#i so appreciate all the effort she put into this

[aroboxfolio]

the first thing i feel is my legs crumpling beneath me, the blade, vile thing, falls from my bloody grip. this is new.

I can't remember the last time my hand was free of the blade, the pain of uncurling my fingers shoots through my arm, and I breathe- sharp shallow gulps of musty air, dust spinning around you as the library ___ your intrusion. Archmage Glavia of the Frosts, the youngest archmage coronated in the last thousand years, stands braced against one of many bookshelves in her newly inherited, ancient library-spire.

Her eyes are wide, and breath shallow, but she is unharmed save the red line i put in her cheek. she might even survive, If I can tell her about the poison. (one of many moments I wish I was still with tongue)

I tap my face, mirrored to her wound, and watch her flinch.

"Hells teeth and Horns, you were under that spell?" she groans, disgust framing her face. puppeteering, one of the three most forbidden dark magics. some may argue it the worst. (I would) but she's running out off time. I owe her this much.

I jab my face in the same spot and grit my teeth at her, her brows knit together as she chews her lip, confused.

I jab again and then mime breaking my own neck, it pops loudly as I twist it to the side, and for a splitting second I fear I've actually broke it.

She glowers, brows pinched together to tight to see where one stars and the other ends.

"...Flint shards." she growls, summoning a perfect sheet of ice to check her face with. she prods at the wound, and I realize she hadn't noticed the cut at all. a numbing agent, hum.

"I'm guessing I can't feel this, because there's a way to treat whatever other poison is part of... it." she deducts. I nod slowly, trying not to further aggravate my aching neck.

"well, I appreciate the effort." she smiles, it's crooked, tired smile. The kind one gives to troublesome children, when they do something well- intentioned for once. when was the last time someone smiled at you, tired or not? I don't remember. the chill of her magic moves again and I shudder, magic usually means trouble. my fingers grasp nothing, painfully, thankfully.

she's freezing it, the blood and poison both, using the numbness to her advantage, pulling blackened ice out in chunks, glaring accusingly at her own reflection as she takes her left cheek apart, piece by piece. I shudder again, there's a reason she made it to coronation at 36, and that clearly changes things. mages are so often frivolous or timid, unaware of how to face real challenges, but she might have a shot, In another ten years, of taking them down.

she stops pulling the piece she currently has pinched tween' her fingers with a wince, and breaks it off instead. she looks mauled. she looks at me, and dismisses her ice mirror, turning her focus to my eyes.

her eyes are slightly different shades of grey, the left, above her wound, is darker and bluer. the right is silverish. you can't quite place the color. she looks years more tired. her hand is cold, but I take it anyway and she helps me to my feet. I shake like a new lamb, and my hand refuses to let go, finally holding something, a strange new shape that doesn't fit my crooked fingers. it doesn't have to.

I try to smile, but trying brings tears, and I'm relived when she turns her eyes from me to lead us somewhere. I don't know where. her hair is half in her other had, the one untrapped by mine, and half on her head, covering any glimpse of her face from behind. no cut on her neck, but of course there isn't! she would be dead if that was the case. you know when you've missed or not... but still the relief bubbles up, there's even a curl at her back uncut by that blade. It was thicker than others hair, fleecy, almost, made of tight ringlets of curls. mages take great care with their dress, and archmages are no exception to such truth, but I can only feel glad it was her hair, and not her life, lost to the blade. maybe she can put it back somehow?

she leads me to a room. small, with a hammock and a considerable lack of things besides. "rest here, I need to get this mess fixed" she gestures at her face, but I can't let go. she looks at me, at the tears, until I do let go. the shame burns and my hand weeps, but I am good at doing what I'm told, If nothing else.

"I'll be back..." she sighs, holding her marred cheek, her halved hair, and I wonder why she would bother, for answers, likely. "later." she decides.

I sit in the hammock, and wait. my hand grips nothing.

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

[peachhcs]

james finding something to crack hannah in her meet day routines so they can talk or smt and it becomes a routine she loves…. also see him starting to send her flowers on her meet days

wait yas i think it would be something so sweet and after he keeps persisting for awhile, she finally cracks and lets him into her little bubble of routine she's crafted so perfectly

i think it would be something small but genuine that hannah really appreciates like maybe just a little facetime when she's getting ready to head to the arena and it finally starts to help her calm down and not be in her head so much because she talks to him while she does her makeup and eats her pre meet snack.

