#i need to doodle.. not focus on how good it is or anything

[autistic-shaiapouf]

I am gonna bite straight through STEEL I NEED to DRAW

[joltrify]

experimentations ft. the Artpop queen herself

Silly little (not so little) unrelated HC I developed later under the cut

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🎀- HC that EVE's most normal hobby - when not occupied with other things - is repainting dolls 🎀- Like in a blue moon you can catch her at the hobby lobby in mom jeans and a cardigan just looking for materials

★- In her down time (which is a bit rare these days) Nadia'll pick those ball-jointed Barbie/Bratz/MH dolls and give them a complete makeover ☆- While she's making them she's fervently thinking 'I will love you in a way that no one else EVER has' and she treats them all that way ★- She'll repaint them in the most unconventional ways possible but they're still gorgeous; a perfect reflection of her studio artwork on a body that isn't her own ☆- Sometimes if she's low on fabrics, instead of making a full-sized mockup of her exhibition fits she'll use her dolls to test the outfit design and make a mini version of the fit with small pieces of the final material ★- She's got this HUGE shelf on her pad that's got these fashion icon dolls displayed with their name and inspiration on a little plaque ☆- Whenever something significant happens and she doesn't want to paint, she'll hold onto the feeling, good or bad, and jot down an idea for a new doll's look ★- and she DOES truly love each of them - though she may have had to learn to love one in particular

🎀- She picked up the hobby in college (before she met Zuke) but didn't really think anything of it ��- It was just a means to practice different makeup looks and pencil techniques without sculpting something - and it was fun! She liked having a cute little gal at the end of the process 🎀- When she came up with the idea of using the dolls as models, she created a doll of herself but made the decision to make its skin completely white 🌸- When Nadia met Zuke, she sort of put the hobby aside to focus on her other art mediums, but she looked at the doll of herself and felt comfortable enough to repaint the right side pink (and she laughed a bit to herself looking at the final result, because it looked... Cute! Just like her other gorgeous dolls...) 🎀- After Rapturica, she didn't feel the need to create a doll based on her feelings as she didn't feel as hurt as she expected, but she did find it really, REALLY hard to look at the doll of herself, so she hid it away... 🎀- she picked up repainting again later but went in HARD - they began to look more artsy and alien, just like her other art pieces 🌸- After graduating she didn't really have time to repaint dolls and focused on creating other arts/music again, only occasionally using them to test outfits (but never the one of herself) 🎀- After the events of NSR though, she picked it up again as a form of self-care. It's something she doesn't have to create for the public eye, and she's rekindled the joy of creating a strange little gal and loving them despite their bizarre quirks. 🌸- ... I think she feels a bit more comfortable looking at the doll of herself now, too.

★- She's probably still got doll repaint videos up on her channel from her college days, hehe. ☆- (She's debating whether or not to make a mini exhibition about the concept of dolls.* Likely not, as she doesn't want to taint the tranquility of the act, but she still likes the idea. It's better to not mix work art with home art, anyway.) (* (How they can reflect their caretaker, they exhibit both confidence and vulnerability, they can be broken and discarded but repaired, they're still images that can be moved in a 3d space however you desire, they rely on a person to actually be 'real' ykyk that kind of thing. the symbolism of dolls.)

The doodle I made in the 3rd picture (above the cut) is inspired by those really pretty doll repaints... I think that that look in particular is one that she tested on a doll first... pre-ugly cry, that is.

Thanks for reading my very silly idea... decorated the bullets with Bows and stars because I felt like it, haha. Have a lovely day~🌸

[galactic-rhea]

WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

[goldfades]

i was wondering if you would be willing to write a bit about husband!luka, maybe like an hc or whatever makes you happy :) no worries if not!!

hi hon, i missed doing hc's so here they are! i hope you enjoy<3

husband!luka dončić headcanons

he never stops wearing his wedding ring | luka is the kind of guy who never takes his wedding ring off, not even during games. the refs have to remind him to remove it before tip-off, and he always makes a big show of kissing it before handing it to the trainer. off the court, he’ll twist it around his finger absentmindedly, especially when he's deep in thought. if he ever does have to take it off (like for treatment or taping), he hands it directly to you, because he trusts no one else with it.

he brags about being married constantly | luka’s the type to slip “my wife” into conversations as much as possible, especially when he’s in interviews. even if the question has nothing to do with you, he’ll find a way to bring it up—“yeah, i’ve been working on my mid-range a lot… my wife actually told me i need to shoot more, so i listened.” he does it so often that fans make compilations of all the times he’s randomly mentioned you.

he’s a homebody when he’s with you | for all the chaos on the court, luka is the biggest homebody when it comes to married life. he’d rather be at home, curled up on the couch with you, than out at some fancy event. his ideal night is ordering way too much food, watching movies, and falling asleep with his head in your lap. if there’s a night off, the guys will invite him out, and his response is always the same—“nah, i’m with my wife.”

he keeps every little thing you give him | luka is sentimental to a ridiculous degree. movie ticket stubs, handwritten notes, receipts from dinners—you name it, he keeps it. he has a whole box of little keepsakes from your relationship, and whenever he’s having a rough day, he’ll go through it to remind himself of good memories. even if it’s something small, like a doodle on a napkin, he treats it like a priceless artifact.

he loves doing domestic things with you | luka genuinely enjoys the little things about married life—grocery shopping, cooking dinner, folding laundry. he doesn’t care what the task is as long as he’s doing it with you. he’ll follow you around the house while you do chores, talking about his day and helping where he can, even if it’s just holding things for you. he insists on being involved in everything, even if he’s horrible at it (like cooking, where he mostly just stirs things and taste-tests).

he’s protective in small, subtle ways | luka isn’t the over-the-top jealous type, but he’s fiercely protective in the little ways. he always walks on the side closest to the street, instinctively places a hand on your back in crowded places, and pulls you closer if someone’s getting too close. if you’re out and someone is making you uncomfortable, he won’t start a scene, but he’ll position himself between you and them and give them a look that makes it clear to back off.

he still flirts with you like you just started dating | just because you’re married doesn’t mean luka stops flirting. if anything, he gets worse. he’ll wink at you from across the room, send you texts like, you look too good today, how am i supposed to focus on practice? and pretend to “introduce himself” to you at events just to be annoying. he loves the idea that even after all this time, he can still make you blush.

he has to say ‘i love you’ at least ten times a day | luka cannot go a day without saying ‘i love you’ a ridiculous amount of times. it’s not just a habit—it’s something he genuinely feels the need to say. before he leaves for practice, before bed, in the middle of the day just because. even if he’s in a rush, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing to make sure you hear it at least once more. if you’re apart, he’ll text it randomly, sometimes in different languages, just to keep it interesting.

he’s obsessed with taking pictures of you | luka has an entire camera roll filled with random pictures of you. some are blurry candids, some are cute selfies, and some are just downright chaotic (like you mid-bite into a burger or half-asleep on the couch). he never deletes any of them. if he sees you looking particularly good, he’ll literally stop everything to take a picture—“wait, stay right there. damn, you look so good.” and if you try to take his phone to see the pictures, he’ll hold it away from you like a kid.

he hates being away from you, even for a few days | luka travels constantly, but he never gets used to being away from you. the first night in a hotel room alone, he’ll be texting and calling non-stop, even if it’s late. sometimes, he’ll fall asleep on facetime with you, phone propped up on his pillow. if he has a stretch of road games, he always plans little surprises for when he gets back—flowers, a small gift, or just clearing his entire schedule so you can have a full day together.

he’s the biggest softie when you’re sick or hurt | if you so much as sniffle, luka is in full caretaker mode. he’ll wrap you up in blankets, make you tea (even if he burns it), and refuse to let you lift a finger. if you try to protest, he’ll just say, “nah, my wife needs to rest,” and do everything himself. when you’re feeling better, he’ll act like he single-handedly nursed you back to health—“see? you just needed luka’s special care.”

he still gets nervous sometimes because he loves you so much | despite being confident on the court, luka sometimes gets nervous just looking at you. he’ll catch himself staring and think, wow, i really married her. even after years together, he still has moments where he’s overwhelmed by how much he loves you. sometimes, he’ll randomly pull you into a hug and hold you for a long time, just soaking it in. if you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll just shake his head and smile—“nothing, i just love you.”

he plans anniversaries and special dates months in advance | luka takes anniversaries very seriously. even if he acts chill about it, he’s secretly been planning something for months. he wants every milestone to be memorable, whether it’s an extravagant trip or just a really meaningful, intimate night at home. he keeps a list of places you’ve mentioned wanting to go, things you’ve said you like, and surprises you’ve hinted at—just so he can make sure every special occasion is perfect.

he loves when people call you ‘mrs. dončić’ | nothing boosts luka’s ego more than hearing someone call you ‘mrs. dončić.’ whether it’s at an event, a restaurant, or even just joking around with friends, he grins every single time. if you ever introduce yourself with your married name, he’ll lean over and whisper, “damn, that sounds so good.” he genuinely loves the fact that you share his last name, and he’ll use any excuse to hear it out loud.

[gelphielovebot]

— written mine on my upper thigh

⋆.˚｡𖦹°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ glinda writes elphaba love notes while bored in class. it starts out innocent, until it becomes something that has elphaba squirming in her seat.

౨ৎ warning: a whole lotta smut

౨ৎ a/n: first time posting smut be nice im shyyy

"glinda, pay attention," elphaba whispered with a stern yet caring tone.

glinda sighed and pouted like an impatient child. "you don't care about my letter."

elphaba turned her head to the sad blonde that was really only faking her sadness to get elphaba to fold.

"glinda-"

"i wrote something really nice."

though out the entire class, glinda had been writing letters to her girlfriend beside her, simply because she was bored and wanting her attention.

elphaba sighed. she gave in quite quickly and opened the note. there were some doodles of hearts and such and then a tiny little paragraph written in cursive about how much she's loves her elphie and how pretty she thought she was.

elphaba would be sure to reciprocate it later but glinda was well aware that during class, her girlfriend was much so locked into the lesson.

glinda knew elphaba wasn't going to open another letter that she threw her way, so this time she wrote it on a bright pink sticky note in big bold letters reading, i need you so bad elphie.

glinda was a woman that said what she wanted straight up and got it. she was a spoiled girl and wasn't shy to say what's on her mind.

elphaba looked down and almost choked on her own dry mouth. the professor looked over at the witch and questioned her, "is there a problem, miss elphaba?" he asked seriously.

