#lauren draws sometimes

[blaithnne]

Menaces when they team up. Need to find a dynamic name I can tag them with that doesn’t sound shippy. Does Kaisen work

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

the Smiling God's favoritist child... for the occasion

[ocdsaraberry]

This was supposed to be about what the choir would dress up as for Halloween but it's 2am and I got sidetracked. What media does Constance like

[mclalan]

What art program do you use? sorry if you already answered something like this but im so mesmerized by the techniques you use in your art.

Thank you. No need to apologise; I don't mind answering this question because it's an excuse to walk through my latest image!

The concept for this piece is based on being perceived online through interpretations of posts and artwork, yet how artificial this can be. The relationship the viewer forms is more with the narrative of the work, and any insight into the artist through this feels highly awkward to me, which is precisely what I want to explore with this piece.

In this example, I wanted an attractive sitter to look like someone out of a new romantics music video or like an Enya video, because this genre and era of media is very aesthetically pleasing and nostalgic for me. I hold it as an unobtainable ideal— a hauntology. So, as wonderful as it is, it equally feels shameful and perverse because it's an aesthetic object of desire that I am contriving.

The sitter is holding one of my cartoon characters, Lauren Ipson, the protagonist of my Ersatz world project. A trope in writing is when a character acts as a self-insert of the author, and I'm conscious to try and avoid that with Lauren. I try to write Lauren as dry and sardonic yet also fun, dramatic, and friendly. I don't think of these as personal qualities of my own, but I imagine personal qualities bleeding into fictional characters is inevitable.

Yet Lauren Ipson feels much more alive a character to me compared to any attempt at self-portraiture or self-expression that I've done, which is very little because I'm not interested in constructing a perceivable identity. (I'm aware this text itself can be interpreted as self-expression; however, to me this is just another construct.)

So Is the sitter meant to be me, controlling Lauren? I'm definitely baiting the viewer to think this, and you can interpret it that way if you want, but really I don't think of the sitter as me at all. My intention is to show how it's all a facarde. The sitter is basically just as much a doll, a puppet, a mannequin as Lauren Ipson is, if anything more so.

There's a deliberate irony between Lauren's cartoon rendering and the sitter, who I wanted to render with more detail and evoke a modernist style. I'm inspired by Hans Bellmer and Dorothea Tanning with their work with dolls. However, despite that implied visual hierarchy, the more detailed sitter shares a similar, stilted vector construct to Lauren. They're both born from vector drawing after all. And it's further undermined with the way Lauren the doll looks directly at the viewer, as if she's alive, while the sitter looks to the side with a blank, almost dead-in-the-eyes expression.

Anyway, with that in mind, almost all of my work starts as a thumbnail sketch. Although I often draft digitally and am fine with doing that, I feel more confident doing it freehand on paper. Digital rendering feels more like a refinement process to me. Funnily enough, although I often prefer to sketch with physical materials, I'm anxious of refining or rendering with them.

I like my designs to be very direct and conceivable, so a solid silhouette, pose, negative space etc. I often create a quick digital sketch with this in mind, either by tracing or referencing the thumbnail, although sometimes I skip this step and go straight to the rendered drawing. The aim is to establish a visual guide, dividing the drawing into various shapes for digital airbrush rendering later on.

With this composition, I made a second draft with more attention to details such as the face, hands and feet. Sometimes I'll use photo references if I'm struggling with posing or anatomy. These drafts are often blue because it's easier to render the black linework over a transparent blue sketch.

The chair took some time but was relatively simple to render. It uses the line tool set to magnetic anchor point, following two-point perspective vanishing points. I like two-point perspective because it feels sort of digitally native to me to have these impossibly perfect vertical lines. I also know the horizon line should be at eye level or something, but I just like the idea of the top of the chair to be perfectly horizontal.

Here I'm drawing the final rendered form. I use the stroke tool with it set as smooth as possible. Often I'll redraw lines over and over if it means getting certain curves to look right. Once the lines are drawn, I'll fill them in and remove the stroke, leaving just the solid vector shape. The shade of grey I use is done to simply denote the shape. It does not represent any kind of shading or anything; in fact, when I bring it into Photoshop, all these shapes are set to the same shade, but if I had that here in Animate as I'm drawing, it would be impossible to see what I'm doing. The red background is just for clarity.

Once it's all drawn, I'll make sure every shape is clean, overlapping nicely, and divided into its own layer. A composition can often be comprised of hundreds of separate shapes.

Each shape will be its own layer in Photoshop, which will operate as a clipping mask. The clipping masks act like masking tape or shielded off areas for soft brush opacity rendering, similar to the soft atomised rendering from an airbrush, just done digitally.

I follow very rudimentary painting techniques of simple shading, lighting, and bounce-back highlights. I follow a simplified Grisaille technique, focusing on strong values in greyscale before adding a wash of colour with a color gradient map set to layer style color. Sometimes my values can be a little off, but as long as the values are all consistently acting together, I can correct them with transparent washes or color curves. If the greyscale looks harmonious with all the forms clear, colour will likely work.

Proper digital painters will say this is an amateur process, with results that look mechanical and stiff, as colours in the real world all bounce together off different surfaces, resulting in colour harmonies. However, I don't mind the inharmonious nature of the colours, as I find the values give the composition enough harmony. I'm working digitally, so why go to all the effort to make it not look digital? It's interesting to me to have the red chair look blindingly red, the green skirt look blindingly green.

Colours can look boring without some form of harmony though, so I will add in blue-greens with the darker areas, more turquoise greens towards the highlights.

Skin tones are far more complex, however, as it's something that's more informed by realism. This is why kigurumi dolls with their plastic flesh look so artificial to the eye, because we're familiar with how light passes through flesh and skin and all the subtleties of colour that it picks up. This piece is the first time I've explored flesh tones, as typically I avoid all this by rendering skin as grey porcelain.

I needed to really up the contrast, with shaded areas becoming purples and highlights verging on washed out. Areas with more blood, like feet and cheeks, appear more orange and red. Areas closer to bone and cartilage, like the bridge of the nose, can look almost blue and green. Exploring these colour values and tints in the aim of natural tones was fun to do, and ironic given how blank the face is.

Although in the moment I feel very much like I'm rendering a realistic reality, when I step back, I'm reminded how stylised and unrealistic the painting actually is. It looks kind of insane, like everything is so uniform and overtly saturated. It doesn't feel present in a real space, despite the shadow and form implies one. But I'm not consciously thinking of these things, of style, as I'm working. To me, it's a process of world-building and problem-solving.

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

All Star (Millie Bright x GN Reader) Featuring WSL + BPL players

Warning: Swearing, Mature content

Sam Kerr XL VS Erling Haaland XL

A massive day in English football that was arriving. The Women's Super League and The Premier League were in a agreement to have a All Star match. Both teams made up from Stars of the WSL and the PL and the week would draw a lot of inspiration from the NBA all star week, Contests, Celebrity match, etc

Even though their was some concerns about the players playing too much, the game would be in off season and players had a choice to play if they wanted too. The idea of playing with some of the best in the country and friends was a exciting idea so when where contacted to be apart of Pep's side you jumped at the chance

Much Excitement was gathering for the event, especially since you was contacted to be apart of the Haaland XL and would take on the Kerr XL. The days following up to the event was press, media and training with the teammates for the match. The likes of Haaland, Mead, Foden, Son, TAA, Leah Williamson, Walker and more. Whilst the other team would have Sam Kerr, KDB, Russo, Millie Bright, Daly, Ederson and more.