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hannah was a girl deeply rooted in tradition. coming from a huge sports family, it started young. her dad made bets on his favorite hockey team, the columbus blue jackets, every year and anytime they played in their home arena, there was four things he always did before the start of the stream: ate two bananas, wore bright orange, knee-high socks, wore the same jersey someone gifted to him way before the kids were born along with the matching hat, and always had to eat a grilled cheese with lays potato chips as his dinner.

that was what led hannah’s dad to believing the jackets would win and if he didn’t do all four of those things, there was no winning—and it was true. in 2019, steve got really sick so he wasn’t able to perform his pregame rituals and guess what happened? the blue jackets lost that home game. now, no matter how sick or healthy hannah’s dad was whenever the team played at home, he needed to do every ritual.

so, it made sense why hannah was so rooted in tradition and why she couldn’t let anyone touch the perfectly crafted routine she made for herself before every meet. james was learning this the hard way, but he was starting to crack her open little by little. after sitting with gabe and ryan’s advice from a few weeks ago, the freshman decided to see what he could do. he really wanted to be apart of hannah’s routine, he just didn’t know how without being too much all at once.

everyone always liked flowers and he knew hannah really loved them, so he started sending her a small bouquet before every meet. he was hoping the little gesture would make her notice how much effort he was putting in to prove that he was really in this for the long run.

one day, hannah facetimed her boyfriend after receiving her second bouquet—usually, it was just a simple thank you text. the boy answered with a smile, “hi, what’s up?” he already saw the slight blush on her cheeks and the way she tried hiding her smile.

“i got your second bouquet. it’s really pretty, thank you. i appreciate these,” hannah showed the bouquet sitting in the middle of her kitchen counter. the boy grinned.

“do you like them?” he wondered because he actually did pick each of them individually every time. he learned the meanings of each flower from his mom, so he really tried to pick the flowers that matched the mood and vibe he was trying to send.

“i love them. you know me so well,” tiger lily’s were hannah’s favorite and she remembered the time he sent her a huge bouquet of them when she was in paris last summer.

“i do know you well,” james smiled. it was just a small something he hoped lifted her spirits knowing how bad her anxiety got before every meet. “how are you feeling?” he knew how she was feeling was given, but he wanted to ask anyway.

hannah shrugged as she walked through the apartment to her room. “okay, i guess. i ate my bananas and i’m gonna start on my hair soon,” the bananas were something taken from her dad. she always thought of him whenever she ate them and they were good for nutrients.

she always tried to have her pre meet rituals remind her of her family and close friends. bananas for her dad, braids for her mom, and little hockey sticks drawn into her tapes for her brothers.

as she started brushing out her hair, james saw the anxiety climb further into her system. he’s learned that whenever hannah started doing her hair the more nervous she became and she started shutting down.

so to hopefully lessen the nerves, james kept talking, “what events are you doing?”

“just bars and floor. coach didn’t put in the usual all-arounds because she wants to try a new rotation,” hannah explained. she parted her hair so she could do four little braids that fell back into a ponytail—a style that looked intricate to some but actually wasn’t as complicated as it seemed.

“both of those routines are killer so i already know you’re gonna do great with those. i can picture perfect 10s,” james’ words earned a blush on the girl’s cheeks.

“wow, thanks. i feel like you’re just saying that though,” she giggled.

“i’d say that whether we were together or not because you do have perfect routines. i mean you went to the fucking olympics,” hearing hannah critique herself so much and so hard was crazy sometimes to james because she was a gold medal olympian. that wasn’t a title just anyone walked around with, especially so young.

“i just get soo in my head,” hannah frowned. james straightened up knowing the girl hardly opened up about this side of herself to him.

"do you have any ideas of what makes you nervous?"

"oh, i don't know..everything honestly even though i've done this so many times before," the girl looked like she was embarrassed to admit that. james hated that though because there was no reason to feel embarrassed about being nervous.

"hey, i get it. would you believe that i get nervous before every time i step onto the ice?"

"really?"

"yup, really. i may not show it all the time, but i'm definitely jittery. maybe it's all the students watching or maybe it's worry i won't play well. it's different each time, but i get it," james explained and for a moment, it calmed hannah knowing this.

she knew how much james cared about hockey and how good he was at it, but hearing him tell her that he still got freaked before every game still told her how much he cared. she also believed nerves were a sign of the care someone had for their sport because they wanted to perform and do well. in some aspects, they were a good thing, but not right now when it only made her spiral deeper into her anxieties.

"the conte is a big rink. i'd get nervous too," hannah smiled.

"i honestly black out when i'm out there. so many fans scream at us but i hardly hear them," the hockey player said.

"gymnastics really teaches you how to block out fans yelling things when you're doing the events. i black out too though."

hannah finished her braids. james watched the way she touched them up in the mirror and then applied the gel that made her her loose ends and baby hairs not stick out everywhere. he liked how concentrated she looked trying to get every little hair.

"okay, how does it look? okay?" the gymnast wondered as she did a small head twirl so the boy could see all of it.

