining hall having breakfast with some other members of Crown, when I suddenly choked on my tea and began coughing my lungs out. Liam exchanged a look with Ellis, who was sitting next to him, and the two of them turned to face Victor and I. Victor patted my back softly as he explained.

Victor: I like that she’s so adorable. Victor: She’s earnest and diligent. But also has a surprisingly stubborn side and sometimes she doesn’t know when to give up.

Kate: …Is that supposed to be a good thing?

Victor: Of course it is! And I love how you laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you see something sweet. Victor: Oh, and I love when you get angry at me for wasting my money when I buy things for you, but you can’t hide how happy you are when I give you a present, too!

(I want the floor to swallow me whole.)

Victor: But my favorite thing about you is how you turned something that I had given up on, into something I couldn’t.

Ellis: What does that mean?

Ellis tilted his head, puzzled. Victor stopped patting my back and smiled.

Victor: If you’re asking which of us fell in love first, it’s me. Victor: Kate stumbled into this unknowingly.

He secretly winked at me.

Victor: Just like falling into pitch black darkness.

-----

Kate: You’re cheating.

While helping Victor out in his office like usual, I thought back to the events of this morning.

Victor: What are you talking about?

Victor, who had been struggling with some papers, looked up. The sunlight shone on his flowing black hair and his lips, drawing attention to the little mole on his lower lip. Looking into his jewel-like eyes framed by his long eyelashes, and his elegant, handsome features, my heart pounded as I fell in love all over again.

Kate: When we were having breakfast just now. Kate: You were listing out all the things you liked about me without batting an eye. Kate: I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Kate: That’s cheating.

His eyes widened and he tilted his head.

Victor: Oh? Is it?

Kate: Yes, it is! Because I’m–

Victor: Hm?

Kate: …I’m the only one whose heart is racing.

We had fallen in love, chosen to tie our lives together, and reached our happily ever after. And from now on, my days would be filled with Victor, doing everything he could to make my heart race.

(I love you more and more with every day that passes. It might actually drive me crazy.)

Maybe the destruction Victor talked about would be how my heart would literally explode because I loved him so much. I was so in love with him that that didn’t sound unreasonable.

(But I wasn’t enchanted by his curse.)

Victor’s ability caused people to become obsessed with him. That had ruined the lives of so many people.

(But right now, he’s ruining my life in a completely different way…)

Not because he was cursed, not because he was queen, not because his powers had ensnared me. I was just so in love with Victor, as a person and as himself, that my heart couldn’t handle it. My life was tormented by the problem of being too happy. With a teasing smirk, Victor set down his pen. I thought he was going to make fun of me, but I didn’t expect what he did next.

Victor: Now we’re even.

Kate: Huh?

He had the widest smile on his face as he stood up and walked over to me.

Victor: I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you ever since the day we first met.

Kate: Ah!

He put his hand under my arms and lifted me up, sitting down on the chair I had occupied.

Victor: The next time we met, I was enchanted by how much you had grown.

He sat me back down on his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

Victor: After that, I continued to watch over you from afar. I was relieved that you were able to continue living well, but… Victor: …Every time I saw you, my heart would race so quickly I thought it would burst.

He planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

Victor: And ever since you joined Crown, I’ve been locked in a war with myself to stop my heart from falling to pieces out of pure joy.

His thumb traced my lips.

Victor: Haven’t you realized?

My heart skipped a beat as he turned the full force of his gorgeous smile towards me. I shook my head slightly.

Kate: You always look so calm. I didn’t know.

Victor: It’s a man’s nature to want to look cool in front of the woman of his dreams.

(I didn’t know Victor thought that.)

His words added another dimension to the interactions we’d had.

Kate: …But it’s still not fair I never get to see you look embarrassed!

Victor just laughed when I continued to protest, still seated on his lap.

Victor: Well then, why don’t you try telling me what you like about me?

I nodded easily, but then paused. I had already told him what I loved about him before we had officially become lovers.

(I want everything I tell you to be new.)

As I thought silently for some time, Victor looked surprised, then confused.

Victor: …There isn’t anything?

Kate: No, that’s not it! It’s the opposite, there’s just so many things I don’t know where to start…

He sounded so sad that I immediately had to deny it, and began blurting out whatever came to mind.

Kate: I love the warmth in your eyes when you look at me. The way your hands wrap around mine when you escort me. Kate: I love when you deliberately act spoiled sometimes, and how even though you’re determined, you always wait for me to give you my answer.

