#i may make a fanart piece for it another time

[artsspangledpumpkin]

In honor of Bridgerton dropping tomorrow I wrote a little one-shot!

Chai is Life FFN/AO3

Summary: Anthony gives Kate a comfort she misses.

[sleepdeprivedandoverthinking]

Saying this as both an Outlast and Mouthwashing lover.

A lot of people in the Mouthwashing fandom would not be able to handle it in the Outlast fandom, especially when it comes to liking characters.

Especially on tik tok, it seems the Mouthwashing fandom is so strict with what it does and doesn't allow, like I hate Jimmy as much as the next guy, but it's not a crime for someone to draw him or include him in the cast. He's an IMPORTANT part of the plot. The tik tok fandom also seems to say Mouthwashing shouldn't have a fandom point blank period because it's "too deeply thought out" and fanfics, ocs, and such shouldn't exist because it "ruins the story".

Meanwhile Outlast is a horrific, well thought out game with several installments, and the fandom is (mostly) chill. Like it's abundantly clear these guys aren't good people or even conventionally attractive to most people, yet they're adored and people make silly jokes of them all the time and make tons of fanfics, aus, and ocs. Hell, 90% if the fandom's favorite or second favorite dude is a guy who cuts people's dicks off and then kills them.

This isn't meant to say you can't have boundaries or things you like/dislike, but much of the Mouthwashing fandom overpolicies the fandom, and some even say Mouthwashing shouldn't have a fandom period because it's "too serious and dark" while Outlast is serious and dark yet no one cares what you do in the fandom.

Both are horror games with great stories.

Both produce gorgeous fanart and deep theories, and it's clear love is put into several art pieces and theories.

Difference is, a majority of one fandom can't handle fandom ACTING like fandom.

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Mini edit: Honestly this could be about fandom as a whole nowadays but given they're both horror games, albeit different types, with fan bases, that I love, I decided to compare them. Lets try to be civil please in discussion.

Edit 2: Okay, this got a lot more attention than I thought. TO AGAIN CLARIFY, its okay to have boundaries and personal reasons you may not like a character but like another. Same goes for certain aspects of fandom culture. But there's also the aspect of "block/scroll and move on". Frankly, my examples from Mouthwashing were things I have personally seen that you may not have, hence why some of you may be confused.

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS | JOHNNY CAGE MK1 WITH S/O

A/N: Yes, he's my favorite, please make requests for me with this man, I need ideas, I need requests- I'm obsessed for him. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.

TW: sfw, smut, fluff, sex, sexual positions, afab reader, pet names, vaginal sex, oral m!re. | f!re |, degradation, daddykink.

SFW:

Johnny Cage is the typical golden retriever boyfriend, he will want your attention because we know he is an attention slut, not only applies to his fans but also to you, you need to keep in mind that when Johnny wants your attention, He'll get it one way or another, whether it's sending you countless messages, asking you for affection, or even begging you to stay with him, if you're the type to get angry and punish him with silence, he'll be very upset. bad, even becoming physically ill.

He loves being emotionally pampered, a lot of cuddling with him with his head in your lap, while the two of you watch a movie together in the living room of his mansion, while you massage his scalp and the light brown locks of his silky hair, he would be happy. smiling like a fool in love - which he is - even if you pointed it out, he would deny it with some typical joke of his, if you threaten to leave his side or stop making out with him he will pout and complain, a lot.

He also likes tight arms just enjoying the silence between the two of you, chaste kisses on his forehead or cheek are welcome, especially if you wear lipstick or gloss, he will smile sideways and run his fingers through the warm residue on your lips on his skin.

Johnny likes to show you on all his social networks, always taking selfies with you and posting them, stories talking to his fans but always with you by his side, he loves sharing some couple story about the two of you so that everyone can laugh at such a situation that you passed by, like the time he got the location of the award show he was going to wrong and you had to walk a long way to get to the right place, with Johnny carrying you on his back obviously, he wasn't going to make his beautiful S/O walk. If you're the shy type, he'll push you a little, not because he's mean, but because he wants to show you to the world, show the person who makes Johnny Cage happy, but if you still don't want to, he'll respect your decision, Even if it upsets him a little at first, he will still take photos of you and the two of you together, with various filters, from the cute ones to the most cursed ones he finds.

The two of you have a YouTube and Twitch channel together, he already had a channel so now you are a regular guest, after all you date him. Johnny loves just chatting in chat, or reacting to some edits and fanarts that his fans make of him live, he always thanks everyone and is satisfied, from the most amateur to the most professional, everyone is valid and valuable from Cage's perspective , and he also loves the edits with the photo and video of you as a couple, with you and him thanking you for your affection, he leaves the @'s of the editors and designers, encouraging their growth. In the lives it also happens that Johnny plays some games with you, his favorite is the horror genre, he loves seeing your reactions because you feel tense around him and the chat, he sits on a black gaming chair in the center of the camera and you or in the background or on his side - it's your choice - he also gets scared very easily so you can take advantage and poke his shoulder or arm during a tense moment in the gameplay, he'll jump and scream from his chair like a scared kitten while letting out a series of swear words - he may or may not have let his glasses fall to the floor and break one of those times.

Johnny lets you wear his clothes, he's very stylish, if there's something you like, you can wear it, he has enough money to buy a new and identical piece, but obviously there are clothes that he's more zealous and jealous of, he He'll even let you use it if you tell him you'll be careful, if you tear it or get it dirty, he won't do anything other than sigh and get irritated for a few hours, then go buy a piece like the old one and pretend nothing happened.

He also loves that you make him breakfast, he loves his food, his seasoning, the smell of warm food makes Johnny wake up in bed with a satisfied smile, seeing you in his kitchen, preparing everything for him, that's it. it also made his ego rise, but in a good way after all he has you in his life and no Hollywood award compares to having you as his partner, he comes up behind you and while hugging you, giving you a kiss on the head and smelling you, even though he's drowsy, he wants to be there with you, watching you make his breakfast with such care - Cage also whispers in a hoarse and low voice how much he loves you, thanking you for being so helpful to him and that will reward you later however you want -

The two of you play 'just dance' together, Johnny knows practically all the choreographies and makes you dance with him, whether you're good or bad at dancing, what matters to him is that you just have fun with him, and he's great at dancing, knowing move the hips extremely well and being very elastic.

Johnny loves sending you memes, posts, songs, everything he sees and remembers about you he will send you immediately, Johnny is the type who has a gallery full of memes that he never sent because he forgot, he is the type who sends more than +99 reels in less than 10 minutes, so if you two have been chatting don't be surprised if you get distracted and have more than 60 videos in your dm, each with a caption and context from Cage:

"I remembered you."

"LMAO you that day (Y/N)"

"That song is the one you like, isn't it?"

"lol that's so me"

"That food looks delicious, can we make it later?"

"pookie wookie"

"This film appears a lot in my fy, let's see it this weekend"

"Am I bbg in this edit?"

He also uses a lot of emoji and stickers to communicate, with chibi versions of himself often in his chat to show his emotions, he uses emojis to Seriously, then get used to using them.

He also uses a lot of emoji and stickers to communicate, with chibi versions of himself often in his chat to show his emotions, he uses emojis to Seriously, then get used to using them.

The two of you have a typical mean girls night together, with skincare, hair moisturizing, movies together and gossiping together, Johnny doesn't mind if you want to try makeup on him, or paint his nails - as long as it's black and he's not in No acting roles at the moment - he accepts it willingly, and he even likes it when you do eyeliner on him - he looks even more handsome, believe me. -

Loves to pamper you materially! Johnny is the type that if he sees that you are looking too much at a certain product in a store, he will pull you and enter the place, calling the salesperson immediately and buying everything you want, and I guarantee you, he knows exactly when you want something. or when you're lying that you don't want to because you're embarrassed, if you lie and try to say that you didn't want to, Johnny will get serious and immediately take the most expensive products in the store for you, as a form of "punishment" for lying to him. He will be able to take you to the concert of your favorite band or singer when he is off work as a Hollywood star or he will hire the singer/band you want to do a private show at his mansion, nothing is too expensive or impossible for Johnny Cage.

He loves romantic nights with you. Johnny will put on a fancy suit, hire a good buffet for a candlelit dinner with you, something he does practically every weekend, it has become a couple's tradition in your relationship. A good dinner and expensive wine, to end the night with the lights of the Cage mansion partially turned off, with you and Johnny in the large marble area, the only light was from the moon that entered through the large video window, with the song: "You rock my world - Michael Jackson" playing in the background, on the speakers of the luxurious room, with the two of you pressed against each other, just singing while dancing intertwined in a heat of passion and love. - Johnny loves this song because he says it sums up what you did in his life, you rocked his world in a way that he can only thank you internally for being the love of his life, and being the person he can count on always, even though he is sometimes too arrogant and proud to admit it, he always says: "-This song sums up what I feel and have always felt about you honey." -It's his way of saying he loves you, when he can't say it directly.

He hates to show it, but he is extremely insecure, after the separation from his ex-wife - Cris - he always asks you if you still love him or if you will leave him one day, this insecurity causes some jealous attacks when you go out, doesn't it? nothing serious, just Johnny sulking and asking you why you're so different with him - which you weren't - just make this man sure of your relationship, holding his arm or hand when you go out helps a lot, with him smiling stupidly in the corner because you're proud to be dating him, after all who wouldn't be? he is Johnny Cage after all.

He's extremely intelligent, so he'll love rambling about everything about you, movies, art, history, everything. He will talk about several topics at the same time, while his head is in your lap.

NSFW:

Recorded sex: He carries that stupid phone of his 24 hours a day, that is, this also applies to sex, he will fuck you practically making a movie every time, recording in HD all your reactions and how you fit your body to his so well , moans, juices of lust, your face salivating with pleasure, the nicknames, the dirtiest things, all recorded and saved in a folder with a password on his cell phone. He uses the videos to masturbate when he is traveling to direct a film as a director, he becomes needy and needs you by his side, having to settle for the homemade porn videos that the two of you make together, your pussy jumping on his dick in the video, his body, his reactions, as he whimpered, fucking his own dick in his hand, writhing on the hotel bed he was in.

Sex on the phone: Well, when the porn videos you made, he will call you, begging you to masturbate on call with him, either just vocally, or on video call, or exchanging nudes while the two of you did it.

"-Come for me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you need me to fill you like the submissive whore you are."

Daddykink: Self Explanatory, he loves being called daddy by you, he himself has a habit of calling himself daddy in random situations, with an arrogant air. "-Leave it to Daddy, Baby." "-Oh yes, Daddy Johnny is here to sort it out." And this applies to sex, he will fuck you while you call him Daddy or Daddy Johnny - he loves that shit, it boosts his ego like hell. -

Degradation and praise: He loves to praise you and degrade you at the same time, he also loves to be praised during sex, especially when you do the "missionary" position, while he looked at your face, fucking your pussy with greed and hunger.

"-Do you want to cum, my naughty little slut?"

"-You really want my seed to fill your pussy, don't you? You're such a dirty slut, wanting to be bred by me. You want to mark you as mine, don't you?"

"-You're nothing but a filthy whore, begging for my cock."

