#im in fucking LOVE with this brush (The Good Pen)

[manmuncher777]

hihi love your work in filthy with dante! wondering if I could request a tattoo artist!dante x fem reader? no specific request other than pure filth :))

excited to see what you cook up!! >;)

Hello my love!!! Thank you so much im so glad you liked it, and of course I can!! When I tell you I had so much fun writing this. I hope you enjoy xxx

FIRST TIME

Dante Sparda x reader SMUT MDNI

You were already regretting wearing a short skirt.

The leather of the couch stuck to the back of your thighs as you shifted, trying to sit like a normal, composed adult while he leaned back behind the counter, spinning a pen between his fingers like he had all the time in the world.

Dante Sparda.

He wasn’t what you expected when you called the studio asking for an appointment. The rough, husky voice on the phone matched the image in your head—sure—but seeing him in person? Way worse. Or better. Depending on how many brain cells you had left to rub together.

Silver hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed. A cigarette behind one ear. Tattoos peeking out from the open collar of his black button-up. One ring on his thumb, one on his pinky, and a cocky smile that was probably illegal in several countries.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, voice like velvet-coated sin. “What are we thinkin’? Name? Flower? Something cute to match the lip gloss?”

You blinked, nearly choking on your spit. “Um—wha—no. Not a name. It’s… it’s just a little symbol. Something small. Meaningful.”

“Mysterious.” He grinned, sliding a notepad toward you, long fingers brushing yours. “Show me what you’re thinkin’.”

You handed him your shitty sketch, and he nodded like it wasn’t the most amateur thing he’d ever seen. His thumb dragged slowly along the edge of the paper, gaze flicking from the design to your bare thigh as you tried not to fidget.

“Inner thigh, huh?” he asked, like he already knew the answer. “Pretty bold placement for your first.”

You swallowed. “I wanted it… close. Private.”

“Mm.” His smile widened, eyes sharp beneath those lashes. “Let me guess—you like the thrill. Somethin’ that gets your heart racin’. Little danger, little pleasure.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except a breathy “maybe.”

His chair creaked as he leaned forward, all inked arms and hungry eyes.

“Come in tomorrow night,” he said, tone lower now. “After hours. We’ll get it just right. Take our time.”

Your heart skipped. “After hours?”

“Sure. You’ll be my last of the day.” His eyes dropped to your legs, a glint in them you couldn’t ignore. “I like takin’ my time with pretty things.”

You left the studio twenty minutes later, heart pounding, thighs pressed tight, and your name scribbled in black ink on the studio calendar.

Friday, 8 PM. Dante—after hours.

You already knew this tattoo would ruin you.

The bell above the studio door jingled softly as you stepped inside, your sandals clicking against the worn hardwood. The place was dim, cozy—lit mostly by warm overhead lights and the glow of a neon devil sign hanging in the corner. The air smelled like clean leather and something smoky, something expensive.

“Evenin’, sweetheart.”

Dante’s voice floated from the back room before he even appeared. You barely had a second to prepare before he stepped out, stretching like he’d just woken up from a nap. His black tee clung to him like a second skin, revealing the sharp cut of his torso, and his silver hair was messy in the artfully fucked-up kind of way.

“Y-you’re here alone?” you asked, setting your bag down on the little couch in the corner.

He smirked, locking the door behind you with a loud click. “Course. Told you this was a private session. You nervous, princess?”

Your stomach flipped.

“A little,” you admitted, smoothing your hands over the hem of your skirt. It was too short. You knew that. But you also knew exactly what you were doing.

Dante’s gaze dropped for a second—slow, deliberate—before he turned and headed for his station. “That’s normal. I’ll take good care of you.”

You swallowed hard, watching him move around the space with lazy confidence, setting up the machine, pulling out fresh needles, arranging the ink caps. He whistled as he worked, glancing over at you every so often.

“You bring the design?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, stepping over and handing him the refined sketch he’d drawn up at the consultation. Your fingers brushed, just for a second, and his eyes caught yours with that same sharp, hungry glint.

“Perfect,” he murmured, lips curling. “Let’s get that stencil prepped.”

He took his time, dragging the design through transfer paper, swiping alcohol onto the inside of your thigh where the tattoo would go. His fingers were warm, gloved, but the touch was intimate—his thumb lingering longer than necessary as he looked up at you from his crouched position.

“This okay?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded, heartbeat rattling in your ears. “Yeah. Just… sensitive there.”

“Mm. Lucky me.” He smirked again, standing back up and tossing the stencil paper to the side. “Lay back when you’re ready. Won’t bite.”

You weren’t so sure about that.

As you climbed onto the chair, lying back with your leg bent open just enough for him to work, you caught his gaze flicking back to your mouth, your throat, your thighs.

And when he leaned in with the stencil, brushing it carefully onto your skin, he whispered, “Gotta keep real still for me now, sweetheart. Wouldn’t wanna mess up my art.”

The air crackled with tension. Every breath felt too loud. And you knew—deep down—you were already in so much trouble.

You laid back on the leather chair, thigh slightly turned to give him access, breath catching as Dante sat between your legs, gloves snapping on with a smirk that sent heat straight to your core.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, flipping the machine on. The low buzz filled the room, making your spine tighten.

“Y-Yeah,” you breathed, trying to look anywhere but at his face. His stupidly hot, sharp-jawed, half-lidded face.

“You’re doing good already, and I haven’t even touched you,” he chuckled, eyes dropping to your thigh. “This’ll sting at first, but I promise I’ll make it quick and clean.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Your heart thudded, and not just from nerves. The position—the way his body brushed against your knee as he leaned in, how his breath ghosted over your skin, how close his hands were to everything dangerous—was making it impossible to breathe.

And then—

The needle pressed in.

Your fingers clenched the edges of the chair as the buzz crawled up your leg. It wasn’t unbearable. But it wasn’t nothing, either. Especially not with the way Dante was holding you still, his free hand firm on your thigh, palm wide and warm.

“There we go,” he said, voice lower now, something smooth sliding beneath it. “Takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ. Told you you’d be perfect for me.”

A whimper crawled up your throat—choked down fast.

The buzz continued, dancing over your skin in a steady rhythm. Every time he shifted, every time his arm brushed your leg, you felt it. The vibrations weren’t just in your thigh now. They traveled. Warm. Deep. Aching.

“You’re shivering,” he noted after a minute, tilting his head without pausing his work. “That nervous still?”

You opened your mouth—yes, that was the safe answer—but he cut you off with a quiet hum, like he already knew.

His fingers tightened just slightly on your skin.

“Feels kinda good though, doesn’t it?” he murmured, not looking up. “Little vibration. Little pain. You’re squeezin’ that seat like I’m doin’ something worse.”

Your face flamed. “I-I’m fine,” you lied, breath coming quick.

Dante smiled lazily, tongue grazing his teeth as he glanced up at you. “Mmm. Sure you are.”

The machine kept buzzing. His hands never stopped. But now he was watching you more than the stencil, gauging every flutter of your lashes, every sharp breath, every twitch of your thighs.

And beneath it all, that cocky, teasing glint stayed in his eyes—like he knew.

Like he knew exactly how wet you were getting from this.

The buzzing finally stopped, leaving the room in a heavy, weighted silence. Your pulse still throbbed in your thighs, heart hammering in your chest as Dante leaned back to admire his work, tongue pressed to his cheek in approval.

“You killed it, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick, like he’d just smoked you in.

You tried to nod, tried to offer a smile, but your brain was swimming. You could still feel the echo of the vibrations deep between your legs. Still feel the warmth of his hands. Still feel how close he’d gotten—how close he still was.

Dante set the machine down and reached for the wrap, leaning back in. His gloved fingers skimmed your inner thigh, brushing just a little too high on accident—or maybe not.

But it was enough.

You gasped. Sharp. Involuntary. A pathetic little moan bubbling out before you could swallow it.

And everything snapped.

Dante froze.

Slowly, his eyes lifted to meet yours. They were darker now. Hungrier. “…You moaned.”

Your lips parted, embarrassment flooding your face. “I didn’t—”

“Yeah you did,” he said, voice low, velvet-smooth and wicked. He stood, peeled off his gloves, and let them drop to the tray with a quiet snap. “You’ve been squirming in that chair for the past hour. I thought maybe you were just a little sensitive.”

He stepped closer.

“But now I know,” he murmured, hand coming to grip the edge of the chair beside your head as he leaned over you, “you’ve been dripping wet this whole time, haven’t you?”

You whimpered, back arching slightly.

His other hand trailed up your exposed thigh again, this time deliberate. Confident. Claiming.

“Jesus,” he hissed through his teeth when his fingers brushed the damp cotton between your legs. “You’re soaked.”

Your hands flew to his chest, but not to push him away. You tugged him closer, thighs parting instinctively.

“You gonna let me fuck you right here in this chair, baby?” he asked, nose brushing your cheek. “That what you’ve been wanting?”

You nodded fast—shameless, frantic.

Dante groaned, his mouth crashing to yours. His hands were rough now, hungry, pulling at the waistband of your skirt, yanking it down as you kicked your sneakers off the sides of the chair.

“Could’ve told me earlier,” he growled against your lips. “Would’ve had you sittin’ on my cock while I tattooed you.”

He dropped to his knees, dragged your panties down with his teeth, eyes locked on your soaked core. “Fuck. Pink little pussy—so pretty for me.”

Your fingers gripped the back of the chair, breath ragged. “Dante—”

He didn’t let you speak. He buried his face between your thighs, tongue working you over with such filthy, open-mouthed hunger that your head hit the leather with a loud thud. It was messy, wet, his stubble scraping your skin just right as his hands gripped your thighs like a man starved.

And when he finally stood again, licking his lips, undoing his belt?

You already knew you weren’t walking out of that shop without at least one more mark on your body—and it wasn’t going to be the tattoo.

The chair scraped behind you as Dante grabbed your waist and spun you around like you weighed nothing. Before you could catch your breath, he had you bent over the workbench—palms flat on the cold steel, tits pressing into scattered ink caps and a few loose sketch pages.

“Don’t move,” he said, voice a rasp just above a growl.

You didn’t even breathe. His hand slid up your spine, slow, rough, until he was fisting your hair and pulling your head back just enough to whisper in your ear.

“God, look at you… still twitchin’ from the tattoo and now I got you bent over my fuckin’ table like a goddamn reward.”

You moaned, clenching around nothing.

Your skirt was already gone. Your panties? Still hanging off one ankle like some pathetic afterthought. And Dante didn’t bother taking his jeans all the way off—just enough to free his cock, heavy and leaking as he dragged it between your folds with a low hiss.

“You feel that?” he muttered, rubbing the head right against your soaked entrance. “How fuckin’ needy you are for it?”

“Please,” you gasped, the word cracking on your tongue.

“Yeah, baby? You want it that bad?” He pressed in—just the tip—and then pulled back, just to make you wail. “Then beg for it.”

“Dante, I—I need it, I can’t—”

“You can,” he growled, slapping your ass so hard it echoed off the brick walls. “You’ve been dripping for me since I turned the machine on. You can take every inch.”

And then he slammed into you.

Your cry was ragged, face twisted against the steel as he buried himself to the hilt, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other stayed tangled in your hair.

“Fuck, baby—tight little thing, grippin’ me like you own me.”

He started to move, and it was vicious. Deep, punishing thrusts that shoved the table an inch every time he bottomed out. The slap of skin was obscene. The sound of you whining his name? Even worse.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty bent over my bench like this,” Dante panted, hips snapping. “Makin’ a fuckin’ mess on my floor—gonna have to mop it up later.”

You sobbed, arching, body trembling from overstimulation and pleasure so intense it hurt.

And then his hand slid down. Fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, and you nearly collapsed.

“Yeah,” he hissed, “that’s it, baby. Come for me. All over my cock. Right here, where anyone could walk in and see you bein’ such a good little slut.”

You shattered.

Legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as you came around him, thighs soaked and body limp—but Dante didn’t stop. He chased his own release, slamming into you harder, filth pouring from his mouth.

“Gonna fuck you stupid—gonna ruin that new tattoo—god fuck, I’m close—”

And with a low growl, he came deep inside you, holding you down to the workbench as he pulsed, cock twitching, breath hot against your neck.

For a long second, there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and tattoo ink bottles rattling from the aftershocks.

Then his lips pressed to your ear.

“So… when you comin’ back for your second piece, sweetheart?”

[emeraldgreenbeautiesstu]

written for this request : matt x hooters girl, i’m thinking the triplets are recurring customers that only come to see her because matt thinks she’s hot. (pls pls pls pls! make it smutty!)

warnings : dom!matt, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), oral (male receiving) degradation, public (kinda?) sex.

lowercase intended.

a/n : this is my first time writing smut so right now i'm just testing out the waters, thanks for the request! and as always, feedback is appreciated!

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y/n had been working at a hooters in la for about four months and it was definitely an interesting job. and it paid good. she tended to rack up the most tips out of all of her coworkers, being the hottest one. She had double d’s and a nice ass, as well as sunkissed skin, and caramel brown hair. she was used to old shriveled patrons hitting on her by now, but she wasn't used to younger people coming in as much. but recently, a group of three men had been coming in about once a week for about a month and a half now, and the change of scenery was a big step up from the wrinkly perverts who she typically served. she recognized the boys to be youtubers, the sturniolo triplets. y/n had never watched their videos, but she knew enough about them to know they post the videos in their car, and that 12 year old girls go crazy over them.

y/n was nearing the end of her shift with only two hours left, when the hot regulars walked in. she found them all attractive, but the quiet one was her favorite. she watched as they sat in her section as they always do, smiling to herself. y/n made her way to their table, swaying her hips and making her tits bounce slightly as she pulled out her notepad and pen. it was a tactic she used to get more tips. “hey yall, welcome to hooters! can i get yall something to drink?” her sweet southern accent rang out.

the one she recognized to be nick spoke up saying, “i'll have a dr. pepper, and they'll have pepsis.” he said, pointing to his brothers. y/n noticed the one she recognized as matt had moved his hand to his pants, readjusting as he tried not to look at her. she smiled, loving the effect she had on him. shed be lying if she said she didnt think about him fucking her.

“ sure honey, ill be right back with that.” she walked away, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush matts arm with her hip as she walked away.

time had past and the boys had gotten their food. y/n had passed their table, after teasing matt all night, brushing his hand as she gave him refills, hitting his shoulder when she laughed, etc. she soon noticed that matt had gotten up behind her. “im sorry did i forget something?” she said, turning around.

“something like that.” he grumbled, motioning for her to follow him as he walked past her. he led her to the back room, and pinned her against the wall, hands on either side of her head. “if you wanna act like a little slut all night, ill treat you like one.” he growled, not breaking eye contact. the breath hitched in y/ns throat, as she nodded. he broke away to lock the door. “knees.” matt said, sitting in a chair and manspreading, the bulge in his tight pants was extremely visible. she nodded, clenching her legs before getting on her knees, feeling matts gaze burning her skin. she unbuckled his belt, looking up to meet his eyes. she undid his pants and moved his boxers, his dick springing up to hit his stomach. he was big. “how bad do you want it sweetheart.” he inquired with his boston accent more prominent on the word 'sweetheart'.

“bad. so so bad.” y/n said, reaching for his aching member. she wrapped a hand around it, slowly pumping up and down his full length. matt got impatient. he grabbed her hair by the base of her ponytail, pushing her mouth onto his dick.