During training camp you met with friends like Mead, Leah and Heung Min Son and new like Haaland, Lauren Hemp, Thiago Silva just to name a few.

Training camp was filled with banter, fun and energy. You loved being around the league's top stars that sometimes it you had to pinch yourself to see if this was real.

"Ok team, this will be the line up for the game. everyone will have time on the pitch. Even though this is a game of fun, I'm sure we all don't like to lose" Pep said in a light hearted tone which was responded with smiles and head nods. The slide would show the line up and you study it.

GK - Mary Earps

DEF- Walker, McCabe, Le Tissier, Sliva

MID - Williamson, Son, Foden

ATT - Y/N, Haaland, Hemp

You smiled at the line up, This team looked good and the bench was good too. You felt a nudge behind you to see Haaland and received a high five turned into a fist pump. Hemp who was sitting next to you also did the same. Leah, Son and Foden would just be magic. the back 4 screamed hard work and aggression and Mary had that passion to motivate the entire team. You, Hemp and Haaland is a dangerous trio. Hemp with her pace and quick thinking, Haaland is well Erling Haaland and you were the Top Goal scorer in the F.A cup and Champions league last season. This Team was powerful.

The meeting went on as Pep gave game plans and who would most likely deal with who. Like the defence and Mary having to hold off Sam Kerr and Salah. Midfield up against Rice, KDB, Cuthbert and Toone.

"Y/N, Hemp,Haaland. You will most likely be up against Trippier" You rubbed your chin, he can be a challenge "Steph Houghton" You lean forward excitement filled you as you go up against a lioness legend "Harry Maguire" You smirked at the easy challenge "And Millie Bright" Your smirked turned into a full blown evil smile, Not only would you a Arsenal Striker go up against a Chelsea captain but you LOVED challenges and Millie fitted that category. You looked at your attacking teammates who also looked intrigued and ready untill "I got a tenner on F/N making one of them break" you hear McCabe say from the back who made the room laugh, you turned to her with you smile on show. What did McCabe mean by her bet? Well you had a reputation..............for being one of the biggest shit talkers there is.

Whenever you were marked by a defender you just talked...and talked.... and talked until you were in their head or made them so irritated that they would try and two foot you and not be able to focus most of the time you catching them off guard and finding yourself through on goal

One thing that everyone knew about you when playing

No one could shut you up.

"I SAY TWENTY!" Hemp shouts taking the bet on you gave an eye roll

"THIRTY AND A ROUND OF DRINKS ON ME IF IM WRONG!" You had to double take as Son jumped in on it which threw you off "SONNY!" you said flabbergasted as the rest of the team were taking that bet

"HUNDRED!" You turned to Pep and gave him a really look

"I HAVE ONE FOR YOU F/N!" you turned back to Leah " Millie is a tough one and won't be easily broken" You tilted your head a little bit, interest building "If you can get Bright to break, I will be your assistant for a 24 hours" The room filled with oohs as you crossed your arms leaning back, biting your tongue, feeling a nudge from Hemp as Son put his hands on your shoulders and shock you "Go on!" Son said "Yeah you can make her suffer" Hemp said You smiled at your friends

"And if I don't?"

"You would my assistant for a full day" You smirked and leaned forward "And then McCabe's for another 24 hours" Your smirk dropped god knows what Katie would make you do. The Team were enjoying every moment of this after the brief thought, You knew you were the best at it when it came to cracking people. You turned to Katie who had the most terrifying smile you have ever seen in your life and past lifes. Leah walked over to you with a smug and extended her hand "do we have an accord" she said in a posh accent

"I Accept" You stood up and shock to the team clapping and voicing excitement. As Leah back to her seat you gently pulled her towards you with a evil smirk "Sonny!" You said gaining the Korean's attention "Yes?" "You don't happen to have a spare Tottenham shirt i can borrow right?" You asked in a innocent voice to which Leah's grin dropped and the blood drained from her face as the room started to giggle. "Yes i do, Why would you need one" He said smiling innocently "Just thinking Leah suits white and black clothing" Leah gave you a glare before returning to her seat.

The bet was on!!!!!

After many training sessions, interviews, social media posts, recordings for tv and youtube

The day was here, The team arrived at a sold out Wembley Stadium. Fans were on a high to watch football, see interactions they thought they would never see. The whole team was excited and determined to have a great match.

The team would go out for the last training session on the field before the game, it was there you would see the other team on the other side of the pitch and there she was. Your challenge Millie Bright, you looked at the Lioness she was quite the looker and you shamelessly checked her out. But then had an idea that hopefully would work, It was simple. She just needed to look at you. and thankfully she did.

She caught you looking at her and she nodded at you but frowned at little when you didn't nod back. She waved but all you did was smirk and went back to warm up. You were all ready trying to get inside the Chelsea captain's head.

The match was about to start, you walked out to the field with your team and waiting to shake the enemy teams hand and say good games and such. As you looked around you had to admit. Being in Wembley, on the pitch in front of that crowd was something.

You felt like a immortal everytime you played there, the cheers, the atmosphere. To you Wembley was the stage where legends made. And you know that after you scored the last minute goal for arsenal in the F.A Cup final against West Ham last season. You loved it here.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as you saw Sam Kerr approach you, clasping your hand and both winking at each other before saying "Have a good game" and this would continue down the line until you held Millies hand and gave a smirk which made frown a little bit.

As the match kicked off, you went to your position and found yourself marked by Millie. You glanced at Hemp who gave you a smile and raised her eyebrows at you

"This gonna be a great match" you said to Mille "Yeah it's crazy it's happening" She said in a happy voice

"Too bad i didnt get the male chelsea captain to deal with"

"Ooh is that How's it gonna be?" Millie replied in a amused voice as she glanced at you as you just gave a smirked.

A couple minutes later, you would find yourself running through on goal and was heading towards goal as you feel Millie trying to push you off the ball as Eddison was ready to challenge you. As Millie tried to kick the ball away she ended up dragging you down but you got a kick out of it but Eddison's fingers tip skimmed the ball enough to divert it to the post.

Next thing you knew you hit the ground hard as you felt someone fall on you. You looked at who was on top of you and was Millie "Sorry if that was a bit rough, you ok?" She said with her own smirk trying to get back at you. You couldn't help but get hot under the collar feeling her hot breath fall on you as she was on top of you but you remained composed

"Nah I'm good. I like it Rough, especially in the postion" you said in a flirty voice as you looked Millie up and down who responded with a flabbergasted face before she quickly got up and brushed herself off. You evilly cackle to yourself loud enough to hear.

Later as your team received a corner you would take your postion and felt a strong presence behind you. You glance to see Millie. She stood next to you as she got ready to fight in the air. You felt her hand on your waist.