"beautiful," james complimented.

hannah, still not used to the whole praise and constant compliments, blushed again. he always had her blushing like crazy whenever they talked.

"i miss seeing you. when are you visiting again?" she changed the subject as she moved onto the makeup.

"great question. i don't know. when do you wanna see me again?" james smiled.

"whenever you're free. you could come to one of the meets in a few weeks?" the only times james had been to one of her meets was when they were still keeping their relationship on the down low, so having him there as her official boyfriend has still yet to happen.

"i could make something happen," the boys didn't usually get weekends off but maybe he could pull a few strings have someone cover him during a weekend practice so he wouldn't get ripped one too hard by his coach.

the couple continued talking all the way up until hannah needed to get over to facility where she hardly even thought about her nerves because she just kept talking to james. a soft smile was on her lips and she looked a lot more relaxed than when they started the call.

"good luck, you're gonna do amazing like always," james grinned.

"thank you, i appreciate it. it was really good talking to you," hannah kissed the phone to make up for them not being together. the boy reciprocated her action.

"feeling any less nervous?" he asked.

"i am, actually. thank you for the flowers and talking with me while i got ready. it actually really helped," james' heart leapt hearing her say that.

"of course. i can't wait to watch you kill it," he blew her one last kiss.

"i'll text you when it's done," she kissed the phone and that was the end of their call.

obviously, hannah finished up her pre meet traditions when she got to the complex and got taped up, but she was definitely thinking about how she wouldn't mind adding another small ritual to her routine...

it was even one of the best meets she's had this season.

[maximura]

Lady Gaga | Coachella 2025 'Bad Romance'

[canisalbus]

hey there!! i'd been checking this blog for a while, and I really wanted to say you're a great source of inspiration haha! I really love your dog characters and your lore! The amount of research and dedication is really amazing!! about ludovica's gf, do you mind if I come in with my vision as well? I think she'd be a really fluffy dog, maybe with curly hair. so my mind went to the portuguese water dog; but then i thought of two versions: long hair and short hair. so i drew both (tried my best to make her look like a lady and not a grandpa haha)

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[sunnyknight-original]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!!!

WRONG TIMELINE, UNDYNE-

Saw this image, got the idea, and knew what I had to do.

Rare Undyne and Wingdings interaction! im curious of what she thinks of him with the little information she has, like he is technically her coworker, both being co-runners of the underground below KING ASGORE

And yet at meetings hes either a no show, or his brother is there on behalf of him (I assume, at least)

Either way I had fun making this cause ITS JUST SO FUNNYCDHHBDE and I adore Papyrus and Undynes relationship I really gotta draw something between em. ITS SO UNDERRATED! And a lot of the content I see is really flanderizing both of them so :(

Bonus non blurred version plus some work in progress’

This is why Wingdings doesn’t go outside much…

I wonder what hes thinking about

[christian-ford]

Sydney was a perfectionist. Christian noted this, recognizing that it was something she shared with his mother (hands-down his favorite person in the whole wide world). He wished, in this moment, that there was something he could say to give her strength to try those recipes; but he knew from his mom that perfectionism was a lifelong battle, something that couldn’t be dispelled so easily. He settled on simply saying, “I know exactly what you mean.”

Her encouragement of his cooking efforts was very much appreciated. Christian smiled at her words and thanked her; inside, he wondered if maybe he and Sydney couldn’t help each other out somehow.

She took pride in what she made and wanted things to turn out great. Christian relaxed when he cooked and wanted things to turn out at all (and sometimes they just didn’t). Maybe their energies could work off of one other if they texted while cooking?

“Ooh, homemade pasta. And the sauce. That sounds so good,” Christian told Sydney earnestly. “They say when you set goals that they should be hard and not impossible. Something tells me that homemade pasta is not an impossible goal for you; I bet you could do it, if you were able to give it a real try sometime. You know what?”

Christian had thought of a similar recipe he’d put on the back burner. “I’ve been wanting to do sea bass but was worried about messing it up, because it’s such a nice fish. But how about this. Let’s exchange numbers, and sometime we should text each other while we’re cooking…cooking those two recipes, you the homemade pasta, me the sea bass. When we’re finally finished, and we send each other those pictures of the finished product… That would be a feeling. That would be something cool.”

At the entrance to the store now, Christian asked Sydney, “Wanna give it a try?”

"I know experimenting is all about try and fail, so that's where I'm kind of wary, being a bit of a perfectionist," something she attempted to unlearn, but it was ingrained being in the Mitchell family. All in for the familiar setting, rather attempt and fail at the unknown prospect of something they might not have gotten the swing of the first time. She still liked her meaningless hobbies, or cooking even if she hadn't been the greatest at it the first time, but a part of her still bubbled with the desire to be the best at something, even with it not being a competition.

