#now we all know how i feel about sharing ideas that i plan to doodle at some point.... it feels illegal to me. spoilers...

[todayisafridaynight]

and if i think of jo being really good at extremely niche things for masato's sake who's going to stop me

[flwrstqr]

𖠵 ⌇MY LOVE GUIDE FOR A NERD — TEASER

SYNOPSIS: as the stubborn older sister of the one and only kang sooha, the school's perfect golden girl, your life was a constant shadow compared to her shining light. one day, you find a heartfelt letter in your locker, only to realize it's from heeseung, the school's notorious nerd or loser, and it's meant for sooha. a brilliant idea strikes—you'll offer heeseung a deal: test answers and homework help in exchange for your guidance to win over soohab But as you dive deeper into the plan, you start to see heeseung in a new light, and your heart begins to betray you. who knew if heeseung felt the same?

featuring loser!heeseung x fem!reader (feat cho miyeon from gidle, choi yeonjun from txt)

genre high school au, romance, one sided enemies to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, long fic, fluff, angst, oblivious x oblivious, tutor au ish

word count teaser is 500, (fic est about 9k-10k wc)

warnings sooha dating your ex, yn being compared to sooha, yn kind of using heesseung in the beginning, profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), small grammar errors (sorry), sooha using heeseung later on, yn being a bit stubborn in the beginning

disclaimer i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date by the last week of jul hopefully

taglist open! send an ask or comment to be added @seuliecore @isa942572 @txtlyn @immelissaaa @isabellah29 @korok127-not-nct127 @heeheeyeoiizz01 @heelee-01

danielle note so i kind of like had this idea for a few months for now. lowkey i fell in love with the plot while thinking of this so i thought it was a must to write this. so here i am >o<

YOU GO TO YOUR LOCKER AND NOTICE A LETTER, its envelope adorned with colorful stickers and cute doodles. The sight alone makes you curious. With a quick glance around to make sure no one is watching, you rip open the envelope and unfold the letter inside.

The paper is thick and slightly scented, and the handwriting is neat and careful, clearly written with a lot of thought and effort. As you begin to read, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"Dear Sooha,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve admired you from afar for so long, and I can’t keep my feelings to myself any longer. Your kindness, intelligence, and beauty have captivated me, and I find myself thinking about you constantly. I know this might come as a surprise since we don’t interact much, but I see you every day, and each moment I do, I’m struck by how incredible you are.

Your smile lights up the room, and your laughter is like music to my ears. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be the reason behind that smile, to share in your joy and be a part of your life. You are not only beautiful but also kind-hearted and intelligent. The way you treat everyone with such warmth and respect makes you stand out even more.

I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, but I never had the courage. I’m not the most outgoing person, and I often find myself lost in the background. But every time I see you, I feel a little braver, a little more hopeful. I’ve decided it’s time to take a chance, to step out of the shadows and let you know how I feel.

Thank you for taking the time to read this letter. No matter what your response is, I’m glad I finally mustered up the courage to express my feelings. You deserve to know how truly special you are.

Sincerely, Lee Heeseung"

Your jaw drops. Lee Heeseung, the school’s infamous nerd, likes you? The very thought is almost laughable. But then you notice the name again: Sooha. You roll your eyes as realization hits. This love letter wasn’t meant for you at all; it was intended for your younger sister, Sooha, the popular golden child of the school.

You glance across the room and spot Heeseung just as he walks into the classroom. He’s the epitome of a nerd, with his oversized glasses slipping down his nose, a mountain of books clutched in his arms, and an awkward shuffle in his step. He pauses to push his glasses up, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart nervously around the room

And then, an idea strikes you. A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you tuck the letter back into its envelope.

Your eyes follow Heeseung as he makes his way to his seat, and you feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. This could be interesting.

📌 :: PERM TL @stariekis @nishimuraazr1zzkiii @suhiiiiiii @ashtxrie @copyhanni @jwsdoll @yejisuu @caeqey @onlyjjong @sunrenity @river-demon-slayer @dimplewonie  @hrts4hees @teddywonss @floweryang @sumzysworld @sngleehee @ohmydollie @chaewonshoney @luvj4key @dioll @jlheon  @junislqve @rikiscarf @sainns @luvlyhee @a-dream-bookmark

flwrstqr © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[xitsensunmoon]

Biting the Hand That Feeds au FAQ (Vampires + donor au)

Any general content warnings for bhtf au?

Yes. A normal amount of fnaf warnings, a normal amount of vampire warnings. For someone who doesn't know I elaborate... For vampire stuff, the most obvious ones are blood, hypnosis, bites, and animalistic behaviour. Less obvious - slightly suggestive themes. For fnaf - fnaf's usual violence, dark themes, a drop of gore and murders. The lore is uh. Very dark. I will try to decrease the amount of all of the cruelty but man. People who know, know how hard it will be. But I will tag everything properly so don't worry.

Is there a fic for your au?

No. And currently, I'm not even planning on writing one.

How do I find the story?

For now, we have two comics that are directly connected and one that doesn't have a specific place in the story but is about canonical lore.

[ 1 ] - [ 2 ] - [ x ]

In future, we will have more and I probably absolutely will forget to update this post so I recommend checking the tags. Here's the tag list

Tip: don't click the tag. Tumblr hides half of the results. Type it in the blog's search instead :)

Are the comics the only canonical thing about au?

