#not my style but he is REALLY GOOD at making stuff that is not my style

[starryylies]

I don’t know how to explain it but I would love to see your take on a shy reader asking Simon to roleplay something with her💘💘💘 Maybe him not being so sure of the idea, kind of laughing at it at first but then enjoying it more than he thought he would:)

Also I love your blog and adore your writing style so much!!! xx

Simon and shy reader who wants to try roleplay

OHMGEEE THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! Im so glad you think i can pull it off. Thank uuu 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷. Also im so sorry this ask is being answered so late, i just saw that it was in my drafts 😭😭

He wasn’t really a roleplay guy, never felt the need to be someone else, never wanted you to change anythin’ bout yourself.

He didn’t think you were into it either. I mean look at you

You’re his sweet little baby, always wearing frilly pink tops and your signature white stockings, who would’ve pegged you to be someone who’s into that stuff.

But you were, oh god you were in way too deep. You needed it, you craved it.

Some part of you always knew you had a thing for men in uniforms. You never knew how bad it was though, not until now.

Ever since you saw Simon in his military gear, all you can think of is him taking you, his new recruit training you to become the big bad lieutenant’s perfect soldier.

You didn’t know how to bring it up in a normal conversation so you did what you thought was best.

You wore his extra oversized military uniform and dog tags and sprawled your body across the bed trying your hardest to look seductive as you waited for him to come home from work.

As you heard the door open you started to second guess if doing this was a good idea but it was too late, Simon’s heavy footsteps reached the master bedroom and there he was standing infront of you.

Sweat dripping off his neck while he was wearing his full military gear, without the mask though. As always.

“Welcome home sir” you chirped out

“What ya doin’ wearin that love” he grumbled out, taking a Quick look at your lacy bra that was peeking out from his uniform before heading towards the bathroom.

“Um I just wanted to try it out ya know?” You said meekly, a deep blush covering your face as you tried hiding yourself.

“Try what love?” He looked at you while he dried his face with a towel,

Your eyes went on the droplets of water dripping down his tactical vest, your train of thought was interrupted by his big hands now reaching your face. Cupping your cheeks as his deep voice rumbled through his chest

“use your words baby”

“Oh I just you know, wanted to like try out like um roleplay?” You said it, you finally said it!

In hopes of an answer you looked up at him, to your dismay you saw him holding back a smile. Not the normal one he gives you, this felt like he was laughing at you.

Suddenly realising that you made a fool of yourself you quickly got off the bed. Only to be trapped by his big arms.

“Where ya runnin’ off to lil bunny”

“Fuck you, yer making fun of me” you cried out. His big arms now encasing you in a hug.

“M’ sorry baby, js’ didn’t expect ya to be into military stuff ya know? it’s not exactly rainbows and sunshine like you princess”

He cupped your face, wiping away the tears carefully, “stop cryin’ lovie, remember soldiers don’t cry on the field yea?”

With that your ears perk up, your eyes meeting his which are now sparkling with a hint of mischief. His hands gripping your ass as he leads you to the bed.

Removing his vest, keeping the rest on for you.

His kisses are deep and desperate, messy with the tongue and all.

His hands find a way to your clit, rubbing right circles on it as he unzips his pants, freeing his angry cock.

“See what ya did soldier? Gotta punish you fo’ that now shouldn’t I?” He groans into your mouth. His cock finding your entrance as he fucks you in a violent pace.

“Hm yer taking me so well soldier, wan’ me to go faster? Wan’ me to finish inside your lil cunt as a punishment?” he slurs out,

“Ye yes lieutenant yes please yes” you moan out, the obscene sounds of skin slapping and deep groans filling your ears and fueling your arousal as you find yourself nearing to your high.

“Lieutenant, sir please lemme cum please sir I beg you”

“Yer gonna cum so easily eh soldier? Guess ya need some endurance training”

he finds himself rutting into you like a wild animal, his hands bruising your waist as he mouth bites onto his dog tags, the metallic taste and smell of sex filling up his senses.

“Fuck soldier m gonna cum” he hisses out as he fastens his pace, rutting inside of you one last time, a loud slap noise echoing in the room as he empties his load inside you.

The after haze making both of your minds blurry as you cling onto one another like koalas.

“Guess we both need some endurance training don’t we love?”

[leighsartworks216]

As a fat person, there is so much comfort in Sylus as a whole

No matter how much you weigh, he's picking you up like you weigh nothing. You can complain about how heavy you must be, and he'd just give you a look. "The more you complain, the longer I'll hold you, sweetie." And he is true to his word. And then like later, he's still holding you, sitting with you in his lap, hugging you close, nuzzling against your neck, and he lowly murmurs against your skin, "I like having you in my arms like this."

If he takes you to one of the high end stores and they don't have stuff in your size, 1. He's getting on the manager/owner's ass about it. And 2. He's taking you to a tailor and he's gonna buy you a whole closet's worth of clothes that all fit just the way you like, in all the styles you love and more. This goes double for lingerie; he is buying hundreds of sets and he'll buy even more if you find a style you really like

Going out to eat and you feel embarrassed about eating to your heart's content. He's honestly a little affronted about this, like, not offended and definitely nothing against you, but he would LOVE to watch you eat. He enjoys seeing you enjoy yourself. He wants to savor the look on your face when you try the dessert, or the way you lick your lips after a hearty meal. He stocks up the base with all your favorite snacks, and with everything to make your favorite meals, too. He's only good at cooking if he follows a recipe (his words), but he'll gladly flip through a cookbook with you to find something you'll enjoy