"But that's a good start! Cooking something new to see what works, and what'd you try again and what you wouldn't," she admired his effort, something he found a spark for early on, but decided to pursue later on and it being something that seemed to make him happy. She wasn't sure when the last time she'd felt that familiar yearn to pursue something, even as simple of as trying a new meal in the kitchen and experimenting with things she may not have had considered in the first place.

As she pushed her cart, she considered his question with a thoughtful hum. "Homemade pasta and sauce from scratch. I know it's probably not that hard, but it's something that seems like you can't get right off the bat...or I'm convincing myself it's needlessly difficult so I don't have to attempt to make it."

[rxttenfish]

honestly i just really want to see aaravi deal with miranda's... sincerity? like, miri tries very hard to engage with other people and their interests as best she can, and is always very upfront and flattering and prone to heaping on the praise in a very simple and genuine way when someone else shows her something theyve worked very hard on or are proud of. i just want aaravi to have an excuse to show off for a moment and then entirely freeze up blushing and overwhelmed when miranda actually appreciates it and fawns over her.

[dangoulains-devotion]

yuffie has many interesting elements to her but people refuse to move past "i find energetic kids annoying" and it makes me sad

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

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[brokendevilwrites]

this is adorable @episode5s so let me see what i've got going on. i've written a silly amount so i'll put them but, also, maybe, perhaps i'll add on some wips.

i'd give you my sunrise (give you my best) Galinda Upland, to Elphaba at least, is a curious little thing.

you drive me crazy (half the time) If you had told Galinda Upland six months ago that she would be standing over a still pending pregnancy test with her fingers linked with one Elphaba Thropp, she would have kicked you so hard in the shins that the calligraphy ‘G’ that adorned the soles would have imprinted upon your skin.

i wanna keep you close (don't wanna lose my spot) “Miss Upland, please. If you’re going to insist upon being in this class then at the very least; pay attention.”

for you, i was a flame The problem with finding Elphaba Thropp wonderful in all of the ways comes in two different parts.

you're just the paet of me i can't let go The days that follow Elphaba’s –

i want you (just the way you are) After college Sue puts all of her effort into building her career.

the sky is green and the grass is blue Sometimes Emily wonders if Sue is born from stars.

falling apart is as human as it gets “Are you ready to get started?”

stitch myself up (and i'd do it again) It wasn’t exactly hard to fall into an easy friendship with Lexa, much less something more, but the girl hadn’t made it easy at all.

i'm unapologetically in love (and that's unapologetically enough) They break up on a Saturday and by the Tuesday morning Lexa is waking up in Clarke’s dorm room.

Part 3 of you drive me crazy: Charcoal stains the tips of Galinda’s fingers as she brushes her hand across the paper.

i loved this actually and i appreciate the tag. i feel everyone i would have tagged has been tagged so please please if you want to do this do it and then tag me immediately thank u

First Line Tag Game

Rules: post the first line(s) from the last 10 fics you've updated or posted (or however many fics you have, if less than 10).

thanks to @mid-sweettalk and @divorcedmoonlight for tagging me, this seems fun

I only have two published fics lol so I’ll also do some of the oneshots and shorter stories in the queue for after I finish my current stories (sorry for breaking the rules?)

It was Today (and Not Tomorrow)

Glinda startled at the knock on her front door.

2. Tandem

It was Galinda who came across the spell.

-in the queue-

3-The Silliest Witch there Ever Was

It was a sweltering day in Frottica which meant it was the perfect day to test out the new upgrades on the pool.

4-[Castle]

A crash followed by the loudest screech ever shook Elphaba from her spell work.

5-[If She’ll Stay]

“I see the way you look at her,” Galinda said, “and I’ve been thinking… Fiyero, you should have her if that will make her stay.”

6-[Dynamics]

The day started off as a normal one by Shiz standards but the air started buzzing around breakfast and Galinda, always perceptible to those sort of things, teetered onto her balcony to see if she could figure out what was going on.

7-[Graduation]

It was easy for Glinda to pretend she was not afraid of living alone in the Emerald City.

8-Hoi Polloi

Elphaba had not been the same since their little trip to the Emerald City.

Anything in brackets is a working title lol

Well, I guess I really like writing from Galinda’s pov which is not what I expected when I started writing wicked fanfiction. I thought I’d be more of an Elphie pov girl.