No! I answer asks and draw a lot of doodles with bhtf au all the time and 90% of them are canon. You can, yet again, find everything in the tag list linked in the previous question.

Can I draw/write fan stuff for your au?

Yes, please!! I'm always happy to see fanart and fan writings and literally everything that you do! Just tag me when you post and use a fanart or fanwriting tag for au specifically so I don't miss it!

Can you include my characters in your story?

No, unfortunately, I cannot. The story is already written and I don't have any "space" for background characters either. Maybe it will change but currently, things are like this.

I asked a question with an interaction with my characters and I never got an answer, why?

I don't accept such requests. I'm not ready to spend my time drawing other people's characters for free(if I personally don't want to, of course)

Is there any limit to how many questions I can ask?

No, not at all! You can ask all you want just please make sure your question wasn't answered before. There is a big possibility I will just simply delete it if it was answered beforehand many times. Check the ask tag for it.

What about limitations? Any boundaries?

Please no questions about tickling🧍‍♀️ I got so many of those it already makes me uncomfortable. And for some reason, a lot of people send asks that include violence towards my characters and while I don't really feel uncomfortable with this I just idk what to answer and why are you even doing this lmao

What questions I should avoid?

Well, not really avoid but I will mention it anyway.

The things I have planned to draw right now:

- Sun and Moon and y/n's first meeting

- The creation of Sun&Moon

- Why S&M are sensitive to light and darkness

- How they hunt

So no need to ask me about these. I will show it, I promise.

What about sexual themes?

I understand that I post a lot of suggestive stuff and it may appear I allow such a thing but no.

You can create content with it tho, I don't mind for the most part. Just be ready that I may not reblog it, as my Tumblr is a SFW place. It's always 50/50.

Romantic themes?

I do draw some kisses and cuddles when I feel like it and you of course can send ideas for cute interactions but in the story we're very far away from it lol.

My question gets ignored even though I followed everything that you mentioned here. Why?

Answered in main FAQ.

Can I share the ideas for your au with you?

YES!!! Yes, yes and yes! I'm very open to that, like yes! The only thing that I definitely want to mention - you should expect that I actually can take your ideas and use them. Some people are protective of their ideas so if you're like this you probably should not share them with me :)

The information that you're using for your au is wrong.

Happens sometimes yeah. I know nothing about any medical stuff for y/n so I usually improvise. After all it's an au about robotic vampires man, this information is absolutely wrong. But! You're free to drop feedback/constructive criticism in my inbox!

Will be updated later

[miscfandomwrites]

A/N: Don’t know how this college will show up on tumblr, so let’s see. This is an old, old idea that I got one day after I drew all over my arm in eyeliner when I was in class. It was actually really pretty, and thus the idea for this was born. Due to my ADHD it’s hard to focus in class, and because of that I need some sort of stimulation to make my brain think. This was written with an attention disorder in mind for the reader.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: None, just a small drabble with fluff

Words: 900ish

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“We need to move in from this direction instead and then we can carry them out.” Bucky voiced from his place against the wall. 

I didn’t bother to follow the conversation, as this was the fourth time that they’ve been over editing the plan even when the first plan was perfect. 

I inwardly groaned and leaned my head back, moving my arms and stretching. Enjoying the feel of my back popping. The debate about how we were to get in was still going, and I ended up digging through my jacket pockets. Damn, I had a fidget in here this morning…

Still tuning everyone out, I found an eyeliner pen. Wait, wasn’t I looking for that yesterday?

You have got to be kidding me. I was. My habit, or rather, unconscious habit of losing things wasn’t fun. I misplaced things often enough to where I kept trackers on several items I used daily. Everyone idolizes having an attention disorder until you realize just how fucking shitty it is.

Seriously, I can’t get through the day without misplacing something. Or caffeine. Both. 

I ran a hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ears as I pulled the cap off the pen. It was one of the oil-based ones, which meant it was easy to clean off of skin. Laying my hand on the table I started sketching some bones on my fingers, then moved to my hand. Keeping tabs on the conversation, I finished my hand and moved to my arm. Instead of bones I just drew swirls, some small stars, and honestly whatever came to mind. I did the same with my other hand, albeit a bit messier because it wasn’t my dominant hand that was doing the drawing.

“We’re done with this for now. Let’s go over this tomorrow.” Steve said as he clapped his hands together, and shut off the screen. I glanced up only to meet Natasha’s eyes. As soon as she caught my gaze she smiled. I smiled back at her.

Everyone in the tower knew I had an attention disorder, and if just given my fidgets I would be fine. It turns out both of the scientists and I share that in common, and more often than not we were inventing some sort of new fidget toy. Of course, after the lighter-knife-spinner combination, we were a bit limited on our creations. Still, we got along great.

Everyone slowly got up and headed out to wherever they would be going, and I pulled out my phone and earbuds. Donning my jacket and tugging my phone in a pocket, I started my music and headed out, headless of Natasha calling after me.

I got to my floor and immediately shoved my shoes and socks off, along with my jacket and pants. I was bored enough that the thought of doodling over my legs sounded entertaining enough that I discarded my pants as well, kicking them over the back of the couch and flopping down onto it. I grabbed the remote and started from where I left off of (Favorite show) and went back to work. Eventually my feet were covered, and I moved up to my calves, then my knees, and soon enough my entire legs were covered. I drew up my arms as best I could, and fixed my hands. 