If someone makes fun of you? Dealt with. Depending on the severity, he may make the problem go away permanently. If someone's looking at you wrong or snickering about you behind your back, he is clocking that shit and he is glaring hard at them or even calling them out for it (outside of your earshot; he doesn't want you to know they were making fun of you). If someone goes out of their way to embarrass you? Loudly calling attention to your clothes or, god forbid, physically poking your sides or dumping shit on you? Oh, yeah, they've just forfeit their right to continue living on the same planet as you. If you post a cute selfie or pic of yourself on social media, he has Luke and Kieran remove any negative or passive aggressive comments, even going so far as to hack into their accounts and delete them

Having sex and you're self conscious? He takes all the time you need to be comfortable. Kisses you long and slow and deep, whispering praises between each one. Holds your hands, slowly touching more of you as you settle in and adjust. If he touches you somewhere you don't like, even if you don't direct him away from it, he'll feel you tense up or jolt or any sign of discomfort, and he'll pull away from it. Quietly asks if this is okay, over and over again. If you let him, he will spend hours just leaving delicate kisses across every inch of your body. He parts from your lips to kiss your cheeks, up your temple, your forehead, down your nose, another kiss to your lips. Then he trails along your jaw, down your throat, taking his sweet time. He spends extra time on your belly and hips, groaning softly about how divine you are. When he gets to your thighs? Oh, god, he could cum in his pants right then and there without ever touching himself. So so gently brushes his teeth along your inner thigh, dark eyes looking up at your face, asking permission to bite you, to mark you. Bites into your flesh like it's juicy steak, letting your skin slip out between his teeth as he pulls away, tugging it with him. By the time he finally trails his mouth to the apex of your thighs, you're covered in marks and reminders of his adoration

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Clothing Headcannons (Tony x Reader)

word count: 0.3k

a/n - this has been in my drafts way too long and i haven’t written a new chapter for new friend yet sooooo

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Maybe it’s not technically a love language, but clothes are a pretty big thing for you and Tony as a couple. 

You sleep in his shirts every night. There are two in particular that you’ve grown particularly fond of, and he’s got no desire to fight you on this, so if he wants to use them, he literally asks you if he can wear it. 

He asks you if he can wear his own clothes that you stole. 

Whatta man. 

…Salt-n-Pepa song starts playing 

Tony’s got a pretty good and pretty well developed sense of style, he knows what he likes and doesn’t like and what looks good on him. Because he’s so assured of it, you’re aware of it as well, and sometimes, he finds a little bag on his side of the bed with a shirt or tie or something in it that you knew he’d like. 

You like to play a bit of a fashion show with him sometimes. You’ll sit on the good ole sturdy shelf in his closet that really feels more like a seat anyway, and he’ll try on things and you’ll review them. 

Tony buys you stuff too sometimes, but he’s got a lot more fun if he can take you out and watch your facial expressions when you find stuff. 

Plus, he likes talking crap about things you don’t like, and when you laugh at his jokes (even the bad ones), it makes him crack a smile. 

And at the end of the day, he loves climbing into bed with you wearing his Black Sabbath t-shirt, cuddling close to him as he turns the television on and you two watch an episode of M.A.S.H. or something else you like. 

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[pressurereunited]

A casual morning with the Solace Family!

(RU Sebastian didn't wake up, he wasn't asleep... He was already awake. He was busy cooking breakfast for his children, making sure April's' share was liquidified, as she has trouble with most solids she couldn't suck on, he didn't make anything for himself.. he had already eaten an hour ago, he wasn't hungry. He simply boiled some water for himself and made a cup of coffee. Once the table was set and his coffee was finished, he went to wake up Damien and April. He lifted April from her crib in his arms, and she stirred. Then he went to Damiens' bed and gently shook his shoulder.)

RU Sebastian: "Rise and shine, son..."

Damien: "Hmm? Oh... Yeah... Mornin' Dad." (Damien stretches before getting up, putting on his jacket and making his way to the table.) "Thanks for making breakfast..."

Sebastian: "Of course."

(April excitedly babbled as she drank out of her bottle. RU Sebastian sat with them, book in hand and drank his coffee. The intercoms throughout the Blacksite buzzed to life.)

Intercom: "Good morning, Denizens of the Hadal Blacksite! Hope you all had a great rest!.... Updates: Olive Branch intends on making printed phone books for anyone who needs them so one doesn't have to wander just to look at the damn guide! The vent ways in corridor 25 are now safe for transport... Turns out there was no hostile inside, only a void mass collecting rocks... It's docile. The DiVINEs seem to be growing fruit now... Not recommended you eat it, but apparently it leaves a psychedelic effect... Don't eat it... Unless that's what you want... But personally, don't. However, if you feed Chainsmoker one of those fruits, it makes its smoke blue! Pretty cool, huh? Anyways... Chloe's clothing shop has new fabric for new clothes... So if you want a new style, hurry there! It's in corridor 36...."

(RU Sebastian listens to the broadcast nodding along. Damien and April continued eating.)

RU Sebastian: "....'Bout time they began making guides for the phones people can carry around.... Anyway, Any plans today, you two?"

Damien: "I was thinking of seeing my friends today... Or probably doing more exploration!"

April: "Uhm... Can I stay with you today, daddy?"

RU Sebastian: "Of course, sweetheart... (Looks at Damien) Sam is paying me a visit today... Should be here shortly... He found a typewriter but can't use it so he's asking ME to test it out and see if it works."

Damien: "You know how to work a typewriter?"

RU Sebastian: "My grandfather had one....and I learned how to use it."

Damien: "Oh... That's cool!... Maybe I could stay a bit and watch!"

RU Sebastian: "If that's what you want to do, Damien. Hey, You could even learn how to use it yourself... Just like dear old Dad, huh?"