"no. sorry, dr dillamond."

the goat continued on with his lesson and elphie gave her girlfriend a serious look that told her she better stop or the consequences wouldn't be very lovely. glinda tried to suppress her laugh behind her hand as everything went down.

but she didn't stop there.

glinda let some minutes go by before she picked up her glittery pink pen and started writing again.

"i was aching for you all morning. thinking about your long fingers inside of me."

elphaba's breath hitched at this particular one and glinda just smirked at her. though, to glinda's dismay, elphie still ignored it. she'd give glinda all the attention she wanted later tonight but right now she had to focus.

however, it began to become hard for elphaba to pay attention to her professors words when there was a throbbing sensation just where glinda was trying to spark it.

as if glinda could read her mind, she placed her hand on elphaba's thigh, making the witch twitch at her touch.

"glinda..."

"shh, pay attention elphie," the blonde whispered, smirking at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. she was up to no good.

elphaba listened. she payed attention. or at least, she pretended to so no wandering eyes would suspect anything. seconds passed by, glinda's hand slid further, and further, up elphaba's thigh until her fingers, ever so lightly, brushed against her center under her dress.

elphaba jumped out of her seat. everyone, including dr dillamond, looked at her with confused faces, only making her look more like an outcast and a freak than they already made her feel. she needed to play it up, to make an excuse for her sudden burst.

"dr dillamond, glinda's not feeling well. may i help her to the nurse?"

at her name being spoken, glinda stood right up, trying to force down her laugh as to not blow cover. "yes,” glinda said hoarsely and then fake coughed, "very very sick."

neither of them knew if anyone believed them, but their professor excused them for the day. frankly, he was probably just sick of dealing with their antics.

glinda skips down the hallway towards her and elphaba’s dorm with a bright smile on her face that would make anyone who saw her believe that she had just won the lottery or something of the sort. elphie speedily walked in suit behind her, trying her hardest to look mad at the blonde girl. she wasn’t great at acting like that anymore though.

“glinda,” elphaba said and the blonde finally stopped and turned towards her once they made it to their dorm. she put her back up against their door, leaning all her body weight against it, still looking as happy as a clam. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mhm kiss me,” glinda demanded, but didn’t give her a chance because she grabbed elphie by her shirt, pulling her closer and began to make out with her.

elphaba let herself get swept away, feeling drunk on the sweet flavor of glinda’s lips. she pulled away when clarity rushed back to her head. “not in the hallway for everyone to see.”

glinda rolled her eyes, “let them see,” glinda says carelessly. then she puts her mouth near elphaba’s ear and whispers, “let them see how horny you make me.”

elphaba nearly chokes as her throat suddenly feels dry. her face feels flushed and burning. she grabs glinda’s hand, moves her out of the ways and then pulls her into their dorm once she gets the door open.

there’s no time to spare. it feels like there’s some clock ticking down the time for both girls to get a release. elphaba’s the one to pull her into a kiss this time. they both move backwards as their lips combine into one.

glinda’s the one to start unzipping elphaba’s dress and then the green witch follows in suit to glinda. they pull away for a moment and let their dresses fall to the ground, leaving them both in a bra and panties.

they connect again. everything’s so hastily. and somewhere in between, they fall onto the bed. elphaba’s first and then glinda’s right on top of her, straddling her girlfriend.

“i need you to touch me. somewhere. anywhere,” glinda says needily, making direct eye contact with elphaba as she unclasp her own bra. she reveals her perky breast’s in her girlfriends face, implying that she needs to do something to her.

glinda leans back down to kiss the green lips and elphaba reached her hand up glinda’s body to squeeze her boobs, her thumb brushing over her rosy erect nipple which releases of string of moans out of glinda’s mouth.

“i can’t wait long,” glinda says, but her words seem to only come out as a mere whisper, loosing the power in her voice with each second that she isn’t getting off on elphie.

instead of elphaba assuring her that she’d get right to it, she, instead, puts her fingertips at the waistband of glinda’s baby pink colored panties and drags them down her legs. glinda lifts each leg up and shrugs them off until she’s completely bare above her girlfriend.

“can you be good for me now,” elphaba asks, now that she has glinda exactly where they both wanted her.

“you’ll have to find out,” glinda teasingly says with her typical playfulness and then grabs elphaba’s hand and guides it down to her center, making direct eye contact with her girlfriend as her hand presses against her most sensitive part.

“you’re so wet,” elphaba points out. “all for me.”

“all for you,” glinda confirms, breathlessly, “i’ve been like this all morning thinking about you.”

“then we shouldn’t make you wait much longer, should we?” right as she says it, she shoves two fingers between glinda’s wet folds and immediately gets to work by rubbing her swollen clit.

glinda nearly chokes on her on saliva at the sudden unexpected feeling of pleasure. her hand grabs onto elphaba’s toned arm, digging her fingernails into green skin, yet not hard enough to hurt her girl. if she did, elphaba didn’t even notice it because she was too focused on making her girlfriend feel good.

“i need you inside of me, elphie,” glinda says, needing even more than what she was getting.

“spoiled girl,” just then, elphaba slowly slides two slender fingers into her lover. glinda gasps and her head collapses onto elphaba’s neck. and it’s something not even elphaba nor glinda could deny; that blonde witch is completely spoiled 24/7 by everyone but not as much as she is when she’s getting fucked by elphaba.

glinda starts riding her fingers, grinding her hips back and forth. elphaba feels her entire body start to burn when she does this. someone must’ve just thrown a bucket of water on her, she thinks, because it couldn’t be possible for someone to make her burn like this.

“elphie,” glinda whimpers, feeling tears prick at her eyes after waiting so long for this sensation.

“i know,” elphaba coos. she takes her free hand and lightly scratched glinda’s back with it, making the blonde witch almost be sent over the edge.

glinda was extremely touchy with elphaba at all times and so whenever they were making love, glinda needed elphaba to be having some type of external contact with her whether that be hand holding, back scratching, or just running her fingers through her hair.

elphaba moved her thumb so she was simultaneously rubbing glinda’s clit while her two of her fingers pumped in and out of her.

“elphie, i’m so close,” she cried out, words muffled into elphaba’s neck.

“what do you need?” elphaba gently asked, despite how playful they both were just moments ago.

“my neck,” glinda said, “kiss it please.” she sounded so desperate as if elphie wouldn’t have done it. but she did. and her soft lips against her sensitive flesh was enough to finally push glinda over the edge.

“elphie!” glinda cried, louder than a boom of thunder. her body twitched and jerked harder onto elphaba’s hand.

“i’ve got you,” elphaba said in between kisses.

glinda rode her high, her eyes rolling back and she thought she saw oz for a moment. her body eventually stilled when the feeling of pleasure had washed away. her body laid lifeless on top of her girlfriend. her body burning hot and her chest rapidly moving up and down.

“are you okay, my sweet?” elphaba asked like always, even with the knowledge that her girl just needed to recover for a moment.

“mhm” glinda nodded against her neck.

they laid there for a few moments, one of elphaba’s hands scratching glinda’s back and the other still inside of her hence her being too sensitive to remove it just yet.

“you’re so pretty,” elphaba whispers to her girl, drawing a heart on glinda’s bare back with the tip of her nail. she kisses her pink-tinted cheek and it makes glinda blush and smile into her. elphaba can’t see her face, but she can feel her lips turn upwards against her neck, causing her to shiver. “can i take my fingers out, are you alright?”

“yes,” glinda says, and lets her eyes flutter shut as her girlfriend, very slowly, slides her fingers out, careful not to hurt her girl. elphaba then wipes her fingers against the sheets that they’re going to have to wash after anyways.

glinda, still not being finished with their activities, starts kissing elphaba’s neck in order to wordlessly let her know of that. elphie quickly catches on and lets out a content sigh at the feeling of buttery soft lips doing their work against her neck.

elphaba then grabs glinda by the waist and gently flips her over so glinda’s on the bottom now. glinda looks up at her with a soft smile and big lusty eyes. elphaba slithers down her body and leaves a couple of kisses on glinda’s tummy leading down to her core.

“mm your lips are so soft,” glinda says. she always says it but especially now; they feel like a soft melody against her throbbing skin. “i wanna feel them on me.”

“on where?” elphaba knows exactly where but she wants to push glinda just like she pushed elphie in class.

“elphie,” glinda whined in a displeased way.

“tell me where.” the witch raised an eyebrow at her, green eyes locked on her needy girlfriends face.

“elphaba thropp,” she sighed, but quickly realized she wasn’t going to get her way this time without using her words. “i need to feel your lips around my clit elphie, please. need it so bad.”

elphaba truly loved how, even after orgasming, glinda was still so needy for her. she never thought anyone would look at her in this light. let alone the pretty, blonde, popular girl.

finally, elphaba got to work. she started out by kissing glinda’s inner thighs that were slick with her own juices. taking her time on each one as to make glinda feel as loved as possible, and also as a way to work her up.

“i love you,” elphie says before going towards the main attraction.

glinda says it right back effortlessly and then elphaba reaches up and holds glinda’s hand.

elphie started off by sliding her tongue through glinda’s slit a couple of times to lap up her previous orgasms remnants, getting the girl to moan and twitch even more than when she used her fingers. it soon turned into elphaba’s lips wrapped around her clit and her tongue making circular movements around it.

it didn’t take much for glinda to be nearing her climax on the second round. “elphie i’m close,” she whimpered, her legs closing around elphaba’s head. elphie pried her legs back open with her hand that wasn’t holding onto glinda’s.

elphaba looked up at glinda from between her legs, seeing her eyes tightly screwed shut and her face turning a shade of red.

“you’ve got to breathe,” elphaba stops for her moment to say. something glinda always forgot to do when elphaba fucks her like this.

“i can’t,” she said, breathlessly, yearning to feels those lips between her legs again.

“yes you can. focus on breathing, in and out, or you’ll never get there.”

when glinda finally took a breath, elphaba attached her lips to glinda’s clit again, sucking harder than the last time which nearly erupted a scream in glinda. she was thanking Oz that people were hardly in the dormitory during the middle of the day.

more strings of moans and whimpers passed glinda’s lips. her release had hit her quite faster than the first time. her eyes rolled back and her toes curled. every muscle in her body contracted and then released until she was laying there panting.

elphaba came back up so she was face to face with her girlfriend. her lips were wet and puffy and glinda couldn’t help but grab her neck and pull her down into a kiss. glinda moaned, tasting herself on elphaba’s lips.

“you taste so sweet,” elphie said and then kissed her once more, “that’s all you.”