“you're such a slut y/n. working here with your tits on display? you know all the men here are starin, and you love it you whore. now you're blowing a costumer in the breakroom.” he growled, watching her pump up and down on his dick, his grip on her ponytail tight as he helped her bob. “s’pretty.”

he released into her mouth and she pulled off, starting to spit when matt said. “nup, good girls swallow it.” she did what she was told. she wanted to be a good girl. matt immediately pulled her up from the floor to a standing position, moving her to the wall once more. y/n stood dripping, when matt ripped her tiny shorts off, revealing no underwear. he smirked, seeing how soaked he was. “so wet already?”

“matt i need you.” she moaned out, taking matt by surprise. with no more words, he picked her up by her thighs and slammed into her, feeling her walls stretch. she yelped at the feeling, not even attempting to muffle her sounds as he aggressively thrusted in and out. after minutes of him absolutely rocking her shit, she moaned out “matt i- im gonna cum” the tension in her stomach having little to no give.

"you cum when i say you cum." he said, continuing to pound into her. he came again, pumping it into her. "dont wanna waste it now do we sweetheart?" he asked, realizing y/ns eyes were closed and her head was back. she responded with a weak 'mhm', he grabbed her chin with his thumb and index, pulling her face down to meet his. "answer me." he growled.

"no, we dont wanna waste it." she spat out. she came all over his dick, moaning as she couldnt hold it in any longer. they snapped out of their high when they heard a fist pounding on the door.

"whos in there!" the manager of the store shouted through the door.

shit.

a/n : tbh, probs could've done better but oh well! 🎀

[gingerteafairy]

girl never stop writing todd haynes fics im obsessed. esp 'third wheel payback' soso good i love a comic reader fic <3

funny you say that right as i was finishing this one hssowiejsnsk wrote it after seeing an adorable edit of todd with every man gets his wish by lana del rey on tiktok and i religiously saw it everyday multiple times ❤️‍🩹

spiderman milkshake (todd haynes x reader)

Who said comics can't help on a date?

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, waitress!reader, comic references, language, fingering, dry humping, kinks. word count: 4.3k masterlist

Todd was practically glued to his milkshake, sucking on the straw like it was some kind of life-sustaining multivitamin when he saw you walk by, effortlessly balancing a tray while tending to the tables. You looked adorable in that waitress uniform. Atomic Comics was his favorite place in the world—his friends, comic books, and a gorgeous nerdy waitress all in one spot. He could swear he saw you wearing a Venom T-shirt before you put on your uniform, matching with his Spiderman one.

Dave and Marty were deep in conversation, but Todd? He was somewhere else entirely—lost in his own world. Or, more accurately, lost in New York City, spideyvenom was getting really interesting right now.

"And like I was saying, Spider-Man’s powers are total garbage," Dave argued, popping a fry into his mouth. "I mean, web-shooting? That’s disgusting. Right, Todd?"

"Huh? Yeah. Totally." Todd replied absentmindedly, taking another sip.

"No way, and I can prove it! Webs are a hit! Just look at how he shoots them," Marty insisted, mimicking Spider-Man's signature hand gesture while making web-slinging sound effects. Dave immediately joined in.

Their laughter faded when they noticed Todd wasn’t reacting at all. He hadn’t moved a muscle. Following his gaze, they landed on you—standing a few feet away, scribbling an order onto your notepad.

Todd was mesmerized. The way you absentmindedly tucked the pen behind your ear, how your hair brushed against your neck, the delicate earring dangling just beneath—it was adorable. He wished he had given you that earring himself.

"I’m telling you, man. You should just talk to her. That’s your second milkshake," Dave pointed out, growing tired of watching Todd’s thousand-yard stare.

"Yeah, dude. This is getting kinda creepy," Marty added, raising an eyebrow.

Truth be told, Todd had known you way before his friends ever did.

He had once posted an insanely cool Justice League edit, and you had actually commented on it. That one reply had somehow turned into a full-on conversation, which then turned into many conversations. And before Todd even knew what hit him, he was completely, hopelessly into you.

The moment you casually mentioned that you read manga too? Yeah. That was it. Game over.

Even if you both chatted online everyday, seeing you in person was a completely different experience. It was like you were strangers all over again. Part of that was because Todd was horrifically shy and couldn’t even look you in the eyes without feeling like his soul was going to physically leave his body. The other part? Well… you were a waitress.

For some reason, that made it feel… wrong.

Like he fantasized a lot, basically a porn movie plot, you coming only on a apron saying "hey, sweetie, here's your milkshake" in an exaggerated sultry voice as you took the piece off. If a hacker could see his browsing history, they would see that 50% of waitress kink videos visualizations came from Todd's PC.

But as a normal shy guy, he was afraid of bothering you. Like you were only talking to him because it was literally your job. And, of course, there was also the massive fear that Dave and Marty would say something stupid and completely humiliate him.

Because, let’s be real—they absolutely would.

Dave exchanged a knowing glance with Marty—silently forming a plan. "Hey, waitress!" He suddenly called out.

Todd’s eyes widened in panic. "No! No, no, no—what the fuck am I supposed to say to her?"

"Order another milkshake," Marty snickered.

Todd ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly freaking out as he saw you glance in their direction before heading toward their table.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit—she’s coming!" His voice barely came out as he scrambled for an escape, gulping down his milkshake like his life depended on it.

"How can I help?" you greeted with a warm smile, the sunlight from the window behind you making you look even more radiant. Then, your gaze landed on Todd. "Hey, Todd. The usual?"

"Me?" Todd blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. He turned to his friends, who looked just as amused as they were surprised.

"Yeah… milkshake. I know you like it—you always get the same thing," you beamed casually, already flipping open your notepad.

"Uh… I… can I…" Todd stumbled over his words. Oh my God, she knows what I like. His brain was short-circuiting. "I wanna buy you a milkshake."

You let out a soft laugh, pulling the pen from behind your ear and jotting something down. "I’m gonna serve you a big slice of ‘never do that again,’ okay?"

You replied, folding the piece of paper and placing it near his hand before walking away. Todd stared at you, utterly devastated. His soul left his body.

"Oof, dude… that was rough," Dave cringed, physically recoiling from secondhand embarrassment.

"Yeah, I kinda saw that one coming," Todd muttered, hesitantly unfolding the note—fully expecting his official rejection letter, his eyes widened.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?!" Dave and Marty leaned in at the same time. Todd slowly turned the paper around.

"I’m off at 5. XOXO."

"XOXO?" Dave repeated, snatching the paper.

"It means hugs and kisses, dumbass," Marty rolled his eyes, taking it from him to inspect the handwriting. Before he could analyze further, Todd swiped back his sacred treasure.

"I dunno… think I won’t go," Todd murmured, pouting dramatically.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're gonna chicken out now that she actually showed interest?" Marty hissed in disbelief.

"I don’t know, man… She’s perfect. And I’m just… this." Todd gestured vaguely to himself. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he absentmindedly reached for his milkshake straw—only to find nothing there.

"Hey, man. Don’t be like that," Marty said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "If she’s into you, that means there’s gotta be something cool about you."

"Yeah, Todd. You’re a cool guy, the smartest one out of the three of us. You’ll do great," Dave reassured him, flashing a confident smile.

Todd let out a weak laugh, barely processing the words as he glanced at you. His heart skipped a beat when you turned and met his gaze, smiling at him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Was this what cardiac arrest felt like?

"Yeah… it’s gonna be great," he mumbled, his lips stretching into a dumb, lopsided grin. Every ounce of self-doubt vanished. That smile of yours? That was all he needed today.

Marty and Dave, sensing the gravity of the situation, made sure to stay with him until the very last minutes of your shift. They cracked jokes, debated superhero fights, and did their best to keep Todd from imploding. And for a while, it worked—until the clock ticked closer to 5 PM.

Todd felt it before he saw it—the rush of oh-no-oh-no-it’s-happening panic settling in his bones. His palms grew clammy as he watched you disappear into the employee break room. His foot tapped against the floor rapidly.

Dave, immediately noticing, snapped his fingers in front of Todd’s face. "Alright, dude. Focus up. Take this."

Todd blinked as Dave dropped a stick of gum into his hand. "Do I have bad breath?"

"No… but trust me, mint gum is a game changer. Chicks love it."

Marty, standing beside them, shoved his hands into his pockets and casually pulled out five more sticks of mint gum. Todd and Dave stared at him like he had just pulled out five engagement rings.

"What?" Marty blinked. "I like to be prepared."

"As if you’re kissing that many people," Dave snorted.

Marty rolled his eyes and flipped him off. "I am a romance expert, okay? I’m the best at Romance Simulator, and I’ve picked up a ton of tips—"

"Oh yeah, great example, Marty," Dave cut in.

"Hey! Those games are super realistic!" Marty huffed, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "I even have a girlfriend in one of them."

"The only girlfriend you’re ever getting," Dave snickered.

Todd, however, wasn’t listening anymore. His brain had short-circuited the moment he saw you step out of the break room, adjusting your bag strap as you waved goodbye to your coworkers.

"Guys, she’s coming," he whisper-hissed, suddenly shoving them aside. Panic took over. "How do I look? Am i stinking?"

Before anyone could react, Todd lifted his arm toward Marty. Marty recoiled like a cat sprayed with water. "DUDE. I’m not smelling you."

"Come on, please! I don’t even know if I put on cologne—Dave!" Todd pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with silent help me energy. Dave just shook his head, holding back a laugh.

"You ready?" Your voice rang out, bright and casual, like you hadn’t just sent Todd spiraling into a crisis. His body moved before his brain could, immediately slamming his arm down and scrambling to his feet.

"Of course! Let’s go!" he blurted out, way too enthusiastic, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans like that would magically solve the problem.

But when he finally looked at you—saw the soft amusement in your eyes, the way your lips twitched like you were holding back a laugh—his nerves settled just a little bit.

You both stepped out of the store, and Todd could not stop staring. He had never seen you in casual clothes before.

The skirt? Adorable. That black Venom t-shirt? Perfect. The way it fit on you? Dangerous. You turned to face him, the soft scent of your hair hit him like a gentle, but highly effective truck.

"Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I was starting to think you were embarrassed of me," you teased, laughing.

"Embarrassed of you? Jesus, it’s more like the opposite," he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm, bubbly feeling in his chest only grew when you laughed at his joke.

"So why didn’t you ever talk to me?" you asked, genuinely curious. First things first, let’s be honest here.

You were just as into Todd as he was into you.

There was something about him that was so effortlessly adorable. The way he always ordered a milkshake, sipping on it like it was the best thing in the world. You made sure to take your sweet time preparing it just right—just so you could see that little happy smile he made when he took the first sip.

Todd was the kind of guy who made you giggle and kick your feet on your bed, cheeks burning at just the thought of him.

And the fact that he had zero clue about the effect he had on you? It almost made you feel like some kind of stalker. Casually texting him every day just to keep the conversation going. Catching yourself wishing you were his milkshake straw, quenching his thirst, around his rosy wet lips. Oh, the tongue—

Todd, completely unaware of all of this, was busy trying not to combust.

"I just… I thought you’d be embarrassed of me because, well… I'm—" He exhaled, hesitating, hoping you’d finish the sentence for him.

Loser, his brain supplied helpfully. Instead, you smiled and said, "Shy?"

Todd blinked. That was not the word he expected.

You—beautiful, funny, way-too-cool-for-him—were looking at him with zero judgment. Just patience. Just kindness. He was sure you're going to heaven when you died.

"Yeah… I guess," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about that."

"no, I'm the one that should be apologizing," you cooed, sighing. "Sorry about the dump, i was kinda angry with you. I was starting to think you hated me and I don't know, ghosting."

"No, shit. Sorry," he whined, feeling like an ass to make you feel like this. "From now on, i'll talk to you every time I see you. Promise."

"Deal. Hey, do you remember that new Marvel issue I told you about?" you asked, smoothly changing the subject.

Todd nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah! It’s great. Why?"

"I bought it. It’s at my place. Wanna come see?"

Todd’s brain immediately shut down. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

Processing… Processing… ERROR: BRAIN NOT FOUND.

"I… uh… one sec! I forgot something back in the store," Todd blurted out, laughing way too weirdly before bolting back inside.

He skidded to a stop at the table where Dave and Marty were still sitting, slamming his hands down on it like he was in some kind of action movie. "Date over already?" Dave questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"SHE WANTS ME TO GO TO HER HOUSE," Todd announced, not breathing, before grabbing Dave’s soda and chugging it.

"And what the hell are you waiting for? Go before he changes her mind! You don't have many options," Marty urged, while Dave yanked his soda back, dramatically wiping the rim before taking another sip.

"But I don’t know what to do! It’s not a date! She just mentioned something about a new Marvel issue," Todd gasped, heart pounding, his body already covered in stress sweat.

Dave and Marty exchanged a look. Marty was the first to speak, grinning. "That’s a code."

"That’s 100% a code," Dave agreed.

Todd blinked. "A code? The hell you talking about?" He whispered like a true paranoid man, glancing out the window to make sure you weren’t listening. Luckily, you were distracted on your phone.

"Okay, Todd. Tell me when the new Marvel issue actually comes out," Dave prompted, crossing his arms.

"March 23rd. Why?" Todd replied, even more confused.

"And what’s today’s date?"

"Hmmm, lemme think. Okay, I know. March 19th, but what does that have to—" Todd froze. His brain short-circuited. His eyes went huge. "Oh my God. It’s a code."

"It’s a code," they both confirmed, nodding like wise sages.

The realization hit Todd so hard that all three of them jumped up in celebration—only to immediately sit back down when everyone in the store looked at them like they were insane.

"Shit. I gotta go. Bye!" Todd practically sprinted away.

"Crack that code wide open, Todd!" Dave called after him, laughing as Todd flipped him off on his way out.

“Hey, man,” Marty called, stopping Todd, gesturing him to come closer and whisper. “Spiderman hands, you hear me?”

“What the—”

“Just do it,” he insisted and Todd frowned, realization coming when he did the gesture himself. “You see?”

“Got it. Thanks, dude,” he beamed, training with his both hands. You never know when you have to use your non dominant hand.

“And when you do it down there…” He continued, hands on his face to cover the gesture. “Venom tongue. Flash movements.”

“Damn, Marty. You're a fucking Wikipedia,” he grinned, keeping the information on his head. “Do the sage has more advices to this poor mortal?”

“Oh, i got one,” Dave standed, joining the conversation. “If she looks at your lips, don't chicken out. One more thing, mimic her lips, that way you won't mess your first kiss.”

“What? I had my first kiss.” He murmured blushing.

“Seriously, dude?” Marty mocked, giving an exaggerated eye roll. While Todd was still inside, you whipped out your phone and immediately typed into the group chat.

You: Girls, seriously. I’m with him.

Erika: Who??

You: Todd Haynes!!!!

Katie: OH MY GODDD

You: I’m so nervous, Idk what to do.

Erika: Apron. Wear it.

You: For what?

Erika: You’ll understand.

Katie: You got this, girl. You’re amazing.

Erika: Get him pregnant

You snorted at your friends’ chaotic but heartfelt encouragement, quickly locking your phone the second you saw Todd skidded back up to you, barely keeping it together.

"I’m back! I, uh, forgot… my keys," he explained, shaking them a little to prove it.

"I forget mine all the time. So… ready to go?"

He nodded so fast it was almost embarrassing.As you walked, Todd felt like he was floating. Your house was close to the store, and when you stepped inside, Todd couldn’t help but drink in his surroundings. It was small, but cozy—just like you.