(And…)

I continued to count the reasons I loved him on my fingers.

Kate: I love the serious face you wear while working, and the cheerful one you show to the rest of Crown. Kate: And–

I suddenly realized that Victor was staring intently at me. His eyes were filled with a flickering heat. I slid my hand from his shoulder, letting it rest above his heart over his clothes. His heart was beating faster than usual. Seeing hints of his muscular body revealed by his collar, memories of last night drifted to my mind as I opened my mouth to continue.

Kate: I love how your body is so firm, how it’s big enough to cover me…

He took my hand, holding my wrist and guiding it down his body.

Victor: …Everything below this is for your eyes only.

He guided my hand across the muscles of his abdomen, only stopping once my hand reached his belt.

Kate: !

After how we had spent last night together, this action was enough to cause his heat to swell, pressing against his pants.

Victor: My heart and body all belong to you.

His whisper in my ear caused my lower stomach to flutter. With a seductive smile, he tried to pull my hand lower, I instinctively tried to draw back. Seeing how red my face was, Victor’s smile turned just a little bit wicked.

Victor: We’ve made love so many times last night, and you’re reacting like we’ve never been together even once. Victor: Don’t you think you should be used to it already?

His voice deepened, only adding to the seductive air around him. I couldn’t handle it anymore, and looked away.

Kate: I won’t ever get used to it…

He laughed lightly in response to my mumble.

Victor: I also think that your bare skin looks more and more beautiful every time I see it. I suppose we’re the same, in that regard.

Kate: What?

I reflexively looked back towards him, only to find his face mere inches from mine.

Victor: Perhaps a few more times, and we’ll both get used to it. Shall we give it a try?

Kate: Whoa!

He easily slipped one arm under my knees and lifted me as he stood, before walking over to his bookshelf. With a quick flip of a lever, his room appeared, and he set me down on his bed and pushed me into the sheets.

Kate: Nn.

Victor leaned over me and captured my lips in a heated kiss.

Kate: But work–

I threw out the first objection my flustered mind could think of, but there was no stopping Victor now. He flashed me a provocative grin.

Victor: –isn’t urgent. Victor: Right now, you are my priority.

Kate: -ah!

He devoured my lips once more, filling the room with the sound of kissing and heavy gasps. His warmth melded with mine, intensifying into an inferno. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw how his hair spilled out around us like a curtain. Thoroughly reminded of last night, my body began to thrum with anticipation. Suddenly he drew back, leaving me lightheaded as I stared at him.

Victor: Your eyes say it all. Greedy little things.

His hand cupped my cheek, but I managed to pout.

Kate: …It’s your fault. Kate: So you better do something about it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Victor: Only if you also do something about putting me into this state. Victor: You’re the only one who can drive me wild like this, and sate my desires.

My blouse slipped off my shoulders, revealing my bare chest. I caught the way he gasped and the flush to his cheeks as he stared, and my heart began to pound.

(I heard a story somewhere, once.)

The number of times your heart would beat was decided from the day you were born. The faster your heart beats, the less you have left, and the closer you are to death.

(But I don’t think there’s anything that would make me happier.)

The more we loved each other, the more of our lives it would consume, until we fell hand-in-hand into oblivion. This love was our destruction, that would lead us to death.

[readerstories]

what about nr 3 on the list with deadpool & wolverine? with who is up to u

Okay so this got away from me a bit lol, but anywho, here's some Poolverine x gn! reader :D Drabble requests with the latest reblogged prompt list open until the end of the weekend!

Prompt: 3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

Warnings/tags: established relationship, pre-relationship, polyamory

Wordount: 815

Logan is still not quite used to being around a lot of people without it being a bad thing, but Wade's friends (and by now, his) filling the apartment are kinda nice. He most likely will get overstimulated at some point, but for now he's relaxing on the couch, beer in one hand, the other arm thrown over the back.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” Is the first thing Wade asks when he flings himself down onto the couch next to Logan, and bullies his way into his side. Logan grunts, arm moving from the back of the couch to curl over Wade's shoulders.

"Not that I don't think you are enough, but I think it would be really hot to have some more filling in this sandwich! Or for me to be the filling between two hot bods! Or you between one hot bod and one half-rotten bod." Logan growls at the insult Wade hurls at himself, but that's something to take up and argue about later, not right in the middle of all their friends. Which by the way, Logan is happy none of them have enhanced hearing (that he knows of), because of course Wade had chosen a chaotic moment to bring this new topic up.