“mm, i wanna taste you now,” she whispered with a little smile, because those words were only for her elphie and she couldn’t risk wandering ears to hear it.

with elphaba still hovering on top of her, glinda’s hand slid down her toned green tummy and past the waistband of her black panties. after all the teasing she did in class, the least she could do was get right to the main course instead of making her girlfriend wait much longer.

glinda’s fingertips were suddenly on elphaba’s throbbing clit, and it happened so fast that elphie’s body jerked forward when she felt it. she let out a gasp, causing glinda to smirk at her. she loves getting her to be a complete mess under her own doing. she loves seeing elphaba finally let go.

“glinda,” she whispers with pleasure laced through her words. she’s typically much quieter than glinda who would scream if she were given the chance.

“mhm. say it louder,” glinda pushes her and presses harder and faster against her clit. she can feel a pulsing against her fingertips. a flower waiting to bloom. a volcano awaiting its eruption. “i wanna hear you scream my name.”

the faster glinda goes, the louder elphaba’s voice gets. she gulped down the knot in her throat as she neared her edge, “fuck glinda! soclose”

glinda smirked and removed her fingers, not remembering the last time she’s heard elphaba curse. the more she thinks of it, she has never heard her use that word.

“not yet,” she says and elphie wants to go and quarrel with her but glinda speaks again before her, “i want you to sit on my face.”

elphaba’s eyes widen when glinda suggests the position they have yet to try. the way she says it makes her ache for her further.

“i don’t want to suffocate you.”

“elphaba thropp, take these off,” she says, referring to the panties that’s glinda is tugging at, “and sit. on. my. face. if that’s the way i go out then i don’t want it any other way,” glinda says with a sudden sternness.

elphaba’s lower belly pools with heat. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. her words are lost somewhere in her throat. she nods, submitting to the blonde girl in a way she never thought she would just weeks ago.

glinda smiles when she gets her way, pulling the black piece of cotton down toned green legs until they’re somewhere across the room with the rest of their clothing.

glinda lays completely flat, tapping elphaba’s thigh with her pointer finger as a signal to get on her face. elphie crawls closer until her thighs are on either side of glinda’s head.

she hovers over her face and all the blonde witch wants to do is pull her down on top of her. as much as elphaba wants to do this, glinda can sense her hesitation.

“it’s okay,” glinda says sweetly, her demeanor completely changed, “how about i tap your leg if im not okay down here?” she says to ease her anxieties, knowing she won’t ever have to even do that.

elphaba nods, feeling much better about it. glinda grabs elphaba’s hips and pulls her down until her vulva is directly on her mouth. glinda slides her warm wet tongue inside of her and elphaba’s head collapses onto the headboard at the pleasurable sensation.

elphaba lets out quiet whines of ecstasy as glinda continues her ministration’s of her tongue. the blonde witch lightly holds onto elphie’s hips as she thrusts them back in forth to imitate the way her tongue moves.

“feels really good,” elphaba mumbles.

glinda then dips her tongue inside elphie’s wet heat once again, getting her to let out a moan that comes from deep within her throat.

“i’m close.”

glinda speeds it up, impatient to feel and taste her girl’s release in her mouth. elphie’s legs start shaking and closing in on glinda’s head, yet she still doesn’t tap elphaba’s thigh to signal suffocation. she loves the feeling on being smothered by elphaba’s heat.

glinda presses her tongue against elphaba’s clit one last time and that is what unexpectedly brings her to her climax.

“oh my—” elphaba fails to finish what she was saying, being completely taking over by the feeling of complete pleasure.

when she catches her breath, she lifts one of her legs up to give glinda some air and lays down beside her.

“told you i’d be fine,” glinda says and taps her freckles green nose. elphaba giggles at her cuteness. “more than fine. did you like that?”

“yeah, actually, i did,” she answers honestly.

glinda smiles, 90% because she was happy she made her girl feel good, and the other 10% because it was another i told you so moment.

glinda yawned and cuddled closer to her girlfriend. elphaba wrapped her arms around glinda’s body and the blonde girl gently kissed elphaba’s chest before resting her head there.

“i’m so sleepy,” glinda mumbles.

“it’s 2pm, glinda.”

“mm,” she mumbles and says something that is entirely incoherent.

elphaba looks down and realizes that her girlfriend is completely asleep in her arms. so much for the rest of the classes they had that afternoon.

though maybe, just this once, her studies didn’t matter much to her.

[clownsuu]

Just a lil doodles smhhhh

cw: mentions of violence and distress. Also weapons-

This is probably a good time to mention everyone’s jobs since I keep forgetting to mention it JDHDGDH

Wally: Da Boss (yeah no shid) he isn’t that merciful of a boss- can be very brutal with how relentless he can be and is a bit of a (non sus) sadistic a s s sometimes. Usually is playfully humorous initially, but can quickly go sour if he feels ever so slightly ticked. Preferred weapon: his eyes and his arms.

Barnaby: Body guard, boss’s left hand man, usually the one who talks for the boss. Sometimes he’s even seen as the “unofficial” boss of the whole group (which he likes to humor sometimes) but in the end he is possibly the most loyal out of everyone to Wally (man’s best friend after all). Preferred weapon is “da biggest gun we got!!!”

Howdy: Butler, bartender, boss’s right hand man. Will do basically everything anyone says (who’s part of the family) without question, however he will always take the Boss’s requests as main priority over the others. This will often keep him awake and exhausted, and a few new stitches to add to his collection. He has the lowest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: Ice pick

Julie: Hitman A, interrogator, mad scientist really. Killing isn’t really too much of her thing, she prefers methodical planning and slow suffering with the use of chemicals and even random substances she can get her lil paws on. She’s not afraid to use anyone as a test subject, even if it’s her own members. preferred weapon: tranquilizers

Sally: Hitman B, intimidator, c h a o s. Almost the complete opposite to Julie. Absolutely chaotic and adores violent bloodshed to a point it’s theatrical. Usually is called if they don’t really need a clean kill. Can often be seen dancing and listening to music while on the job, often says it helps her focus (nobody really argues with it). Preferred weapon: anything blunt and/or violently loud (tasers, rocket launchers, fireworks) (sally is banned from using rocket launchers)

Poppy: Medic, crime scene cleanup, voice of reason, sometimes chef. She does ok when it comes to clean ups and stuff, however she has panic attacks and gets terrified when ever she hears screams of pain/torture, and freezes. Typically Howdy is there to help her snap out of it and help her complete her work, if not do her work for her. Everyone, even including the boss, is there to support her when she’s distressed (everyone would hug her except Wally. He does not like being touched unless it’s Howdy or Barnaby). Preferred weapon: n/a

Eddie: Messenger, delivery pick up/drop off, handler of the goods. He usually goes by himself, however after an incident where he lost his arm from a deal gone wrong, he is now required to leave with at least one of the hitmen (typically Sally). Very often does he get hurt in these trips and is usually always saved by Sally. Absolutely adores Frank for always trying to find the safest routes for him and wishes they had time together alone. Preferred weapon: a simple revolver

Frank: In charge of ordering goods, making contacts, being a voice of reason, basically just a manager. The most stressed member of the group. Rarely is he seen outside of the headquarters unless it’s to talk to well known individuals. He doesn’t usually talk to anyone besides Howdy (ranting at the bar about people), Eddie (telling him what he needs to get next), and Julie (normal convos and her asking him to order new chemicals for her next project). Every time Frank thinks he has an intimate moment together alone with Eddie, out of the blue Eddie would just randomly talk about how much he loves the family and how Wally is so amazing. The next day Frank asks him about it, it seems Eddie doesn’t remember what happened yesterday. Frank has the highest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: a simple glock.

Home: Voice of reason. Preferred weapon: Wally

[inspectori]

First time making a request, so im sorry for any mistakes. But, what about ushijima with a tutor reader who got into volleyball to explain things easier to him?

(this idea was so gooddddd tysm!)

- A SIMPLE COMPARISON -

ushijima x gn!reader

Tutoring seemed like an easy way to build up credits and pad your academic record. Pretty straightforward, too—help students after school in the library for an hour or two, then head home. Easy.

What you didn’t expect was for the top ace of Shiratorizawa, Ushijima Wakatoshi, to be struggling in physics.

He seemed so perfect—almost too perfect—to be having a hard time with anything. So naturally, you called Kiyoko the second you got the assignment.

“I don’t know, Kiyoko, there’s no freaking way PHYSICS is kicking him in the ass,” you whispered-screamed into the phone. Even though you went to different schools, you and Kiyoko had always been close.

“I mean, Y/N, you’re like… weirdly smart. That’s easy for you to say.”

“Okay, you got me there,” you huffed. “But I’m just saying—SHIT HE’S HERE. GOTTA GO.”

You hung up and practically threw your phone into your bag just in time to see him walk in—tall, broad-shouldered, and moving like a final boss. Ushijima Wakatoshi. The ace of Shiratorizawa. And apparently, your new physics tutor.

“Good afternoon,” he greeted, monotone but polite as always.

He sat across from you and pulled out his notebook, flipping to a page filled with the most chaotic scribbles and crossed-out formulas you'd ever seen. It looked less like science and more like cursed runes.

You tried to play it cool, even though part of your brain was screaming, HOW is he struggling with this? Isn’t he a freaking tactical genius on court?!

“So, uh,” you began, grabbing your pencil, “what part is confusing you?”

“All of it,” he said.

You blinked. “Like… all of physics?”

He nodded, completely serious. “The concepts are not landing. My teacher says it’s about understanding the ‘why,’ not just memorizing formulas.”

You sighed internally. This was going to be a long fucking day.

“Okay. Let’s see if I can help!”

An hour went by. You tried diagrams, simplified equations, analogies… nothing. It was like tossing a volleyball into a black hole. He was trying—no doubt about that—but something just wasn’t clicking.

When he finally rubbed his temple and sighed, you caved.

“Alright… how about we try again tomorrow?”

“I have a game tomorrow,” he said, already starting to pack up. “I should be going—I need to practice.”

As he stood and turned to leave, a lightbulb practically exploded in your head. Desperation-fueled brilliance.

“Oh—wait!” you called out.

He turned to face you, expression unreadable. “What is it?”

“I, uh… I wanted to know what time your game starts,” you muttered, fidgeting with your pencil.

“Five.”

“Alright,” you nodded. “Thanks.”

You weren’t really into volleyball. It always seemed fun, sure, but you never had time to look into it—studies always came first. But now? Now you had a mission.

As soon as you got home, you showered, changed, and cracked open your laptop. If there was any chance of getting physics into Ushijima’s head, volleyball was going to be the key.