He wanted to be cool about it. Casual. Normal. So, naturally, he started copying every single thing you did like some kind of socially awkward robot.

You took off your jacket? Boom. Jacket off. You took off your shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack? Guess what? Todd was doing that too.

Smooth. Totally natural.

"So…" you started, taking a step closer to him. "What do you want?"

Todd choked on absolutely nothing and immediately backed up a step. Oh God. She moves fast. Is it happening? Is this it? Shit, I don't have any condoms here.

"W-What do you mean?" he stammered, hands awkwardly hovering at his sides.

You let out a soft laugh, but internally, you were screaming. Come on, Todd. Pick up the hints. Please just kiss me already.

"Do you wanna check out the comic or do something else first?" you clarified, hoping he’d catch the very obvious subtext.

Unfortunately, you were dealing with Todd Haynes—a man who had never been close to a woman that wasn’t his own mother. Todd, however, was trying to trust his instincts—and the questionable advice of his friends. With a burst of sudden confidence, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of gum.

"Wanna… gum?" he offered timidly.

You blinked. "Do I have bad breath?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

At that exact moment, Todd mentally began digging his own grave and jumping inside with a cheap bouquet. Dave crying looking at the rainy sky and Marty singing Love Hurts on his grave. R.I.P. Todd Haynes, the biggest coward to ever exist.

"NO. Oh my God. Fuck, no," he panicked, his words tripping over each other. "You smell… really good. Like, so good. I—uh. Shit. That sounded weird. I just—ugh, I shouldn’t have—sorry, I don’t know why I did that—"

Mid-breakdown, Todd shoved the gum back into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, suffocating in the crushing weight of the awkward silence. You thought fast. You weren’t about to let this moment die, remembering the apron tip.

"Hey," you chirped, forcing casual confidence. "How about I cook for us?"

You turned toward the kitchen, heart pounding, silently praying the pots and pans would swallow you whole to spare you from the embarrassment.

Todd perked up immediately. "Yes! Yes, absolutely. I love everything you make," he rushed out, practically jogging after you before settling into a chair—the perfect spot to admire you while you cooked. You tied on an apron, completely unaware of the effect it had on Todd, who sat there, staring in silent awe.

"Wow."

You turned. "What?"

"Nothing!" he blurted, immediately crossing his arms like it would somehow make him look cooler and less flustered.

"Okay," you muttered, shaking your head as you turned to rummage through the cabinets. Erika was right, you’d definitely thank her. You stretched up on your tiptoes, but—unfortunately—your genius past self had placed the glasses way too high.

"Damn it…" you muttered.

Todd immediately jumped up. "I got it!"

He reached past you, his height making the task effortless—and for the first time, you actually registered how much taller he was than you.

"What do you need?" he asked, voice much closer than you expected.

"Uh…" You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a little flustered yourself. "The glass cups. I, uh… accidentally put them super high."

Todd grabbed them easily, handing them over with a small, proud smile—totally unaware that his casual helpfulness had just made your heart skip a beat. He carefully set the two glasses down on the counter. You bit your cheek, your gaze meeting his—and lingering just a little too long.

The air between you suddenly felt thicker, heavier. His eyes flickered to your lips, and your breath hitched as you instinctively did the same. When you looked back up, his gaze was still there, locked on your mouth like it held the secrets of the universe.

Okay. Enough was enough.

Before your nerves could get the best of you, you moved, your fingers lightly brushing over his hand. Todd stiffened at first—face heating from the tiny touch—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled sharply as he let his palm travel up to your cheek, hesitating for half a second before finally leaning in, closing the gap between you.

The second your lips met, you melted. Without thinking, your arms flew up, wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss—half in excitement, half to make sure he didn’t chicken out.

Todd, on the other hand, was very much spiraling.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I am kissing her. This is happening. She’s kissing me back. This is—

His brain short-circuited before defaulting to its best coping mechanism—imitation. Todd mimicked your lips movements, following your lead, and shockingly it worked. His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you in closer.

And then, without really thinking, he tilted his head, stepping forward just enough to press you gently against the counter. It was official.

Todd Haynes had zero idea what he was doing. But somehow, it was going very, very well.

He moaned when your hands reached his hair, anchoring on his frame, he sucked your bottom lip like his life depended on it, he kissed hungrily. It was hot. So freaking hot, you were losing your mind, loving how he changed about it and just devoured you.

Everything was so good that he almost forgot about his cock pulsating inside his jeans. He pushed back, eyes wide as he looked down to the tent, eyes up to meet your mouth swollen, three tones redder and a huge teeth mark as the cherry on top.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he whimpered, embarrassed with his hormones controlling his brain. “It’s just— I have no fucking idea of what I'm doing, but it's so good.”

“Yeah, it's really good,” you encouraged, coming closer, chests touching as you leaned to kiss him, slightly opening your legs, him entering the small gap you conceded.

The kiss was slower, more sensual. He was a fast learner, holding back on the vacuum-like sucking, concentrating on gentle nips. He pushed back, eyes closed.

“Is it better?” He muttered, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yeah, but I think this would be better,” you breathed, taking his hand and directioning them to your lower belly, guiding him to your panties.

He gulped, nodding, opening his eyes to see you rolling your skirt up, giving him a sight of your panties. Todd Haynes was too stunned to speak. He just moved his hand to touch the covered spot, almost flicking his hand back when he felt you shivering.

“You can touch directly if you want to,” you suggested like you weren't the one dying of embarrassment.

Todd sighed. Spider-Man hands. He remembered when he pushed your panties down and patted his fingertip on your clit, watching your reaction. He gulped at you and looked at him with doe eyes begging to be touched. He wouldn't deny it, so he gently rubbed your clit, licking his lips, dying to feel your taste on them.

“Yeah, you're—pretty good, Todd,” you purred, your sounds making his head blurred, focused on your cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“Is it?” His eyes lit up, going down at your slit to collect more liquid and keep the stroking on your spot.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, spreading your legs wider. Todd's chest rose and fell rapidly, increasing the rhythm until he successfully inserted his middle finger inside. “Fuck.”

He froze his finger, searching your eyes to check if he did something wrong, but your flushed face, so beautiful biting your lip as your hips longed for his finger said the opposite. He was doing really good.

Encouraged by your lewd expression, he joined his ring finger inside, setting a pace by the reactions you were making.

“Faster, Todd,” you pleaded, grinding on his fingers. He couldn't even believe, looking down, seeing his fingers glistening in and out, disappearing on your cunt sucking them, your walls clenching around them, he was panting.

“Like this?” He asked in a whimpery voice, doing what you needed. He searched for your lips, brushing them as he heard the wet sound of your pussy.

You grasped his biceps, feeling the knot forming on your lower belly as you purred and whined on the kiss. Todd started to breathe faster, grinding on your thigh, his free hand palming your ass.

“Todd, I'm cumming,” you mewled, coming undone on his fingers, legs shivering as he held you in place, preventing you from falling down. He kept fingering you til he opened his mouth, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, swaying his hips on your thigh.

He groaned, taking off his fingers from you and directioning it to his mouth, sucking your arousal. He hummed, looking back at you panting, hands gripping on the counter.

“You taste better than milkshakes,” he shyly added, planting an adorable peck on your lips.

“You're so cute,” you giggled, pecking him back. You weren't done, your hunger for Todd might never end. He was just so damn irresistible. “Hey… do you wanna, like… continue this?”

“Oh… uhmm…” He stammered, his nose doing the little frown you find cute. “We have to wait a little.”

“Why?” You pouted, tilting your head.

“Why?” He echoed, thinking about all the manners of saying the obvious, choosing to say it straight. “I came.”

You grinned, giggling at him getting beet-red. “Hey, don't worry about it. We can eat something while your body reacts.”

“Can i eat you?” He blurted, suddenly digging courage from the bottom of his heart.

You blushed, nodding, too shy to say something. He grinned, kneeling on the floor. “Hey, don't you wanna go to my room? It might be uncomfortable for you.”

“It's just…” he began, tilting his head up to meet your gaze, warm breath next to your cunt. “I kinda fantasize a lot about eating you out in the kitchen.”

“Really?” You panted, hands making their way to his head.

“Yeah,” he replied, licking his lips in anticipation. Venom tongue. Flash speed. “The apron is a bonus.”

That night, you finally lived your dream—becoming Todd’s milkshake straw in the best way possible. And Todd? He finally mustered up the courage to take a real chance on you.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, sharing a blanket that neither of you really needed. Your legs brushed. Your fingers tangled absentmindedly. Every now and then, Todd would steal a glance at you like he still couldn’t believe this was real. As you both talked for hours about the thing that brought you together in the first place—comics—he realized something:

Super heroes were cool. Spider Man and Flash? Even cooler. He couldn't forget to thank Venom as a villain.

But nothing—nothing—could top the way you looked at him like he was your favorite issue in the entire collection.

[thefaiao]

seeing your clowns made me go feral since my fixation is cringe and clown flavored

Who let you cook like that who let you cook AUTHHFFH UR ART IS SO COOL IM BEING DRAGGED AWAY

You’re hatching is so fucking inspiring since it’s soMETHING I try to do in my own work I LOVE UR ART

would it be fine to ask what brushes you use? I love ur values also, you’re so so good at shapes and form WAAAA I LOVE UR STUFF. I did dig up an old ask you made iirc, but I’m not sure if it’s changed

Hey! Thank you very much. I'll go through the brushes I use for each program: Drawpile

From what I understand most of these are MyPaint brushes... but I only know them as drawpile brushes because that's what I use. Main ones I've used lately is Irregular Ink and a default brush for coloring

I don't really change the size of irregular ink much and the pressure doesn't matter that much. It has high stabilization which I haven't changed, but I'm sure you could get away with lowering it. For the other brush I'm pretty sure it's a default one that I slightly tweaked (drawpile is a bit bad about communicating what brush exactly you are using to you.) I quite like it because it feels like playing with clay, makes it easy to map out the volume. I use it for those lineless pieces I do from time to time too. I change its size a lot while drawing. I've also used these two, one of the pencil brushes and a second one I stole from Jokioro that I have no idea what is called

I used the first one for the D'arce I did a while ago and the recent VTMB piece. It's great at emulating sketchy graphite pencils, I like layering it to do multi-colored hatching rendering. The second one I don't know how to use super well yet but it's probably my fourth most used as of late. It works very weirdly so if you wanna figure out how to make it work I recommend looking at how Jokioro draws. Clip Studio I bounce around a lot with all the brushes, but I use a loooot of stuff from the Frenden pack. Mainly Meeko Leako for lining and even coloring, it has a great texture to it, very fun

This has been my most used brush for years. It's great for super straight lines and produces a great difference in value between quick lines and thick lines. I haven't used it as much since I picked up drawpile more recently, but it's amazing! Other than that I use the default G-pen when I just want simple lines without much texture

It's a bit ugly at a glance but I think if you lock in it's great for super clean lines, just trying to get the point across without much noise. I also like coloring with it at times, when I'm going lineless. SAI Binary pen. Use the binary pen. It's the best brush ever made

It just feels super right to draw with it, it's so simple but it makes your lines look super slick, and it's just a binary pen. I guess they just got the behavior down perfect for it. But yeah, love this brush. IRL I've always used these archival ink pens in different sizes for basically everything I've done traditionally, and of course just a simple number 2 pencil for sketching and such. I've used a bit of charcoal recently, and been wanting to deep into darker pencils for detail, but this is still the default. I also will probably try out dip pens sometime

That's all I can think of immediately, but I always like to mess around to try and find another great brush, and you should do the same even if you end up using these a lot.

[edenspoem]

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

summary: you met ellie a week after she sent farewells to jackson and her farmhouse, locking away the love she embodied for dina and set forth a journey towards a fresh horizon. reader discretion advised: nsfw, mdni, fluff, friends to lovers, takes place after tlou2 ending, detailed but tried to be as natural as possible, proofread enough, ellie loves to joke around, hella cursing, fingering (receiving + giving), oral (receiving), stimulation of nipples, lots of foreplay, petnames (babe, pretty girl), slight overstimulation. memo: first fic i ever published so idk what im doing but im doing it! footnotes: word count (5.8k), masterlist, palestine masterpost, read this, written circa 2023. (hence the writing style change)

Mind oscillating on a path through notions not tended to at daylight, imagination running amok, fueling a creative craving that often returns at moonrise when most dangers, mostly most, are kept at bay and you at harbor and reeling you back into your delusions. Well, scenarios just happen to spark out of the void in your cranium, especially when there's a woody auburn head to your right. Ellie's back lined by the cut of her tank top is giving your eyes a warm greeting, a film of drying sweat cloaking the skin on her shoulders fortunately so the celestial body above reflects its light perfectly off it. Her back flexes slightly as her hands are occupied with the doodles and entries beckoning to go from head to paper. She wrote quite often on your trip, whether it be graffiti, a landmark, personal thoughts or just some notes contingent on the route and journey ahead. The faint noise of non-stop scribbling had your mind tilting towards the fact that it was probably some emotional dumping or intense art session, so you'd rather not bother her. You both had a tight and steadfast bond regardless if the initial meeting was at best a month ago. Why was it taking an age to reach home? If it wasn't for the fury of infected hordes on a fucking crusade through the country and bandits seeking trouble constantly, you'd be there. 

Brushing all these thoughts off, you pushed your back into the cold tree trunk behind you, molding into the space between your shoulder blades nicely and tucking your knees up to your chest. You pulled a fine-tip Sharpie from your supply bag's netted pocket and just tugged the cap off immediately. The tip surged with a night black ink, seeping into the flesh of your knee as you scratched in a little art piece. Imagination caught you at the right time. 

The noise of a book wafting closed perks your eyes over to Ellie spinning on her knee in a circle to face you. You glanced back and forth at your knee and her approaching you. Her hair illuminated a bronze auburn in the inferno of the campfire.

"Still not asleep?" Ellie questions in a low throaty tone, a voice that settles itself in your ears and invites a smile to your lips unintentionally. 

You mused at her until she claimed a spot on the foliaged earth surrounding the brink of the tree you call your natural headboard, blinking your sights forward on your knees again and speaking, "Sleep is barely possible in this world," a remark that slips past the threshold of your lips often, "Dunno if you noticed, but I'm never asleep before sunrise." you add.

Ellie rebounds with a chuckle and raises her brows, "Good point," she tilts her head idly. "What's that on your knee?" She nudges the air with her chin, referring to the ink doodle gracing your knee.

"Oh, boredom." You reply vaguely with a smile, returning your sight onto her and observing her freckled face longingly.

Ellie sucks her lips inwards, running her tongue from one corner to the other while nodding ponderously. Her teeth pinned down her bottom lip, akin to poking a soft cushion and curling into a smirk. "Well," Her lips parted. "Got an extra pen?"

Her asking enticed a smile on your face, cheeks jerked up by a thread, "A-huh" You hum with your mouth ajar, fingers pursuing the bigger pocket of your bag to scrounge up another pen. Eventually, you slide another Sharpie out between your fingers, holding it like a blunt to Ellie.

She grasps it gently, biting the cap off and settles it between her pretty pink lips before blowing it off into the patch of grass.

"Uh, You better not lose that cap!" You reacted swiftly, furrowing your brows in a playful sourness.

She draws the air through her teeth, "Too late." 

You purse and wiggle your own lips but eventually a smirk flexes back and replaces it.

Ellie merely synchronizes a smirk back prior to inching her face near your thigh, poking the pens tip on your plush skin. Her large palm conceals whatever the hell she's sketching.