"Who?" He's not unfamiliar with polygamy at all, it can be a lot of fun, but he's picky (he can allow himself to be that now, in this universe).

"I'm not going to point, so look over towards the snack table, but try to be subtle even if that isn't your strong suit, my little brute." Logan looks around the room, pretending he's just letting his eyes wander, before they settle at the two people standing and chatting over there.

"Dopinder?" Wade groans, hitting his head against Logan's shoulder.

"Yes, Dopinder, straight as an arrow Dopinder, who is disgustingly in love with a woman. No! The actual cutie chatting to him, you fool!" He figured Wade meant you, but fucking with Wade is fun, even in small ways. He lets his eyes wander all over you. You are indeed cute, but also hot. The clothes you are wearing look comfy, but also good, like you put effort in even if you were only seeing friends that no doubt have seen you in worse.

You catch him staring, his gaze almost like a physical weight. You give him a little smile and wave before turning back to Dopinder. You shake your head with a smile at something he says, Logan wonders what about.

"I can hear your gears turning in that not so little head of yours." Logan turns to Wade, who's watching him with big and eager eyes. It would be a lie to say he hadn't looked before. He had looked since he first saw you at the first party Wade did after Logan moved in.

Well, it wasn't the first time he had seen you, but he was a little preoccupied to notice how good you looked when you were crammed into the polaroid that Wade had waved like a shield in the Honda.

He had never planned at doing more than looking, happy with having just Wade, but since the man is offering…..

"Yeah." Wade grins at him, leaning forward to plant a wet, but quick kiss on his mouth.

"Fucking knew it. Their charm is irresistible." Wade glances over to you, clearly checking you out while Logan checks him out, squeezing his shoulders.

"How are we doing this?" Logan asks, drawing Wade’s attention back to him.

"Well, I think you should get up and get over there, work your irresistible charm. Conveniently, you need a new drink." Logan looks at his still half full beer, but before he can say anything, Wade snatches his drink and downs it in one go. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and it's through sheer will that Logan's thoughts and blood doesn't go straight south.

"Now up and at 'em' tough stuff." Wade pats his cheek, Logan snaps after his fingers, but gets up. "And be a dear and grab me some snacks. Some actual ones, not just the one we are trying to get into the pants off.” Logan rolls his eyes, starting to walk over to the snack table where Dopinder is showing you something on his phone now. Your mouth is full of food, so you cover your mouth as you laugh, your eyes connecting with Logan's over the edge of your hand.

Logan hopes this goes well, he's rusty flirting with anyone else but Wade (he doesn't think the threat of stabbing you would go over well). But he doesn't worry too much as you keep looking at him as he approaches, and then draw him into the conversation as he nears.

[teaguehq]

Anywhere is better when you get to be there with me? It's no wonder you're so charming, and needless to say that's mutual and I always love it when you keep me warm, too. It's only the truth, since I'll always think you're the sexier date! Added bonus that it makes you blush. I'm so excited to see Fantastic four, and of course they chose right putting you in the film. I might be working on a couple of drawings for you that I'm planning for giving to you on the release date. You don't have to thank me for supporting you since I always will, and you know I love coming along with you on promo! I'm just sorry I couldn't be there for your premiere either, though it made me so happy that you could come to New York afterward. I'm just hoping now that your promo's finished, you can stay with me in New Jersey for a little while longer while I'm filming, since you know I'd always rather us be together. I know exactly what you mean when I felt the same way about visiting your family in London and seeing where you grew up! Which, thank you for that and reassuring me they'd like me, which you know I was nervous about. I didn't mind your parents' questions either since I understand the curiosity. My parents are already asking when you can visit again, they liked you so much. I hope your family knows I'm serious about you too, since I'm in love with you and all. And it makes me happy that they liked me, especially when they were so nice. I'm all for going on another romantic holiday when we're able, and even whisking away somewhere for a weekend between filming would be nice, too. I'm all for going to see live shows too, and maybe we'll get lucky enough to find some in New Jersey too?! I know we haven't had much time to explore, but that would be fun. I know we both miss the hot springs, although nothing stopping us from recreating them by drawing a bath, right? We could do that tonight. You're going to make me blush again, though it means the world to me too, that I'm yours and you're mine. I still can't believe you're knitting me a blanket, and I honestly can't wait to see it! I know it'll be my favorite blanket by default. It's a great idea to get a cat, and I think Bach would be really into having a little playmate. So taking him to a shelter to see who gets along with would be perfect. Orange cats definitely come with a side of chaos, though maybe that's exactly what Bach needs, too. I'll always be here to hold your hand and protect you, both on haunted adventures and otherwise. I never thought I'd like dancing as much as I do, but it's nice with you. Same with cooking, and even though I'd always liked that some, it's all the more fun with you. We'll have to give some more recipes a try, too, since they always taste better when we make them together. I'd love it if you found a zookeeper role, given you're already passionate about it! It's always the goal to make you happy, love, and I'm glad your family sees that too. You weren't in the best headspace before me, though? How come? It makes me so happy I've brought that feeling into your life though, especially since you've definitely brought happiness into mine. You're making me blush again, though I've told my folks that we love each other, too. Naturally, they're happy for us! We can definitely go camping again sometime, and of course I had a great time in Turkey with you! Which you're right, for how crazy things have been, I'm glad we had the time there together. You know I wouldn't be anywhere else, though, Fashion Week and everything in between.