And to your surprise? Volleyball was way more physics-heavy than you’d ever imagined—angles, momentum, rotational force, air resistance… it was practically a textbook in motion.

The next day, you showed up to the library with a bounce in your step and a folder full of organized chaos—printouts, diagrams, volleyball match clips, and your own doodles connecting spikes to velocity graphs. Nerdy? Maybe. But if it helped him understand, it was worth it.

Ushijima was already there when you arrived, sitting like a statue of focus. Same uniform. Same serious face. Same calm energy that somehow made you feel both flustered and judged.

“Good afternoon,” he said.

“Hey! You ready to see physics in action?”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You plopped your stuff down and pulled out a printed screenshot of him mid-spike from yesterday’s game, his body practically horizontal in the air.

“Look familiar?” you asked, sliding the paper across the table.

He studied it. “That’s me. Is this from yesterday?”

“Correct. And also—yes? But this is projectile motion.” You grinned. “See this angle here? That’s your launch angle. The force from your jump gives you an initial velocity upward and forward. Gravity pulls you down, which is why you follow a curved path. The height of your jump, the speed, the angle—all of it can be calculated. Physics is literally why your spike works.”

Ushijima stared at the paper. Then at you. Then back at the paper.

“…Oh.”

You tried not to show how nervous you were. “...Oh? You get it?”

He nodded slowly. “It’s… clearer. The idea of vectors… it makes more sense now. I’d never thought of it like this.”

You leaned in, relief bubbling up. “And torque? That’s what gives your serves spin. Kinetic energy is why the ball keeps moving after contact. Even the way your arms move when you block—that’s angular momentum. Every time you’re on the court, you’re doing physics.”

He was quiet for a second, clearly absorbing every word. Then, something you weren’t prepared for—the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

“You studied volleyball… for me.”

You blinked. “Wha—I mean—yeah? I figured it might help if I explained it in your language.”

He nodded. “Thank you. I didn’t expect that.”

The way he said it—so calm, so sincere—made your face go warm.

“Yeah, well… you’re kinda hopeless without it,” you teased, lightly bumping your pencil against his hand. “But I got you.”

There was a pause.

“I would like to keep learning it this way,” he said, voice low but firm. “If that’s okay.”

“Of course!”

The rest of the session flew by. For the first time, he was really getting it. You could tell by the way his notes were organized, by the quiet “oh”s that would leave his mouth every few minutes. He was engaged. Focused. And actually enjoying it.

“So,” you said as you both packed up, “how are we feeling about physics?”

“Good. It makes more sense now.”

You smiled. Progress.

As you walked out of the library together, something slipped out before you could stop it.

“You know, all this volleyball talk makes me want to join a team or something,” you giggled.

Ushijima looked over, as dry as ever. “I think it would be best if you stuck with tutoring.”

You gasped, offended. “HEY! Don’t pmo.”

He didn’t say anything back, but you could’ve sworn you saw a smirk flash across his face as you both stepped into the fading light of the afternoon.

And just like that, you became Ushijima’s go-to tutor. And in return, he taught you a thing or two about how to play volleyball.

Maybe physics wasn’t the only thing getting a little clearer these days.

( i think i had to much fun writing this 🙁🧍🏾‍♀️)

[midnightbluebells03]

Ellie x easily distracted reader ><

DISTRACTED

Ellie pic from here

CW - oral (r receving)

WC - about 1.3k

Readers physical appearance isn't described (I think)

I think this went a lil left field, so sorry about that!! Leave me any Abby or Ellie requests x

I wrote this super quick cause I've got a concert to get ready for but hope yall like it

When you had asked Ellie to come over and help you study you were fully convinced that it would be a good idea. Afterall she was the smartest person you knew, majoring in astrophysics and being genuinely good with math. But now it seems like it was anything but.

Your girlfriend is sitting so close to you, your thighs are grazing together, those glasses you love perched on her nose and her veiny hands point to the pages in your text book.

How were you supposed to pay attention?

"So just take x, which in this case is 57" she starts to walk you through another question. Even though just ten minutes ago she had to pause because you had lost focus. Starting to doodle on the margins of your notebook and look around your room. Hands restleslly fidgeting with the sheets underneath you. Now your focus was on the textbook. Well on the hands running across the text book anyway. Close enough right?

You had to fight every urge to trace your fingers over her tattoo, to pull two of her fingers into your mouth and just-

"Hey" Ellie's voice snaps you out your trace. "Babe are you listening?" Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and you can't help but feel guilty. The heat rushing to your cheeks as you nod timidly, knowing full well you have no idea how to do this. "What's the answer then?".

"Umm...12?" Ellie shakes her head and closes the book over.

"39" she sounds defeated and you sigh softly, covering your face with your hands. A frustrated groan leaves your lips.

"I'm sorry Els I just...I don't get it"

Ellie's hands come to your wrists, pulling them down softly. You look at her and she just smiles. You're a little shocked. You had expected her to be at least a little annoyed, you two had been at it for hours and you still couldn't keep focused. But no she's as soft as ever.

"Think you're just distracted baby" her eyes dart down from your own to your chest, making you swallow hard. Your tight tanktop letting her see a peak of your cleavage, your skin that's just begging for her to mark it. "Want me to make it better?" Her tone has switched, to that cocky, teasing one that makes you weak. You nod and reach for her cheeks but she stops you. "Words babe"

"Please?" You say quietly, Ellie moves closer to you. Cupping one of your cheeks in her hand as she starts to close the gap between you two. Only pausing when she's an inch away from your lips.

"But right after-"

"I'll keep studying, promise" you inturput, running your hands up her thighs. Feeling the rough denim of her jeans under your fingertips. Your lips connect and your melt into her touch. Your hand coming to the back of her head to deepen the kiss. When you two pull back her glasses fall onto the bed and make you giggle. Picking them up to place them on your bedside. "Don't wanna break them again"

One of the first times you had made out Ellie's glasses were an unfortunate victim. Ending with her needing to tape them together until she could buy a new pair, refusing to let you help her pay.

But once you place the glasses down you can't help but glance at your phone. Noticing all the notifications that had been piling up since you started studying. "Baby?" Ellie's hand on your thigh makes you whip your head back around.

"Hmm?"

She tilts her head towards your desk just across the room. "Go sit" you open your mouth to question her but she cuts you off with a peck. "Just do it"

You do as she asks and seat yourself down on your desk chair. Swiveling in at as you watch Ellie move your notebook, pen and textbook infront of you. "Els I thought we were gonna....yknow" you pout, feeling her hand rest on your shoulder.

"We are baby" she picks up the pen and scribbles down some numbers, you watch as she does and frown when you reliase shes writing you an equation. "Just need you to solve this problem okay?" You groan but nod, watching as Ellie drops to her knees infront of you. Her hands spreading your thighs apart. "I'm just gonna go down here" she plucks at the waistband of your sleep shorts. Signaling you to pull them off, along with your panties. You feel your face get hot as she pulls you closer. "Once you solve it, then you can cum"

You look at the problem and you just sigh. "Els I cant"

"Yes you can baby" she starts to trail soft kisses up your inner thighs. "Cmon you know this" she licks a strip from your hole to your clit. Making you grip the desk hard. You can practically feel her smiling into you as her tounge starts to circle your clit in slow circles.

Instead of fighting it you pick up your pen and try to tackle the problem. Hoping to get it done soon because all you want is to grab onto Ellie's hair and grinding yourself down onto her. But you know better than to test her. She was soft sure but she could be mean when she wanted.

It's almost painful how slow her tounge is moving, purposely not trying to distract you. Just enough to make you drip. Your eyebrows are knitted as you stare at the mess of numbers infront of you but after a few more minutes you give up. Scribbling down the answer you got to before tapping Ellie's head. "Done" you say softly, chewing on your lip as Ellie moves back. Sticking her hand out for you to give her the paper. You can't help but pick at your nails as you watch her read it over.

"Babe"

"I know it's wrong but Ellie plea-"

"You got it" she cuts you off, looking up at you with a huge smile. "X equals 16" the paper gets dropped to the floor as Ellie wraps her arms around your thighs. Burrying herself in your pussy like she was the one being teased. She always did treat it like her last meal. "So fucking smart baby" she mumbles between borderline making out with your pussy. Making you moan loudly as your back arches off the chair.

"Fuck Ellie" your hand gets wrapped in her hair. Messing up the bun she had thrown it into this morning. You hadn't realised how close you were, how worked up her teasing had gotten you. Not until your thighs were shaking around her head and threaning to close. Only stopped by her strong grip keeping you open. "Can I cum? Ellie please?" You start to whine, hips jerking up when she pulls back. Trying to chase her mouth.

"Yeah baby make a fucking mess on my face" she kisses your clit "you earned it, such a good girl for me". She barley gives you time to thank her before diving back between your legs. Tounge swirling around you clit when her nails dig into your thighs. Making you moan so loud you're worried about your neighbours. But the knot in your stomach is building, your eyes starting to roll back.

"Ellie!" You moan loudly as your orgasm rushes through you. Nothing but the sounds of you babbling her name echoing in the room. She let's you ride it out. Only stopping when you slump back into the chair with heavy breaths.

"Think you can go again baby?" Ellie looks up at you, your cum dripping down her chin "we gotta get you prepared for the test"

After a few seconds of catching your breath you nod, watching her scribble another problem down. You were going to past this test, even if it meant you were going to be so fucked out you can't think straight.

[moonstruckme]

Hi, I love your writing, I recently read your James Drabble about reader and James being domestic and reader eating all the blackberries. It gave off such summer comfort vibes, I was wondering if you would be able to write something with either James or Remus (you choose I love them both) and reader going to a farmers market or just laying in the summer sun while reader reads and maybe tracing lines on her back. I know I gave you a few ideas, but if you’re comfortable writing something, anything thing would be good, your writing’s always good.

Hope you’re having a lovely day :)

Thanks for requesting, hope you're having a lovely day too <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 794 words

The sun is warm on your back, beating off the white of your book’s pages so glaringly you’ve had to put on your sunglasses to read comfortably. The top you’re wearing is cut low in the back so you can soak in the rays, and you’ve laid a blanket down on the grass to do just that. James is meant to be running the trail around the park, but he’d announced his break twenty minutes ago to snack on the strawberries you’d bought at the farmers market and has somehow fallen into tracing shapes on your bare skin. 

You’re pretending to still be immersed in your book, but it’s growing difficult. 

“What are you doodling back there?” you ask him. 

“Working on my cursive,” he says, drawing a loop next to your spine that makes you shiver despite the warm day. “My teachers were right, I lost the skill once I stopped practicing.” 

