#im drowning in sketches and ideas help

[eldritchminmo]

me, scrambling to try and catch up as best as i can with little train man things while also drawing/writing self-indulgent things:

[sunny-knight]

What Kind Of Monster Was He?

A @forgettable-au fan (colored) animatic

MINOR BLOOD WARNING!

*Was he the kind to do too much, or not enough?

…OK, SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS-

I had planned to finish this into a full fledged animation, but a lot of the parts I did end up finishing just didnt live up to what I imagined…I waited for more motivation to happen, but it just didnt so HERES THE COLORED ANIMATIC CAUSE IM REALLLY HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE and ive sat on posting this for like a 2 weeks 😭 which is an eternity in my time

Im gonna post the unfinished “finished” part on my side account @o-sunny-day though! and probably have people yell at me cause it actually isnt that bad AND IT TOTALLY ISNT I just… art. You get it. ENOUGH YAPPING! ITS TIME TO YAP!

except not yet, MORE BACKGROUND INFO HUCDHUC- but its background info on explaining the lore…

The explaining is much less expansive than in Dear My Dear just because I didnt work on it long enough to think every bit of it through. This is just a clean, nicer looking, and colored version of the very first storyboard.

I usually think about and put more effort into the little stuff while making the FINISHED bits since ive had so much more time to think about that in all the preppin n sketching.

BUT I liked the explaining format I did for Dear My Dear so im sticking with it!

The main idea for this was to do a study of Wingdings’ character from what we’ve been given, mainly focusing in on the expectations he puts on himself because holy shit the lyrics for this works so stupidly well it makes me mad LOOK AT THIS???

its ridiculous. i love it. I didnt know Jack Stauber helped write Forgettable AU???? woww!!! ANYWHO thats the gist of it, not much context is needed past that. Onto the sillies!!!! (per usual excuse the shitty quality of the pngs idk why Tumblr does that-)

Did you know love? Will you rest in peace?

Wingdings and Sans holding hands as kids, before turning to a casket like appearance for adult WD. The flowers hes holding are pretty important too, Marigolds to represent grief, Lilys, new life, and Forget Me Nots for this lovely little line I found when looking up good flowers to use-

“a promise to always remember” ….stop that.

That actually also has a double meaning in this case too. 1, ofc the forgetting of Wingdings. But ALSO Wingdings forgetting something himself. Forgetting who he is. Almost like a Zuko ATLA situation.

Did you have a family?

Who knows where theyre parents are, but this is HAPPY TIME and we’re gonna assume they were so awesome and very kind but had to leave or went to a farm in the sky for whatever reason.

The colors here I had a lot of fun with. Their parents had warm colors but the boys have cold, still with warm accents. Its said they more or less raised each other being very independent as shown in the second part with them running out the door by themselves.

How was the view from the shelf? Did you ever believe in yourself?

Before, we started with the beginnings. The good things, the only thing Wingdings cares to even recall. Now we’re seeing his life really start to turn upside down- making first contact with The Player :D

He’s hesitant to reach out, but is intrigued, before getting a rushing revelation of his reality and how it isnt “real”

Rather than feeling crushing existential dread, he more feels pressured to be BETTER, to figure a solution, to do something. Thats what white represents here

WHAT KIND OF MILK WERE YOU?

We then switch to more examples of how Wingdings is taking this pressure (not well) The soft tones of yellow that were shown before, turn to way brighter, intensifying that feeling that he should be fine, he should be happy, drowning in success of being the Royal Scientist.

But he just desperately wants to just go back to a time of nice coldness.

The warm vs cold tones in this I had so much fun with, coldness is supposed to represent hostility usually, while warm is nice and happy. (same with Black and white. Scary, relieving,) But these points often contradict each other, its hard to tell what you’re feeling vs what you’re supposed to be feeling. Just like Wingdings!

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DID YOU LIVE THROUGH?

The white lab coats, the expectations, theyre on all of them. But Wingdings has essentially become his expectations.

He questions what life he wants to live, one being himself and alone (speaking in wingdings) or not himself and with company (speaking in a “normal” font) Still, he frames it in past tense as he believes theres no going back now, based on what he knows.

“One of the last happy moments they had together” stop that. (i cant find a link to when that was said but I know it was once, about them taking a photo together….)

DID YOUR LIFE RUN RICH WITH CALCIUM?

Calcium….bonesss :3 Hehehehdhehfhehehheheheh still dont know why he has holes in his hands so we’re movin on

DID THEY LAUGH AT YOU OR DID YOU LAUGH AT THEM?

Compared to the childhood Wingdings remembered, heres the sadder, bleaker, more realistic version. He always thought they were laughing at him but… maybe they werent.

DAIRY BELOVED. YOUR DAYS ARE GONE,

It doesnt matter now though. Because in the NOW, Wingdings has become consumed by his expectations of himself, seeing this has the “only option” to do the only thing that he feels will give his life meaning and purpose, establishing connection with THE PLAYER

But the grocery list goes on…

And yet life continues on without him, and his room is transformed into a more livable space now that someone is…living in it. Always hurts so much making the differences between Wingdings and Papyrus’ room. It feels like making something out of the man Wingdings COULD HAVE been. Because honestly thats just what Papyrus is,

Thank you to my bestie @fruitytrip for helping me with all of my art in general but especially the storyboarding on this :3 <3

[whollysensei]

this is a brainstorm of a weirdly horny dream i had a few weeks ago where daniil was some sort of a lizard werebat with shiny black scales; then i googled a bunch and never found the right equivalent for this concept from my dream so i drew him kinda wonky and he just looks like a vampire man with an upgraded skin but he can BITE eheheheh

i think i probs should post this page of gay sketches before i drown in my graduation project and exams so that i wont forget about my cringe gay men

anyway thank you for your attention

(*sob* also pls give me burda or patho ideas im starving and pinterest isn't helping anymore *sob*)

[luckypunklemonade]

(shamefully, with my hands deep in my pockets and my head hung) i fucking loved your dan akroyd fic and it was amazing. i would love more of him flirting with reader and being super annoying only to be ignored by her.......... im so sorry world..........

lmao I love this message don’t apologize and I’m so, so glad we’re on the same wavelength because I have more thoughts! I plan on more with just him but I don’t have a ton of time to hash them out the way I want and this is how I build up to it.

*Me handing this to you in a crumpled envelope with hearts and stars on it* here. for you! :)

| Dylan O’Brien as Dan Aykroyd in Saturday Night

All week has been ramping up stress, especially as the sort of crew, cast, and tech liaison that Lorne needed but wouldn’t admit he needed. Of course the night of, only half of the bits and sketches were prepped and put together. It didn’t help that Lorne was yet to organize a final say on the entire run, who’s in and who’s out. It would break you heart seeing cast members rehearsing their sketches, cutting bits to fit into a box of time we may have to keep shrinking or toss altogether, but you were too busy.

You were never usually involved with the cast, mostly because their pre-performance rituals involved coke and, otherwise, you just couldn’t find them. They were always wandering, gathering and dispersing just to torture the poor crew runners. One of the things you had to make clear to Lorne, you are not their wrangler. “Look around, Lorne-“ You had to snap to get his attention, waving a list of things the ‘talent’ needed that Neil delivered to you.

“Lorne! You have legions of spineless interns who dream of getting threatened by execs like you do. Ask them to keep these guys contained. I believe in you, but you’re gonna have to designate jobs to someone who isn’t already drowning in tech crew tasks.”

“You’re dependable.” He muttered, eyes tracking a rack of clothing. The implication that this would placate you made you clench your fists.

“I’m serious, Lorne. I’m not your jack of all trades. As if handing out Donoghue’s pages and having to bring him back complaints wasn’t enough, I had to call maintenance to the south hallway twice. I can’t be responsible for-“

“You’re doing great.” Lorne patted your back as he walked past you toward the control room, eyes glazed over in stress.

Sure, he was stressed. We were all stressed. You were sure you’d find time to feel empathetic toward him when you didn’t have a novel’s worth of papers in your hands.

Onto the set after the lighting equipment crashed down, yelling at the guys who rigged it, turning to yell at Belushi as he wound his fist back. Right in the middle of him and the target, telling the light director to cool his jets before he gets in trouble and you get put in charge of finding his replacement, Dan caught Belushi’s arms and pulled him away. You threw an exasperated “thanks” at him, to which he winked and corralled his steaming costar toward the hall.

Finding Dan was easy. Anywhere a cute girl was or, surprisingly, where you needed him. He was a flirt and a distraction but, when something felt unmanageable or a shelf was too high, he was dependable. You didn’t even have to ask. What you couldn’t figure out was if he was like this with all the crew that needed his help.

While it was helpful, having him at your disposal when it was needed, you wished you could have the help silent. He was a smooth talker with more charm than most girls knew what to do with and half the brains to use his pick-up line a little quieter. Having heard his whole spiel three times over on every girl he knew, you rolled your eyes twice just so he got the idea.

“Danny, aren’t you supposed to bring a sort of ‘new wit’ to the cast? Is that really the only line that works?” You asked snatching a roll of twine from the hands that just retrieved it from the shelf for you.

“It hasn’t failed me yet.” He began reaching for the twine to untangle it for you, accepting defeat when you pulled it out of his reach, eyebrows furrowing at the knots.

“And telling girls you’re a manwhore gets has a high success rate?”

“So far.”

He liked the way you scoffed like he was funny. His type of dry humor always got laughs, but not like yours. Yours was sarcastic and challenging and it made him want more.. You started walking away quickly to something you could do at the same time as untangling, he followed.

“It’s not like there aren’t any other girls to harass, Danny. Since you get to take it easy with the rest of the cast.”

“Not half as fun as harassing you, pretty girl.”

“I’m busy.”

“I like ‘em busy.”