I know it's been nuts with everything from promo to the Beatles announcement, though I'm so proud of you! And I love that the Beatles announcement was a bit like you guys were playing the new Avengers or something, and everyone was so excited! As they should be, since I know you'll be incredible in the film. I'd have to be crazy not to want a future with you, I'll have you know. I'm just thrilled you want one with me too, and that we're on the same page. Plus I could never hear you say that you love me too many times, just like I could never say I love you too many times. Especially when it makes you blush! I'm with you that New York means something to the both of us, so it feels only natural to look for a place there together. And we can always talk about getting married when it feels right, which makes me smile to think about. Would you want a big ceremony or more an intimate one? You're thinking about a bigger place in London? I'd love to help you look, since I like to think I'll be there a lot. Though would it be both of ours, or…? I mean, it's okay if not because we're getting a place in New York together at some point, though I was just curious. Of course I wouldn't have run in the other direction hearing you love me, even though I understand that fear since it's a big word. I just feel lucky you love me too, and that you feel safe with me. I feel so safe with you, too. And I'm grateful you feel safe telling me what's on your mind too, since I'd always want to know that. Don't worry, I'm always going to give you plenty of kisses, especially knowing you like them so much! Which is lucky since I love kissing you, too. I can't help myself since it's always so sweet whenever you surprise me with anything! Well, you get to be my Valentine for as long as you'd like, Joseph. You're doing great with the mandolin! I'm thinking you won't even need me as a guide after a while. That necklace is my favorite one, hands down, and it makes me smile every time I look at it, knowing what you wanted to say. I'm all for taking the cruise whenever we can, and I know it'll be a lot of fun. You were my first Times Square kiss, so pretty special, I'd say. And of course my only Times Square kiss! You're just amazing at finding gifts, so of course I'll have to get on your level, love. I know I'm going to wear my Fantastic Four t-shirt when the film comes out too, and whichever premieres you have. Norway was fun, and so was fishing and the dance! Sorry, my date for the dance rivaled yours in the sexy department, easily. I'd be all for going out dancing with you again, for the record. Well, it's always my goal to take the best care of you, especially with how much you have going on right now. I wouldn't ever want you to burn out, you know? I love you, and you certainly deserve having someone always here for you, and I'm lucky that someone is me. I should be thanking you too, for coming to New Jersey with me to start filming, since the first days of filming are always the most stressful! But they haven't been since it's good having you here with me, especially filming something else that's a little dark material-wise. I don't know what it is about me that makes people want to put me in their films about murderers and serial killers, but hey, I'm not going to complain about having a job at this point. I'm just happy you're here with me while you can be, is what I'm trying to say, so thank you and I love you. | @josephafq