“So, this was the result?” Natasha’s voice scared the shit out of me, causing a huge streak of eyeliner to mess up my doodles on my arms. I turned towards her, mouth open in shock. She huffed a laugh and went around the couch, sitting down next to me.

She held out her hand. “May I?” She asked. I handed her the pencil and she gently took my arm, and continued my drawing up my arm and onto my shoulder, before lightly drawing them on my neck, and eventually my cheek. 

“These are really pretty...have you considered getting these tattooed?” She asked me as she switched sides and started working on my other arm. 

“I have, but I also realized that I’d want them different as soon as I saw them.” I replied. 

“That makes sense. You typically don’t like things to be permanent, they always need to be changing.” 

“Yeah, some permanent things. Such as tattoos, furniture, clothes. I change those often. But people however...they’re always changing.” 

“Ah, so in relationships you wouldn’t be deterred if someone wanted something permanent with you?” She questioned, tracing the pencil up my neck and onto my cheek, leaning closer to me. 

“No, I wouldn’t. I prefer that type of stability in my life.” I whispered as she leaned closer to me. 

“Do you want something permanent?��� 

“I do.” I leaned closer and closed the gap between us.

[winterfireice]

Chapter 4!!

Now there are only two chapters left before this story is over, I hope you're enjoying it so far.

Tag list: @amandayetagain @doodle-do-wop @tiana4evahh

Rest of the chapter is under the cut

“I am not that clumsy!” Sophie basically shouts out of annoyance,

“We once watched you almost trip on your cape and as you were falling you tripped again on the air around you,” Biana responds, “I didn't even know that was possible before I met you,”

“Ok that did happen, but I hadn't slept in days, so it wasn't my fault,” Sophie tries to defend herself,

Stina makes a face, “You hardly ever sleep, that's not a valid argument,”

“Or does that mean I’m always tired, so I always have an excuse? Maybe the trauma is finally helpful for once,”

“No, you’ve gotten pretty good at being functional without sleep, plus I’ve seen you right after a good night’s sleep and you still trip,” Dex says not helping at all,

This specific post-Team Valiant meeting was not going according to Sophie’s plan at all, they had all ganged up on her as they were walking out to the Council Hall, and she tripped on a rock. They had carried on even after they had gotten settled in their “Fancy Hangout House” as Keefe had dubbed it.

Just thinking about her boyfriend summoned him apparently because all of a sudden, he was knocking at the door,

“Ooo Sophie your boyfriend is here,” Biana taunted, she had always been their biggest fan and the most annoying person regarding their relationship,

With the loving taunting as background noise, Sophie opens the door welcoming Keefe into the room pulling him over to one of the couches without saying anything,

“The Lady Foss-Boss is really coming out in you right now,” Keefe says as he lets himself be pulled around like a rag doll,

“You don't have a single thought going on behind your eyes when they're on Sophie do you?” Stina asks watching Keefe,

“Nope,” Keefe responds confidently,

“At least you’re self-aware,” she mutters,

Sophie and Keefe share a look holding back laughter,

“Well definitely one of us is self-aware,” Keefe says slyly,

“You’re talking about how it took me forever to realize I had a crush on you, right?” Sophie nudges him,

“Oh of course,” Keefe smiles, “Who else would I be talking about?”

“I am going to kill you” Sophie transmits with a smile on her face,

“I would die a happy man,” Keefe responds,

Wylie coughs as Biana rolls her eyes,

“We may not be able to hear you, but we can see you two obviously flirting in your heads,” Biana says,

“You have no idea what goes on in our heads, we are very complex individuals,” Keefe nods,

“This reminds me that Sophie is part horse,” Stina adds,

“How! How did that remind you of that?” Sophie exclaims,

“It’s my favorite fact about you, it always makes me laugh. It's the reason I’m able to be around you,”

“I have so much blackmail that I could use right now, you’re lucky I’m a good person,” Sophie snarks

Stina looks horrified, she opens and closes her mouth at least twice before giving up on speaking all together,

Biana just stares in wonder at the rare sight of Stina’s silence, “What do you have on her?” she asks, “I have never seen her this silent before,”

“Oh shut up,”

“There’s the Stina we all know and love,” Dex says, eyes widening and avoiding Stina’s entire body. Stina’s cheeks start to blush and one of her hands starts tapping against the side of the chair,

Sophie feels Keefe’s hand bumping against her side and takes that as a hint to enter his mind, “I think I can feel their hearts about to beat out of their chests,” he transmits,

“They are hopeless,” Sophie responds, “And adorable, I’m rooting for them,”

“You’re not the only one, we should make posters,”

“That say what? ‘Stinex’s number one fans?” she asks,

“Yes, exactly that, it's almost like you can read my mind,” Keefe jokes,

Sophie smiles, “Almost like I’m reading it right now,”

“At this point, I’m just going to stop asking because you all confuse me,” Biana says annoyed, looking around the room. Stina and Dex are still avoiding looking at each other while Sophie and Keefe are cuddled on the couch,

“Sorry,” Sophie tells her sparkly best friend,

“I’m only partly sorry,” Keefe says in return, “I’m quite bad at owning up to my actions, but I will repay you in quick-witted comments in the future,”