You grabbed a crew member carrying a box of hats, “Did Neil tell you those go to props instead of costumes?”

Your conversation served two purposes: checking another thing off of your list and ignoring Dan. He stood with his eyes bouncing between you and the other guy as you told him of a few other things he could do for you. Of the “runners” in the crew, you were by far the most productive, effective, and reliable. When the tasks were handed off, he stepped back in front of you. “Y’know, this past week, I’ve been picking up your hints, pretty girl.”

You scoffed again, “Danny, the only thing I’ve been dropping for you is your pages and complaints from the crew about your marks. If I’ve been flirting with you, it’s practice.”

He smiled, a cocky smile making you dread his response. “I’m working on the punctuality.”

You smiled back sarcastically and walked past him, “I’m working on the flirting.”

Throughout the day, your list had shortened despite how many well-meaning questions Gilda asked and how immovable Donoghue was about his pages. You walked out of his office, middle finger raised accompanied by “You’re my favorite coworker. Never change,” you turned right around to Dan. “I need help in my dressing room.”

“Right.”

“It’s true, I’m helpless. You are here to help, right?”

“I’ll get Mark from costumes down soon. You’ll have to wait.”

“I need help from you. Mark can’t help me like you can.”

You turned to face him, “Don’t insult Mark. Mark is what you get and Mark is what you‘ll like, got it?”

Dan looked down at you, then up as if he was pondering, then back down at you, “Yes, ma’am”

He grabbed your waist to pretend as if he needed to squeeze past you in the hallway despite all the room he had. He laughed at your reaction as he walked away. “Jesus, Danny, don’t hurt yourself.”

Dan had never been flirted with like this. In his industry, girls sort of fell into the directors’ box. They did what they were told, meaning they fawned when he swooped in or made it clear they wanted nothing to do with him. You were backstage, jaded to his kind, and not intimidated by anything he could throw at you. You flirted back by teasing him, by sarcasm and wit to match his. He asked once why you weren’t on stage with the crew. You said you weren’t a circus clown, you only worked with them.

While Lorne and Dick were stuck in a room full of creepy old men, Neil was ran off somewhere, and the control room asked for more cigarettes, you walked through the hall with a fresh pack. Leaned against his dressing room doorframe, watching you walk quickly past and toward the control room, he called, “I met Mark.”

“That’s great, Danny.”

“Mark doesn’t call me ‘Danny’. It’s just ‘Dan’, he doesn’t know me like you do. I only accept the best service, you know.” He catches your arm, “So, what do you think about my part in the construction sketch?”

“Danny, not now. Those pricks are demanding things and, even if they’re pricks, they could switch to Carson any time they want and I have too much faith in Lorne to let-“

“Well, have faith in me for a second, will ya?” He pulled you into his dressing room and directed you to his mirror, sitting you down and sliding his hands over your shoulders. “Take a few deep breaths. Jesus, you’re tense.”

“What do you want?”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Quickly, Danny. I don’t have a lot of time.”

Twenty minutes later, you emerged from his dressing room, smoothing your shirt down and beelining to get those cigarettes to the control room. This ordeal was to be added to the list of setbacks tonight. You left Danny on the couch, buttoning up his shirt, with the door open for the few who weren’t too busy to see the spectacle. He grinned at you as you turned the corner regardless. For once, he felt like he was the one being used. And he liked it.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

So on the TLT Discord, after posting the sketches of Zero and Rust, Nethie and Cage both mentioned swimsuits (context: I censored Rust in his boxers because i didnt know if it was too risqué)-- Nethie saying specifically the official tour posters. To be honest, i forgot about those outfits and wanted to do something with them so here's a WIP (I put a divider cause this is long-ish):

For this post I'm going to use he/him//his pronouns for the Tombsonas btw!

Contexr: While taking a break from surfing, Zero found out the hard way why Tesla avoids going into water that has living creatures in it. So, Zero being Zero, decides to poke the sleeping bear (quite literally) even more and enjoys being shocked by Tesla.... Who is debating if he wants to see if he can kill Zero using a ballpoint pen.

Rust helped Armstrong out of the water and found out that Army had made a few new friends; much to Army's excitement and dismay (he can't get them off of his diver's suit)

Also debating what tats. to add to Rust, so im open to ideas! Nothing on his arms or neck-- otherwise all my old art would bother me lmfao [This also reminded me that I've gotta make a ref for his piercings and scars--and where he has grey body hair (because it's where there was old scaring!)]

Spoilers for Doc's section of the "Chosen" comic, by the way, so skip this section if you don't want spoilers lol.

After seeing Doc just staring out at the water; not in a gazing in awe or fun way either, just staring. Zelimir decided to ask if Doc wanted to, quote, "-join him". Not being specific enough with his words, Zel finds out that Doc can manipulate water*. After a few moments, Zelimir explains that he meant to join him swimming not... whatever Doc was doing. Of course, Doc knew that Zel wanted that but figured it would be fun to mess around with him (plus, Marshall may be a tad bit afraid of swimming).

Drawing Doc as the canon model is so strange-- or well mostly canon (I'll never draw him without hair unless it is for a shitpost). Like having his normal outfit is so weird to me lmao

*During the Chosen comic "Survive" , when Marshall ends up joining with Doc, the mob who'd been attempting to murder Marshall (... let's be honest here, less normal just murder and probably more like linch Marshall) was drowned to death by Doc. Meaning Doc has to have some sort of water/muck manipulation abilities--even if it just cause Doc was living there. (Here's that panel btw- this is why I love Marshall and Doc)

So yeah that's about it! I plan to add more to the drawing (hence the weird cropping) and will *probably* resketch all of these but I figured it was worth sharing lmao

I also found out that i struggle less to draw feet if i draw animal paws eith the raised heel (like where they are on their front toes ina fursuit type thing) and then add a heel 💀 lmfao

Thanks for reading and looking at my work! Much love yall! /pos

(Also here's the poster with the swimwear in question-)

Also one more thing- It is absolutely HILARIOUS to me that Doc is in his 100% normal gear/outfit when going to the beach. No swimsuit- sunglasses- or even just like a flower lei; no, he's in his black (p)leather jacket, black jeans, an arm wrap, black boots, a black hat, and (the only extra thing) a black umbrella. Hopefully Tombsonas can't have a heatstroke lmfaooo

Okay I'm done yapping I swear lmfao

TLT MASTERLIST

[elliestation]

ALYXCAT'S PAWSOME PLAYLIST - MY FAVORITE PARTS OF MY OWN ALBUM

I WANNA…i love the stereo space in this track. it just feels so wide to me and im being hugged by my guitars. im just so proud of myself to making this so quickly as proof of concept that i could make something really good if i just chose to have fun.

ANYTHING….the first and last verse of the song was written by my girlfriend. she wrote a song for our first anniversary that turned me into a SOPPING WET CRYING MESS and i had to reference it in some way. i ended up making this song for this years anniversary with a bunch of cute art i doodled with the lyrics on it…she cried and i was so glad.

TRACK THREE. this one encapsulates what writing this album felt like to me. everything was in perfect alignment. i feel like i really cracked the code. like i finally crossed (krossed haha) a hurdle that i'd been stuck on for many years of my life. its so corny and full of things i love about the songs i love, but thats the point. this is the song that taught me to embrace the rough and scrappy drafts and ideas and throw my feelings of inadequacy to the side. Polyana's verse really cemented this for me too because she just freestyles at the end and it just felt right to keep it in. TLDR: this song taught me to trust my gut. i love it so much.

HEADSPACE. i wrote this song after having a "regular" conversation with someone in my family and i was realizing i was dissociating as a defense mechanism whenever a specific sort of interaction would occur. i've always wanted to write a song that gets really intense and is really grand, rough, and intense, and this song really did it for me. its the first time i really appreciate my singing and screaming voice in its natural range, so im glad it was the first one on the album to feature it.

RECHARGED. i wrote this on a bad day but originally as a joke to make myself feel better. the starting sample is actually a stupid deku meme put through many layers of botanica ass sound design to hide it. i got a bunch of funny reactions from my friends after showing them. i actually did feel pretty refreshed after making this. enough to keep moving forward for the day <3

HOLD ME (sunglare from the sun). aside from the weird title shit thats going on with this track, this song is about a conversation i had with myself. my weeks kept feeling like moments of drowning mixed with the most euphoric times of my life on repeat. as much as i wanted to give up on everything i held dear to me, some part of me couldn't let go and encouraged me to keep going. despite all my self-sabotage, a part of me still had some fight left. the way that this song progresses is something that i never thought i could ever accomplish, and im glad that fighting side of me won because i would have never made this song without it.

CANT LET YOU KNOW. the person that this song is about changed my life. i know that the chorus and all that sounds like they sucked, but really i can't help but hope they're doing okay. though i may be afraid to tell them to their face, i hope they find this song and know that im glad they were apart of my life. i just love how corny this song is and I LOVE POLYANA'S VOICE SO MUCH. okay anwya yeah I ALSO LOVE THIS FUCKINNN OUTRO ITS SOOOO PRETTY TO MEEA AAA

SENTIMENTAL ALIBI. kros… FUCKING. KROS. THIS GUY IS MY FUCKING GOAT. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THIS SONG WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE ALBUM!!! i made a little sketch one day and sent it to him just to hear his thoughts and HE CAME BACK WITH A WHOLE VERSE THAT MATCHED THE VIBES PERFECTLY WITHOUT ANY CONTEXT! and it ended up becoming the WHOLE SONG and one of the biggest projects i've ever worked on. for this entire album being the first times i've ever started working with people, im SO GLAD that my first experiences have results like this. these people have become such important pillars of my life and im so glad we were not only able to communicate that into a song together and work so well together doing it. my fav part of this song is the final climax…this is the first time i really sang my heart out on a chorus,,,,,and I LOVE HOW IT SOUNDS!!! THAT USUALLY NEVER HAPPENS!!!