"-You're such a good boy/girl, taking my dick in that tight, pretty pussy, like the good slut you are."

His favorite sexual positions with you: 69, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Missionary, Scoop Me Up, The Seashell, The Pinball Wizard, Valedictorian, Table Top, The Lazy Man, The Snake, Stand and Deliver.

He also loves giving oral, he would really stay under your legs all day fucking you with his tongue if he could, in every corner of his mansion that he could, his tongue fucks you in the right spots, passing from your clitoris to the your entrance tight, his thick and firm hands keep you in place, holding the soft flesh of your hips, massaging the area in small circles with his thumb while looking into your eyes, while his mouth was too busy working for you. make you cum - maybe... Just maybe he rubs his nose on your clitoris to tease you, he has a big nose... Just maybe. -

Johnny likes blowjobs when he's angry, he likes to come home, have a good whiskey while sitting on the couch, and you between his legs, sucking him greedily, it was a relaxing sight, making Johnny remember the good things about life, you.

"-Yes fuck baby... Keep going... I really need to cum, you're my good boy/girl, sucking my dick so good."

Please squirt on this man! He loves to fuck you and make you squirt, whether with his dick, tongue, fingers or even vibrators - which you have to stimulate your pussy and his dick in some foreplay - Johnny just wants you to cum and get him all wet with your Sweet essence, the first time you squirted on him you were embarrassed, but he wasn't, he seemed to have discovered a new world, smiling like a fool.

"-Mmmm Johnny... I... Please take it off, I-" -You tried to speak between moans, while your pussy squeezed Johnny's cock more than ever, he felt something different, smiling sideways.

"-Fuck I bet that's a fucking squirt, come on, I want to see you squirt on my dick baby, this is going to be so fucking hot, just cum in that tight pussy." -Johnny says, thrusting his dick even more into your pussy, with all the strength and speed he could have in his hips at that moment, fucking you to the core, he gives a strong thrust, hitting his dick on your cervix, making you moan and squirt on his dick, abdomen and groin, dirtying him all over, while he smiled extremely happily.

"-I won't stop fucking you until you do it again baby." -He says smug with a cheesy wink, but he was serious, you were going to do that until he saw you squirt and cum like that again.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[darqx]

If you didnt come to party [get the hell out of this club]

In which there's some links to old art - I've been getting a number of asks that are already technically answered so that's just what I'm gonna be doing if i can even remember what RAD they originally came from lol.

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

UNFORGIVEN.

Yes he can speak at least two demon languages (commons and a more specialised one).

Not really cos the ichor will eventually disappear if it's not in contact with Rire for a while lol. You ever wonder how someone could mysteriously drown whilst not being around anything they could have drowned in? Yeah.

I have drawn several such instances a long time ago. But it's not really Rire flirting with Ren it's more him being like...subtly condescending to Ren since Ren's submissive level is not very interesting to him |D

I...think you may have possibly mistaken me saying Rire might cry if he was in severe pain to mean that's the only time he could cry XD; To answer your q, yes Rire can cry from emotions - the point is he would choose not to (esp in public) as that would be a weakness.

🤔 You could probably get away with the same dress design but in black, tbh (if it was Lady Rire). Since the outfit design is 1930s/1940s based Rire's equivalent would be like...a 3 piece suit with a long overcoat/trench coat.

Got you covered bro [from a suit meme I did before]

Rire has a very long life span, but he's not immortal XD;

Tbh I don't really have thoughts about any of other peoples headcanons. Like I'm generally quite neutral towards headcanons because I primarily deal with the canon; the extent of my thoughts would be like "hm i wonder how they came up with that" lol.

This is actually in my FAQ :d but good of you to check for permission! If it's your own artwork then yes it is ok to make fanmerch of Rire. Similarly Gato allows fanmerch of her BTD and TPOF characs as long as it's your own art you are selling (and not like, our art/someone else's fanart that they didn't give permission to turn into merch).

It would be in Cain's best interest not to.

Cain is literally saying Olé Olé because i happened to be listening to this song at the time.

I can barely keep up with my ask box as myself let alone do it while pretending to be a charac lol, so no 😅 You can find a bunch of the most common qs in the FAQ pages though.

No and not really - though he is a bit more sensitive to light compared to a human as he has much better night vision than a human. He may also be able to see more colours than humans 🤔

There is technically no "stereotypical" demon in my 'verse, there's a bunch of different species each with their own looks/powers, so if he was another species then he'd have their physical characteristics. Rire's species is considered "plain" because outwardly they can pass more easily as a human than say; Izm's species (who have a really noticeable Glasgow smile-esque mouth as one of their physical features).

Yes he was born a demon...to his demon parents...|D;

He's the king of his sector and his sector is pretty well-to-do, I think you can draw your own conclusions from that lol.

Maybe, depends on what the human in question does with that.

Your second q has two answers depending on what context I answer them in, so I'll reply in the BTD context keeping in mind a charac like EP's Cain :d Basically yes Rire would be able to sense them like he does other demons. It's not a specific sense of "THIS CHARAC IS AN ANGEL" but more like "this charac is not human" and depending on what else he gets from it a "in your best interests to not engage".

Something big with long black fur and yellow eyes, maybe like a Norwegian Forest Cat or a Maine Coon.

[falseficus]

if i may play the devil's advocate for a moment -- it doesn't really bother me that most of the fan posting around disco elysium on this site is more focused on the emotional aspects of the game than the political ones. i mean, firstly, it's well-acknowledged that fanworks tend to fill the gaps of unexplored potential in the original work -- ie, envisioning darkness in lighthearted works, re-imagining dark works as lighthearted. a lot of the emotional or relational aspects of disco elysium are left ambiguous, abstract, or at the very least dependent upon player choice and interpretation. this renders them fertile ground for speculative art. by contrast, the game's political statements are, if you have the context to analyze them well, complete. there simply isn't much more to say.

beyond that, those political aspects are also leagues ahead of many other pieces of media in terms of their complexity, nuance, and real-world analysis. that's part of what makes the game so great, and i do think may fans understand that. but, to be honest, being capable of engaging with those aspects of the game (just glance at reddit, and you'll see that many fans don't even reach that level) does not mean that fans are capable of generating that level of work themselves. like, it's simply more mental work to come up with a piece of creative art/writing that expands upon the superb worldbuilding and commentary of DE than it is to write about harry and kim getting goopy nasty. people know how to do the latter because it is a commonly exercised muscle of fandom. the former is almost academic.

that doesn't mean people *shouldn't* engage with the political aspects of the game generatively/creatively. but also... like... maybe it's better this way. seriously, look at reddit, guys. the DE subreddit is full of people *attempting* to engage with the game politically, and the analysis they're putting out is hot steaming dookie. i lose brain cells every time im forced to read another take that earnestly assumes the game positions moralism as the Right and Good Choice for Revachol. on tumblr, analysis is generative, practiced through art/fanfiction... and if i had to see the type of shit i see on reddit on tumblr in the form of fanart, id kill us all.

so anyway, i dont think the fanwork hyperfocus on relationships/emotion indicates that people aren't properly understanding the political points of the game, but simply that those points are much harder for fans to process in a generative way. their underrepresentation in fanwork doesnt particularly indicate anything about the way people are actually receiving and understanding the themes of the game.

except for the people inexplicably clogging the tag with jean viquemare. they do not understand the game and will not see the light of heaven

[joicecubes]

this started as a twitter post but it got way too long

i feel. INSANE. ABOUT FIDDLESTAN YOU GUYS. i’ll admit i didn’t get it at first, like the original concept seems kinda bonkers, they never interact! what a silly rarepair! BUT NO. I SAW A SINGLE PIECE OF FANART AND IT WAS OVER FOR ME. IM HOOKED. im sorry i need to talk about them

my favorite set-up for fiddlestan, and the one i see most people going with, is the idea that fiddleford comes back to ford’s house after ford’s already been sucked through the portal, so he finds stan instead. and thats like such perfect/devastating (depending on how you look at it) timing because their wounds from ford are both so raw.

i feel like this is gonna get long so. gay rambling under the cut

on the one hand, they get from each other what they never got from ford. or at least, what they lost from ford. fiddleford wants love, he wants his unwavering devotion to ford to be reciprocated. and stan, being such a deeply lonely person, can give him that! what he wants is companionship. he wants a friend, like what he had in his brother. he wants forgiveness. and god, fiddleford is one of the kindest, most forgiving characters in the show. if anyone will see where stan is coming from, if anyone can extend forgiveness and understanding where ford fell flat, it’s fiddleford.

and while this exemplifies just how deeply they would need each other in this scenario, when you think about how tightly they both clung to ford, there presents a very real possibility that one or both of them would feel like ford’s replacement.

stan is ford’s twin. people have played with the idea that fiddleford would see a lot ford in stan, even though they may not be very similar in demeanor. they look the same. and deep down, they do have similarities. alex hirsch said in a dvd commentary that there is more of ford in stan than he even realizes, and fiddleford would probably see that. not to mention just how deeply he would miss him.

and when stan has always felt like a worse version of ford, you can imagine he might feel like a stand-in, especially as him and fiddleford get closer. fiddleford, whether he means to or not, would definitely see his best friend in stan. he has his face for god’s sake!! and would stan just accept it? would he be upset to be seen in this light, to act as a replacement, or would he accept that he’ll always be second to ford? either way is just. DEVASTATING. for fiddleford to unintentionally confirm all of stan’s deepest fears and insecurities…

and then there’s what fiddleford is to stan. while i don’t think fiddleford would feel as deeply a replacement as stan does, he IS a big fucking nerd. and stan probably begged him for help getting ford back when he found out that fiddleford is not only a scientist, but worked on the portal in the first place. and he of course wants ford back too, but it wouldn’t surprise me if fiddleford ends up feeling like stan only keeps him around for that purpose and that purpose alone. to learn more about ford, to live vicariously through him as ford’s best friend. because stan is desperate to know more about him, to satiate this need, this wound of missing his brother for over a decade.

god and all the little things too… fiddleford being riddled with anxiety and stan being able to ground him, to knock some much-needed sense into him the next time he wants to pick up that memory gun. stan struggling to take care of himself, to see his own self worth, and fiddleford being there to make sure he eats enough food, reminds him to shower, helps wash or cut his unkempt hair. falling asleep holding each other, because they need that comfort, that warmth, that heartbeat, to feel okay enough to rest.

ugh you could do sooo much with these bitches it drives me up the wall. i feel so unwell just thinking about them. i could yap even more but i’ll keep that for another post

[elriel-month]

Elriel Month 2025🌸🦇

Hi everyone!

We are so excited to present the official prompt descriptions for the fifth-ever ELRIEL MONTH!! Like the previous few years, we will have two prompts per week that center on different aspects and scenarios of the relationship between Elain and Azriel. We aim to foster a positive space for us to celebrate our favorite Seer and Shadowsinger. Remember to tag us (@elriel-month) to be featured on this page!

We cannot wait to celebrate with you! 🦇🌸💙🗡🌹

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🎨 Art: tpiola_ (IG) | Comm: bookishbiologist (IG)

Rules and bi-weekly prompts under the break!