“You’re writing? What are you saying?” 

“Nonsense, really. But—hold on, I’ll try to write something and you tell me if you can understand what it says.” 

You laugh. “Okay,” you say, but James presses a hand to your back to still you, shushing with mock seriousness. 

“Shh, lovie, you’re shaking my canvas.” 

You set your chin down on the blanket, giving up on reading and closing your eyes to decipher James’ messages. 

His finger makes a couple of odd loops on your back, and you guess, “Do?” 

“Yes!” 

Another series of loops. They tickle as they get lower, and James tuts when you wriggle slightly. 

“Wait,” you say, “I didn’t get that one.” 

Your boyfriend sighs heavily. You think you can hear a smile in the sound. “Fine,” he says with great reluctance, “I’ll do it again, but please try to pay attention this time. I’m trying to ask you something urgent.” 

You smile to yourself, but focus in as he traces the letters again. 

“You?” 

“There we go! Knew you could do it. Alright, stay with me…” 

James makes it fairly easy on you. The majority of the words are short and simple, only a few letters. Do you want some…

You get stuck on the last one, making him repeat it a few times, slower and slower, until you guess, “Strawberries?” 

“Finally.” James lets out a big breath, drooping forward so he’s laid across you with his chin digging into your back. “Angel, you know I love you, but I don’t think that was my cursive’s fault. I think you need to work on your reading comprehension skills.”

You roll your eyes. “How is asking me if I want strawberries urgent?” 

“Because I’m about to finish them off.” 

“Wait, actually?” James’ weight lifts off you as you push yourself up on your elbows, turning to see the container of strawberries you’d bought only an hour ago. It had been heaping then, but now there are only a handful left. “Jamie, really?” 

He at least looks appropriately abashed. “You weren’t reaching for them,” he says, tanned shoulders creeping upwards, “and they’re really good! How much restraint am I expected to exercise here? I’ve left you five.” 

“I haven’t been reaching for them because I don’t want to get my book sticky.” You pout, exaggerating your distress for what you know it’ll get you in return. “I didn’t expect them to all be gone by the time I was ready.” 

“Aw, sweetheart, I could’ve helped you with that.” He picks up a strawberry by its stem, holding it out for you. “Here, open.” 

You sigh but tip your mouth open obediently, biting off the tip. Sweet, slightly sun-warmed juice explodes into your mouth. 

“That wasn’t hardly a bite at all,” James chides. “Have another.” 

You do. “I’m beginning to resent you more now that I know how good these are,” you tell him. The sweet tang lingers on your taste buds even after you’ve swallowed. “We should only get our fruit from that vendor from now on.” 

“They clearly know what they’re doing,” he agrees. He gives you another strawberry after the first is finished, musing while you crunch, “Come to think of it, I’m starting to suspect you only pretended not to know what I was writing so I’d give you a back massage.” 

You laugh. The thought actually hadn’t occurred to you, though his touch had felt nice moving over your back. “Write me another message, and I’ll let you know.” 

James swipes a finger up the length of your spine, laughing when you squirm at the odd tickle. “Would you like me to bring you a glass of lemonade while I’m at it?” he asks.

“Mm, that’s alright. We just need to find some palm fronds for you to fan me with, and I think I’ll be set.”

[e-vay]

Heyo! Do you have any tips for making comics? :)

I've been meaning to get back into the swing of it, but concentrating on such a commitment that takes so much time is tough sometimes haha.

How do you make it work? Are there things you avoid/make easier for yourself just to make the process more fun and do-able?

First of all, I’m very happy for you! I think it’s very exciting whenever we return to a craft we were once passionate about. I wish you the best of luck!

This is a big question and I don’t think there’s really one simple answer since all artists are different and have their own strengths and weaknesses.

One of the biggest issues I face is that I have a million ideas but I simply don’t have the time to do them all. I want to share all these ideas but if I gave each and every idea the same amount of attention and detail, I’d hardly get anything done. So here are some things I've learned through my own comic-making experience, but keep in mind it may not be what you're looking for. Also remember this is NOT career advice. I make comics for fun, not for a living. If you’re looking for professional advice I would suggest looking elsewhere 👍

1 - A comic doesn't have to be fully rendered to be entertaining. Although I love to draw and line and color my work, it’s not always necessary. If I feel a punchline is strong enough to stand on its own, I’ll just make it into a doodle comic. In fact, I’ve found that some of my doodle comics perform better than the fully rendered ones! The doodle comics are still very fun for me to draw and they also serve as gestural drawing practice, so in the end it doesn’t feel like I'm making a sacrifice. I'm still getting my ideas out there and I'm still drawing, I'm just prioritizing what gets more attention so I can better manage my time.

2 - Not every panel needs an illustrated background. You definitely need to show backgrounds for establishing shots and when characters are interacting with the scene. But sometimes the focus needs to be entirely on the character and/or what they’re saying. You can choose to have a solid color background and maybe add a few textures to keep it visually interesting. You're still putting in the effort to make your art pop, but you aren’t losing a ton of time by drawing dozens of backgrounds. Color is also a good way to convey mood. I do that a lot in my comics, like this bit from “My Gal”:

^ I was trying to show a progression in excitement here, so having the colors change from cool to warm does a better job portraying that than if I just had a standard, scenic forest background for all the panels.

3 - Use resources: That's what they're there for! Because I make all these comics by myself, I have had to find resources to help me get through some of the steps faster so I can focus more on the story writing and the artwork. For example, to help me save time on lettering, I use the Onomatopedia font and the Manero Panels, SFX and Bubbles brush set for Procreate. I’m still selecting the sound effects and choosing the appropriate bubbles and tails to suit the mood and scale of the text, but this has saved me a ton of time because I’m not drawing each individual element by hand over and over again. Personally, I purchased these resources but I'm sure there are plenty of free tools out there that you can use.

As far as making it more fun... Honestly, I just love comics as an art form so much that learning about all the 'rules' and techniques and 'SOP's behind comics makes it more fun for me to make them. I recommend checking out tutorials and tips (even if you think you already know it all) and you might be surprised at how much it might ignite more of your comic-making passion. For example, I've spent hours on Blambot's "How-To" page and on ComicDevices.com just to try and soak up as much as I can. They're full of fascinating reads that make me want to try out different things!

I hope this helps! Good luck with your comics!

[frenchkisstheabyss]

୨୧ ʝαɯႦɾҽαƙҽɾ (σɳҽ) ୨୧

୨୧ Pairings: rich boy!seonghwa x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!choi san x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader, mentions of yunho

୨୧ Genre: graduate school au/smut/angst/a lil fluffy

୨୧ Summary: It was never your intention to infiltrate one of the most exclusive social circles at your new university, seducing rich boys to get who and what you want. Wait, no, it was.

୨୧ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

୨୧ Warnings: reader's in her villain era, demon line are wealthy low key villains too, strong language, some dom demon line/sub reader dynamics, you sleep with everyone darling, oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, pet names (good girl), obsession, probably a praise kink (who am I kidding? it's for sure a theme), jealousy/light possessiveness, sugar baby origins, unprotected sex, a lil drop of rough sex, marking, fingering, mention of multiple orgasms, public spicy stuff, light choking, scratching, nibbling, dry humping, & that's it, babes.

୨୧ A/N: This baby has sorta just been chilling in the drafts cause I kinda get nervous to post sometimes but I'm gonna let her be free now. This one focuses on Hwa moreso but Joong and San will get their time too. Yunho's also a part of this, just not quite yet. So, yes, I hope you like it!

୨୧ Part Two is Here ୨୧

Observe a weekly study session held by three best friends. It takes place every Sunday, almost ritualistically so, at 3:00pm sharp in the apartment of ringleader Kim Hongjoong. Situated at the top floor of an old university office turned luxury apartment building, it has a vintage charm to it that somehow makes it feel more absurdly expensive than it already is. 

Observe that, despite their long held agreement that this is a “study” session, no one’s actually studying. Not Choi San lounging in the brown Italian leather chair, mindlessly chewing on one of the legs of his round rimmed glasses when he should be wearing them instead. 

Not Hongjoong painstakingly rearranging the shoes by the door. Seonghwa’s black Dior Oxfords can’t go near Hongjoong’s custom leather Prada sneakers. They are custom after all. 

Not Seonghwa who’s leaning by the window doodling on the crisp pages of his $200 copy of the Netter Atlas of Human Anatomy, an act that would be blasphemous to someone like him on any other day.

But no one’s doing anything they’d do on a normal day because this isn’t a normal day. They’re distracted, unable to peel their minds free from the events of last night and it’s all your fault. 

Staring down at the space between his legs, San can only think about the fact that you were there. You, the new girl with your pretty face and soft cheeks. Cheeks that were even softer as he gently cupped them, pressing the tip of his cock to the back of your throat.

The way that you whimpered, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth, is etched into his memory. If he could rewind time he’d do it over and over just to hear those same whimpers muffled by his cum filling your cheeks. You swallowed him so well, not spilling a drop.

“Such a good girl” he’d whispered, petting your hair as your head lay in his lap. Such a good, good girl. 

By the window, Seonghwa’s still sketching away. The level of intensity and focus on his face does wonders to make it appear as if the motion of his hand has even a shred of intent behind it. None of it means anything, just a half hearted attempt at busying a brain that keeps reminding him how he fucked you against the very window he leans upon. This exact spot actually. 

You, with your plush body and sweet voice had begged, as his lips met yours, “Please don’t stop.” It was pure bliss to have your nails digging into his forearms, the walls of your deliciously warm pussy clenching around him.

You were wet enough that your thighs were almost too slippery to grip when he parted them to sink in deeper. No girl has ever been that needy for him before, so desperate to be ruined by him. Fuck, he wants to ruin you. 

“I need a drink” Hongjoong huffs, rushing off to the kitchen. Drinking’s never been something he’s just done. He considers self medication through alcohol to be silly but what else is he meant to do? He needs something to overwhelm his palate and kill the nagging craving to taste you on his tongue.

You, with your bright eyes and innocent smile, had hopped your cute ass on the counter and let him drink from your pussy until he saw stars. How adorable you’d been, kicking your feet each time his tongue stimulated your sensitive clit, his fingers teasing your sweet spot. “One more for me” he cooed and you gave him exactly what he wanted. More.

It’s all any of them want now. More, more, more. They made a promise to each other that what happened last night could only ever happen again if you were all together. The four of you. Not three. Certainly not two. The boys would do with you what best friends do with all things, share, but sharing’s much easier said than done when you don’t truly want to. 