"Oh Millie" You said in a fake shock but flirty voice. To which Millie give you a seconed look and glared at you. But heard McCabe cackle and you saw Kerr in front of you starting to chuckle. And a friendly bump on the arm by walker. But at that moment you heard the whistle and the ball was kicked in by Hemp and you locked on to the ball and was about to jumped but saw Haaland jump into the air for the header. You would jocky agaisnt Millie and you managed to throw off balanced so she couldn't challenge Haaland who buried it into the net.

Thr crowd cheered as the team chased Haaland but before you ran, you looked to Millie who was in the ground.

"That wasn't the brightest idea, Brighty!" You said before running off. Not noticing Rachel Daly heard the pun and couldn't help but feel proud at the pun. "It'd beginning to look like you gonna be wearing that spurs shirt Leah" Daly said as he walked past a worried Leah. Millie was being broken down slowly.

The game was 1-1 and you weren't slowing down with the jabs either, you tell Millie irratation was rising. "You seem to not be enjoying the match Millie. What could be wrong?" Nothing. You were standing behind her and couldn't see her face as you started to walk in front of her getting ready to make a run for the ball as the counter attack was coming "It's a nice view by the way Millie"

"What?"

"You backside"

"E-excuse me!" You heard her say in a shock voice as she stuttered the sentence out. In that moment before she could register you sprinted off towards the goal as Son lobbed the ball towards the goal as the chased it. "LITTLE SHIT!" You heard Millie shout trying to chase you down. The sentence threw her off long enough for you acceleration to get distance on her. You saw Maguire coming in for a tackle to which you did a Ronaldo chop to the left sending Maguire sliding in embarrassment. The crowd rained oohh and cheers, as you continued but the slight delay of the move let Millie catch up and you then would pull off a Cruyff turn which resulted in something the world rarely saw with Millie Bright. You sent Millie falling face first onto the ground, you didn't looked back as you ran towards the goal you were one on one with Eddison. Calm and collected to curled the ball past the Brazilian into the goal which led to cheers and claps as you ran off to find Son to thank him for the assist. "LETS GO SONNY BOY!" As you embraced each other and felt others join the bundle. Not knowing Bright was at her limit

Half time would come along and you would walk back to the locker room not before noticing a glare from Millie

You sat down waiting for Pep to talk about the game plan and you felt hands on your shoulders "I can't see much from my postion but I think you winning this bet L/N" you hear Mary Earps say. You turn to her "yeah I feel bad though, hopefullyshe doesn't kill me" you grimaced "Oh she is gunning for you. I saw her face and know what that face means. Whatever happens Just apologise after the game. Hopefully you haven't pushed her too far that we never see you again" She said patting you in the back. Rest of the team walked in over the next couple minutes.

After the talk about the game plan and getting ready to go back out, you see Leah "You seem quiet Leah" Leah sighed

"Cause she bit off more then she could chew" Foden cheekly said as he grabbed a drink "Are you really gonna make her wear a Tottenham shirt? Couldn't be me" Declan Rice said giving you a friendly punch on the arm Leah groaned in annoyance "I'm getting annoyed here" She voiced in the room "So is Bright, You gonna be a good assistant" hear McCabe say as you and her step put of the locker room "ATLEAST I DIDN'T GET BOOKED A YELLOW!" You hear Leah shout at Katie before the door shut behind you, leaving you and Katie laugh as you walk back to the field

You were running into the box as a counter attack was on and Rice lobbed the ball into the box and you went to for the ball but felt a pain in your back sending flying as you jumped and just narrowly missing the goal post and falling to the ground. You gasped the wind was knocked out of you and winced "Jesus" you said sat up and saw Millie staring at you "Oh are you ok? I didn't break you did i?" She said in a sarcastic tone. You smirked "Yeah I deserve that one" you winched as you sat up "Yeah ya did brat" as she walked towards to you and extended her hand. You accepted her hand "Though I must say, You hit me so hard I started to angels. Then one helped me up" You winked at her "Oh for the love of"

*Whistle blows*

You notice the sub board

You run off to the sideline not before clapping and sending love to the crowd, high fiving the team and the enemy team

You glanced at Leah and wiggled your eyebrows. You won the bet and she looked miserable and fearful for that 24 hours

You approached your replacement Bethany England who became a close friend of yours during the All star team training.

You doubled high fived her "She all weared down for ya Bethy" She smiled and shook her head "GO GET ONE" You shouted to the the Tottenham captain

The match ended 5-3 to your team. You would shake hands and show respects

"Oi Millie!" You saw her coming towards you, You put your hands up as a sign of meaning no harm "You really a tough defend-Oof" She shoulder barged you into a stagger and walked to her team. You looked at her leave and then glanced at Daly who gave you, you are in trouble and I fear for your life look. You were shaken from your thoughts by two Tottenham players calling you. You turned with a smile and jogged to Son and Bethany for the trophy lift.

You be lying if you said you didn't feel bad about Millie. You admit you did a bit much especially in efforts for a bet. You found yourself in a secluded area of the hotel both teams would away for the night. You asked Leah if you could have Millies contact details in efforts to apologise. To which she did even after the endless teasing from the team after losing the bet. The team all agreed that Millie cleary let you in her head. You messaged the lioness

"Hey Millie, it's Y/N. Leah gave me your number. I wanted to apologise for my actions I got carried away and went to far in my shit talking today and I am at the hotel and I wanted to apologise in person. If you want nothing to do with me I understand"

"What door number and I will you at 11 pm"

You responded with the door and was left on read thus leading to you waiting outside your door with it open with anxiety building

"OI L/N!" You eyes snapped to the voice and there she was a furious lion that was Millie Bright marching towards you that you would say was murderous intent. Oh she gonna kill you. You put your arms up in defence

"Ok Millie, I'm sorry I really messed and you are very right to be piss-" You were cut off by Millie shoving into your room sending you stumbling. You hear the door slam and felt Millie grabbed you and put you agaisnt the door. You breath quicken as her face was inches away from yours as her breath was heavy and her eye were starring into your soul.

You gulped

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She grabbed both your wrist pining them above you head as she aggressively captured your lips with hers, shocking you, you tried to fight out of it. but couldnt help kiss back. She put her hand under your shirt rubbing your abs and grinded against you. You couldn't help but submit to this lioness. The frustration you gave her today made her lose it

You started to moan as she controlled you like her own toy. You could feel Millie smirk before slipping her tongue in your mouth. You were in bliss, Millie was pushing all the right buttons like you pushed hers on the field.

She stopped for a breather "Holy-"

She then kissing your neck lightly making you shut up tried to fight back moans.

"Such a brat" her kissing became harsher and harder making you curl your toes and move you hands against Millies hold but she was freakishly strong.

Millie stopped and locked eyes with you

"You are going to make up for today" you looked at her helpless as you felt her hand move from your waist to your backside and she grouped. "I can't wait to see that view." She said in a devilous voice as she grouped your backside You were in a trance, you couldn't look away from her and you were still trying to control your breathing.