it's safe to say that anywhere is better when i get to be there with you, so i understand -- and i love keeping you warm the whole time, just throwing that out there. you are the sexiest date! i feel so lucky that i get to have you on my arm. but you always make me blush when you say that i'm sexier, though. but i'm glad you feel that way, love. i'm glad you're excited to see fantastic four, and you're making me laugh calling me that hot, but also making me blush so much. i'm glad you think they chose right for the role. i know promo has been a little crazy for all the different projects i've got coming up, but thank you for being there to support me when you can, love. i'm just sorry i missed out on being there for your premiere because i had my own. i really wanted to be there for you. but i'm glad we're back together and we didn't have to stay apart for long, because i'm like you, i'd rather us be together than be away from each other, and i'm so glad you can be with me right now. i'm glad we had the time we did to go to florida before things got a little bit crazy -- and it was fun getting to see your parents, and i loved getting to know them better. plus, i loved all the places that you ended up showing me too, and i can see why they were favorites of yours while you were growing up. plus, it just was fun getting to see where you grew up and get to enjoy the things you enjoyed when you were younger, you know? and i completely get why you like the outdoors so much, and i think it's so neat that you live so close to a swamp. i loved the walks that we took around your parents place! i figured if i were in their shoes, i'd be asking a lot of questions too, you know? so i don't mind, plus my parents did the same thing to you! and since i'm only the second person that you've introduced them too, they must know it's serious, so of course they're going to want to know me better, love. my family pretty much adored you, you realize that right? my mum was completely charmed by you, so were my dad and my stepdad! well, since i'm going to be a little busy with my current projects, i'm not sure when we'll have time for another holiday, but as soon as we've got time we'll pick someplace amazing, yeah? maybe go on another romantic holiday. what do you think? it makes me smile every time i hear you say you want to be with me forever and that you don't want to let me go. i love seeing live music with you too, so maybe we'll have to search out some live music to go see while we're in london. what do you think? find some places as good as the places we went to in tampa! it's safe to say that i'm very much missing the hot springs, and i'm wishing we could find a place like that near where i'm filming. you spoiled me so much on my birthday, by the way, and i loved every minute of it. i'm glad we're each other's. i hope you know that? it means the world to me to be yours and for you to be mine. it makes me happy you love all the things i knit for you, and i know you realize that i'm knitting a blanket for you next, and honestly it's taking longer than i thought it would! i'm always happy when i get to spend time with you too, love, there's no doubt about that.

i can't help it, i just love the attitude cats have, you know? but yeah? i value your thoughts, of course, so if you're leaning towards saying i should get one, then i'm thinking that's what i should do. maybe take bach to a shelter and see how he behaves around some kittens? i kind of really want an orange cat so bad, so be prepared for complete chaos, i'm told. me too! because it really does seem like they have new ones to explore every time we see them, and each time they're scarier than the time before. i'm just so glad i have you to hold my hand and protect me, love. i'm glad we got to spend time at both our places in new york over the weekend and just get to spend some time in the city together in general. i'm glad you love dancing with me, because i love having you in my arms and dancing with you. and cooking with you is one of my favorite things to do, no doubt about that. and i'm glad that you agree with me about the classes being fun, but cooking at home is just much better. plus, i love when we look up recipes together and give them a try! and i think everything we've made so far has been amazing, don't you think? you know i'm all for going back to the sanctuary sometime, and i love that bentley liked me, since he's important to you! hey, just think about it! i would be a fun zookeeper! but maybe after marvel and the beatles, I'll be like, find me a zookeeper role! and i'm always going to say that you're the amazing one, love, because you are -- and you always will be! you make me so happy, and my family sees just how happy i am because of you. you know, i wasn't in the best headspace before you, but you've brought me such happiness in my life that i can't even put it into words, you know? well, i couldn't help but tell them that we've said i love you to each other because i was so excited that you love me and all, plus i wanted them to realize how serious we are as well. i love that you're open to camping out on more ranches and around cattle, because we really did have a good time with it! and you're right about the cows being adorable, and it still makes me laugh that they took to me so well. i'm glad we went to turkey when we did since things are getting kind of crazy now again, which can i say again that i appreciate you so much for being along with me on this crazy ride! though thank you for doing fashion week with me as well, love, and we really needed the relaxation after that, i feel like. i also liked not having to get out of bed in the mornings either, since staying in bed with you is my favorite thing to do. the promo for warfare, i'll admit has been a lot, and then with announcing the beatles that's been crazy too, so you're right about it being a beast. but you make me smile when you say you can't wait to see my films, love, and that you're proud of me. i love hearing you're proud of me.