“It’s days like these where I wonder why I’m friends with you guys,” Biana says smiling,

~~~

“When did you know you liked Keefe?” Stina asks after taking a sip out of her juice. She had called Sophie a couple of days ago asking to get lunch and be able to talk a little bit without being observed by all their friends.

So now they were in Atlantis trying to find a restaurant they could both agree on, which meant they were mostly walking around the underwater city and vetoing each other’s ideas,

“I guess I didn't fully know until right before we kissed” Sophie admitted, “That doesn't mean that’s how everyone feels at the beginning of their relationships though, I was in denial for a long time, but Keefe knew how he felt for years before we ever got together,”

Stina looks surprisingly vulnerable, “But what made you confident enough to tell him?”

“It just got to the point where I couldn’t take having him not know how I was feeling or what I was thinking anymore,” Sophie says, “I had overthought every possible thing up until that moment where his lips were on mine. But I had the extra add-on of my crush running away from everyone and everything he knew before I confessed,”

“Only half of your response was helpful,” Stina sighs, “and even when you’re being helpful it feels weird. You basically just said that the only reason you’re dating Keefe is because you annoyed yourself into telling him you were in love with him,”

“Who said anything about love?” Sophie smiles, “I think you Stina Heks are starting to become a romantic,”

Stina starts to look horrified which Sophie is starting to get used to, “There is absolutely no possibility that I ever become, that word,”

“Wow, you can’t even say it! I think we may have another Great Oblivion on our hands,”

“Stop enjoying this so much!”

Sophie is in the middle of laughing when she spots two teenage boys walking closer and closer, “Oh I don’t think that will be happening any time soon. Look over there,”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Stina says under her breath after she sees their friends notice them,

“Oh, hey girls, fancy meeting you two here,” Keefe says genuinely surprised,

“Did either of you have something to do with this?” Stina whispers,

“No, I seriously didn't know they were going to be here,” Sophie whispers back so only Stina can hear,

Luckily Dex looks as terrified as Stina does so there is a very small chance of him noticing this very obvious conversation, “What are you guys doing here? Not that you can’t be here! You are your own people that deserve to be anywhere whenever they want to be,” He spurts out anxiously,

“Smooth dude,” Keefe comments,

“We were trying to find somewhere to eat, do you guys want to join us?” Sophie asks as she ignores Stina’s glare,

“I think we’re go-” Dex starts as Keefe interrupts him, “That sounds amazing,”

“Perfect where should we go?” Sophie asks before Stina or Dex can come up with an excuse to leave, “Stina is picky so it's taken us forever to find a place,”

“What about that sandwich shop that I took you to last month? Plus, it's super customizable so Stina will have to find something edible there,” Keefe walks around Dex’s frozen body to Sophie so he can take her hand in hers,

“I think that is a great idea, Stina, Dex? How do you guys feel?” Sophie says as she leans into her boyfriend,

“Fine,” Stina grumbles as Dex seems to realize he hasn't been functioning like a normal elf and just simply nods along, Sophie smiles as she pretends the others are genuinely excited about the next few hours of their lives, “Yay, this will be great!”

~~~

“Ok, this place is pretty good,” Dex mumbles as he continues to inhale half of his sandwich,

“I told you I have the best date spots,” Keefe exclaims after stealing another slice of something that looks like a pink yam but tastes like French fries off of Sophie’s plate,

The tips of Dex’s ears turn bright red at the comment and Sophie can guess how that topic came up before they ran into Stina and herself,

“I still refuse to believe that Keefe is actually good at being a boyfriend,” Stina complains even though her plate is near-empty,

“As someone with first-hand experience,” Sophie starts, “I can definitely disagree with you,”

“Foster, are you complimenting me?” Keefe asks with sarcastic surprise, his hand coming up to clutch fake pearls,

“Yes love, I am. You would think after three years you would have gotten used to it,”

“Nope, maybe keep trying,” he smiles,

“I can’t figure out if I find this adorable or nauseating,” Dex says putting down his food for the first time,

Stina looks equally disgusted but not any more than normal, “I’m going with the second option,”

“You two don’t get to have an opinion about this,” Sophie almost laughs, “They are borderline hypocrites,” she transmits to Keefe,

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” Keefe says out loud causing both Dex and Stina to look at him confused,

“I think you forgot to clue us into part of this conversation,” Stina tells him,

“Forget that part, it doesn't matter right now,” Sophie waves her hand in the air as if pushing the conversation away,

Dex ignores the handshaking, “I thought you were trying to keep fewer secrets between us?”

“I’ll stop when you guys stop,” Sophie says, enjoying her friend's embarrassment, “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Stina manages to squeak out,

Sophie and Keefe only look at each other in response trying not to laugh at their friends.

“You guys are hilarious, one day we’re going to look back on this and laugh about it with Sophie and me,” Keefe chuckles,

“I hate you,” Stina grumbles, and Sophie is sure she can hear Dex whisper his agreement,

[sol-lar-bink]

Boi howdy am i cooking like... one big ass pic.

Finally drawing all my pokemon villains/ antagonists in one pic. Therea a lot of em hehe.

I have the whooooole sketch done, but immm debating on sharing the whole thing, or snippets if it to slowly introduce the characters.

I have no clue how long it'll take... I don't plan to shade it too much.

Normally I'm worried that I will never finish it, but it'd be really cool to have all those stories in my head be somewhat represented, all in one piece.