RULES:

✷ Participation of each day/prompt is optional!

✷ Ideally, post your art/work on the week of the prompt. However, if you cannot post on time, post whenever you can.

✷ Elriel month will be across Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram.

✷ If you want to be featured on this blog please tag @elriel-month in your posts so we can reblog them

✷ On Tumblr while posting your piece of work please use the following hashtags:  #elrielmonth #elrielmonth25 #elrielmonth2025

✷ No hate or slander towards other characters!

✷ Your submission can be a fanart, fanfics/oneshots, edits, gifset, moodboard, playlist - anything you deem acceptable.

✷ The final prompt is free choice - you can indulge your own prompt or Elriel fantasy!

✷ Be respectful of other people’s work. Do not repost without permission and credit.

Prompts

Death & the Maiden: May 1-4

In many ways, Elain and Azriel embody the "Death and the Maiden" trope: Elain personified as goodness and light, and Azriel as the broody, dark warrior surrounded by shadows. This prompt is all about exploring Elriel's light and dark aesthetic. How do you see this dynamic playing out?

🎨: jjflorentina (IG) | Comm: lunepapillons_ (IG) & gigiblodyn (twitter)

Star-Crossed: May 5-7

From the moment Rhys commanded Azriel to stay away from Elain, a great forbidden romance was born. Use this prompt to explore Elriel's star-crossed story: how do you see them defying fate (and their High Lord) to be together, despite the odds?

🎨: lacampanule (IG) | Comm: lazydaisyreads (IG)

Guilty as Sin: May 8-11

It wouldn't be an Elriel Month without an opportunity to explore our favorite couple's sexy sides. For this prompt, it's time to get spicy and highlight the chemistry between Elain and Azriel. Feel free to make things as NSFW as you'd like them to be!

🎨: artyventurer (IG) | Comm: emilysbookishtales (IG)

Free Will & True Love: May 12-14

Throughout the series, SJM emphasizes the importance of choice and free will - and this prompt is your chance to delve into how those things will play out for Elriel. What lengths will they go to choose each other? Will there be a grand "I choose you!" declaration?

🎨: eguardx (IG)| Comm: jasmineandshadows (IG) & purpleunicornc_ (IG)

The Eyes & Ears of the Night Court: May 15-18

With Elain's gifts as a Seer and Azriel's skills as the Spymaster, these two are quite literally the eyes and ears of the Night Court. Let's explore how Elain and Azriel's powers complement each other. Do you imagine them working together? Undertaking spy missions? Using their powers to help one another?

🎨: honeyypears (IG) | Comm: cassianfanclub_ (IG)

Fairytales: May 19-21

We certainly hope that Elain and Azriel have a fairytale romance in their future! For this prompt, indulge all your most whimsical, romantic ideas about Elriel. Maybe you want to explore a fairytale AU, or imagine them waltzing through a ballroom together - let your imagination run wild!

🎨: elainem97 (IG)

Peace & Quiet: May 22-25

As Feyre observes, Elain and Azriel find a peaceful refuge in each other. Use these days to explore Elriel's domestic life. How do you imagine their quiet moments at home? How do they spend their time together, and what hobbies do they share? What is their family life like?

🎨: adduani (IG) | Comm: elain_kingslayer (IG)

Visions of the Future: May 26-28

It's time to channel your inner Elain Archeron and make some predictions: what do you think the future has in store for Elriel? Now's your chance to share all your theories and predictions about how you see the future unfolding for these two lovebirds. The possibilities are endless!

🎨: lynx_illustration (IG) | Comm: duskcowboy_ (IG) & morganssecretgarden (IG)

Free Day: May 29-31

For the final days of Elriel Month, feel free to celebrate Prythian's prettiest couple however you see fit. There's only one rule for this prompt: show your love for Elriel. Beyond that, the sky's the limit!

🎨: salihace (IG) | Comm: lovelyfawnx (IG)

[khorazir]

14 years of Sherlock

30th October is my Sherlock Day on which I watched the series for the first time (back in 2010).

By now I’ve produced over a thousand pieces of fanart, over a million words of fanfic, two hand sewn Sherlock coats, many trips to the UK for Sherlock related events including cosplay sessions, there’s a graphic novel coming up … the list goes on, and even though Sherlock and John have recently got some competition from another pair of detectives (who are ghosts ...), I’m not done with them and their world.

I’ve made many friends in the Sherlock fandom, and would like to thank all the brilliant fanfic authors whose works have inspired many of the artworks above (you can find all my fanfic illustrations at my #fanfic tag, and all artworks at my #drawing tag, and those fics I particularly liked at my AO3 bookmarks), my fellow fanartists who constantly make me want to improve because they’re so good, the faithful readers who leave comments and kudos, and all my followers here and on Twitter for their support.

Those who have been following me for a while know the drill. To celebrate, I’m doing a giveaway for my followers on Tumblr, Twitter, Bluesky and Wordpress, running from today until 6th November 2024, 22h GMT:

there will be two winners, picked randomly, who each may choose a Sherlock inspired item from my Storenvy shop

you must be following me and reblog/retweet this post

no giveaway blogs, I will check

I will ship to most places. Please ask if you’re not sure if this applies to your country as well. Some countries are more difficult than others to ship fannish items to, especially if those items have queer content. You must be comfortable with giving me your shipping address and a name that corresponds with whatever ID you use to fetch items from your post office – I’m adding this because I had issues in the past with people giving fandom names and then being unable to pick up their parcels because postal employees rightly insisted on matching names.

Throughout November 2024, there’ll also be FREE SHIPPING FOR ALL ITEMS IN MY SHOP. New Sherlock, Tolkien and Dead Boy Detectives pieces will be added to the shop in early November.

Good luck, and thank you.

[levihanweek]

Hello! We are waking up with a bang

Back to our usual Secret Santa exchange! Let’s goo—

How the gift exchange works:

You will be assigned a partner to give your gift to (it doesn’t have to be christmas themed) thus they'll become your giftee.

Your identity will remain secret until the publishing date, so please make sure your inbox and IM are open so we’ll be able to communicate with you in case your giftee needs to contact you.

Info about the gifting:

All forms of works are accepted! These include but are not limited to: fanart, fanfiction, edits/graphics, gifs/animations, manga colorings, playlists, aesthetics, AMVs/videos, etc.

‎Reposting/copying/using another person’s work, and any A I generated works are NOT allowed. We won’t reblog any submissions that you did not make personally or any work that is offensive/discriminatory in any way.

‎Please be sure to tag accordingly if your work contains blood/gore/mature content.

‎For this event, we set minimum requirements for the gifts. We’d appreciate that you try your best to make your work meet the following guidelines:

↳art: draw at least a fairly detailed and colored bust-sized drawing or a b/w well detailed one

↳fic: 1.5-2k words across any genre

↳gfx/gif/edit: 2 big/complex images or 4 simple/small images for the photoset

↳misc: (the above are common gift types for exchange events, but if you plan on making something else and would like to know a minimum requirement for that medium/gift type or if you just have some doubts in general, feel free to ask us. We’ll be happy to help!)

Take these as a potential reference. You’re not obliged to but remember that someone else may be working hard on your gift, so it’s only appropiate to put some love into your piece as well (:

Timeline:

November 25 | Sign-ups will be closed by midnight EST. Be sure to fill up THIS FORM if you want to participate. Might close earlier or later depending on the speed/amount of the sign-ups.

November 26-27 | The mod will inform participants about their giftee and their respective wishlist.

December 14 | The mod will check in on each of the participants’ progress

‎December 25 | Time to post your gifts! If you publish your work here in tumblr, tag @ this blog's and your giftee's username, also include #levihan secret santa 2024 in the first five tags so we can be able to find it. We’ll be reblogging your works on this blog.

If you publish your work on instagram, tag @ale.man.art and your giftee's username, also include #levihansecretsanta2024. The posts will be shared and sent to people.

The date might be extended a day or two but it will depend on the progress of your works.

AN IMPORTANT PSA: If you feel like you cannot meet the deadline or want to drop out halfway, please message us ASAP and we will sort it out. We’d rather you be honest with us if you can’t meet the deadline than be a no-show on the day of.

[itsaship-literally]

It’s A Ship - Literally Revisited

As many of my long-time followers and friends know…

THIS BLOG supports the POTENTIAL FUTURE of Beetlejuice and Lydia.

In the past, I have written posts about WHY we ship Beej and Lyds, specifically here on this blog, when there are so many controversies. It needed to be cleared up many times because, with every new piece of media, there comes opposition, which is totally understandable if you are not used to supernatural or horror-themed romance tropes.

I am here to help break it down for all the new fans sitting back and trying to figure out the ship's where, what, why and whens.

Here we go!

Movie verse:

Many of us were young when we met Beetlejuice and Lydia for the first time. Some latched on to and related to a young Winona Ryder. It was a vibe, and while we are well aware that in real-life terms, a teen is not ready to be involved with a 600+ ghost (cuz that’s an option 🤣), we couldn't help but find the allure in the Living Meets Death dichotomy. As you will undoubtedly see, this is a running theme in the fandom.

We had countless reunion fics featuring an older Lydia (sometimes by years, sometimes by months) reconnecting with her villain/antagonist. Many were dark fic, some light and fluffy and some off the wall chaotic, while some crossed over into the MoToon verse (yes that is a thing)

So here we are, more than 30 years later, and our pair reunited legitimately on the big screen. It was beautiful and, without giving away any spoilers since this new piece of media is still fresh, it gives us more to play with because, let’s face it, he is not done haunting her.

With this movie universe, there is still potential for this ship to thrive. (And that’s not just because Winona and Michael are down. I still am in shock over their revelations)

Toon Verse:

Yet another oldie that many grew up on. This one is a hotbed for both friend-shipping and Relation-shipping.

Here, we have a long-term bond that can be wholesome, platonic, romantic, complicated, or, on occasion, dark and twisted.

Stories have ranged from childhood crushes to outright possessiveness. The fanart from cute fluff to… well… rule 34.

Lydia is young in this cartoon. We are aware of that and in any cartoon fandom, aging up is par for the course. It is expected (and preferred by many) that any stories of romance happen in circumstances outside of the toon cannon.

Age issues aside, we cannot deny that BJ adores her. The man has an entire shrine in his head, idolizing this twisted, weird girl that, once again, many older fans related to. He would do anything for her and has proved it many times. The chaotic dead man with no shits to give will give up freedom and wealth and go against his nature to make her happy.

How can we not find the potential for a future of these two goofballs?

Musical Verse:

This universe combined the goofiness of Toon with the antagonism of the movie—a nice combo that I and those we call MusicalBabes enjoy.

Regardless of what the cast believes or feels about the shipping subject, they are working with a pair of unseen, attention-starved, chaotic nut jobs—a compliment, not disparagement.

Beetlejuice and Lydia need each other. They were miserable before they met and would have continued to be so had they not entangled themselves in the other’s existence.

Living and the dead, once again, need each other to balance their lonliness.