Damien: "Nice!... Just like dear old Dad! (Damien and RU Sebastian share a chuckle before settling into a comfortable silence.) Hey Dad... Think you could've made novels or something? You like to write a lot..."

RU Sebastian: "(thinks for a moment) well... It was a dream I had when I was a boy.... I wanted to be an author... Then a journalist.... Then a reporter... Someone who could share news with others. I liked writing a LOT back then... My desk in my bedroom when I was young was stuffed with stuff I wrote.... Back then, you could ask me to write whatever... A story, a letter, an update on a current event... Stuff like that. "

Damien: "Really?"

RU Sebastian: "(Nods) I mean, I kind of was in my first year in the army... I would help with writing reports and updates- and I wrote my grandfather many many letters... (He sighs and shakes his head) But y'know how life can be, don't you son? Things change."

Damien: "Yeah... Yeah the do... Do you still write as often down here?"

RU Sebastian: "In my personal journal... But not as often as I used to in my teen years."

Damien: "I still have the letter you wrote to me before I came down here... It took me a while to realize you wrote that... you're very... good with your words when it comes to writing them down, Dad. It felt like you poured your heart out into those words. I'd pay to read one of your journals from your younger years..."

(RU Sebastian chuckles.)

RU Sebastian: "You would?"

Damien: "Yeah, I would. Mom even said you wrote her love letters..."

(RU Sebastian blushed.)

RU Sebastian: "Oh... Well... Y'know.... It was just my way of showing my love to her..."

April: (Continues drinking her breakfast as she babbles excitedly about spending the day with Dad.)

(RU Sebastian smiles and nods at April as he sips his coffee, Damien finally finishes eating and goes to wash his plate... This was how the day began with the Solace Family, listening to the intercom, eating breakfast and talking about their plans. Something simple but it kept them grounded despite their reality.)

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Context to that aforementioned letter Damien mentioned.

Before Damien was sent down to the Blacksite, he was given a backpack full of essentials, Sam snuck a letter That RU Sebastian wrote for him into that backpack.

RU Sebastian wrote that letter not intending to give it to Damien, it was just him pouring his emotions on paper... But Sam found it, saw it was addressed to Damien, and took it... RU Sebastian wasn't happy about that, as his letters are his words at their most vulnerable, but he figured if anyone could see that side of him... It was his son.

It took Damien some time to reach door 50 where RU Sebastian was... But as he explored, he took little breaks and found the letter in his backpack... It wasn't signed, but he read it anyway. Damien found himself tearing up at the letters words and he kept it with him.

It took Damien a while (like a few weeks) after meeting RU Sebastian to realize RU Sebastian wrote that letter, and when he finally realized it... He ran and hugged his father. That letter was RU Sebastian at his most vulnerable, more vulnerable than when he sobbed to Damien when he revealed he was the boy's father. That letter held fourteen years of longing within the ink.

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Anyways, that's all for this post, hope you enjoyed it!!!

[vanhelsing71]

Artist- bloodymoonlightsstuff

Oc that's right beside young 16 yr old simon- Samuel/Sammy petrikov ( he is Simon petrikov's fraternal twin little brother and the oc belongs to me )

This is what i imagine is going on in the picture ^^ 😸💖

Simon feels the weight of Samuel's head on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. With his free hand, Simon reaches up and ruffles Samuel's hair affectionately.

Simon: "You comfy there, little brother?

He glances down at the book he's reading, trying to keep his place while also enjoying the moment with Samuel. Sam smiles and nods, nuzzling his head against Simon's shoulder. He enjoys the feeling of his older brother's fingers playing with his hair, finding comfort in the familiar gesture.

Samuel: "yeah, im pretty comfy here..your shoulder is surprisingly comfortable...

He grins up at Simon before letting out a content sigh and closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the closeness with Simon as gives out a small yawn.

Samuel: by the way...i'v been meaning to ask you something simon

Simon looks down at his brother, his attention shifting from the book he's reading to the question on Samuel's mind. He looks away from the book turning to give Samuel his full attention.

Simon: "Of course, anything. What did you want to ask, Sammy ?

Samuel takes a moment to gather his thoughts, still snuggled against Simon's shoulder.

Samuel: well..i was wondering...do you have a crush on a girl at the moment ?

Simon he states that he doesn’t and asks him the same thing which samuel reminds him that he does. Simon raises an eyebrow, not expecting the question. He looks down at Sammy, his head resting on his shoulder, and smiles.

Simon: A crush? No, not at the moment. I'm too busy focusing on looking after the the shop, to worry about that stuff about girls right now, you know that Sammy. Why do you ask ? Planning to set me up on a date or something?

Sam chuckles as he shakes his head

Samuel: hehehe no nothing like that silly

Simon laughs at Samuel's response. He playfully rolls his eyes and replies with a smirk.

Simon: Ah, good to know you're not trying to play matchmaker behind my back. I was worried I'd have to be on guard against potential blind dates or something.

He looks down at Samuel, who's still resting his head on his shoulder, and he ruffles his hair affectionately again.

Simon: What about you? You said you do have a crush on someone, right? Who's the lucky girl ?

Samuel's expression turns a bit shy, and he looks away for a moment before meeting Simon's gaze again.

Samuel: Oh, uh, it's nobody you know. Just... someone from school.

He struggles to hide a small smile, his crush being a sensitive topic for him.

Samuel: well she's really beautiful....she has long blonde hair pretty blue eyes...she also likes music like i do...shes also funny

Simon smiles, amused by how much Sammy is gushing over this girl.