I wish I was more confident in sharing my silly ideas and putting myself out there.

I've also got some sonic doodles i wanna try n finish soon. Generations and the movie are really getting me hyped.

I got... some kirby ideas but i feel like my focus has been shifting lately. And to think I was gonna try and be a Taranza & Sectonia artist... i just can't stick to something for long. That or i NEED something- or someone to keep me sticking to it.

I legit only talk to like... 2 people about kirby stuff? But its not regularly cos guess what!!! We all like pokemon too!!!! And probably more, in fact.

The Hollow Knight phase died as fast as it usually does lmao. Didn't finish that one pic.

I know the Sonic mood wont last long either.

I apologise for this ranble. Its 2am, im in bed ready to sleep, instead typing this all out.

I've been thinking about going back to college honestly. Try to get a better job with it. Or open commissions and drop my shorter days at work. Tbh i wanna leave my job more and more as time goes on. Need something more sustainable.

Is youtube and making games profitable? Heh, probably not... its a dream to have a self-employed job like that.

Ok it's late enough now. Ty reading this far if you did. You da best.

[artfoold00k]

Hey Dook, I really hope the upcoming year brings you nothing but good vibes and a perfect harmony in your awesome art! Your new pieces always make my day, seriously. You're such an inspiration, so dang talented.

Quick question for you: I often find myself stuck when I try to draw in my free time. How do you always come up with such cool ideas? Share your secrets on finding inspiration and drawing as expressively as you do, please!

(´｡• ω •｡`) Ah, you're so kind. Thank you for the good wishes. I wish you an awesome upcoming year as well.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

That's a good question! It's relevant for many fellow artists out there.

SUMMARY: Mix: your passion, your favs, a theme, portfolio and art goals. Power up with your references collection.

In details ⤵️

For me, stumbling onto those bright ideas that really click, started with digging into who I am and what I love.

It's mainly about recognizing the roadblocks and figuring out a fix that fits you. And it's like having a chill heart-to-heart with yourself:

you: I'm stuck. Can't figure out what to draw! mind: Okay. What is your main objective? Work or hobby? you: Feeling a bit rusty. Maybe I should start with something personal, you know, for practice. mind: Got it. First things first, let's jot down your favorite things. Got a list handy? you: Uh, not really. They're all up in my head. mind: No biggie. We can roll with that. It might spark some inspiration. But hey, to spice it up, let's create a visual board of you as an artist. Your focus, your style, your values — everything. Think of it like a moodboard. you: Sounds kinda complex. I just wanted to doodle in my downtime. mind: Trust me, this won't eat up much of your time. It's a breeze, and the result might just be the secret sauce for your future drawings. Start a bit now, pick it up later.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I, actually, aided it further.

All my ideas that wake me up or keep boiling in my head, I write into digital lists (in my case is TickTick app). Because when I see something inspiring (or someone) I can attach a link where needed, or add a custom note with markdown available.

Then I began to fill up my reference folders. I work on them from time to time with a timer (20-30 mins). In my case, when I focus on character design, I have a collection of styles I want to try (including art from my favorite games cuz sure I want to learn how pro artists do it), coloring and drawing tutorials, educational (anatomy and all that), poses/faces/expressions, fashion, etc. *can be on your device, online drive, or a platform like Pinterest. Each set is not enough on its own. To make it work - combine things. Example: pick a pose, add a face to it, choose something trendy and fashionable, add your favorite colors/items/theme, throw some VFX. Mix and mash, don't be afraid to combine incompatible.

By establishing my priorities, I made lists (yet again, my obsession) of what I want to practice and then added each category in a randomizator to pick for me 3 elements to match and challenge. Here is my approximate plan (WIP). Random color generator (one of many out there)

I trained myself not to take too broad themes and stick to what I want to have in my portfolio (what drives my future commissions) while staying versatile. Takes practice.

I hope it helps somehow. It's something that works for me these days but might change in the future.

Find your own way because no one knows you like you do, so the most comfortable way to resolve an issue is the one that's crafted by you. Believe, your mind can find shortcuts and tips for you if tasked to do so. Don't forget to research and store.

[mandowifey]

The Start of Something

Chapter 2.

Ellison Oswalt can't remember the last time he had a break this big. A cult survivor who made national news, a secluded compound quartered off from the public eye, an entire town of folks gone over night. This is the opportunity to become the best seller once more, to tell the story of a young woman who survived against the odds.

Previous Chapter

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Pairing: Ellison Oswalt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Reader is afab, and a cult survivor. Reader has trauma, suicidal ideations, depression, anxiety and PTSD. She has gone selectively mute. Mentions of infidelity, marriage trouble, unhappy relationship, guilt. Masturbation, regretful thoughts.

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The first thing Ellison did when he met you was lie. As a writer he had bent the truth numerous times for information, he typically never felt guilty for it. Sometimes the pursuit of the truth required hurt feelings.

However, the way your eyes met his when he explained how he found you made his pulse quicken. Something about that glance made him think you knew better, that you weren't so easily fooled like some. Yet you opened the door and welcomed him in. Though you hadn't spoken yet, he found it a relief. Your selective mutism had been talked about on a couple shows before. 'A response to extreme psychological trauma' they said. His heart hurt for you, to be so young and have gone through what you did, to bear those scars forever. It was something he wouldn't wish on anyone.