TAKE A STEP. this song pushed me with the sound design a little and im really happy about it. when i hear this song i always feel a bit of me choosing to be a little hater and cringe at the conry ass message i have in this, but strangely i feel such comfort knowing i can look at those feelings, accept them, and move on despite them. i may think its stupid, corny, cringe, whatever. but i'll keep following those feelings because they have only led me to create this entire project. i will keep taking a step towards the realest parts of me no matter how fucking stupid i sound because its the only way to grow. im really glad this is the last song on the album for this reason.

the entire album means so much to me because this (and hopefully future projects too) will continue to serve as reminders of the lessons, memories, and joy i experienced when creating this project. dare i say, i would need a Sentimental Alibi to free myself from the nostalgia of this project.

i really hope these messages resonated with you <3 thank you so much for reading.

love you, stay safe.

[kandisheek]

Cap-IM Bingo 2023 Round 1 Masterpost

Here’s a masterpost for all of my bingo fills for this round. I got a blackout (whoop whoop!), so here we go:

We Are Briefly Gorgeous Square: S1 - He Wants That Tony finds himself in a gay bar right after signing his divorce papers, drowning his sorrows. Turns out the handsome stranger that chats him up is just the distraction he needs.

Rapt Attention Square: S2 - Learn A New Skill Tony is a little baffled by Steve's sudden interest in his work. Apparently he wants to learn more about engineering, which is fine by Tony. He'd never keep anyone from following their passion. Little does he know that Steve is a lot more curious about the man behind the machines than the machines themselves.

Art: Stony intimacy Square: S3 - Art Format: Close-Up

Art: Angsty Wing AU Square: S4 - AU of Your Choice

Dolphins Do It Better Square: S5 - Questionable Decision-Making Process Tony keeps looking for a way to make Steve come hard enough to completely satisfy him. He thinks he's finally found the perfect solution.

When The Party's Over Square: T1 - Hospitals When Natasha calls him to ask for help after Siberia, Tony almost doesn't go. It's only because she's not with the rogues that he ends up coming in for an assist. Of course, when he does, everything goes to shit. And who is it that ends up saving him? Steve motherfucking Rogers. As if Tony doesn't have enough problems already.

Art: Steve and Tony flying Square: T2 - Hug-And-Fly

Art: Lazy Centaur Steve and Tony sketch Square: T3 - Horses

Art: Ninja concept art Square: T4 - Ninja

Art: Stony in a Storm Square: T5 - Lightning Strikes

My Jolly Sailor Bold Square: O1 - AU: Underwater Toni knows it's strange that she's never felt the urge to sing for any of the sailors passing through her reef. Her sisters seem to think that sharing pleasure with a human is one of the greatest joys in life, but Toni has never seen the appeal. Then a ship carries a beautiful woman into Toni's waters. And Toni finally understands what her sisters meant.

When Hell Freezes Over Square: O2 - Do You Feel What I Feel? Tony ingests a drug that amps his insecurities up to eleven. It seems like he's extremely susceptible to Steve's opinion specifically, now that he's like this. Steve has no idea what to make of it. He only knows that trying to take care of Tony without accidentally revealing his feelings for him is going to be virtually impossible. He does it anyway.

Never Worlds Apart Square: O3 - Free Space It's been six years since he's seen Tony when he walks into his favorite diner and sees him sitting in their old booth, as if nothing ever happened. Steve can't believe the nerve of Tony to just show up out of the blue after the way he ended things. Turns out Tony has a reason for wanting to make amends. And Steve doesn't appreciate only finding out about it after Tony has already almost died.

A Guiding Hand Square: O4 - Hidden Depths Tony is perpetually stressed. His job, his divorce and his insomnia are making his life a living hell. He just can't seem to catch a break. That is until his boss Steve inadvertently gives him exactly what Tony needs - a firm hand. Tony hasn't played with his submissive tendencies in years, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. And as it turns out, Steve is more than happy to give him the guidance he craves.

Sparks Are Gonna Fly Square: O5 - Car Race Tony drives the 1-California in San Francisco. The highlight of his day, every day, is sharing a smile and a nod with the hot guy that drives the 8-Bayshore. Tony has never actually talked to the guy, but he's pretty sure that they have a connection. Then, one day, some guy picks a fight during Tony's shift and ends up cutting his bus in half. If you had asked Tony earlier, he would've said that there is no way anything positive can come from an experience like that. Except when it turns out to be his golden opportunity to actually meet the Bayshore-hottie.

The Devil's Staircase Square: N1 - Writing Format: Emulate Someone Else’s Style “Do you remember who I was inside?” Entire lives inside that dream. Hushed words and whispered promises. Tony remembered all too well. Inside, Steve had called him love. Outside, Steve called him traitor.

Turbulence Square: N2 - Weather Is Out Of Control Steve has a major headache, and the businessman douchebag yelling into his phone at the airport isn't helping. There's only so much Steve can stand before he gets up and puts the guy in his place. Finding out that they're actually seat neighbors is beyond awkward. Especially when Steve's anxiety kicks in as they fly right through a storm. But as it turns out, the guy isn't as much of a douchebag as Steve first thought.

The Art of Winning Square: N3 - Attainable Goals During an Avengers bootcamp, Steve gets the mission to make Tony say the words "You win" or "I give up" to Steve specifically. Which would be fine if Tony didn't seem completely incapable of admitting defeat. In the end, desperate times call for desperate measures. And it's not like it was Steve's idea to play gay chicken. He can hardly be held responsible for the consequences.

Art: Stony take on The Astronomer by Johannes Vermeer Square: N4 - Art Format: Parody of a Famous Painting

It Don't Get Hot Like This In Heaven Square: N5 - Alien Planet Tony gets thrown into a dimension where the dinosaurs survived and evolved as the dominant species on the planet. This universe's version of Steve Rogers has terrifyingly sharp teeth and an even tougher skin than usual, but other than that he's Captain America through and through. He's also incredibly attractive. And Tony has never been known for his impulse control.

Making Up The Reasons Square: Y1 - Writing Format: Character Study The Avengers all get reverted back to the age when they lost their virginity. It's funny until it isn't.

Those Who Mind Don’t Matter Square: Y2 - Left My Wallet In My Other Suit Tony is an omega and therefore coveted by most of the alpha population. However, to everyone's surprise and outrage, he gets together with Steve, a beta. Steve knows he shouldn't care what anyone else says, but you can only read so many headlines calling you unworthy and inadequate before you start to question yourself. What if Tony would be happier with an alpha?

Running With The Wolves Square: Y3 - Duty Everyone knows that the running of the wolves is rigged. So Steve isn't surprised when he is chosen as this year's sacrifice after offending Lord Hammer at the ball. The lycans guard their secrets well, so in the end Steve won't even know which one of them will end his life during the chase. What Steve doesn't know is that he has already caught the eye of one of the lords. And that a lycan protects his own until the day he dies.

Destiny Deserves Another Chance Square: Y4 - No Talent But High Hopes Steve is absolutely starstruck by the pirate who saves his village from destruction. When the mayor offers an omega's hand as a reward for his heroic deed, Steve wants nothing more than to be whisked away towards a better life. Anywhere would be better than here. He's devastated when the alpha chooses Sunset Bain instead. He never even looks at Steve, which makes sense, considering Steve looks nothing like a proper omega should, what with his height and muscles. It's probably better that he was spared the humiliation. And it's not like Steve has a chance to win the pirate's heart now that he's promised to another. Or so he thinks.

Where There Is Desire Square: Y5 - Stretching The cave that Steve and Tony stupidly get themselves trapped in demands a sacrifice of innocence to set them free. Steve offers to sacrifice his virginity. Tony fucking loves hates magic.

[thesnakeoutsider]

We made a HUGE project. I mean we even make a f dam short movie about this. This is the level of inspiration that Glitch gives to us. We started in November… the time really fly’s . And all the artist that come to this with us are amazing, but I need to said that this project would exist without two of them.

Liz helped me sooo much with ideas, corrections and company this months.

@rainidot helped my with toons of art when I was drowning in the “we don’t have ghost art!” Crisis.

Both of them watch me cry and go dead for a lot of irl reasons and stayed. Plus they keep me going in the brain riot. Screaming and plotting with me, enjoining the story that brings us together.

Im really grateful to have them in my life now. Is kinda a funny story cuz I maybe pick up Liz and the ‘tsim took us form 0 to 100 but… Rain come to my life kicking the door down when I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there. And talk to me like if she was there since the beginning of the times.

We are soo different but still we find each other thanks to @scientificallywrongsoap and here we are. And I believe that we still have a lot of time together in the future.

And I hope that we can still make projects like this. Or even bigger now that they know my other friends and we prove that create together is always the best way to do it.

Now I’m gonna leave here. My fav “files” of The Glitch Project.

This one is the Subject 7-1 page. I have soo much ideas for him cuz he is one of my favs, and hunting his info was fun. I rewatched all his playlist again. We cross reference stuff and drawing the little notes in the notebook was my fav part. I have a soft spot for diaries and drawings in them. Plus the blood effect? Proud of myself for that.

My second fav is the page for “The Glitch” I know that he was at first like Subject 7-1 says “a copy of a copy” and OC of Sunny Day Jack, but I believe that his existence is one of the reasons that I fall even more for Glitch’s stories. I watched a reflection of a lot of my creative process. And a he throw a hard rock to my head with a few stuff that I will not share.

But there’s a video where he materialize with Jack the circle of creation. And finally I could put a representation to the feel that I have in the inside for a long time.

And I wanted that to be part of his file. So I created this. The figure in the center is … the transcript of the videos where he comes to the stage and starts to shine.

