#i’ve sketched it with coloured pencils can you believe it guys

[ilaneya]

no thoughts head empty just silly and young russingon sketch

[the-slasher-files]

Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕  

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall  

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR      

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately  

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him  

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

[yannowhatigiveup]

My One And Only - Ch 4

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E chapter 4 is here. This one is longer than the previous chapter I think anyway enjoy this chapter!

Then Nino whispered to Alya "Do you think she likes Luka again?"

"I..don't know, but I'm gonna find out one way or another"

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The trip went smoothly. Surprisingly, Lila hadn't done anything at all. Maybe she admitted to what she had done. Her loyal 'minions' had avoided her slightly today but Marinette knew they would come crawling back to Lila tomorrow, as if this never happened. Though, Marinette was grateful to have Alya, Nino and Adrien by her side. And Marinette was also surprised at how Chloe came to her defense, kinda. When the bluenette was getting her bag from her locker, she overheard Chloe confronting Lila.

"You were the cause of Marinette's late appearance weren't you? Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous! The only one allowed to mess with Dupain-Chen's is me, got that?" The blonde said. "If I ever find you bullying her in anyway I'll have you expelled!"

Marinette was thankful that Chloe had come in her defense, in her own way. Marinette was about to catch up to her friends, who were getting closer to the exit, when she felt a vibration from her phone in her pocket. She took her phone and saw a message from 'Uncle Jagged'. She opened it and read it.

Uncle Jagged: Hey Nettie! Sorry about the late notice but I've been called for an interview. We'll need to reschedule

Marinette began typing

Marinette: It's no problem Uncle Jagged! I'll be free for more less the rest of the week

Uncle Jagged: Yeah I'm free tomoz, you can drop by then

Marinette: Kk

Marinette but her phone away. 'I can spend more time with Damian' she thought with a smile on her face.

"Hey Marinette! You free later?" The voice of her best friend echoed in the near empty school. "We were planning on going to Adrien's later, his father finally allowed us to come over!"

"I'm afraid I can't" Marinette said, feeling a bit guilty. "I'm busy, actually-" she glanced at her phone for the time "I gotta go! See you guys later maybe!" Marinette then ran out the building.

"Oh that's...fine" Alya said while her best friend ran by. "I wonder what's so important that she passed up going to Adrien's"

"You guys sure you don't wanna join me in the car?" Adrien asked.

"It's fine dude! Alya and I can walk"

"If you say so" Adrien answered, unconvinced. As he got into the car, he used this silence so that he could here his own thought clearly. 'I...I think I like Marinette, no I'll admit it. I know I like Marinette but does she like me back?'

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Alya and Nino were walking down the street together, hand in hand, before Nino started a conversation. "Do you think Marinette has stopped crushing on Adrien?"

Alya shook her head vigorously "There's no way! She has nearly every photo of him in existence and she memorized the boy's schedule boy heart don't forget!"

"But then how do you explain how she was acting earlier?" Nino stated, firmly believing his own theory. "She didn't trip on her words at all! Even when she was tired she would always stammer while talking to him"

Alya then thought about what her boyfriend was saying. "You're right! And to think Adrien just started showing signs of liking her". Alya sighed in sympathy for the blonde boy. "Do you think she likes Luka again?"

"Who else could it be?" Nino asked but didn't wait for his (rhetorical) question to be answered as they reached the gate to Adrien's house.

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Marinette rushed home to change and to drop her designs in her room. She's gotten a lot better at designing and making her designs, so much better that everything she would where would be her original designs and she was proud of it. She quickly got changed into a light cream top with long sleeves, the cream top was so light in colour that it could basically be passed off as white. She also had a pair of jet-black leggings to match. "What do you think Tikki?"

"You look great Marinette!" The kwami yawned.

Happy with her outfit, she grabbed her sketched book, put it in her bag, grabbed her shoes and ran downstairs. "I'm going to a friend's place, I'll probably be back in the evening. Bye Maman! Papa!"

"Bye Marinette!" Sabine shouted, luckily Marinette's parents were too busy working on a cake to notice how Marinette was dressed purposefully to impress. Marinette also noticed how Tikki looked tired so she tried not to run so the little kwami could get some sleep.

She soon arrived at Le Grand Paris. She felt very out of place as the doors opened for her but she walked without fear to the reception. 'Here we go'.

"Yes Miss, how may I help you?" The female receptionist asked.

"Hi, um I'm here to go to Mr Damian's room"

The receptionist nodded "Alright just give me one minute" she seemed to brace herself to call the room's phone which Marinette didn't understand. True Damian isn't that great with expressing his emotions but he wasn't that bad. Well, not to her at least. She blushed slightly at this realisation "Sir? There's someone here to see you"

"Ask for their name" a voice from the telephone said.

"Excuse me miss what's your name?"

"Marinette" the bluenette said.

"She says her name is Marinette, sir" the receptionist said with a slightly shaky voice.

"She may come in" the voice from the telephone rang.

The receptionist put the phone down and told Marinette the floor and room number. Though she already knew the room number, she didn't know what floor he was on so the information was useful. Marinette then walked to the lift and pressed the button that would lead her to the floor Damian was on. When she reached the door she had to breathe in a little before knocking on it. Surprisingly it opened right away, by Damian of course.

"Hi again, Damian" Marinette said switching to English. When she opened her eyes she saw that Damian was examining her. 'Did I put something on that didn't match? No it can't that' Marinette then blushed a little. Though she didn't even know the guy for a full day, her crush for him had blossomed, tremendously.

Damian glanced at Marinette's outfit, it complimented her personality and physique perfectly. He then realised he might had been staring for some time now and shook his head to snap out of the trance. "Yes, hello again. Please, come in" and he opened the doors for her. Damian watched as she looked around the suite, examining her surroundings, while Damian went back to examining, well, Marinette.

"Wow, You got one of the big suites" Marinette said, her eyes outshining anything bright in the room.

"Yeah" Damian mumbled and he could tell that the girl seemed pretty self conscious about her outfit. 'Because of me staring no doubt'. So to cheer her up, he said "You look lovely by the way"

The girl's face turned into a bright red. "You really think so?"

Damian nodded. "That hair clip suits you. If you're top was pure white, I would've been convinced that you were an angel, not that you aren't one already" Damian thought of something. "Actually, Angel is not a bad nickname for you. Is it ok if I refer to you as that from now on?"

Marinette was consumed by happiness. "Thanks for complimenting my outfit at being able to pick out all the little details" On her face was now a look of pure love and joy. "And since you'll be calling me 'Angel', I think it's only fair if I call you 'Shaytan' from now on" This made Damian laugh.

"Courtesy of my brothers no doubt" Earlier, Damian had told her that his brothers usually called him 'Demon Spawn' and she laughed, not seeing why they call him that. He knew that Marinette was aware of his 'ice-cold' personality but she never judged him for it. "And is it ok if we watch this Jagged Stone interview? My brothers and I are quite big fans, Tim and Jason are even bigger fans for MDC. Full out fanboys"

Marinette giggled, "Sure I don't mind! I'm a fan of Jagged Stone too". Damian then went to turn the TV on while Marinette wen to out her bag somewhere, but she kept her phone with her. She then sat next to Damian on the sofa, leaving about a pencil's width between them. Damian was fine with this, actually, he would be fine if Marinette full on hugged him with sitting there. He didn't mind.

Then, Nadja Chamack's voice echoed in the more or less quiet hotel room. "So Jagged Stone, many of the viewers, myself included, Have been all wondering the same question: Who is this MDC?"

Jagged Stone chuckled. "Well I'm not going to reveal her name yet but I can tell you, she is honorary my niece."

"Interesting, very interesting" Nadja said. "Is it possible if we could have an interview with her?"

"If she's willing to pick up her phone then sure" Jagged chuckled again while reaching for his phone and dialing a number.

Then Marinette's phone rang. Damian did get a bit suspicious at first but didn't want to invade her privacy. That was until Marinette's voice echoed through the TV's speakers.

"Hi Uncle Jagged!"

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Taglist: @little-bluestar,@miracleofadisaster

[nightshade-minho]

-Blue Book- (2)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: the boys are kind of assholes in this, as most immature high school boys are. mentions of alcohol.

The next day, Chan combed through the hallways of the school, but every time he caught a glimpse of you, you'd disappear in a second.

As the school day came to a close, Chan winced as he felt someone slap his back- he turned around to see Jisung grinning widely at him, throwing his arm around his shoulder.

"How's the little quest going?"

Chan shrugged his arm off, gritting his teeth. "Just perfect." He sighed, exhausted after the day he'd had. He couldn't be bothered to do any more searching. All he wanted to do was go home and take a nice bath, maybe watch some TV and fall asleep on the couch.

"I think I'll just go home."

"Um...you sure about that?" Jisung raised an eyebrow, as he stared past Chan.

"What are you looking a-" Chan frowned, turning and following Jisung's gaze.

What he saw made his blood boil. Miyoung was standing against her locker, pressed against it by none other than Lee fucking Minho himself. He leaned over her, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle loudly.

Chan clenched his fists as Minho looked up, staring right at him. He gave him a smirk, turning back to wink at Miyoung before making his way over to the two boys.

"I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Hey, we had a deal, didn't we? Let's see the book."

"Wow. You're so mature."

Jisung rolled his eyes. "Please don't start fighting here, I don't want to be caught in between this...this battle of the alphas." His eyes widened as he saw Seungmin, Felix and Jeongin across the hall, beckoning them over quickly. "Thank God, sane people."

As the three made their way over, Chan tried to quell the jealousy rising in him. He knew Minho had zero interest in Miyoung. It enraged him, knowing he was only doing this to irritate him.

"So, hyung? Did you ask the nerd out, yet?"

"Not yet." He said, sighing. He was so done with all of this.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you as you quickly walked to the exit.

"Fuck- guys, I'll be back."

Minho followed his gaze to you, chuckling. "Ah, wonderful. Go get her, tiger." He mocked.

"Tell us how it goes, okay, Chan?" Changbin spoke up, appearing out of nowhere along with Hyunjin. "Remember, Felix's basement at 8."

"Yeah, yeah." Chan pushed the boys aside as he made his way over to you quickly, walking as fast as he possibly could.

"Hey! Y/n!"

You stopped in your tracks as you heard his voice, slowly turning around.

"Oh...it's you..."

"Yeah it's me...listen, I was wondering if I could ask you something-"

"Umm..." you bounced from one foot to another. "I'm kind of in a hurry right now."

"Oh-"

"But it's fine! You can ask, just make it quick." You bit your lip.

"Um, well...I was wondering if you're free...maybe we could hang out?" He asked, faking slight nervousness.

Your cheeks heated up as your brain processed what he was saying. You couldn't believe this was happening. Looking past him, you noticed his group of friends, some of them not-so-subtly watching the two of you, others looking like they didn't give a single fuck.

"I...your friends look like they're waiting for you."

"My- what?" He turned around a little, sending a sharp frown their way. Turning back to you, he smiled. "It's okay, they're okay."

"Well...I was actually going to the park again, to sketch. The sun will set soon...Which is kind of why I was in a hurry." You said shyly.

Chan tilted his head, smiling. "Hm, mind if I tag along?"

"Uh yeah sure, okay..." you smiled as he grinned.

"Lead the way."

***

You sat on the same bench as yesterday, using colour pencils you had tucked into your saddlebag to recreate the beautiful sunset in front of you on paper.

The sky looked like a bruised mango, all oranges and pinks. It was really pretty. Chan watched in silence as you drew, occasionally looking up to observe the scene in front of you.

"I don't think I've ever sat down somewhere and watched the sun set." He mused, staring at your side profile.

"Well, there's a first time for everything..." you said softly, looking up briefly at him.

"Yeah...I agree." He said, leaning back against the back of the bench. "How long have you been drawing?" It was really hard pretending to be interested in you, but Chan reminded himself that it wasn't that painful of a task, especially if Miyoung was the reward.

"Ever since I was a little girl." You said, smiling as the lead of your pencil scratched against paper. "I consider it very therapeutic. I draw because...it captures a moment forever. You know, people blaze through life too quickly. They don't usually realize how precious something is until it's gone..."

Chan slowly tuned you out as a vision filled his brain. Him and Miyoung, having their first dance as prom king and prom queen...A stupid, lovesick smile adorned his face as he thought about how pretty she would look, how soft her waist would feel under his hand. Maybe if he was lucky enough, the night would end with her under him...

"...Anyway, that's how I feel. What do you think?"

Chan snapped back to attention, eyes fixed on you as you faced your paper.

"Um, yeah. I agree with everything you said." He nodded, trying to sound convincing. You looked up at him and gave him an incredibly sweet smile, catching him off guard for a second.

"That's nice to know. People...people don't usually agree with me. I mean, they barely listen in the first place. I guess I'm just not interesting enough." You shrugged.

Chan sighed, shifting a little closer hesitantly. God, he truly had no idea how to respond to something like that. So he said what he thought you would like to hear.

"You're very interesting, Y/n, and...I really like you. Don't say stuff like that about yourself. People are just too stupid to realize what they're missing." He said gently, his finger under your chin as he made you look up at him.

You felt your cheeks burn as you avoided eye contact, his words melting you. No one had ever said anything so kind to you.

"Look at me, princess." You obeyed him slowly, eyes travelling to his.

"You have such pretty eyes..." Not as pretty as Miyoung's, but they were alright.

You let out a soft giggle as you looked up at him. "Chan..."

"Yeah...?"

"Thank you." You said softly.

"For what?"

"Um...for being here, I guess. When you could be with anyone else, anywhere else." You said, sniffing a little. "Thanks for being the first person to show interest in me since I got here." You said, a slight edge of vulnerability to your otherwise even tone.

He almost felt bad.

***

"She's wrapped around my finger. Told you guys I could do it."

"Then where's the book?" Minho asked, an amused curl to his lips as he sipped on his beer.

"Well..I don't have it yet. But I will, soon. If she's already so whipped in a day, I'm sure she'll trust me enough in a few more."

Seungmin leaned back, setting down his book for a second. "What exactly makes you think she's so whipped for you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chan rolled his eyes. "It's quite obvious." He sat up a little straighter as he continued talking, regaling them with the events of that afternoon. As Chan finished speaking, Felix spoke up.

"This is cruel." He pointed out.

"You're such a softie." Hyunjin muttered, snatching his can from Jeongin.

"It's called having a heart. Something which, apparently, none of you have."

"Look, if you hate us so much, no one's really forcing you to stay. Besides, if you care so much about her, maybe you should have spoken up before." Minho snapped.

"I actually kind of get where Felix is coming from..." Jeongin said softly.

The sounds of bickering quickly erupted as Chan tuned them out again, a skill which he seemed to be perfecting that day.

He thought about the sincerity in your eyes when you talked about...whatever you had been talking about. The slightest pang of an unfamiliar emotion struck his heart and he frowned, pushing it away.

He just had to stick through this for another few days, and then Miyoung would be all his.

He couldn't wait.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

PART ONE

LOVE OR HATE?

WARNINGS: mild swearing, slight violence

WORD COUNT:2242

When Katie's younger sister comes on the field trip with her, they meet Officer Jake Riley. Instantly there's some kind of hatred forming between her and Jake, but, when both of their worlds go spiralling, they both have to question if it was really hate or a disguised love?

Y/n and Katie had always been extremely close - especially for sisters with a five year age gap. They both lived together - y/n worked as an artist and Katie was a teacher at the local elementary school. That's what landed y/n here, in a hospital waiting room while the whole building was in a 48 hour lockdown. Great. Katie has persuaded y/n to come on a field trip to the hospital with her and the kids, and now she was sat in a chair, playing with the rings on her right hand, bored out of her mind. It had been 20 minutes. She was already bored. This was going to be fun.

Suddenly, Katie rushes up to her, clearly in a flat panic. "Y/n, I've lost Quentin! And his friend, Thomas. I don't know what to do! I can't believe I wasn't looking out for them more, I-" y/n cut her off, "hey, Kates, it'll all be fine, I'll go find the boys. You stay here and keep an eye on everyone else. I won't be long." Y/n stood up and walked out the room.

She eventually made it to the basement floor, walking through a dingy, tiled corridor. "Hey! Put your hands where I can see 'em! Stay 4-6 feet away." She heard a strong, male voice boom behind her. She rolled her eyes and put her hands up, slowly turning around. "Is this really necessary?" She sassed, noticing the gun pointing straight at her heart. The man holding it was handsome, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a bit of scruff and was clearly very muscular. "You can't be down here, miss." He continued, holding a dominant tone. She rolled her eyes again - god, cops always assumed anyone they spoke to was some kind of assassin or mass-murderer. "You can drop the gun, cop-boy. I'm just looking for my nephew and his friend. I'm no national threat or anything." He lowered the gun slightly and continued, "1) I decide when it's appropriate to drop the gun, 2) don't insult a cop, or I'll have to cuff you and 3) why is your nephew and his friend in a restricted area of a hospital?" She huffed and dropped her hands to her sides as he took a few steps forward, dropping his gun to his side. "1) 4-6 feet, buddy, 2) is like to see you try and 3) well they're not anywhere else in this building and it's not like any of us are getting out any time soon, is it?" He closed the gap between them and spun y/n around, pushing her into the wall. "I will punch you if you don't let go if me." She said through gritted teeth. He leant down so he could talk into her ear. "Yeah, well I'm still the cop and you're making open threats to me. And these kids must be stupid or something. I'll find them - now is no time to let your kids off their leash." She rolled her eyes and stamped on his foot. He tightened his grip on her wrists, seemingly unphased by y/n's action. "You are in so much trouble - but I'll let it slide, just this once. One puny girl looking for some elementary school kids is the least of my problems right now." He said into her ear again. He released her wrists and took a step back. She stood away and rubbed her wrists.