Simon: Wow, you really like this girl, huh? It sounds like she's quite the catch. Long, blonde hair, blue eyes, and she likes music? Sounds like you've got yourself a real beauty.

Simon grins at Samuel's description of the girl he has a crush on. He can see the sparkle in his brother's eyes as he talks about her, and it's clear how much he likes her.

Simon: I can see why you're smitten with her. She sounds lovely. And the fact that she likes music, just like you, that's quite a match. Have you told her how you feel?

Samuel blushes

Samuel: y-yeah not yet but im still a little nervous of approaching her though especially if im going as myself showing off my heterochromia eyes and black hair

Simon ruffles Sammy's hair, sensing his nervousness. Simon watches his brother blush and grins, amused by his nervousness. He pats Samuel's head softly.

Simon: Hey, don't be nervous. and don't worry showing off your own style, I understand why you would be, but trust me, she'll like you for who you are. Your heterochromia and black hair are what make you unique and interesting and that's part of what makes you special. you know, sometimes quirks like that can make you even more captivating, don't you think? I'm sure she'll appreciate the uniqueness of you.". And if she doesn't see that, then it's her loss, not yours. You don't want to be with someone who'd judge you for that, right ?

Samuel blushes even more as Simon ruffles his hair. He listens to his brother's words, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort.

Samuel: Yeah...I suppose not...i guess you're right. It's just hard not to be self-conscious sometimes.

He rubs the back of his neck, still feeling a bit shy about his crush.Samuel nods, taking in Simon's words. He seems comforted by his older brother's reassurance.

Samuel: Yeah, I guess you're right, Si. It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just scared she won't see me for me, you know? Like she'll just see a freak or something.

Simon squeezes Sammy's shoulder in reassurance offering him a reassuring smile.

Simon: You're not a freak, Sammy. Not in the slightest. You're my brother, and you're unique and special just the way you are. If this girl can't see that, well, then she's not worth your time. And trust me, there's always someone who'll appreciate the real you, quirks and all.

The simple gesture of Simon's hand on his shoulder gives Samuel a sense of comfort and reassurance. He looks up at his brother, a small smile on his face. Samuel's smile brightens a little, comforted by his brother's words. He looks up at Simon, grateful for his support and understanding.

Samuel: Yeah, I know. I'm just being a little insecure, I guess. Thanks for talking some sense into me, Si." I guess I just needed a reminder that being different isn't a bad thing, and the right person will appreciate me for who I am.

Simon smiles at Samuel's words, his expression filled with affection and support. He pats his shoulder again.

Simon: Of course, Sammy. That's what I'm here for. I know it can be tough to shake off those insecurities sometimes. But remember, every person is unique in their own way. Your quirks make you who you are, and the right person will appreciate you for them. This girl sounds worth going for, so don't let your nerves hold you back.

Simon nods, genuinely happy he could help lift Samuel's spirits a bit. He grins and gives his little brother's shoulder a playful poke.

Simon: That's the spirit, Sammy. And remember, no matter what, I'm always here for you, alright ? so don't hesitate to come to me whenever you have any doubts or need a pep talk. Trust me, you've got a lot more going for you than you realize. You're going to get that girl, I just know it.

Samuel's face flushes bright red at Simon's words, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Samuel: Ugh! You're embarrassing me, Si!

He playfully swats at Simon's hand, but his smile betrays his true feelings. He can't help but feel touched by his brother's support and confidence in him.

Samuel: But...thanks big brother. Really. It means a lot to me. You always know what to say

Samuel's face lights up at Simon's words of encouragement. He feels a rush of confidence and appreciation for his brother.

Samuel: I feel better knowing I can count on you for support.

His heart fills with gratitude and affection. He grins back at Simon, feeling more determined than ever to go for the girl he likes. Simon smiles, patting Sammy on the head.

Simon: No problem, little brother. That's what I'm here for. And hey, who knows? This girl might just end up liking you back if you show some confidence in yourself.

Samuel looks up at Simon, a hopeful expression on his face. He seems to be contemplating his brother's words.

Samuel: You really think so, Si ? You really think there's a chance she might like me back ?

Simon's smile widens as he sees the hope in Samuel's eyes. He nods confidently.

Simon: I do, Sammy. If she appreciates music like you do, and she's as kind and good-hearted as you say, chances are she'll see you for the amazing person you are. Don't underestimate yourself. You've got charm and uniqueness going for you that she'll find endearing, I'm sure of it.

Samuel's hope visibly grows at Simon's words, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He looks up at his older brother, his expression a mix of hope and vulnerability.

Samuel: You really think I have a chance with her ?

Simon notices the hopeful look in Samuel's eyes and smiles at him reassuringly.

Simon: Of course you do, Sammy. You're smart in your own way, kind, funny, and passionate about the things you love. Any person would be special to have you as a friend or more.

Samuel's smile grows wider, his heart fluttering at Simon's words. He's visibly touched by his brother's belief in him.

Samuel: heh ! ill keep that useful advice in mind. Thanks, Si. Hearing that from you means a lot. I really hope you're right.

He takes a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination before yawning again

Samuel: You know what? I think I might just give it a shot.

Simon grins, happy to see Samuel feeling a bit more confident.

Simon: Good, that's the spirit. And hey, remember, even if this doesn't end up working out, don't beat yourself up over it, alright ? Life's full of ups and downs, and love is one of the most unpredictable things out there. There'll be plenty of other opportunities out there for you.

He playfully ruffles Sammy's hair once more. All of the sudden, Simon thinks as he raises and eyebrow in curiosity as he recalled their earlier playful rough housing match in his bedroom. He remembered Sammy mention about him being a working boy makes him stronger ^^ 😉 and how it looks like all that work really paid off for him which Simon was confused of what Sammy meant by it, so he decides to confront him about it. He looks at his brother, a playful expression on his face.