"But since I didn't get a trophy today, I'm going to take another one and mark it" She said lickling her lips before biting down on your neck and sucked on it. Making your wide eyed. Squeezing you fists and your voice caught in your throat. You let herself submit under her control as she continued to grope and pull you towards her grinding movements. "F-fuck M-millie" you said as you felt her mark your neck

"We will" She said grabbing you and throwing you onto the bed and pinned you down. You were still trying to process what was happening.

"What's wrong? I thought you like it rough?" She said in a seductive voice lifted up your shirt to your neck. "And this postion" you placed kisses from the top of your abs and went lower

Making you feel scared but filled with excitement

She went Iower

You moaned as you closed your eyes

She went lower

It was at this moment you was Millies trophy for the rest of the night

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You eyes fluttered open as you felt a hand play with your hair and stroke your head. You turned into the body you were intangled with and pressed your face into thier chest.

"Morning my Trophy" you heard the voice of Millie as you felt the vibrations of her speaking and looked up to her still half asleep. You felt her move strays of hair out of your face "You look cute when your all tuckered out" she said teasing you giving you pleasant flashbacks of the events of last night. "You say it like I didn't enjoy it" you gave a weak smile "Oh I know you enjoyed" She sat up slightly and drew you closer to her as she pecked your lips "I heard you enjoy it" You started to sheepishly smile, she pecked you again "I felt you enjoy it" you hid your face in her neck, pecking her neck and ribbing you face trying to hide

"Looks like I figured out how to finally shut you up"

The End

Well that was a different type of story I'm used to writing well the end part. I hope you guys enjoyed it and got a laugh and a gasp out of it.

I really wanted to write a story involving male and female footballers and I tried to make it work. Please let me know if you liked that idea btw

Please send feedback, If you want more Millie imagines request them 😁

[stalkedbytrains]

We call with the seven for the magic circle to...

The autumn night was very cold and very blustery. It was a perfect autumn day if it wasn't so damn frigid.

June had been dreading the text that was coming all day. She knew it was. She knew what day it was. It seemed like everything in the world had gone out of it's way to remind her that today was October 6th.

Finally the dreaded text came.

"Olivia finally found a sitter. We're meeting at 8pm tonight."

The last text from Lauren was from exactly one year ago, it was almost the same thing. And again from the year before and the year before that.

June never replied.

Now well into her 30's June friends often sent texts that were less demanding or certain. More along the lines of 'hey we're thinking of maybe hitting up a happy hour sometime next week? when can you make it?!"

But this meeting. Tonight was mandatory. It was as required as any ritual.

Everyone must attend.

She wished they could let the dead ghosts rest and banish them to leave her in peace.

But she'd felt the creeping cold, the claws at her back all day. She knew what day it was before she even woke up in the morning after fitful sleep and terrible nightmares.

No matter how scalding the shower was, how busy and demanding the job was, she would not be warm until the 7th.

June couldn't forget.

It was October 6th.

That night, after the sun had set, June set out to meet with her five other friends.

Well, to be perfectly frank, to call them friends now was nothing short of a misnomer. They were acquaintances at best. They had been friends, once. But no longer.

Not for years.

But they still had to meet every year on the same day. Every year for the last seventeen years.

June walked into the darkness of the forest preserve.

The girls all used to wander deep into the woods, as far as they dared away from the civilization and the safety of the parking lot.

Not anymore.

They were all older and more careful and lazier.

It was barely thirty feet into the woods, the lights of the parking lot could still be easily seen.

Hell, this year they had it set up on a picnic bench.

June was thankful, she didn't want to sit on the ground, her knees were already sore from this long, cold day.

This year was colder than all the others. It seemed that every year for the last seventeen years October 6th was setting records for the coldest day on record.

June, as always, was the last of the girls to arrive.

She took the open seat.

There were a smatterings of quiet greetings.

No one wanted to be here. They wanted this over and done with so they could leave and be on their way to somewhere else, back to their lives.

Lauren pulled out the chalk from her large purse.

"Everyone ready?" she asked as a courtesy. She didn't wait for a response and was already drawing the magic circle.

No one answered. It was the sixteenth time they've gathered to do this, they knew the ritual very well.

As Lauren sketched the circle and the patterns and the runes, each woman took out their candles. Each had prepared their candles according to the old rules and placed them at the indicated portion of the circle, with one space absent at the head of the table.

Three women on each side of the table. Six candles.

One empty space.

"Alright, done," Lauren said without need.

There was a collective intake of breath as the women prepared themselves.

Lauren as always started the ritual. She let her candle with the tiny extension of what small reservoir of magic she had left.

"With this magic and this meeting there is one for the light."

June instantly felt the temperature drop. She felt the shadows grow.

Olivia went next and let her candle with a snap of magic, causing the light to flare and burn brilliant for just a split moment before settling into a soft, cold, light. "With this candle and these gathered there are two for the sight."

The darkness grew by another large measure. Another snap of cold and wind rustled the dying leaves on the trees.

June's heart was in her throat. Something felt different this time.

But she couldn't stop the ritual. Better to get it over and done with as fast as possible.

She snapped her finger and lit her candle. Her candle didn't burn nearly as bright, nor flare as big.

"With this circle and this pattern there are three for the Night."

She had to choke out the last word. It felt like she was trying to push out a word as a physical object from where it lodged inside her throat. It hurt to physically say.

Sweat beaded her forehead as the ritual continued despite the fact that she could no longer see the lights from the parking lot. They should have been so close, but they were miles away now, distant pinpricks in the dark forest.

Her breath misted in front of her as the temperature dropped again.

She was shaking, both from the cold and because of the other thing.

Jessica was next. She lit her candle, but she grimaced as she did so, almost like the act physically hurt her.

"We call with four for the silver," she said as she dropped a small silver coin into the middle of the magic pattern Lauren had drawn.

The coin smashed into the table with a loud thud. It didn't bounce or move. It was like it was magnetically pulled right to the center.

The area was totally dark now. The only light came from the four lit candles. June could see the breath of the other women. All coming out in shallow clouds, all at the same time.

She swore she saw something moving in the pitch black forest behind the girls on the other side of the table.

She couldn't move. She couldn't say anything.

Too quickly, without stopping or realizing what was happening, Fiona went next. She lit her candle and it barely burned.

Her hands were shaking with the cold.

She dropped a gold coin that slammed into the table, denting it as she said, "And five for the gold."

June swore she heard another voice speaking in tandem with Fiona. Somewhere at the head of the table where... no...

She tried to move, to do something, to call out, to stop Rachel from saying the next part.

But the candle was already lit. This time blazing high and bright like a railroad flare.

June swore she saw a dark figure standing behind Rachel.

Her mouth was frozen shut, from fear, from the cold, from the other thing in the back staring at her over Rachel's shoulder.

Two voices this time. "We call with the six for the secrets, never to be told."

For the last sixteen rituals, this is where it would have ended. This is where it should have ended. But this wasn't like the last sixteen. This was like the first one.

This one was the real magic. The Deep Magic. The Old things that they never should have meddled with.

The darkness should have snapped away. The candles should have gone out. The parking lot should have beckoned sweetly. Home and safety.

When the ritual was not completed because their seventh had been missing these last seventeen years, it should have ended.