"We better get going then." Y/n said, continuing marching down the corridor. The guy jogged up to her again. "Hey! There's no 'we' about this! I'm going and that's finial." Y/n spun on her heal to look at him, "look no offence, cop-boy, but I promised my sister I'd find these kids and get them back safely, I don't really care what uniform you're wearing I just want to find my nephew unharmed and healthy, got it?" She stormed off, eventually finding her way into a room where then man with the rats from before sat, two little boys in front of him. "Miss wait i-" the guy continued on until I cut him off, "Quentin! Thomas! Your mum was worried sick!" Y/n said kindly to the boys, she looked up at the guy with the rats, "I hope they weren't troubling you?" He smiled at her and waved her off, "oh no, no. They were perfectly fine." She smiled and crouched down, looking at the boys, "what do we say, boys?" She said with a smile. They both turned to the man and said thank you. Y/n stood up and looked at him, a warm expression on her face, "thank you." He smiled back, "anytime."

She stood up and turned around, ushering the boys out the door. As she went to walk through the guy grabbed her upper arm, "we are not done talking. Meet me back in that hallway in an hour." Y/n raised and eyebrow, "so what you're saying is you'd like to see me again? How flattering ." Before shoving past him, catching up to the boys.

Y/n quickly got fed up with the noise in the waiting room, so she grabbed her sketch-pad and a pencil and headed down to the corridor - hoping to find some quiet. She was 45 minutes early but she didn't really care. Once she got there she slid down the wall, moving her feet up so she could use her thighs as a rest for the lag while she drew. She started to sketch on the pad, letting the pencil take her where it wanted, her imagination going wild. She was pulled out of her trace to someone deliberately clearing their throat. She looked up to see the cop from before towering over her. "Miss-" he stopped as y/n cut in, "y/n." He continued, "miss y/n, mind if I join you?" He said sourly. "I don't really have a choice, do I?" He laughed and slouched against the opposite wall. "No."

Y/b laughed back. "So, Officer-" he cut her off this time. "Riley. Officer Jake Riley." Y/n continued, "right, cop-boy, what is it you so desperately needed to see me for again?" He tone had a slight annoyance in it. "Well, you did insult an cop. And you assaulted me." Y/n waved it off, "pfff, you barely felt it. It was light tread." He shot her a warning look. "So, y/n. Why do you think it's alright to insult a cop?" he said. She thought about it for a second before retorting, "because you're all dicks." He raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?" She nodded her head. "Huh, thanks for the information. So, would you like to tell me why me and everyone I work with are suddenly all dicks?" He seemed amused at her statement and her boldness. She sighed and finally answered, "because you don't respect people. You treat us all like sociopaths, or objects." She spat. He chuckled, "I'm beginning I get the feeling you had a bad experience with a cop?" She nodded her head again. "What happened?" He pressed on. She sighed again, debating whether she should tell him the whole story. "Fine. I was in training, fulfilling my childhood dream of helping people. I was with the Officer I trusted most that helped out at the academy. He'd offered to hive me extra training so I took it. We were out of a run when all of a sudden he shoved me into an alleyway, pinning me against the wall. I started choking as his grip got tighter. I managed out a scream and someone heard, the looked into the ally and he shot them, before proceeding to, to, um..." Jake leaned forward a bit, "What did he do, y/n?" She swallow, "he raped me." She said almost silently, but he must've heard because realisation flickered over his features. "You're Y/n Frank, aren't you?" She nodded weakly. All colour seemed to drain from his face. "That was one of my first cases. I was the one who arrested him, but by the time I got there you were already in the ambulance and my partner was the one taking the statement. I'm so sorry." He said, his voice full of pity. "I don't need your pity. Anyway, after that I couldn't stand to wear the same uniform he had, so I dropped out with only one month to go until I would have been a cop. Then I decided to peruse my dream of art." She made unenthusiastic jazz hands as if to make it sound magical.

Y/n stood up. "Are we done now? Can I go?" Jake nodded. She walked off without another word.

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Over the days y/n could see Jake and Katie growing closer, both spending their free time together. When the lockdown was extended Jake came straight to y/n, who was laying on her front on her makeshift bed, sketching. "Hey, trouble, can I speak to you for a second?" Jake said commandingly. Y/n rolled her eyes. "That want a question, was it?" He shook his head. She sighed and got up, putting her pad under the bed. "Follow me." He said sternly. He lead her down to the corridor. Once there he turned to face her, "look, I'm running low on men. Like, really low. There's seven cops with side and over 400 citizens." Y/n shrugged, not bothering to make eye-contact with him. "Then just get done more send over." He sighed. "We can't - no one in and no one out." Y/n finally looked up. "Okayyy, so what do you want me to do about it?" His expression was completely serious, it was actually kind of scary. "I want you to help me, become my deputy. You've have complete training all you need is a gun and a vest, both of which I can get for you." Y/n rolled her eyes, "look, cop-boy. I dropped out for a reason. I don't want to do it and I shouldn't have too. And what do you need cops for, exactly? It's a virus, not a war." He sighed again, "look, y/n, please. Just do one patrol and decide from there. You haven't left the building. It's awful out there - robberies, murders, gang violence. I could really use the help." Y/n thought for a moment. "Fine. One patrol. That's it." He nodded. "Okay then, when do we leave?"

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A few hours later y/n found herself sitting in the passenger seat of Jake's squad car, in a bullet-proof vest and holding a gun. God. How her life has changed in less than a week. She'd give nothing more than to be in the spare room at home - which she used as her studio - music blaring in her headphone and paintbrush in hand. Jake was right, it was a mess out here. There were dead bodies littering the streets, windows of shops and houses broken and cars left abandoned and wrecked on the roadsides. They suddenly heard the rumble of motorbikes, the noise surrounding them. "Crap." Jake muttered. Panic shot through her. "Jake, what's happening?" He cursed again. "Gang members. Meth heads. Normally the unpredictable ones." Oh god. This wasn't good. Jake pulled the car to a stop, hoping they would all ride past.

Unfortunately for them, the gang decided to attack someone. Jake barrels out the car pulling out his and and running to stand in-front of the old woman. Y/n followed closely behind, as much as she hated the idea of being a cop now, she had very strong reasons in the first place and always felt the need to protect those around her. The motorcyclists swarmed around them, creating a cloud of dust that engulfed them. The dust cleared for a second and Jake took a shot, just missing one of the 5 men. Y/n lined up her shit with one riding towards her, taking a careful shot and hitting him in the heart. His lifeless body toppled off the bike, landing with a thud on the grass. When the others noticed, they were quick to leave, clearly phased by death. "Few, that was a close one." Y/n said in relief. Jake helped the woman across the road, sending her in her way. He motioned to y/n with his hand and she jogged over to the car.

As she climbed in and out her helmet at her feet, Jake let out a strange laugh. "H-how are you so good with a gun? You haven't shot one for what - 3 years?" He looked at her, mesmerised. "I don't know. I was always good at stuff like that, darts, archery at camp, anything with a target I guess." She shrugged. "Jeez you would have made one hell of a cop." He said almost to himself, starting the engine back up.

[leovevo]

featuring: @cindyeggers​​  mentions of: @rhcdesx​​, @romanwalsh​​, @rileyyxkim​​, @marcodiangelo​​, @sureivan​

the video starts with leo arranging the camera, before flopping on the couch. leo: "konnichiwassup, guys! welcome back to my channel! today, we'll be doing a q&a with a very special guest." he waggles his eyebrows at the camera before gesturing for cindy to seat on the spot next to him, "welcome, welcome!"

cindy: literally jumps onto the couch, throwing up double peace signs, "sup y'all! i'm arizona blues of... can i say it on your channel? i don't wanna get you demonetized." she makes a jerk-off motion instead, "this is the only clue you're gonna get."

leo: nodding, leo turned to the camera with a knowing look, "she is, like me, a content creator, and if you've been on other streaming websites besides youtube, then you definitely know her. so, before we get into the main course..." he grabs the makeup kit from the coffee table in front of them, "to make this q&a a wee more interesting, i'll be putting makeup on ari and make her look even prettier while we answer your questions!"

cindy: "hell yeah bro fuck me up," she says excitedly, turning towards leo as a good little canvas. "so what kind of look are we going for today?"

leo: "something glamorous, obviously. maybe a glittery, pink look?" he rummaged through the bag, face instantly scrunching up. "the fuck is this? where do i start?"

cindy: "you're asking the wrong person, broseph. good luck," she says as she grabs a random product and tries to figure out what it's supposed to do. at least it's shiny. "anyways, while leo mua here figures this shit out, should we just get into the first question - what's the number one thing you want to do at the resort?"

leo: "i'm sure we have to start with foundation. but your skin's clear enough, and i don't want to choose the wrong shade." he pulls out a brow pencil. "okay, we can start with your eyebrows." he scooted closer to cindy, uncapping the pencil and beginning to... well, thicken cindy's brows (rather roughly). "eat. eat loads. and just bask in the sunlight 'cause i don't get much of that anymore. how about you?"

cindy: “so what you’re saying is that my brows suck,” she teases, but she sits still and lets him do his thing. “i was gonna say troll people but honestly, i’m gonna tag along with you on that. food is the answer.”

leo: once he was finished, he pulls away to examine his work. alright, they looked fine. just... a little thicker than usual. "like, we're staying in bougie-ass houses, and we get to do whatever we want. it's the life." he tosses the brow pencil back in the bag, before pulling out a random palette and some brushes. "next question! do you see a future with anyone on the sloth?"

cindy: "it's the shit," she concurs, oblivious to her new thicc brows. "uh, this sounds like it's asking me if i want to like, get married and have babies with someone. which, nah i'm good. but i'm gonna take my bromance with ivan to the grave. and i'm also gonna harass kieran forever."

leo: "the question is too ambiguous, so i'm going to worm my way around it. i'd really like to grow old with roman, kieran, and riley." he silently motions for cindy to close her eyes, before experimentally skimming a hot pink shade across her lids. it was pigmented as fuck. leo grits his teeth. "d...don't know what i'd do without them."

cindy: "god you're such a coward," she tells him, her eyes closed while he undoubtedly stains her poor eyelids for life. still blissfully unaware. "that's cute though, i can respect that... why do you sound all weird though? are you gonna cry?" she blindly reaches out and starts touching his face to check.

leo: he gingerly attempts to tone down the colour with his thumb, only smudging it and making it worse. "yea, no, there was just, uh, fallout from the palette." inwardly panicking, leo dabs on a darker shade (red) to her eyelids. oh no. ohhhh no. she looked like a cirque du soleil cast member... only with... shitty makeup. "third!" deciding not to ruin the look any further, he sets the palette down, reaching for the eyeliner. maybe he can salvage it with a classic wing. "do you believe in forgiveness?"

cindy: "what kinda philosophy shit is this," she says with a confused huff, no longer able to ignore leo's frantic smudging, "what's going on? what are you doing to my face?"

leo: "you're not allowed to look until i'm finished!" he retorted, "i'll do your eyeliner now. come on. answer the question."

cindy: "that's like the least comforting thing i've ever heard," she replies, but she lets it go because... if nothing else, it's probably good for the views, "i guess i do believe in forgiveness? like, if we're being real i've needed it sometimes so, yeah? but i also think it's fair to just snip snip, cut people out of your life so. depends. i don't fucking know, leo."

leo: this was a difficult question, but he was so focused on trying to draw a good wing that he couldn't sugarcoat his answer. despite so, his hands were trembling. he hopes cindy doesn't snip snip, cut him out of her life for fucking her face up. "i think it's important." he whispered, eyes narrowing in concentration. "i just suck at forgiving."

cindy: "i get you," she nods in agreement, realizing too late what she's done. despite all of leo's efforts, her movement sends the eyeliner out of its path and up towards her forehead, "shit i'm sorry.”

leo: at the disruption, he lets out a scream, "NOOOOOOOO!" was it ideal to throw a tantrum in front of the camera? not exactly. but he had been doing SO well! "wwwwhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

cindy: "I'M SORRY," she yells, grabbing a concealer from the kit, "can't you just like... paint this over it? it's fine, look..." without grabbing a mirror (because the rules forbid it) and with absolutely no idea what she's doing, she starts applying concealer in arbitrary areas.

leo: "no! NO!" leo shrieked, taking the concealer away because now she was getting concealer in her eyebrows, which he had worked so hard on! "no, no. sit there and relax," he insisted, "it's fine. we're fine. you're fine. let's move on." all leo had to do was to slap some lipstick on cindy's face and finish the job before it could get any messier. he grabs a random shade—all of them looked similar and started to apply it on cindy's lips. "who is the one person you would kick out from the sloth? wait, we already answered this question in your video, which i am not allowed to link down below because... well, of reasons..."

cindy: tries to answer but because leo is putting lipstick on her, it's more of a series of sounds than words. when he finishes, she purses her lips, "i think we did but... fuck it, i'd also kick out that victoria girl just to see what she'd do about it."

leo: "she'd kill you, probably. i'd still kick marco out. we're almost done with the makeup," he laughs nervously. the lipstick looked clean enough, though. thank god. "i'm gonna finish it off with some o' these," he raised up a blusher, "and, uh, i'll..." he trailed off, smearing it slowly across her cheeks. cindy looked like a straight-up clown. "last question: you are about to get into a fight, what song comes on as your soundtrack?"

cindy: "i've never felt more beautiful," she says, but only because she's the only person who has no idea what he's done to her face. "shit this is the easiest one. it's clearly gotta be that one that goes like..." she starts singing horribly off-key, "i don't give a damn about my reputation. the one from the tournament scene in shrek 1."

leo: "okay, okay, that's valid," leo laughed out, putting all of the makeup back in the kit and stowing it away. "mine would be the walmart fight song." he could feel his palms getting sweaty, "okay. uh." he slid the mirror towards cindy. "feel free to... take a peek at your look of the day."

cindy: "also a valid choice," cindy agrees as she grabs the mirror and comes face to face with her new clown self, "how did you even achieve this look? i look like shit leo." she looks at leo, then at the camera with a mix of amusement and true horror. "by the way," she adds to the camera, "we didn't tell you guys but.... i said i'd wear this for the rest of the day."

leo: relieved that cindy took her spankin' new look rather well, he visibly relaxed. "you're still smokin' hot, don't worry," he pinched her cheek, accidentally getting some blush on his fingers. "shit. well!" he looks at the camera, giving a thumbs up. "aaaaand that wraps up our q&a, thank you for humouring me—us, miss ari! anything else to add before we head off to the mall?"

cindy: "uhh, like and subscribe or whatever," she mumbles as she grabs the eyeliner and meticulously sketches out a penis on leo's cheek, "50,000 likes and leo will eat a live octopus." leo: "arigathanks for watching, everyone," he said, staying still for cindy. "check out mtv's sloth in paradise—as well as my channel—for more content!" cindy: "yeah check us out or else," she throws another round of peace signs and gets off the couch, "later dickface."

[nazamax]

All the sweetheart asks. Heh.

Are you kidding me... It took me AGES.

Talk about your first love.It was young and foolish. Full of hidden kisses, rules we’d both break, nightly sneaking out. Holding hands when we’d be alone and me teasing her whenever there were eyes on us. Quite dumb, when I think about it. It was fun while it lasted.

What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion?The most beautiful songs are those who have memories that are dear and important connected to them.

How’s your heart feeling right now?A little hurt, still, however I can feel it heal. It’s a wonderful feeling.

What kind of self care is your favorite to do?Is working out self care? Because I do enjoy that. If not... I do enjoy letting myself turn off the phone fully, cook a delicious meal and let myself game for few hours. I don’t have much time for that in my life since it’s quite busy so I find it truly relaxing.

What’s your skincare routine?I use a cleanser, moisturizer daily. Sunscreen, lip balm and hand cream if needed.

How did you get to be so beautiful?I worked hard on it, haha. Thanks.

Do you have any stuffed animals?I actually have a few still back in London, haha.

Best trip you’ve ever been on?It’s hard to choose between Japan and Nice. Those are my favourite places to be.

Favorite thing about your room?I love the roof-windows. It’s nice to wake up to the sun lighting up the room so neatly.

Opinion on love?It’s something that shouldn’t be toyed with - the phrase “I love you” can be told without actual meaning behind it - one should be more careful about it. It can hurt, it can be ugly. It takes patience and time. It’s not all about kisses and sex, beauty and smiles. It’s about seeing the ugly parts of someone you want in your life, accepting them and working on with them. Love doesn’t change you, it only pulls out the new parts of you that you weren’t sure of.

Are you affectionate?Oh, I am.

Who do you look up to?That’s a great question. In a way - I guess it’s my mother. She’s a wonderful woman who has it all in life.

Favorite poet?I don’t have one.

Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?Aaron Smith's  Dancin' & STRFKR - Golden Light.

Do you play an instrument?I can play a few chords on guitar haha.

Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?I’m not really good at it, I can make sketches with pencils though.

Do you dance? What style of dance?I remember learning to dance classical stuff like waltz and all, but really? If club-dancing is a thing, I’m good at that.

What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology?I’m capricorn. I don’t actually follow the things, never was too interested, but it’s fun to read horoscopes or see stuff that actually turns out to be true.

Favorite old film?A tough one... I love The Shining.

What’s your hairstyle?Ranging between neat medium cut to buzzcut.

What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?I love the opposites - both when it’s chilly, you can snuggle up in your favourite sweaters with your fingers wrapped around a cuppa tea as well as hot days when you can sunbathe for hours.

What upsets you most about the world?Humans. Society. We destroy Earth, we destroy each other. There are so many things that are wrong in this world that it’s hard to name them all.

Are you in love right now?I am, yes.

Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!I remember the first time I realised I actually have a crush on them. They sat across me, smiling, drinking their margarita, with a smile so bright and warm I could catch myself staring almost rudely. Whenever they’d look in my direction I couldn’t help but look away and act as if I wasn’t interested too much, laugh with someone else at our table and just nod and smile to my crush. On that evening I knew I was fucked. Not literally, of course.

Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!I don’t have any pets.

Do you have a lucky number?No, I don’t.

Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash?Yes and yes.

Do you believe emoji spells to work?What’s an emoji spell?

Do you believe in magic in general?I’m more of a science guy haha.

What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?To be able to shape your life as you want it. Life is full of possibilities and you can have all you want - you just have to put work in it. I don’t mean you can force relationships or anything that concerns other people, but reaching one’s goals? Go for it. Create yourself. Be you. That’s beautiful.

Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue?I do like both colours, actually.

What instrumental sound is your favorite?I do like the sound of guitars... But I can’t choose, sorry.

Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain?I enjoy both of these.

Who makes you happy?@cowieadam haha.

What makes you happy?To see where my life is going to. Despite all the dark times I’ve gone though, I’m happy with the outcome.

Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like?The way that it is now. I wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t want “ideal”, I don’t want “perfect”.

Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?I do wear it whenever I’m having my photos shot, but I don’t really know what kind of stuff they use - it’s always different.

Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own?No.

Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it?Yes. Usually I take it out in a boxing ring, by travelling somewhere with my camera or crying it out alone.

Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?I have a few, actually, I can’t choose one.

Introvert or extrovert?Ambivert.

Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI?I’ve never done the test but I definitely should!

Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, a or an angel?Perhaps an angel. Fairies are too small, mermaids... Good take but I’d pass, same with sirens. Vampires are cool but I love sun too much.

What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you?I really can’t remember.

Parlez-vous français?Oui, je parle français!

Most beautiful place you’ve been to?Ohhh this is so hard to choose! I did love the alps back in Italy, I loved the Tokyo metropolis, I love my home back in Russia...

Where/when do you truly feel at home?Both Volgograd and London.

Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is goreous!Yes, smiling helps!

Favorite shoe you own?My white nike sneakers. They’re a little worn out and I have more than one pair that look better than these, but I love wearing them when I travel somewhere to the nature.

Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them?I don’t.

Do you feel loved?Yes, definitely.

How do you express love to those you care about?It depends on the person and how they decide to accept my love so there’s no answer for that that could be universal.

Favorite term(s) of endearment?Котик/darling/babe.

Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?The latest thing that is stuck in my memory - a date to a museum, followed by an evening picnic by the lake and enjoying the boat ride there. I found it lovely...

When is the happiest you’ve ever been?Now.

Are you happy right now?Yes.

What makes you smile?Currently - two kids fighting over a remote ahaha.

Do you laugh a lot?I guess?

What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic?I have few in mind but... Sun tanned skin, red wine, yellow houses, sunflowers, sea, the sound of waves crashing, distant voices, a smile of a beloved one, sunglasses. Something that takes me back to Italy.

Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)?For love.

What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married?I never thought about it and perhaps it’s something I’ll leave for the future. Eventually though - perhaps if it’s the right person.

Favorite flower?Peonies. They remind me of France.

Favorite artist?Again, I can’t choose one! I’ll go with Warhol.

Favorite music artist?Picking a favourite is hard! I don’t know haha.

How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you?I think I’m kind to those that deserve it and show it back. I think it’s very important to show consideration.

Ever made a playlist for someone?I think some years ago, yeah.

Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath?Again, I do enjoy going to the gym because my mind moves forward from sadness and pushes me forward. I as well enjoy hot relaxing baths or cuddling up on a couch and my favourite cushion.

Early bird or night owl?A bird that doesn’t sleep enough, for sure.

Morning routine?Wake up, shave, wash my face, jump into sneakers and my running outfit, go for a run, come back, set water for coffee to boil, take a shower, get the breakfast.

Night routine?I don’t have anything specific for nights.

What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion?Being able to see past the differences, accepting more than they know.

Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after?I don’t cry too often, at least not anymore.

Do you like hugs?Oh, yes!

When was the last time you kissed someone?This morning.

Are you small or tall?Tall.

Do you like wholesome memes?YES!

Favorite thing about the past?I’ve learned a lot about myself and the world itself. It made me who I am.

Do you ever wonder about the future?Naturally yes.

Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in?Yes. France, Russia, Italy.

Do you like plane flights? Airports?I do, something relaxing about them.

Sunrises or sunsets?Both have their own magic.

The beach or a forest?I go to beaches more often but I enjoy the forest.

What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood?Past noon.

Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t?Yes, my job taught me that.

Favorite kind of tree?Acacia. Though it’s more of a shrub, but still.

Do you care about the health of the Earth?I try to, yes.

What did you like most about your childhood, if anything?Mom’s cooking...

Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book?I love reading. I always wanted to read Camus’ L’etranger and honestly? I loved it.

What are you most nostalgic for at the moment?For the beautiful memories I spent with the wrong person.

What’s your favorite personality trait you have?I’m determined. No matter what.

List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance.My dimples haha.

When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about?This night.

Do you worry a lot?I tend to, but I’m working on that.

The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?Oh, both. I love both of these experiences...

Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason?My ex’s cat stole it so I had to.

Favorite pastry?A hard choice between crème brûlée and medovik.

Do you like doing little acts of kindness?I do, makes others and self smile.

How’s your day/night going?It’s great, I’m a little sore but that’s nothing too bad. ;)

[brionbroadway]

(Part one)

Their apartment’s covered in stories.

And Isak hasn’t told Even this yet, but it’s the greatest thrill of his day, finding a sketch on the couch, a scene on the kitchen table. It’s like an advent calendar, each window revealing something new about Even, counting down to this next thing in their life.

Like this one that Isak picks up off the floor, two vertical panels of a boy seeing another boy. In the first panel, the boy that’s seen takes up most of the frame, surrounded by warm colours, the scenery fading into the background. In the second one, the boy is smaller than everything around him, the colours darker, the scenery disturbed with harsh lines and unfinished edges.

Holding the drawing, Isak finds Even on their bed, hunched over his sketchbook, creating something new. Upon seeing Isak, Even smiles, drops his pencil, and reaches for him instead.

Tucked under Even’s arm, Isak says, “Tell me about this one.”

“It’s about whatever you need it to be about.”

Even says that kind of thing a lot. Isak makes a point of rolling his eyes in an overdramatic fashion, which he also does a lot.

“Ok, fine,” Even says, a teasing grin on the corner of his lips. “It’s about hope, I think. You get this new experience, or you meet someone, and suddenly it doesn’t matter what other shit you have going on. That becomes your focus, and everything’s fucking great until you remember the other shit’s still there. It creeps in on you until it overpowers your hope.”

Isak taps out a rhythm on Even’s chest, just a reminder that he’s there. “That’s sad.”

“It is, but it gets happier. When these guys become a constant in each other’s life,” Even says, gesturing to his latest sketch that features the two boys holding hands. “The colours and stuff will become less intense, but you’ll still see a pop of them here and there. Like, they can still give each other these big, awesome feelings, but they can manage the normal ones together too. Fuck, does that even make sense?”

Isak nods, despite not totally getting it now. He will when he sees it, he’s sure of that, because Even’s good at what he does. “Just saying,” Isak says. “This guy doesn’t really look like me.”

Even laughs. “Is your ego so big that you need to be immortalized in my comic?”

“Well, if it’s about me, I deserve credit.”

“It’s not, really. Our story’s for us, you know? I’m just taking inspiration from it, everything you make me feel.”

“Mm. You might get more likes, though, if you make him look like me. I’ve been described as ‘so fucking hot.’”

“Really? I don’t see it.” Isak shoves his chest. “Anyway, I’ll have to consult my marketing staff on that.”

“I can’t believe you asked Vilde to help you with this.”

“She’s not so bad.” Isak raises his eyebrows. “Well, she’s good at this stuff, better than any of our other friends. Elias thinks going on Hei Briskeby will be enough to promote it.”

“I have more Instagram followers than they have subscribers.”

“Are you going to share it?” It’s a genuine question, which surprises Isak. Even can read him well enough to recognize that, so he continues, “I don’t know. I worried you might think all of this is too personal to put online.”

“Even, it was my idea.”

“Before you saw what I was actually going to do.”

“Well, I think it’s fucking awesome. Your stuff’s good because it’s honest: people will connect with it.”

Even smiles with the kind of trust they only know how give each other. “Thank you.”

“And when you make it big, you can buy us that four-slice toaster.”

“Ah, I see your true motivation now.”

Truthfully, Isak’s motivation is the smile on Even’s face now, how excited he’s been since he decided to do this, how it’s been a constant, bright spot of hope despite his fears and insecurities.

“Got me.”

[frances048]

2018 Summary Of Art by Fran48

Blank meme here for any of you guys who want to try it :) I can't believe that it's just two days till 2019..Time goes so fast XD :) Here are the previous years memes : 2012: https://fran48.deviantart.com/art/2012-Art-Summary-Fran48-343638908 2013: https://fran48.deviantart.com/art/2013-Art-Summary-Fran48-422621435 2014: https://fran48.deviantart.com/art/My-2014-Summary-Of-Art-Fran48-503896864 2015: https://fran48.deviantart.com/art/My-2015-Summary-of-art-578886586 2016: https://fran48.deviantart.com/art/Fran48-s-2016-Summary-Of-Art-6540407232017 : My 2017 Summary Of Art Now I'll summarise my art of 2018 :)   This year has been full of its ups and downs, with struggles with mental health but still some very enjoyable and funny times too :) I think I've done quite a few pieces this year however maybe not as many as I'd like as my apprenticeship kept me busy :) The resources I used this year included The resources I used this year included Ms paint, gel pens, watercolour pencils, coloured pencils, mechanical pencils, fine liner pens, pencils, coloured pens, chalk , charcoal ,crayons, camera, phone, video camera, felt tip pens, Articulate, Windows Movie Maker, Paint tool sai, and on some occasions, Pixelmator which I purchased for my new imac I bought with my earnings.. I plan to use it more next year :) I have also done a few redraws this year (insert here) to help me work on developing my own art style ;3 I have also messed around with my phone a lot this year, adding silly filters to pics and my artwork :) January

This month, I started watching K-on and Fairy Tail again and drew quite a lot of digital pics from the shows including my Bickslow pic ,Erza pic(which I digitally edited using apps on my phone) and a Mio pic I also watched the Live action Disney film Maleficent which inspired me to draw the pic included in this meme:)https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Maleficent-723817285

February

This month I continued drawing Fairy tail pics and pics in digital software but also experimented using Articulate 360 and created an interactive Junko Enoshima soundboard. I however was unable to work out how to upload it here ^^;....so made a flash recording of what it was capable of https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Junko-thingy-730187122 (you will need Flash player to view this) MarchThis month I got into quite a few different animes, namely Persona, Pandora hearts  and Durarara and drew pieces from them. I also continued to draw pics from fairy tail, particulally pics of Erza Scarlet..lol it was in this month and April that I realised I had developed an obsession with her because she's so cool , beautiful, badass but also human and relatable as a person^_^       I also started including more youtube speedpaints, including a one of Sarada Uchiha..;3...https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Sarada-speedpaint-youtube-link-below-735619409

April

This month I continued to draw art of Erza lol and Persona art but also got into My hero academia ;3 and started drawing art from it ^_^ May

This month I continued to draw art from My hero academia , Fairy tail, and Naruto but also a piece from Durarara :) . I also went to see the Avengers film (which I didn't enjoy too much for obvious reasons if you guys have seen it ..It kind of felt like a weird fanfic..though that's just my feelings on it ^^' ) and somehow ended up drawing Gamora (see meme) https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Gamora-744789878 June

I took part in Narutoweek in that month https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/gallery/66581702/Narutoweek which I really loved :) I also created Youtube videos of drawings for Sunnycon guest voice actresses Caitlin Glass (who actually saw my videos and the pic on Twitter!!!!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s85fOvde9-4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZhkjbW5uHg&feature=youtu.be and Cherumi Leigh https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr86aHtITyw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X59aytmWAoY They both loved my pics and signed them to my delight ^_^ Sunnycon itself was pretty awesome - I got to meet some of my friends again, see amazing cosplays but also cosplay as best girl...Erza ....:D <333333 (https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/gallery/66687467/Erza-Scarlet-cosplay which...in turn inspired more fanart....and memes of her over the rest of the months XDDDD...lolJulySo in July I watched through the first season of Sword art online and drew fanart...I now understand the controversy about it ^^;....I also got up to date with the 1st season of Toyko ghoul re and watched Persona 5...which I loved as much as Persona 4 but for different reasons....:D and drew fanart ;3... I also watched Miss Kobayashi's dragon maid which was so funny and thus came the fanart ;3... And then....coming back to Erza yet again...I made myself into a meme...XDDD......an Erza x cake senpai meme XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Yes I need to get a life..https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Cake-senpai-752605870

August

This month I drew a lot of traditional art including a piece of Akuro and Chanco from one of my fav youtube channels..ShiroYuki Productions https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1up9mKAfOJvbrl1vN02waQ I also started watching FMA brotherhood..which I have yet to fully completely get through....^^;..I also did a pic in honour of Stefan Karl Steffanson ..which although I knew he had sadly passed away a while ago, I didn't fully appreciate how amazing he was until then :(..Tbh I hadn't really found Lazytown appealing in my younger days and found it kind of creepy ^^;..but I have respect for that guy now :)I also kind of got obsessed with the songs from the band Fleetwood mac https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ul-cZyuYq4&list=PLCC4CD5FD7684F0A3 ..and made this piece randomly https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Fleetwood-mac-761976020

September

This month, I got into the anime Seven deadly sins and drew fanart from it. I continued to do speedpaints for Youtube and use Paint tool sai :) though I did draw some traditional pieces ;3 I also heard my brother continously play Birdhouse in your soul by They might be giants...I looked into it and saw the official vid and created this piece https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Make-a-little-birdhouse-in-your-soul-764678942 I also created my own original piece of a deer girl which I was very proud of https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Deer-girl-765391080 OctoberThis month I continued to create both traditional and digital drawings including a piece of Nico Robin in her baroque works outfit https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Miss-All-Sunday-Nico-Robin-767252161 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Me-and-my-new-Nico-Robin-pic-767253230 , Froppy from My hero academia https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Froppy-speedpainting-link-below-768574612 , Fafnir from Miss Kobayashi's dragon maid https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Fafnir-speedpainting-see-link-below-768574727 and more ;3..I also continued creating Youtube speedpaintings. I also participated in Inktober ;3..https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/gallery/67321324/Inktober-2018

November I started watching more of Fairy Tail again https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Levy-and-Gajeel-chibis-Speedpaint-drawing-772478351  and continued watching the Boruto series..:) https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Six-paths-sage-mode-naruto-youtube-link-below-771541151 I continued drawing both traditionalhttps://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Monomi-speedpainting-link-below-773973512  and digital pieces   https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Ultimate-imposter-Ryota-Mitari-It-s-alright-now-771067838 but also started doing intial recorded sketches which were recorded on my phone, then photographed/scanned in and then further recorded digitally before being uploaded to Youtube, an example of this being my Gundham Tanaka pic.. https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Gundham-Tanaka-speedpaint-link-below-774096226 December

I spent pretty much most of this month creating Christmas artwork which was scheduled to be uploaded to Youtube every day till the 24th of December :) https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Sarada-as-an-angel-link-below-776968163 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Christmas-Rukia-link-below-776968200 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Alphonse-christmas-link-below-776968150 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Delibird-776573119 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Yuri-can-you-hear-my-heartbeat-775901800 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Olaf-775901553 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Victor-speed-drawing-link-below-775901681 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Glaceon-speedpaint-link-below-775775663 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Snoopy-Christmas-775499922 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Tobirama-speedpaint-774936436 https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Erza-christmas-drawing-775195304 . This for the most part went well but was pretty hard to do as things got busier at work..^^; These pieces were a combination of traditional and digital pieces :) I also started practising poses, firstly starting on this short Naruto and Jiraiyia manga thing https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Naruto-and-Jiraiya-reunion-short-manga-in-colour-777916676 .. I also drew a picture of the beast from Beauty and the beast after this https://www.deviantart.com/fran48/art/Beast-777789340 :) My family really loved this piece and want to have it framed ^_^ This has further encouraged me to create more disney pieces :) I have also started playing Pokemon moon and have already been preparing pokemon art for next year :) Overall I feel I have gotten into a few different animes this year but I want to get into so more being the anime obsessed nerd that I am XDD I also really want to cosplay more..XDD...I also want to work on more new art pieces next year but I'll have to see how busy I am and how life goes XDD...I'm not sure how much I've improved this year, I have been working really hard on improving my poses but I still need to improve , as with anatomy :) I may not say this enough and may not be very active all the time but you guys who have stuck with me through every anxiety journal , moan ( know I often sound like a broken record half of the time with my anxiety and everything else ^^;) and the spam posts of artwork, I want to say I appreciate every kind comment, like and watch I have been given, they honestly mean so much to me :hug: and also the patience of many of you who were waiting for replies from me and having to wait months and even years ^^;....XD..I honestly need to work on replies in the new year among a number of other things ^^;...I may have missed out details of this but this is just a general summary so yeah ^^;... Hope you all had a lovely christmas and Have a wonderful new 2019 when it comes :D ^_^Thanks again Frances/Fran/or whatever you want to call me lol

[racetraxk-higgins]

Bruises - Sprace

Soulmate au- spot hates the whole soulmate thing that is until he meets the cute guy who just so happens to be in detention with him and just so happens to have the same bruises as spot does.

- first ever time writing on tumblr so sorry if it’s bad?? also i’ve never written a newsies fic before so probably ooc.

- if you want a next part lemme know i guess???

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“This whole soulmate thing is fucking bullshit.”

Jack looked up from the sketch he was working on for art class to see his foster brother, Spot, burst into his room. Spot, who had been hiding in his room all day, seemed to have a very impressive bruise on his cheek.

Jack whistled as he put down his pencil, “That’s some bruise you have there. Who’d ya get in a fight with this time?” He asked.

Spot only groaned as he flopped down on Jacks bed, “That’s the problem. No one. Instead my soulmate decided it would be fucking perfect to get into a fight and get as many bruises as possible.” Spot grumbled as he crossed his arms.

Jack sighed and closed his sketchbook, already knowing that a rant was about to come, “So there’s more than just one?”