The little art with the flowers is the one I did when he become Biblical Accurate König, I remember that I wanted to give him something to remember. And the forget me no are the best flowers for that, those flowers are actually present in a lot of my art. And the sketches in the notebook are my actual sketches! Except for the sun stiker that one is from Darling Doe. Really one of my favs.

And last but not least, The Smith and Zed pages, cuz the hell I remember how to use green runes! And I’m just in love of those two I mean i always belive that my first fic form the Glitchverse will be about Swagger -cuz I’m swagger coded- or Subject 7-1 but no it was them. The Smith and Zed, the monster I will become when I have time to write more about those too.

And that’s it. Bye

Do you know that feeling when you see a project start, you participate in its development, you get to know and spend time with people, you have fun and a little bit of stress working on it and once it's done you feel kinda weird.

You're happy, because of the good memories, because of the people you worked with, because "It's complete! Hurray!".

And yet... You're kinda sad, because it's finally over. It's done. You're done.

But still, you're happy. Because you know there's always something new that might come along.

[the-husbando]

"It comes in waves, but you can survive it, just let the tide bring you back to shore"

[rubyinasnuggie]

Have you considered drawing your own OC's?

this is probably about rwby ocs, which i have considered creating, but ive never gotten very far. definitely partially because red riding hood and snow white wouldve been my top choices for an allusion lmao

i have a couple very loose conceptual ocs to fill out the beacon academy class, but im not in love with any of them, nor do I have any real designs for them

but in general i actually have a couple of original projects! ill put this under a read more in case you only wanted me to talk about rwby ocs 😅

bishop is a siren-hunter who drowns one night and becomes a mermaid, and satch is the mermaid who rescues him. as you can see.... they are in love

there's more to it, and more characters, but i'm honestly a little stuck on it rn which is a big reason why im working on rwby stuff, a palette cleanser of sorts!

also it's fun to practice costume design when you have a better idea of where an arc is going

i have a whole nonsense actor au for this whole story which is so silly but i can't help myself (altho i think i'm going to be posting some of those to my ko-fi)

so, yeah! i have a lot of ocs and story ideas, im just a little shy about posting and talking about them, especially since this is a fan blog.

Here's some other sketches from other stories I've only kinda developed but I'm info dumping at this point anyway, so........... yeah! These are my OCs!

[nctrenjunie]

Heatwaves~ Jaehyun!Doctor X Reader

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: YES, finally after losing it I had to rewrite it all :(( I literally have to wake up in less than 2hours ughh. 

Request: I hope you´ll like it!!! <3

You felt kind of hypnotized by the bad feeling that followed you throughout the whole week now. The idea of overworking the past weeks so you can rest now, lingered now only as a regret in your head since catching a cold and having to move to your doctor wasn't really what you would like to call a relaxing break.

The pumping feeling of your headache drove you insane as you tried to cope with the intense lack of sleep that started to roll in now whilst you were waiting for your name to be called. Besides how weak you felt you were sure that you must have had a fever, judging by the big sweater you were wearing under the winter jacket that you usually only took out at the end of the year. And even tho you were packed in thousands of layers, the coldness of your body was also one of the symptoms under which you were suffering right now.

You tried to keep your eyelids open, looking around the room as you fixated your gaze on a boring graphic sketch of a boat, under pressing the loud coughs that you thought you cured earlier with the sweet anti cough syrup you swallowed before making your way a few blocks down to your doctors praxis. 

It seemed peaceful at first, just as if you were in the eye of an hurricane, the waves you were swimming in, trying to get somewhere or maybe to someone. The tranquil ciel waves changed abruptly into aggressive crimson blue ones, almost drowning you into the cold atmosphere as you tried to maintain yourself over water keeping your eyes out for any kind of salvation. It's so cold. You heard your name being called. Looking at the direction, a small boat fell into your sight. You couldn't really distinguish the face of the person on it until the boat neared you. You tried to concentrate, trying to find out who this familiar looking man with a still blurred face was whilst he already gripped your arms to pull you out of the water on the boat. The sky started to brighten again, the storm ending as the familiar stranger pulled you up. “Don't worry I'll keep you warm Y/N.”

“Y/N, Miss Y/N.”

You woke up, looking around the waiting room you must've fallen asleep in. The woman at the receptor called out your name again, getting no response until you abruptly stood up coughing out a small “yes”. Clearly trying to maintain her smile she accompanied you to the room, leaving you alone to wait for a doctor you knew all to good. You sat down on the medbed rubbing your hand over your upper arms to try and keep yourself as warm as you felt at the end of your small dream.

“ So, Miss Y/N. How are we feeling today?”

The silence that lived in the room died down as Doctor Jungs voice brought his bright voice to shine. Looking up you got greeted by his beautiful smile on the familiar face you haven't visited for long. Trying to speak up you coughed out two or three times before answering his questions.

“Why so formal Doctor Jung....”

You started to smile, trying to stay awake. Laughing out of nowhere. Jaehyun, who you've known since a long time joined in by your laughter until he looked at you worried, stopping as you started to cough out again. Taking a break you kept on talking.

“ I've got a headache. My throat hurts and I think I have fever...Jaehyun, I mean doctor give me something.”

“Didn't I tell you to take better care last time? You overwork yourself and then give me work to heal you again? Am I your dad or what?”

You looked at him through  your slightly opened eyes as he moved some things on the desk. The white rolled up sleeves of his medcoat left the perfect view of his veiny underarms, leading your eyes down to his beautiful perfect hands that were typing some things on the keyboard. You closed your eyes, seeing pitch black as you took another break before speaking up again.

“You can be if you...I mean, Im so sleepy, and so cold. Just give some pills and nose spray so I can go home and rest. At least there's warm; it's freezing cold in here.”

“Don't worry Y/N, I can keep you warm if you want.”

You fastly opened your eyes, noticing the deep voice against your ear. You looked into his eyes, now realizing that he was in fact, standing between your legs, one hand against the wall you were leaning on whilst sitting on the medbed. Jaehyuns eyes kept contact with yours as his hand creeped up your leg as same as the warm feeling in your body that you were longing for almost the whole week. No words were exchanged as Jaehyun moved his one hand from the wall to cup your right cheek as he pressed his soft hot lips against your cold ones. You closed your eyes, going in for the kiss deepening the make out session Jaehyun just started. His plump lips were moving slowly against yours, like waves, biting on your under lip sometimes or intertwining his tongue with yours whilst he pressed his thumb against your neck. The purposely hot breaths he left out between the steamy make out session left you craving for more as he filled you with new energy to waste on lust and pleasure. Whilst his mouth was working on heating you up his other hand went down, helping the other one that was already working on taking of all the layers of your body. 

Your winter jacket was the first one to go and then the big sweater that gave Jaehyun's lips the access to leave butterfly kisses on your neck. You panted out by every layer that went its way on the floor. The white medcoat he wore joined your clothes on the clean floor before jaehyun pulled you aggressively closer, putting one hand on your neck and the other one on your waist, embracing your body with his warm broad shoulders as you felt the outline of his abs against your already naked torso.

You moaned out, not keeping down the loud way you panted out his name as his right hand went down over your breast to your already heated pussy. You threw your head in your neck, giving his other hand better access to feel your pulse with two fingers that was pumping hectically against them, leaving him satisfied.

 He would love to see this from another perspective. Your closed eyes only opening themselves to roll back from the ecstasy whilst his one hand was working his magic on your neck. His lips muffling down your loud moans he wants to keep only for himself. His already throbbing out boner leaving a big bulge in his work pants while his other hand was already working magic deep inside of you, making you ready for what's to come. 

“Fuck, you love that right? Getting fingered on a medbed making everything wet? You're so dirty baby. Don't worry baby, im gonna make you feel even warmer. Right, you want that? You want to be fucked good to get back on track?”

Jaehyun kept teasing you, taking his fingers out of you to grope at your inner thigh, his lips speaking out dirty words whilst biting hard on your neck, making your roll back your eyes. He bobbed his hand two or three times over his already freed member before positioning it against your hole, waiting for your answer. You tried to form out an answer, feeling the tip of his dick already poking against your entrance.

“Jae..fuck yes please...please just fuck me and do your job.”

You gasped out, trying to scream out his name as he pumped into you, holding down your hips to keep you from moving. Insane pants were filling the room, your nails digging into his veiny under arms and his hand moving up into your hair, gripping it and moving your head to get a better access on your neck to leave love bites on it. 

“Fuck, fuck...don't stop jae, I'm almost there.”

Listening to your erotic words Jaehyun fastened the pace, fucking you into oblivion until waves of heat crashed over you as he came into you, joining you into the crimson blue ocean of sexual euphoria. Your almost closed eyes closed, leaving you to look into the pitch black nothing. 

The warm body that just kept you warm seemed to be disappeared as you woke up from your dream. Opening your eyes you were met by the bright clinical light and a half amused and half aroused Jaehyun, sitting on a chair before you. Noticing now that you must've fallen asleep you averted your ashamed gaze from his, hiding behind the big layers you were wearing.

“Well you felt so exhausted Y/N, you just fell asleep. I hope you had a good dream, at least it seemed like this.”

Jaehyun's chuckle didn't really hide the big smile that was plastered over his face as he made his way over to you.  Pulling down the fabric that you had covered your head with, he put his lips close to your ear, making you shiver shortly.

“Don't worry i'm gonna do my job and make sure you're kept warm.” 

[imma-fucking-nerd]

What A Catch

Siren!Dewey x Reader

((welcome to my first Dewey fic, hope y’all like it!))