Then the voice spoke from the entity that was hiding in the shadows.

"We call with the seven for this magic circle to," it said with a slow, deliberate tone. There was a harshness there, a rawness, like a voice after a concert of delightful yelling, but worse. "Hold," the voice finally finished.

The ritual was close to being completed. For the first time in years.

"NO!" June yelled, but she was too late. She couldn't move fast enough. She couldn't stop the last candle from being lit.

What looked like the edge of a knife reflected the soft candle light as the seventh candle materialized and was lit with a cold blue flame.

The paralysis that took over all six women finally broke as the darkness retreated slightly.

Standing at the head of the table, dressed in something that June could only think of as a battle nun outfit (some kind of form fitting black habit, pieces of steel or iron armor clinging to arms and chest and head) was a worn, scarred, and tired looking, much older Natalie.

"Sisters," she said in her worn voice, with a smile that had no warmth, "so good to see you again. Thank you for joining me."

Olivia was the first to recover. "Natalie! You're alive!"

She moved to get up and presumably hug their long lost friend, but Natalie moved a single finger and Olivia was slammed back into her seat with an overwhelming force of Natalie's magic.

"This is not a happy reunion for you," Natalie said as she reached behind her to produce some object from the darkness.

She dropped a black mass of something on the table in the middle of the circle, on top of the silver and gold.

After a moment, the candle light illuminated a grotesque form, the severed head of some kind of horrible amalgamation of goat, man, lizard, and bird.

"One of you sold me to this demon, the Lord of the Frozen Wastes, Farimelligion. Unfortunately for you, I did not die. I fought off my captors for these long years. My powers grew and grew until I was able to slay him and free myself from your spell. I intend to find out, exactly, betrayed me. And I will collect my pound of flesh."

To illustrate her point, she dropped the sword she was carrying, a cracked and bitter looking silver blade covered in frost and radiating cold.

"I regret to tell you that forgiveness was something that was taken from me out there. There is no repenting. But I will spare anyone who turns on their sister like they turned on me."

i have a kofi

[papers-pamphlet]

**hey hey I have a masterpost for my amrev OCs now if you wanna learn about them

‼️‼️Hijacking this post to say that if I see any "suspicious accounts" (new looking, no PFP/posts) interacting with me then they are immediately blocked ! ‼️‼️

Intro post !!

The brainrot was getting too strong so I decided to make a whole tumblr blog for this (chose tumblr since I don't think there's anyone in the AmRev fandom on twitter)

Anyways, I'm Paper! 16 years old, she/her, Filipino, autistic, and currently hyperfixated on the American Revolution!

It started off after my friend made me watch Hamilton literally just last month. I got obsessed, played all the songs on repeat, as one does, didn't satisfy me enough so I started looking into Alexander Hamilton more which now leads me to where I am now. (I'm also watching TURN right now too because I'm desperate for more AmRev media)

Thanks to Alexander Hamilton I have

begun studying more because I imagine Alexander's ghost watching over me

started writing in cursive for the first time in five years

had urges to learn french

become significantly more interested in history than before

So yeah. I also love Lams !!

I draw and sometimes write too. This blog will mostly just be for me to gush about Alexander, Laurens, and the such <3

[asherthephoenix]

Drawing the reboot cast with their Pokémon: part 4/16

explanation for the choices:

The ghost type is just so fitting for Lauren: spooky, uncanny pokemon that are actually quite misunderstood a lot of the time & have super cool designs. This is my favorite pokemon type so chosing just three to draw was a tad bit of a challenge

Froslass: The literal "scary girl" of pokemon. A 100% female species that kills other pokemon basically for fun (it's dex entries state it freezes pokemon it likes to death and then uses them as decorations.) Lauren likes to harm others for her own amusement.

Banette: a pokemon that used to be a doll; it came alive after it developed a grudge due to being neglected by it's owner. Similar to how lauren develops a grudge on the rest of the reboot cast when they ignore her feelings and boot her off early for being a creep, and vows that she will get vengence for her mistreatment.

Mimikyu: A pokemon that will basically kill anyone who sees its true form, so it disguises itself as a pikachu to hide its apperance, however sometimes it's disguise will get blown away or destroyed making trainers still vulnerable to harm. Similar to how Lauren knew she was rather detested by the rest of the reboot cast, so she pulled together a new look to try to make herself fit in more (and this backfired horribly.)

[maleyanderecafe]

Opinions on Yandere cheaters?

I saw a discussion on reddit about this trope, and I immidiatly went straight to your blog lolol. I dont know if you already have this question answered or if you ban this type of question but I am a bit curious! What specific scenerios would make a yan cheat? If they were somewhat redeemable, what actions would they do to be redeemable?

Straight to my blog? i'm honored, haha. I wouldn't ban a question like that because I generally am pretty open about how yandere can be like and it's always very cool when you think about what kind of things that yanderes can expand into that might be unconventional.

I can see why people don't really like the concept of yandere cheaters. One of the biggest appeals of yanderes is their undying loyalty and persistence, so having a yandere do something completely opposite to that basically turns people off from them. The joke is always, I can accept murder, confinement, amputation and obsession but I draw the line at cheating in the yandere community. Some people will not accept a character as a yandere if they cheat.

However, I personally do think there are some ways that yanderes can cheat and still become a yandere.

One way is to use it as a manipulation tactic. Even if the two are actually married or otherwise together, I can see a yandere cheating with someone else as a way to get them to react a certain way or to pay attention to them more. An example off the top of my head is from the machine translated mobile game Yandere Boyfriend Leo, where while Leo is in love with the main character, ends up dating her friend Grace as a way to get her jealous and eventually to give her so much stress that she loses her memory. I feel like a yandere can do this as a way to get their lover to do something, whether again, it is something relating to them getting attention, or simply a plan to get them to be confined for instance. The main thing is generally that the yandere is basically using them and has no interest in actually being together with them, since they only have eyes for their love. You can also see this in the Lifetime movie, Hush Little Baby, where the yandere, Owen, sleeps with another girl despite being in love with the main character Lauren as a way to make it seem like her husband is cheating and sew chaos in the family. Yes, it's a pretty awful way to get with their love interest, but I think people forget that yanderes are kind of supposed to be awful people a lot of times, and you liking them or disliking them doesn't always disqualify them from being a yandere.

Another way is basically their perception of love and sex and how that's handled. For a lot of people, having sex with another person while in a relationship is considered cheating, but it can differ from person to person. For instance, Kirishima from Raise wa tanin ga ii is kind of an example of this because while he does exhibit a lot of yandere actions like obsessiveness, tracking Yoshino on his phone, stalking her etc, he does spend a lot of beginning simply just sleeping with other women, despite the fact that he confesses his love towards her. This is one of the things that put a lot of people off of him because while the two of them are not dating or engaged, we generally don't see yanderes as someone who will sleep with others when they have someone that they're obsessed with. Still, we do see that Kirishima views sex and love pretty differently, as he mostly uses it for pleasure and doesn't have any romantic interest with any of the other girls he sleeps with, even talking to them about how much he loves and adores Yoshino after sleeping with them. I'm not the best analysist on this topic since I am kind of behind on the manga, but this reddit post does a pretty good job of explaining it.