Simon: Hey, Sammy, you mentioned something a while back in my room , about you being a working boy making you stronger, and how all that work really paid off. What did you mean by that, exactly ? do you have a part time job or something ?

Samuel chuckles, realizing he may have been a little vague in his earlier comment. He nods slowly, confirming Simon's suspicions.

Samuel: Yeah, I do have a part-time job. I didn't want to brag or anything. But I've been helping out there a few times a week, just earning a little extra cash. And I've been doing small gigs here and there. Nothing too serious.

Simon's eyes widened slightly as he listened to his brother's revelation. He was surprised, but in a good way.

Simon: Wait a minute, you've been working a part-time job and doing gigs on the side, all while keeping it a secret from me? And you didn't think I'd be interested to know about all this ?

Samuel chuckled again, seeing the surprised expression on Simon's face. He shrugged sheepishly.

Samuel: Well, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, you know? I didn't want you to worry about me or anything. I just figured I could handle it myself. Besides, it's not like I was doing anything dangerous or anything like that. Just some basic odd jobs around town.

Samuel chuckled again, seeing the surprised expression on Simon's face. He shrugged sheepishly. Simon tried to sound offended at the fact that Samuel had been hiding his secret job from him, but secretly, he was proud and impressed. He crossed his arms and feigned a pout.

Simon: You really kept all this a secret from me, your own brother? I can't believe you didn't think I'd want to know about your little side hustles. I thought we were supposed to keep each other informed about our lives, and tell each other everything hm?...what made you go looking for a job anyway Sammy ?

Samuel chuckled at Simon's playful mock offense. He could see the hint of pride and pride in his brother's eyes, making him smile.

Samuel: Hey, I didn't mean to keep it a secret from you on purpose. It's just...I figured maybe it didn't matter. You were already busy with the shop and all that, and I didn't want to burden you with my own stuff.

He paused, then gave a sly smile.

Samuel: And as for why I wanted a job...well, i needed to save up some money cause of certain things I want and need to get and see if i can try especially save something to go to college to be a musician rock star 🎶 🎵 🎼 and movie actor 🎭 but dad’s wedding anniversary with our step mom is also coming up so i really want to get them a special gift

simon listens intently as Sammy explains his reasons for working. He can relate to the need to save up money for dreams and goals. A smile tugged at the corners of Simon's lips as he listened to his brother's explanation. He could see the determination and ambition in Samuel's eyes, and it warmed his heart.

Simon: I see...So you want to become a rockstar and actor, huh? Well, I must say, you certainly have the passion and energy for it. That's really admirable of you, little bro. Saving up money for your future plans is a smart thing to do, and it shows how responsible you are. And getting dad and stepmom a special gift for their anniversary is a thoughtful gesture. I’m sure they’d appreciate it a lot. I'm guessing that's why you've been working so hard at those odd jobs, then?

Samuel nods, a determined expression on his face.

Samuel: Yeah, exactly. I figured if I wanted to pursue my dreams and make those dreams come true, I had to start somewhere, right ? And since I can't just rely on my good looks and charm to get famous, what better way to start than by helping out with a few odd jobs around town, right ? I have to work hard and earn my place. That's why I've been working my butt off on those odd jobs and gigs, just trying to save up as much as possible so I can make something of myself. It's not much, but it's a start. just because I'm silly most of the time, doesn't mean i can be serious and handle a job without goofing around

Simon chuckles, impressed by his brother's determination.Simon chuckles again, enjoying Samuel's playful yet determined attitude.

Simon: You're right, Sam. Just because you're a goofball most of the time doesn't mean you can't be serious when you need to be. I admire that about you. You know when to be silly and lighthearted, but you also know when to buck down and get the job done. It's a great quality to have, and I'm glad you're not just all jokes and no substance. But don't forget to have some fun once in a while, okay?

Simon chuckles, knowing full well how playful and carefree Sammy can be, but also how much he is capable of being responsible.

Simon: I know You might act like a clown sometimes, but deep down, you're surprisingly wise. Just don't forget your silly side, though. It's what makes you you, after all. Even though you're usually a big ball of fun and silliness, but you're also incredibly capable and responsible when needed. You've got a great mix of traits there, little brother. And don't forget, you can still have plenty of fun with music and acting. It doesn't have to be all hard work and no play. Just make sure you find a good balance between the two, alright? And if you ever need any advice or an ear to listen, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

Simon crossing his arms and giving Samuel a knowing look still holding the book in his hand

Simon: So, you've been working hard and saving up money for this rockstar and actor career of yours, huh? And let me guess, you've also been using your charm and looks to get people to help you, right? Don't tell me you've been using those big, innocent eyes to make people give you extra money or something.

Samuel chuckles, knowing that Simon can see right through him. He grins sheepishly, looking slightly guilty for being caught.

Samuel: Alright, you got me. I might have used my good looks and charm to my advantage a few times. But can you blame me? People seem to be a bit more generous when you give them those big, innocent puppy eyes and act all cute.

Simon rolls his eyes, but his expression is amused.

Simon: I knew it! You're such a charmer, I swear. Using those big, innocent puppy eyes to get people to sympathize and give you extra money. I knew those looks would be useful for more than just trying to get your way

Simon laughs a bit before shaking his head before asking him what kind of job does he work as he likes to visit him sometimes

Samuel: oh i work at the bakery and let me tell you those bags of sugar and flour are super heavy but at least it gave me some bit of strength

flexes his arm a bit . Simon grins at Sammy's comment, and is impressed by his arm-flexing.