I don't have many people to tag 🫣 I'm patiently waiting for my last day of work in a month bc then I'll have more time to interact with people and read more stories. If you see this and want to do this, please do! But I'll tag @halcyon-hyacinth since I think of a line in "the love bug" almost every time I write Glinda saying Elphaba's full name

edit to tag @wickedisback bc I just put the ao3 username and tumblr username together lol

[amatres]

🌺 Layla loves receiving homemade gifts, but on the flip side expensive gifts make her nervous.

oh, interesting! layla is the sort of person who will appreciate any gift, no matter the cost, as long as the intent behind it was genuine. what doesn't matter so much is it's price or monetary value, but simply the person who gifted it to her did so because they cared for her. how she approaches being given one fully depends on the gift giver's demeanor!

if she thinks they did it just to buy her, she'd be much more flippant with it than say, someone did it because they were trying to give her a fun gift to make her laugh (how she at first interpreted daeran's gifts F) or because they're trying to make a romantic gesture of some kind and will go according to the situation

that was very long winded explanation Lmao. all that said however i am going to give this a 6/10, i won't lie and say expensive gifts dont get assumed to be more joke gifts (sorry daeran...) or someone trying to buy her off for one reason or another. the later definitely make it much harder for someone to approach her and continue to have a relationship with her after that point, as she'll get uncomfortable and perhaps even scared depending on the situation

either way, it's definitely not the best way of getting her attention if your intention is you're trying to court her lol

[amicus-siderum]

You know what's not nice?

The education system.

[snekdood]

so i posted one of my characters i really thought other queer ppl would really enjoy and theres not even a single like on the image.

so, im just gonna say this rn- dont come at me talking about representation ever. the fuck. again. bc yall dont even like the characters i make that are literally everything you would like if it was literally anyone else that posted it, but bc it was me now yall are gonna try to find a reason to have a problem with it. fuck yourself into oblivion and reach enlightenment.

[luvcaleb]

GOOD GIRL.

nsfw (18+). includes pseudocest/incest, corruption kink, some dubious consent, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingulus, blowjob, protected sex and unprotected sex, porn ahh plot, caleb is part-time yearner full-time freak i fear, mc might not be a brotherfucker but caleb is definitely a sisterfucker thus this fic was born lmao, i am almost ashamed of the filth i created. fic is set in their student days. likes and reblogs will be very appreciated !!

perverted big brother!caleb who's probably more touchy with you than what is considered appropriate between “family.” his arm that's perpetually wrapped around your waist; his fingers sliding up your bare thigh when he tells you, “don't you think your skirt is too short? go change.”; his hand just an inch shy of squeezing your chest during nights you cuddle to sleep because you're too scared to sleep alone.

perverted big brother!caleb who you catch watching porn, his door cracked open just enough for you to hear his deep grunts and the slick noises his fleshlight makes when he pulls it down his huge cock. the girl on his laptop is loud and whiny, wailing as she's nailed to the mattress — “gege, gege, no more, i can't” — and when caleb cums, you swear he says your name.

perverted big brother!caleb who comes home earlier than he told you he would and sees you at the living room rubbing frustrated circles on your clit, struggling to fit a finger inside your cunt because you're not wet enough. so he pulls you into his lap, tunes out your exclaims of surprise, and says he'll teach you something good.

ten minutes later, you're gushing all over his pants, stuffed with three big fingers, clawing at his biceps and telling him “no more, i can't cum anymore, gege please.” yet caleb simply shushes you, chin tucked over your shoulder to admire how you squirt on his hand. “shh, you can do it. gege's gonna make you cum again.”

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you other things that feel good as a reward when you answer the workbooks he gives you correctly. at one tutoring session, he played with your tits, licking and sucking at a bud and flicking the other. the last time, he rubbed you all over as he fucked his cock between your thighs, wet and sloppy with lube.

today, he pulls your legs apart, grabs the back of your knees, and puts his mouth to work. he makes out with your clit, licking under the hood, lightly grazes your skin with his teeth; you cream around his tongue when he shoves it inside your cunt. he sounds absolutely depraved, moaning as he drinks up the nectar from your sweet pussy, grinding his hard cock to the sheets.

it's then that he learns he loves eating you out. the next day, he makes you sit on his face, his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue laps away at your slick, fucking up his dick into his fist.