“There’s so fucking many, Jack! Like yeah, I get into fights but I’m never fucking stupid enough to get this beat up! It’s all over my fucking ribs, I honestly think whoever it is has their fucking ribs broke it’s that bad. Not to mention either that there’s fucking hickeys on my neck that definitely came from my soulmate because lord knows I haven’t hooked up with anyone lately.” Spot took a breath before continuing, “I don’t even understand why the hell we have soulmates. Sure, you and David turned out lucky. But do you know how many turn sour? I mean just look at my parents, that was all messed up. I don’t understand why we can’t just choose our own damn partners. What if I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life? I wouldn’t be able to because this whole soulmate shit won’t allow it. And who in the fuck thought it was a good idea to have it so when your soulmate gets all fucked up you do too? Now Medda is gonna think I’m off causin’ trouble again!” Spot finished his rant, his Brooklyn accent becoming thicker as he got even more pissed off.

Jack just rolled his eyes, “Spot calm down. Yes, okay it is stupid that when your soulmate gets hurt you get the marks too but at least you can tell who you were destined to be with. And yes, maybe your parents relationship did turn sour but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen to you,” Jack paused, “You’re a good guy, Spot. You deserve to be with someone who will stick with you. And concerning the Medda thing, if you explain to her that it was your soulmate she’ll be fine with it. She knows you weren’t out today, so you won’t get her mad or anything.”

Spot, who was taken aback by the sudden niceness of Jack, sighed and stood up, “Oh fuck off with all that nice shit. I just wanted to rant. Besides, I don’t care if I ever meet my soulmate. Hell, they could die for all I care.”

Spot was about to leave the room when Jack spoke up. 

“Spot, just don’t give up, okay? Maybe this soulmate thing won’t be so bad after all.”

Spot just mumbled a “Whatever you say, Kelly.” in response and walked out of Jack’s room to go out onto the fire escape to have a smoke.

——

That Monday Spot was sat down in the school’s cafeteria with a pissed off look on his face, his now bruised knuckles now gripping onto the table.

Jack, David, and all his other friends all made their way over to Spot’s table. Everyone was talking about different things as they sat down but once they noticed Spot’s expression they all quieted down.

“Woah, you looked more pissed off than usual, Spot.” Elmer exclaimed.

“Your knuckles are bruised and bleeding.” Blink joined in.

“Who’d you soak?” Asked Romeo.

“What the hell happened this time?” That was David, or as Spot liked to call him ‘Mouth’. He was the responsible one out of them all and sometimes pissed Spot off, but he was Jack’s soulmate and Spot’s kind of friend, so he didn’t mind him all that much.

Spot rolled his eyes, “The Delancey’s. Fucking assholes think they own this damn school, someone had to knock them down a peg.”

Crutchie, who was quietly sat down next to Finch, spoke up “You get in any trouble?”

“Of course I did. Weasel hates me, loves the Delanceys. Got detention for two whole weeks.” Spot snapped as he gripped the table tighter.

Jack let out a laugh, “Well hey, I’ll be happy to report you’re not the only one in detention today.”

“What? Jack, what did you do?” David asked as he looked at Jack who just chuckled again.

“Oh chill out, Davey.” He said as he wrapped his arms around David’s waist, “It wasn’t me. There’s this new kid in the school and he’s in my English class. So Mr. Pulitzer was going on one of his famous rants about how the gays shouldn’t be allowed to get married and that it was a sin. Along with something about not drinking that tap water because the gay’s put chemicals in it to make all the straight who drank it turn gay? Anyways so this kid right, his name is like Tony or something, he went off on Mr. Pulitzer. Callin’ him all these names, at one point he even grabbed the kid next to him, another new kid, and kissed him. They seemed to know each other so it was fine but still. And now, because Mr. Pulitzer is a homophobic piece of literal shit he’s got detention for god knows how long.” Jack finished his story with a small laugh, “Guy’s got balls.”

“Damn, Spot he seems as bad as you!” Finch said as he stabbed at the cafeteria food with his fork.

Spot just shook his head with a small smirk, “No one is as bad as me, Finch.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But I’d love to see him try to beat the number of days you’ve been in detention with Denton!”

Spot just chuckled in response as David cut into the conversation once again.

“Alright enough about Spot’s habits. Everyone eat or you’ll start complaining halfway through fourth period that you’se hungry.”

——

Spot walked into the detention room and greeted Denton who was sat at the desk.

“Hey Denton. How was your day?” Spot asked as he took his normal seat down in the back.

Denton laughed, “In again, Spot? Whatcha do this time? Terrorize some freshmen? My day was shit, as usual.” He replied as he pulled out Spot’s “Days in Detention with Denton” sheet and put down a tally mark before putting it back in his desk.

Spot just shook his head, “Nah. Beat up the Delanceys. You know they really don’t pay you enough.”

Denton was about to answer when the door to the classroom opened. In stepped the new guy, at least that’s what Spot assumed. He never seen him before, and Spot knew almost everyone.

The new guy looked around before deciding on the seat right next to Spot in the corner. Spot watched him quietly. The guy had blond hair and bright blue eyes, his skinny jeans were tighter than Finch’s and he was about half an inch taller than Spot. He walked with confidence and sat down in the seat, kicking his feet up onto the desk.

Denton didn’t care, never did. The sooner he could get out the sooner he would be less miserable.

“Alright, boys. Spot, you know the rules. Tony, no talking, no texting, basically just sit there for an hour and reflect on what you’ve done. Or don’t. Not like it makes any difference to me.” Denton said then got up to leave the class room, Spot knew he’d be gone for at least ten minutes, Denton always went on a few smoke breaks during detentions.

Spot turned towards the new guys, “So, Tony, huh? Little rumour going around school that you told Mr. Pulitzer where to go.”

Tony, who didn’t bother looking at Spot, just replied coldly, “Yeah, what’s it matter to you? And it ain’t Tony, it’s Race.”

“Ah so you don’t know who I am.” Spot said. Tony, or Race, just shrugged.

“Oh I’m sorry, your highness. Forgot there was such thing as royalty in this goddamn school.”

Spot just rolled his eyes, “The names Spot Conlon. That ring any bells?”

Race looked over at Spot and raised an eyebrow, “So you’re the famous Spot Conlon, huh? I was told to watch out for you.” He scoffed, “I thought you’d be taller. How does someone so small win a fight?”

Spot wanted to choke the guy. Race was only like half an inch taller than him and a lot skinnier too. Not to mention the bruise that was on his cheek was a dead give away that he probably lost a fight, or at least got the shit beat out of him before he could stop the person.

Spot gritted his teeth, “You can’t say anything either, asshole. That bruise you got on there is pretty nasty. Did you loose a fight?”

Race just clenched his jaw in response, deciding that someone like Spot wasn’t worth wasting his breath on. Instead he took out a cigarette from his pocket and started to chew on it, praying to Jesus that the hour will go by quick. If he had to deal with that asshole for even another five minutes he was going to out right kill him.

Spot was sat back in his desk, staring at the white board in front of him. He turned, looking over at Race who was now completely zoned out and that’s when he payed more attention,

The bruise was the same size, colour, and in the same exact spot as Spot’s was. Believing it to be a coincidence Spot let his eyes trail towards Race’s neck and almost straight up left the room when he seen the three hickeys that was on Race’s neck, once again in the same place as Spot’s.

Holy shit.

Placing a hand over his own neck where the hickeys were he quickly pulled out his phone and texted Jack.

To: Annoying Brother (jack kelly)

   jack holy shit i think i just found my soulmate??

Needless to say Spot was not ready for what was about to come next.

—

part two now up!

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Racy & Irreverent Books for Grownups

These are a bit racy and irreverent so in case you are simply offended you may wish to skip this part however these appear like nice presents for a few of our buddies this 12 months. Find Cuss Word coloring books right here and humorous political coloring books right here.

Some books are humorous and a few are naughty and a few are for foodies.. this e book managed to seize all three. I completely find it irresistible and was LAUGHING OUT LOUD going via the pages. You will too.

Suck My Cookbook: Clean Recipes for Dirty Minds 

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Tamara Van Wijk has a couple of actually cute and attractive coloring books for you. The paper shouldn’t be the best however you’ll be able to copy the photographs to card inventory when you prefer to layer your coloured pencils or use artwork markers

Slinky Tarts Volume 1 – Cute and Sexy Girls to Color

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I’ve been in love with this enjoyable artist for the reason that first second I noticed one of many illustrations coloured in, Take a glance. Reviews state that the paper high quality isn’t excellent so my suggestion is to repeat them to some good card inventory so you could possibly use your markers.

Slinky Tart – Something Old Something New – The Slinky Tart coloring e book for Adults…and Men, is a coloring e book with cute and traditional Pin-Up cartoon women. Some themed, some plain, however all are attractive in their very own cute means. 24 single-sided  Pages of naughty attractive enjoyable. *Paper is skinny and doesn’t maintain as much as a lot layering.

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My Review, I am keen on the photographs on this e book sadly the paper is simply terrible in case you are an individual who makes use of coloured pencils for layering. You are going to want to repeat your favourite pictures over to card inventory!

Chrissy the Coloring Book Addict

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50 Bubble Butts

An Adult Coloring Book for Men – Pinup Girls Risqué Voluptuous Female Figures to Color & Sketch 

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Kinky Coloring Book 1

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Sexy Anime Girls Uncensored Coloring Book for Grown-Ups

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Hilarious opinions on this one!

“This was the wrong gift for my mom. IT was also the wrong gift for my 8-year-old cousin. It was absolutely the right gift for the guy with night vision goggles across the street. He no longer spies. Great success!” and one other “Be ready for a really kinky e book! Various fetishes and in case you are not open-minded this e book shouldn’t be for you. It may be very naughty! (Nothing mistaken with naughty!)

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Boob Coloring Books

PLAY WITH MY BOOBS: A Titstacular Activity Book for Adults –

Yes.. we stated boobs.. everybody has them…. what a terrific bachelor occasion or gag reward. Creator D.D. Stacks says this. PLAY WITH MY BOOBS options mazes, matching video games, fill-in-the-blanks, phrase searches, coloring pages and far more, all that includes all-new bodacious, busty beauties.

STICKER MY BOOBS. The excellent occasion favor for Bachelorette and Bachelor events. Surprisingly tasteful, these witty books supply hours of intimate enjoyable! Some reviewers discovered it disgusting however most cherished it. Apparently you DO want markers to paint the stickers.

Bras for the Cause

Funny Names For Breasts

Cock Coloring Books

Cocktastic Willies as Art

The Big Adventures of Tiny Dick

 This e book is nice for bachelorette events, boring Friday nights dwelling alone, or to ship to a (very tiny) ex-boyfriend.

An X-Rated Coloring Book

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Big Cocks Coloring Book For Adults

Only for adults, they’re humorous and impolite, soiled and filthy and enjoyable for you to paint. Click to Order Amazon US, UK or Canada

The Big Coloring e book of Co**s

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Vagina Coloring Books

There are a number of forms of VJJ footage which might be accessible on Amazon & from Etsy artists.

The Big Coloring Book of VJJ’s

(This one jogs my memory of that episode of Sex & the City the place the artist paints Charlotte’s)

Vajayjays: A Fertile Crescent Coloring Book for Adults

Important Parts: A Coloring Book for the Crotch Enthusiast 

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The Post-Structuralist Vulva Coloring Book

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Sex Position Coloring Book

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We’ve Still Got Time: Stephen Wraysford x Reader Series Chapter 2

Guys... This chapter has been killing me. Day after day I’ve been staring at a blank screen but thanks to a chat with @jackdawsonsgrl, I figured it out and managed to write it! I really hope you guys enjoy it. Feedback is sincerely welcomed! xxx BTW my son finally a happy camper and sleeping through the night!!! Thanks for understanding everyone! xxx

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Stephen sat enjoying the silence of the house before anyone would inhabit the kitchen. He was glad that with all the transition, he was still able to find a moment of routine. He looked over at the leaky faucet. He could almost see her standing there in her long summer dress that clung to her in very flattering way. Her blonde hair in a messy bun, some of her hair falling out in her efforts to fix the sink. Stephen held his breath as he prepared for his vision to face him.  To give him that existential feeling as he looked upon her face and gave him a source of comfort. The sun shown around her acting like a heavenly halo. Her hair moved elegantly along her back, the side of her face was began to eclipse.

The kitchen’s side door opened and Françoise trailed in. Her thin curly hair bounced as she trotted up to the table. Stephen looked at her for a moment. A moment he wish he could have taken back as when he flashed a glance back at the sink, his vision was gone. His heart dropped. Everyday he felt her absence anew. Each morning he awoke without her in his life was like losing her all over again. Françoise deserved to know what an amazing woman her mother was from he, the one who knew her he best. But he couldn’t find the words to tell her. How could he convey his love for her in mere mortal words?

“Françoise, my princess, how did you sleep?” Françoise looked up at Stephen as if taken by surprise.

“Yes, well papa.” He did his best to smile. Trying not to show his pain to his daughter.

“Your English is coming along splendidly.” Françoise filled a large glass with the fresh milk on the table and took a sip.

“Mrs. Y/L/N has been practicing with moi.”

“Well...good then.... least she’s good for something.” Stephen retorted trying not to take his annoyance at the mention of your name out on her.

“Ms. Y/L/N is fun. After school today she is going to help me press leaves.” He smiled at her excitement and got up to pat her on the head, unable to find the ability to show anymore emotion towards her than that. He had never known the love of a family and wasn’t sure how to do it for his own daughter. She looked up at him, wanting to ask, but afraid of his answer. “Maybe, papa could please help as well?” Her childish eyes filled with such an overpowering plead that Stephen’s heart melted.

“Of course, my lovely girl.” His hand on her head, traveled down to her chin and he pressed his thumb lightly.

The kitchen door opened again, interrupting the moment and you entered. His demeanor changed and he dropped his hand and moved farther out of your way than was required. Your presence was an insult. He was more than capable of handling his own life, though deep, deep in his subconscious he knew your existence in the house was a blessing. He would never admit this out loud and stared at you through his peripherals.

“Good Morning!” You sang perkily to the room. Françoise smiled and looked to her father. Stephen noticed this and tried to smile, his face forgetting what it was like. It ended up a complacent smirk. You begin to heat up the stove by putting logs into the furnace and go to the fridge to grab the eggs and toasts.

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The noise captured your attention and you turned to inspect the sink. Moving to the sink you looked around for the source of the problem, you began to play with the taps and desperately trying to cease the annoying repetitive noise. From behind you, a screech of a chair startled you.

“Don’t touch that.” You turned again to the table.

“Sorry?” You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“I have asked you to stop what you are doing, ” He said a little more forcefully. “Did I stutter?” He mumbled as he sat back down and went back to reading his newspaper, hiding his rage behind it.

You couldn’t fathom what he had just said to you. Had he just asked you not to fix the dripping sink?

“Pardon, Lieutenant Wraysford… but… you’d like me to leave the sink to continue leaking?” You looked back at the sink. Each drop that fell was like a clash of an annoying cymbal.

“That’s what I said.” The voice rose above the newspaper like a large speech bubble that threatened to explode the gentleness of the kitchen atmosphere.

You shrug and make your way back to making breakfast. You look over to Françoise, seeing if she had noticed the passive aggressive exchange. The young girl was sitting with a sketch pad, doodling with three different colour small pencils. Completely oblivious to what was happening around her. You then turn your eyes subtly to Stephen. Behind the paper you could see an angry puff of smoke, He must have lit up without you noticing. This was something you had tried to squash as soon as you had moved in, knowing it couldn’t be good for Françoise to be around. You knew Stephen needed his vices, but this would have to be one reserved for outdoors. You coughed aloud, hoping Stephen would get the hint. This was met with the sounds of a long inhale and an even longer exhale, and then a giant puff of smoke that surrounded Stephen like a thunderous rain cloud.

You brought the two plates of breakfast over, leaving yours for the moment. One was placed before Françoise and she instantly took up her fork and began to eat.

“Once you’re finished we will get ready to leave for school.” You said as you used one hand to push Stephen’s paper down to the table roughly. After placing his breakfast down, you removed the burning cigarette from his mouth.  

“Outside, Stephen.” You repeated flatly, in order not to cause a scene in front of Françoise. Without flinching Stephen grabbed your wrist as gently as his annoyed demeanor would allow. He took the still burning cigarette and placed it back into his mouth.

“Excuse me. Won’t you. I’m suddenly not hungry.” He said and roughly rose from his place at the breakfast table and let himself outside. Anger rose inside you. For weeks now you had been putting up with his behavior, believing that if you were more accommodating and understanding to his condition, he would in turn be more welcoming. However, this had not been the case and instead your attempts were met with immature remarks and attitude. Recently, you had taken to calling the shots in order to assert your demand for at least an ounce of respect. This was obviously for not.

Françoise seemed to have noticed something going on between Stephen and you and looked at you worriedly. You looked down at her and grinned.

“I’m sure you’re papa, just needed a breath of fresh air. How fun, a girl’s breakfast together!” You smiled and grabbed your plate, sitting in the middle chair between Françoise and where Stephen sat. Françoise looked still worried as she moved around the bit of eggs and toast left on her plate.

“Papa says that’s where Mama used to sit.”

You instantly stare at her, realizing how much Stephen’s afflictions have effected Françoise.

“Oh, yes dear, quite right. I suppose I will just sit on the opposite side then.” Picking up your plate, you move across the way and finally make yourself comfortable. “Now, if you are done, please go and get dressed so I can walk you to the school yard.” Françoise smiles and excuses herself from the table. As the kitchen door swings close, you bury your head in your hands and sigh a large sigh of frustration. What had you got yourself into?

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You looked up again. In front of you stood the empty chair that was meant for the beloved Isabella. Johanna had explained about Stephen and her sister to you. This man had pined for the same woman for almost 10 years of his life. This was no ordinary love and you could appreciate it and tried to abide by Stephen’s requests concerning her memory in the house.

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But what you couldn’t do was listen to this leaking faucet go on for whatever attachment Stephen had to it. As breakfast was already ruined for you anyway, you walked over to the sink and rolled up your sleeves. You reach underneath the sink and produce a wrench. You’d pay whatever the consequences for a moment’s peace.