Simon: Haha, you're working at the bakery, huh? I should have figured. And lifting those heavy bags of sugar and flour definitely explains your increased strength

he jokingly taps Samuel's flexed arm in approval.

Simon: Carrying those heavy bags of sugar and flour every day is no easy task. It's tough work, but you're handling it like a champ.

Samuel grins, feeling proud of his work at the bakery.

Samuel: Yeah, it's been a challenge, for sure. But I'm learning a lot and I'm definitely building up my strength. And the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries makes it all worth it!

Simon chuckles at his brother's comment, knowing that the sweet smell of the bakery would be a huge motivator for Samuel. Sam continues to grin as he leans closer his brother as he goes near his ear

Samuel: and the best part is i get to try the desserts on my break ! So awesome !!

Simon laughs a bit, imagining Samuel devouring sweets on his breaks from work.

Simon: Hehe, of course the best part for you is the desserts. I don't think I've ever known anyone who loves sweets as much as you do, Sam .

Simon grins, his sweet tooth showing.

Simon: Ah, now I see how it is . So you get to not only have a job, but you also get to have free desserts on your breaks. Now I'm really jealous. I should start visiting the bakery more often.

Simon laughs again, imagining visiting his brother at the bakery and stealing some treats from him.

Simon: I'm definitely going to be stopping by more often now, that's for sure. Can't have you hogging all those delicious sweets to yourself! Maybe I'll even ask the baker if they have any extra treats they could give me, just for being the brother of their best worker.

Samuel grins, knowing he has Simon's attention now.

Samuel: " it will be fun ^^ and Well, if you do come to visit, I'll make sure to save some of the best sweets for you. Can't have my big brother feeling left out now, can I? But just a fair warning, I might not be willing to share all of them.

Simon smirks, appreciating the offer as Sammy mentions about giving him a family discount

Simon : A family discount ? Really? And here I was, thinking I'd have to pay full price. Well, now you're talking! I might have to take you up on that offer, little bro. Free or discounted treats ? I can definitely get behind That. But don't worry, I'll still buy a few things to support the bakery, and of course, to keep your boss from getting suspicious. We can't have them finding out you're giving out family discounts to your brother now, can we ?

Samuel nods, knowing the importance of keeping things discreet.

Samuel: Yeah, I don't think my boss would be too happy if they found out I'm giving out family discounts like candy. But hey, for you? I'll make sure to keep things on the down-low. Just don't go blabbing to everyone in town that you're getting special treatment, alright? I value my job, but I value our brotherhood more. I don't want other people trying to get free or discounted treats. This family discount is just between us

Simon raises his eyebrows, pretending to consider it.

Simon: Hmm, well now you've got me wondering who else you might have been giving your little family discount to. Have you been passing out discounts like candy to everyone in town, or is this treatment only reserved for your dear big brother ?

He winks teasingly to indicate his playful nature. Samuel laughs, knowing Simon is just teasing him.

Samuel: Hehe, don't worry, big brother. You know I would never give out family discounts to just anyone in town. You're my favorite twin after all. That special privilege belongs exclusively to you. But just because I like you so much, I'll let you come by the bakery and have all the free pastries and sweets you want. After all, you're my big brother, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on all these delicious treats, right ? The bakery's best worker giving discounts to his twin is one thing, but letting everyone in town get special treatment would be a whole different story. This family discount is definitely just for you, got it? No one else gets to know !

Samuel grins, clearly enjoying this little secret between them. Simon laughs

Simon: you sure know how to spoil your big brother, don't you Sammy ?

Samuel grins, happy to have made his big brother happy.

Samuel: of course! Who better to spoil than my favorite big brother? I know you've got a sweet tooth almost as big as mine, and I can't let you suffer without your daily sugar intake. Plus, getting you addicted to sweetness and treats means you'll keep coming back to me more often, right ?and besides you spoil me too so i guess we're both even

Simon laughs, knowing full well that he does tend to dote on Sammy at times.

Simon: Yeah, I guess you're right about that. I can't help it, though. You're my little brother, and I guess I have been sort of spoiling you too. It's kind of my job as the older sibling, you know ?

Samuel grins, knowing that Simon's spoiling comes from a place of love and brotherly affection. Sam chuckles as he starts to yawn again before rubbing his eyes as he snuggles on Simon's shoulder more

Samuel: i know your on a no sweet diet but i could make a vegan option where it's full with healthy ingredients but look and taste like desserts

Simon nods, appreciating the thoughtful offer.

Simon: That sounds nice, Sammy. I know I'm on a no sweet diet, but I am open to trying more healthy options. And making desserts that taste and look like the real thing but with healthy ingredients – that's impressive.

Simon thinks to himself and mentions in his head how he is surrounded by people truly part of a family unlike him since he was raised by his uncle who is also his adoptive “dad” yuily petrikov. He then ponders his own past in his head, thinking about the contrast difference between Sammy's life the family he has now and his life the one he was brought up and raised in. Simon starts to feel a little jealous of samuel and wished he had his kind of life. Simon continues to think about Samuel's life in comparison to his own. He's happy for his younger brother, but can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Maybe it's just the nostalgia talking, or maybe it's something else. Whatever it is, Simon can't help but feel a bit envious of the life that Sammy has. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that he shouldn't compare himself to his brother, but the feeling lingers in the back of his mind. As Simon continues to read his book, he can't help but whisper his thoughts aloud - almost as if he's speaking to himself. His voice is a mix of frustration and longing, as he reflects on the differences between his own upbringing and the relatively normal one that Samuel had. He mumbles quietly, his words tinged with bitterness.