Suddenly, the pen moves in a certain pattern and a hint illuminates in your head, "I swear if it's-" You are cut off by Ellie's hand moving to reveal just what it is and your assumptions redeem truth. "Boobs.." Your eyelids peel back, staring at a pair of cartoony breasts plastered on your skin.

"Whaaat? Not appreciative of my artwork?" She curved her words, embarking on a playful tone.

"That's kinda gay." You spat back, jabbing your index finger into the firmness of her bicep which made her balance waver sideways.

Ellie played along with an offended visage, "Uhh, I know you're not talking!" She indeed bites back.

"Uhh, well I am talking!" You counter and shimmy your tongue a bit and lodged it between your lips as you taunted her.

Ellie just laughs you off and immediately starts drawing again, learning your lesson you tug your thigh away from her usage. You jeer, "Nuh uh! You're gonna draw a dick or something!"

Her tone recedes and reduces down to a calm one, that familiarly husky one sweetening the space and thrumming into your eardrums, "I won't, I promise." 

A quiet brow teeters on your skin, expressing your doubt but nonetheless you lend your thigh again as her canvas and slyly relax it against her leg.

Ellie smoothly returns pen in hand, her other hand snaking over your thigh and resting her three fingers on the squishy padding of your inner thigh. She honed in on this sketch, laser focused as the pen glides over your skin.

This rockets your fragile coolness into the forest of stars above and dilated blood blooming across your cheeks. Ellie may have appeared a tinge bit flirty this past week, but not this quickly did the aura embracing both of them turn so love infested. The pads of her fingertips were coarse yet melded with your skin warmly. The way your mind delved into thought from this plain touching electrified your heart, igniting something abdominal and a fluttering ache in your hips.

"And.. there." Ellie mumbles from her throat, voice a bit hoarse and stuffy. Her dominant hand retreats without the one clasping your thigh gently, twining it gently with pressure to reveal her sketch. It was a moth, unlike the ones etched into her journal time and time again. Details were revived in it and just looked so lovely on your bare thigh. 

"Wow, another moth?" You tease her with a shoulder bump to which she reels back onto the scaly tree and smiles widely cheek to cheek fashioning those signature dimples to peek. You swore a color akin to red jasper trickled across her midface.

"Shut up.." Ellie sheepishly pushes her lips together in attempts to halt a smirk but her cheeks falter and perk up, a cute sight to you and humiliation to herself.

You patch up her embarrassment with an excuse, "It's nice, though. Like.. tattoo-worthy." 

Ellie chuckles in response and relaxes her eyes onto your visage momentarily, darting a glimpse repetitively at her left hand that laid solemnly against the crevice of your thigh and hip. She stutters, "S-Shit, shit, sorry." a calm tone masked the nervous lump in her throat and she swiped her hand away.

You couldn't help but feel that tension in your neck mutually, clogging your chance of saying 'it's fine' so you simply descend your head and giggle behind closed lips.

Sweat coated her forehead thinly, invoking an attractive amber glow on it brought by the flame crackling in front of you.

Ellie's husky voice sauntered to your ears, "So, does that mean.. you'd get that tattooed?" She resumes the statement you added earlier.

You blow raspberries, "Yeah, not gonna lie. You're fuckin' talented." You firmly assure her.

Her eyes perk up and so do the corners of her lips, irises painted with a color akin to the wings of a lunar moth casting onto yours, noticing luminous rings of orange light wrapping her pupils.

At that moment, you wish you could just admit 'and you're really pretty' but your stomachs sunken in on itself, reeling your heart and throat along with it. The assumption that pouring your heart out might result in Ellie fleeing this trip, rotting your body with the pestilence of rejection and would be too poisonous to bear. 

"Wish I could still play guitar right now," Ellie soothes the silence, craning her neck and hangs her head low huddled to her chest. "Y'know?" Her head oscillates to gaze at you.

"I would've loved to hear that." you reply, a comforting hand advancing to the back of Ellie's neck.

"One day- I wanna at least try singing."

"What's stopping you now?"

Ellie raises her palm upwards in defense, "There's no instrumental backing it though!" her voice raises in a falsetto.

"Guess the sounds of wind and fire sparking isn't ideal." You get her point, "Ey' I'll just.. beat this stick on a rock," a stray branch enlightens you. "Nature's drum."

"Tch-" Ellie spits air from her teeth. "You're silly." 

"You're silly." You emphasize.

"Right, I am, wanna hear a joke?" Her body tosses onto her hip to face you, twisting one leg more open and the other bearing against the tree root lump under her.

"What's with the jokes this week, Ellie?" you reminisce on the flurry of puns Ellie just had the itch to entertain you with this week specifically.

"Okay fine then, I'll part with the jokes!" 

"That's not what I meant, I just bear some curiosity." you plea your context. "You seem more open compared to our first week together. You swore you wouldn't trust a stranger."

Ellie huffed out a hefty lot of wind, "Umm…" She became fiddly and lingered her pause, "I just found.. comfort, in your presence." the aura clouded in her eyes shifts to a darker one, "You're literally the only person I can be with after months of fucking isolation, the one person that I haven't.." Her rambling stumbles into a halt.

Wind rustles the branches above and around you, only a faint noise filling the lack of words.

"You don't have to explain-"

"Hurt." Ellie concludes.

You explore her void expression, eyes duller than the seconds before delving into this conversation. She's been bottling shit within, clearly. "I understand," you nod, the hand you laid upon the warm skin of her back returning and caressing a circle. "Do you wanna talk about it?" you offer.

"Nah, uh- don't wanna spend my time.. remembering, right now." Ellie reverts to sitting on her bottom.

You respectfully let her words settle in open space for a moment before speaking, "Still wanna tell me that joke?"

Ellie lightens up instantly, dimples convex in her cheeks as a smile is puppeteered on her luscious pink lips and baring teeth. She swipes her tongue between them before indulging, "What's the downside to eating a clock?" Her cheeky smile remains. 

"Mmm… what?" you hum curiously.

"It's time consuming." 

You compressed your lips tightly, a rumbling chortle bubbling within your esophagus. 

"Yeah, yeah- I'm hilarious." Ellie humbles herself in tone.

"Uhuh, totally." You forced some air through lips locked tighter than a top-secret chamber causing an intense vibrating buzz to rattle your skull.

"Don't lie, you love it." Ellie tilts her head, the auburn bang like a crest to the side of her face now hanging just where it tickled the apex of her nose.

Your right index finger, bearing a will of its own, swoops in to hook this bang behind the conch of her ear, tucking it away from her eyes with the pad of your fingertip.

Ellie pores her sight over the structure of your face, exposing you like an open book. The way her green rings enveloped you felt different, like she was contemplating a daring decision. Her eyes falter only once but capture contact again, such a gaze soft and charming is born upon her eyelids.

"Ellie?" you utter softly.

The subtle touch of Ellie's fingertips cradling your head were the only thing you registered before a pillowy flesh was aligned upon your lips, suckling at your supple bottom lip and challenging the balance of your neck with the way she smashed into you. Her hand advanced to your cheeks, cupping them tenderly yet palms pushing down with friction, lips smoothing over yours multiple times and reluctant to separate as they felt practically welded and magnetically attracted. 

"Mmph.." Her peachy cheeks graced yours and passed along a radiating heat. Catharsis possessed the ebb and flow of passion bursting at the seams of your swelling heart and that same infernal ache of your pelvis siphoning off your hidden lust.

"Fuck," Ellie utters a curse below her breath, shambling away from your space only to be interrupted by your eager fingers clawing into her collar and jerking her closer.

"That wasn't a mistake." You assure her in a promising tone, a solace hand cusping the concave valley under her jaw and fingertips converging with the groove behind her earlobes.

Ellie's expression lush with turmoil slowly contorts into a smirk, nasal lines and dimples beautifully indenting around her wide smile. A husky mumble, "Should I stop?" thrumms into your ears. Her eyes scan you for an answer.

"No." your breath hitches.

Ellie's hand takes harbor on the small of your back, nudging you towards the tarp tent a few feet before you. 

Your body senses the hint and takes you beneath this dense blue tarp where Ellie attempts to slumber, but now its intended purpose has fizzled away beneath this lust-drunk haze. Your back sinks into the foliaged bedding with a few flannel blankets splayed across it. Ellie scales above your body and casts a shadow of her own that cascades over you. Her fern green irises fixate on yours, embers of excitement caper within the midst of your midriff, plucking and tugging at your heartstrings.

Ellie's raspy voice slithers into your ears, "I thought you wouldn't want this." Her pupils dart around to every edge of your face nervously.

"But, I do." your hand is an assurance on her shoulder, but the calf ascending over her lower back and dangling off her butt implies an abysmal desire.

Her eyes examine the situation with your leg for a split second, "What're you doing?" She mutters amid a crescent smirk pursing her coral lips.

You glance away promptly for a wink, "I said-" 

Ellie's lips hush yours and sever them apart, tongue tipping the threshold and beckoning for yours to surface. 

You indulge in the lovers tango with your tongues, lips smacking together as the air is siphoned from you. She suckles and bites down hungrily as seconds trickle past, feeling her fingernails etch their stamp on the flesh of your mid-back. She is so fucking enamored with you.

"I fuckin' need you.." you breathily grunt into the enclosed space betwixt you both, searing foreheads melding together and nose tips drifting over one another.

Ellie's eyes twitched half-closed, midface boiling red, mouth ajar and spilling out hot air, "Shit.." she moaned, fingering the fly of her jeans and fiddling with the zinc alloy rivet.

"What are you rushing for?" you tease in a coo.

"Shhh-shut up." She hushes onto your cupid's bow, pecking it with a tiny smack prior to elevating her torso upwards.

You ogle her toned slender bod as she slips off the ribbed white tank dabbled in sweat and crimson splotches, chucking it mindlessly against the overhead tarp causing a loud crinkle to thunder.

You panic with a laugh, "Oh m'god- shh!" and clasp her wrists to steady her arms, "That was so loud! Don't attract the clickers!" you nag at Ellie playfully.

"I wasn't!" She pleads.

"If clickers come charging up here cause of your-"

"Guns' in here babe." Ellie replied hoarsely.

"Oh, I'm your babe now?" you fakely bumble, slyly lurking a keen hand to her stoutly toned abdomen, eyes just now comprehending the reality that she was bra-clad to her upper body, damp humidity sticking to her beaten skin so perfectly you sensed yourself melting at the existence of it like there's goo in your skull instead of a brain.

Ellie affirms low and honeyed, "Yeah, a hundred percent m'babe." Her face creases into a slanted brazen smile.

Heeding her affirmation, your fingers advance down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head leisurely and disclosing your skin openly for her. Your shyness had fractured and dissipated completely and was yearning for the mingling of her body with yours.

Ellie's jaw suspended slightly open and lip caving over her bottom teeth as she puffed a breathy chuckle. She was unarguably turned on by the notion of you bound by bareness.

"Fuck me." She utters breathless.

You regard her words before harshly hauling her torso back down, capturing your barren lips in a sloppy entanglement which only glosses over the true pleasure you ache for. 

Ellie's hand detects that desire and traverses the map of your body before flattening on the destination of your inner-thigh just below the crevice of your crotch. She asks, "Can I?" softly against your neck, because consent is sexy.

"Mhm." You nod your head eagerly and straighten at the knees comfortably.

Her left hand pulls your fly back over the button, popping your jeans open with a smidge of panty fabric peeking already. Ellie teases the zippers tab with her fingernail and sluggishly separates the zippers teeth. She inclines back slightly to absorb the sight of both hands tucking into your jeans, rolling them down at a pace that tickles the microscopic hair on your thigh.

You wiggled your legs as she heaved them upwards, tugging your bunched up jeans bulking at your ankles, unintentionally your socks caught on and slipped off your toes.

"Don't toss them recklessly this time." you demand of her jokingly and chafe your thighs wantingly.

"Wasn't planning on it."

You watch her politely cast the fabrics aside, lunging carefully with both arms cradling your head as she swooped in to steal a quick kiss before dragging her lips across your chin, stranding a dozen pecks in her path until she craned over behind your ear and leaving a fresh trail of kisses along your neck. 

Ellie's lips were defiant on departing anytime soon, she was pious to your body and had to worship it with the offering of lust. She only paused to carve a love-bite with her teeth and peppering up a dark mauve bruise.

"Did you just give me a hickey?" 

"Uhuh~" her voice vibrates with a laugh. She perks up from your neck and gives you a once-over, "But that's not the only place I'll be sucking.." 

You give her a baffled visual with brow lines furrowing until her thumb swipes repetitively over your clothed nipple and eliciting a voiceless moan from your strained throat.

"You're a freak, you're freaky." you jest.

"Maybe, but you love it." 

"I do, I do.." you assure softly and smirk up at her, your hands soaring up to pull your bra over your head willingly.

"Well~" Ellie's pupils gawked at your bare breasts. "Excuse me madame!" She impersonates shock in a playful manner, but really, she was witnessing your chest in all present dimensions. Guess you could sum it up to her really liking your boobs.

"I didn't discard my bra for you to just ogle them." you point out.

"You're just needy." Her toothy smile appears while her slender fingers stream your sultry skin up to your chest, cupping the soft skin like a crescent moon and whispering, "But I like that."

"You like me."

"I do… I do." she repeated your phrase from earlier and crooked her pearly smile.

From here, her hair bore a radiance of honey color, the fires illumination outlining that handsome mullet you always deemed so attractive on her. Speckled skin that dotted her face and chest that appealed to you, a heavenly set of juniper eyes that read you like a poem. Every detail pertaining to her existence was the sole reason you felt attached to her like a magnet.

"Guess it's my turn?" Ellie's voice snapped you out of your lustful trance.

Mind fumbling, you furrow your brows and observe her hand movements. She crosses one arm over the other and tucks her fingers in the elastic band securing her bra, snaking it off her head to expose her chest.

"Ohh, and she plays fair?" You stifle a chuckle behind a spirited grin, curving your tone chromatically.

"What? Thought I'd leave you hanging?" She snorts in emphasis, an evidently immature joke about your boobs.

You release that chuckle, chest jittering as you force the air through a gritty laugh.

Ellie gives a satisfying once-over before ambling her face downwards towards your chest, etching a favored kiss into the plender gap of your neck, sewing a seam of nibbles and pecks along your sternum.

A rush of heat plasters your face, reddening your cheeks and undoubtedly lingering upon your spine. Wetness forms itself and drips beyond the crevice of your core and onto your panties.

"Mhh.. Ellie.." you purr barely past your lips.

She continues kissing the base of your sternum before her mouth takes a detour to your nipple, teasing a ring around it with the velvety skin of her lip. Her lips tenderly latch around the perky mound, suckling and lapping with her ticklish tongue.

You sample a whimper that entrances Ellie to intensify the ministrations upon your sensitive bud, and so she does, causing an extension of these whines to stumble from your throat.

"Need my fingers, pretty girl?" Ellie mumbles, hot breath soaking a humid film around the nipple her mouth played with and sloping her head sideways to gaze at you. Her tatted arm bends to place a gentle palm against your aching clothed slit.

Your clit stung of a fiery pleasure at the mere pressure her hand brought, jutting your pelvis against it unintentionally. You shudder, "N-Now.." and choke out, "yes…" wantingly.

Ellie obeys your word and tugs your panties down in a flash, gripping them tightly and pulling them off your legs without hesitation in sight. Her head partakes in burying itself in the crook of your neck, inscribing keen bites that narrowly distracted you from her two fingers rounding the perimeter of your slit, the perfect introduction.