With Françoise and you away, Stephen had come into the house once more, another lite cigarette hanging from his lips. He plopped himself down into his kitchen chair and looked for his paper. It had been folded nicely and his breakfast had been covered as to keep the heat in. Stephen said a silently thank you as he sat down. Shifting his weight he prepared to eat.

Silence.

He looked up. His fork fell to table top and he turned his head slowly towards the sink, but Isabella was nowhere to be seen and the leaking faucet had ceased to bring her back to him. Knocking the chair over as he got up from the table, he looked around. The guilty wrench laid on the counter serving as hard evidence you had not listened to his direct request. The lit cigarette fell from his lips and fell with a descending hiss as it eliminated itself on the water droplets left behind. His fist collided with the counter and he could instantly feel the hardened pain of a bruise instantly form. How dare you try to remove her from this room, this spot. You had come into his life and tried to change all he had worked so hard to maintain. He was existing, coping with life from day to day as best he could. Now you had threatened to change everything he was comfortable with. Without her overwhelming presence, her vision to vanquish his nightmares, how could he go on? She needed to come back, he needed her now. Without thinking, Stephen grabbed his hat and coat and walked out the door.

The large rocks and stones in patches along the dirt road where making it even harder for Stephen to walk straight. It had been most likely a bad idea for him to stay out all day at the nearest pub. His feet tripped him up every couple steps. The alcohol had done its job and his head was swimming with images of her. A faint smile spread across his face.

“Isabella.” He breathed as he stumbled again. She was dancing in his mind to their favorite song. Her laughing face instantly brought a warm and comforting glow to his heart. He loved her. Everything and anything about her. How was he supposed to find anyone as glorious as her? His Aphrodite, his Helen of Troy. She had given him the precious little girl he had first met a year ago at that same breakfast nook. Her sly smile had glowed in his eyes the same as her mothers and the view was unbearable to him at the time. At first the thought of being that little girl’s father had scared him… but by the end of the war, the thought of not being her father, had brought tears to his eyes. He needed that piece of Isabella to live. His only wish was that he could be her father instead of the stranger who moved in.

A twig snapping quickly brought him to his senses and he quickly prepared all of himself to fight. The twig snapped again and this time it sounded more like the cock of a rifle. Not being armed himself, Stephen started quickly looking around for the armed assassin. He circled for what seemed like ages before he could see the glint of moonlight on a black metal rifle in the woods. Not knowing if this was another vision or not, Stephen took off running down the hill. His ears listened for haunted footsteps behind him and he swore he could hear them getting ever closer.

You were fuming. After returning to the house to see the blunt cigarette in the sink, you knew exactly where Stephen had gone, because it was where he went every time you two had a quarrel. You spent an evening cover for him with Françoise as she was upset to learn her father wouldn’t be joining her to press leaves.

“But he promised.” She whined as she dropped her head. Your heart ached for her.

“I know, darling girl. I know he will make it up to you.” Françoise pouted over to the forest edge and began to collect the best looking leaves. You folded your arms, raging internally as you sighed and joined her, a smile forced upon your face.

As you sat in the darkened living room, the only light in the room came from a flickering candle on the table stand next to you. Without warning you heard the front door open and close. You set down your book, instantly knowing it was Stephen as the maid had gone to bed hours ago. Within seconds you were half way across the room.

“Stephen.” You said sternly, preparing to give him a lecture on the importance of keeping his promises to Françoise. Instead, he run up to you and scooped you forcefully into his arms. He turned you so that your back was against his chest and his hand cupped your mouth to silence you.

“SHHH.” He whispered and looked around frantically. You instantly knew two things, he was having a hallucination and he was stinking drunk. A bad combination for someone with his disorder, but very common for Stephen. You tried to tell him that no one was there, but you knew he wouldn’t see reason. His body felt solid pressed against you and you could feel the muscles supporting you. This made you flush in the face as you could feel the cool sweat that clung to his arms, from his narrow escape. You both stood like that for what felt like ages and you almost forgot what you were mad about. The way he held you in his arms was comforting and felt so familiar to you. Something you had longed to feel again for sometime.

Just as you were beginning to enjoy his embrace, his arms let go and your anguish returned.

“I thought I heard something.” He said, pretending as if nothing had happened and he stumbled backwards.

“Did you forget something you promised to do tonight, Lieutenant?”

He drunkenly chuckled. “What are you even talking about?”   

“Stephen, you promised your daughter you would spend time with her tonight! I have been comforting a disappointed child all evening. You can’t keep doing this to her. Eventually she will stop asking.”

In his annoyance and anger, he had forgotten his promise. He rubbed a drunkenly frustrated hand through his greased hair. It fell into his face, unhinged from it’s normal placement. If you hadn’t touched the sink, he would have eaten his breakfast contently and he would have been here to press leaves and share a precious moment with his daughter. He knew only too well how fleeting life was and it fueled his anger at you to know that it was your fault. His eyes narrowed at you and he flung an accusing finger at you, it swayed back and forth with his drunk body.

“If you hadn’t fixed the faucet. I told you NOT to touch it. I wouldn’t have left. I would have been here.”

You crossed your arms in front of you not accepting the blame that he was putting on you.

“Stephen, you can’t blame your actions on me. Yes, I fixed the sink, but you weren’t here for your daughter and you chose to do that. You needed the drink more than her. What kind of father does that?”

Your last sentence hung in the air and caused such tension, worse than it had ever been between Stephen and you.

“How dare you.” He exclaimed. “You know nothing of the horrors I’ve suffered. Everyday, I relive them over and over again. That little girl means the absolute world to me, she’s the only reason I get up in the morning.” Internally, you cheer as you hear him say the one thing you were hoping to hear. Closing the gap between the two of you, you look him sternly in the face. Your faces were close and Stephen could just make out the perfect lines in your face and he mentally drew you in his mind’s eye. If he had been more intoxicated he would have taken you, having been deprived of it for so long, but his anger and pride wouldn’t allow the thought.

“Prove me wrong.” You snapped at him. “Show me you can be the father you say you are and spend time with Françoise. Show her that you feel she is the sun and the moon to you.” Your challenge passed between the both of you. Silence greeted it as Stephen took in what you were saying. With a blink you tried to take Stephen’s arm in order to help him to bed. He quickly pulled it away and you shook your head, not believing how childish he was being.

“As always, good night Stephen.” You walked from the living room, into the kitchen.

Tears started to welled up in his eyes. He knew you were right. These drunken nights, while they brought back his beloved Isabella, they took away from her gift. A comforting noise filled his ears and he blinked the tears down his cheek as he breathed out a laugh.

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Halcyon

Pairing: Adrienette Tags: Aged Up, Fluff, idek Summary: Adrienette is trending online because of a Buzzfeed article. So, Adrien and Marinette read it together.

“Top 8 times Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng were ‘hashtag couple goals’?” Marinette read aloud. “Well, this should be interesting.”

“Princess! Look at this! We’re trending again!” Adrien excitedly burst into the living room with his laptop in tow.

“Mmm,” Marinette hummed distractedly in response. She was perched on the couch, knees tucked against her chest. Absentmindedly, she doodled sketches in a notepad, already brainstorming for next year’s spring collection. Her debut weeks earlier at the Paris Fashion Week for Menswear and Haute Couture had been a massive success. The critics had loved her Tikki line and she was already overwhelmed with how many retailers were interested in Tikki. Certainly, Marinette was thrilled, but she had almost no employees and needed to begin mass production on Tikki.

And with the next fashion week coming up in two weeks, Marinette was scrambling a bit.

A couple metres before her, the TV was airing some cheesy Chinese dating show that Marinette had flipped to fill the room with some background noise.

“Bugaboo,” Adrien whined, slightly put down by Marinette’s lack of interest. “We’re trending!”

Again, Marinette hummed in acknowledgement but continued her doodling without looking up from her paper.

Frowning, Adrien placed his laptop on the vacant spot beside Marinette. He moved to stand behind the couch, directly behind Marinette and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Princess, you’re so tense. You should take a break before your muscles shrivel up,” Adrien said, fingers rubbing circles against Marinette’s neck and back.

“Mmm I only have two weeks to have my collection ready for Paris Fashion Week,” Marinette protested Adrien’s distraction, but still tilted her head back in pleasure. “I’m only halfway finished stitching the last revision for my Miraculous line and I’m so behind and I’ve already had critics and investors asking about stuff for next year and I don’t even know anything about math or investing and --”

“But you aren’t sewing right now,” Adrien said as he increased the pressure he was exerting on Marinette’s sore muscles. “And you haven’t taken a break in months. Mari, you can’t forget to take of yourself.”

Marinette tried to turn around to face Adrien, but his grip on her shoulders kept her facing forward. “I’m taking a break right now! From stitching! I can handle it!”

“Doing more work isn’t a break, Princess,” Adrien stopped Marinette’s tirade, continuing to massage her tense muscles. “You hired employees for a reason. Juleka can handle mass production and touch ups. Max will deal with the business side of things.”

“But I always hand stitch the runway outfits --”

Adrien cut off Marinette’s protests, “And you still have two weeks to do that. Come on, Princess, humour me.”

Huffing, Marinette leaned into Adrien’s hands. She set her pencil and sketchbook to the side and let Adrien ease the knots out of her back. Though she was loath to admit, Adrien’s hands felt like heaven against her tight muscles.

Satisfied that Marinette was finally taking a proper break, Adrien released one of her shoulders to reach for the laptop he had left beside her earlier.

“So as I was saying earlier,” Adrien placed the laptop into Marinette now vacant lap, “we’re trending again! Apparently Buzzfeed wrote this article on us and now we’re trending. I thought we could go through it together.”

“Top 8 times Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng were ‘hashtag couple goals’?” Marinette read aloud. “Well this should be interesting. ‘Eight: that time when Adrien and Marinette dressed up as Ladybug and Chat Noir for Halloween.’ I can’t believe this is listed! It was only because I forgot about Halloween!”

Underneath the caption was a photo Adrien had shared on his Instagram during Alya’s Halloween party a couple years back. He and Marinette had “switched” miraculous, with Marinette being Chatte Noire and Adrien being Ladybug. Marinette had even tied two little pigtails into Adrien’s hair to complete the look. Using her old red ribbons, of course.

Smirking, Adrien said, “Well I, for one, can believe it. I do make a purr-fect ladybug after all. And you know how Americans always make a big deal about Halloween. Plus, we have the best Ladybug and Chat Noir costumes in the world since you made them.” Adrien leaned down to place a kiss on the side of Marinette’s head.

“I do know a bit more about Ladybug and Chat Noir’s outfits than the average retailer.”

“How did you ever manage to get Chat’s tail to stay off the ground, though?”

Tilting her head back so Adrien could see her face, Marinette grinned cheekily. “Now that, mon chaton, is privileged information.”

Feigning hurt, Adrien cried dramatically, “Oh, how you wound me!” Whilst Marinette laughed at his dramatics, Adrien leaned forward to scroll down the page. “‘Seven: when Adrien and Marinette shared Adrien’s pocket’. Oh that was in Québec! Remember? During Carnival? We had so much maple syrup that day! I think father would have had a stroke if he’d known how much sugar I had that day.”

“Natalie would too,” Marinette laughed. She had imagined a comical and over dramatic image of what she guessed Gabriel Agreste’s reaction to maple syrup would be. “But to be fair, you eat that much sugar everyday.”

“Father and Nathalie still cringe when anything remotely sweet are within a metre of my mouth. So do my model friends.”

“Yes,” Marinette sighed melodramatically, “they have cringed the two times you have had the opportunity to consume sugar in their presence. Though I think your model friends cringe because of quantity of sweets you eat, not the sugar itself. You do eat far more than the recommended sugar intake. Like, a month’s worth of sugar everyday.”

“Still have that hot model bod though,” Adrien winked. “Carnival was great. We should go back sometime with Nino and Alya.”

“We could go snowshoeing! And we could do the team skis so Alya and I can kick your guys’ butts.”

“No way, it’s too cold in Canada. You’d be a frozen little Bugaboo without me.”

“I would not!” Marinette huffed indignantly.

“Princess, I hate to break it to you but you have no tolerance for the cold,” Adrien said in a teasing tone that clearly showed he did not hate breaking the news to Marinette at all. “You even had to stick your hand into my pocket to ward off frostbite,” he looked pointedly at the picture included in the article.

The photo had been sneakily taken by a fan, and it depicted Marinette and Adrien standing in line together for a sleigh ride. Adrien had stuffed his hands into his pockets. Indeed, Marinette had slipped one of her hands into Adrien’s pocket too.

“Well.”

“Well?” Adrien prompted her.

“Well maybe I just wanted to hold your hand.” A light blush tinted Marinette’s cheeks and Adrien couldn’t help but kiss her right then.

“Well I definitely wanted to hold your hand too,” Adrien smiled, kissing Marinette’s forehead before pulling away.

As Adrien resumed massaging Marinette’s back, Marinette scrolled further down the page.

“‘Six: when Adrien wears Marinette’s scarves.’”

Under the caption was a compilation of a dozen photos of Adrien at various events wearing an assortment of different scarves. Red scarves, green scarves, wool scarves, infinity scarves, and the classic blue scarf that had been Marinette’s first gift to him. Adrien was so notoriously picky about scarves that he only wore scarves tailored just for him. And that meant he only wore scarves designed by and hand knit by Marinette. And the press swooned over that fact.

“You do look pretty good in that red one,” Marinette remarked.

“Pretty good?” Adrien feigned offense. “I look purr-fectly fabulous in red!”

“But you haven’t worn that scarf in a while.”

Feeling that the tension had mostly left Marinette’s shoulders, Adrien moved to sit beside Marinette on the couch. One arm wrapped around her waist, his hand continued rubbing her back. “Red is my lucky colour. And that’s my lucky scarf. I have to save it for when my lucky charm isn’t around to ward off all the bad luck.”

“Mmm,” Marinette hummed, unconsciously leaning into Adrien’s side. “And what would that lucky charm be?” she asked innocently, knowing what the answer was.

Adrien pulled Marinette closer. “My princess, of course. The only one who looks better in red than me.” He ended his declaration with an affectionate tap on Marinette’s nose. She giggled, scrunching up her nose.

While Marinette was distracted, Adrien scrolled down to read the next caption. “‘Five: when Marinette tied Adrien’s tie’. Remember that? Our first red carpet together and you spent half of it fussing with my tie!”

Cheeks flushing, Marinette buried her face in Adrien’s chest. “It was crooked,” she said, voice muffled by Adrien’s shirt. “I couldn’t let you walk down the red carpet with a crooked tie! The fashion critics would have slaughtered you!”

“I bet I could make crooked ties fashionable. I’d rock that rebel bad boy look,” Adrien laughed as Marinette tried to burrow deeper into his chest. “Those photographers were so desperate to get you to just look at them. I guess pictures of your back just aren’t worth as much.”

“I had to fix your tie! What kind of girlfriend would I have been if I just let you, a world class supermodel, walk around all evening with a crooked tie!”

Adrien leaned closer to the laptop screen, feigning a closer examination of his tie in the photo. “Hmm, looks perfectly straight to me, my lady. You sure you needed the entire length of the carpet to fix it?”

“Okay, fine, I just didn’t want to look at all the cameras. That was my first red carpet!” Marinette jerked back, cheeks aflame. “The first time I had to be in front of cameras without Tikki! Without Ladybug! And it was all live and I couldn’t make a mistake!”

“I knew it!” Adrien laughed as Marinette glowered at him. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Shifting so her back rested against Adrien’s side, Marinette grumbled. Still chuckling softly, Adrien read the next caption. “Four: When Adrien was asked what he loved about Marinette. Oh, I remember this interview! You were in China with Mama during this one so you never saw it, but this was a great interview.”

“....is this the one where you spent the entire fifteen minutes talking about me and nothing else? The station that banned you?”

“Hey, that’s only the condensed version of why I love you!” Adrien defended himself. “Those producers just have no taste.”

“Chaton, weren’t you supposed to be promoting your partnership with Unicef?”

“Well if they wanted to talk about Unicef, they shouldn’t have asked about you.”

Though Marinette sighed loudly, she couldn’t hide her smile. “You know, Alya still brings it up whenever she runs into annoying journalists.”

“Oh?”

“You should ask her about it. Apparently she once had to work with a fan of yours who had tried to sabotage her,” a soft smile remained on Marinette’s face as she looked at up Adrien. “Alya said the girl had a boyfriend and flaunted how much better he was than Nino.”

“Did Alya make her cry?”

“Maybe a little. I mean she’s basically condemned to run into people she doesn’t like in her line of work, but I just think it’s especially funny how that one turned out. You should have her tell you the whole story sometime. It ended with the girl falling into a fridge and knocking a pot of hot coffee onto their boss.”

Adrien made a sound of agreement. His hand had made its way to Marinette’s hip, rubbing soothing circles along her side. For a moment they sat in blissful silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence, before Marinette reached forward to continue down the article.

“Three: When Marinette wears Adrien’s clothes.”

Immediately after seeing the accompanying photos, Adrien laughed. A compilation of six photos was attached, all candids depicting Marinette looking very small in one of Adrien’s shirts or hoodies. “Princess, though I love the view of you in my clothes, perhaps you should stick to your own clothes when there are photographers nearby.”

“But your stuff is comfier,” Marinette pouted. “And you have pockets. Big pockets. Pockets that can actually hold things.”

“You can make yourself pockets.”

“Well maybe photographers should leave me alone,” Marinette poked Adrien’s cloth-covered stomach in retaliation for laughing at her.

“In that case, henceforth I vow to defend you from the vicious cameras, my lady.” Adrien brought Marinette’s hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.

As Marinette giggled, Adrien continued down the page. “Wow, we’re almost at the end! Two: When Adrien and Marinette set up a foundation together.”

“Well that was purr-etty great of us, if I do say so myself.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, “You only like it because the Purrity Foundation is a cat pun.”