Does musical verse have ship potential? Hell, yes, it does. (Also, this is the only piece of media where the wedding actually went through)

Just a few Common Tropes In This Ship: (there are so many more than this)

Mayfly/December Romance (also see: May/December and Age Gap)

Reincarnation Romance

Death and the Maiden (also see: Monster and the Maiden)

Beast and Beauty

Ugly Guy, Hot Wife

Boy meets Ghoul

Why the name Beetlebabes?

Read: Beetlebabes: A History

To find more ship related content use: Beetlejuice x Lydia, Betelyds (alt. Beetlyds), Beej and Lyds, Beetle and Babes, Beetz and Deetz (or more simply Beetz) are the original ship names. BeetleBabes, MovieBabes, ToonBabes and MusicalBabes are all relatively new.

This blog often uses Beetlebabes but it’s not a hard fast rule that it will be on every post.

The goal of Its A Ship - Literally...

I created this blog many years ago (around 2016) to collect all the goodness in the fandom. Memes, art, fics, fan theories. I picked up the ship names and used them as tags. Gathered as much as I could from Tumblr posts, in all universes, and tried so hard to stay neutral amidst the internal fandom drama. (give or take a few misteps, iykyk)

The only goal I have here is to collect and share and boost all universes. Movie, Toon and Musical, including the mini verses of MoToon and Graveyard Revue if I can find it.

I do this for fun, to destress and play internet magpie with shiny beetle stuff while I stuff everything into the queue.

Lots of love to you guys. And as always, please show love to your fan creators. Credit them and boost the signals. These creators do so much hard work.

- 🪲 - 🪲 - 🪲 - 🪲 - 🪲 -

Previous Posts Like This: Because It Needs to Be Said Yet Again (2017) | One More Time (2019)

[hoeneymilktea]

deciphered ✧ tooru oikawa chapter 4 | renegade nights

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname.

✧ pairing — tooru oikawa / afab reader ✧ genre — erotica/smut, action romance, crime romance, dark romance (absolutely no dv/sa), psychological thriller, crime/detective mystery ✧ rating — very explicit, 18+ mdni ✧ chapter word count — 9.6k ✧ content warnings — violence, street racing, references to drugs, explicit sexual content, heavy angst. see below break for chapter specific warnings ↴

author's note — This fanfic is inspired by the beautiful and amazing fanart of Street Racer AU Tooru Oikawa. Artist is @aikk00. disclaimer — I do not condone the romanticization of the yakuza or the reality of gang life as I intended not to portray that kind of interpretation, nor promote the activity of illegal street racing. Do not seek out these types of experiences as this work is just a piece of fiction. Please remember to read at your own risk.

ramen & racing ⇠ renegade nights ⇢ rescuing sly fox

✧ chapter specific content warnings: explicit sexual content, dark themes, degradation, choking, slapping, foreplay, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, lots of dirty talk per usual, a little dubious but very much consensual, everything done here is created with sexual tension please for the love of god, it's lowkey argument sex but lol, goddamn i didn't realize i was the one who wrote this like daaaaamn this shit is nastyyyyy lol

The temperature of the condo decreased as the silence grew, both you and Leia staring at each other with guilt for one another. You felt ashamed for eavesdropping on their conversation while Leia felt disappointed in herself for exposing the news so suddenly. Regardless, none of you were at fault as the situation came unexpectedly with no time to prepare.

Your fingers started to tremble while your body felt like it was sinking deeper and deeper into the couch. Leia paced in front of the window wall anxiously, scratching the back of her head while thinking of ways to explain the situation. Drugs were one thing, but murder was on an entirely different tier of morality—how was she supposed to justify it?

"I'll keep quiet," you murmured out, backing into the corner of the couch. "If you're worried about me going to the police, you don't have to—"

Leia abruptly called your name out, startling you for a bit. She raised her hands up in front of herself, reassuring the situation. "Relax, relax. We're not going to do anything to you."

She stared straight into your eyes and eased her hands down to the couch, touching the cushion before sitting down close to your body. Your heart pounded louder in your chest, unable to clearly hear her attempts to calm you down. In an instant, she grasped both of your hands in between hers, leaning forward into your face.

"I just need you to stay calm," she softly spoke, her silhouette shadowed in the neon lights outside. "Tooru may or may not tell you about what happened, so if he does, don't mention that you heard the news from me."

Her voice was solemn and straight-forward, dealing with the situation in extreme caution while you avoided making eye contact with her. You tried your best to remain calm while you nodded your head in agreement, still slightly shaken by the news.

Suddenly, you both heard two engines roar into the night—the sound of the cars were distinct with a high pitched rotation, knowing exactly it was Oikawa and Kuroo behind the wheels.

You were unable to make a clear judgement in the moment—the first night you met Oikawa, he seemed genuine, showing a side of himself you did not expect someone like him would show. He was honest, gentle and vulnerable with not only you, but with himself as well. Yet tonight, it seemed like he was the complete opposite, not sure if what you perceived him to be earlier was true.

Leia immediately stood up and walked over to the window, peering down at the street filled with vehicles and pedestrians. The familiar white and red cars accelerated loudly beneath the building, their engines echoing up to where you both were.

"They're here. I just saw them pull in." Leia quickly sat back on the couch, acting as nothing happened within the past five minutes.

You sat still in your seat, patiently waiting for what was to come next. It was difficult to think about ways to avoid mentioning the situation to Oikawa without including how you obtained the information, unsure if you should even bring it up in the first place. You thought if it was even worth staying in his condo after learning what he did, wondering if you should just leave the premises instead.

"Leia, I—"

Click Click.

You both whipped your heads around when the door lock went off from behind the couch, interrupting your attempt to converse with Leia one last time.

Your eyes shifted towards the door swinging open while Oikawa stepped in first, covered in scratches, blood stains and dirt scuffs. Punctures, gashes and bloodstains were made into his white t-shirt while his black jeans were defiled and dripping with dirt and dark splashes of a wet substance. His knuckles were bruised and battered while he gripped his hand into a fist, the red marks of his wounds bulging from his skin.

Kuroo was no different—a large mark slashed across his face was covered by a single bandaid with a large bruise on his right arm, purple to the surface. His tank top was severely damaged with slits lacerated into his chest, dried blood and scabs contributing to his injuries.

"Leia, let's go." Kuroo commanded in a calm yet intimidating tone, visibly exhausted from their emergency.

She did not fight his request, simply rising up from the couch and making her way over. Leia nodded before she shot you a concerning stare, waving goodbye in the process.

"I'll text you," she promised, crossing her arms over her chest while she walked backwards. "Keep in mind what I told you about."

When she stepped out of his condo and into the corridor, Kuroo clasped his right palm against Oikawa's before patting each other on the back with the other hand to wish another goodbye. They left the condo quickly while Oikawa closed the door behind them, slowing down his movements before walking towards you.

You didn't say a word to him, much less look at him while he walked over to the kitchen to wash his hands. The tension was apparent; he could sense you were on edge. Oikawa slowly walked over to where you were sitting, hands in his pockets to hide his bruised knuckles.

He called your name softly behind the couch, grabbing your attention. You turned around and instantly looked up to make eye contact with him, noticing a dreadful look on his face. His brown eyes were usually vibrant and saturated in color, but when you looked up into them, they seemed dull and dark, almost greyish in tone. His posture was slumped slightly with his front bangs slicked back to reveal the multiple bruises scattered on his jaw.

"What happened? Are you okay?" You asked, quickly getting up from the couch.

Oikawa did not respond, instead he continued to stare at you with a blank expression, standstill in his posture. He pursed his lips and pulled his right hand out of his pocket, bending over to pick your hand up.

In the corner of your eye, you saw his swollen and contused knuckles, red in color while slowly recovering from the injuries. His hands were cold and shivering when he touched you, desperately trying to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"What happened to you, Tooru?" You looked up at him one more time, inspecting his hands all over. They were normally soft, but when you turned his palms to face up at the ceiling, they were rough and calloused.

He didn't answer again and closed his eyes with a despondent frown, telling everything you needed to know about how he was feeling at the moment.

"Can you tell me what happened?" You repeated one more time with your eyebrows pinched, growing irritated at the neglect of your questions.

"It's best if you didn't know." Oikawa lowered his head as you watched his bangs fall down.

"Can I at least help you clean your wounds, then?" You hovered your hand over several purple bruises and cuts on his arms, inspecting if any of them were infected. Oikawa instantly retracted his arm back from you, sitting down on the couch.

"I can handle them myself." He responded in a deep and irritated tone, obvious that he was not feeling well.

Certain social cues from Oikawa made his point clear to you. His condo fell silent as you did not say anything back, rather standing still in front of him resting on the couch. Your hands fidgeted uncomfortably, looking around the living room to buy yourself some time to process the moment. He pulled out his phone and started to scroll through on it, not saying a word as well.

You thought about Leia's advice, staying calm with him and not mentioning the call with DK earlier. It seemed apparent that he wasn't going to say anything, acknowledging that any action you could do would upset him. Instead, you decided to collect all of your things from the coffee table and walk towards the front of his door, slipping your shoes back on.

Oikawa heard you take off his bomber jacket and place it on the coat stand before unlocking the front door, opening it slightly. He quickly turned around with a saddened frown on his face, gripping the back of the couch cushions.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," you responded, halfway headed out the door. Your cell was in your hand with Iwaizumi's speed-dial open, ready to call. You pressed his number on the screen, placing the phone up to your ear. "It seems like you'd rather be left alone. Don't worry about dropping me off, I'll call Hajime to come pick me up. I'll see you soon, Tooru."

"No," Oikawa jolted up from the couch and ran to the front door, grabbing your hand quickly to pull you back in. You looked at him with the dial tone ringing in your ears, a blank stare resting on your face.

His fingers held yours so delicately, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles while his eyes filled with sorrow, upset that you decided to leave on your own. "I want you to stay."

You pursed your lips, moving them to the left side of your face. It was in Oikawa's favor that Iwaizumi did not pick up his phone, letting his voicemail inbox ring in your ears. You pulled your hand out of his grip to quickly text Iwaizumi a false alarm, letting him know to ignore your call.

You calmly stepped back inside, putting your phone back into your pocket without making eye contact with him. Oikawa placed his hand on the handle of the door and closed it quietly, locking it in place while you took off your shoes again.

"I'm only staying if you tell me what happened to you." You calmly mentioned, setting down your shoes by the door.

"I can't do that, I'm sorry." Oikawa quietly responded, his voice sounding upset like he was about to cry.

You stared at him again without an expression on your face, his whole condo dark and quiet without any light besides the lit candle on the table and the blue neon signs outside the window. Oikawa's eyes were half open with his hair messed up, dried blood still scattered on his t-shirt. He tried to reach his hand out to stroke your cheek, but you shrugged off his attempt.

"Tooru, I don't want to worry all night about why there's blood on your shirt and gashes across your chest while I'm staying here at your place. The least you could do is tell me what happened." You tightened your fist and gritted the back of your teeth, sighing right after.

Yet again, perpetual silence clouded the atmosphere. It almost pained Oikawa to admit why he didn't to tell you the truth, but he knew you deserved to know. Under his breath in the quietest volume possible, he whispered, mustering out all the strength within him.

"I'm afraid if I tell you what happened, you'll think of me differently."