What happened in Chatford would haunt him until he died. The kids and Tracy had made it out though they were not unscathed. Things were tough now, he hoped that learning about you would inherently help him learn about himself. You two shared common ground after all, not everyone survived occult practices.

Walking inside, he placed the bag on the table and looked around. There wasn't much decoration or flare, you must not have lived there long. Putting his attention back on you, he smiles. "Your place is lovely." Your eyes focus on him, having kept your distance. Ellison noticed how tense you were and made an effort to move slowly and mindfully. The silence made him smile a little, a knee jerk response to feeling uncomfortable.

"I have heard about your - well, your-" he was trying to find a tactful way to phrase it. "-condition. I brought something that might help us communicate, if you're open to it of course." He watches your face for a reaction. You press your lips, then nod. You weren't certain what he meant. A lot of folks tried to find ways to have you speak, nothing worked, your voice as of now was gone and you weren't sure you would ever find it again. You were still open to the idea of trying, which was why you sat down at the table, folded your arms and waited.

Ellison opened the bag and pulled out his notepad, pen, laptop and a small white board with a red, blue and black marker. He placed each item down carefully before smiling towards you. Your eyes drift to look up at him, suddenly understanding what he wanted to try. It was simple, not incredibly innovative but that felt charming to you. You reach and take the 12 by 12 board and look it over, unable to fight the upwards tilt of your lips. Ellison picks up on your amusement and he chuckles.

"I know, I know. It's not too terribly exciting. I figure we can start simple, go at your pace. I do have questions planned, however long you're able to answer we can keep going." He opened his laptop and sat down to the right of you. Fishing out his glasses, he put them on and leaned to look at the screen. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna additionally write everything here, to make it a little faster." You nod without looking, still entranced by the simplicity of this whiteboard.

Once settled, Ellison looks over to find you playing with the markers. He could see the small doodles of hearts and shapes you tentatively placed in the top corner. He found that charming. Smiling, he nudges his glasses up his nose and reclines to get more comfortable.

"I'd like to start with you. How are you doing?"

Pulled from your trance, your eyes found his. Most people dove straight into the bad things, wanting the 'best parts' of what you went through. Ellison Oswalt was not most people. Your hand lifts the black marker and he watches as you write, then flip the board to show him.

'Alive.'

He smiles a little softer, then nods. "How is your mental health?" He rests his elbows on the table. Flipping the board, you erased and then wrote.

'Not great.'

It felt silly to be so blunt, you only had so much room and didn't feel comfortable telling a stranger how unwell you really were. Your eyes lower and teeth graze your lip, cracking open the tender flesh. You picked that habit up long ago, maybe even before the compound, before Joseph-

"I know you're tired of hearing it, but I am sorry about that. Really. No one deserves to go through what you did." He observed you starting to withdraw inside yourself, and knew he had to do something. "Could you tell me about things you like? Books, food, animals? I'm a big fan of dogs, black coffee and investigative journalism."

It worked. Your eyes unclouded and instead of chewing, you press your lips together in thought. He notices how you write faster this time, because you aren't guarding the words you put down. His eyes skim the board as you turn it.

'Wolves, sweets, fiction. I have a copy of your book.'

His brows lift, you point at the shelf where Kentucky Blood lay. His cheeks felt warm, nearly glowing in the realization you knew of him. Unable to stop the blossoming of his pride, Ellison cleared his throat as you watched him. The way he smiled was contagious and you found yourself smiling as well. The two of you continued back and forth for nearly five hours. He asked about places you wanted to go, colors you liked, hobbies you were interested in and much more. Ellison was trying to get an idea of who you were as a person, figuring that was the first step in understanding who you were now after everything. Suddenly aware of the time, the older man shifts and takes his glasses down.

“Wow we really have been at it awhile huh?” He smiles. “You know we don’t have to go the whole day, you’ve been great so far. Maybe if you’re interested, I could come back?” He looks at you with those sparkling blue eyes of his. You felt compelled to agree, your head nodding quickly. The other writers and journalists you’d briefly been around had never given a damn about anything aside from the occult stuff, something about Ellison was really speaking to you. “Oh, that's great.” He was grinning as he closed his laptop. “How would you feel if we exchanged numbers?”

Your smile faded and you started to pick up the marker before he held up a hand. “I came prepared.” Digging a hand into his satchel, he pulls out a cellphone. It was old and used and previously belonged to Tracy until she upgraded.

“Everything I know is you’re completely off the grid, so I assumed you wouldn’t have a phone. The number is listed under my name so no one can look you up with it.” He continued. “There’s only one person on the phone and that’s me.” He slid it across the table towards you. “I’ve got unlimited texts, data, all the fun stuff. Feel free to browse the internet or whatever you need.”

Your hand reaches and gently takes it. It was a little small, but you didn’t mind. This was such a significant gift. The church had wifi but you had no devices of your own to utilize it. Ellison had given you a means of seeing the world from the safety of your home. Eyes dampening, your lip quivers as you look up. As a father, Ellison saw briefly before him, a scared young woman, alone and vulnerable. He was taken aback and his eyes fluttered a moment before he clears his throat.