You were taking a stroll down to the rocks of the coastline, swaying your basket of paints and brushes slightly as you tried to find the perfect spot. It was mid day and you wanted to get started on a painting you’ve been dying to do for weeks before you lost daylight. You clutched the rolled canvases under your arm to try and keep them as dry from the ocean spray as possible. A small smile made its way onto your face as you inhaled the refreshing ocean air into your lungs. Today was going to be a good day. All that could be heard was the crashing of the waves against the rocks and the squawks of the seagulls that circled overhead. It was only by chance that you heard it. A voice. A singing voice to be exact. It was faint as the crashing waves dominated your sense of hearing as you walked on a rocky pathway made by nature. It must’ve been someone singing from a boat and the wind carried the tune, you thought to yourself.

You kept walking along the rocky shore, making sure to stay as close to the wall of the cliff as possible. You were lost in your own thoughts until you heard it again, louder this time. The voice. It was louder this time, just barely enough to make out that it was male. Unlike before, the sound had caught your attention. You kept walking in the same direction, and the voice grew louder. Clearer. The more you could hear of the voice, the more curious you had become. Who did the voice belong to? What was he doing out here? It seemed that you would find out soon enough, as your feet headed towards the source of the sound almost on their own. As you made your way, you couldn’t help but feel excited to meet whoever it belonged to. He had such a lovely voice.

The voice was clearer now that you had followed the sound for a bit. Your small smile grew as you could tell that whoever was singing was having a blast. He sounded like he was singing like no one was listening. It made your insides feel all warm and fuzzy. It was endearing to say the least. So, you kept closing the distance hoping to meet the person who the voice belonged to. He certainly sounded like a fun person, if his voice was anything to go off of. Not too long after you stopped in front of an opening to a cave. You could hear the sweet song bouncing against the walls of the cave and you could see the reflection of rippling water coming from inside. Any other time you’d be terrified to enter a creepy cave alone that held a mysterious singer inside. However, you didn’t feel any fear at this moment. You only felt an intense need to follow the voice, a need you didn’t even realize you had up until now. But for whatever reason, even knowing that didn’t give you hesitation. Slowly, you gently placed down your basket and canvas rolls by your feet before you made your first steps into the cave.

You’re eyes trailed up the walls of that cave as you slowly walked through. The reflections of the water within gave the cave a very dim glow that allowed you to make sure you didn’t trip. However, you had trouble keeping your eyes on your feet as the excitement of seeing the face of the owner of the song made you keep your eyes up. You could hear his voice so clearly now, it was stunning. You wanted to hum along but didn’t dare make a sound that could drown out his. Soon, you arrived at an opening and in the middle of it was a pool of almost glowing water. Upon glancing around, you were disappointed when your eyes didn’t connect with his, or anything that could have been the source really. But then, your eyes drifted to the pool and your feet seemingly moving on their own, headed towards it. You could hear his voice so clearing that it was driving you crazy not to have a face to connect it with. However, as you looked down into the pool, a sudden realization struck you. So that’s where you are? 

Dewey had been under the surface of his cave, just rocking out as he fiddled with the different instruments he had collected from the humans. He didn’t even realize he was singing if he was being honest. It was second nature to him, almost like thinking. Although he did a lot more singing than thinking most of the time. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the sudden splashing of water coming from the entrance that led to the surface. Maybe if he had thought more than he sang, he would have remembered his affect his voice had on humans. Oh shit. When he quickly turned to investigate the source of the sound, he saw you. Ohshitohshitohshit. Sure, he was a siren but that didn’t mean that he was necessarily hungry at the moment. All the mad wanted to do was sing his heart out, not unintentionally lure a poor human into his clutches. Quickly, he raced over to you and grabbed you by the waist before hurriedly bringing you back up to the surface. He laid you down on the rocky ground of the cave and just.....starred at you. He really didn’t know what else to do, except hope he didn’t accidentally cause you to kill yourself. 

After you had jumped into the water, the singing stopped and suddenly it felt like a haze was lifted. The next thing that you knew was you were suddenly above the water again and gasping for air. What the hell just happened? As you opened your eyes, you were met with big brown ones. At first, you were confused and kind of weirded out. That was, until you remembered what had led you to the cave in the first place. Your eyes widened and you sat up, which caused Dewey to immediately retreat back into the waters from whence he came. 

“Wait!” you called out, but he didn’t seem to hear you. That, or he ignored you.

When Dewey saw your eyes fluttering open he felt a wave of relief pass over him/ However that was soon gone when you had suddenly sat up, which caused him to retreat back into his safe place. You were alive and okay, so there was no need to stick around. He totally wasn’t scared of you seeing him or anything. He could easily kill you if he wanted, so there was no way he’d be scared.....Okay maybe he was a little scared. But only because he didn’t exactly like the idea of being found out. He heard stories from other sirens that humans could have a thirst for vengeance if not handled properly. He didn’t know exactly what that meant but he didn’t really want to find out. 

You only had a second to get a good look at his face, but a good look did you get. He had chocolaty brown hair that was wet from being in the water all day, and a beard to match. His features were soft and yet manly, it was a combination that you haven’t seen very many, or anyone really pull off. But, it was the eyes that were the clearest in your mind. Well, besides his voice obviously. His eyes were big and warm pools of chocolate, much like his hair. They were wide and filled with concern. As you stared down into the pool of water in the now silent cave, you wondered just who and what he was. However, that’d be a mystery you’d solve another time. Now, you were soaked, freezing, and just wanting to go home to try to make some doodles of the face you were met with. So, you got up and started to make your way out of the cave, glancing at the pool one last time before leaving the caves entrance. You picked up your basket and canvases, before starting to make your way back home as the sun started to set behind you. When you got home, you drew nothing but little sketches of the face that belonged to that magical voice. 

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@the-ineffable-prince-of-hells @lord-satan-3244 @meangirlsx @im-eating-rn

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Anon 1 said:

hii im looking for a certain fic where bucky age regresses. hes in college and only does it when his roommate, i think it was scott, isnt home. he hangs out with steve on a certain day every week but one day he forgets because he’s too stressed abt exams and wants to regress, so steve finds him in littlespace. thank you !!

Anon 2 said:

Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a while back where Bucky tries to retire (I think in a house Tony let them use?) and makes a life for himself in the town and slowly convinces Steve to give up the fight and retire with him. I remember the fic included Steve’s sketches as he begins drawing again. Thanks so much!

prplflwr3 said:

I’m sorry I’m not very familiar with tumblr, but I really love your blog! I’m looking for a fic that spans from pre war - I think the chapter titles are rivers, and Bucky saves Steve from drowning in Brooklyn and he can’t recognise faces until he gets the serum?? Thank you!

arxiver87 said:

I need your help, I lost a fic. It was written pre Civil War. It had POV Bucky, straight off of CA:WS going back to a Hydra base because he was programmed to. His handlers show up and give him increasingly strange orders, all of which make him more human. It becomes evident that these strange handlers are actually the avengers. In the last scene Steve shows up, and Bucky no longer thinks of him as his mission, but recognizes him as Steve. Please help, I loved this one and want to read it again.

sadritsuka12 said:

Hi I have a question hope you help me a fanfiction about Steve trying to commit suicide and his mom stop him then later Bucky stop him. And is in 1940 I think..

Anon 3 said: (/others)

Hi! I’m looking for a very specific fic and I’m going crazy trying to find it. It shows snippets of their life pre-Captain America: TFA all the way to after Winter Soldier (I think?). The last scene is of Bucky visiting Steve (wearing a black glove over his metal hand) while a pregnant Sharon is in his apartment. Sharon leaves so the two can talk. As for the pre-TFA scenes, I remember Steve being really sick and Bucky kissing him on the forehead and talking about Myrna Loy. THANK YOU

Anon 4 said:

Hi! This is going be really embarrassing but I think I got this fic from here, and I can't find it but it was about pre-serum steve and bucky pretending not to know each other then proceed to have sex at bucky's work at the repair shop pre-war? I've checked the roleplay tag but it seems like it wasn't roleplay. Please please please help me find it again. :(

Anon sent in A Different Touch by GoldBlooded (restricted, oneshot | 2,442 | E)

Anon 5 said:

Can you help me find a fic where cap wakes up normally from being frozen but Bucky never becomes the winter soldier and instead gets defrosted when he is found in the tundra. I remember Steve telling everyone not to do the fake 1940s thing and Bucky trying to make good impressions on everyone when he first wakes up.

Anon 6 said: (rape/noncon)

Hey I'm looking for a fic where Steve goes to help out at a hostage situation, where kids are being held in the bathroom. To get the kids out, the criminals rape Steve. he goes home and bucky takes care of him. I remember Steve being pretty spooked and Bucky comforting him. There may have been a bath?

Anon sent in You can have my everything* by Builder (oneshot | 9,103 | M) *non-graphic rape/noncon 

Anon 7 said: (possibly /others)

I've been trying to find this fic thru tags but I just don't have much luck: Bucky and Stever were exes, and Bucky escapes to an island cos he witnessed a crime and Steve owns the business in the island and Bucky is surprised how sexually liberal Steve is and Bucky thinks that's the crux of the problem in their relationship. Happy ending though. Thanks!

Anon 8 said:

I’m looking for a soulmates fic where each person is born with a mark in the shape of a hand. Bucky is born with one but Steve isn’t but it’s not until the end of the fic that Bucky notices a pale handprint shape on the back of Steve’s neck and touches it that he realizes they are really soul mates. I know that it’s not “I still feel for your touch/hand on my skin” and I checked the soulmates tag and couldn’t find it. Please help!

princessniitza sent in a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar by suzukiblu (complete | 4,671 | G)

mythkissed said:

this is so specific but i have no idea how to search for it, im looking for a fic that was posted a few years back & set post catws, the only scene i remember is steve read somewhere that gay men are more likely to part their hair to one side (right?) than the other so he purposely parts his hair the "straight" way and he tellsbucky to do the same (theyre not together at this point) tony is a character so i think they all lived in stark tower. thx for all your help!