Similar to above, sometimes the situation or time they are in forces them to be with someone else instead of the person they love. This is more of "this is for the sake of someone I love or care about " and less of the fact that they want to have more than one person by their side. One example of this is Dekiai Yakuza ni wa Amayakasarenai!, a manga about a body guard who is obsessed with the person that he's protecting. Despite this, we do see in the manga that he does sleep with another woman, though we also see that he does so reluctantly. This can be considered "cheating" in a sense like I stated before, but considering he's likely doing this for the sake of the person he loves, and doesn't enjoy it at all in the slightest. There is also The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince, specifically in the backstory of their reincarnation with Liontel and Phillip. Phillip was originally engaged to another girl named Ser but used her power so that he could be the emperor. He ends up not only causing Ser's husband to die, but also cages her and keep her locked up for the sake of protecting her. To maintain the idea that she's dead and to keep his status, he does actually marry another woman and had a child with her, but ultimately does so out of obligation as the king, as well as the fact that he very clearly doesn't love her. In these cases, the yandere is more or less forced into consequences where they don't really have control over what they want, and thus have to either sleep with or be married to someone else despite having someone that they love. This is another way I feel like a yandere can technically cheat without actually losing their status as a yandere. In a similar vein, if the yandere believes they can never be with their lover, they might try to get with others, but only has their lover at heart. Kylar for instance from DOL is considered a yandere, but based on the players actions, can sleep around and even date other players. This doesn't necessarily disqualify Kylar as a yandere, but rather the circumstances of the game (aka, not allowing murder) don't allow him to go all out, probably to make sure the player themselves is not locked in a choice when it comes to this kind of game.

I think that certain developments that lead to a yandere becoming a yandere can also be something that's explored. The easiest one of course is that they originally were cheating with other people but slowly develops feelings and obsessions for one person and gives up on his life of being a player, or even just using it more as a way to try to forget, or even maintain status, but their heart is always with the person that they love. There is also the fact that the yandere can be the one that the lover is cheating on with, like in Casual Flowers, if for some reason they can't get rid of their spouse or lover, sometimes that's the only way they can experience being with the other person. If they were possibly a redeemed yandere, where they go from yandere back to another person, they might end up with someone else entirely.

Personally, I think that it would be really funny if the yandere lost the person they loved and then forcibly projected them onto another person. Then they realized that their original love was actually alive. That would be both really funny and a hilarious situation with the yandere. If they're really delusional, they might not even recognize their original love or they could just abandon the other person that they loved instead.

It also depends on what you consider cheating. Are threesomes considered cheating? Is it cheating if their love is split into a bunch of different people and the person has to gather them all? Is it cheating if the yandere is immortal and keeps losing his memory so he keeps falling in love with different people? Is having a reverse harem considered cheating?

I'm sure there are other ways to have a yandere cheater in the story, but I can't really think of them. I'm not sure if you would consider this cheating since in most of these scenarios, the yandere and the lover aren't actually dating, so they still can be more fluid with their actions. Still, I think its a very fun thing to consider when writing yanderes.

[sleepi-toasti]

Meet bailey!

bailey (14) lived in a 2d weirdcore world with color kingdoms. she was the princess of the cyan kingdom. one day, bailey fell into a portal that goes to the real world. since bailey lived in a 2d world, she is 2d also. and the real world is 3d, so she's like a piece of paper the size and shape of a human lol

bailey now lives in Houston, but she tries to get back to her original world. she lives with the Mitchell family: Mr Samuel Mitchell (48), Mrs Lauren Mitchell (47), Amy Rodriguez (26, and she's married), Nathaniel Mitchell (17), Madison Mitchell (14), and Aaron Mitchell (9).

also, bailey originally has solid black hair when she lived in her world, but after being introduced to twenty one pilots music, she dyed the bottom of her hair red (to match josh dun)

(another thing: she genderfluid)

(here's bailey in her princess outfit lol)

I'll make the Mitchell family soon, but here's info abt them

Samuel:

he works a 7-5 job and doesn't like it bc it doesn't pay as good as it should be (his boss is stealing money out of the worker's paychecks)

he wants to work a higher paying job (specifically the job Lauren works at)

Lauren:

the family actually does good bc her job pays a good amount

she's the real household leader (she's a tough love kind of mom)

great at cooking

works as a school teacher (the school is a good school and pays more)

Amy:

she lives in San Antonio and works as a pediatrician

when she visits, she helps her mom cook

her husband, will, is actually a really cool dude

Nathaniel:

goes by "nate"

he's actually a closeted gay person, and despite the fact that he's never told anyone, madison knows

the boy he likes is Matthew Anderson, the captain of the schools basketball team

he's also on the basketball team

Madison:

she's a twenty one pilots fan

she's the one who got bailey to listen to twenty one pilots music

she actually never has been to a concert, until her mom bought two tickets (one for Madison and one for bailey) to the Clancy world tour show

she knows abt nate's sexuality because she read his journal, which had entires (like diary entries) that talked abt how much nate liked matthew, pictures of nate and matthew hanging out together, and drawings of matthew (it's all about matthew with you HUH NATHANIEL?)

she yaps about her obsessions a lot lol

Aaron:

he's a silly goober

likes playing Minecraft with nate and matthew (yes matthew comes over sometimes, mainly to do school projects with nate)

has a teddy bear with a red bowtie named Fuzzy

he brings Fuzzy everywhere he goes (yes, even school. he keeps Fuzzy in his backpack)

[vendetta-if]

Hey author!! Would you mind if i ask a few questions about the sequel?

How old is sequel mc and their brother? How many years has gone from the year in the current book? Can you give a more detailed describtion of kostya?(like general describtion, his hair style, what kind of clothes he usually wear, etc)

This is part me just wanting to know and part me wanting to make a fanart of the sequel siblings+the children of my current mc in my headcanon, but i'm currently very busy so i have no idea just when can i draw these, hopefully soon tho!

I don’t mind questions about the sequel at all! 😁 Although, a lot of things are not set or confirmed yet, but I’ll try to answer with what I have in mind right now. Just know that some aspects or parts of the answers to these sequel asks may be subject to changes in the future.

I’m not really set yet on their ages, but they should be in their 20s as well. MC might be more in the early 20s range and their big brother, Konstantin or Kostya, maybe around mid 20s? 🤔

Like almost all of the Morozovs so far, Kostya is going to be very tall, broad shoulders, with kind of lean and fit body. He has midnight black hair like both of his dads, usually styled parted and slicked to the side neatly kinda like Luka’s or Male Rin’s, but he’s less meticulous about it like them and sometimes, as the day goes on, some strands would fall to his forehead a bit or get out of their slicked style. He just doesn’t really care and somehow, it just fits him and his more “laid-back” attitude.

Probably like these pics below.

As for the style of clothes he wears, he most often wears formal and expensive three-piece suits, and other more formally styled clothes. The most casual he would go is probably preppy style (like Polo Ralph Lauren-type of stuff).