“Alright, all I ask is you text me with anything you need, okay? You and I will be seeing one another quite often so I wanna make sure your needs are being met. Even if you wanna just chat about the weather, don’t hesitate.” He pauses a moment. “Or if you are worried about something, can’t sleep, those sorts of things.” He stands up after packing his bag. It was a generous offer. Blinking the wet from your eyes, you stand up as well and leave the phone on the table. There was a part of you that wanted to reach out and hug him, but you don’t. You do not know this man well enough to embrace him. Picking up on it, Ellison smiles and slings the bag over his shoulder. “You have a good night, Y/N.”

A smile flicks across your features, watching him step out the door. Stood motionless in the kitchen, you listen to the car start and pull away. Picking up the phone again, you hold it close to yourself and feel another smile tug your lips. There was a giddiness building within you that you couldn’t remember ever experiencing before. You practically dance out of the kitchen, floating on air as you get changed to go help with the food distribution for the evening. You think about all the things you want to tell Ellison, all the secrets you kept guarded for so long. You wonder if he’d really believe you.

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It was nearly 8 by the time Ellison pulled in to his drive way. Tracy hadn’t called or texted him so he was on his own for dinner. Picking up his things and a bag of take out, he slid out of the car and dug for the key. Letting himself inside, he closed the door and called out that he was home. No one called back. He puts his keys in the bowl on the kitchen island and heads to his office. Putting the food on the desk, he puts his bag down and stepped out of his shoes. Today had felt successful, he was certain he started off on the right foot with the young woman.

“Ellison.” He looks to see Tracy leaned in the doorway. “How’d it go?”

Does she actually care? Ellison smiles slightly. “Well it went great, actually. I gave her the phone and she shared a lot about herself with me. I’m hoping she invites me back over the next couple of weeks I really think she is gonna be forth coming with everything.” He sounded eager, he was eager. Tracy folds her arms under her chest and lays her head against the door frame.

“That’s great.” Her smile holds no sincerity. “I found a job in town. I’m gonna need you to get the kids to school on Wednesdays and Fridays. Hope that doesn’t get in the way of your play dates.” Now her smile holds malice. They look at each other for what felt like hours. Letting out a breath, he holds his hands up. “Tracy, seriously I don’t-” “I don’t care. Just make sure you do what you need to for the kids.” She pushed from the door frame and stepped down the hall. The icyness of her words left him feeling hollow.

Sinking back into his chair, he pushed his face into his hands and sighed in frustration. Trust the process, she'll come around in time. He swivels in the seat and opens his food, not going to let it go cold. As he ate, his mind wandered to you. The way you smiled at him and how genuine your reaction had been to the simple white board. He felt appreciated, and a sense of warmth spread in his chest. Gratitude... he hadn't been on the receiving end of that in a long time. Smiling, he chews and thinks of all the things he wanted to ask you tomorrow. Half way through his meal, his phone buzzes. Quickly, Ellison digs it out of his pocket and checks. His expression sprawling into a broad grin, and his chest swelled with pride.

New text message, from Y/N: Thank you for your kindness today. For the first time in a long while, I feel heard.

Ellison finished his bite, considering what an appropriate response would be. By the time he decided, you had sent a picture. Opening the message, he stares quietly. It was you standing in front of the tiny bathroom mirror, holding the phone facing outward and the other arm propping up the white board against your stomach.

Written in fine letters the board read: 'See you tomorrow :)'. He chuckles, however his eyes drift to take you in. You werent in the modest dress and sweater you had worn earlier. Instead, your body was being clung to by a tanktop, and your hips hugged by some pj shorts. It was showing a lot of your skin, and annunciating the swell of your breasts. Your lips looked so soft, tugged into that shy smile, like you didn't know what you had just done to him-

-Stop.

He quickly puts his phone down. This was unusual for him. In the early years when his book had sold well and he had his time in the spotlight, women had thrown themselves at him by the dozen. Of course he had briefly considered his options, but had ultimately been the better man and loyal husband. Tracy was the love of his life, being married gave him stability and bliss. That of course is what he told himself.

That being said, since Chatford, Tracy hadn't spoken much, let alone touched him. It had been nearly 14 months. He tried not to keep track, but he could not help it, he ached to be wanted, to be needed again. Without realizing it, his hand had drifted between his legs, palming the swelling outline of his cock through his pants. His eyes opened, looking down at the picture of the young woman, innocent and broken. His breath caught in his throat and he stands abruptly, crosses the room, then closes and locks his door.

Stumbling towards the bed, Ellison snatched his cellphone before falling onto his back. One of his legs dangled off the bed as he hastily opened and nudged his pants down. He sprung his hardening length out and wrapped his right fist around it. His eyes closed and he let out a soft breath, stroking a couple times before bring his hand up and spitting into his palm. Fisting himself once more, the older man arched slightly, focusing on the drag of his hand. His thoughts went to Tracy, to the first night of their honeymoon, how beautiful she was under the the setting sun. He thinks about when they conceived Trevor, during a get away in Montana, their hasty fucking outside their cabin-

-It isn't working. His cock is starting to deflate and his jaw is tight. He felt pangs of frustration and a little desperation. It had been so long since he had cum. He wanted it, he needed it. Amidst his tumultuous thoughts, your picture hovers behind his eyes. Soft, delicate lips and your eyes, so gentle and unassuming. His hand began to stroke faster, dick fully hard and aching in his grasp. Your hips, hugged tight in those shorts, and your breasts, barely fit inside the tank top. Pre cum began to dribble from his head, causing him to slick easier now.