You croak, "I've been thinking about this momen-" 

"Shut up." Ellie hushes you verbally and with her fingers languidly pressing onto your clit, letting the sensitive bud wiggle between her fingertips and sparks a glimmer of pleasure through your pelvis.

"Fuck.." a subtle winded groan expels out of your very being.

Ellie's fingers began a circular motion, swirling the wetness around her fingertips and deliciously flexing her forearm slightly at each flick of her wrist.

You weave your fingers in her feathery auburn locks, poking your nose at the apex of her head that still positions itself at your neck as you gaze down to witness her handicraft, her literal handy-craft.

"I wonder.." Her voice inaudible, felt like a puff of air taunting your blazing skin as she guides her mouth back to your nipple, teething at it sensually to arouse you further beyond stability.

"Uhhnn.. fuckkk." You entangle the soundwaves stirring around you with your gratifying moan, inadvertently tensing your fluttery legs around Ellie's hips, to which she clasps your thigh with her unbound hand and pushes it down against the ticklish cloth.

"Stay open for me, hm- babe?" She asks in a honeyed manner, assuming you'll adhere to her words.

You open your legs further for her, absolutely enchanted by her being in control yet simultaneously so gentle with her words, only furthering the strikes of bliss corroding your senses when she quickens the roll of her digits, like she's fucking the literal sense out of you.

"Attagirl." Ellie's magnetic hum haunts your ears, dawdling in an echo inside your foggy brain. Her hasty touch lingers in tight circles against your clit for a diminutive moment until her willowy fingers cruise through your damp folds and dive into your sulking pussy, stretching you slightly and easily thanks to your wetness.

"Ohh my fuckin…" your elongated moan snags in your throat, choked up by the prompt filling of your core and spluttering of your speech, "god, Ellie.."

Without a hesitative hurdle in sight, Ellie idly pumps her fingers against your clenching walls, the slickness crowning around the base of her knuckles beautifully and enticing her ears to an arousing sound.

"Mhmm.." she vibrates against your neck prior to elevating her head to meet your puffy eyes, "S'wet for me, hmm?" her words slurred.

Your tongue couldn't articulate the words swimming through your sex-rot brain, the mere gauge of your opening was enough to hit right where you wanted and mist your brain up nicely.

The autumn bang dangling from her hairline tickled your forehead as she withers the space between your huddled faces, the tip of her nose wrinkling and bending as it pushes against your cheek as lips meet timely, fondling and smacking together in sloppy affection.

Ellie's fingers curve into you like a hook, searching for that delicate spot that'll render your faculties fried and abdomen throbbing for release. She prods it like a button, propelling numerous surges of ecstasy through your bottom.

A moan interrupts, "Just like tha- dn'stop.. dun.." you battle the knot in your throat and your pelvis, your entire body shuddering along with Ellie's aggressive pumping that rocked you.

"Don't worry babe, I'm not stopping." Her breath catches and quickens, beckoning that knot to snap in your core as her pace practically defies laws of motion.

"It feels… so-"

"I know, I know.." Ellie's voice buzzes in your ear.

Your walls tightened and convulsed around her, feeling every ridge of her fingers slip and slide inside of you.

"I'm c-cumm.." your voice altered into a strained, grit one, locking away your endless string of moans.

"Cum for me, babe, cum…" Ellie bit harshly on her lip in an attempt to contain the heaving of her breaths, bewitched by your state and keeping her forehead glued to yours.

Registering the green light Ellie gave you, your aching hips gave into the delightful knot and released a flurry of pleasure through your essence, igniting your skin and throbbing cunt. Your walls entrapped her digits inside, slowing her pace a bit as she didn't waver and carried on with her ministrations. Her fingers coated in that silky mess of you, dripping down your bottom from how much she had stuffed her fingers in and your pussy has brimmed past its limit.

"Good girl."

Ellie browsed your barren neck with her lenient kisses, the fingers inside you just now sliding out after a few moments of prolonged pleasure.

"Was I good?" Her husky voice crows out, curled smirk tickling the succulent flesh of your shoulder.

"So.. so.." your voice trickled through exhaustion, "fucking good." you chuckled.

Ellie syncs a laugh with you, shimmying away slowly from your body and licking her fingers clean of you, "Let me clean you up."

Your eyes condense on the tarp above you as Ellie slipped out of your linear sight, shuffling towards your pelvis that still ached from release. The stillness in the air is all your mind renders before you feel a shaggy presence between your legs, grasping the fact that her head has found a home between your thighs and the tip of her tongue swipes between your tumid folds.

"Ahh! El-elele..Ellie.." Your tongue sputters at the roof of your mouth, fingers grasping her dull tawny locks out of oversensitivity.

Ellie continues lapping hungrily at your soaked core, apex of her nose prodding at your clit lightly. Her arms wrap around your thighs and let her calloused hands dangle over them, leaving a delicious sight for you to see. Before you displayed the crown of her head nuzzled into your crotch, flushed skin and beads of sweat plummeting on her forehead. She suckled so gently on your clit a few times, strawberry lips smacking and puckering around the pampered bud like a lollipop.

"E-Ellie.." you giggled lightly, followed by a string of short whimpers.

She moved away from your heat, smirking. "There." she put firmly in a murmur, shutting your thighs and towering over your body, "You taste nice." she utters between a chuckle.

"Not sure if I needed to know that." you quip.

"Too bad." she replies and swoops in to present a kiss onto your lips.

Tension arises from this plain kiss and you push yourself onto your jello knees until you both are kneeling before each other.

"What're you doing babe?" Ellie's hoarse mumble traces your chin and entices a mischievous giggle from you.

Your fingers fumble with her halfway-open fly and inch the zipper of her jeans open. It peels open and allows your hand inside, lurking towards her clothed entrance.

"Oh, fuck.." Her eyes flicker in a blur, jaw left ajar, panting a humid veil onto your lips and inquiring, "You gonna do this?" 

Her toughened hand glides across your upper arm, gripping your wrist loosely.

"I wanna do this, for you, babe." your saccharine tone sweetens her ears and excites her lower region in ways she never detected before.

"Well, I did say fuck me.." Ellie recalls her words from earlier, indulging a partly suppressed chuckle and beaming smile.

You both entwine lips whilst kneeling against each other's warm bodies, her hand pinning your chin between her thumb and index to angle your head perfectly for her. Your unoccupied hand slithers to the rim of her jeans and struggles to pull them down.

"Use both hands, dummy." she twits with a smug look.

"I didn't wanna move my other hand.." you reply with an eye roll, moving your hand out of her pants to remove them properly.

She shifts them off her ankles and resumes her focus onto you, sealing your lips once more with hers and slipping some playful tongue.

Your hand finds purchase on her stomach, plunging into her panties and flicking her clit with the tip of your finger to tempt her further.

"Oh God, don't tease me.." Ellie begs with a following whimper, circling her hips into your palm in dire lack of stimulation.

"I wasn't going to.." your words halt at an edge while your actions suture her desires, three fingers usher beyond her delicate folds and stuff her instantly.

"Fuck, babe.. fuhhck." Ellie groans out and feels her body falter, fumbling onto her butt and keeping herself at an angle with her elbows to the blanket.

You tucked your knees in and settled between her spread legs, hand still tucked into her panties which now peeled back slightly from the angle of your wrist. A sly thumb from your vacant hand brushes over her clit and rests there, drawing long circles whilst your idle fingers begin thrusting in and out.

Ellie's cheeks summon a rosy shade, those lovely eyes rotating to the back of her head in pure bliss as you pump your hand graciously.

"Your hand is ten times better than my own." she praises, dangling her head backwards to expose her neck just coaxing you to leave a love bite.

"Mhm?" you hum into her headspace before latching your mouth onto her warm neck, suckling like a vampire out for blood.

"Shit.. god damn.." Ellie heaved a hefty breath, embracing your body with her legs cloaking your hips.

You felt her claws dig into your back, infusing her lust with each grip and grinding her swollen pussy against your hand. Your fingers curl up and explore that spongy area she so desperately whined for.

"Nghh!" she pins her lip between her teeth harshly, face scrunching up in raw paradise and pleasure. 

Your focal point is her g-spot, bouncing off of it practically faster than light itself. Her every expression was like an art piece to you, peppering it with sweet kisses regardless if your hands were sinister.

"Don't fuckin' stop, dont.. fuckin'.." she demands, letting her self loose in your hands.

Both your hands were coated with her stickiness, yielding it tricky to keep your fingers steady on her clit, but you managed, rushing her towards an explosive climax steadily approaching.

Soon enough, Ellie's jaw unhinged and released a mountain of moans, body shuddering vigorously as her orgasm lit an inferno of stimulation in her core. She clutched her chest close to yours as she rode this out and pulled you down with her. Her voice shatters the barrier of your ears, even surprising you a bit.

"How was that?" you ask sweetly, searching for clarity.

"I hope nobody heard that.." she jests, gazing up at you with weary eyes.

"I really heard that." 

"Shh!" she jabs your bicep with a balled fist, embarrassed at your smart-assed-ness and flaring her nostrils.

You smack her arm back immaturely causing her to capture you in a tight bear hug, rolling around in the disheveled blankets as she tackled you with numerous kisses across your face and neck.

"I love you." she declares earnestly, finally wishing to hear you assert your feelings too.

Not a speck of doubt haunts your mind, "I love you too."

Ellie adorns a grin wider than any before, creasing her skin and denting those adorable cheeky dimples that made you fall head over heels for that smile. Her arm extends to cusp your face, admiring every blemish that painted your skin, even the ones you didn't like.

Your eyes brimmed with tears like a cup as you yawned, announcing your acute fatigue loudly.

"Oof, your breath." Ellie mimes a face of disgust, waving her hand in front of her nose.

"So not funny." you roll your eyes sarcastically and tumble out of the cuddle, sitting upright to grab your panties and other garments.

"Wait," Ellie shoots upright as well, bracing her palm around your wrist, "you'll sleep with me, right, babe?" She deciphers your reaction for confirmation.

Your solace hand assures her, "Yes, I just don't want to freeze to death by morning time."

"Well then, don't leave me waiting." She wriggled her roguish brows seductively at you and huddled over your shoulder, gaining a frisky shove from you so you could get dressed for goodness sake.

Ellie eyeballs you sliding your undergarments on, tracing every curve and roll of your captivating body, enthralling her completely in your mere existence and cleansing her very being.

"I know you're staring."

"I know that you know that I'm staring." she plays it off.

You stick your tongue out as you crawl into her barren arms, whooshing a shrouded blanket over your conjoined bodies. "So much better.." you sigh.

"Are my arms not enough for you?" Ellie's voice strolls to your dulling ears, dwindling inside your twilight sealed mind as your eyes flutter tiredly.

"Shut up."

[lemon-wedges]

Hello!!! I love your art and your style. I'd love to hear your inspirations behind how you draw and, in addition, hear a bit about your painting process (I love the impressionistic look your paintings have)

ahh!!! thank you so much ;u;

Ill tried my best to break down my thought process behind my drawing, so i hope this all makes sense aahaha

undercut cause it came out real long

SO Karl Gnass is an instructor that i took an anatomy class with. and who broke down anatomy in a way that really helped me grasp space. like space a figure occupies. and from that i think my characters feel a bit more...grounded? im not sure what the right word would be but tangible is something people sometimes say about my art.

And i do think when youre able to make a figure look like its really wrapping its hands around something it makes character interactions a lot more intimate.

heres a few under sketches i do when i start a drawing (i am trying REALLY hard not to use my nsfw ones tho those are pretty perfect when it comes to showing u anatomy RIP)

after i got the poses done ill turn down the opacity and rough sketch out details on top of these. and once THATS done i move onto lineart. and the most important aspect of this step is NOT TO TRACE YOUR UNDER DRAWING!!!! thats what sucks the life out of your work!!!!

instead you use your undersketch as a guide. ilI actually redraw the simple anatomy underneath very lightly, erase where they over lap and then add line weight variety + darken up the details.

examples of this are gonna look a little messy but. Left is the original pose i drew out with rough details. right is the drawing i do on top of it. you'll see theyre not one to one and theres some lines i didnt fully erase out when redoing the anatomy. i find my clean up has a lot more energy when i do this.

the thing about my style is that you'll notice i never actually do actual clean smooth lineart. and thats because i HATE DOING THAT SHIT. like i did learn how to do it and consistently forced myself to do it for over a year. and while i do think i learned a lot about line weight and drawing clearer. i realized? its just not for me. I like a textured brush and i like being able to see those small lines i didnt get to fully erase out because i think they look cool lol and thats ok!! do what you want forever man!!! its your art!!!

Also before i move onto painting ill show you this neat little trick. you know those more "loose" drawings of mine that feel more gestural? the begining process is exactly the same. the difference is i use a chunkier pen and try to see how much i can simplify details + just feel out the energy of lines

NOW PAINTING.

man. where to even start.

the thing about painting is that its an entire different set of skills that need to each be honed on their own and will slowly build up together. ill break it down like this.

VALUE, COLOR, and TECHNIQUE

I've said this on another ask before but you'll notice ill do a lot of black and white sketches. and i do that to practice choosing how to group values.

like this example. how light is laios' wolf coat compared to his skin? or kabrus skin color compard to laios coat. when do you want to really push the contrast of light and dark and when do you let values be closer to each other when you DONT want attention

the next step from this is adding a light source.

and when you're working in black and white its a lot easier to pay more attention where you want your light/how its gonna look like hitting youre characters and how far youre gonna push your shadows.

and you know if you get good at this you can play with limited color palletes

this is literally just be picking out blues and hitting the bottom with the gradient tool to light it up

NOW COLOR

is a lot harder and also very subjective. I do a ton of impressionist studies where i just color pick the fuck out of a piece to see what colors masters used + knowing the history of paint and what colors were available during that time period. +knowing what colors = what mood + knowing what colors to use when you want to be more realistic vs when you want to lean into more stylized+ what colors YOU specially incline towards + AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

its a lot and im actually still learning myself

But when i do a painting i collect a LOT of refrences of the kind of mood i want my own painting to feeling like. I've show the first example in another ask before but heres one from my latest labru too

WHen i actually start a painting tho they look like this. The top drawings are just flat colors with a simple outline of where i want the light to be hitting. like in my value studies im just trying to get the idea down, seeing what values need to be darker vs what is lighter. and how the light source covers the character.

figuring this out in the begining makes the rest of the painting so much easier because youve essentially made all the big compostion decisions NOW. from here you can start playing with colors.

my second stage, youll see with drawings at the bottom, is when i start using my texture brush to lay in extra shadows and just play with variety.

and then? i start rendering

that would be TECHNIQUE

And well....thats also something thats gonna be very subjective.

With my own style im not interested in rendering everything to perfection. Im trying to figure out how to texture hair/skin/clothes in ways that make them feel like the materials they are while also showing the energy of my brushstrokes.