Also, what I mean with expensive three-piece suits is, if you have seen John Wick 4, it’s similar to the outfits that Marquis de Gramont wore in the movie.

Also, whenever you manage to make a fanart of the sequel siblings and your MC’s kids, please do tag me! 🥺🥰

[blaithnne]

I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew.

Or, Chapter 10 of Lauren's backstory is here

[biskysposts]

It’s pretty nice to draw your comfort characters sometimes,

@lovely-lauren-arts

[meirimerens]

Hey hiii popping in first to say, ur patho playlists (esp the temy one like AUGHGHGHJHFSJKFD) have been a godsend for finding out new music, found some rlly amazing songs through them hehe And jumping off from that, how do you go around finding new music? Do you have any playlist recs or smth like that? Esp for more electronic type of vibe, ty in advance mwah

hiiii omg Thank You i am still quite proud of my little playlists I ♥ MUSIC and i have a few different ways...

first of all i have been pleasantly surprised by the spotify algorithm over the years. i have it (🏴‍☠️🤫) on my phone ( + have found that on firefox wit adblocker it's also usable on desktop without too much hassle) and have sometimes found that the songs it recommends me to add to playlists are actually pretty good even if they don't make it into the playlist. helps that i have a pretty big Musical Appetite (but you're kinda outta luck re:electronica with me because that's not something i necessarily gravitate towards). i'll listen to a new song on loop because Good and then i'll be recommended stuff in the same vibe. it's a 1/7 chance i'll actually want to put it on my phone and #enjoy it for long but sometimes it's bullseye. some of my favorite current songs were random spotify recs (recently La Suite Meurtrière by Vox Vulgaris, Rozy by Dakh Daughters, Requin Blanc by Suprême & Miu by Marina Herlop.)

i'm also constantly looking for #music to put on in the bg while i draw/work so i pop on youtube, find myself a "[genre] [decades (optional)] playlist" and kinda let the waves take me. a lot of it is like solid 5/10 but sometimes there's a 7+/10 that pops up so i find it, add it to a playlist, more stuff like it gets recommended to me, repeat the cycle... Check out musics from other places. it can be looking up "[nationality] [genre] playlist" on youtube. just found this literally just doing it right now. or this channel i like it a lot. some i've loved from it are "Turkish Female Singers from '70s Vinyl Set", "70's Turkish Anatolian Rock Vinyl Set"

Also also, some stuff i put on playlists i don't have in like. my main "everyday listen" playlist. a lot of songs are deeply contextual and if i pulled them out of their playlists I'd Get Scared. i'm not listening to Triple Sun by Coil or ... Archright by Town Portal (both from my threefold bullet playlist) in the subway every morning I'd Get Scared. or so mad like i'm off red dye.

i'm not a big #electronic guy so i don't have great recommendations for you except Check Out Lauren Bousfield's "Mansions No One Wants To Buy For Any Price" Song Of The Summer

[cursedbandaid]

Ponysona Art of course referencing Lauren Faust and her original concept art for MLP: FIM

My sona is a mule, sometimes a Pegasus, I mostly only draw the wings when they add to a joke

[ayoungpascallover]

Sweet Belle

Joel Miller x OFC!Belle

Summary. Tommy trusts his brother Joel to keep the new girl in town safe.

Warnings. Explicit content, smut, big age gap, vague description of oc. Mild violence, insinuations of SA and harassment, angst, fluff.

Masterlist

A/N. I tried to keep the character as neutral as possible but it's assumed she's got an stereotypical hegemonic image and the female gender it's specified. Please dni if this or any of the warnings triggers you or makes you uncomfortable.

Minors dni +18

Joel remembers the first time he saw her in Jackson, helping out in the greenhouse and wearing overalls two sizes too big for her with only a thin worn-out tank top underneath with her long shiny hair falling over her face. He stared, obviously, like everyone else did; but she smiled back only at him. Ellie gave him shit about it for hours until his patience ran out and he had to send her over to trade a new jacket he'd found on his last patrol. "Jesus christ, kiddo. Just take this, it didn't fit. Go see if you find something you like." Joel had gotten rid of Ellie for a couple of hours before having her back with a new pair of converse and the same snarky comments about the younger woman from the greenhouse. And as much as he tried to ignore Ellie and the fact that the gorgeous new girl in town smiled only at him. Eventually she crawled her way to the back of Joel's mind; she was by far one of the most beautiful woman Joel had come across, even before the outbreak, so he understood the fuss around her. But he also understood in what position it put her to look like that, he had seen too many young girls sold around like objects back in Boston, Joel sometimes thought maybe it a blessing Sarah had died before she could see the hell that it was for women the first years after the break. That was why he put those thoughts aside, she was a young woman alone in a new place, Joel would never take advantage of it.

"You've seen miss universe 'round town?" Tommy asked him one night. Joel was drinking a glass of whisky as he watched his little brother fix a pair of shoes for Maria.

"The new girl...?" He wondered, his curiosity perking up at the mention of her.

"Some of the kids call her Belle. Y'know, like from the movie Beauty and..."

"Sarah was obsessed with that movie, 'course I know. It suits her" He smiled softly at the fond memory of his daughter and because it really did suit.

"You think?"

"I mean she's hard to miss. We haven't been introduced though."

"I should probably get you two to meet"

"Leave it alone, Tommy. The girl's too young and you said it yourself, she's the beauty then am I supposed to be the fucking beast?"

"I know that, after what happened with Lauren. I'm done playing fucking cupid for you. You're impossible"

"Then what the hell do I have to do with the girl?"

"She's your new roommate."

"What?!"

"Yeah, she's been drawing lots of attention you know. There's good folk in here, but you never know..."

"I don't see what's got to do with me"

"Look, Joel. She's a very pretty girl and we thought it would be better if she wasn't alone. You've seen the way some guys stare at her, you've got a free room in your house and Ellie likes her"

"She's a stranger"

"You are the only one I trust. Maria and I, we anwser for her, just see if it works, give it a month and if doesn't work we find her a place. Hopefully there'll be a new sensation in town by that time"

"Tommy..."

"C'mon, Joel. What if it was Ellie? The poor girl had no one when she got here, she's just afraid and the fucking men are desperate assholes. Please..." Joel couldn't keep his eyes from tearing, because Ellie had been there. She had been the girl who was alone; he would not let it happen again.

"Two weeks, if she gets on my goddamm nerves I'm kicking her out"

Then of course, it wasn't only two weeks, nor a month. As the weeks went by, neither of them could go back to when they weren't together, on the same house, on the same space, on the same bed. She was soft-spoken, gentle with those who knew her well enough, she was smart and kind and easygoing, just as she was funny, she had a witty sense of humour and sometimes a dumb silly one like Ellie's. She had a killer smile and bright eyes with long lashes adorning them, when she kissed him, her lashes would tickle his cheeks. He was too drunk on her; taken by her laugh, her voice, her moans... Taken even by the tiny and not so tiny scars spreaded across her body that seemed to have nice shapes, Joel liked to trace them all and connect them in different patterns. Sometimes she'd fall fast asleep as soon as Joel started touching her, however somedays it would take a little more to get her to sleep. On rough days like that morning, she was restless, mortified even just thinking about closing her eyes, like if whatever was tormenting her would inevitably reach her in her sleep. On days like that, Joel was a step ahead of that, taking control over her to get her out of her head. It was like a sacred ritual, he would shower with her, help her rub oils and lotions on her body, he would dressed her and untangle her hair carefully. Sometimes he would convince her to eat or to sleep, depending on the situation, but most times Joel would spend the rest of the night making her feel as safe as he could; hugging her, singing to her, sometimes fucking her the way she asked him to. Whatever would make her feel loved.