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because I really like you," Oikawa's voice deepened as he tried to reach his hand out to you again, placing his fingers on the side of your cheek. "And I don't want you to hate me."

They said one's eyes are the windows to the soul, yet when you stared deep into Oikawa's, there was nothing there for you to look at. His pupils were pitch black, despite the iridescent lights outside the windows reflecting on his body. With one closer look, you saw your reflection in his eyes, brushed away by his eyelashes blinking after.

"Look, I understand you're afraid to tell me, but I don't like it when secrets are kept, regardless of who you are. I value honesty, and I'm not willing to compromise on that. I know what I deserve, and if you aren't going to be honest with me, I'm just gonna leave."

You raised your voice with an irritated tone, holding onto all of your belongings. Oikawa stopped making eye contact with you, looking down at his feet instead. You waited patiently for a response, but as several seconds of silence passed by without him saying a word, you scoffed and slid your shoes on your feet.

You pushed Oikawa aside, unlocking the door and opening it slightly. Just as you were about to head out, you looked over your shoulder back at him, meeting with his melancholic eyes once again. "I'll be going, Tooru. See you later."

"Wait," Oikawa interrupted, grabbing your wrist.

"I got in a fight with another racer from the Inarizaki Bois. He tried to steal some of our car parts from the tune shop." Oikawa lied, holding tighter to your wrist. "That's why DK and I had to go deal with it. Don't worry about it anymore."

You didn't respond right away, processing his explanation. If you hadn't known the truth, it could have been a believable alibi—yet you knew better, and the fact Oikawa had lied so easily upset you even more than it should have. You closed your eyes and yanked your hand away from Oikawa, not wanting him to touch you anymore.

"Bullshit," you scoffed, shaking your head in absolute disappointment. "I can't believe you just lied straight to my face."

Oikawa stopped breathing for a second, standing still in place. His heart raced faster and faster, knowing you caught him in a lie. "I...I mean—"

"The Nohebi clan," you interrupted him, closing the door behind you. Once the locks clicked, you whispered in a stern tone while keeping distance from him. "You killed all of them. You killed all them and lied straight to my face about it."

Oikawa's eyes grew wide, shocked by your accusation. "H-How, how—?"

"I can see why you guys call DK a loudmouth, because he sure does have one."

You dropped your shoes back on the floor once more and pushed Oikawa out of your direction, making your way over to the other side of his condo, creating distance between you both. You took your phone out and began to text Iwaizumi again, asking if he could pick you up.

"Why did you keep asking me about what happened if you already knew? Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" Oikawa began to walk towards you with a frown on his lips and irritation in his voice.

You looked up from your phone with another expressionless look on your face, noticing he was becoming more aggravated. You could see the frustration and anger in his eyes—although, two sides of the same coin, there was a flush of sorrow and guilt as well.

"I wanted to hear the news directly from you." Your voice remained calm, despite your anger intensifying. "I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself. Instead, you decided to lie to me."

The cuts on his skin were fresh and stinging, bringing Oikawa to walk over to the kitchen to run his arm under cold water. He opened a free drawer that contained a first aid kit, removing a gauze and some disinfectant from the container for his wounds. Reaching both of his hands behind his neck, he grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing multiple cuts and bruises on his arms and chest.

"I understand you wanted to know, but it really doesn't involve you." His eyebrows pinched close together, exaggerating the agitated look in his eyes that he didn't even try to mask. He took a towel and ran it under cold water before beginning to wrap his cuts with the gauze, securing it with a bandage.

"Tooru, it involves me one-hundred-percent. You're Hajime's boss, if you end up dragging him along in your business, I'm going to have to deal with the consequences as well." You placed your phone down on the dining table with the half written text message to Iwaizumi left unsent.

Oikawa emerged from the kitchen in just his black jeans and a bandage across his arm, walking towards you. His skin was damp from the wet towel he used to clean the cuts on his chest, swiping his right hand across to flick some water off his body.

He grabbed the pistol resting on the side of his hip and dropped it on the dining table right next to the candle you lit earlier. The rattle from the glass echoed throughout his condo with a long silence followed thereafter. Oikawa looked down at the candle, watching the flame dance between the wick and the oil.

"Then I'll make sure that doesn't happen," Oikawa raised his voice, his eyes still fixated on his hand resting on his pistol. "The less involved, the better the situation will be handled. This is why I didn't want you to know."

He continued to look down at his hands leaning on the table, unable to make eye contact. You took a few steps closer to him, placing your left hand on his right shoulder, watching him flinch slightly as you touched his skin.

"I understand and trust you to make sure it doesn't happen, It's just... did you not trust me enough to keep it a secret?"

Oikawa didn't say a word and kept his head lowered, the wispy bangs on his forehead hanging down below as it covered both of his eyes.

"Tooru, do you trust me?"

Once again, silence fell through the darkened room without a response from him. Oikawa stood up straight and placed both of his hands inside his pockets, turning his body to face you with a dark and gloomy aura surrounding his presence. Your heart pounded through your chest as you looked up into his gaze—his pupils constricted as his eyes enlarged to the point they looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

He took a step closer to you; one at a time with one foot in front of the other. Soft patters and shuffles on the wooden oak floor echoed within the condo until your back slowly pressed up against the wall near the dining table. Oikawa lifted his head up with an expressionless look on his face, feeling his breath tickle on the side of your cheek.

You gazed into his eyes, watching the corners of his mouth quiver, shaded by the hesitated breath he took before staring back at you too. Your bodies were centimeters away from each other, reaching out to rest your fingers on his right bicep covered in a layer of gauze. He winced before relaxing his arm, placing his right hand on the wall above your head with his other situated at the crook of your neck.

While looking at your reflection in his pupils, he lowered his head to kiss you, only to be immediately stopped by your hand pressing up against his chest. His skin was cold to the touch while your fingers trailed down his body, careful to not touch his cuts. While dropping your eyelids, you gazed deep into his eyes and repeated your question one more time, whispering it near his lips.

"Do you trust me?"

"Not yet."

His fingers traced up your neck, slowly brushing against your skin before lightly tilting your chin up with his index finger. His lips hovered over yours, feeling tickles of his breath over your face. He gently moved your head to the right in order to expose the left side of your neck, burying himself in between your collarbone and jaw, planting kisses all over in between.

Oikawa tightened his grip around your throat before immediately smashing his lips onto yours, roughly pushing your head up against the wall. Every time your lips parted for a small breath of air, he would shove his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste the dull metal of his tongue piercing as it grazed against your teeth.

He pulled his lips away from yours to plant kisses on your jaw again before he placed his left thumb into your mouth, letting you delicately suck on it while your tongue pressed against the tip of his digit. You felt him drag his thumb against your lip, pulling it down to expose your bottom teeth. He peered at you with his eyes half open, exhaling softly through his mouth.

"Do you trust me?" Oikawa whispered softly against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I wish I didn't."

His lips touched yours again, slowly and sensually kissing his way down your jaw, neck and collarbone. Tracing his way back up, he roughly kissed your lips one more, moving your head to the side while he cradled your face. Your hands wandered up his chest and around the back of his neck, intertwining your fingers through his hair as he pressed your body up against the wall.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he slid his hand up your top to grasp your right breast, kneading and pinching right through your bra. You roughly took off your clothes one by one, leaving yourself only in your underwear while Oikawa gripped his hand around your throat again, pressing the back of your head against the wall.

You inhaled deeply through your nose as his fingers remained around the sides of your neck, staring intently into his eyes. Your body felt hot against Oikawa's while you both remained still, only the quiet exhales of his breaths on your face could be heard. When you looked down at him with a smirk, you softly spoke a request, knowing exactly what was to come next between you both.

"Go rough this time, I want to feel something different."

Within that second, Oikawa smashed his lips on yours once again with a quiet chuckle under his breath. "As you wish."

His hands wandered throughout your body again—kissing down your lips, neck and chest—all before trailing his tongue down your stomach and crouching his head in between your thighs. He hooked his fingers against the thin elastic of your underwear, pulling them down to spread your legs apart.

He slipped the fabric off your legs as it dangled on your toes, kissing and sucking on your inner thighs, leaving multiple marks on your skin during the process. The pain felt pleasurable, watching him lick and bite all over your thighs made you ache for more, stroking back his brown hair behind his ears.

Sooner or later, he made his way back in between your legs, making sure to bite, kiss and mark every inch of you before starting. The bottom of his tongue piercing touched your skin while Oikawa lifted your left leg up, curling and digging his fingers deeper into your flesh. You moaned as his tongue pressed against you, feeling the tip enter through your pussy in search of your clit.

"Tooru, oh my god," you whispered, gasping for air. Your whole body felt hot while he spread your legs further apart, letting you rest your weight against the wall. All you saw was Oikawa's head buried in between your legs when his tongue flicked at your clit, purposefully pressing his tongue piercing against it.

"Keep still." Oikawa mumbled in between your legs as you ran your fingers through his brown locks. You pushed his bangs back, exposing the view of his face—his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips sucking voraciously on your clit.

Oikawa knew exactly how to pleasure your body as he has done before, except for this time, keeping in mind your request to be rougher. He rolled your clit in between his tongue and the front of his teeth, making your eyes move to the back of your skull, breathing deeply into your lungs while your head pressed against the wall. His lips suctioned around your clit again before licking up any essence dripping down his tongue, feeling your legs tremble while his hands held your body still.

You felt a sharp temperature change deep inside of your core when Oikawa slipped in two fingers, cold as ice, pumping them slowly but surely into you. The tips of his long fingers hit deep into you when he quickly thrusted in and out, feeling yourself clench around him while grabbing the back of his head. Staggered exhales escaped from your mouth while you closed your eyes, feeling him swirl the tip of his tongue around you simultaneously.

"Please, please—fuck!" You interrupted yourself, feeling him roughly suck on your clit again, sending mixed signals of pleasure and pain up to your brain.

His name escaped your lips as you moaned out in pleasure, leaning over to feel your core build up pressure. Oikawa continued to pump his fingers inside of you, gasping for air in between your legs while you rocked your hips back and forth. He guided your body to release, holding you down while the blood rushed to the surface of your skin.

His tongue slowly and sensually explored around your pussy as his fingers plunged deep inside of you, gently scraping the tips of fingers against your g-spot continuously. The feeling kept driving you over the edge, holding on tighter to the back of Oikawa's hair. He moaned in between your legs, quickly giving you a slap to your ass while digging his fingers deeper and deeper into your skin.

With your right leg still on the floor, your toes raised higher and higher until you slammed your hand onto the dining table. The rattle of the glass lit candle and Oikawa's pistol startled you, feeling your heart race faster and faster. A whimper erupted from your throat as you bit your lip and closed your eyes, sliding your head down on the wall.

Your eyes began to water in the corners of your eyes, pleasure overwhelming your body entirely from every one of his touches. No one had ever pleasured you the way Oikawa did— and he wasn't even inside of you yet.

"Fuck, Tooru!" Your head pressed back up into the wall again, closing your eyes shut to moan at the top of your lungs, feeling yourself come all over his fingers.