Anon 9 said:

a while ago i read a fanfic where bucky and steve’s thing is buckle buckaroo instead of im with you until the end of the line do you know the name?

blueguacamole said:

Ok please please I need your help with a fic! I’ve been looking forever but basically it’s post-civil war and Steve, Sam, and Bucky are trying to hide from tony. Bucky is jealous of Steve and Sam’s friendship and tries to steal Steve’s attention away from him. This leads to them not getting along. But eventually they make up. Towards the end of the fic Tony finds out where they are and starts hunting them, Sam and Bucky go on the run, Bucky gets choked by Tony so bad he has a purple bruise and basically him and Sam are trying to get to an airport, where Steve is waiting so that they make it to wakanda. At some point Clint drives them, they get McDonald’s in a car towards the end. I’m sorry I know this is super specific but I’ve been looking for days now and I can’t find it. If anybody knows please tell me I loved this fic! ❤️

whyaretheycalledpancakes, miraishu and Anon sent in Trust Me by oatrevolution (complete | 73,303 | T)

Anon 10 said:

Hii, Thanks so much in advance if you do answer this. I'm looking for an au fic set in a society type setting ? Bucky had an arranged marriage to Steve who's family was really high up in society and he was really reluctant to marry him ? Other things i remember is that things like art and music were illegal but steve tried to pass a law to change that ? I'm sorry if thats too brief i don't remember all that much :/

[arthurmorganthings]

Red Room (2)

Pairing: Pornstar!Arthur/Costar!Fem Reader

Summary: Arthur returns a long awaited favor.

Warning: Contains very detailed depictions of smut.

A/N: for my fellow Arthur hoes @pomini-puttana, @arthursbitch, and @verai-marcel :)

Explicit: +18

You arrive at his condominium promptly after, opting to change into something more fit for the occasion. Your Rolex watch on the wrist and body con dress to compliment the crevices of each curve, cinched tightly to accentuate your hips. Arthur guides you past concierge through the text of his phone. he greets you with a welcoming smile. Comfortably dressed in grey sweatpants and white tank top he pivots his broad self—granting you entry. As you walk past, you can feel his eyes analyzing your choice of wear, sucking in his breath quietly as he shuts the door behind him.

His home was unapologetically modern. Brand new television, white Persian rug with a matching sofa set finish, and a vintage record player. The large windows overlooked the city beautifully though unbeknownst, Arthur was an avid fan of the arts. You'd observe as messy piles of old sketches were scattered in one area in particular. Several studies of contemporary artists filled the off-white walls of his living room. You also notice photos of a child next to what presumably is his mother. His soft blonde locks matched Arthur's, he even has his eyes. 

"It's, it's my son." He confirms, sheepishly. "Isaac."  

You glanced at him as you pondered what to say next. He bears a striking resemblance to his father. Same colored eyes, tan skin complexion, even his locks of hair to the nape of his neck is a painstakingly obvious indicator of Arthur's genetics. 

"How old is he?" You inquire, though you shouldn't—curiosity piques its interest as you observe the woman next to the child in the photo. She looks young, around her mid-twenties. Her brown locks of hair pressed neatly for the family photo; a beat of silence ensues.  

As if hesitant to respond, you add for him. "Unless you're comfortable of course." Another overbearing silence follows causing guilt to wash over you. Arthur returns to the living room with a few candy bars and gummy bears, placing them on the coffee table as he finds comfort next to you.  "Nah, you're alright. He's about five years old. His momma is very protective of 'im. Spoils that kid she does." He mumbles while grabbing the remote. "So, I don't want to seem like some cheesy bastard but I'm about to put on some Netflix. Any recommendations?" 

Giggling on instinct, you nod. "I never pegged you for a Netflix kind of guy." You glance again and you swore that a glint of mischief found him, in that one second. Excitement coursed through your veins at the idea of repeating earlier today. Though he did say he'd be returning the favor, the question would soon come to fruition as to when he'd be able to—perhaps now, or when the movie began to build gradually.   

And it did, Arthur didn't miss a beat to play his favorite western film starring Clint Eastwood. "Well, I ain't too fond of Netflix aside from a few shows. I'm never watchin' TV." Just the way he spoke was enough to voluntarily chafe your thighs together. A gentle reminder of what could potentially happen in a matter of minutes. You nod, reclining even further onto the leather sofa. Arthur isn't as naïve as he may let on, he's a man that slowly builds tension. You'd assume he purposely wore grey sweatpants to tempt you into glancing—your resilience is admirable in that regard, you note mentally. 

"I agree, cable television sucks." You acknowledge, though regretting you worn a dress that ride up to the thighs. It wasn't helping that your slick essence pooled at the center neither, nor you going commando. Almost sure that Arthur seen you sit abruptly, awaiting his response.   

"Sure. Can I ask you a question?" Your heart drops to the center of your stomach before nodding. You glimpse, only to find his emerald-like senses etched to yours. Clearing your throat as you blink.   

"Shoot." Your voice squeaks slightly as you slap yourself mentally for losing your composure in front of Arthur. Admittedly, a man of his stature can be quite intimidating, he is a good man—knowingly.   

"What made you start—uh, you know, filmin?"

You could tell he tried to go about this question respectfully, and you could admire that. You smile at him before releasing a sigh.  

"Nothing too exciting. I felt like life was all about living up to norms, so I figured porn would be a fun way to start." Arthur chuckles, amusingly, admiring your crass language.

"Nothin' too excitin?' you coulda been way off in school than doin' this."  

Again, you shrug, indifferent. "I became an adult film star to rebel against my parents. My father drowned his problems in what money could buy—or what women could charge. My mother never complained, on her way to the bank that is." You reply. "I guess you can say my family is, a bit dysfunctional."  

Arthur blinks, a bit loss for words. He nods in understanding and presses no longer. He averts his attention back to the film. A bit of guilt does linger in his mind, perhaps had he not pressed on about academics, the current tension wouldn't be so awkward.

One thing Arthur could admit to is his wrongs. The last thing he wants is for you to be upset.  

He clears his throat as his eyes stay glued to his high-definition TV. "Listen, I didn't mean to come off as rude. I apologize."  Your brows furrowed before clearing your throat, "Arthur, you've been nothing but good to me."  

"Some things are better left bein' unsaid."   He feels it, your soft, dainty fingers make contact with his thigh. The feel of your hand rub dangerously close to his center.

He balls his fists, in hopes he could keep his brazen side at bay; for a little longer at least. The objective was to make you feel good one way Arthur knew how. You felt his body language grow rigid.

He's holding back. This makes your smirk widen as your fingers finds the outline of his "print," shamelessly hardening at the touch. Palming him, he sucks in a breath before exhaling, his eyes glancing at you in a daze.

"You don't want to do that woman." His voice, a few octaves lower. "Not before I make you feel good first."

"Oh?"  upon initial shock, you find yourself straddling him as if he were some saddle. Your hips gently grinding at where you needed him most. "And what does making me feel good compose of?"

At this point your cunt was throbbing with subdued excitement as you grab Arthur's balled fists, now unraveled against yours, before pressing them onto your breasts. You moan his name softly, but powerful enough for him to grunt. "Tell me, Arthur. How are you going to make me cum?"

You figured it was only a matter of time until Arthur's patience wore thin, surprisingly lasting longer than his set time. You find yourself on your back, atop his expensive couch, devouring your neck while his thick fingers fondle with your pussy.

"You wanna know how I'll make you cum?" Arthur sighs, as his hardened cock grazes your leg. "I've always been a man of action, so why don't I gone head an' show you?"

You gasp, releasing a moan as he encircled your clit with his fingers, teasing you as he trailed down from your neck to your breasts slowly—as if memorizing your body's response to him. He notes how you open yourself to him more when he's at a spot you enjoy, subtle eye contact upon foreplay, and his own response to you.

"Shit." You whisper as his tongue finally reaches where you desperately need them to be. Never mind how drenched your cunt was as Arthur removes your thong with his teeth—when his tongue teases at your inner thigh, he looks up at you to assess the damage.

And oh, was there damage. Your teeth bit painfully deep onto your bottom lip in anticipation. Your neck craned forward while your hand was at the back of Arthur's head.

"Please, ple—oh, fuuuuck." You slurred as his tongue works it's magic at your clit, lapping at your essence while keeping eye contact. Your neck falls back into some pillows while your mouth forms silent 'ohs,' gripping at the locks of his hair, grinding your nether lips into his face.

Your grip on his hair tightened with every painfully slow lap of his mouth, your cries of pleasure only grew in volume, "Yes, keep going just like that."

"Just like that?" he teased. "Or maybe a little more?" He hummed at your lips as he slid his finger inside.

You grew rigid as your jaw fell slack, the squelching of your mound only sounding the room. Your walls tightened as Arthur continued his ministrations, his eyes never leaving yours. Time to time he'd hum, mumbling words like "you taste so good," to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, yes." Your voice projects. "Arthurrrr."

His body arises, softly adding another finger as his forehead makes contact with yours. You reached nirvana better than any man could make you reach—you questioned if you'd fallen in love with Arthur with what little time you two spent acquainting yourselves with each other. To make matters worst Arthur uses the pad of his thumb, stimulating your clit as his breath hitches—he knows he has you where he wants you.

Eyes fluttering, clenching of teeth, and hips swiveling in pursuit of your release. You were almost to your peak as you let your body let go, your eyes rolling back as you squirt all over his hands. Your voice was embarrassingly loud, perhaps enough to wake neighbors even.

Arthur didn't allow you intervals of recovery before filling you to the hilt. His cock undeniably hard, you gasp in pleasure as he rams his girth. Your cries of erotic sounds could be heard from far and wide.

Beads of sweat accumulate on your co-stars head as he grunts, his face contorting as his blue eyes find yours. Your heart swirls nearly before your fingers nail his back.