Seonghwa slams his book shut, snapping back to reality at a speed too dizzying for the others. “I need to go” Seonghwa announces, scrambling to shove his things into his bag. San sits up in the chair, popping his glasses back on.

“Go? Where are you going?”

“I, uh, I have to go look for something. I’ll see you guys later.”

Hongjoong steps back into the living room just in time to hear the door slam as Seonghwa exits. “Where’s he off to?” A question with only one logical answer that pisses San off the second it dawns on him.

“Where do you think?”

The scholarships aren’t nearly enough. They were enough to get you here but being able to stay? That’s a different story. And so you find yourself here on a Sunday evening, picking up hours at the university’s library to make some extra money.

It’s a grueling schedule. Weekdays waitressing at a five star restaurant, weekends at the library, and every waking hour outside of that spent with your face buried in your books. Well, almost every waking hour. Lately you’ve managed to find time for other things.

Wheeling a cart full of books down one of the aisles, you nearly run over some girl’s feet. “Hey, watch it!” she shouts, shooting you a look that says she wants to tear your head off. “I’m really sorry” you apologize, slinking to the side to let her squeeze past.

“These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” she spits before storming off in the other direction.

Everyone’s like that here, always throwing their money in your face. Mommy and daddy’s money anyway. You don’t have what they do, it’s like they can smell it on you, and they’ll never let you forget it. “These shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?” you mock, picking up a book to slip onto one of the shelves. “They’re fucking hideous anyway.” 

“Uh, hey, everything okay?” a voice asks from behind you. You jump, nearly tripping over one of the cart’s wheels. Seonghwa grabs you by the arm before you lose your footing. Your knight in shining armor. Well, a cardigan really but close enough, right?

“Oh my god, Seonghwa. You can’t sneak up on me like that. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“It’s a library” he laughs, straightening out your shirt, “I thought we were supposed to be quiet.”

“Not that quiet! What are you doing here anyway?”

That came out a bit harsher than you intended. Thankfully Seonghwa finds it cute when you’re sassy. “Yunho told me you work here on weekends and I thought…I wanted to see you.” “See me?” you ask, the book now clutched in your arms like a stuffed animal.

Seonghwa moves between you and the cart, pinning you against one of the shelves. This position feels familiar, a flash of heat rushing over your body and settling between your legs. Seonghwa toys with the hem of your short skirt, his knuckles brushing your exposed thigh.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm?”

“Working two jobs. Do you like it?”

“Honestly, I hate it.” You draw in a sharp breath when his fingertips touch the marks he left behind on you last night. Sneaking both hands beneath your skirt, he traces your hips, relishing in the fullness of them.

Your thighs part and he carefully eases his knee between them, the moist cotton of your panties all that separates your aching core from his slacks. Seonghwa leans in to nibble at your bottom lip, “Then quit.” “Hwa, you know I can’t, ah…” you squeak, the book tumbling to the ground as he slowly grinds you along his leg.

He kisses you tenderly, angling you forward to stimulate your clit in just the right way. Seonghwa can already feel you soaking through his pants. You get wet so easily for him and it eats away at his self control. “Quit” he repeats, “I can get you a job at one of my father’s offices. His secretaries there don’t really do anything. You can kind of just sit there and be pretty. I know you can do that.”

Letting go of your waist, he pulls back enough to watch how perfectly your tits sit as you ride his thigh. “Look at you, doing so well already.” 

The quiet one. That’s how Yunho described Seonghwa before you met him. He’s quiet but no more innocent than the others are. Never let that innocent exterior fool you, he has a switch and when it flips he’s someone you won’t even recognize.

That switch, you can see it flipping on and off. His eyes bright with admiration one second and darkening with lust the next. There’s something dangerous about him but you aren’t exactly harmless now, are you? 

“You’d do that for me?” you ask, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, taking his thumb between your lips. “Of course I would. I’d…” he loses his train of thought as you start sucking his thumb, the rhythm of your hips picking up speed.

“Anything you want.”

You can feel his pulse quickening. See his face taking on a pink hue. Your breathing grows shallow, the tension building in your core making your body shudder. “So close” you whine, running his hand down to your neck, “I want you to make me cum.” 

Anything you want. Anything for you. Seonghwa holds you by the neck, his other hand slipping into your panties. “Cum for me then like a good girl. Like my good girl.”

There’s a chance someone could hear you. Between the splashing of his fingers in your juices and the moans that spill out from your lips onto his, there’s more than enough noise to draw a little attention. That’s what makes it hotter. What has his cock straining against his pants and your eyes glossing over as the tension finally snaps.

Ruin you, that’s what he wanted to do, and look at you now, coming undone so wonderfully. How can he be anything short of obsessed with you? 

“So gorgeous when you’re falling apart.”

“Only when I’m falling apart?” you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you on the forehead.

“No,” he sighs, “And I think that might be the death of me.”

[atsro-slut]

Could you please do remus x reader with reader during exams absolutely procrastinating to death and getting stressed about it? I could use the motivation for my exams 🫶

A Quiet Break

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Hi bby!! Thank you SO much for the request! I hope it is to your liking <3 This is also a reminder to everyone that my requests are open!

Remus Lupin x female!reader

Exams got Y/N stressed—good thing Remus knows just how to help her hit reset.

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It was a typical evening in the Gryffindor common room, the crackling fire casting warm light over the room full of students bent over textbooks and parchment. The tension was palpable—Exams were fast approaching, and everyone was on edge. But amidst all the frantic studying, there was one student who stood out.

Y/N was slumped over a desk, her eyes fixed on an open textbook that she wasn't actually reading. Instead, she stared at the words, but none of them seemed to make sense. The notes on the page blurred together as her mind raced in a thousand different directions. She had been at it for hours, trying to cram for the upcoming exams, but somehow it never felt like enough.

And the more she thought about it, the more stressed she became, feeling completely overwhelmed.

Her quill hovered over a sheet of parchment that was already covered with random scribbles and doodles, the result of her mind’s inability to focus. She had tried everything—studying in the library, working with friends, even attempting to review in the common room, but nothing seemed to stick. Her stress was mounting, and with each passing second, it felt like she was sinking further into a hole she couldn't climb out of.

"Y/N," a voice broke through her thoughts, soft and comforting.

She turned her head to see her boyfriend, Remus, standing nearby, leaning against the doorframe of the common room. His tired but kind eyes locked onto hers. He had been watching her from across the room for a while, noticing the way she kept fiddling with her quill, tapping it on the desk, her fingers twitching as if they couldn’t find a way to hold still.

"Hey," she said with a forced smile, trying to hide how frazzled she really was. "Sorry, I... I can’t focus. I’ve been trying, but it’s like my brain won’t let me. This isn’t going well."

Remus chuckled softly, walking over and sitting beside her. "Well, you’re not alone. I think every student in this room is feeling the same way. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re so stressed out."

She sighed deeply, resting her forehead on the cool surface of the desk. "I just… I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve tried everything. I feel like I’ve hit a wall, Remus."

He gently placed a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles, a calming gesture that he knew would help her feel grounded. "I think you need a break."

Y/N blinked up at him, confused. "A break? Remus, I can’t afford a break. If I don’t study now, I’ll fail the exams."

He gave her an understanding smile, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "I understand, but sometimes, when you push yourself too hard, your brain can’t absorb anything. It’s like trying to fill a glass with water when it’s already full. You need to let it settle before you can fit more in."

She hesitated, still unsure. "But I don’t know if I have time for that. I’m already so behind—"

"How about this?" Remus interrupted, leaning in closer so she could feel his steady presence. "Let’s take a break together. We can go for a walk around the grounds, get some fresh air, and then when you come back, I’ll help you with whatever you’re struggling with. It’ll be easier to focus once your mind is clear."

Y/N looked at him, torn between the urge to keep studying and the undeniable pull of his warm, calming presence. She had always felt better whenever he was around, and maybe, just maybe, he was right. She needed a moment to breathe.

"Okay," she said finally, pushing away from the desk and standing up. "But only for a little while."

Remus grinned and stood up, offering her his hand. "Deal. Just enough to clear your head."

They slipped out of the common room and made their way down to the courtyard, where the evening air was cool and crisp. The stars were beginning to appear in the sky, twinkling above the castle. They walked side by side in a comfortable silence, the crunch of leaves underfoot providing a gentle soundtrack to the night.

As they reached a secluded bench, Remus gestured for Y/N to sit first. She did, grateful for the moment of peace. Remus sat next to her, his presence like an anchor in the storm that was her mind.

"Better?" he asked softly, glancing at her with a kind smile.

Y/N nodded, though she didn’t speak immediately. The stillness of the night, the quiet rhythm of their breathing, seemed to calm her more than she’d expected. She realized how tightly wound she had been, and how little she’d allowed herself to breathe in the chaos of the school year.

"I’m sorry," she said after a long pause, her voice small. "I don’t mean to get so stressed out. I know it’s just exams, but I always feel like I’m not doing enough."

Remus looked at her gently, his eyes filled with understanding. "You’re doing more than enough, Y/N. The fact that you care this much about your studies shows how hard you’re trying. But you’re allowed to take care of yourself, too. You can’t pour from an empty cup."

She smiled faintly, leaning her head on his shoulder. "You’re always so good at making me feel better. Thank you."

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around her. "It’s the least I can do." He paused, his thumb brushing her hand. "But, you know, I’m not just saying this because I’m your boyfriend. You’re one of the smartest people I know. You’ve got this. Just take it one step at a time."

She closed her eyes, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as his words sank in. For the first time in a while, she felt like maybe she could do this after all. Maybe she didn’t have to do it perfectly—she just had to keep going.

"Okay," she whispered, a bit more determined now. "I’m ready to get back to it."

Remus smiled at her, his eyes full of pride. "Good. And I’ll be here, every step of the way. We can go over your notes together when you’re ready."

They stood up, hand in hand, and walked back toward the castle, the stress of the evening suddenly feeling a little less daunting. With Remus by her side, Y/N knew she could face whatever came next.

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SUBSPACE ANONYMOUS RETURNS!!!

with a forsaken au. ive told @faunify about this. now ive only doodled it so i havent done much but i call this

FORSAKEN: Open Fire its an au that doesn't necessarily take place within the purgatory hellhole that theyre in but instead the survivors are in a group that take down glitches, viruses, and hackers. the spectre has the killers on its side and wants them to destroy robloxia while mr big man roblox itself has the survivors on their side and wants them to defend the place.

info dump down below

So, you've chosen to listen to my information dump. Very well then....