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you how to suck cock under your silly pretense of “practicing for your future boyfriend.” he guides his dick into your mouth, gentle in spite of his thinly veiled anger and jealousy, and he teases you for having difficulty swallowing him in because your mouth is too small when in reality he's the one who's too damn big. he gives you filthy praise when you do something right, caressing your cheek as he groans his approval. “shit, it feels good when you suck the tip, mn... you better not have learned that from anyone else, pipsqueak.”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes away your virginity before anyone else can. he doesn't bring it up first — he makes you want it. sure, he stuffs your cunt with his fingers, licks all the sensitive spots on your body. he rubs his cock over your pussy and lets you give him a blowjob. but he never puts it in. so when you beg him — “gege, just the tip, please” — he doesn't make an effort to resist your request.

he lays you down on his bed, just like he's dreamed for so many years, and tears open a condom he prepared in advance. he pushes the head inside, and the tight heat of your pussy almost makes him cum on the spot. it's better than he ever imagined; so much better than his cold, pathetic fleshlight that he imagines was you. he thrusts in a slow, careful pace, watching you squirm over a single inch of his cock, and he bites back a grin as he fucks a few more centimeters every other thrust.

eventually, it reaches a point you feel utterly full, far more cored open than the first moment he slid inside you. “g-ge, that's more than just the tip...” you whine, pressing down on the slight bulge peeking out of your stomach. he merely smiles playfully before slamming home, the entire length of his cock fucking into your pussy in one, smooth thrust. “yeah. feels good, doesn't it?”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes every opportunity gran isn't home to have sex with his cute sister. not that he doesn't fuck you when she's home; it just means that neither of you has to sneak into the other's bedroom late at night, and you don't have to hide your voice anymore. now, he has you laid over the edge of the dining table, pulling your hips back onto his cock. he's always thought this table was the perfect height for him to fuck your pussy while he's standing. “you like this, pips?” he pants, enjoying the garbled moans that spill from your lips. “you like being your gege's fleshlight?”

at that, something clear sprays out of your cunt, soaking his abs wet. he chuckles darkly, thumb swiping over your clit to make you squirt more, making a bigger mess that pools at the floor beneath you. “you like being my fleshlight that much, huh? then i'll use your pussy as much as i want.”

perverted big brother!caleb who has lots of friends but he always declines their offers to hang out because he'd rather be with you. you know this because he seemingly always gets a call whenever you're in the middle of things. of course, the fucker answers the call in speaker, and you have to take extra care not letting your voice out because he's still pounding away at your pussy. “hm? gideon? sorry, i'm kind of busy. my sister needed help with something. want to say hi?”

you glare at him, but he only sets his phone beside your head, smirking in mischief. “h-hey, gideon, it's been a while. what? no, i'm totally f— ah— fine! just feeling a bit unwell, haha... hn... y-yeah, gege is taking care of me— ah...!”

once you let a moan slip, he immediately ends the call, smothering your lips with a kiss. “c'mon, princess, you couldn't hold it in? i'm the only who can hear you like this... mmph... stick out your tongue more...”

perverted big brother!caleb who gets jealous easily. when a boy gets too flirty with you, he gives them a withering glare. sometimes, you play along with the flirting just to see him get angry. later that day, the trip home would be silent, but the moment you're inside your house, he has you pinned on the door, his lips latching on your neck to suck a dark red hickey marking his territory. you don't get to move away from that spot for a long, long time — first, he wraps your legs around his waist as he thrusts inside you, then he fucks you from behind, your face pressing against the door and his hand around your mouth so you don't get too noisy. the sound of his hips slamming against your ass is almost deafening, and he takes a mental note to clean up the mess you squirted on the floor when you're done.

once he used up all the condoms he has on him, he doesn't bother bringing you to his room to get more. he fucks you raw, and now you feel every angry vein on his bare cock, sliding against your sweet spots. “should've done this from the start, fuck... your sweet pussy feels so much better... you like this better too, right? i bet you pulled that shit earlier because you wanted me to be rough with you.” he manages to pull out when he feels his release approaching, his cum spraying all over your torso as he kisses you, but you almost wish he hadn't.

perverted big brother!caleb who realizes late he's turned you into a cockslut. you visit his room more often, and even started taking birth control so he could cum inside. it's not like he'll ever turn you away, but tonight, he's feeling especially playful. “hm... i'm tired today, so i'm not feeling up to it right now. but it's fine if you're the one moving this time.”

this results in him leisurely laying on his bed, arms behind his head. he takes great pleasure in seeing you grind your bare pussy on his hardening cock, slathering your juices to make it wet. once you found it sufficiently lubed, you raised your hips, gripping the base of his dick to slowly drop on it. you've made it this far, but you're still quite shy — you take a long time pushing half of it inside you, so he decides to give you a little help and thrusts his hips upward. you gasp when all of it is slammed into you, leaning back and resting your hands on his thighs, your body in an enticing arch that presents your bouncing tits. “ah, gege, wait, that's too sudden—”

he rubs your engorged clit as you roll your hips on top of him, dropping your hips and getting back up to reach that deep spot inside. you're drooling, eyes almost rolled back, and it takes all his patience not to push you down and fuck you stupid. “what a great view. tell me, when did you become such a whore, pips? where did you learn how to do this?” he massages your tits, pulling at the nubs. “you said you liked being my fleshlight, but at this point, you're just using me to masturbate. do you like that? do you like using gege's cock as your personal dildo?”