Simon: must be nice to have a family that genuinely cares about you, treats you like an actual person, instead of just a owned object…

Simon is snapped out of his envious thoughts as his eyes widens in shock and he looks down at Sammy, who is starting to doze off on his shoulder. The sight of his brother's peaceful expression brings a soft smile to Simon's face, and he reaches out to gently ruffle his hair. he can't help but chuckle softly while simon mentally scolds himself for his envious thoughts, reminding himself that he has no reason to be jealous of sammy. But the thoughts linger in his mind, a stark reminder of the different upbringings they had. noticing that his adorable little twin brother is about to go fast asleep on his shoulders. In the back of his mind, He knows that he shouldn't compare his own life to Samuel's. After all, he does have a loving family and a supportive brother in Sammy. Simon's thoughts swirl in his head as he continues to gaze at his adorable twin little brother, who is now fast asleep on his shoulders. Despite his earlier envious thoughts, Simon can't help but smile at the sight of his little brother. As Simon looks down at his adorable twin, The sight of his brother dozing off and fully asleep on his shoulder is just too cute. He shakes his head, a small smile still lingering on his face as he tries to refocus his attention on the book he's reading.Simon thinks to himself, his eyes flicking between the pages and his brother's peaceful expression.

Simon ( in his head): What am I saying...I'm not alone. I do have a family. I have Sammy by my side. That's what matters most."

Request completed!

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

.

[joshuamj]

Linktober Day 8. Tunic

[sunstonespark]

happy 25th birthday to my favourite show ever (ft. the anniversary of my otp meeting) and of course, to my darling gf (@ichijokaoru)!! ❤ 👍

(bonus below)

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love, how are you?

I have a little request for the Arranged marriage Au. What if insted of getting a job, Thena goes to some classes, like fashion dessing or something with art. Maybe something she did not have the resources for before. And i also think she would be very good for something creative/artistic and Gil would be her biggest fan and love everithing she does.

As always thank you for your works 🩷🤍

"Need some help?"

Thena looked away from the map of the sprawling campus. Of course even the smallest university had a complex system of halls, whether just to host basic open classes or not.

"Are you enrolling this year?"

Heavens no, and it was entirely because of teenagers and twenty-somethings - like him - that she wasn't. "No, I'm looking for the open classes that are being held-"

"Oh yes, the community workshops!" the young man beamed with excitement. He was still hovering a little close for her taste, though. "Wonderful idea, if I do say so myself."

"Were they your idea?" she droned, uninterested in speaking with anyone except the actual workshop instructors. She looked behind her.

Gil was parking the car.

He had insisted on driving her to and from, which she had tried to decline. He usually would just send her with a personal driver, perhaps a bodyguard or two. But Gil insisted he do it himself.

He wanted her to have the normal life experience, he said. If she wanted to take a sewing or a drawing class, then he wanted to take her, as a dutiful husband should. She wasn't sure if that was necessary, but she knew it was sweetly intended.

"I'm a graduate, but I still lead the odd lab here and there," the ball of hair continued to try and charm her. He was making it clear he wasn't a student, maybe in hopes of enticing her.

"Congratulations," she grumbled. She still couldn't find what building her basic seamstress lessons would be in, but asking this peacock was simply not an option. Maybe Gil would know. She looked behind her again.

"Waiting for someone?" he asked, even more brazenly, leaning against the map signage. "Partner? Boyfriend--girlfriend?"

She glared at him. She didn't know what had made her seem so approachable to this boy and his hair but she would have to figure it out and dispose of it immediately. "Husband."

"Ah!" his eyes lit up, but she got the distinct impression that it was only because it made her more of a challenge in his eyes. "Married young?--school sweethearts or childhood chums?"

That wasn't any of his goddamn business, now was it? Thena gripped the strap of the bag extending from her far shoulder over to her other hip. "He's...older."

And he was going to cause quite a scene if he arrived to her being harassed.

"Hm," the Little Prince shifted against the sign, sprawling out against the post. He was quite tall, she had to concede, although with Gil in her mind he seemed lanky and stretched out in comparison. "Ever had a craving for something...younger?"

She stepped away from the map. Perhaps it would be better just to wander around until she found where she was looking for, even if it made her late. She could excuse herself upon the mistake, surely.

The last time she took a class of any kind was for basic administrative training, and that was really more about keeping a closer eye on her father than for her own betterment. She had never thought of expanding her own horizons--no time for such things.

"Are you sure you're married?"

She took the bait (unfortunately), spinning around to glare at him. Something about his tone had annoyed her so sharply it was as if he'd poked his finger right into a soft spot. "What?"

He shrugged at her once he had her attention, though. It was like a tactic a little boy would use, annoying her for her attention whether it was positive or negative. He ran his fingers through his hair (he was probably quite popular with the young pups around here). "You've no ring, you're here on your own. I'm starting to think you're just trying to get rid of me."

She didn't have a wedding ring, that was true. Well, they didn't exactly have a wedding, in a sense. She had a piece of paper with their names on it. "Not everyone sees the need for such things."

"I would think a flower like you deserves to be gilded with the finest of treasures," he schmoozed.

"I am not a flower," she turned away from him again, determined to wait for Gil to join her. How far away had he parked the car?!

"No, you are a masterpiece."

Thena bristled. He sounded closer to her, no matter how much she refused to look and verify. "Is telling you I'm not interested not enough?"

"Would your husband let it deter him?"

He had some gall comparing himself to Gil. Gil was many things, and being a law-abiding citizen was not one of them. But she would take his ridiculous penchant for spoiling her any day, only because he was so genuinely kind at heart. And he didn't lean himself into her personal space liberally.