I dont zoom in while i paint btw. everything i do is zoomed out so i can see the entire drawing. it helps me not tight up my strokes while also letting me build up all areas of the painting equally. the only time i zoom in is when im lining out the eyes/mouth of a character. and yeah. it drives me insane doing this because ITS SOOOOO Tempting to obsess over paint 1 area forever then zoom out and see that nothing matches lol

The other thing about my style of painting. Is that im not gonna use the exact same formula for every piece. like this isnt cell shading. you can have an idea of how to texture skin/clothes/hair and sometimes it looks great and beautiful in one painting and then it looks like shit in another. ive overhauled a lot of paintings multiple times because what i thought would work doesnt and ive had to force myself to explore and play with my brushstrokes. and you know? i wouldnt have it any other way. it means none of my paintings are gonna look alike! and i think thats pretty cool :D

ill leave you with this in the end. a painting im in the middle of doing and debating to overhaul cause im just not feeling the strokes. who knows what ill look like in the end

anyways i hope this helped a little? even if you look at all this and go. IM NEVER GONNA DRAW LIKE THIS BOZO ahahah

BUT I WISH YOU LUCK ON YOUR OWN ARTS :DDDD

[jackmanbj]

college stress

summary: jack is trying everything to make sure his girlfriend is stress free and is going to do everything to make it happen.

you had just woken up and you were in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard jack making his way to the bathroom.

“hi mamas..” you spit the toothpaste out and gave him a kiss “hi baby” “you have school today?” “yes jack, you know this” “cant you miss one day?” “as much as i want to, no baby” “whyy??” “because its going to push me back in my studies!” “baby please.. ill do the work for you” “jack, you cheated off my papers everyday in highschool, and you didnt go to college” “ok?” “you dont know this stuff baby” “hey! im smart!” “not smart enough to brush your teeth before getting in my face.”

you handed jack his toothbrush laughing while he jacked it out your hand.

“and your not smart enough to not kiss me before i brush me teeth!” “oh shut up!”

once you both were done brushing your teeth and washing your faces, you headed into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast for you and jack.

“what do you want to eat jack?” “you” “jackman, i will let you starve” jack started mocking you “oohh jackmann i will let you starve!!” jack said in a extremely high pitched voice. “bitch. im not cooking.”

“wait i was kidding!” “nope! what time is it?” “7:15” “OH SHIT IN LATE!”

you ran to your bedroom and started getting dressed for class, since you were late you just put on some sweatpants and a hoodie and took your hair out the bonnet.

“BABY!” “what jack! i have to go!” “kiss first” you gave jack a peck and tried to rush out the door but he grabbed your hand pulling you back.

“a real kiss our your not leaving” you gave jack a deep kiss and said you loved him and rushed out the door.

around an hour later jack and urban was on the phone and jack was venting to urban.

“yea man, it feels like she doesn’t have time for me anymore, i mean, i get she has her studies and all that but damn” “just call her teachers and beg them to let her pass her classes for tomorrow and explain to then how shes been extra stressed, ect and you want to plan something nice for her and she’ll be back in like 2 or 3 days.”

so jack did just that.

he called every single one of your teachers and they all agreed to give you a free day for mental health.

jack knew you would be home later so he called the restaurant you had your first high school date at and had the whole place reinvented, all tables removed except one, rose petals all over, pink and red lights, and more for after the dinner.

after you got out of your classes for the day you made it back to you and jacks apartments and made your way into the bedroom, you dropped off all your studying sheets and pens onto your desk and made your way to the bathroom.

jack was in the shower getting ready to go out with urban.

“hey baby girl, how was school?” “hi, shitty.” you started getting undressed tossing your clothes into the hamper.

“jack if i tell you one more time, keep your damn clothes in the laundry ben when you take them off!” you said picking his clothes off the floor “im sorry mama” jack opened the shower door expressing for you to get in.

once you got in you turned the water up hotter “AHT! thats to hott!” jack said whining and covering his whole body making his way to the back of the shower.

“your fucking dramatic babe” you turned down the water and jack used his hand as a tester to see if it was good enough.

once you two got out the shower you went to your dresser and put on a undershirt and a pair of jacks boxers while jack got dressed to go out with urban so they could set up your dinner surprise.

“jack where are yall going?” “out to eat while we talk about somethings for the team” “ok baby” you pulled jacks face down by his chin so you could give him a kiss while he fixed his shirt.

“see you later ma” “see you baby.” once jack left you laid down and took a nap.

its was now 8:30pm and jack just texted you.

stinka💕- get dressed in something nice, im picking you up at 9:30

once you seen the message you immediately got up and ran to your closest finding a black dress and some black skinny heals.

you set outfit down and started doing you hair, you had straightened your hair the other day so you put think curls at the end, once you were done with your hair you started putting on your dress, you didn’t want to put on your heels when jack got there.

you started your makeup and was just putting on your setting spray when jack texting you letting you know he was outside.

you quickly put on your heals and grabbed your tote bag, jack was in the car waiting for you looking at you as you speeded to the car.

you got into the car and meet jack holding a bouquet on flowers.

“hi baby” “hi stink” jack leaned over and kissed you handing you the flowers “thank you baby” “of course.”

jack pulled out the driveway and started driving towards the restaurant.

“jack where are we going?” “you’ll see” jack pulled up at the restaurant and you immediately realized where you where.

“JACK YOU REMEMBERED!!” “of course i did mamas.”

jack got out the car rushing over to your side to help you out the car.

jack opened the door for you and helped you out his truck.

you both made your ways inside and you sat in the middle of the restaurant, where jack had it set up.

as you looked around you started to cry “oh no no no mamas dont cry!” jack started wiping your tears softly with his thumb.

“im sorry j, its really pretty” “its all for you mamas, no one else”

eventually you both ordered and started making your way back to the car.

“we got one more place to be at” “jack.. i have class tomorrow..i cant stay out this long” “no you dont, i called in sick for you, easy A in all your classes” “JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!!” “what?? what i do??” “why in the world would you do that?!” “because baby, you look so stressed, you have little time for me and absolutely no time for yourself. that she needs to stop, understand?” “mhm”

once you started driving to a route you had never been on you started asking questions about where you were going but every time you got the same answer “you’ll see”

jack arrived at a lake and you both made you way to the too right by the railings.

you and jack were talking for a little until he randomly got up and went in front of you.

and got down on one knee.

“jack..” “y/n y/m/n, i have loved you since we were 14, i want the best for you, your the sweetest person i have ever met. you put yourself before anyone else, you make it your priority to make sure everyone is safe even if you dont get the same treatment, i want to be the one who makes sure your safe when no one else does, i want to make sure im always going to be the person thats there for you, whose going to make sure your ok, whose going to stand up for you, please baby.. let me be that person? y/n y/m/n.. will you marry me?” “YES YES JACK OH MY GOD!!” jack jumped up picking you up spinning you around before placing you back down and sliding the ring onto your finger.

“i love you stink” “forever and always?” “forever and always” you pulled jack down and gave him a kiss on his nose while you both made your way back home.

you ended your night in one scary movie then cartoons so you and jack hopefully wouldn’t have nightmares.

[notedchampagne]

you're super into dogs right? you happen to know what about puppy care is true? I suddenly have to take care of one and everything I look up says something different

im not an expert but i do have some general good advice:

rewards and exposure to stimuli are very important! the sooner your puppy is introduced to other people, other dogs, and being carried/touched/handled, the calmer they will be growing up. my own dog (coco) unfortunately had a bad run-in with some crusty white dogs as a puppy, so shes more timid than other dogs her size. on the other hand she was pet a lot and bathed & brushed often, so as she grew older she became more patient to tugging and baths and learned to be more vocal when she is stressed. if your dog is very food-motivated (ex: a labrador) training them will be very rewarding in the future as long as you are strict to rewarding them when they do tricks 100% and not 90% or 80%. this also has its own troubles with more independently minded dogs (gsheps, huskies, some mixes) as they could be neutral about food and would likely be smart enough to decide Not to follow you. not sure what advice to give in this situation specifically but congratulations on loving your petty dog

you have to be very patient. please. yelling or hurting them will only make them scared of you, which will hurt how they interact with the general world. despite how cute they are puppies are also fucking horrendous - the first few nights we got coco we didnt prepare a room for her so i was tormented by shit fumes when she slept in my room. be prepared to be grossed out. if youre clean-obsessed (like me) it helps to have an extra room / to makeshift a small pen where your dog can sleep for the night without you worrying about it shitting and peeing all over the place. they will also bite like crazy once they get into their teen stages. what worked for me personally was buying a plunger so that coco can go hog wild on chewing one specific thing instead of other furniture. i heard from others that if you mimic a hurt noise the puppy will learn to stop biting you, since the sound of pain tends to come across in communication.

consistent feeding time can help with toilet training. if you feed your dog earlier in the evening and go to bed after they went to the bathroom, it reduces their chances for accidents and can help adjust their bowels for potty training.

again, this is just my experience! some nice dog channels i follow are modernmalinois (for dog training videos - the owner recently got a litter of puppies so it might help to see how he treats them), will atherton (lots of videos - i linked a puppy training video specifically), and girlwiththedogs (dog groomer - just really good if you want to see a lot of different personalities and behaviors)

[suusoh]

Can i request Anna with the prompt: “Your mother wants us to come down for Christmas.” Something about little miss unhinged and cosplaying normality (or failing to) scratches my brain

(LITTLE MISS UNHINGED IM HOLLERINGGG. THAT IS HER OFFICIAL NICKNAME NOW ANON. BLESS. Also this got surprisingly long.)

(tw: yandere, physical threats, threats of bodily mutilation (not at reader), yeah... Anna isn't really the best here.)

"Because she still thinks we're together."

You hiss at her, strong venom evident in your voice. She's unbelievable. You grab the pillow beside you and hug it tightly to your body out of frustration.

Anna remains unfazed though, humming faintly and calmly swinging side to side, dancing to her own little made up tune, while looking at the closet mirror in front of her. She's holding up two dresses by their hanger, draping one across her body and getting a good look before switching to the other.

"We are together, baby. Who said otherwise?"

"I did," you instantly reply, quickly shooting her a glare. "—before you held a fucking pen to my throat."

She continues looking at the closet mirror in front of her, switching back and forth between the two dresses: one blue and one black, ruminating on which one looks better. Still focused on her own little task at hand than paying any mind to your scornful remarks.

She lets out a soft sigh, but it has no actual exasperation in it.

"And I told you that it was in the moment; you're seriously not gonna let me live that down?"

—She quickly catches the hairbrush you throw at her. A loud smack emitting as the brush hits the fleshy meat of her palm. Reflexes effortlessly saving her face from an ugly bruise.After a few seconds, she gently puts the brush down on the table beside her and wordlessly looks down at her hand, the skin slowly reddening in color.

"hm. nice throw."

Anna practically beams at you. Her genuinely proud expression clearing all doubts in your mind about the sincerity of her praise.

"Seriously babe... where was this energy when we went on our carnival dates? Do you know how many rigged games I had to win, or how many fights with a carnie worker, to get you some fluffy toy—"

She continues on her mini rant. Nonchalantly brushing off your little stunt, finding it as nothing but endearing, as she returns to handling her own important dress dilemma before the mirror.

You'd think she was hiding her disappointment, or rage, or whatever normal emotion one should be feeling right now. But oh no no no, she just finds your attempt at hurting her fucking adorable. Fuck. Her.

Fuck her, and her fucking smile, and her fucking cooing, and her fucking keeping you with her in this insane toxic fucking relationship, and her fucking—

"Ah ah ah... don't frown too much, sweetie. You knooow I don't like seeing you sad," A small pout on her face, teasingly playing along with your display.

"Now come on," she tuts lightly. "I need you to help me out here! Which one's better, the blue or the black one? Black is classy, but maybe it's not festive enough for the holidays."

"I'm not your fucking girlfriend Anna." you try to remind her again, half in anger and half in desperation to stop whatever this is.

"Of course you are~~" she sing-songs.

"And you will always be my beloved girlfriend; rest assured, I'll love you forever. Unless, of course, you want to upgrade from girlfriend to wife? I can arrange that."

"You tried to kill me."

You clutch on the sheets of the bed you're sitting on. Bitter memories of you breaking up, or... trying to break up with Anna that night coming back. The effortlessness of her grabbing the pen on the table and hovering it above the artery in your neck, paralyzing you. The ease at which she just easily thought about harming you like that still keeps you awake at night. Does your life and safety mean that little to her?

"I don't try to kill people; I do kill people. Give me some credit here, sweetheart."

She half-heartedly roll her eyes at you. Turning her body around to face you for a moment. "So, no. I didn't try to kill you. I was just keeping you in place for a bit."

When she faces you, her eyes begin to soften instantly just at the sight of you all curled up on the bed, using a pillow to shield yourself, chest filling with aching affection as a warm smile spreads across her face.

Oh, her sweet angel... she can't help but coo at you a little.

"You really thought I was gonna take your life, huh? Come on darling, I know I'm scary, but I'm not that scary. I hold nothing but love for you (name), and you should know that...."

"No," you scoff. "You're delusional if you think we're just gonna walk up there, happily wine and dine with you by my side, and pretend I'm fine in front of my family." you retort. You don't know why you keep egging at her like this, but you are not letting her get away with whatever fantasy playing in her head right now.

Anna stays silent for a second.

She blinks. Once, twice.

Slowly, she turns around again, facing the closet mirror. Neutral smile as always, but this time not really reaching her eyes.

She shrugs softly.

"I mean, it's up to you, really."

Her voice light and sweet as ever, but there's a certain the lack of playfulness in her response. The subtle shift in demeanor sends something up your spine, making you suddenly straighten yourself and sit upright on the bed, commanding your attention now.

"I just don't think your mother would appreciate coming here to our place for Christmas dinner... or the rest of your family either, for that matter."

Your brow slightly creases.

You know that she likes to keep up a sense of ease and lightheartedness in this "relationship" with you; you wonder if she really would have the leniency to let your family or other friends come over for the sake of playing normalcy with her.

But that's not what makes the uneasy pit in your stomach begin to form. Countless thoughts running at a mile a minute trying to predict where she's going with this.

"W-Why do you think that?"

You cringe internally at your stutter, pouring all hopes of looking unaffected in front of her down the drain.

"Hmm..."

She continues choosing between outfits... or at least pretending to. Mechanical movements a sharp contrast to her relaxed demeanor a while ago. The pit inside you getting queasier.

"I think... our dining table is too small, no? I doubt they're all gonna fit, everyone's gonna squeeze against each other..."

Honeyed voice drawing out her concern. She focuses intensely on your reflection in the mirror, gazing at your little rigid form on the edge of the bed. Watchful eyes taking in every single movement of your face and body, eyeing your every expression, no matter how small or subtle. Drinking it all in.

"...But no worries, I can make them fit."

She smiles gently.

"It's easy to create a lot of space when you remove some of their limbs."

silence.

You blink.

Then you stare at her.

Your eyes slowly move out of it's frozen state and then pick up the pace to being searching frantically.

You don't even know what you're searching for but you'll take anything at this point: twitching, flinching, smiling, something to give away that she's joking with that statement and in no way actually intently meaning to do something as horrific and sick as... as- as-

Oh god.

You feel the air get crushed violently out of your lungs, and suddenly you can't breathe.

Throat choking up and cutting off all your attempts to inhale properly. Sounds of your own shallow gasps reaching your ears and reverberating through your skull. The uneasy pit that started forming finally bursting inside the walls of your stomach. You quickly cover your mouth to stop whatever threatens to retch out.

Don't throw up, don't, don't don't, oh god- oh fuck. You coach yourself as you can feel your body start to heave uncontrollably.

You can hear her softly pad her way to you, fingers placing themselves on your hunched-over form. Tenderly stroking your head in gentle comfort.

"So what's it gonna be, love?" soft voice making you feel worse than actually soothing you.

"We can have a nice little family Christmas where everything's fine and happy, and we visit as the loving couple that we are,"

She plays with a strand of your hair.