Even though most days she would be the one to do that for him.

They had gone together outside, the patrol seemed to be going well, easy. They were in a group of four with Tommy and and a kid who had just turned eighteen, they were showing him a route, the safety houses and where to hide the guns and provisions; it was fine, she looked happy to be outside Jackson for a change. Until those fucking raiders thought it was a good idea to take her from him, it -she- slipped from Joel's hands in a blink. But then just as fast as he lost her, he got her back to him.

By dinnertime the four of them were riding back into town, both Joel and his girl cover in blood. Tommy and the kid were both as pale as a ghost but intact, harmles; Joel had done it all. "Just take her home, get cleaned up. You did what you had to." Tommy grabbed the saddles of their horses and covered her with his own Jacket, avoiding the prying eyes on them. Joel nodded at his brother and guided the younger girl back to his home, their home.

"What the fuck happened?!" Ellie jumped out of her skin at the sight of them, getting up from her sit and putting down the guitar to open the door with shaky hands.

"I'm okay, Ellie. It's okay, the blood isn't ours" Joel heard her say, of course the first thing she said after almost dying was to comfort someone else. Because she was just that kind.

"I'll help her get clean. You think you could get her something to eat?" Joel asked Ellie with a trembling voice, once you were inside your bedroom waiting for the bath to fill up.

"Of course, you okay?" Ellie scanned him, her worried expression betraying the fake confidence in her voice.

"I think so, I'm sorry we scared you. I got scared too"

"It's fine, I'll bring something to eat and give you guys some space. I was going to Dina's if that's okay"

"Thank you, kiddo"

The bath happened with no more commotion, quietly they both calmed down, the hot water helping them release the tension they were holding. "Can you brush my hair?" She asked once he was done rubbing the body lotion all over her body, despite being a twenty year old lotion, the vainilla scent lingered nicely on her skin. Joel put her on one of his shirts, it was old and it smelt like him, but it was warm and comfortable enough to get her to sleep.

"Of course, sweet girl" He whispered, taking the brush in his huge hand. "You have to eat something, though"

"I'm exhausted. I can't eat"

"I'll let you sleep then"

"Take a nap with me, I need you close."

"Whatever you need, honey"

The next morning when Joel woke she was still soundly asleep, the cold autumn weather making her look cozy under the warm duvet, and her messy hair covering her face filled his chest with pure emotion. Her soft snores putting his mind at ease, she was alive and safe next to him. Joel could feel her warmth, her heartbeat, her breathing; he could feel her.

"Wake up, Belle." He whispered softly, tucking a few strands of rebel hair behind her ear. "C'mon my sweet girl. I need you to eat something"

"I was having a dream. A really good one" her croaked voice made him smile wider, she kept her eyes closed but her body was moving now, her arms looking for him and wrapping around his broad shoulders to get him closer.

"Yeah? Was I in it?" Joel taunted playfully as his fingers caressed the soft skin of her stomach.

"Mhm, between my legs. You were licking me clean, I'm so horny now" Her voice was breathless and Joel dared to move the duvet to peak at her almost naked body. Her perky nipples showing through the old shirt's fabric and the soaked panties grabbing his attention instantly.

"You want me to eat your pussy, my sweet Belle?" His cock pulsed at the thought of tasting her, she had never let him. Their relationship still too new to let herself be so exposed, it was one of the many things he had yet to show her. And even though Joel never pressured her, fuck, he was dying to have a taste.

"Please, Joel" she mewled desperately into his neck. How could he say no?

He kissed her face first, light little kisses pressed all over her. Then Joel moved unhurriedly to take off her shirt and down her body to pull off the panties he had dressed her on the night before, he kissed her on the stomach, and then a little lower, and then lower, until he was kissing her clit, softly and sweet. Barely brushing his lips against her, Joel kissed her cunt again, taking time to give attention to every part of it. Enjoying the soft cries falling from her lips. Satisfied with how wet she was, Joel dragged his raspy tongue between her folds making her jump in surprise and pleasure, soon enough he was sucking and open mouth kissing all of her.

Her legs were open wide, resting on his shoulders and her breathing was heavy and unsteady. He stuck his tongue inside her, and licked upward, his calloused fingers finding her clit to press sloppy circles on it, until she was sobbing for him. Belle was a patient girl, always trusting Joel to coax her into her orgasms, but suddenly she felt greedy, her whole body burning for more of him. She looked for her own release pressing her pussy down onto his tongue, into his face and grinding desperately. Joel took his hand away from her core and reached up to grab her breasts to pull her down harder into his mouth, his perfect nose bumping sinfully down her clit overstimulating her enough to not miss his fingers.

"Joel, I'm so close. I need your cock" He obliged, rushing to freeing his hardness from his tight boxers and pushing her legs open wide to slid into her. She was fully awake now, staring at him with teary eyes full of lust and pure adoration. As he entered her slowly, they both cried out without looking away from eachothers eyes, Joel and her being both on the edge, held one another tightly, moaning and crying for eachother.

It felt as if they were out of their bodies, everything was unexisting, unreal. It was just Joel and Belle. Fuck the rest. It was perfect like that. Soon enough, after only a few thrust, she came hard. Her muscles contracting painfully and her body twitching and trembling under him, a few tears slipping down her flushed cheeks. Joel was sure his back was a sight to see, all scratched from her high.

"Need to- need to pull out" Joel whimpered, not being able to recognise his own broken voice. Her pulsing core only pushing him closer.

"Cum on my pussy" She whined as he pulled away from her. Joel got on his knees close enough to grab her small softer hand and guide her to his twitching cock. Splitting her legs further, she grabbed his member, her own hand covered by his and moving it up and down at his own rhythm.

"Fucking hell, you're so fucking filthy. My pretty Belle, all mine. Those bastards wish they were me... Fuckfuckfuck" Joel was rambling, making her stroke faster and harder as the first drops of precum slipped between their fingers.

"I'm all yours, only yours"

Her words were enough to break him. A loud grunt filling the room as the white thick liquid splutter all over her puffy cunt. Giving Joel a soft squeeze, she let go of him when he winced in overstimulation. Once she got her hand away, Joel dropped his body next to her, immediately wrapping her in a tight hug.

"Are you okay? You need anything?" He asked, gently. His face buried in her neck and only coming out to steal kisses every few seconds.

"I'm perfectly happy, you make me so happy" she giggled making him chuckle with her and smile with his full teeth. "I only need you for now, let's just stay here for a little longer. Can we?"

"Whatever you want, my sweet Belle."

She was his, and for as long as he could. Joel would keep her safe.