"Mmm, ahaha." Oikawa lightly chuckled between your legs, feeling the deep vibration of his hum. You kept coming into his mouth, feeling every ounce of yourself drip down your thighs. Oikawa quickened the pace of his thrusts, repeatedly hitting his fingers in a come-hither motion, wringing out the last bit of your essence onto his tongue.

Watching you come aroused Oikawa to the fullest; having you scream his name and squirt from his manipulation caused the bulge in his pants to grow tighter. Every time your thighs closed in on his face while your hands ran through his hair, he couldn't get enough of you, craving every bit of your reactions of pleasure.

You bucked your hips upward and locked your fingers in his hair, hearing your moans echo into the room. He groaned into you again, pushing his fingers deep inside your pussy while his bruised knuckles hit against your thighs. With every thrust, there was a quick pause—and with that, you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

He removed both himself and his fingers from your pussy, releasing a satiated exhale with a pop from his mouth. Your legs continued to tremble, knocking the edge of your knees against each other as Oikawa placed his hands directly on your waist to hold you still. He slowly crouched back up, sliding his hands up your chest to cup your right breast before instantly shoving his wet fingers down your mouth.

"That's right, suck them nice and slow. Good girl," Oikawa reassured, cupping the side of your face as his thumb gently stroked your cheek. "Keep doing that."

You choked and coughed when you felt the pads of his fingertips graze against the back of your throat, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Once he removed them from your mouth, Oikawa placed the same two fingers on his tongue, wrapping his lips around to savor every last bit of your taste.

His eyes became dark, feeling the mood of the atmosphere grow lascivious and carnal between you two. Your skin felt hot and sweltered, regardless of the cold temperature of his condo. Wandering hands grazed up and down bodies while murmurs of silent prayers escaped through lips to satisfy the soul. Oikawa knew exactly what to do to your body—and nothing aroused him more than to see you crumble in his arms, entirely defeated from his touch.

As you caught your breath, Oikawa reached behind your back and pulled your head down, forcing your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Tilting your head to the side, he buried his head into your neck, biting into your shoulder and tasting the sweat of your skin. A hesitated moan from your lips softly echoed into his ears, feeling his dick grind against your thighs.

Your clothes scattered the wooden floors, most of them thrown near the couch, only a few feet over. His aggressive touching and rough biting were elements of his dominant behavior, only fulfilling what you requested from him. Oikawa's hands were always wrapped around the base of your neck, his fingers slightly pinching the sides of your throat.

One action led to another, footsteps moving from the wall to the floor, bodies thrown onto the couch. The cold leather touch shocked you both awake, goosebumps raising on the surface of your skin. Kissing, touching, and moaning continued while hands grasped at the cushions, the night sky and neon lights illuminating from outside.

Oikawa pulled himself away and off your body, standing up from the couch. He towered over you like a building, blood from the cuts on his arm soaking through the gauze wrapped around his bicep. The chain around his neck misaligned, sticking to his chest while he took a deep breath, staring at your naked body down below.

You gazed back up at his body blocking the moonlight from the window wall, slowly sitting up straight. While he began to unbuckle his jeans, you watched his muscles flex, focusing your attention on the traditional Japanese dragon tattoo on his right arm and the sakura flowers floating atop waves of water on his left. He was the epitome of everything you found attractive in a man—tall, slim, muscular and decorated with tattoos.

His jeans and underwear dropped to the floor, slowly slipping one leg out at a time. Oikawa was left naked in his living room just like you; making his way to hover over your body, quickly kissing your lips once more. He wrapped his right hand around the base of his dick, slowly pumping himself up and down before he grabbed the back of your head and forced you close to his hips.

"It's your turn to pleasure me." His voice became deep and demanding, still holding your head in place. "Suck it."

"That's what I'm gonna fucking do," you retorted, placing your right hand on his adonis belt and your left hand on the base of his shaft, slowly pumping it up and down.

"Then hurry up. I'm not going to repeat myself." Oikawa commanded as he collected your hair into his grip, pulling it back when you placed your tongue on the tip of his cock. Gradually, you began to bob your head back and forth, letting your saliva trail all over him.

Oikawa exhaled a staggered groan when he felt your tongue swirl under the head of his dick, flicking it repeatedly from side to side. You kissed the tip quickly before wrapping your lips around it, feeling his shaft fill up your whole mouth, letting it reached the back of your throat.

You closed your eyes, moving both your hand and lips along to a rhythm inside your head. Oikawa watched you from above, absolutely mesmerized by his dick going in and out of your mouth quickly, assisted by your wrists twisting and turning. He let out an apprehended moan, unwilling to admit he was left vulnerable at your disposal.

His quiet grunts of pleasure started to accumulate in the empty room accompanied by the voracious sound of your lips sucking on his dick. He was big; filling up the entirety of your mouth every time his hips thrusted forward. Oikawa cradled the side of your cheek, sliding his left hand right under your ear, holding the back of your head tightly.

"Mmm, fuck yeah." Oikawa moaned, sharply inhaling when the tip of your tongue grazed against the head of his dick. "Suck my cock like the little slut you are."

He started moving his hips forward while he placed both of his hands behind your head, continually slamming himself inside of your mouth as tears rolled down your face. You looked up at him when your eyes became blurry, only the moonlight and his dark silhouette filling up your field of vision. Oikawa pulled his dick out of your mouth, slapping your face with the back of his hand.

"No crying. Take it like a good girl, understand?"

The sting on your cheek started to subside, completely compensated with the rush of adrenaline inside your body. You furrowed your eyebrows up at him, giving a slight head nod before he menacingly smirked down at you, aroused by the sight of your tears dripping down your eyes.

"I understand."

He gripped your cheeks, pinching your cheeks close together before he leaned down close to your ear.

"I'm going to make you beg for me to fuck you." His ominous threat left you shocked as he let go of your cheeks and grabbed the base of his shaft, slapping your tear-stained cheek with his dick. "Open up, baby. Say ahh."

You stuck your tongue out only for him to shove himself back into your mouth, the tip of his dick touching the back of your throat once more. The force of his hips lunging forward caused you to gag, forcing a cough out when your lips touched the base of his shaft. When he pulled out immediately, you gasped for air, coughing out any irritation in your throat as he stroked the side of your cheek, propping his index finger underneath your chin.

"Aw, my poor baby. Can't handle it? Hmm?" He teased, looking down at you with a mischievous smile. You looked him in the eyes as he tapped your cheek twice with two fingers, insinuating a warning before he slapped you across the face. "Too fucking bad."

The sting on your cheek felt refreshing, reshaping any sense of pain into pleasure. Degradation from Oikawa aroused you more than ever, feeling yourself yearn for something that was lacking in your life. It was transformative, sensual and ravenous—something you craved to feel.

He grabbed the base of his shaft and smacked your cheek with his dick, shoving it in your mouth once you willingly stuck your tongue out. Oikawa grasped the top of your throat with his right hand while you sucked his dick again, pinching the sides of your neck and digging his nails into your skin.

"Finally being a good girl now, hmm?" Oikawa's eyebrows raised but kept his eyelids drooped as he smirked down at your face, thrusting his dick repeatedly into your mouth. "Why, do you want me to fuck you?"

You closed your eyes and nodded your head, to which he wiped away the tears on your cheeks with his thumb.

"I want to hear you say it then."

Oikawa pulled out his cock from your mouth before you gasped for air, leaving a small trail of saliva connecting your bottom lip and the tip of his dick. He let go of his grip on your throat and caressed your face with the same hand, swiping his thumb on your soft skin. Your eyes began to sting when you looked up at him, watching his face contort into a wicked grin, shoving his thumb into your mouth.

"Fuck me, please." You mumbled, your voice obstructed from the tip of his thumb grazing over your lips.

"Good girl. Lay on your back and spread your legs open for me." He chuckled ominously, pushing your shoulder down onto the couch.

You did as you were told, laying on your back to spread open your thighs. The tears in your eyes were quickly wiped off with the back of your hand, watching Oikawa crawl onto the couch and place both of his knees onto the couch, straddling over your figure. He stroked his dick up and down with his right hand before grabbing onto the armrest of the couch above your head.

He leaned down, placing a sensual kiss on your lips. "I'm not going to be gentle."

"I never wanted you to be."

You wrapped both of your hands around the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock graze your pussy, sliding into you with ease. He filled you up instantly, feeling yourself becoming tighter and tighter as he pushed his way in deeper and deeper. Oikawa placed his left hand on your right breast and kneaded your nipple against his thumb, pressing down and pinching it slightly against his index finger.

You felt his hot breath against your mouth as he kissed your lips, feeling his tongue piercing graze against your teeth. Moaning into his mouth, you instinctively bucked your hips into his.

"Excited now, are we?" He teased in a brash tone, inhaling deeply as he began to move his hips slowly.

"Shut up and fuck me already," you whispered into his ears, placing your index finger on his lips.

You didn't have to tell him twice as he started to thrust into you faster, sliding his dick out entirely before forcefully shoving himself back in. He grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling your body against his while he fucked you roughly. You felt him move in and out of your pussy effortlessly, entirely lubricated by your slick.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Oikawa groaned as he continuously pumped his dick inside of you, the tip of his head kissing your cervix with every thrust. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

You placed your feet up onto his shoulders before he grabbed onto your ankles, looking down at your body moving synchronously to his own rhythm. He was mesmerized by your breasts bouncing up and down every time his hips collided with yours, feeling his dick sink deeper into you. Oikawa's quiet grunts in your ear drowned out the pulsation of your heart throughout your body, overwhelmed by the motions of his thrusts.

"You're taking my dick so well like a good little slut," Oikawa harshly spoke through his teeth with a low guttural sound in the back of his throat, exhaling a soft chuckle thereafter. He slapped your face with his left hand before grabbing onto your right breast, leaving you gasping for air with the sting on your face lingering.

You began to darkly chuckle, placing your left hand over your cheek. "Oh you're so fucking dea—"

Oikawa choked you with his right hand, tightening his grip around the base of your neck before lowering his face down to your left ear.

"I'm so fucking what now?" He teased, placing kisses and bites along your jaw and down the side of your neck.

He then slipped his other hand underneath your spine, lifting your upper body up from the couch. Oikawa leaned back and sat on his hind legs while you wrapped your right arm around his neck, placing your left hand behind on the armrest. Staggered and shallow breaths escaped your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, watching your body start to give in.

"Ride me," Oikawa breathed into your mouth before placing a small kiss on your lips. "You do the work now and ride my dick."

You placed both of your hands behind on the armrest of the couch, resting most of your weight on your arms. Your hips began to rock back and forth, bouncing your entire body up and down. He grabbed your waist with both of his hands roughly, controlling your hips to grind against his. His fingers dug deep into the sides of your waist, watching his thumbs massage your skin sensually every time he thrusted into you.

Oikawa guided your body to grind on him, shoving his dick deeper into you with every thrust down. He grunted as you swayed your hips, sliding his right hand off your waist while he reached up behind and grabbed the back of your neck. While digging his fingers into your shoulder, he shot you a smirk before carelessly smashing his lips onto yours.

"Mmm, fuck." He mumbled into your mouth, leaning both of his arms back on the couch cushions. Oikawa threw his head back, closing his eyes and groaning your name as he pushed back his sweaty bangs from his face.