" —or are you going to have to spoon-feed mommy dearest yourself when she has no arms to hold onto anything?"

More intense sobs wrack throughout your body. She's disgusting for being able to even suggest something like that to you.

Your hands come up to aggressively rub the tears away until your eyes are all red and scratchy. The mixture of tears, snot, and drool dribbling down and wetting the fabric of your shirt into a mess.

"B-blue..." you hiccup. "blue... dress."

She smiles and tenderly plants a kiss on your head. Lips lingering for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling, as she quietly murmurs into your hair.

"I was thinking the same thing."

[octoberwren]

Okay so I loved this season of bridgerton. BI Benedict? Amazing 10/10 no notes. I think it shows a certain respect that the writers have to tell a good story and to take notice of not only the charcter but what fans see within Benedict and explore that, instead of brushing it off as crazy fan speculation. They knew they would recive backlash for that. How could they not? We still live in a world that people hate the queer community. And this is coming from a bi girly as well. Yet they still chose to double down with Francesca's story with the introduction of Micheala. Which honestly my jaw fucking dropped at that reveal, I thought the actress, Masali Baduza would be playing Sofia, but im so glad to be wrong.(which side note: a Google search says she's from South Africa, which is so amazing, as I'm from South Africa and just seeing her in bridgerton makes me proud and as a gay character???? Dead.)

Also to have this in Pride Month???? Come on. That's fucking incredible.

My point being, I love the changes that were made and I loved the season. Colin and Pen's relationship was amazingly displayed, also Pen's character development was perfect. How she knew she fucked up, even if it came from a place of trying to protect the people she loves. She still owned up to those mistakes and vowed to become a better person.

The only thing I am disappointed about is the end ball scene. It's one of the two changes I was sad about. I would have liked to see Colin go up on stage after penelope had been the badass she is, after the butterflies had been released and make a toast to his brilliant wife. Pen had asked that he stand by her and to love and support her, so in my opinion it would have made more sense narratively if his confession was to be done while the crowd was cheering. that way she has stood up for herself, and taken accountability but she knows shes not alone with him coming to stand by her side. I also would have liked to see Violet's reaction but that's nitpicking at this point. I did love his speech to her, was the first time I cried in the season.

I also loved that they included Lady Danbury at the end, a sort of nod to thier relationship in the books but I really would have liked for thier friendship to be included more, it was one of my favorite parts of the book. Hopefully they can build on that in later seasons.

[wizisbored]

This is a free pass to ramble about Weird Horses as coherently and as long as desired

content warnings for: slavery, emotional manipulation, abuse

OKAY SO idk how much of this ive already said but fuck it ill say it again. ive been kinda hesitant to say too much about all this since its further in the future of the fic than id usually share and a lot of it is still undecided, but i cant really say much about where astrid is at age 15 without talking about where lydias story is going, so if you dont want 10 paces spoilers dont read this.

first off, ive decided i am folding the centaur astrid stuff into 10 paces. still ironing out some of that combination but it just comes down to the fact that im way more interested in this than where i was originally going with 10 paces.

so when lydia is around 16, beetlejuice makes a netherborne-esque Bad Financial Decision. hes gotten attatched to this filly hes been taming, and doesnt particularly want to train her to junos standards and then sell her, so instead he figures out some sort of payment plan with juno to buy her himself. unsure if beetlejuice lives on junos ranch and lydia stays there or if he lives elsewhere and shes moved, but even if she is its just to another small paddock.

beetlejuices ultimate goal is to have lydia be a bucking horse, but centaur bucking involves some acrobatics that requires training, so in the meantime to make the money to keep her beetlejuice forces her into some sort of manual labour job. currently im thinking shes hauling lumber, because that way on one end of the journey she occasionally, briefly sees her dad (now a logging horse) and on the other end ends up in a town where i can have her run into the maitlands. originally i was going to have her be a logging horse too, but i gotta get the maitlands in there.

but anyway, for a few years lydias life is mostly this unchanging blur where shes being subjected to social isolation and constant emotional manipulation from beetlejuices continued taming efforts. she trauma bonds to him hard. logically she still knows hes her captor and the one isolating and working her, but hes also the only reliable source of comfort in her day to day. cant really logic her way out of latching onto that.

when shes around 18-20, beetlejuice makes irresponsible decision 2 and for some reason i am yet to concieve of starts leaving lydia alone and unsupervised with a young stallion she gets along well with. lydia and richard have a good but short relationship before beetlejuice realises his fuckup, and by the time he seperates them shes pregnant. she and beetlejuice figure it out around the same time, she panics, he probably goes and bangs his head against a wall for letting that happen. centaurs having foals is something their captors generally try to avoid, because a baby centaur is a gangly uncordinated mess that needs a lot of feeding. basically just a 15-year money sink, from a business perspective.

centaur pregnancies last around a year, and lydias mental health doesnt exactly improve during it. then astrid is born, and lydia loves her wobbly little sentient set of legs of a child but is woefully inequipped to look after her. while astrid is young shes allowed to tag along with lydia at work, which includes when beetlejuice finally gets lydia trained for bucking and takes her to a rodeo. lydia actually finds it quite cathartic, but while lydia is bucking astrid is left alone in their holding pen backstage. the noise and bustle and not understanding where her mum went is a lot for a young foal, so she ends up with a lifelong hatred of being there that she refuses to admit is anywhere close to fear.

lydia and astrids relationship is... strained? they love each other. theres a lot of evenings looking at the stars together and lydia does her best to pass on her herds folklore and braiding traditions. when astrid is old enough, beetlejuice gives them a set of brushes so they can mutually groom. lydia has kicked beetlejuice at least once, probably more, for just approaching astrid. but as ive said, shes in no state to be raising a child alone. being in the conditions she has since age 15 means shes kinda immature, doesnt know how to interact with other centaurs, and knows nothing about looking after foals. shes still struggling to grow out of being a scared, grieving teenager. shes aware of this and has no idea how to fix it, and especially compared to her own mother feels pretty inadequete. it doesnt help that astrids coat pattern looks a lot like emilys, so that comparison is constantly staring her in the face. plus, astrid isnt exactly the easiest kid given shes in the process of being messed up by the same conditions that fucked lydia up in the first place.

they argue a fair bit, and a lot of it comes from a lack of communication. obviously lydia is hesitant to give astrid all the details of her abuse, and by the time astrid is 15 lydia still doesnt want to tell her she was the same age when this started. lydia never lied, but she left gaps that astrid filled in for herself. she assumes that lydia losing her mum and being kidnapped were years apart, and she was an adult when she was taken. she doesnt know that she was isolated and emotionally manipulated for years as a grieving teenager, and then broken down over months of training. so she sees her mothers trauma bond with their slaver and dull acceptance of dragging lumber around and wonders why she doesnt fight this. she just wants her mother to fight for them.

im not entirely sure about beetlejuice and astrids relationship. he was initially pretty annoyed by her general existance, since a centaur foal is a money sink, but once she started showing the same attitude that drew him to lydia in the first place he warmed up to her. hes been trying to raise her to be tame, which makes me think astrids relationship to him is probably less plain hatred and more the complicated feelings someone might have towards an abusive parent. an important detail that comes from this though is that being raised around demons means that astrids english comprehension is near perfect. she cant speak it, centuars mouthes and vocal cords just dont allow for it, but she understands it.

astrid has met her dad at least once, but not a lot more than that, and always by chance. beetlejuice isnt about to end up with another foal so astrid and lydia are never left in the same pen as richard, but the kid has been passed over a fence when the demons arent looking so she can hug her dad before. obviously this means her relationship with him isnt as close as in canon, but it also means she idolises him a bit. in reality richard probably wouldnt be in much of a better position to raise her than lydia, but the short bursts astrid gets with him where hes elated to see her are a lot more positive than the day to day with her mother, so its easy to build him up in her head.

so with astrid at 15 we come to the challenge i have made for myself - making jeremy interesting. this has involved removing any romantic aspects of his and astrids relationship because i do not care. hes probably a teen satyr, maybe a teen demon, making some money working backstage at a rodeo when he comes across a stressed looking centaur filly pacing around a small holding pen, waiting for her bronc mother to come back. he knows who she is, and specifically that shes captive-born. which is significant to him because hes interested in centuar linguistics in a very normal and ethical way, and most centaurs who werent exposed to english until they were teens or adults will have a notably worse grasp on it than one raised around it. astrid is unsure of him at first, but is quickly just happy to have someone her age to hang out with and is extatic when he offers to teach her to read and write. lydia taught her to read and write centaur script in mud, but neither of them are literate in english. lydia has a bad feeling about this, and astrid is annoyed that she cant just appreciate how valuable a skill this is for them. because surely jeremy has no ulterior motives right. he would never.

[thebaddesbit]

You’re my grotesquerie

Chapter 2- Unplugged

(Dr Charlie x Lois) 2,531 words

Charlie set the papers on the small table, He pulled a pen out of the pocket of his shirt, hesitating at first but ended up handing it to him anyways.

Marshall Took it, very ungratefully might he add, and started signing them. Charlie's heart raced with every curve that was practically scribbled on the line.

He tried to convince Marshall to reconsider this, sleep it off, and give it a couple days or so. But no! He wanted Lois gone right then and there.

It had him wondering what Lois even did to this man for him to want her gone immediately. like of course, she had her faults, but it wasn't like he was any better.

Merrit sat down, playing Lois's favorite song, Charlie recognized it instantly. This was the same song Lois played that one night while he drove her home from work because her car broke down and Marshall was too busy to get her.

Strangers in the night

Exchanging glances, wondering in the night

He remembers that night like it was yesterday. It was raining heavily and Lois forgot her umbrella, so he happily held his over her so she didn't get wet or worse sick.(even though he didn't mind nursing her back to health if she did)

"Are you sure you're okay, you're soaking wet. I don't want you to get sick" Lois said, her tone full of concern which made Charlie blush a little.

"Lois don't worry about me, Im completely fine" He walked with her up the steep hill that her house sat on.

She huffed a laugh "you're really sweet, you know that?"

What were the chances?

"I try my best" he lowered the umbrella once they got to the front door.

"Can I get you a towel to dry your hair?" She asked as she shoved her key in the lock, pushing the door open with a little force.

he shook his head no, water dripped from the tips of his hair "Im good, my house is just down the street" he pointed somewhere behind him.

"you stay over there in - what's it called, oak crest?" She took a second to think.

"Yea, the second house on the left" he admired her up close. The Porch light casted a harsh yellow light, which enhanced her beauty and made her all the more gorgeous.

We'd be sharing love before the night was throughhh

"mmm~ okayyy, I might have to pay you a visit" they chuckled

"Now you know where I stay"

"I don't want to keep you standing in the rain too long"

"It's okay, good night Lois" he turned to walk back to his car. A warm hand grasped his arm "Now you wait a second mister"

She pulled him into a hug, he rested his head on her's. Charlie felt butterflies instantly, she was soooo warmmm, so soft. She was everything he needed and more. He would've been snatched her up if she wasn't already taken.

They looked into each others eyes, feelings one could only describe as true love and affection flowed through both of them and without needing to say another word Lois pulled Charlie down by his tie until their lips brushed against one another..

"Mom?" They separated instantly, Merrit standing in the doorway "What the fuck is this?" She gestured between the two of them with her hand. Lois realized she was still holding onto Charlie's red tie. He brushed her hand off, attempting to play it off as him re-adjusting it.

"Hey Merritt" Charlie awkwardly waved.

"Who the fuck are you? My dad will be home any sec-

"MERRITT! Aint nothing happen. This is Charlie, my doctor. All he was doing was helping me get home" Lois said.

"You messing with your doctor too!?" Merrit slid a hand on her hip. "Really now!?"

"I just said Aint nothing happen! Come on chile, let's go back in the house" She led Merritt back inside, who was complaining the whole time.

"Goodnight Charlie" Lois said before closing the door.

Something in your smile was so exciting

the thought of never being able to see her again, not being able to give her lolipops everytime she left his office, not being able to hear her raspy voice every time she spoke about whatever crossed her mind, it made him sad.

"It's time" Marshall announced, getting up.

"What the hell are they doing!? Giving her a bath?" He looked at the nurses that were wiping Lois down before they started.

"It's a standard procedure, we do this to every patient before we p-pull the plug" he studdered.

Marshall left the room for a second. "Oh hell no- hey someone stop this man! HELL NO" A honey blonde woman was arguing with Marshall about getting to see Lois, probably Megan. They made eye contact for a second, sadness written all across her face.

Charlie made his way to the other side of the bed, caressing Lois's face a final time 'goodbye Lois' he said quietly. He absolutely dreaded this moment, but he had to admit he knew it was coming. All the jokes Marshall made about him 'bumping the switch and turning her life support off' it was impossible not to sense this coming. (it really only made Charlie dislike him even more)

Something in my heart told me I must have youuu

Though he was upset about having to be the one to kill Lois, he wasn't sad like he was a couple minutes ago. It was like he'd come to terms with the fact that this was the only way he could end her pain.

And since he loved her and wanted the best for her, he was gonna make it quick and painless.

"Security!!" Marshall yelled, slamming the door behind him. "Let's get this over with, quickly please!"

Charlie felt his hand shake as he reached over to grab the syringe that was full of the lethal drug. His breathing sped up. 'Quick and painless, quick and painless" he repeated the phrase in his head, sticking the needle in her IV and slowly injecting it directly into her bloodstream.

"DON'T" Merrit screamed.

"DONT YOU LISTEN TO HER! KEEP GOING!" He furiously turned to his daughter

"I signed the papers I DECIDE WHETHER SHE LIVES OR FUCKIN DIES!" He yelled

Charlie was stuck between the two directions, no he didn't want to kill Lois but what other choice did he have?

"IF YOU TOUCH HER I WILL REPORT YOU FOR NEGLIGENT HOMICIDE. So back. The. Fuck. Up" She said sternly

Thank fuck.

He put his hands up in surrender and backed away from Lois.

*BEEP BEEP BEEEP*

he jumped at the sound of the heart monitor spazzing out. SHIT!

"WHATS HAPPENING!?"

"im trying to figure that out now" Internally he was panicking, he couldn't lose Lois if there was a good chance he could save her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!"

"She's experiencing a little drift, I-Im working on it"

Charles's heart was pounding like it was ready to jump straight out his chest. 'Come on Lois!'

Strangers in the night

Two lonely people we were strangers in the night...

(2 weeks later)

Lois sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She groaned, realizing that she wasn't in her warm cozy bed, but at the hospital.

Shes been out of her coma for like 2 weeks! How much more time did she really need in here!?

"How are you feeling Lois?" A female doctor asked, bringing her a plate of food and a small juice box.

"Im fine, Im not hungry and I Damm sure don't want the juice"

Right now she was ready to go home and take some Tylenol. She had a pounding headache and the bright light shining above her wasn't doing anything to help.

"You need the vitamin C" she looked to her left to see Charlie, packing up, most likely getting ready to go home.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"I work here" he threw his laptop bag over his shoulder.

Lois rolled her eyes at his smart mouth.

"And Im leaving, goodnight Lois" he said on his way out the door. She gave him a tight get the hell out of here smile.

A warm feeling ignited inside her, she shook it off. After the bullshit he did whilst she was in her coma, all the murdering, lying, and trying to kill her, it was all too much for her. She swore she would never love him the same as she did before.

"Hey doc, how long until I can go home?" Lois said, holding onto her head for dear life. The headache died down a little but still hurt like hell.