"Fuck." You gasp, "fuck me Arthur—you're so fucking good."

He groans approvingly at your crassness, your ability to tune into your primal mind and let yourself come undone. Arthur smirks as his hands find comfort around your neck, squeezing tenderly as he pistons faster—deeper.

"You like it when I play rough huh darlin'?"

Yes. You loved it, you loved every second of this. His onslaught of rough-play atop his demeanor and bulky self. If you could be underneath Arthur in such a compromising position forever—you would.

Suddenly a change in position shifted as you found yourself on top of Arthur’s body. His hands on the side of your hips as you rode his to bliss. His eyes fluttering close as a familiar tightness in his belly arised. His hands smacked your ass roughly as you slapped your hips harder against his pelvis—his cock grazing the g-spot expeditiously.

“Oh my god, ye—hm, I’m close Arthur.”

“Where do you want me?” You blush at his suggestion, but kept your pace nonetheless. He notes your hesitation, moving his hips at the spot your need him most—you see black.

“Oh fuck–inside me. I want you inside me.”

That was enough to tip the older man over the edge as he pumped his seed deeply, your pussy warm with remnants of him as you remove yourself from his now softening cock.

You collapse on top of him as you both take time to recollect your breathing. There’s a comforting silence as you hear the beat of his heart. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he kisses the back of your head softly. “Not bad for a favor returned Mr. Morgan.”

He chuckles softly before rubbing the small of your back, “Who said anything about the night bein’ done? Darlin’ we just star-“

The conversation cut short by the sound of Arthur’s phone. He apologizes swiftly, motioning for you to sit up as you oblige immediately, though followed by a tinge of curiosity.

“Shit,” He reads the caller ID from his cell.

“What?”

He sighs, a smirk playing on his lips, as if he already knows what’s coming. “It’s the receptionist from the front desk.”

He answers reluctantly, placing the call on speaker. He sighs, “Good evening, Ms. Grimmshaw!”

“Mr. Morgan! Could you please keep it down. Again, I have noise complaints from folk your hall. If you’re going to have company for the love of God control your noise levels. Don’t make me have to kick you and that harlot out!”

Before Arthur could get a word in the line clicked dead, earning an amusing stare from you.

Both of you erupting in a fit of laughter.

=

Debating on if I wanna do the final part but FINALLY, after all of that waiting it’s here :);) enjoy

[jumpywhumpywriter]

ASKS & REQUESTS #3

(This list is just for my personal reference so I can keep track of conversations from my inbox)

Are you still alive???

nooo you've been whumped!! i hope you feel better soon!!

Hey how’s it going!! Just wanted ask, what are your favorite stories that you have written? And what inspired them?

aww I’ve been wondering why you haven’t been posting lately :(( sending lots of hugs your way and i hope u feel better soon!!! 💗💗 take your time to rest & fully recover, show that concussion that you’re so much better than that RAAAAHHH >:D

you have a concussion don't you dare apologize for taking a while

Just saw that you updated and that you had a concussion…

Hey I just want to check in and ask how you're doing. I notice you've been posting less lately. I understand that it's Christmas time and you're busy, but I hope you're all good.

WHAAAAT NOOO I DONT THINK YOURE DISLIKABLE AT ALL

I ditto what the ribbon anon said. You're not dislikable at all. -idk

Villain's Coffee Shop

👉Okokokok I actually have some ideas for a Villain's Coffee Shop/Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter crossover!!! Feel free to use any or all of these in part or in whole, or none of them! Idk my brain just has a lot of ideas at the moment.👈

superhero escapes after final battle and the story ends there because he doesn’t show up again.. but spin off where he teams up with the vampire clan and then we get the hero and vampire hunters crossover

idea for villain's coffee shop

OOOH OKAY so like ummmm Superhero thinks Villain is ded right so he crosses him out of the picture like “ok now THAT problem is dealt with”

so i'm hydrokinetic right and that scene with superhero makes me want to fill his lungs with water how dare he hurt mocha

WHEN THE. FIGHT OR FLIGHT BUT FLIGHT ISNT AN OPTION

Mocha saves the day by tracking down Villain’s scent and brings him to safety plspslpslspspspspsp mocha saves the day mocha saves the day mocha saves the day mocha saves the day- 🎀

I love mocha, saving the day like a true KING 🎀

the no hospitals rule is even funnier when you're not human. doctors would be like hey uhh so we ran the blood test and what the heck

hero like yay my lies worked then medic walks in

the fact that superhero is actually a Horrible erson but is revered by everyone as the Best Person... ough

TOTALLY LOVING WHERE THE STORY IS GOING SO FAR, CANT WAIT FOR MORE PARTS 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️💃🕺💃🕺

completely optional request but do you think we'll ever get an Epic Fight Scene where we really get to see hero's powers? ik she used them in the one with vito but i think itd be cool for them to Really Show fire powers are super cool

the phone password is murder and the contact is anonymous enemy 11/10

something about the absolute WEIGHT the deal now carries.

nothing outweighs my love for characters who do not break their promises/contracts/deals for Anything.

my criminal ass forgetting that stealing from a hospital is both illegal and widely considered morally wrong

OKAY IM DONE WITH THE MINI COMIC SKETCH SO HERE IT IS !!!! <3

"he always keeps his word. Every time.” My internal thought process: Power to heal? Sadistic? Never lies?? ALEX???? Alas, Supervillain does not appear to be my favorite vampire, but now I can't help hoping for a crossover fic in the future 🤞🏻

for villain's coffee shop. what are their Outfits(TM)

me if i had healing powers ngl

unrelated to literally everything But when you see someone flaunting their superpowers by like, swirling around the fire/lightning/shadows/etc. hydrokenises is the hardest to do that with.

YAYYAYAY YAYYY YIIPPPEEEEEE A CROSSOVER BETWEEN TWO OF MY FAVE SERIES OF YOURS IM SO HYPED OMG

so Supervillain - always keeps his promises - has healing powers but uses them to hurt - for fun -i am LIVING for this man

"it was very clear that he drowned but they didn't find a body" hey that's what happened to me

CROSSOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

the ending of villians coffed shop was NOT. NICE. youre not my best friend anymore.

all i ask for the crossover is that since alex will be there we get the comedy bits of it being alex's birthday and also the "wow you look good for your age"

Vampire & Vampire Hunter

Ok so this is weird but has been on my mind for some reason. Do vampires cut their cheeks with their fangs by accident and what effect does the blood have on them?

I'VE BEEN SUMMONED (vampiric Anon response to question shown above)

new theory. vampires are rich because of all the money they save on groceries

wait so alex is gonna need a while to recover right. the hunters don't Have a while there a newborn vampires Flooding The Town

watch mallory join the ferals cux he can’t control his new hunger for human blood hahahaha

THE PLOT THICKENS!!!!!!! IM SO HYPED RAAAGHHSHDHHRHRRR MALLORY😭😭😭

sorry i love the idea of vampires scrambling for weapons. looks at claws.

ALEX!! NOO!! (least convincing tone ever)

i would've STARTED with "one's missing" like yes it makes sense you recognize them let's start with the more important information of where's the last one

hey man at least he's unconscious when he was turned. like i did end up passing out but owie ouchie

does um. does alex realize mallory is probably Not going to want to be friends with him anymore

SOBBING IN THE CORNER RIGHT NOW AGHHH POOR ALEXXXXX 😭😭

🎀 awwww it’s over already? 🥺😭 MALLORY & ALEX’S STORY WAS LITERALLY SO GOOD, I DEVOURED IT EVERY SINGLE TIME ‼️‼️

*and everybody liked it*

AGHHHHHHHH YESSSS BEAUTIFUL this was an amazing journey and amazing story!!

I swear I’m illiterate I didn’t see the top of the last chapter, that last chapter!!! Loved it! The ending was 🤌

well alex had a friend for approx. 2 minutes. good job alex

"an eternity is a long time to hold a grudge" skill issue

mallory is gonna use that lie against alex until the end of time

im glad the other hunters made donations. i love the idea of well. he's still our friend.

i still have a heartbeat it's just Really, Really faint 🌹

yes and no! usually i can control it but if i'm Hangry or experiencing Strong Emotions they will pop out on their own (same with the claws)🌹

Does your kind of vampire have hypnosis? Unfortunately no that would be so funny though🌹

alex is just a little kitten. to me. picks him up by the scruff and shakes him

don't drink, kids. you might end up seduced and kidnapped by a vampire

silver burns me too (i'm a shapeshifter) and im just imagining having that encounter like oh no,, you're a Vampire!! no i'm much lamer than that sorry

RING RING 🛎️🛎️🛎️🛎️ SPECIAL DELIVERY ‼️‼️

HI IM BACK WITH ANOTHER DRAWING :33 but this time i actually went & colored it because motivation strikes at the most ungodly hours and it is currently almost 1 AM where im at rn !!!!! 🥲 anywayss i just stumbled upon this meme a couple of days ago and decided that it would be funny to feature Alex & Mallory in it LMAO also I didn’t really like how i drew Alex in the previous drawing so i (hopefully) did him justice by coloring him this time 🥰🥰🥰 (and the background is just something i stole from google because im way too tired & lazy to draw one myself HSWBCDBHXDWNHW)

hero and mallory forming a support group for ppl whos friends dont understand why murder is bad, actually

well this took a bit longer than expected BUT IT’S DONE !!!!!! :DD

Vampire & Hunter STORY INSPIRATION

I LOVE the idea that Alex turnes him after he passes out…

alex turns mallory and mallory is pissed at first before he realizes he can now Also break alex's nose /silly

dialogue idea for when mallory wakes up "You know I'm a selfish bastard"

AND!! if his body is strong enough to survive Turning he's gonna be even hungrier than most newbloods due to the Lack Of Blood

ooh wait how did anisa get turned

don't drink, kids. you might end up seduced and kidnapped by a vampire

Fantasy Trilogy with Shadow

thomas is just like me fr (completely normal guy surrounded by Very Scary People)

for the islands: i like the human heart one and also the top left island-y one just bc i imagine the like, capital(?) you have to fly up over the water to get to that center island

how did thomas think it would ever be a good idea to try to jumpscare shadow

I don’t know when you’ll see this but I made something that I think might be able to encapsulate a little smiggen of how I feel about your writing in general!

i understand thomas's pain,, i'm a physician but No One Believes Me

shadow not believing in trust or help and wallowing in fighting and pain just to remind herself she's alive,

IMJSFJJSJSNZJAKAJDJD OMGOMG WE FINALLY GET TO READ SHADOW & THOMAS’ STORY IN FULL???? HOORAYYYYYY

-creepy cult chanting-SHADOW AND THOMAS

Random Asks

arent these from black widow ?