“A life saving cat pun!” he defended, looking at the attached photo. It was him and Marinette surrounded by human trafficking victims and cats. At least a couple dozen cats. Not long after they gave up their miraculouses, Marinette fell into a deep depression when she realized she no longer had a constant companion to occupy her free time and defend others. She was struggling to come to terms with the fact that Marinette wasn’t able to help people on the same scale as Ladybug could. To cheer her up, Adrien established the Purrity Foundation in her name. As a successful model and designer, they had more than enough money to make a difference. So, Marinette decided she wanted to help victims of human trafficking. And Adrien decided that therapy cats were a great idea.

And somehow, it worked.

“I’m glad they’re doing okay now,” Marinette smiled.

“The cats or the humans?”

Elbowing Adrien in the gut, Marinette said, “Both. The kitties get happy forever homes and the humans get a companion and validation. I’ll mock your choice in name forever, Chaton, but thank you for Purrity.” She sat up to give Adrien a kiss.

“Anything for my lady.” Tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, Adrien cupped her cheek to kiss Marinette again. “Though the name is purrfect!”

Ignoring Adrien’s comment on the name, Marinette continued reading. “One: when Adrien and Marinette got married.”

“Of course it’s our wedding,” Adrien groaned.

With a raised eyebrow, Marinette looked at Adrien with a questioning gaze. “Are you surprised? The media goes insane over every wedding.”

“They didn’t even get photos of our wedding! They didn’t even know it happened until a week after when we shared a photo online ourselves. They only have that single photo from our wedding!”

“Actually,” Marinette interrupted Adrien’s tirade, “they have two photos. Alya posted a picture of my bouquet on her blog when she wrote the post congratulating us.” The picture in question had simply been another flower photo in the internet at first, until a fan made the connection between the bouquet Alya posted and the bundle of flowers in Marinette’s hands in her wedding portrait.

“The point is,” Adrien huffed, “we are plenty romantic without the wedding! What about every time I open the door for you or hold your purse. Or that time I did your hair for an interview! That is plenty romantic! Anyone can get married, but only my lady has a husband who can give her a perfect hairstyle!”

“My hero,” Marinette giggled, wrapping her arms around Adrien’s waist. “I hope you know, the only reason I married you was so I would never have to do my own hair.”

“Really now?” Adrien smirked, previous irritation gone. “And here I thought it was for my feline fine looks. And for my a-meow-zing puns, of course.” As he finished speaking, Adrien dug his fingers into Marinette’s sides, tickling her.

“Minou! Adrien! Ah!” Marinette shrieked.

Once Adrien’s tickling fingers retreated and Marinette regained her breath, she straightened her shirt and grinned at Adrien. “I’ll get you back for that!”

With a wink, Adrien smirked back. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Fluffytalk: First and foremost, I know almost nothing about the fashion industry and have never watched any runways or anything but based on what google and the official PFW site tell me, Paris Fashion Week happens twice a year in late February and September for women’s fashions. Men and Haute Couture is in January and June. I imagine this as a direct follow-up to Arsenic, which has our favourite kitty modelling our favourite bug’s line. So, that would have been the January show.

Carnival is like a Canadian Mardi Gras basically. We have a bonhomme, lots of maple syrup, hot chocolate, various impressive snow sculptures, horse sleighs, and the like. Also, lots and lots of maple syrup. Nomnom. ((Also there’s a lot of snow. It’s mid-April and it snowed about six inches the last two days ;w;))

And yes, Purrity is a play on Purity. I’m terrible at puns I’m sorry English isn’t my first language ^^;;

By the way, halcyon means peaceful, tranquil, etc. 

Wow this is a disgustingly long author’s note. I’m not all that happy with this tbh but writer’s block is gross and it’s been over a year since I’ve last written anything worth sharing so.....

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"Luna Moth Love" Part 1 of 2 Green Gold Challenge ASMR Acrylic Painting Demo #GreenGoldChallenge

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Hello this is Dena Tollefson and welcome to my studio i’m so happy to have you ever here in these days if you are new to my channel thanks so much for joining and in the event you’ve been here earlier than welcome back i hope if you haven’t already you’ll ring that subscription bell so that you can recognize if i will be doing a live movement or will be importing a brand new video I do reside streams twice per week on Tuesdays and Fridays at 10 o’clock relevant time which is let’s have a look at that’s three o’clock GMT so this is the golf green gold undertaking and i hope that you are participating in the green gold undertaking I’ve acquired my green gold correct here and this portray goes to be a luna moth i’ll be using paint brushes I’ve received some residences and a few chisel blenders and a liner brush to sign my identify and that is all acrylic paint so I’ve blended up somewhat titanium white and a few inexperienced gold and now we are going to put this over onto the canvas so the green gold challenge is a enjoyable little assignment that I created and all of the persons who are collaborating and anyone can take part you just put the phrases green gold task into your title and upload your video onto your onto your channel and then the entire videos that i will to find that have the hashtag inexperienced gold assignment or have the words green gold undertaking in the title are going to go into a huge playlist and if you want more understanding about how you can participate i’ve a brief two-minute video on my channel that offers all of the small print of how to do that and for this video right here i am gonna this is my entry for the task and i proposal it will be relatively enjoyable to color the luna moth and i have received just a pencil simply did just a little graphite sketch one luna moth that’s in full flight and an additional little guy off to the facet here who’s just type of twisting and gliding and that’s whatever that’s very characteristic of the luna moth they’re most effective found in North the united states and after they fly they’ve these form of streamers that you see at the backside these long twisting streamers and when they’re flying they’ll twist their physique and twist these streamers so that they are able to confuse their major the foremost predator who is a bat so bats love to devour luna moths it seems that they are very tasty to them and so the luna moth has acquired some these little streamers that it uses to confuse the bat so it is not particularly certain which approach it can be flying and then the luna moth also has these form of neat there are two sets of almost like a false eye or something like a little eye shaped pattern and the luna moth is sometimes called the American Moon Moth so I concept it would be quality to place a moon in my painting just compositionally and then additionally to style of symbolize the title of the of the luna moth and luna referring of direction to the word moon or lunar and i’m just doing hanging a little titanium mild on that get the moon started so here is a little phthalo blue purple coloration and i inspiration I would get the get the sky began with that only a flat American Painter brush and we are going to just begin to dam at the hours of darkness inky sky so luna moths you really simplest see them lively at night time they’re nocturnal and the adult the adult on no account eats once it can be an adult it comes out of its cocoon so at butterflies have chrysalis is and moths have a cocoon so this little cocoon they when they may be little caterpillars they like to devour leaves from the birch timber and from walnut bushes another exceptional bushes and timber they usually they will go into their cocoon and then when they come out they simply reside for one week and so they don’t eat the entire time that they’re a a moth and in its grownup type they’re simply looking to find other moths to mate with and to proceed the lifestyles cycle and the physique of the moth is a type of a white fuzzy furry style of a factor and then they have got these amazing kind of simply shiny gentle limey gold green green gold kind of wings I feel they’re just rather lovely they may be also very tremendous they’re they are able to be as much as four and a half of inches throughout which is lovely significant from off so simply utilising the comb to take that colour and simply get it proper up alongside the edge there we go and i want the moth the smaller moth that i need it to show up in the distance more so and then have the focal point be extra the larger moth and i would like this smaller moth i am gonna paint him with some softer edges to make him believe like he’s receding and i am also gonna be eager about the moon and portray that with a tender part so that it also feels it can be find it irresistible’s more within the distance now this colour that you just see that’s been painted over the complete canvas as yellow ochre and that i tone all of my canvases good perhaps not a hundred percent the vast majority of my canvases I begin with a wash of yellow ochre if for some rationale i have a canvas I must have a white history or something like that but that’s lovely distinctive for me it can be most likely this heat yellow ochre and what that does is that removes the white and slightly bit something yellow ochre will peek through i’m simply utilising a filbert brush so that is a filbert has a smooth rounded facet on it it is obtained the roundness of a circular brush however it’s a flat if you view it from the aspect it can be flat and i am simply making these pleasant soft edges here for our luna moth that is off a bit distance just fine and easy variety of i am letting little bits of the underneath portray show by means of and i am working to get simply relatively gestural marks i would like this to not have i would like it to believe free and gestural so simply letting the paint do its factor come up correct here on the highest the top of the luna moth or the highest by means of wing there may be this fairly style of distinct burgundy color that we will be adding in somewhat even as now as i am working around the moon i’m letting a bits of the white go via and later we are going to come back with some brighter colors to get the feeling that the moon is reflecting light from the solar and it can be giving a appearing as a mild supply in the night time sky just sort of teasing that blue up along the sides of the moon get a bit extra blue there there we go my darken that up it is feeling a little of it inexperienced side with somewhat an excessive amount of of the yellow ochre is peeking via right here we go when i’m hoping that you all got a risk to take part in inexperienced gold venture and green gold is sort of a difficult colour to use and however yet it can be this kind of enjoyable and neat color so i am quite watching forward to seeing all of the distinct ways that each one of fellow youtuber artists are developing with i do know there’s going to be some performance art there’s gonna be paintings and colored pencil drawings and even someone’s going to be doing makeup so it will have to be a neat neat factor to peer the entire special ways that the color can be used so i’m simply scrubbing in somewhat bit I used a colour that I made with yellow ochre and black and white to have in the moon a little little bit of element let’s go in now with slightly bit of this everlasting alizarin crimson and begin to denote that this prime ridge on the highest of the body of the insect I’ve obtained this really best contrast between the green and then this strong daring color at the prime now I’ve received somewhat liner brush and a liner brush is fairly just a circular brush with lengthy bristles that’s meant for element work or I most often use it once I signal my name and these little eye patterns both at the prime of the body and the backside set of wings I suppose marvel if this is probably God made camouflage to spare that negative little luna moth so he can get faraway from from its predators however the bats need to consume whatever so probably when the luna moth is worn out and he’s had the end of his time then probably the luna might be the bat can have him as a snack however it’s variety of sad to think about that bad luna moth falling prey to the bat the myotis so i’m now not taking a what is this that is dioxazine purple and the highest of the eye marks have nearly like eyeliner or anything it’s like a darker bit and the middle’s have white so we are going to put a bit of little bit of this light colour in the center and then i’ll have got to blend these colours so they’re one of a kind methods you can combination of path which you could combination through robotically scrubbing a colour to both remove some of it or scrub it in and another method to blend can be so as to add a different color on prime so i will do type of a hybrid between the 2 i’m gonna do a little mechanical motion right here of the colour round after which add yet another color just to sort of soften that up so they are quite distinctive different approaches to make inexperienced gold I’ve received green gold correct out of the tube and i’m also mixing a green gold by using taking yellow and an extraordinarily tiny tiny quantity of black that can make style of a unusual variation just a little little bit of white right here on the body with pleasant little fluffy body and then the grey that you just see I just blended the gray making use of a little bit little bit of Mars black and a few white and a tiny quantity of yellow ochre to show the stomach or the backside of the luna i suppose it is the abdomen it is the bottom a part of the the torso of the insect i suppose I don’t know what the bottom little section is it can be a bit his little bottom but his little backside type of curves in in and down as he is flying so now I’ve bought only a yellow and i’m gonna just take yellow and restate some of these brighter areas on the insect over the preliminary out of the blue painted yellow ochre that are not yellow go that thinly painted green gold i am just coming again with a bit of little bit of yellow to brighten a few of these areas and now just a little bit of shadow so there’s the highest set of wings and the backside set and there is a bit of a gap between the two and i need to play that up by all I did was just use a darker variant so that might be green gold with a bit only a contact of black or person might use yellow after which and then black as a combo now i will go in and soften this edge by means of simply taking a smooth brush that used to be dipped into water smooth it off after which i will be able to form of unpolluted up the edge through simply scrubbing it out a bit of bit now if I acquired some paint where I didn’t wish it i will be able to always paint over the top so i have somewhat as can see just a little spot there on his physique the white physique i will go back and add just a little add a little touch of white to quilt that however I need to get the these of the moth has got style of fluffy furry however the wings themselves are form of soft and fluffy and furry so I need to sort of get that feeling after which the physique of the moth is very fluffy and furry so I need to get that feeling across via the paint and then one thing that’s fairly attribute between a moth and a butterfly is a butterfly has antennae which might be like somewhat stick with a bit of thing on the finish of little bulb at the finish and that you could always tell a moth from a butterfly when you consider that a moth will have form of a feathery watching the antennae will seem very feathery and and so that is that’s a giant colossal technique to simply tell them when you simply come throughout one and appear at it then that you could tell that means butterfly versus moth so I’ve got I used to used a liner brush to create that little feathery sort of outcomes I first put down a layer of yellow no longer yellow i suppose it was a cad orange medium or cad orange hue and then got here over the top with a bit bit more white plus the cad orange let’s take a little titanium white and our phthalo blue purple color and get that mixed up so the sky may be very dark by means of many of the portray and i love that contrast between the dark inky sky after which the moon but i’m looking to create a transitional area between this inky darkness and show the influence of the moon and the way the moon is interacting with the insects and the bugs are drawn to the moon so I wish to put certain attention on that here’s a exceptional clean dry round brush and i am taking a tiny quantity i’m gonna do a dry brushing technique right here i’m just taking an awfully time so this technique is called scumbling or dry brushing and once I’m doing this i’m simply hanging an awfully small amount of paint on the dry brush in order that brush is not wet at all first after which i will be able to put this paint simply sort of particularly brush it excessive and i will be able to both put it in and scrub it in or just calmly practice it here i’m gonna honestly scrub it in and i’m being careful to no longer put an excessive amount of paint on the brush for those of you who have ever finished stenciling you understand the outcome of that you’ll be able to take a gentle brush and put a very small quantity on striking relatively a little greater than what a person would use for stenciling nevertheless it’s the same style of concept where you you pounce it pounce they paint on after which here figuring out i am putting the phthalo blue red colour that we blended up just now and striking that on so first we have now a teal and then working outward from the moon now the phthalo blue red shade plus white so I wish to get this feeling of the teal is a warmer and lighter color and then figuring out and giving the feeling like the moon is brightening and lightening the sky however getting slightly bit of the colour up on to the insect that is k i will simply you understand put somewhat color over the top of that later i’m particularly more fascinated by getting getting excellent insurance policy and i would like some of the darkish colour to top by means of too so there is kind of an effect that you would be able to get with scumbling this dry brushing that’s distinctive than if the if the brush were at first wet a wet brush that I dipped into the paint is going to offer a entire distinctive mark than a fully dry brush with a spare amount of paint all proper so now an extra clean brush tiny tiny quantity of the teal i will be able to go back in and layer this now that it is dry return and layer that over and a further layer variety of enhance that teal color and fairly give a tender gentle part to the moon i’m going to be going back over with some titanium white in the other course there we go and simply making that tremendous tender so in my painting i am i am imagining that these two luna moths are going to have their love reunion or their love union up within the sky and they’ll be equipped to create more luna moths and that both of them will ward off the bat or if they’ll be a meal for the bat perhaps it’s right on their final day due to the fact they get a couple of week to live might be on the last day and the moth can have a meal but expectantly not too quickly so i am just going back over and restating some of these areas with thee permanent alizarin crimson and now signing my identify utilising cad orange hue and a liner brush well I need to thank every person for becoming a member of and i am hoping that you have had a fun time doing the green intention task and that you can make a version for yourself and end up part of this playlist and i am hoping to do it again this is 2019 i’m hoping to do it again in 2020 so so all people is welcome and and and i am hoping that you’ll participate so here is my finished painting and thanks so much for becoming a member of that is Dena Tollefson bye bye

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"Luna Moth Love" Part 1 of 2 Green Gold Challenge ASMR Acrylic Painting Demo #GreenGoldChallenge

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"Luna Moth Love" Part 1 of 2 Green Gold Challenge ASMR Acrylic Painting Demo #GreenGoldChallenge