"uhh.... we can try to have you out of here by tomorrow"

She nodded, laying back down. Trying to focus on anything else other than the pain in her head.

"you think I get can some pain medicine, this headache is killing me"

"Yea give me a second" The nurse typed away at her computer.

Soon, she left out to grab Lois those pain killers.

She fell asleep before the nurse got back..

(The next day)

*squeak*

The sound of the wheelchair squeaking as it rolled her out of the hospital was kinda grounding in a way, it had been awhile since she's been outside.

she looked up, a get well soon balloon hovered over her. It was the same one she saw in the window at the office while they were congratulating her on cracking that case and finding out who grotesquerie is. It reallly disappointed her once she found out that it all wasn't real and that she imagined everything.

Damm it had her thinking, what else did she imagine? Did that conversation with Charlie and Marshall where he told Marshall that "Lois was basically gone and you should pull the plug" wasn't real!? Did she cuss the poor man out and push him away for no reason!?

(Though she had to admit hearing him cuss her out back for the first time left her feeling upset, guilty, and a little aroused all at the same Damm time!)

It had to have been real! She heard them talking right beside her. And the ORGIES!? She couldn't have imagined those, them girls were getting taken down right on the floor. She heard the loud dirty talk, the smacking, he even made eye contact with her while he came all over those girls's backsides!

"See you later" Charlie whispered in Lois's ear, giving her a kiss before he walked the two disheveled girls out. What a sick bastard! But then again, the memory was hazy. She only could make out those few details and forgot the rest! Maybe they'll come back to her later on... hopefully

Lois took a deep breath, the refreshing, cool autumn air filled her lungs. Wait, was it even autumn anymore? She'd been asleep for the past month and yet she still felt exhausted.

They turned the corner and the familiar Chevy impala was parked right out front, the honey blonde woman stepped out "hey Lois" she waved.

Megan offered Lois a hand but she shook her head "I can do it myself, thanks"

"As per usual" she giggled, hopping back into the drivers side. Lois limped to the car, getting in right as Megan was about to speed off...

"you don't still think I pushed you out of your position, do you?" Megan spoke. Snapping Lois out of her thoughts completely.

Did she even still have a job? It's been... well she didn't really want to think about how long she might've been in that coma. But it was long enough for her boss to gone ahead and terminate her completely.

"What?"

"Don't you think I pushed you out of your position?" She smacked on the mint gum she had in her mouth.

'YES HO!!!'

She really bit her tounge to stop from saying what she really was itching to say. Megan was a bitch.. well maybe that's a little too harsh, but whatever, it's the truth. For 3 years this lady's been on her ass 24/7 reporting every little mistake and slip up that she made. Lois couldn't even breathe wrong around that hoe without getting an earful from her boss!

But even through allat, she couldn't bring herself to hate her. (A fucking lie she can't stand that bitch)

"To be honest. None of that even matters right now, Im worried about getting back to living my life. I'll think about positions another time"

which was mostly true, the only thing Lois wanted to do is curl up in bed and go to fucking sleep.

Megan accepted that with a nod, trying to keep her eyes on the road. The dark black shades on her face almost made that impossible.

"Girl take those shades off! The suns not even out right now!"

Megan hesitantly reached a hand to her face, pulling the thick shades off, placing them in the cup holder.

She tilted her head low as if she was trying to keep Lois from seeing something on her face, using her long hair as a shield.

Lois looked at her in confusion? Is she okay?

Now she knew very few things about Megan, only ever speaking to the girl at work and they barely shared details about themselves. But Lois did know about Megan's boyfriend and how aggressive he could be, judging by the way he spoke to her on the phone, always sounding angry, every word he spoke made that girl tense up.

"You good, Meg?"

Awkward silence, Megan glanced at her, a big purple bruise swelled on her right eye. Lois gasped at that

"I-is he beating you!?" Megan jumped, realizing that Lois caught a glimpse of the secret she's been trying to hide for years. "Let me see"

"NO!! I-I got hit in the eye with a golf ball last week while I was out with some friends." She said in a convincing tone.

Lois Could sense that she was lying.

"Megan-

"Im fine! Let's just talk about something else."

More awkward silence between them occurred, Megan turned the radio up a little to try and fill that silence with some sort of background noise. The only thing that came out of the speakers was straight static.

"Stupid fucking radio" She hit the console a couple times, but to no use. They settled with sitting in silence for the rest of the car ride to Lois's place.

"H-hey Im sorry for snapping, just got a lot on my mind right now" Lois nodded, gathering her stuff.

"Im sorry for pushing, goodnight Meg"

"Night" Megan said before driving off.

Lois wasted no time jumping in bed once she got in the house...

[horizonoire]

Hey, can you tell us what drawing tablet you use?👀👀👀 Your art I can say looks delicious, I love how you draw teeth and expressions so vividly 😤😤

tytyyyyy~ ✨️✨️✨️ and of course i can tell you! i'll even tell you what programs i use for an added bonus :> im not at all fancy with mt equipment, i prefer the smaller stuff idk why

TABLETS

XP Pen Deco 02 (primary), $79.99 USD - my main girl in the current scene, and i won't lie about growing fond of it! my fav feature about it is the plentiful of express buttons on it (6) and the dial that allows me to adjust my brush's size on the spot without haven't to tap onto the art program's icons by hand ✨️ plus the pen itself feels like rigid material and shape, #2 pencil typebeat, really good for heavy-handed artists

Huion HS64 (NOT IN USE), $35.99 USD - this one is in the storage due to the fact i accidentally damaged the pen so i need to buy a new one and haven't gotten around that. this is THE tablet i would recommend to beginner artists. wacom is good too, but the cost isn't beginner friendly, plus the stylus sensitivity is just as good, if not better than wacom's. also, wacom drivers can be so fucky at times, and i have yet to encounter something with huion's

PROGRAMS

Paint Tool Sai (primary) - my absolute default in anything i start. simple layout, simple tool setting adjustments, super duper beginner friendly, and it's ultra light on your system's resources. also, the brush engine???? sweet fucking jesus, i have yet to find a lineart brush in Clip Studio Paint that can match the smoothness and clean lines that Sai offers, and i've been running with Clip for like 7 or so years now. i don't know how or why, Sai's line brushes are superior in my opinion

Clip Studio Paint - you've probably already heard of this one. i do use it when i want some texture to my lines, or some shortcut brushes like foliage and clouds. my primary usage nowadays is tone adjustments and effects

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR PROGRAMS

Paint Tool Sai v.2 - sometimes i feel messing around in it cuz it handles stabilization a little differently, and the program itself is closer to the current programs out on the market, like CSP/PS/etc. it's a great middleman when you wanna transition from Sai v.1 to CSP! plus i've seen that the interface is totally customizable through a mod somewhere

Magma - bro, this... this one might be an underdog and it's why i'm mentioning it in this list. it's COMPLETELY free, browser-based, and i swear to you that if you manage to fuck around with the brush settings enough, they're so damn smooth and nearly behave like CSP's. please give it a look into if you haven't yet and you're looking for a light alternative. also, fair warning, use opera/opera gx as your browser for it. for some reason chrome/firefox give it horrible lag and it won't feel as smooth with your strokes. ALSO A BONUS TO THIS: YOU CAN COLLAB ON THE SAME CANVAS AS YOUR FRIENDS AAAAAAA

hope that helps!!!

[mxlktxa]

road trips :)

cw; modern!au, strong language, terrible song references, ellie would probably never listen to these songs but the one of many ellies in my brain do so… yeah, if you dont like ice spice yes you do only for 2 seconds

songs referenced; lets groove by earth, wind & fire, hey ya by outkast, princess diana by ice spice

full rambles/quick reads here!!

♬ lets just get straight to the point, on roadtips theres music which means ellie is in charge of the music which also means if you dont like the song thats playing or she skips a song you like then it sucks to be you

♬ she plays a huge range of music, so thats where youre lucky but the trip always start with a song from the 80s or 90s !!!ALWAYS!!!

“you and this song, good fuckin lord ellie”

“shut the fuck up, you know its a good ass song”

“yes, but its not the only song on earth ellie”

“… lets groove tonight, share this spice of life”

“fuck me”

♬ at any stop either pumping gas (well after pumping gas) or at any drive thru ellie blasts a song that would get you to shake ass (ellie is always recording or watching in amazment) or just screaming lyrics and putting on a ‘performance’, anything to get your hips and/or ass moving

♬ that or shes playing a movie soundtrack, a sappy slow song, or something from a video game its always a surprise/shock

“babe?” ellie had her phone in hand scrolling slowly “how much do you love me?”

“not enough, why?”

ellie smirked, the intro coming on as she was watching you get out of the car and start to jump around all happy

“my baby dont mess around dont mess around because she loves me so and this i know for sure!”

“she loves me”

♬ ellie loves seeing you add your own favorite songs to her just to holler the lyrics, even if the song pisses her off she just loved seeing you all happy and giddy

“turn this shit off”

“callin my phone but they know i dont answer in the hood im like princess diana!”

“jesus christ”

“im thick cause i be eatin oats bitches not takin shit from me but notes!”

“youre so irritating and this is so fuckin bad babe”

“eat me! to her man im the girl of his dreams thinkin bout me when he brushin his teeth!”

♬ at stops where ellie just needs a refresher or wants to just talk because youd been sleeping a refresher she makes sure to park far from everyone else, looking to you with a little smile

“hey pretty girl” ellie brushed the back of her had against your cheek “slept good?”

“mmm. do we still have those fries? or my burger? my mouth is so dry”

“i wonder why,” she placed a napkin at your chin, cleaning up the drool that rested there.

“… wheres my food and where are we?”

♬ once reaching your destination, ellie stops at a little shop buying you both little souvenirs to start off

♬ also snaps a few pictures of you and her surroundings to start the trip but mainly so her photobook always starts off with you or some scenery

“look at this little notebook! its so cute”

“mhm”

“can i get a pen? i want a pen”

“sure thing”

“are you listening to me?” you turned as the flash went off, ellie capturing your pout in the photo, smirking at it

“im always listening. i just like these off guard photos better”

[ghstdoll]

his reactions are cute, losing himself under her tongue. she'd never given anyone a hickey before but she's almost certain there's no one who looks as good as he does like this, losing himself just for her and now he has a pretty mark to show it. she wonders if he knows what it is or what she'd just done but she doesn't imagine they were sucking on each others neck in the victorian era. "you look pretty when I mark you." she teases, biting down on her lower lip.

it's so intimate and romantic, sitting there in the quiet of her little room just wrapped up in each others embrace. the air feels lighter and she's pretty sure she's never laughed and smiled this much in her life, which seems even more insane considering he hasn't been able to actually talk to her yet and she's the one who's had to do most of it.

she smiles softly as he rests his forehead against hers again, their lips only inches away as his breath brushes against against her skin and it's so intense that salem even worries that her fiancé can hear the sound of her heart beating quick against her chest, thumping like a loud drum as it calls out for him, needing him like needing air to breathe as a shaky sigh leaves her, almost as if it's killing her not to kiss him but there were some important things they needed to talk about first.

it's hard not to smirk a little at his answer to him being a witch, there's always been legends about the existence witches and magic, her name sake being connected to one of them. but most of it wasn't real, or it at least didn't seem to be...until now. he could very easily be full of shit if she hadn't just witnessed him raise from the dead but she's kind of glad he isn't. "that's so cool." she muses. "I've always wanted to be a witch." she says teasingly thinking about when she was younger and going to stay with her aunt for halloween they would watch movies about witches and even dress up. but his answer only leads to more questions, like who exactly his supposed god was but she thinks she might have a theory.

but salem decides to wait, eyes watching as he looks away against nd begins to press his pen to paper before once more handing it over to her. it's not exactly a mind game as to what he's referring too at this point and salem knows what he's implying is kind of insane because this would be the part most people would run as fast as they could...but she stays put, in fact she even laughs a little at his words, finding the old timey pet name endearing but more so finding his lack of confidence silly. "and I think you underestimate just what I would do to keep my sweet husband happy." she says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she presses her nose against his with a hum. "so to bring you back fully we have to sacrifice people im guessing...and if that's what it takes to bring you back completely then so be it." she says smoothly, her eyes filled with confidence as she brushes her lips near his. "I have something I wanna show you too..." she breathes before breaking away from him, she doesn't move far though as she reaches under her bed and pulls out a large box setting it on the bed between them before opening it to revel a bunch of different knives she's collected over the years. "I guess maybe being a total psycho freak is in my blood because ever since I was a little girl I was obsessed with knives...I always wondered if it was because my dad was a serial killer and it made me feel closer to him in some fucked up daddy issues kind of way..." she shrugs before looking up at him. "there's this darkness inside of me, that's always been there, I don't feel the way normal people do and for the most part I mask it, I know I should be scared of you and the fact you're telling me this but this is me showing you that I'm really not...if anything it kind of makes me love you kore because you're like me." truth is she's never felt closer to anyone, not even her aunt who had always wished salem would never repeat her father's mistakes and salem only keeping the mask up because she didn't want to disappoint the only person who actually loved her...but now she's gone and salem can't pretend, she doesn't have to because she has someone who will truly appreciate her for who she is. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

her tongue swipes against his neck, making him jolt as a soft moan tears from his throat. he doesn’t expect it; how wet it feels, tickling his sensitive skin and making him feel good in a way he didn’t anticipate. it's intensely erotic, the way she licks his neck just before sucking down on it. it feels so good that he moans again, head tilting to the side to give her more access, one hand sliding against the back of her neck to encourage her to keep going.

he hates it when she pulls away, missing the pleasure he received from her wet mouth sucking at the same sensitive spot. she’s gazing at the same area she targeted, making him wonder if she left something behind on his flesh.

her hand slipping through his curls and her words praising his beauty distract him. he smiles a little, charmed by her and her soft, soothing touch. he never would’ve thought of himself as particularly smart looking, but maybe years of rigorous studies had paid off somehow. he wishes he could speak back; flirt with her too. so he settles on pressing his forehead to hers, breathing her air again, their lips dangerously close to touching. he desires her; to taste her once more.

he allows her to read the words he wrote, waiting for her reaction as green eyes fix on her face. she looks puzzled at first, like she didn’t expect it (and how could she have?). then she speaks, asking him if he’s from a family of witches and inquiring about his god. he nods to the first question and shakes his head at the second, because no, his god is nothing like the Christian god. in fact, this god is everything they fear. if salem were like everyone else, she would be scared too.

her hand presses to his face, her touch gentle as she traces his cheek, making his eyes flutter from enjoyment. her voice is soothing and sweet, almost as kind as her words. he loves being touched by her, but more than that he loves hearing out loud that she’s truly his fiance and they’re to be married. he has no idea how he’s gotten so lucky but he cherishes it, never wanting to let her go. but part of that is not wanting to scare her or bring her into a life she wouldn’t be happy. would she really want to kill someone else, or be okay with doing so? part of him feels that they’re alike on some deeper level, knowing almost psychically that everything would be okay. but the other part of him worries still, fretting that this is too much.

he sighs, looking away before picking the pen up again. beneath his previous note, he writes, “I’m not confident you’d want to be apart of such sacrifices, my beloved.” he meets her eyes when he’s done writing, gazing at her with warmth and love mixed with lust and dire need. he likes having her in his lap, pressed against him, but it makes him want more of her, which he knows should be wrong. he feels warm all over just having her body on his, one of his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her in closer.

[irradiatedsnakes]

when you have psychic powers this is just what you do instead of blowing up hot dogs in the microwave