i'm still pretty happy that i didn't scare you off, of course, and it makes me so happy that you see a future with the two of us as well, i'm glad we're on the same page. and i know that i'm very lucky that you love me, and i love you so much and i hope you're prepared to hear that a whole lot. it might make me blush a little when you tell me you love me though, just saying. yeah? i'm glad you're into the idea of us living together and getting married when it feels right, and glad that you're good with us living in new york when it happens as well, especially since i feel like the city means something special to the both of us and our relationship, you know? though i will say that i've been thinking about getting a bigger place in london because i feel like i've outgrown my flat -- maybe you can help me look while i'm filming here? i'm glad you'll never run in the other direction hearing me say that i love you, and again, i can't help but blush when you say you love me, which i love you so much right back. it means the world that you're all in with me too, you know? and i'm glad that i can always tell you what's on my mind, love. i feel safe telling you everything, though -- just so you know that. well, i'll just throw out there right now that i always want your kisses, so whenever you want to give them to me, i'll be happy to have them! i'm glad you think i come up with the best surprises, because i love surprising you so much, you get the cutest look on your face when i surprise you! oh, you're the best valentine a guy could have, hands down, as well, and i'm glad you're mine. you really think i'm doing good with my mandolin lessons, love? plus, you're sweet saying i'll be playing like a pro in no time, i'm glad you have such faith in me. i'm still giddy that you love that necklace so much, and you're right, it was the only way i can think of to say i love you without saying it because i was so nervous. i know the cruise is being pushed back a little, but i'm hoping we can take it when i have a break in filming, love. it'll be exactly what we need to relax! i was your first time square kiss? i love hearing that, and love knowing i'll be your only times square kiss too! now you're just being too sweet saying you have to get on my level with the gifts since i give amazing ones, which your gifts are perfect! i'm glad you loved your valentine's day gifts as well though, love, and it makes me smile thinking about you wearing that fantastic four shirt of course! i loved norway with you, and i'm glad we went and glad we went to the valentine's dance as well. because again, had the sexiest date there! but it was fun dancing with you, love, and i feel like i should take you out dancing more often! you already do take the best care of me, so i have no doubt that you always will. i was just thinking about burning out the other day with all the stuff i've got going on, i know you're going to be just what i need to help me not burn out, my love. so thank you again for being an amazing boyfriend, and i love you. || @teaguehq

[confusedmothboy]

hello i'm bothering u about my oc and your oc again but in a less cowardly fashion (so u don't laugh at me 😿 /j)

chrissy showing eddie baby photos of travis. she's just absolutely bullying the SHIT out of him and eddie is making fun in a teasing way but he thinks baby tray is the cutest damn thing.

no crash au triple date between jackienat, eddietrav, and chrissylot....pure chaos.

also!! would it be okay with you if i drew eddie?? if not, no worries and sorry to bother ^^

loved that silly baby photos idea smm so i had to draw it i hope thats alright (and ABSOLUTELY its okay if you draw eddie i'd literally jump for joy)

also i rescind my coward comment

[corpsefromwoods]

So, I've got an idea:

I draw Legend in front of a shelf and everyone who wants can draw items that will be on the shelf.

I'm thinking of 'after the LU adventure' theme. 🤔

What do you think? Will anyone be interested?

I am still figuring out how to do this from the technical side, so please, everyone wishing to participate, write a + in the comments so I can tag you in the info post

P.s. Sorry, just realized that @seyph has already drawn the 'Legend in front of the shelves' thing so we def need another idea. 😅

Also, Seyph, sorry for tagging if its inconvenient

[flowery-mess]

Birthday boy nerd Noah from this ask🤍

nerd Noah masterlist

warnings: my mistakes because it's not proof read

You really wish that he doesn’t want to go to the work party, because you have everything prepared for the night. The thing is, Noah is definitely not someone who would be excited about dressing up and socialising the whole night. Unless you’d want to go, then he’d do anything to make the best out of that party for you.

You bought the small cake form so you could bake him a cute small birthday cake and you also bought different colored marzipan so you could decorate the cake just like your vision in your head.

You make the cake the night before his birthday, cursing yourself for not starting sooner in case you mess something up. But the cake itself turns out perfect, it’s just two small corpuses with chocolate cream in between and then black cream on top of the whole thing. Then it’s time to make the marzipan decorations. You thought about different options, but settled on the Star Wars theme. Since you made comments about Noah’s funko pop figures, he makes fun of you for using “little angry guy” and “green cutie”, he started calling them like that too and he enjoys it when you’re watching it together. So you spend more than one hour making Darth Vader and Yoda out of the marzipan.

“Well, that’s the best I can do.” you talk to yourself when you’re done, putting them on top of the cake and putting it in a paper box and then in your fridge.