Be aware that this is full of dumb fixation ramblings. Anyways, FORSAKEN: Open Fire is an AU that, as stated above, doesn't take place in your typical place. Our main character of this AU story is Noob. They join up with a group of characters with varying different personalities in order to keep the peace.

They're divided into different categories: Survivalists Supports and Sentinels

These varying categories gives each of them a certain title. Starting off with the Survivalists.

Noob and 007n7 are the main two survivalists while Two Time is only a volunteer and plays more like a vigilante than anything else. They still see Two Time as an ally and considers them their "S3" (Aka Survivalist 3)

Noob is considered the first survivalist due to their constant work with the team despite them only being an intern. They had joined out of random when they saw the advertisement saying, "Help Needed!" and Noob considered that they needed the experience, so they went into to help only to discover that they were offering their help to the admins. The Admins formed this group due to the increasing influx of glitches and viruses as well as the hackers and threats that are roaming about. Noob is mainly used as a distraction but is really good with stealth.

Two Time is a simple traveler who preaches their cultish readings of the Spawn to anyone who wishes to hear it. Two Time remains mysterious, and no one really knows where they came from. They have no known family or friends and zero connections. Some make up rumors that Two Time is a hacker who hasn't caused much damage yet due to having been pleased with everyone. They've become an urban legend amongst most Robloxians. They're never called upon by the group but instead only assists whenever they're around.

Finally, 007n7. He's a notorious ex-hacker who had retired and lived in hiding for ages after being blessed with his son, c00lkidd. He spent ages caring for the kid the best he could and actually managed to remain stable. His hacking habits never left him as he would just hack in money at times to provide for his son and whenever he did have to work, he usually had his clone babysit. One day, however, his son was taken from him by an unknown force. No matter how hard he tried to fight to bring him back, he ended up failing. This made him feel shut in for years. He made an AI called "c00l2kidd" that takes the likeness of his beloved son in order to help him search for his missing kid. The reason why he is even with the group is due to blackmail. Builderman had heard of 007n7's connection as well as his run in with the chaotic force of the Spectre and wanted him to join. 007n7 declined, just wanting to focus on finding his son. Builderman was willing to take that answer, but Shedletsky had other plans. 007n7 was promised safety from being banned for all his past wrongdoings and crimes if he joined the group and if he declined, he would be sent to the Banlands. 007n7 gave in and joined the group but still remains in his home, working overtime for himself and for the group.

Supports - [DUSEKKAR IS DUE FOR A REDESIGN]

The category that is taken over mainly by the admins. Elliot is there just for the fun, lol.

Elliot was your average pizza delivery boy, pizza chef, and friendly neighbor who had been blessed with something that no one else really had. He had the innate ability to heal whether it was through food or just through general magic, Elliot was an excellent healer. He had heard about the group needing help and considered that he could, perhaps, assist them in their work. When entering the interview office, it turned out that a rogue glitch had followed him inside and began causing carnage all over the place. The admins were able to neutralize it but not without getting injured. They couldn't die but they could very much sustain injuries. Elliot by his nature, rushed to heal the trio. The admins saw Elliot's skills in healing and were impressed. They granted him the role of "SP1" or "Support 1" in which he will be the resident doctor.

Builderman and Dusekkar are admins created by the big boss man Roblox. Roblox is a giant robot that had created the small fellows and granted them their abilities to protect the lives of other Robloxians.

Builderman was always very creative and built almost everything by himself. There were some things made by Shedletsky and Dusekkar here and there, but Builderman worked tirelessly to create the cities that they all live in now. It was actually Builderman's idea to form the group and it was Dusekkar's idea to ask for help. Shedletsky is there for the lols.

Sentinels - [CHANCE AND SHEDLETSKY ARE DUE FOR REDESIGNS]

The Sentinels are the main ones out there doing work of actually putting an end to the glitches and viruses. Supports and Survivalists are meant for aid and herding while the Sentinels actually do the erasing and killing.

Guest 1337 is a former soldier who now lives peacefully with his wife and kid. While, he isn't up to be in that line of work, Guest understands the dangers of these creatures roaming and stalking, waiting to hurt or kill any Robloxian that walks around innocently. He mainly joined out of the wish to protect his family . He still gets to stay at home and watch his family to make sure that they're safe but he still has to be present whenever there is an issue going on. Guest and Builderman are actually friends and Builderman invites Guest and his family to dinners and Guest usually shows up with his family.

Shedletsky is an admin who doesn't take the job very seriously. They enjoy creating and playing games but they're rarely ever actually doing their job. Shedletsky has always been laid back and chill but no one ever really trusts him enough to handle things with care. This carries over to Chance who he's managed to become friends with.

Chance is the owner of a Casino that was the entire reason why he joined the group. They believe that if they work with the big leaders of Robloxia then the popularity will skyrocket and that just means more money for Chance by association. It's an interesting plan that was actually brought up by Shedletsky so Chance joined and became "ST3".

I don't have designs for the killers yet, but I will when I get down to it. Asks questions if you wanna. Inbox is always open.

[winniefrezcomics]

You got that jimtim crack bro?

Oh shit uuuhhh- fuckin- hang on- (frantically flips thru notes app)

Here’s a shitty phone doodle and a Drabble that I wasn’t gonna post bc it’s kinda boring abswbfndjcjdj, unfortunately I don’t have any more competent JimTim on hand rn but hope these suffice, chief 🫡

(This is more implied JimmyTimmy than anything, the focus is on Jimmy meeting Timmy’s siblings lmao)

A teenage Jimmy Nuetron steps through an interdimentoinal portal, looking around at his surroundings and his own hands

“Okay… this looks right…”

In the background, Teen Timmy Turner takes out an earbud, and turns from his desk

“JIMMY!” Timmy leaps up in excitement, scurrying over to his friend

“Greetings, Timmy! Hate to drop in like this, but there’s been-“

Jimmy is interrupted as Timmy BEAR HUGS him, lifting him off the ground for a second

“how ARE you man? It’s been forever!”

Jimmy sighs, hugging back briefly with an awkward pat before stepping back-

“Yes, yes, good to see you too, sorry I’ve been so busy…”

Jimmy’s face suddenly hardens into a serious scowl, activating his wristwatch to project a hologram of a weird little bug man

“Listen, Turner- I wouldn’t drop in unannounced if it wasn’t a DIRE situation. ZIM got into the base. We don’t know how, or what he took, but we need ALL hands on deck to ensure he doesn’t-“

Jimmy looks over to see Timmy texting in his phone

“-aaaand you’re not listening”

Jimmy sighs with exasperation

“Yeah yeah yeah, important multiverse stuff- just a sec, this is important too!” Timmy continues to text excitedly

Jimmy sighs, tapping his foot impatiently “aaand, what exactly could you be referring to that’s more important than-“

Jimmy jumps slightly as all the lights in the room suddenly go out, darkening it completely despite it being visibly midday outside moments prior

Timmy however is unbothered, grinning as a SPOTLIGHT flicks on from nowhere to illumiate him

“Jaaames Neutron, I’d like you to meet-“

Jimmy reflexily raises his watch-lazer in alarm as a purple POOF of smoke fills the room,

Jimmy COUGHS, glancing down at his wristwatch with alarm when it beeps to indicate that another person, and some undefinable other lifeform, have suddenly teleported into the room with them

The smoke slowly disperses to reveal GIGANTIC BLOCK LETTERS have also appeared, mirroring Timmy’s excited shout of

“myyyy SIBLINGS!!”

Timmy runs over to one side of the gigantic “SIBLINGS” block letters and hits the dab

Jimmy blinks with confusion, eyes darting all around the strange scene- after the un-ignorable letters, Jimmy notices a human silhouette, about Timmy’s height, step forward out of the fog with a friendly wave, and flashing her gap-toothed grin

“Hi! I’m Chloe Carmichael!”

Timmy looks up from his silly pose and sighs with disappointment-

“Chloeeee, you didn’t dab with me!”

“Oh, sorry? Was I supposed to?”

“Poof poof!”

Jimmy immediately directs his gaze and watch upward, locking eyes with a toddler-aged Poof, who waves excitedly with the hand not holding his rattle

Timmy approaches Jimmy and nonchalantly lowers the wrist watch for him

“Easy, tiger- that’s just my fairy god brother! His name’s Poof!”

Jimmy blinks with confusion, then laughs to himself- “ah, of COURSE! I almost forgot all about your holograms! This must be a new model! An awfully cute one…”

Jimmy notes with amusement- poof floats closer, and Jimmy gives his chubby tummy an experimental poke, making him giggle adorably

“Oh heyyy, you must be that scientist Timmy thinks is cute!”

Timmy RUSHES over to cover Chloe’s mouth, hissing through his teeth- “CHLOE!! WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT?!”

“Cause you’re not GONNA!” Chloe responds with a grin

Jimmy doesn’t even hear them arguing, he’s too busy scanning poof with his watch, and squinting at the screen with interest

“How odd… according to my sensors, your holograms appear to have biological components…”

Jimmy looks up at Poof, smiling awkwardly- “Heey, little guy- ‘poof’, was it?”

“Poof poof!” Poof nods with a big smile

“Iiii don’t suppose you’d mind if I, uh- ran a few tests on you?”

Poofs face falls into one of fright, and he teleports to hide behind his brother, who looks up with alarm upon hearing the word ‘tests’

“OY! Put that mad scientist-ass face AWAY, J-Bird! That’s my baby brother you’re talking about!”

“Baby… brother? How exactly do you have a familial relation to a hologram? And weren’t you an only child last time I was here?”

Timmy suddenly looks mildly uncomfortable, clearly u are how to explain- he looks at Chloe for help, who just shrugs

“Well- uh- ya see- the thing about that is-“

“HANG ON-“

“Oh thank god”

“My sensors are picking up something…”

Jimmy squints at his watch, before his eyes go wide, suddenly shouting

“EVERYONE, GET DOWN!!” JUST as the wall to Timmy’s room has a gigantic HOLE blasted into it

Timmy tackles Chloe out of the way, and poof transforms into an umbrella for a moment to shield them from debris, but reverts back to his fairy form with a gasp of excitement when he hears a familiar voice-

“Just WHAT do you think you’re DOING in here, TURNER?!” FOOP demands, floating through the hole he made to survey the scene, pointing accusingly at the portal when he spots it

“A-HA! I KNEW IT! You ARE opening Interdimentional portals!!” Foop suddenly turns to Poof, looking hurt-

“And you DIDNT invite me?!”