Hello this is Dena Tollefson and welcome to my studio i’m so happy to have you ever here in these days if you are new to my channel thanks so much for joining and in the event you’ve been here earlier than welcome back i hope if you haven’t already you’ll ring that subscription bell so that you can recognize if i will be doing a live movement or will be importing a brand new video I do reside streams twice per week on Tuesdays and Fridays at 10 o’clock relevant time which is let’s have a look at that’s three o’clock GMT so this is the golf green gold undertaking and i hope that you are participating in the green gold undertaking I’ve acquired my green gold correct here and this portray goes to be a luna moth i’ll be using paint brushes I’ve received some residences and a few chisel blenders and a liner brush to sign my identify and that is all acrylic paint so I’ve blended up somewhat titanium white and a few inexperienced gold and now we are going to put this over onto the canvas so the green gold challenge is a enjoyable little assignment that I created and all of the persons who are collaborating and anyone can take part you just put the phrases green gold task into your title and upload your video onto your onto your channel and then the entire videos that i will to find that have the hashtag inexperienced gold assignment or have the words green gold undertaking in the title are going to go into a huge playlist and if you want more understanding about how you can participate i’ve a brief two-minute video on my channel that offers all of the small print of how to do that and for this video right here i am gonna this is my entry for the task and i proposal it will be relatively enjoyable to color the luna moth and i have received just a pencil simply did just a little graphite sketch one luna moth that’s in full flight and an additional little guy off to the facet here who’s just type of twisting and gliding and that’s whatever that’s very characteristic of the luna moth they’re most effective found in North the united states and after they fly they’ve these form of streamers that you see at the backside these long twisting streamers and when they’re flying they’ll twist their physique and twist these streamers so that they are able to confuse their major the foremost predator who is a bat so bats love to devour luna moths it seems that they are very tasty to them and so the luna moth has acquired some these little streamers that it uses to confuse the bat so it is not particularly certain which approach it can be flying and then the luna moth also has these form of neat there are two sets of almost like a false eye or something like a little eye shaped pattern and the luna moth is sometimes called the American Moon Moth so I concept it would be quality to place a moon in my painting just compositionally and then additionally to style of symbolize the title of the of the luna moth and luna referring of direction to the word moon or lunar and i’m just doing hanging a little titanium mild on that get the moon started so here is a little phthalo blue purple coloration and i inspiration I would get the get the sky began with that only a flat American Painter brush and we are going to just begin to dam at the hours of darkness inky sky so luna moths you really simplest see them lively at night time they’re nocturnal and the adult the adult on no account eats once it can be an adult it comes out of its cocoon so at butterflies have chrysalis is and moths have a cocoon so this little cocoon they when they may be little caterpillars they like to devour leaves from the birch timber and from walnut bushes another exceptional bushes and timber they usually they will go into their cocoon and then when they come out they simply reside for one week and so they don’t eat the entire time that they’re a a moth and in its grownup type they’re simply looking to find other moths to mate with and to proceed the lifestyles cycle and the physique of the moth is a type of a white fuzzy furry style of a factor and then they have got these amazing kind of simply shiny gentle limey gold green green gold kind of wings I feel they’re just rather lovely they may be also very tremendous they’re they are able to be as much as four and a half of inches throughout which is lovely significant from off so simply utilising the comb to take that colour and simply get it proper up alongside the edge there we go and i want the moth the smaller moth that i need it to show up in the distance more so and then have the focal point be extra the larger moth and i would like this smaller moth i am gonna paint him with some softer edges to make him believe like he’s receding and i am also gonna be eager about the moon and portray that with a tender part so that it also feels it can be find it irresistible’s more within the distance now this colour that you just see that’s been painted over the complete canvas as yellow ochre and that i tone all of my canvases good perhaps not a hundred percent the vast majority of my canvases I begin with a wash of yellow ochre if for some rationale i have a canvas I must have a white history or something like that but that’s lovely distinctive for me it can be most likely this heat yellow ochre and what that does is that removes the white and slightly bit something yellow ochre will peek through i’m simply utilising a filbert brush so that is a filbert has a smooth rounded facet on it it is obtained the roundness of a circular brush however it’s a flat if you view it from the aspect it can be flat and i am simply making these pleasant soft edges here for our luna moth that is off a bit distance just fine and easy variety of i am letting little bits of the underneath portray show by means of and i am working to get simply relatively gestural marks i would like this to not have i would like it to believe free and gestural so simply letting the paint do its factor come up correct here on the highest the top of the luna moth or the highest by means of wing there may be this fairly style of distinct burgundy color that we will be adding in somewhat even as now as i am working around the moon i’m letting a bits of the white go via and later we are going to come back with some brighter colors to get the feeling that the moon is reflecting light from the solar and it can be giving a appearing as a mild supply in the night time sky just sort of teasing that blue up along the sides of the moon get a bit extra blue there there we go my darken that up it is feeling a little of it inexperienced side with somewhat an excessive amount of of the yellow ochre is peeking via right here we go when i’m hoping that you all got a risk to take part in inexperienced gold venture and green gold is sort of a difficult colour to use and however yet it can be this kind of enjoyable and neat color so i am quite watching forward to seeing all of the distinct ways that each one of fellow youtuber artists are developing with i do know there’s going to be some performance art there’s gonna be paintings and colored pencil drawings and even someone’s going to be doing makeup so it will have to be a neat neat factor to peer the entire special ways that the color can be used so i’m simply scrubbing in somewhat bit I used a colour that I made with yellow ochre and black and white to have in the moon a little little bit of element let’s go in now with slightly bit of this everlasting alizarin crimson and begin to denote that this prime ridge on the highest of the body of the insect I’ve obtained this really best contrast between the green and then this strong daring color at the prime now I’ve received somewhat liner brush and a liner brush is fairly just a circular brush with lengthy bristles that’s meant for element work or I most often use it once I signal my name and these little eye patterns both at the prime of the body and the backside set of wings I suppose marvel if this is probably God made camouflage to spare that negative little luna moth so he can get faraway from from its predators however the bats need to consume whatever so probably when the luna moth is worn out and he’s had the end of his time then probably the luna might be the bat can have him as a snack however it’s variety of sad to think about that bad luna moth falling prey to the bat the myotis so i’m now not taking a what is this that is dioxazine purple and the highest of the eye marks have nearly like eyeliner or anything it’s like a darker bit and the middle’s have white so we are going to put a bit of little bit of this light colour in the center and then i’ll have got to blend these colours so they’re one of a kind methods you can combination of path which you could combination through robotically scrubbing a colour to both remove some of it or scrub it in and another method to blend can be so as to add a different color on prime so i will do type of a hybrid between the 2 i’m gonna do a little mechanical motion right here of the colour round after which add yet another color just to sort of soften that up so they are quite distinctive different approaches to make inexperienced gold I’ve received green gold correct out of the tube and i’m also mixing a green gold by using taking yellow and an extraordinarily tiny tiny quantity of black that can make style of a unusual variation just a little little bit of white right here on the body with pleasant little fluffy body and then the grey that you just see I just blended the gray making use of a little bit little bit of Mars black and a few white and a tiny quantity of yellow ochre to show the stomach or the backside of the luna i suppose it is the abdomen it is the bottom a part of the the torso of the insect i suppose I don’t know what the bottom little section is it can be a bit his little bottom but his little backside type of curves in in and down as he is flying so now I’ve bought only a yellow and i’m gonna just take yellow and restate some of these brighter areas on the insect over the preliminary out of the blue painted yellow ochre that are not yellow go that thinly painted green gold i am just coming again with a bit of little bit of yellow to brighten a few of these areas and now just a little bit of shadow so there’s the highest set of wings and the backside set and there is a bit of a gap between the two and i need to play that up by all I did was just use a darker variant so that might be green gold with a bit only a contact of black or person might use yellow after which and then black as a combo now i will go in and soften this edge by means of simply taking a smooth brush that used to be dipped into water smooth it off after which i will be able to form of unpolluted up the edge through simply scrubbing it out a bit of bit now if I acquired some paint where I didn’t wish it i will be able to always paint over the top so i have somewhat as can see just a little spot there on his physique the white physique i will go back and add just a little add a little touch of white to quilt that however I need to get the these of the moth has got style of fluffy furry however the wings themselves are form of soft and fluffy and furry so I need to sort of get that feeling after which the physique of the moth is very fluffy and furry so I need to get that feeling across via the paint and then one thing that’s fairly attribute between a moth and a butterfly is a butterfly has antennae which might be like somewhat stick with a bit of thing on the finish of little bulb at the finish and that you could always tell a moth from a butterfly when you consider that a moth will have form of a feathery watching the antennae will seem very feathery and and so that is that’s a giant colossal technique to simply tell them when you simply come throughout one and appear at it then that you could tell that means butterfly versus moth so I’ve got I used to used a liner brush to create that little feathery sort of outcomes I first put down a layer of yellow no longer yellow i suppose it was a cad orange medium or cad orange hue and then got here over the top with a bit bit more white plus the cad orange let’s take a little titanium white and our phthalo blue purple color and get that mixed up so the sky may be very dark by means of many of the portray and i love that contrast between the dark inky sky after which the moon but i’m looking to create a transitional area between this inky darkness and show the influence of the moon and the way the moon is interacting with the insects and the bugs are drawn to the moon so I wish to put certain attention on that here’s a exceptional clean dry round brush and i am taking a tiny quantity i’m gonna do a dry brushing technique right here i’m just taking an awfully time so this technique is called scumbling or dry brushing and once I’m doing this i’m simply hanging an awfully small amount of paint on the dry brush in order that brush is not wet at all first after which i will be able to put this paint simply sort of particularly brush it excessive and i will be able to both put it in and scrub it in or just calmly practice it here i’m gonna honestly scrub it in and i’m being careful to no longer put an excessive amount of paint on the brush for those of you who have ever finished stenciling you understand the outcome of that you’ll be able to take a gentle brush and put a very small quantity on striking relatively a little greater than what a person would use for stenciling nevertheless it’s the same style of concept where you you pounce it pounce they paint on after which here figuring out i am putting the phthalo blue red colour that we blended up just now and striking that on so first we have now a teal and then working outward from the moon now the phthalo blue red shade plus white so I wish to get this feeling of the teal is a warmer and lighter color and then figuring out and giving the feeling like the moon is brightening and lightening the sky however getting slightly bit of the colour up on to the insect that is k i will simply you understand put somewhat color over the top of that later i’m particularly more fascinated by getting getting excellent insurance policy and i would like some of the darkish colour to top by means of too so there is kind of an effect that you would be able to get with scumbling this dry brushing that’s distinctive than if the if the brush were at first wet a wet brush that I dipped into the paint is going to offer a entire distinctive mark than a fully dry brush with a spare amount of paint all proper so now an extra clean brush tiny tiny quantity of the teal i will be able to go back in and layer this now that it is dry return and layer that over and a further layer variety of enhance that teal color and fairly give a tender gentle part to the moon i’m going to be going back over with some titanium white in the other course there we go and simply making that tremendous tender so in my painting i am i am imagining that these two luna moths are going to have their love reunion or their love union up within the sky and they’ll be equipped to create more luna moths and that both of them will ward off the bat or if they’ll be a meal for the bat perhaps it’s right on their final day due to the fact they get a couple of week to live might be on the last day and the moth can have a meal but expectantly not too quickly so i am just going back over and restating some of these areas with thee permanent alizarin crimson and now signing my identify utilising cad orange hue and a liner brush well I need to thank every person for becoming a member of and i am hoping that you have had a fun time doing the green intention task and that you can make a version for yourself and end up part of this playlist and i am hoping to do it again this is 2019 i’m hoping to do it again in 2020 so so all people is welcome and and and i am hoping that you’ll participate so here is my finished painting and thanks so much for becoming a member of that is Dena Tollefson bye bye

[ninaahelvar]

Ink and Flowers (1/2)

Summary: When Owen’s mother is desperate for help at her flower shop, he helps out, thinking nothing will come of it. Then, the tattoo artist from across the street comes in, wanting to sketch the flowers. From there, everything becomes more than just ink and flowers. 

AO3

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I know you guys want other fics finished, but I got inspired and wanted to do this. Next update should be in two weeks. Sorry if the delay is long. My birthday is coming up and free time is being taken away by like a dozen different things. Hope you like. xx

When Owen came back from the Navy, there wasn’t much he wanted to do. He worked with animals before, but had no formal training with them, he had his military training but there wasn’t much he could do with that in ordinary life. So, he worked for his mother and father part time, the other times he was working as a personal trainer and training men to work with military dogs.

Pulling up on the bar, hitching his body up and feeling the twinge in his thighs - the pull ups at the gym were getting excessive. Owen couldn’t help it though, he was driving himself in circles when he thought about Charlie Charlie or the dogs at the military training base. He was struggling to find a clear path in his head.

Phone blaring, Owen dropped from the bar and took his way past the mirror. The scars on his skin shone brighter with the glistening sweat drenching his torso. He huffed before he picked up his phone, hearing the frantic breathing of his mother on the other end. “Owen!” she proclaimed, a tone of surprise and joy all in one.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m desperate, are you free?” she gave out a soft and hopeless breath.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, running a towel over the back of his neck, trying to catch the beads of sweat over his body.

“I need someone to run the store for me,” she said, begging with every last word. Owen groaned. His mother flower shop was lovely to visit, but Owen hadn’t run it since he started training for the Navy

“What about -”

His mother quickly interrupted. “Vivian had to go out of town. Your father is still at the hospital and he isn’t taking his medication again and I don’t -”

“Mom, I’ll handle it,” he sighed. His mother sighed on the other end.

“I love you the best. You’re the best son I have,” she said, like she always did. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m your only son. Say I’m your favourite child and I might believe you,” he smiled.

“Sorry, I love you and Elena equally,” she gave a soft giggle, knowing that his mother was never going to pick a favourite of her kids.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen chuckled, gathering up his belonging. He managed to jump in the shower at home before changing into a dark dress shirt and some jeans that had probably worn past their use at this point. Putting on his combat boots he met his mother at the entrance of the shop. She handed him the keys, kissed him on the forehead and left him at the corner shop that was filled with flowers.

Stepping inside was like a perfume store; every smell and fragrance that lingered in the air intoxicating and lovely to walk through walls of different aromas. He had worked the store before, being a nice enough salesperson, but he didn’t care enough to gauge what people were really looking for. Managing to work the afternoon with no uncomfortable conversations and adhering to all his mother’s rules about the shop, even fixing bouquets together on the fly from how he remembered it.

Pushing the cash drawer closed, he smiled to the last customer of the day. He turned the open side over, showing the closed sign out of the door. Owen took the cash from the till, counting it all and putting down everything in the books before going to the safe in the back, stacking away the money. When he was making sure everything was ready to put away, he heard the soft ding of the bell as the door passed it. He crooked his head before closing up the safe. “Viv? Vivian, you in?” a feminine voice called out.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” Owen called, walking back into the main shop, watching as one of the most radiant women walk cautiously into the shop. With a sketchpad hitched underneath her arm, she smiled to Owen. Her hair was the colour of copper with similar coloured freckles scattering her skin. With blue eyes like the ocean in the middle of a storm, the small lift at the edge of her nose and a smile that slayed him, Owen was sold. Gracing her skin, she was covered in tattoos; across her arms, along the side of her neck and most likely littering the rest of her. She looked almost professional, flared trousers that came up just past her hips and a shirt that was tied in at her stomach; whoever this was, she was stunning and Owen was feeling his heart patter like rain on roof.

“Oh, no. I had an agreement with Vivian that I get to sketch here after hours to work on my flower skills. I work at the tattoo parlor across the road,” she explained, biting at the edge of her lip, waiting patiently for Owen to reply.

“I’m Owen, the owner, kinda,” he stammered, rubbing his hands together as she came up and around the counter, sitting on the stool and setting her sketchpad down.

“Nice to meet you, Owen the owner. Kinda,” she winked before she stopped, looking over to Owen, who must have seem flustered and uncomfortable; he really wasn’t sure how this usually worked and he couldn’t exactly ask anyone. “Is it okay if I do this? I mean, Vivian stays with me and watches me work,” she elaborated, showing some of her other sketches. Some of the flowers were in clear view from where she was sitting, others hidden or not on display. Owen noticed one sketch that he had seen before.

“You give Vivian that tattoo on her ankle?” he asked, pointing to the tulip that decorated an entire page in the woman’s sketchpad.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile that made her cheeks beautiful and full.

“You’re welcome here,” he shrugged. She extended her hand to him, a large and detailed image of a fox laid across the backside of her hand, the colours matching that of her hair.

“I’m Claire, by the way,” she greeted and Owen took it, nodding and smiling back to her. Owen decided to clean as she worked on the lavender in front of the desk that day. Claire sat on the stool, her shoulders hunched over and hair falling all around the right side of her neck. Owen tried not to watch her when she swept the floor, but there was a thing she did that had him watching her every time.

When she was trying to get a petal or flower right; she put her pencil in her mouth, rolling the wood across her teeth in frustration. Around her index finger, she curled her hair, the length of it filtering through the remainders of her hand. Eyes focused, she maintained a contact with what she was drawing, as though she was willing it onto paper with sheer intimidation. Then, like an electric shock, she was working once more; pencil out from teeth, fingers no longer playing with hair, now she was focused on the art, that soon turned into a sketch-work-masterpiece.

“I haven’t seen you in at all,” Claire said, half working on a new sketch and half paying attention to Owen. He shrugged as he placed the fallen petals into their bin and rested his hands on the top of the broom, his chin soon meeting against his knuckles.

“My mom owns the store. She was desperate. Dragged me here,” he sighed

Claire glanced up from her sketchpad, smirking as though she knew something he didn’t. “And you just have time to jump when mommy calls?” she jabbed, returning to her art.

“Well, I got discharged from the Navy ‘cause of my bum knee, so I’ve got time on my hands nowadays,” he replied, not letting her words phase him. He had heard similar replies since he was home, so he had hardened to being useless. Sometimes more than others. Claire stopped working to look up at him, a red line rushing over her cheeks and nose.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she grimaced, her own words impacting on her. Owen shrugged again.

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said, lifting from the broom and moving around the desk to lean against it. “I didn’t do much before I joined the Navy, so I haven’t been able to find my legs since being home.”

“Why did you get discharged?” she asked, a timid voice behind her words, as though she was worried she was stepping over the line. Owen folded his arms, sighing but smiling in a way he knew his mother would describe as ‘goofy’.

“That’s a bit of a story,” he said, not wanting to get into the gory details as much. That’s when he felt Claire’s foot nudge against his thigh.

“I’m not going to cringe,” she whispered and Owen chuckled, letting his hands fall to either side of him and grip hard into the desk.

“Me and my unit were supposed to be on a solo mission. We had no back ups because we were the only squad asked to go. If we fail, we die. We got to the location, we were ready and we got out mission completed,” he explained, noticing that Claire was listening and waiting for the story. She tapped his leg once more, eager to hear the rest.

“But?”

Owen signed, watching his feet and not wanting to raise his eyes to Claire. “We didn’t anticipate the amount of guys we had to get through on the way out. We got hit with an IED. I got thrown. Knee was ruined. It was my last tour,” he chewed on his bottom lip. “I got discharged ‘cause I couldn’t pass my physical. But I had pushed myself to do it, so my captain has put in a word to see if I can make it up,” he explained, finally looking up to Claire. She tilted her head.

“Are you considering going back?” she asked, a small amount of concern in her voice.

“I have no idea at this point,” he shrugged. Then, there was a loud alarm blaring. Claire scrambled for her purse, grabbing at her phone and turning off the alarm.

“Shit, I gotta go!” she swore, grabbing her sketchpad and rushing past Owen.

“It was good meeting -” he started as the bell rang and the image of her woman was gone. “you,” he finished, picking up the broom and finished up the floor. As he was reading to shut up the shop for the late afternoon, the bell suddenly rang again. Owen perked up to see Claire half peeking in through the door.

“You too, Owen,” she smiled before rushing off again. Owen chuckled, shaking his head and continuing locking up.

Owen found that every moment he was meant to be at the gym, he was now at his mother’s shop, helping out when he really wasn’t needed. Every other day Claire would stop into the shop, drawing and chatting with Vivian and Owen. Sometimes she’d just come in to talk and joke with them. It was becoming a habit and Owen loved it. There were days where Owen had to work with clients and work with the dogs, and he would feel guilty for missing his days at the shops - even though there was someone already there. Anyone who wasn’t him and took care of the shop was not good enough. And he knew damn well why he felt that way.