You think of what note to put on the paper box, deciding for “Happy birthday my Noah! Are you after work?” and then you draw two little boxes with “yes” and “no” options.

The next morning you arrive early to make sure you’ll get to his office before him so he can have a surprise when he comes to work. You place the cake on his work desk and put the sticky note on his monitor. Satisfied with it you leave his office, unable to do some actual work, because you’re so excited for his reaction.

“Stop by my office after lunch break?” Noah’s text lights up your phone screen exactly 5 minutes after the official work hours.

“Of course.” you reply and try to focus on doing your job, but the excitement is just too much.

You decide to skip your lunch, you’d rather spent your break with Noah in his office than gossiping with your colleagues.

You knock on his door and then let yourself in. Noah stops whatever he’s doing and spins around in his chair to face you, with the biggest smile ever when he sees you.

“Happy birthday!” you tell him and go straight for his lap. You sit sideways and pull him into a hug. Before he can answer you’re kissing his face and saying “happy birthday!” after every kiss. That makes him laugh and scrunch his nose.

“Okay, okay, let me say thank you bug.” he grabs you by your cheeks and makes you sit still. He’s looking at you like you’re his whole world (because you are) and his thumbs are slowly caressing your cheeks.

“I love the cake, thank you, no one has ever done something like that for me, so I really appreciate it.” and you can see the gratitude in his eyes when he speaks. He has a loving family, you’re sure his niece will draw him some super cute drawing for his birthday, but he mentioned that they’re not big on celebrating birthdays. Not that you would be, but being in love makes you do things like those, right?

“How did you like the masterpiece on top? I think the little angry guy turned out better than the green cutie.” you laugh at the nicknames you gave those characters, happy to hear Noah’s laugh in response.

“I’ve never seen anything better.” his eyes never leave yours even when he laughs and leans into his chair.

“And the note?” you get slightly nervous, scared that he will tell you that he’s going to the party and your plans won’t be happening.

“Oh yeah!” he puts his arm around to keep you steady as he leans down to get your note out of his drawer. “Here.” he places it in your hand with a smile.

You open the folded paper and see X in the box that says “yes”, good.

“Amazing! I’ll pick you up when I’m done?” you ask him.

“Okay.” he agrees, thinking that you’ll leave together to go to either his or your place and spend the time together doing the usual stuff.

“I love you, happy birthday.” you tell him one more time, whispering it against his lips before stealing one last kiss.

“I love you.” he says it back and makes a pout when you stand up from his lap and leave his office.

Back at your desk you finally buy two tickets to the Aviation museum where you plan to take Noah after you leave work, because he recently started watching all kinds of documents about planes and talks about it nonstop.

“Wait, where are we going?” Noah asks confused when you turn left, instead of going straight to your apartment.

“Did you think we’re gonna spend your birthday at home? Doing nothing?”

“I told you I don’t celebrate it, so doing nothing would be absolutely okay.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” you laugh at him when he rolls his eyes, but you both know that he secretly loves it.

When you pull into the parking lot and he sees the building you’d think he turns 9 today, instead of 29. His eyes are big and full of excitement and he’s already tugging on your arm to get out of the car.

The museum is big, so you spend the whole afternoon there, listening to Noah’s rambling. Altogether you said around 5 words and just listened to him, which was like listening to a random word generator.

“See those winglets at the tips of the wings? They help reduce drag and save fuel. It’s amazing how much engineering goes into making each flight smooth.” he says as he points to Boeing 777.

“This is a fighter jet, built for speed, agility, and combat performance. Unlike civil planes, it’s designed to maneuver quickly and withstand extreme forces during missions. See the shape of the wings and the slim body? That’s all about reducing drag and increasing speed.” he says when you’re on the second floor of the museum that’s dedicated to fighter jets, his favorite category currently.

He’s looking at the planes, you’re looking at him. He’s taking pictures of the planes, you’re taking pictures of him.

Sometimes he sees you taking them, so he smiles, but the ones when he doesn’t know you’re taking are much better. You catch him when he’s in the middle of explaining something to you and his brows are a bit furrowed, or when he’s looking up at the plane with excitement in his eyes and slightly open mouth. Those are your favorites.

“You’re the best. That was so cool.” he says when you’re backing out of the parking space.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it.” he leans over to kiss your cheek and then continues to chat about airplanes on your way home.

“How about some quick dinner? I’ll give you your presents after that, but I’m starving.” you take your shoes off and start to walk in the direction of your kitchen, but Noah’s hand on your arm stops you, turning you around to face him.