You clung both of your hands onto the back of his neck, locking your fingers together to balance your body onto his. While watching you vigorously grind your hips on his dick, Oikawa admired the view of your body swaying in circles, repeatedly bouncing your ass up and down.

"Fucking ride that cock, baby." Oikawa unabashedly encouraged, slapped your ass hard from behind, causing you to moan louder into his ear.

Every nerve in your body became heightened with blood rushing through your veins, sweat dripping down your back and the feeling of euphoria stimulating your brain. His dick penetrated deep inside you again and again with multiple bite marks across your neck, shoulders and chest accompanying each thrust forward. A breathless moan escaped your lips every time you swayed your hips, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He wrapped his right arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his as he sucked on your right nipple. While still riding his dick, you bounced up and down and rocked your hips back and forth in a reckless manner as he struggled to keep his lips on your breasts. You felt his tongue piercing roll around your nipple, roughly suck and licking your skin.

"Fuck, fuck—Tooru!" You cried out, smothering his face into your chest. Oikawa grabbed your waist roughly, digging his calloused fingers into your flesh while rapidly thrusting himself inside of you. He sucked on your nipple one last time before pulling back, exhaling a satiated noise with a smile on his face.

"Slap me." He darkly chuckled, throwing his head back to look up at you. "Slap me right fucking now."

You raised your arm up and smacked his face with the back of your hand, leaving a hard mark on the side of his cheek. Immediately, he returned the favor—slapping your face once again as your head instantly whipped to the side.

"Good girl, always following directions." He smirked up at your face, squinting his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. "You fucking like that, don't you?"

The pain felt good on your skin, leaving another stinging sensation around your face. You quickly grabbed the base of his jaw and leaned your face close to his, whispering in his ear. "Only from you."

A smile crept on his lips when you shoved his face back, removing your grip on his jaw. Your hands then wandered underneath his arms straight to his back, scratching your nails against his skin, leaving red marks all over the top of his shoulders. Another hitched moan escaped your lips, feeling Oikawa angle your body down for his dick to repeatedly hit your g-spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, Tooru—fuck!" You rolled your head back while exhaling out another moan, the sound absolutely ungodly to the ears.

You tried to catch your breath as your eyes dragged above your eyelids, seeing stars and orbs in your vision. The pressure inside of your body started to accumulate, aching for another release from within. Repeated slaps of skin and gasps of air drowned out any noise within the room, only you and Oikawa left alone in the company of one another.

Suddenly, your body reached its peak—releasing a wave of pleasure all throughout your veins, dripping liquid all over your legs and onto his hips. Your fingers dug deeper into his skin, looking up to the ceiling.

"Fucking bitch," he grabbed onto the base of your neck, pulling your face down to meet his. You held onto his wrist, trying your hardest to remove his hand as your brain started to feel the rush of adrenaline. "You got the couch all wet."

All the pain you felt transformed into pleasure, intensifying your arousal. You could not have cared any less for the mess you made, entirely shrouded and overwhelmed with complete ecstasy. Your heartbeat raced all throughout your body, causing your limbs to convulse in overstimulation.

"Just for that, you're getting punished." He released his grip on your neck, letting you take a deep breath afterwards. He slapped your ass hard, motioning for you to get off his body. "Off. Now."

You did as he commanded, lifting your legs off his body and dropping yourself back onto the couch. He walked towards the large window wall, pointing a finger at the skyline.

"I want your hands and body up against the window, now."

You lifted one leg off the couch at a time, slowly making your way over to where he was. Oikawa crossed his arms when you flung your arms around his neck playfully, pulling his ear down to your lips.

"Why don't you do it for me?"

You closed your eyes and leaned your body back before letting out soft playful laughter, only to have your body roughly pushed against the window with both of your hands pinned behind your back. He breathed on the back of your ear, pressing his hips on your ass.

"Shut up," he growled in your ear, holding your head in place with your left cheek smothered on the glass. "Don't move a muscle."

You held in your breath before Oikawa completely let go of your arms, doing as he commanded. He then placed his hand on the crook of your back, pushing you down onto your knees with your cheek still pressed up against the window wall.

"Good girl," he reassured, caressing your skin as he ran a lone finger down your spine. "Now... do you want me to fuck you again?"

You nodded your head before Oikawa leaned over your body, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at your own reflection in the window wall. Your hot skin instantly felt cold pressed against the window, condensation forming around your whole body like a halo. He tucked his head in between the crook of your neck, kissing and biting the remaining skin that was left unmarked from his teeth.

"I want to hear you beg for it."

You saw the bustling street down below with all the large buildings of downtown Tokyo in the distance. The violet sky held the iridescent white moon, shining down on you. Perhaps if you both weren't in a predicament at the moment, it would have been a beautiful night to watch the stars.

Yet there you were, held in the arms of the man you wished you hadn't given your trust so easily to, knees down on the floor and moaning his name. No thoughts ran through your mind, nor any consequences that could have unfolded from your actions. What would have happened if you had left instead of staying and acting upon impulse?

At the very second, you wanted to feel something other than disappointment; you wanted to fuck away the feeling, letting the same man who caused the problem in the first place grant you a different kind of pain instead. You were caught up in the moment, shamefully submissive to your emotions rather than thinking carefully—yet you were not regretful of your decisions one bit, choosing to go back to him every single time.

"Fuck me again." You bit on your lip and pushed your hips back, grinding your ass on his dick. "Fuck me right now, Tooru."

He slapped your ass one more time, sending another rush of blood to the surface of your skin. His hand kept pressing down on your shoulders, lowering your head closer and closer to the floor while your ass remained high in the air, arching your back to fit his preference.

Oikawa leaned down close to your pussy and ran a single finger down the slit, slipping it in before clearing his throat. When one finger inside became two, he spat on your pussy, running his thumb over your clit and massaging his saliva in.

"Atta girl."

Oikawa leaned over and kissed your shoulder, sucking on your skin once again to leave another mark, decorating your body in love bites. You saw him close his eyes in the reflection of the window before he wrapped his right arm around your neck, pulling back on your throat and inhaling your scent. While holding onto forearm and bicep, his lips brushed against the side of your ear, whispering another command.

"Spread your legs." He growled into your ears, slapping his dick against your entrance, pushing the tip of his dick through your slit.

You pressed your forehead against the window wall again and watched your reflection blur from the condensation of your breath fogging up the glass. You stared at yourself first before noticing Oikawa burying his head into the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as his lips rolled back and forth on your shoulder.

He thrusted himself deep inside you, feeling the tip of his dick kiss the entrance of your cervix instantaneously. You clamped down on his shaft, forcing Oikawa to let out a deep guttural noise in the back of his throat. He began rocking his hips into your ass, feeling the slap of his skin against yours.

You let out a soft hesitated moan, your voice beginning to tremble while your body remained pressed against the cold window wall. His tattooed arms wrapped around your body—one around your neck and the other around your waist, digging his bruised fingers into your skin.

The gauze on his arm was located right across the tail of his dragon tattoo, watching it rub against the bottom of your cheek in the reflection of the window. Dried blood stained through the white, scabbed over and bruised with dark red to the surface. He continued to moan in your ear, thrashing himself all over your body.

"Fuck, baby. I love the way your pussy feels so much," Oikawa mumbled into your ear as he railed himself inside of you continuously. The combined feeling of his dick and the deprivation of oxygen to your brain sent a euphoric feeling to your head, causing your eyes to roll back once more.

You pressed your hands against the window, unable to hold your grip as your palms began to slip down the glass. Oikawa held you close to his body, grabbing onto your waist and pushing himself further inside, feeling every single ounce of his soul slip through his fingertips.

He let go of your hips before placing his left hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers together on the window wall while condensation formed around the silhouette. You held onto him tightly, squeezing his bruised fingers as it knocked against the wet glass.

A huge wave of desire washed your body as a pleasant and familiar feeling formed, a sense of ephemeral warmth and happiness passing through your mind. It was almost identical to the feeling you felt when you were first with him, only ever experiencing while engaged in sexual activity. You questioned what that feeling was as you locked your fingers with Oikawa's—was it lust or infatuation? Perhaps it could have been love?

"Where do you want me?" He whispered into your ear, pressing his lips against your helix. In one stroke, he railed his cock into your pussy again as you moaned softly.

"Inside," you breathlessly whimpered, staring at him in the window's reflection. "Come inside of me."

"Dirty girl," he softly replied, flexing his bicep around your neck before kissing your cheek. "Always wanting me to fill you up. Your pussy's all mine."

An increasing tension formed in your core again, ready to combust. You felt the pressure gradually work its way up your spine and to your brain, exploding throughout your body as the feeling rushed to your fingertips. You clutched Oikawa's hand, your legs trembling from overstimulation, experiencing your final orgasm for the night.

Instantly, you cried out Oikawa's name against the window wall, moaning at the top of your lungs. You felt him pick up the pace, ramming his hips repeatedly against your ass. His dick throbbed inside of you again, the ridges of his veins scratching up against the walls of your pussy.

"Tooru, I'm coming!" You screamed, throwing your head back to ease his arm's grip around your throat. A sudden rush of cold air infiltrated your lungs, experiencing a duality of senses throughout your body.

Your cheek pressed up against the cold touch of the window provided the perfect contrast to the rising temperature of your body, feeling hot and sweltered from the intensity. Oikawa removed his arm from your neck, grabbing onto your waist as he bucked his hips wildly against your ass.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear before releasing a loud, vocal groan into your ear. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, depositing multiple loads of his cum deep within your pussy. Continuing to shove himself deeper into you, he guided your hips down on his, grinding your ass up against his dick.

You heard him breathe heavily behind you, slowly guiding your waist up and down his dick while your pussy exploited every last bit of his ejaculate. He reclined back, leaning on his hind legs as he watched his cum spill out of you, dripping an opaque white onto the oak flooring.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Oikawa praised, spreading your ass apart as he pulled out his cock coated in a mixture of his semen and your essence. He swiped two digits against your dripping pussy, collecting a large sample of his cum onto the tips of his fingers. From behind, Oikawa hooked them against the side of your cheek, smothering the liquid onto your tongue.

"Taste my cum, baby."

He released his grip on your body, removing his fingers from your mouth and your hip. Your hands collapsed to the ground as you swallowed a portion of his cum, feeling the viscosity of his ejaculate trickle down your esophagus. You breathed in deeply, lowering your head while looking down at the bustling traffic on the street.

Your heart was beating way too fast for your body to handle, feeling the pulse pound inside your head. The oak floor felt like it would cave in and collapse underneath you, unable to get a grip with your palms. No thoughts ran through your mind anymore, absolutely exhausted from everything that happened.

Oikawa touched your shoulders, sliding his hands underneath your arms to pull you up off the floor, stabilizing your body. When you were able to stand up on your feet again, your arms flung around his neck, slowly caressing the back of his head and intertwining your fingers with his brown locks. You rested your head on his shoulders, closing your eyes while he held you close.

"You need to rest," he traced his finger along your back, drawing small circles on your skin. Slowly, he pressed his lips against your shoulder, planting small kisses up your jaw and down your neck.