“You’re working here more often, Mister Grady,” Vivian mentioned that afternoon, as Owen adjusted the roses in front of the counter.

“Vivian, don’t you dare,” he commented, though he smiled to himself.

“I didn’t say anything,” Vivian giggled. “Just maybe a certain tattoo artist is making you hang around,” she teased, tickling at Owen’s sides. He raised his eyebrows, staring Vivian down playfully when the door’s bell rang and the two smiled.

“Hey guys!” Claire beamed, an odd outfit on for the day. She wore shorts, which was very unusual, but as his eyes investigated, the clingwrap that hugged her thigh told him everything; she had a new tattoo.

“How’s the new tattoo going?” Vivian asked, Owen taking the money from the till to the back room like he always did, dictating in the books the new amount that day. Owen came back around the corner, leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms. The women talked away.

“I only got it done today. Wanted to drop by and say hi before heading off,” Claire smiled, tying up her hair in a lazy bun. She seemed tired, the session must have been long enough for Claire to become exhausted.

“I bet it looks amazing,” Vivian beamed. Claire huffed as she put her hands on her hips.

“And how is our soldier? Silent today,” she remarked, looking at Owen. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Got a lot on my mind,” he said as the bell rang to the shop and a whirlwind of noise came flooding in - in particular, the sound of a dog panting, barking and sniffing all the flowers. Owen jumped off from the frame and raced over to Barry who led in the excited pup. “Wow, Barry, I didn’t realise you were bringing Trixie in today,” he said, greeting his friend. The two shared a small embrace before Owen bent down to Trixie. She was a growing German Shepherd, a thick fur coat with a gorgeous face that beamed with excitement.

“Sorry man, house wasn’t keeping her there long enough,” Barry explained and Owen nodded, scratching behind Trixie’s ear. He gave a sharp whistle between his teeth and the dog sat down patiently, wagging her tail in an eager display of willpower. Owen grinned before clicking his fingers and the dog jumped up, licking his face. She was only young after all, so he let things slide with her.

“Who’s this?” Claire interrupted as Barry extended his hand.

“Barry.”

“I meant the dog,” Claire remarked before laughing a little. She took Barry’s hand. “I’m joking. Claire. I work across the road,” she told him. But who is this wonderful puppy here?”

“Trixie. She’s a military dog. Been training her for a while,” Owen said as Claire bent down at his side. Trixie started to jump up at Claire when Owen whistled and Trixie sat back down.

“You train military dogs?” Claire asked as they both rose up. Owen tucked his hands into his pockets before shrugged.

“In my off time.”

“What else do you do in your off time?” Claire challenged, crossing her arms.

“Personal trainer,” Owen said, untucking his hands and scratching the back of his head.

“Plays a mean round of pool too,” Barry shot out. Owen’s brow narrowed, then he realised what his friend was doing. Since coming home, Owen hadn’t dated anyone, hadn’t even considered dating anyone. And Barry must have sensed something, known something.

“I’ve been told I can beat anyone at pool. Where do you want to go? I know Ricky’s has a small table,” Claire offered, a challenge waiting in that smile of hers.

“Owen has his own full-table,” Vivian interrupted and Owen clenched his jaw.

“I’ll have to show you one of these days,” he said before anyone else could make a fool of him. Claire bit at her lip before nodding.

“It’s a date,” she said, Owen feeling the beat of his heart like an electric wave - the quickening of flowed through his body, making him feel new and alive. An alarm blared from Claire’s phone. 5pm on the dot. She scrambled to stop it and furrowed her brow. “Shit, I gotta go,” she remarked, waving to everyone and patting Trixie’s head.

It was a week or so later when Claire finally confronted Owen on the date that he had promised. They agreed to keep it casual, just hang out at his and call it a night around 11pm. There was an unspoken agreement to not mention why she would leave but they both knew it was the right thing to do. Meeting at his at 7pm was the plan, to just have dinner, play a little pool and let them both be free of any mistakes they might make that night. Instead of his dinner and cooking skills going to plan, he almost set fire to his kitchen. Letting the remains of the poor unfortunate meal he was planning, he quickly rang up the Chinese restaurant just down the street and begged for them to hurry it over.

It was 7:30 when Claire managed to get there, in a fluster as she got to the door. “Sorry, I thought I might have to cancel and a lot of other mess,” she said walking in, barely letting Owen register what she was wearing. In a green dress that had string straps hugged at her bodice before giving her room from her waist onwards. Across her chest, and at the top of one of her knees leading up to her thighs, she was showcasing a range of tattoos with bizarre styles to artistic to a classic form of tattooing. Owen would have to ask her about some of them soon.

“All good,” he shrugged. Claire tossed her hair over her shoulder before she looked at Owen.

“You fucked up dinner didn’t you?” she said, both noticing the faint smell of burnt food lingering in the air. He chuckled.

“A little.”

“Chinese?”

“Already got it covered.”

“Genius,” she smiled before setting down her purse.

The Chinese food arrived a little while later and as for surprises, Claire kept hitting him in the gut with them. She settled on the floor in front of the TV, resting her plate on the coffee table as she ate through her dinner. Owen sat down opposite her, smiling and blissfully aware that this night was happening and it was everything he wanted it to be.

“Did you work with dogs when you were fighting?” Claire asked, taking a bite from her spring roll. Owen dusted his hands.

“Yeah. A couple of different ones. Most other people’s. But I had my own,” he recalled, leaning back on his hands with his legs outstretched. He felt comfortable talking to Claire, which was very weird.

“How many dogs did you work with?” she asked, covering her mouth as she talked.

“I was in a special unit so we always had a dog with us. We worked with around twelve dogs. Some were more permanent than others,” he said, Claire’s eyes widening.

“Did they -”

“Oh, no. We never saw our dogs get too badly injured, but some of them retired or got injured in a spot that prevented them from doing their job efficiently. Some were only training so, we swapped around a bit,” he corrected and Claire gave a sigh, dusting her own hands, both plates bare.

“How was working with them, though?”

“Dogs are loyal but they’re an incredibly big target,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

“The people we fight, they know about the dogs. They will find out what kind of dog it is and have a price out for it. People, not just the other side, but civilians will target the dogs for the reward. We’ve gotta be real careful when we train them and use them,” he explained, remembering days when covering your dog was more important than any other mission because they had done it so many times before. “They’re your lifeline.”

“Did you ever use one?”

“Yeah,” Owen smiled. “I didn’t tell you what I am.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Navy SEAL,” he remarked and Claire gave out a surprised scoff. “My dog, Charlie Charlie, she was my best friend and my ultimate life-saver,” Owen remembered. Times when he was at his worst, scared and feeling alone in the middle of chaos, he had Charlie Charlie there to be his everything.

“What happened?”

“I got out. She didn’t,” Owen shrugged. Claire was visibly taken aback by that and Owen corrected himself quickly. “She’s still on active duty and it’s killing me being away from her.”

Claire sighed, tucking hair behind her ear. “How much longer does she have?”

“Another year or so. Though, I’ve heard she’s stopped taking orders so she’s probably going to retire soon,” Owen said, stretching out his neck that had become stiff.

“Why wouldn’t she…” Claire started before it seemed to click. “She misses you.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Some dogs are incredibly loyal. Meaning, they won’t take orders from just anyone. Charlie Charlie took orders from me. Now I’m the only person she’s going to listen to.”

“Must be tough,” she said, sympathising with him. He smiled back to her timidly.

“It sucks, yeah.”

Drinking another bottle of beer, and joking with one another, they finally managed to rise from the floor and Owen showed her the pool table that was held in the back room for the space alone. Claire bit at her lip before going over to the cues. “So, you wanna play?” she beamed.

“Thought that was the point of tonight,” Owen said going behind Claire and following her to the rack of cues. She grabbed at a cue before Owen came behind her, taking hold of the stick and slipping it from her hand. “Ah, mine,” he said over her shoulder. She turned, a spark of excitement echoed across her eyes.

“Oh, picky are we?”

“About a few things,” Owen shrugged and Claire tugged on another cue as Owen walked around to the other side of the table.

“Want to play for something a little more than just winning a game?” she tempted and Owen stopped, holding onto his cue tightly.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked, watching as Claire tilted her head and suddenly leaned across the table.

“If I win, you have to lie down on this table and I get to do whatever I want to you,” she said, a wicked smile pressing to the edge of her lips. “If you win, you can do anything you want to me,” she said as her hand skimmed over the green fabric. Owen felt his cock twitch. She was good at temptation and he knew she was keenly aware. Biting his lip, he clutched at the cue once more before his eyes tightened on her. Claire took in a sharp breath.

“Why not get the game out of the way? We both want this to happen,” he asked before Claire battered her eyelashes.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Then, the game got interesting beyond what they had already bargained. Owen and Claire had both played well for the first three balls before they both got crafty - distracting the other in some way or another. Once, as Owen prepared to shoot, he watched as Claire ran her tongue up the cue, her eyes barely lifting from his. Owen kept his eyes on hers as he shot the ball, it skipping past one of Claire’s and sinking directly into the pocket in the corner. Claire huffed as her turn came up, sinking her ball. It became habit to just skim past each, teasing and distracting every way they could.

Then, Owen snuck the eightball with two of Claire’s balls still remaining on the table. Owen put his cue back on the rack, walking around the table to try to get to Claire. She avoided him, their bodies orbiting the table. “I win,” Owen reminded, raising his brow.

“You lied about how good you were,” Claire said, her cue fitting up against Owen’s.

“Never said anything about how good I was. I think the phrase Barry used was ‘he plays a mean round’. I count that as mean,” Owen reminded her. Then, everything in him screamed for her, begged for her to come to him. He wasn’t going to move; she was his in this moment and he was going to have her how he wanted her. He gestured to her, one finger softly beckoning her to him. “Here. Now.” It wasn’t a question; it was a demand, and he wanted it met. Claire bit at her lip, taking her time in going to Owen. The guttural sound that vibrated at the back of his throat was unexpected, but he watched her with heated eyes and she finally made her way to him.

“So, what are you going to do to me?” she asked as she stood in front of him. She seemed so much smaller now, her nature and confidence not wavering, but she seemed to buckle under his gaze. He twirled his finger, making her turn around. Claire complied, like she had no control over herself; she was willingly doing as she was told.

It was like a daze of thoughts - everything all at once and yet nothing seemed real. He was really getting to do whatever he liked to her. Owen flipped up her dress revealing the black lace underwear that hid beneath. Owen pushed on her lower back, forcing her down onto the table gently. Taking his fingers, he ran the lace down her legs and she stepped out of them quickly. As Owen’s pace was slow, he was so tempted to taste her, have her exactly the way he intended, but something in him pulled him to ask.

“You sure about this?” he whispered as he bent over her and whispered in her ear. His cock was hardening now, lining the seam of his pants and pressing into her. Claire nodded with a small whine following. “Legs,” he demanded. She stepped to the side, letting herself be spread up just that little bit more. His hand rounded the curve of her ass, her soft skin so tempting - his hand smacked against it and Claire gasped, as though she wasn’t quite expecting the pleasure of it. The red mark came up quickly, his hand leaving a perfect sign that she was his.

Licking his fingers, Owen ran them over Claire’s folds, already wet with anticipation, but as soon as his fingers slid over her, Claire’s hips raised - expecting more. Unbuckling his pants, he took his length into his hand, stroking it lightly before running his tip over Claire’s heated cunt. Claire rose up on her hands as Owen started to fill her with his length. She was warm and as she rocked back, she was more than inviting. Hitting each other in a soft movement, she welcomed him fully, though she was panting more than he expected. With how Claire was going, he expected her to be composed and trying her hardest not to see effected by him - instead, she was shaking slightly, visibly enjoying herself.

Holding onto her waist, his other hand slid up her back, fingers loosely tracing the lines of her tattoos. Taking hold of her shoulder, Owen began thrusting into Claire with everything he had. Claire whimpered and moaned with every few thrusts, the way their bodies moved together made everything like ecstasy - intoxicating and mind-blowing. Every thrust was to the hilt, their bodies meeting together in a display of passion - they needed as much pleasure as possible. Owen gripped hard into her hair, forcing Claire up and holding onto the rail of the table. Kissing along the length of her neck and cheek, it dawned on Owen that the two hadn’t kissed at all; yet this all felt right.

Claire panted, her hand reaching down to her clit, beginning to stroke it. Owen grunted, forcing his hand in her place. Her fingers were rough, and he teased at her. Claire buckled, needing the railing once more as Owen’s fingers began playing with her more and more. Claire suddenly reached for Owen’s wrist, not because she wanted him to stop, because she was getting close to her climax. Her nails ground into his arm, an overwhelmingly brilliant pain that just fucking worked enough to push Owen harder.

Taking a sudden gasp in, Claire’s hips forcing back into Owen’s, her orgasm broke beautifully. Sweat glistened on her shoulders as she moaned and chuckled out in surprise, bliss just radiating through her. Owen didn’t stop his fingers or the way his cock filled her each time their skin met - her next orgasm following quickly and unexpectedly. That’s when Owen couldn’t take it anymore; when Claire’s head fell back, or pleasure took over her, he never got to see her. He wanted to see her and for her to know it was all him.

Leaving her beautiful warmth, he took Claire around and settled her on the rail of the table. Claire took up her dress and threw it across the room. As she unclasped her bra, Owen marvelled at her decorated skin; every piece of art hidden by clothing was fine art on even finer art. Her hands grabbed at Owen’s shirt, beginning to unbutton it when she stopped, tracing her fingers over the tattoo that was on his chest.

“You’ve been hiding this from me,” Claire said, smiling. Owen ripped his shirt open, showing the tattoos littering his skin.

“These,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss Claire. It was rough and needy, teeth biting and nipping. It was the exact fire that Owen thought they would have; perfect and filled with adrenaline.

“I’m gonna kill you for hiding these,” she muttered as Owen pulled her closer, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. Claire soon found the tattoos that littered Owen’s back. “Wait, let me -”

“Later. I’m busy,” he mumbled, biting at her breast and slowly sinking into her again. Claire had no choice in concentrating on his tattoos, her head had already fallen back. Owen let his mouth stay on her breast, biting and nipping at her, sucking at her nipples whenever he got the chance. Claire purred when Owen lightly bit on her nipple, her legs forcing his hips in tighter to her.

Their hips met in a flurry of want and need. Claire’s hips bucked to meet with Owen’s, both impatient as the other. Owen kissed Claire again, as he thrust into her harder. It became harder for them both to maintain themselves, pushing, clawing, biting just to get each other off. Owen could feel Claire’s chest fluttering faster, gasping and moaning more than before. She was going come and he knew that it was going have her shaking and buckling. Claire’s nails dragged over his skin, crying out in pleasure, her body trying to gain friction, but she was just riding out her pleasure as best as she could.

The table was becoming an unwelcome component to their rhythm. Every time Owen wanted to go harder or faster with Claire, she would almost slip from the railing and Owen would have to pull her in and start again. It was becoming messy and uncoordinated. Owen just wanted to fucked Claire how he wanted to fuck her. And this damn table railing wasn’t helping in the slightest.

Owen groaned, taking himself from Claire once more before kicking off his pants and jumping up on the table. Claire laughed, moving herself around to the centre of the table. Owen found himself right back where he wanted to be inside her, their bodies meeting in a wonderful rhythm of sin. Claire giggled more, enjoying herself and the pleasure she was feeling. Owen just couldn’t stop smiling. There was something sensual about what they were doing - obviously - but, they focused on each other, the happiness that being together had them in.

This position, however, gave Owen the perfect view of the beauty underneath him; watching her every time his cock pressed in deep inside her. Every time she wanted to feel something more, her chest lifted and fell back on the table with frustration, immediately masked by pleasure. Her face would turn to the table when she wanted to hide the smiles she couldn’t bear to show him. When he saw her like that, he would kiss up her neck, letting his tongue linger on her skin. They linked their fingers, holding on tight as Owen breathed heavily into Claire’s shoulder. Her nails pierced the back of his hand as she held on.

Owen knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and when he felt Claire’s body crave his, he knew they weren’t going to last long at all. They were rocking back and forth, pushing and thrust as hard and fast as they could, begging their bodies to get them to the end. Skin feeling like it was fire and electric, Owen felt Claire’s orgasm, the way her walls clamped down on his cock just wanting it that much more. It took no less than four thrusts to have him spiraling through Claire, his climax reached and he spilled inside of her. Claire’s hips circled, riding them both out of their climaxes.

It had been some time, just lying on the pool table that would forever remind him of that night. They were wrapped up with one another, Claire’s leg laying over his hip and Owen’s arm draped over her back. Claire’s fingers circled around tattoos and scars, asking him about the certain tattoos that her had. Some were old, from when he was a teenagers, some from when he first joined and others from different countries that he visited. Claire’s finger traced over a lined scar at the base of his ribs. “Tell me about this one,” Claire asked.

“Stabbed,” he told her, gracing his fingers over the scar line. “When you do what I do, you have to be prepared to do whatever it takes. Getting stabbed was a requirement of taking down a pretty bad dude.” Claire winced. Owen chuckled and kissed her crown.

“And this one?” Her fingers traced a scar hidden by a tattoo. It was circular and was hidden by a moon, just a little larger than the old scar.

“Shot in combat about two years ago,” he said as Claire’s hand tried finding more scars to ask about.

“And what about -”

“Enough talking from you,” Owen groaned, pulling Claire into him and tickling her. She started to squeal and kick her legs, trying to push off from Owen but lost terrible.

“No! Stop!” she cried out in between her laughter and Owen watched as she smiled brighter than ever before. How did he get so lucky?

“I want to keep seeing you,” Owen murmured. Claire hummed, curling up alongside him again.

“I come to the store nearly every day,” she reminded. “You can pick me up every day you see me.”

“I’m gonna be there everyday from now on, I hope you know that,” he said as Claire tilted her head up towards his.

“I was counting on it,” Claire chuckled before they kissed once more.