“Presents? I don’t want anything baby, this whole day has been enough.” his look is concerned, because he’s not used to this.

“That was just fun stuff, I have a few presents for you.”

“But-”

“Sh!” you put your finger on his lips before he can say something. “I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s make dinner.”

“Wait here and close your eyes.” you tell Noah when you’re both done with your dinner.

“Okay.” he leans back into your couch and closes his eyes, a small excited smile on his face. You kiss his nose before you leave the room.

You come back with the first two presents, drop them on the couch and then tell him “Don’t open your eyes yet!” and quickly run to get the last one. When all of the boxes are placed next to him, you tell him he can open his eyes and unpack the presents.

“Are you crazy?” he asks with shock when he sees the three boxes in front of him. “All of this for me?”

“Noah, you're acting like I bought you a house, golden watch and trip to space.” you laugh at him and encourage him to start opening the presents in a specific order.

The first box has two hoodies and three shirts in it. Noah’s hoodies and shirts. And poor Noah looks confused.

“These are,” he digs through the box, “mine?”

You have to laugh before answering. “Yeah, that’s actually not a present, I just realised that I might have stolen them so I’m returning them.”

“I don’t think that’s all of it though.” a smirk is now on his face when he counts the number of his clothes, pretty sure you have stolen more.

“The box is small, you know.” you shrug your shoulders and try to play innocent.

Opening the next box he pulls out headphones with cat ears, rolling his eyes but laughing at the same time.

“You did not.” he turns them around in his hands.

“You said you want them!” you’re worried for a minute that he hates it. He mentioned them a few weeks ago when you were chilling on his couch, you were reading a book and he was watching a stream of someone who had similar ones. He told you that they’re fun and that he was thinking of buying them too.

“I know I did. I love them. How do I look?” your worry disappeared the second he put them on his head and looked at you.

“So fucking cute.” you resist the need to reach out for your phone and take a picture, but you’ll have plenty of opportunities.

Then he takes the biggest box in his hands and hesitates before opening the lid. Inside is a new guitar for him.

This time he’s silent, his eyes on the gift and you’re worried again. Did you get the right one? His friend helped you pick it out, even gave you the number of his friend that owns a shop so you got it for a solid price.

“Do you not like it?” you break the silence. “We can return it, or exchange it and you can choose which one you want. God I’m so dumb, I shouldn’t have picked this without you. I’m sorry.”

“What?” he looks at you with a confused face and suddenly realises that he has been silent for too long. “No, god no. It’s perfect.”

“Really?”

“Yes bug. But you didn’t have to, I mean it, this is a big present.” he puts it next to him, stands up and kneels in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you enough baby.”

You push his hair out of his face and then lean down to rest your forehead against his.

“You don’t have to.”

“But I do. Thank you for today. I loved all of it, the cake, the museum, the presents? Fucking best day ever. Thank you bug.” he kisses your lips to show you his gratitude even through actions. You kiss him back, it’s slow, but passionate. His hands are resting on your thighs as he continues to kneel between your thighs. You deepen the kiss by sliding your tongue over his upper lip and pulling him in by his neck.

You feel the lust from him and you feel it inside you, after all the only thing he wishes for is your closeness and affection. And you’re going to give him all of that tonight too, but not just yet.

“There’s a note.” you nod your head towards the guitar and he picks it up, turns it around and then sees little yellow paper.

“I hope you’ll play songs for me for the rest of our lives. I love you.” is written on it.

When he reads it, he has to hold back the tears.

“I love you so fucking much.” he tells you and carefully puts the note away.

Then he pulls you to your feet before he lifts you up in his arms and makes his way to your bedroom where he plans to show you how thankful he is.

dividers by silent-stories

taglist: @lacy1986 @concretejunglefm @super-btstrash-posts @amelia-acero @justcarrie @koskeepsake @dominuslunae @ami--gami @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @lilcrazy011 @pipidoll @chey-h @xmads-omensx @blade-dressed-in-red @respectfulrebel @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @mrscevans @blvckmvgicwoman @punkprincess1999 @fear-its-beauty @bloody-spades @n0n3xsisting @thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall @athenexe @tashka @badomensls @fadingintothegrey @concrtlimits @whatismylifexox @theanarchymuse95 @renegadebirch @theasowle @darknightstarryeyes @montgomery-929496