46. "Friends come and go but enemies accumulate." skill issue. kill them. /silly

would love to see a vampire w hypnosis powerssss (also i love your writing and your blog)

I’m not sure what tumblr etiquette is for sending appreciations, but by the gods I’m doing it again,

Bagh this is very random and not really related to anything but my brain got the random urge to ask it since it’s currently midnight and my brain is decidedly being more impulsive than usual, do you ever just watch completely random things and have just the most random feed for like YouTube or something?

Not sure if an update is necessary

Very-random-question-kinda-sorta-but-not-really-perchance-related-to-anything-in-particular, do you think different blood types taste different to vampires?

someone PLEASE TAKE MY STYLUS PEN AWAY FROM ME I CANT STOP DRAWING STUFF IT’S CRAZY 😭

About viking blood bread

I apparently can’t sleep at all but also I just thought of more things for the vampire thing.

OMG NOO U DONT HAVE TO REPAY ME, I REALLY LIKE DRAWING YOUR CHARACTERS

High blood pressure people are just carbonated drinks that have been shaken is my theory that I just came up right now. Does it make sense, most defiantly not, but it’s pretty entertaining to think about if it was exaggerated like—

APPARENTLY COCONUT WATER CAN BE USED AS BLOOD TRANSFUSION (kinda)?!

okay i could be wrong but i'm pretty sure coconut water isn't like, a full blood substitute, just for intravenous hydration?

told 🌹 about the idea of blood cheese and she just left the room. so

curdled blood is one of the worst concepts i've ever heard that sounds so incredibly horrid

This isn’t even related to vampires, but the rose anon saying that curdled blood/blood cheese is horrid just randomly had my brain spawn the connection to a completely different cheese topic (I don’t know why I’m explaining my thought process lol).

whump prompt: whumpee has to fill out insurance paperwork

it's really not that interesting but i went fishing

okay that brings up a REALLY interesting question: how would Superpower Blood taste like?

[ursoself-satisfying]

do you think eugene is maybe scared of long boat trips? i was thinking about it the other day, maybe he plans on going on holiday with his s/o and the only way to go abroad would be on a boat right? but maybe he would get a little (a lot? im not an expert on this) ptsd while being on the boat and his s/o supporting him but not fully understanding because lets be honest, no-one apart from the soldiers fully understand this sort of stuff, and maybe there's another veteran on-board who helps him?

Before we get into it I wanna say I totally agree n that unless u actually have experienced that ur rly not gonna understand what the person is going thru n this applies to all kinds of trauma but just bc u dont understand doesnt mean u cant do ur best to or that u cant still love support n help them handle it n it doesnt mean they're not gr8tful for ur involvement even if u dont understand,, writing for post war eugene is always tricky cus I dont wanna assume ik how any of this goes or the extent of what it entails i havent done this I've barely done any research its heartbreaking tho n unfair n I just wanted to say all that before u get into this cus it's a combo of both asks but also more of a touchy subject than I feel like I've addressed here so that's just a heads up but enjoy!!

Omg eugene my bby

I def think hes still afraid of boats big time,, so when the two of u decide to go abroad for ur honeymoon it's a big decision for u two to make one w lots of beforehand discussions n considering all ur other options but in the end the push of ur families n the pull of the convenience of a boat eases u both into the decision, even tho nothing about it u kno is going to be easy,, Eugene is p nervous cus I mean the nightmares have lessened n u both have been learning how to handle his flashbacks n the like but u had never tried anything like this yet so on one hand it could be a good time to test the waters but on the other hand neither of u have any idea how itll actually go

Even just in the car on the way there he starts to get shakey n then on the dock it gets a bit worse but ur hands r on him somehow the whole time either locked in his or on his leg or arm or stuck in his pocket n that comforts him, ur touch anchors him n keeps him from drifting to worse thoughts it keeps him thinking about u instead,, its till hard tho just thinking about it being back on that boat forcing himself to remember hes going to France n it's not occupied n hes not alone n hes going to get to see the sights w his wonderful wife n thoroughly enjoy those bright French mornings n that it's going to be quiet, no more bombs or raids or alarms just u n him under thin sheets hot n sticky n just together n safe

But first,, the boat

On the boat? It was rough,, every bit of turbulence n every odd sway made him anxious n as much as u tried to entice him to enjoy more of the boats activities like a cabaret show or even just playing some chess out on the deck n tho u could get him out a few times n he did enjoy himself,, he spent most of his time in the cabin trying to ignore the fact he was on a boat at all,, the rest of his time not being coaxed out by u he spent napping in a deck chair w u often lounging beside him n watching over his sleep carefully, also making sure he didnt burn n lathering her exposed skin in sunblock as much as u could as he slept

U two kept busy in the cabin tho I mean it was ur honeymoon after all ;;;))) so he ravaged u as often as he could bc not only were u a comfort but also a distraction,, u did other things as well tho like laying n listening to ur favourite radio shows or playing guitar to him or sketching him or dancing together or once even doing a silly little fashion show where he def tripped after putting on ur heels

He did have a few attacks tho but u had prepared as best u could n even if some of ur cabin took a beating in an outburst u had always managed to talk him down n he spent a lot of time in ur arms

His breakdowns btw would come suddenly when something would trigger him like a sudden movement or a splash against ur window n then he would get angry n scared n become protective of u until his aggression bubbled over into hot tears drowned out by ur soft words of confirmation trying to tell him u were on a modest cruise liner n u were going to Europe n that the guns n the bombs n the tropical climate were all far away n u would pull him into a cold shower w u n he would often (fuck u hard first then) just cling to u n cry until he could calm down n fall asleep n if he stirred in his sleep u would repeat the process until he could sleep soundly

He was gr8tful to finally be off the boat n back on land tho n once in Paris the two of u could rly enjoy ur honeymoon beginning w breaking in ur hotel bed ;;;)))

But then the two of u got to see the Eiffel Tower n the Seine n the Louvre n Notre dame n it was all so amazing!!!! U spent half the time w ur head in ur sketchbook n he spent all his time taking photos of u w ur head in ur sketchbook lol

The photos were brilliant n sweet n excessive n there were def a few of u bare n freshly fucked (pardon my french) w the Parisian skyline out the window behind u, the morning like shining thru ur messy hair like a halo,, but there were also many of him from the perspective of u kneeling over him n many more of both of u playfully holding up the tower or picnicking in front of a cathedral w u plucking at ur guitar or him w a bottle of wine at his lips

It was all v picturesque n romantic n perfect n u thought he deserved nothing less n he thought the same for u ::""))

U spent about 4 weeks there together n he had throughly used his time to fuck u in every way possible n use every toy u brought with but then it was suddenly time to go home n u were concerned about eugene being back on the boat but he seemed less nervous when u got on n he admitted to feeling a lot better after the first trip n this time he actually went out w u n u played board games w other passengers n danced in the halls n sang w the cabaret n he still sunbathed n napped n made love to u n wrecked ur cabin n u still listened to all ur radio shows n drew n sang but ur lives felt more full somehow after this experience

Oh n u def showed off everything u had bought is Paris n as much as he loved that silk dress on u he loved peeling it off u even more ;;;)))

He rly did feel better when u were finally home to ur little cottage for the first time together as a globetrotting married couple ::"")) he felt better that he hadnt handled it nearly as bad as hed expected n urs n his trip abroad left u feeling loved n cultured n more experienced in life plus u both had taken a huge chance n now u were better for it n felt more capable n confident that he was getting better n it was an affirmation that u would take care of him n that u would always be there for him, just as u had said in ur vows ::""))

He was happy to consummate ur new marriage in ur own bed for the first time tho lol n on top of that gr8 feeling it was just gr8 that he felt less held back w u there w him especially after the boat experience

So yeah a quick note I rly do think he would be terrified of ever stepping foot on a boat again n would refuse it n be vvv adamant about not doing it again for a vvv long time but I think he could be worn down n would EVENTUALLY be ok w it but maybe not this fast n tho I dont feel like I go into much detail here he def has a hard time on the boat as well like hes just agitated the whole time n probably was prescribed some medication for it if just some motion or sea sickness meds n maybe anxiety but i would say it prolly makes him drowsy so hes kinda out of it which keeps him calm but doesnt stop certain flashbacks n maybe he lashes out n hurts someone once in a while cus it's incredibly traumatic returning to that environment but anyway yeah he would be v fidgety n not like it but in this scenario hes willing to take a chance given how well hes been recovering n how much he trusts u n how much u have helped him n the option had pull so that's why but rly I dont think irl he would have gone back on a boat anywhere near that soon but this is romantic fiction so ::))

Also I have a v specific image of who eugene is w if u cant tell lol so I'm sorry for that specificity but I'm so whipped for him n his gal I lov sm I hope u enjoy n guys I'm so motivated to finally write out the storyline I have for him I'm gonna finally get out his fic ok I promise