It was hard to keep your eyes open as Oikawa began to lead you to his bed, holding you up from falling over. The condo was still dark, no lights illuminating neither his room or the living area. Sooner or later, your head collided with the soft pillow on the right side of his bed, sliding yourself in between the cold white sheets.

Oikawa tucked you into the bed, pulling the blanket over your naked body. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, sinking straight into the comfort of the mattress, feeling your heartbeat begin to slow down.

You thought about the moments leading up before your encounter with Oikawa, turning your head over to face him.

"Why..." You mustered out quietly, lowering your voice. "Why don't you trust me?"

He caressed his right hand on your cheek, lowering himself to whisper in your ear. "Because I'm scared."

"What are you so afraid of that you can't trust me?" You slowly opened your eyes to Oikawa looking down at you with a solemn expression on his face, not a single muscle in his body moving. He didn't respond, only a harsh emptiness and a cold connection between you two residing in the atmosphere.

Perhaps ignorance was bliss as you desperately tried to find an answer of what he could have been so afraid of—yet all you saw was your own reflection in his eyes.

"I'm scared that you'll end up leaving me."

At that moment, you knew exactly what he reminded you of—a fallen angel, living in the depths of mankind's hell, desperately seeking for a heaven to reclaim.

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Do I need to show something for check-in? No, check-ins are just to remind you to be working on your piece! I know it's easy for exchanges to slip people's minds, so we're adding another reminder this year.

How do I post my work? Once we have reached the Posting Period, make a Tumblr post including your gift and tag your recipient! You may upload your gift elsewhere (for example AO3), but you still must make a Tumblr post with the link.

What if I have to drop out? If you do not think you can create a gift in the allotted time frame, we suggest that you do not sign up for the exchange. However, if something comes up and you need to drop out at a later date, please contact the mods ASAP! We need to make sure your recipient still receives a gift, so we appreciate as much warning as possible so we can make alternate arrangements.

What if I don’t receive anything by the end of the Posting Period? Message the mods!! We will double-check with your secret spirit, and if there is not a gift ready for you we will work with anyone who volunteered to fill in to ensure you get something!

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Art Commissions!

Note: Prices can change and vary depending on what is being commissioned! I'm generally flexible when it comes to prices and budget.

+10-15 usd per person

+5-10 usd depending on the background

Note: There can be additional charges due to paypal fees

If more examples are needed, you can go through my art tag or ask for more in DM's!

Can Draw!

Fanart

oc’s/humanoids

pngtuber models

character sheets

horror, gore (not excessive)

Chibi

NSfW

Might Draw (We’ll need to talk about these requests)

full on furries (not so experienced)

excessive gore/horror (same excuse as above)

comics

honestly, if it isn’t in the Can Draw, let’s talk about it.

Will not:

hate art

anything political

if it crosses my boundaries

Terms and Service! (this is a long one)

The client may ask for progress updates every 2-4 days, if not longer, should the commissionee not be in contact.

The art may take longer than the estimated time the artist gives. Should that be an issue or concern, the client must tell the artist.

In commissioning the artist, the client acknowledges that the artist is a student and that this is not the artist’s full time job, and the client should not expect the artist to be able to treat it as such.

IMAGE RIGHTS

The client may not, in any way shape or form, use the art in a commission product for NFTs, no matter how much they offer to pay the artist. Should NFTs be made of the art without consent, the client gives full consent for the artist to take legal action against them.

The client may make minor edits to the completed commission (e.g. cropping, adding text/borders, changing brightness/contrast/hue/saturation…

The client may use/reupload the commission for personal/non-commercial use, but only if proper credit to the artist and a linkback to any of the artist’s social media is provided.

If the commission includes characters that do not belong the client, additional credit to the owner(s)/creator(s) of said characters must be provided when using/reuploading for personal/non-commercial use.

The client may not use the commission for any commercial use unless discussed with the artist beforehand.

^ Should the client use the art for commercial use, provided the artist’s consent, the artist will receive an agreed-upon percentage of the sales profits.

The client MUST credit the artist for any usage of the art on any platform.

The client MUST ask the artist if they want to use their art as a reference, and proceed to credit each time the reference is used. REVISION POLICIES Once the coloring stage begins, the only major revisions permitted are details that the artist may have missed and was specified by the client in the order while the commission was still in the sketching/lineart stage (e.g. a missing tattoo that’s essential to the character’s design).

If the client is unsatisfied with the commission, the artist is willing to discuss and make minor edits as stated prior (e.g. adjusting colors). However, the artist will not redraw the piece and expects full payment, as the client should have specified in the sketch stage changes they wanted to be made.

The client may not hire another artist to adjust the image without the commissionee’s consent.

The artist is willing to edit the image post commission for the commissioner, but may charge a small fee depending on what is being asked of them. Upon commissioning the artist, the client automatically agrees to the terms of service provided, as it is assumed they have read them.

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…and that’s about it? Just don’t expect me to be obligated to draw something and we'll figure something out. Not to mention that depending on how much commissions i’m getting and how busy i am, the art will take atleast a few days to a week!

If you got references, provide them! It’ll help alot. You can also ask for progress updates, just don’t mind me accidentally not seeing the message bc this is tumblr and I don’t get notifs for some reason.

as of rn, im accepting payment through ko-fi and paypal

But ye! That’s about it, thanks for seeing this yall. If you want to see more examples, simply look at the tags below in my account!

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Okay time for another small (I hope) analysis on IWTV, mainly the way it's written and its place on current television. I'll try my best to format this so it's not ramblings all over, I promise.

IWTV and plot points

I watched a good amount of television in my time, and one thing I noticed here is the fact that it doesn't hold your hand. It doesn't tell you "hey, this thing x is important, now we will tell again why x is important, now here see x being used, the important thing we talked about so far, did you remember, audience?".

Let's take as an example the "don't drink the blood of the living" thing. It's said to a young Louis (telling also to the audience in the 2nd episode how vampirism in this setting works) and then every time it's brought up it's indirectly (Lestat spitting out the sick man's blood, we see Claudia buying Laudanum and we know what it will be used for, but they don't tell us "Hey, Claudia is planning to poison someone so that Lestat drinks it, because remember audience, dead blood kills them"). Sometimes not only it doesn't hold your hand, but shoves you in a different direction, especially in S2. It contradicts himself, backtracks and then it's up to you to spot it.

For example, attentive viewers may have noticed that Sam was in 2 places at once in the trial, one episode before the actual reveal. It isn't a gotcha they came up with in the finale to give more gravitas to the revelation. When they tell us Lestat mass manipulated the audience, it makes sense for the storyline too because we already saw him do that with the soldiers, we have a previous example to refer to, Armand never used that particular power.

In a time where we see so many social media adopt the "short videos" gimmick, like reels and shorts etc, having a piece of media that references back in this way is super refreshing.

2. Character complexity

Complex characters are the backbone of this show. It's easy to place a character in a box and leave them there. You see it with the stereotype of the villain, the best friend, the hero. Some tv shows may have the character shift into a different box, but it's almost never permanent (think of the times where a hero gets corrupted by the Evil Power, but then reverts back to their hero status after Defeating the Evil Power because they remembered the Power of Friendship).

We have Louis, well meaning vampire who is capable of horrible deeds when pushed to the brink. Lestat, who feels so much to the point it hurts the people around him. Armand, whose trauma and fear bring out the need to control, but at the same time he needs to do that without actually controlling. They are all these things at the same time, and it's impossible to see them in a black and white perspective.

3. Details

A line almost always has its parallels to another line in the show, gazes always mean something, props are detailed and shown (I made a post looking at Daniel's notes in 2x05, which were shown for a second only, but you can also think about Claudia's diaries, all handwritten, or the astonishing amount of folders that were in Daniels computer from the Talamasca. That is all prop work done to be shown for a few seconds at most).

4. Analysis

This is more of a fandom thing than the show itself, but I was suprised by the amount of deep analysis that people here on Tumblr did (but also on other social media). Long essays on the meaning of a scene, or on the many many topics the show brings to light (the fallacy of memory, the impact of trauma, the meaning of free will and agency).

Similarly lots of people said that the show brought them back the urge to start creating, whether it's gifs, video essays, edits, fanart, fics, what have you. I started going back to Tumblr after years (last time I was here was during S4 of Sherlock).

And I feel like this is only possible if you give your audience something to work with, something to talk about and to dissect, rather than simple "entertainment".

5. Final thoughts

Of course, this isn't to say IWTV is error free, all perfect, without flaws. Nor is it the only one that has had this amount of labor and impact. But it's still miles ahead from most media we have available at the moment in my opinion, and I really hope its success brings other showrunners or directors to want to try and dare, to trust in their audience, to avoid shortcuts and to pour love in their creation.

If you got this far, I just want to thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings again! Have a cute Louis as a reward, and see you next time :)

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Hey guys, I appreciate all the various Fanartapalooza suggestions!

There's many cool AUs, and obviously I like seeing names I recognize pop up as often as new ones.

But please consider

I am only one person. And while I WILL do my best to make as many as I can--

The point of this event is not that Chekhov makes every AU a piece of fanart singlehandedly.

The point is that we as a community should shout out all the AUs we personally love and try to uplift them together.

There's no guarantee that I will be able to draw art for over 50 different AUs that have been suggested to me. But there IS a much better chance that someone ELSE may have the time for it!

So if you have an AU you really like, please consider maybe drawing fanart yourself! :) Or commissioning another artist! Or writing a post of appreciation! In fact, if you sent me an ask requesting fanart but have done absolutely nothing on your OWN blog to give that AU a shout-out of appreciation, please consider maybe doing that.

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💕Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile💕

This is actually pretty cute, but since this isn't my personal blog, I don't want to talk about myself, so how about: five things I love about Five and Lila and why I'm so excited about them? 🤭

1) It was really unexpected - yes, I think a lot of us were surprised where the subway plot was going. Anyway, what was also unexpected for me was how much I grew to like Five and Lila as separate characters. Because my very first impression of both was not the best (back in time, let's say in 2020) and now I love them sooo much. Maybe it's a bit of a parallel to the fact that they didn't like each other in the beginning.

2) They awakened creativity - I think not only in me, but also in other fans. There have been so many great fanfics, fanarts and videos featuring them in the past two months. I love writing, but no one has inspired me as much as they have in a very long time. I've never written as often or had as many ideas as I do when it comes to their stories.

3) Great community - their fan base may not be huge like others, but I've met some great people in it! I've been part of many fandoms over the years, but this one is really very nice, helpful, supportive, and creative. I love that Five and Lila have such fans.

4) I love their story - while I would have loved to see another 10 hours of material with them, it wasn't hard to fall in love with their story even with the shorter footage. Their story has all my favorite tropes, all the fictional craziness I love, but there's also a piece of a totally human story that can happen to anyone (marriage problems, new love, healing trauma with the right person, etc.) which I find fascinating.

5) I love their contrast - I love the contrast of their characters throughout the story. Even if it was completely incomprehensible to some, I love how their characters are shown as completely insane and later completely vulnerable and in love. I get bored with characters who are either just black or just white. I love it when characters can play all the keys on the piano (yes, the reference is to Loki when Tom Hiddleston was talking about him).