Poof Floats over to comfort his frenemy, ‘poof poof’ing gently at him

“What. Is THAT.” Jimmy deadpans from where he had ducked for cover from the blast

“Oh, that’s just Foop.”

Timmy sighs, walking over to clasp Jimmy’s hand and help him up (tho doing so makes Tim blush a bit)

“That… doesn’t answer my question…”

“Yeah, he sucks. Do as many tests on HIM as you want.”

Jimmy starts to grin with excitement, but Chloe steps between Jimmy and the toddler fairies with her arms outstretched, looking offended

“Hey! No way, mister Science guy! Step AWAY from the babies!”

Jimmy deflates with annoyance at being stopped a second time, Timmy pats him on the back.

[phoenix-art-official]

This is gonna be a really strange compliment, but I appreciate how you draw hands both really well and really crappy. Your main pieces are so well posed and you make it look super easy to draw stylized hands, but I also love how your doodles and quick sketches (example being the age-regression comic) you seem to have a "fuck it close enough" with hands. It makes it all seem less intimidating to a new artist that we don't have to always put so much focus on our small pieces. Love your work!!

apdnfkrornfkg honestly thats a great compliment! i always focus more on a general shape than anything, and ive found that people still respond well to that as long as they can connect to the foundational concept. u dont always need to sweat the details. hell, my most popular comics are the ones that are rushed and super loose in an effort to get them out quicker. its a genuinely good skill to build!

[rivendellwatch]

FLUFF WEEK IS HERE PEEPS!!

IT IS TIME, MY FRIENDS! The banners are raised, the tea is steeping, the hobbits are bringing second breakfast, and we are about to embark on a journey of pure, unfiltered fluff!💛

From this day (29th of March) until the 4th of April, we are throwing angst into Mount Doom where it belongs and embracing love, softness, and cozy vibes instead!!!

Will there be forehead kisses? Yes.

Will there be sleepy cuddles? Absolutely.

Will characters be wrapped in blankets like little burritos, protected from all harm? YOU KNOW IT. ✨

This post being absolutely LONG and full of infos, click on the "read more" to get full access to it! And don't worry, this will be pinned so you won't have to go full Gollum looking for precious!

❓ Frequently Asked Questions – Fluff Week 2025 ❓

I want to make sure everyone has all the info they need! Here are some frequently asked questions about the event, how to participate, and what is (and isn't) allowed. If you still have any questions, feel free to ask!

💛 What kind of works are allowed?

All types of fan creations are welcome, as long as they center on fluff! That includes:

✨ Fanfiction (one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapter fics etc) ✨ Fanart (drawings, comics, doodles, digital or traditional) ✨ Moodboards, aesthetics, and playlists ✨ Edits, GIFs, and even memes! ✨ Poetry and headcanons ✨ Anything else creative, as long as it fits the fluff theme!

💛 Are “X Reader” fics allowed?

Absolutely! X Reader, self-insert, and OC-focused works are all welcome.

Everyone deserves to be wrapped in the warmth of their favorite characters! Just make sure the fic still fits the fluff theme and we're all good!

💛 Does it have to be romantic fluff, or can it be platonic/family-oriented?

Fluff is fluff! This event is NOT limited to romantic ships. You can absolutely write about:

💛 Found family dynamics 💛 Siblings, cousins, parent & child, friendship fluff 💛 General soft character moments 💛 Even pets getting some love! (Yes, we absolutely endorse fics about baby Eagles being doted on, or Elrond getting tackled by a million affectionate dogs.)

💛 What are the rules for ships?

While all ships are welcome, there are a few things to keep in mind: ✔️ Keep it fluffy! Even if a ship has a lot of angst or darker elements in canon, your fic must align with the theme of the event. If the ship has an inherently toxic or non-consensual element in canon, you must focus on a softer, kinder interpretation. ✔️ No ship-bashing. This event is a drama-free, ship-war-free space. Let people enjoy their fluff! ✔️ Tag properly. If a pairing is controversial or not widely popular, tag accordingly so participants can curate their experience.

💛 What is NOT allowed?

This event is meant to be a safe, positive space, so certain topics will not be accepted in the AO3 collection or event tag. This includes: 🚫 Anything non-consensual (rape, dubcon, etc.) 🚫 Bullying, harassment, or any abusive behavior (even if resolved in the story) 🚫 Heavy angst or tragedy without a happy/fluffy resolution (the story should leave people feeling warm and comforted!) 🚫 Gore, excessive violence, or horror themes (minor injuries are okay, but nothing graphic or distressing) 🚫 Explicit NSFW/smut (This is an event for fluff! Suggestive themes are fine, but the focus should be on softness and warmth, not explicit content.) 🚫 Dark/evil character interpretations that don’t align with the spirit of fluff (ex: no dark!Annatar manipulating Galadriel, no abusive dynamics reframed as romantic, etc.)

If any of these elements are included in a fic, it will not be added to the AO3 collection or promoted by the event blog.

💛 Where do I post my work?

📌 On AO3: We have an official Fluff Week 2025 collection! You can add your work there!!! 📌 On Tumblr/Twitter/etc.: Use the tags AND tag @rivendellwatch in your post so I can reblog and share your work!

💛 Reminder: To be reblogged and included, make sure to tag @rivendellwatch AND use the hashtags! 🌿 #FluffWeek2025 🌿 #RivendellWatchFluffWeek 🌿 #TROPFluffWeek2025

💛 What if I miss a day?

That’s totally fine! You don’t have to post every day—this is a fun, low-pressure event. Feel free to post late, skip days, or pick only the prompts that inspire you.

💛 I don’t want to write/draw, but I still want to participate. Can I?

YES! Cheer on your fellow creators, leave comments, share posts, and spread the fluff! Every little bit of support helps make this a warm and welcoming event!!

If you have more questions, feel free to ask!💛✨

I mentioned a funny "achievement system" for peeps earlier to have fun with, so here they are (you don't have to join it, this is just for FUN):

For Writing One Fic: "First Bite of Fluff" – You’ve taken the first delicious step!

For Writing Three Fics: "Third Time’s the Charm" – And oh, what a charming collection!

For Writing Five Fics: "A Handful of Happiness" – Five fics full of warmth and joy!

For Writing Ten Fics: "Fluff Legend" – Your legacy of softness grows ever stronger!

For Writing One Ship: "Love at First Write" – Because every ship needs a beginning!

For Writing Three Ships: "Fluff Sampler Platter" – A taste of many loves!

For Writing Five Ships: "Cupid’s Favorite" – You’ve spread romance far and wide!

For Writing Ten Ships: "Fluffy Fleet Commander" – So many ships, all sailing strong!

Here is a Bingo Card with prompts for you peeps, if you wish to use it!

Now, same for the achievements earlier! I created some for the peeps using the bingo card but like I said: this is for FUN and you do not have to join if you don't want to!!

There are 16 spots on the Bingo card so it goes as follows:

"A Single Hobbit Step" – Every great journey begins somewhere!

"Tookish Bravery" – You’ve dared to start, and that’s worth celebrating!

"Soft as a Shire Sunrise" – Your words feel like morning light over Hobbiton!

"Elven Whispers of Fluff" – Your writing carries the grace of Rivendell!

"Halfway to Lothlórien" – Five prompts in, and the golden woods await!

"Second Breakfast of Softness" – Because one serving of fluff is never enough!

"Cuddleworthy Like a Warg Pup" – Feral? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely.

"Warm as Dwarven Forged Gold" – Your fluff is priceless and treasured!

"A Blanket from Lady Galadriel" – Your writing is a gift of comfort and light!

"You Shall Not Angsty" – Only pure, unfiltered softness here!

"A Hug from Samwise" – You’ve written so much, and it feels like home!

"Elrond’s Seal of Approval" – Even the lore-master himself acknowledges your fluff mastery!

"Softer Than Mithril" – Your words protect the heart like the finest silver!

"As Cozy as a Rohan Hearth" – The fire’s crackling, and your fics feel like home!

"King/Queen of the Cuddle Keep" – Your fluff rules over all Middle-earth now!

"Bingo Baggins, Master of Fluff" – You did it, you absolute legend!

Here they are!! Your soft, cozy, absolutely optional daily prompts!💖 You don’t have to use them, but if you’re looking for inspiration, they’re here to give you a nudge in the fluffiest direction! Whether you write, draw, make moodboards, or just daydream about the sweetness, it’s all welcome!🕊️

Use them as literally or loosely as you want—mix, match, or completely ignore them in favor of your own fluffy ideas! The goal is maximum softness and zero stress!!!☁️💕

I'll post 5 new prompts each day for you peeps!

Prompt 1: “Oh, you’re warm.” – Character A and Character B get caught in the cold and instinctively cling to each other for warmth. Bonus points if one is in complete denial about how cozy they are.

Prompt 2: Lazy Mornings – Character A wakes up to find Character B sleepily clinging to them, refusing to let go. Attempts to get up are met with grumbles, half-asleep negotiations, and possibly bribes involving breakfast.

Prompt 3: Braiding Hair / Fixing Clothes – Character A fusses over Character B’s disheveled hair or rumpled outfit, smoothing wrinkles, tucking loose strands, or absentmindedly braiding hair while chatting. Bonus if Character B secretly melts at the attention.

Prompt 4: “Hold still.” – Whether it's adjusting a scarf, patching up a tiny scratch, or brushing crumbs off their face, Character A is very hands-on with Character B. B is trying very hard not to blush.

Prompt 5: Accidental Nap Pile – Character A and Character B swear they were just resting their eyes for a second, but now they’re curled up together, blissfully asleep. Bonus if someone walks in and immediately regrets waking them up.

Here are the banners for those wanting to save them/use them already on their post sharing their works!

If you’d like to have your prompts, bingo cards, or anything else affiliated with TROP Fluff Week 2025, feel free to DM me! I’d be happy to add them to the posts so more people can find and enjoy them!!!

And that’s it for now, my fellow fluff enthusiasts!✨ If you have any questions, need clarification, or just want to scream about how cute your WIP is, feel free to reach out! My DMs and asks are always open!

Now go forth and create the fluffiest of tales! May your words be as soft as a Shire meadow, your headcanons as heartwarming as a Rivendell feast, and your angst levels appropriately low (this is FLUFF Week, after all)!!!💛🌿

[NB: The AO3 collection is moderated, so I’ll be reviewing submissions to make sure everything fits the event’s fluff-only theme!I’ll do my best to approve your works as soon as possible, but please be patient if there’s a small delay. If you have any issues or questions, feel free to reach out!]

Happy Fluff Week Everyone!!!!🧁