"Maybe he's more boyfriend material," the hairball chuckled at the thought.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?"

Thena brightened as Gil finally strode over. He had his hands in his pockets, but she knew they were balled up into fists. He looked good in the casual clothes she had picked out for him.

In her own words, he couldn't be wearing suits all day, everyday, everywhere; he looked like a mob boss.

"Darling," she smiled at him, and it wouldn't have taken someone who lived with her to see how strained it was.

"Hm," Gil puffed through tight lips. He came right over, extracting his hand to pull her closer to him by the waist. "Who's this?"

"Just offering to show her around," the young upstart spoke for himself, determined not to back down from Gil's intimidation. "I'm Eros."

"Gilgamesh." Thena watched on, some of her annoyance giving way to amusement as the two shook hands. Gil made it clear that he was going to crush this kid into dust if need be. "I'm her husband."

"Ah," Eros made a civil smile, trying not to seem like he was massaging his sore hand. "She mentioned she was married; I admit, I looked for a ring."

"I'm having them polished," Gil was quick to answer. He looked at her with that glint in his eye--the dangerous one. "Our anniversary is coming up."

She shook her head at him microscopically. What a liar he was.

"Shall we?" Gil released her waist only to offer his arm more formally. "Don't wanna be late, hon."

"Of course," she took Gil's elbow, which still required both hands to get around. She nudged him, swerving them away from her new acquaintance.

"I'll be seeing you, lovely!"

"Does he not know how to take a hint?" Gil snarled openly, looking over their shoulders to glare at him and everything.

"Obviously not," Thena tugged at his jacket to turn him around again. This was a good choice; the fabric was heavy but not stiff and the rich black brought out the shades of brown in his eyes and even his hair in the right light.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled at him. He had on his puppy dog eyes, regretting having to leave her side for any reason. "Gil-"

"I should have known you'd draw attention," he lamented, his eyes drifting over her face, making a visible stop at her lips before drifting down her neck and her long hair drifting over her shoulder.

Thena let him lift her bag to pull it out from under the strap for her.

"I was looking at the layout of the school. I never imagined it was quite so vast."

"We're looking for the east hall, named after some old dude named Arishem," Gil snorted. But of course he had memorized the locations of each of her classes.

"I knew you would know."

Gil peeked at her, although she made an effort not to look at him. Sometimes when she did she would feel a little...funny--a little twisting sensation in her naval. It was as uncomfortable as it was intriguing. "You ready?"

She sighed faintly. In truth, she didn't know. But if she didn't do something, Gil would either buy her a business to run or a university to attend, neither of which were appealing. This was simple enough, to learn some basic skills, explore some interests.

He nudged her with his elbow, trying to pull her out of any negatively tinged thoughts. "You'll be designing my suits in no time."

She laughed, nudging him in return. "I will not. I might be able to repair a rip and tear on occasion, at best."

"Well, picking out my clothes is good practice, right?"

She smiled at him again. She was rather proud of her selections for him, actually. He obviously knew it, too, letting her tug at the collar of his jacket. "I won't deny that."

He pouted at her. "Guess I don't look good enough to keep the wolves away from you, though."

She shook her head at him. "I'm sure you scared him well, enough."

"Apparently I have to get you a big, fat diamond for that."

"Gil," she chided him immediately. "Don't--you know very well that I'm not going to wear some behemoth on my finger anyway, so don't bother."

"Fine," he sighed, as if she were telling him to take out the garbage, rather than advising against an engagement ring worth thousands of pounds. "Just a plain wedding ring, got it."

"Gil-"

"We're here!"

She eyed him; she wasn't going to forget this. But he opened the door for her, ushering her inside. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Don't wanna be late," he grinned at her, taking her hand and walking just faster than her by enough to make her have to trot to keep up.

"You've dropped me off, you can go," she urged, before he could introduce himself and make a big show of being her husband to anyone else.

If he wanted her to live a normal, inconspicuous life then he had to stop drawing attention to them.

"What, you don't wanna show off your husband to the other ladies?" he grinned.

"It may not just be ladies," she corrected him, although that apparently was an entirely different trap laid by him.

"Then I've really gotta make sure I walk you to the door."

"Gil," she rolled her eyes at him. But he gave her hand a squeeze.

"Don't be nervous."

He knew her too well. She looked at the walls, with the occasional bulletin board or display of the school's accolades. "I'm not."

"You're terrible at lying, sweetheart," he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You're gonna do great."

She refused to admit that she liked his little affection. Her hand patted his chest. "I'll text you when I'm done."

"Sure thing." He liked living the casual life, she could tell. He liked not having to be 'Boss' or appear cold and dangerous. "Hey."

Thena's eyes went wide, and then closed completely as he pulled her into a real kiss--a much deeper one. Her hand slid up his chest. It gripped his collar at first, but then the kiss made all thoughts leave her mind. Her tongue mingled with his and a sound escaped her that she would not be acknowledging.

Gil pulled away, giving her such a devillish grin that he was looking more like his mob boss self. "Have fun, sweetie."

She huffed, releasing him with a bit of a push. Her face was flushed hot, but she glared at him. "Inconspicuous my ass."

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[fleouriarts]

feeling bad about my art lately. will probably not post for a while. but i wanted to at least dump some stuff here before i retreat into my hidey hole

[deep-sea-anemone]

I am completely normal about the Yohaji anime release

[hiis-theme]

somewhere out there is an alternate timeline where toby was correct and people actually did hate spamton. could you imagine that. i have to imagine we wouldn't have gotten the spamton sweepstakes in that case which is crazy to think about given how much lore that gave us-

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[chiropteracupola]

The love of the Wanderer is to wanderers.