“hng— ah— no...!”

“there's no need to be shy. c'mon, say it. you love gege's cock.”

“i... ahh...” you lose strength in your arms, collapsing in a heap over his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, patting your head soothingly. “gege... i love gege... i love you so much, gege... mn, haa...!”

the world comes to a stop. his brain takes a while to process your words, but you don't let him stay too long in his thoughts. you're still humping against him, whining desperately for him to move because you've gotten tired. for a moment, he even considers the possibility he was just hearing things. but there's no hiding the quick, racing heartbeat he feels pressed against his chest, matching his very own.

you love gege.

he moves his hand to cup your cheek, meeting your dazed eyes. they gain clarity when he softly kisses your forehead, an innocent peck that starkly contrasts everything you've been doing. “gege loves you too,” he utters gently, making sure you hear it loud and clear. “gege loves you the most in the world.”

[erinwantstowrite]

Halloween AU!!!

hey so. i put SOOOOO much effort into this au and for what? at least it ended up looking cool? anyways Halloween is my favorite holiday and i just HAD to make something for them!

i had a LOT of ideas for what everyone would be, but i really wanted to stick to a certain theme cause it's based around Halloween. i knew i had to have a vampire, werewolf, and a witch. cause like... obviously. iconic Halloween stuff!! but i took some liberties with everyone else and i think they turned out pretty cool!!

Jason was originally a fox shifter (which i still love and might draw art for some day) but i went with a bear in the end. is that because i thought about tiny bear cub Jaybin and wanted to cry? yeah. yeah it is. i KNEW Steph was going to be my werewolf though i started doubting myself when i went to draw her. turned out to be my favorite drawing on here which makes sense cause she is my light my love my daughter my will to live and all that jazz

Tim was actually gonna be a harpy but thank god i didn't go for that in the end. Duke was the one that was a bitch and a half trying to figure out BUT!! comments on the post asking what y'all thought led me towards Psychic so THANK YOUUUU everybody that commented!! (specifically those who thought of ghost!! Duke and Tim ended up being a perfect duo in this au)

Babs was pretty easy to figure out what I wanted for her. I read somewhere that they are seen as protectors of forests/ are considered spiritual authority figures and also.... she looks cool as fuck. Did not expect how easy it was to find a ref for a deer in a wheelchair though? I can never find the right hand or face angle reference but that was super easy???

For Bruce there was literally no question he HAD to be human. it's literally so funny that everyone who knows Batman thinks he's a spooky vampire but he's human. his first son, however?????? THAT'S the vampire. I knew Dick had to be a vampire too. A little nod towards that one comic run but in my au nothing bad happens ever 🥰 Damian also being a bat shifter is very on purpose because how funny is it that he's a bat man. Literally not a single person in the League thinks that Bruce is telling the truth about being human. Bruce you are NOT beating the secretly a vampire allegations.

adding in Jay's hilarious joke it's so fucking funny:

Alfred is actually a demon. I CAN NOT remember who made this post so if someone can help me find it, it would be appreciated!! because this was inspired by them!!! but somewhere i saw someone talk about Alfred being a demon that Thomas and Martha made a deal with (i think it was for an au idea?) and I just HAD to put it here. Alfred looks so human and everyone expects it, but he's definitely not. I put the ??? because it's so fucking funny. see if you can spot the 1 hint i put on his drawing that something is amiss!!

Peter is from an alternate dimension still, but it is not a world of creatures like him, it's just the same as LoF canon except Peter grew some extra limbs and eyes. He finds that it's actually pretty easy to fit in with the Waynes. Hard to feel like a freak when a guy can turn into a fucking bear, or your dad is a vampire, and the teenagers in the family are trying to summon ghosts or make potions.

additional doodles for this au:

i am still debating whether i am going to draw something for this au or write a oneshot, but i DO want to do something with these for Halloween

[inkandapex]

you are so kindness

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando and his girlfriend, Y/N, spend time unboxing and reading heartfelt gifts and letters from his fans.

Words: 1.05k

Warnings: none

Lando sat in front of the camera, comfortably settled in what appeared to be his apartment. Beside him, several bags overflowed with letters and gifts—tokens of appreciation from fans collected throughout race weekends.

"Right, so—" He clapped his hands together, ruffling his curls absentmindedly as he figured out how to begin.

"A while back, I filmed a video reading a compilation of really sweet messages from young fans. My team and I saw how much it meant to them, so we wanted to do something similar. This time, as a way of showing appreciation for all the effort you guys put into making these gifts, we've gathered a bunch of them here, and we’ll be going through them together." He gestured at the bags surrounding him, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

As he took in the sheer amount of mail, Lando let out a small chuckle. "I doubt I’ll get through all of these by myself, so I’ve brought in some help—my lovely assistant for today." He grinned at someone off-camera before patting the spot beside him.

Y/N walked into frame, settling down next to him with an easy smile. She glanced at him before turning to the camera. "Hey guys, I’m Lando’s assistant for the day."

"My beautiful assistant here actually helped collect these gifts—whether from fans at the track or people we ran into on the streets."

Y/N nodded, looking around at the colourful packages. "I’m really excited. I’ve already seen some of these, and they’re really cool. You guys are so talented."

"Alright, let’s get started." Lando reached into the nearest bag, pulling out a handful of letters. As he read through them, he skipped over certain parts, but the way his face softened showed how much the words meant to him.

Meanwhile, Y/N unwrapped a small package, revealing a set of handmade beaded bracelets in papaya colors, complete with Lando’s initials and a tiny version of his race helmet.

"Lan, look!" She held them up, making him pause mid-sentence. Turning to the camera, she showed off the bracelets with a grin.

"Those are sick," Lando said, taking one and slipping it onto his wrist before grabbing the other and gently putting it on Y/N. "We actually love these—we’ve got a whole box of them somewhere in the apartment."

"I'm pretty sure I have one that says 'Smooth Operator,'" Y/N laughed. "Not sure if the fan meant to give it to me or if they wanted you to pass it on to Carlos, but either way, we kept it!"

Lando chuckled, shaking his head. "Carlos is gonna love that."

And with that, they continued sifting through the gifts, their easy banter filling the room as they shared moments of appreciation for the fans who had taken the time to send them something special.

Lando picked up a letter, his smile widening as he began to read aloud.

"Dear Lando... My dad told me I could be just like you one day. I also want to drive really fast cars. P.S. I think your hair is really nice. P.P.S. Can Y/N and I be friends too?"

He let out a chuckle, glancing over at Y/N before handing her the letter.

Y/N skimmed through it, her expression softening. "Of course we can be friends!" she said brightly, looking into the camera with a warm smile.

They continued opening gifts, appreciating each thoughtful item. But when Y/N pulled out a beautifully crocheted tote bag—designed with Lando’s helmet pattern—she let out an audible gasp, holding it up for the camera.

Lando chuckled, immediately recognizing the look in her eyes. "You want it, huh?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, giving him a hopeful glance.

His features softened. "I don’t think they’ll mind if you have it, my love," he said with a fond smile before turning back to his own box.

Y/N peeked inside the bag, pulling out the accompanying letter. As she read it, a soft laugh escaped her lips, catching Lando’s attention.

"What?" he asked, pausing mid-unwrapping.

"It’s for me," she said, biting back a grin.

"The tote?"

"Yeah, they made it for me," she confirmed, handing him the letter as proof.

Lando scanned the note before shaking his head with a smirk. "Guess I should’ve known."

Y/N beamed, hugging the bag close. "I love it even more now."

"Look at this," Lando grinned, holding up a sheet of fan-made Sonny Angel stickers—tiny, cherubic versions of himself, Oscar, and Carlos.

"Ah!" Y/N gasped, immediately reaching for her phone. She flipped it over to show the camera her phone case, which had the same Lando Sonny Angel sticker stuck to the back. "The fan from Australia gave me some when I saw her!"

Lando’s expression softened as he looked at her. "Glad you’re repping the right person," he teased. "Bet you don’t have this, though." With a triumphant smirk, he pulled out a Miffy plushie—dressed in a tiny replica of his racing suit, complete with a mini helmet in its hands.

Y/N let out a loud gasp, covering her mouth. "That’s adorable!"

Lando turned to the camera knowingly. "She’s gonna ask me for it—"

"This one's mine too, actually," Y/N cut in before he could finish.

Lando blinked, looking over to see her holding a letter she had just fished out from the box. He leaned over to peek at it before shaking his head with a dramatic sigh.

"Why do I have a feeling half of these are actually meant for you now?" he pouted, reluctantly handing over the plushie.

Y/N took it eagerly, a wide smile spreading across her face as she admired it. "What can I say?" she grinned, squeezing the tiny Miffy. "They love me."

ando squinted dramatically at the camera. "And here I was thinking I was your favorite because of my kindness."

Y/N smirked, immediately catching onto the reference. "You are so kindness, Lando. We love your kindness," she teased, perfectly mimicking Oscar from their last video.

Lando burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Thank you, my love. I try," he said, voice laced with faux humility. Then, with a soft chuckle, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Y/N beamed, playfully nudging him. "You’re so humble too."

"Truly the full package," Lando sighed, before reaching for another gift, still grinning.