Ellison let out a strangled grunt and gasp, his other arm over his eyes as he worked. Rutting his hips upwards, he felt a tightness in his abdomen. You were so grateful, so appreciative of him. He imagined you on your knees, lips parted and tongue out, begging for him to cum inside your mouth. Your eyes were glossy, pleading, your fair skin flushed in embarrassment- Ellison chokes and swallows down a groan. His stomach tightened and his balls drew up, his cock throbbed as his hand pumped himself desperately. Your mouth so wide open, so desperate- he cums. His jaw clenching and veins showing in his neck as he spills hot ropes across his knuckles.

Slowing his fist, he released himself and moved the arm from his eyes. He gazed up at the ceiling, shame washing over him the moment his cock stopped throbbing. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to steady his pounding heart. He reminded himself he loved his wife, that she was being distant because of what happened, that things could change. Rising from bed, he grabs an old shirt and cleans his hand before tossing it into the hamper. Putting himself away, he picked up the remnants if his food and tossed them in the bin, still troubled by his thoughts.

It was just one time, he promised. Tomorrow, he would go to you like a professional. He would smile and be polite, ask questions while taking notes, and try to not think about how he came imagining you on your knees for him.

[pyrrhocorax]

4 10 20 35 !

OKAY I know you asked this a bit ago sorry i got busy!!! work!!! turtle took a tiny chunk out of my finger!! the usual! y'know What's a headcanon you need to work out? i am blanking real hard with this but i Guess what i consider to be estonia's true name b/c von bock is von bullshit has been a constant Thought of mine for a long time. sme goes for a lot of nations that have bad canon names or no canon names like what the FUCK would i name them. it takes so much effort for me to decide. How long have you been in the fandom? What's your lore? i've been around a while! i can't date exactly when i started but it was at least sometime in 2008. i Think it was in the late fall of 2007, i've been trying to do the backwards math and i think this makes sense timeline wise, but my memory isn't exactly great. i figured out yesterday i am Pretty sure i was into hetalia before den/nor/ice were released?? which is. wild to me. anyway the story is that i occasionally saw hetalia fanart in passing and i was like. what the fuck is this but i don't care enough to investigate. and then i watched darker than black and was like wow i gotta tell my (now ex-)friend about this new cool anime darker then black b/c i am enjoying it a lot and i think she would too! and then my friend was like "i am going to totally ignore you. watch this thing called hetalia instead. you like other countries and history and languages and shit you should like this it's so funny" and i watched it and i didn't find it as funny as she claimed but i thought the concept itself was utterly Fascinating and i became Obsessed. my initial favs were japan/prussia/estonia initially, all for radically different reasons. i can elaborate on that if prompted it's just more text than i care to put here. then the den/nor/ice dropped and we had some comics with the nordic 5 and i was like oH FUCK these character dynamics between them are So Fun!!! and i have been in Hell every since. this is my third time getting back into hetalia after swearing it off for good and uhhh i think i have just been in denial this entire time that i am stuck here forever. Favorite Hetalia relationship dynamic? Any combination of the Anko Trio without question. they're such an interesting little complicated group. Post a Hetalia sketch or draft you want an excuse to share i am not very good at drawing and draw from the perspective of a more refined 8 year old child or something (positive). but i also don't have anything currently drafted writing wise that feels complete enough either so i am gonna share a dumb doodle i did and also share some upcoming things i plan on doing.

one of the chapters of the SOS sequel is going to be called "The Joy Machine" and i am. very excited about that.

also have a neat NorAus idea i am obsessed with and will probably write soon-ish. once i sleep and think a bunch

[nyaifyz]

"also feel free to provide me more ideas as I am running away from my writers block"

Your word is my command /pos

Some of my ideas didn't make it so I'll double them here if you don't mind, sorry if some of them can be uncomfortable for you, but at least I should try.

Jessica relates suggestions: (Totally not worshipping her AU version)

- What if drones closely related to Noah are going to find out about how Jessica actually treats him

- Same as above, but with stalking and Lizzy. Can't wait to see interaction between Doll and Jessica, maybe arguing about Lizzy or even fighting.. Omg I want to see Jessica with cool weapon now, help

- Showing interaction between Veronica and Jessica? Maybe like bullying Noah together /j..unless?

- We need some R stuff. I do actually think that Jessica and Veronica will get along with R if R is willing to stop with murdering or at least for some reason get in conversation with those two

Other

- T is so cute. Give me T doodles or I will come for your kneecaps. /j

- When I was writing I accidentally thought about every character with different types or weapons starting from guns, knives and ending with basic metal pipes

- Tessa, please?? If Tessa hasn't got a rainbow sticker somewhere in your AU I'm going to give it to her personally. I'm not joking. >;]

- Uzi meeting disassembly drones, maybe even accidentally finding out about Lizzy's and Doll's interaction. Why not?

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Woah that's a lot of text, isn't it? If some of the stuff happened already I'll be greatful if you will tell me because I have a feeling like I missed something. I will give ya more suggestions If you're out of the ideas again. Stuff above related to the pink swap AU btw.

Thanks for reading,

"Silly Anon" - [☣︎]

shakes around you and your list (also dont worry it's pretty hard to make me uncomfortable unless you use 18+ topics)

btw i do plan to reply to your older ask of suggestions but i plan to make drawings for it!!

⚠️Warning for those who are reading the actual au story and not wanting spoilers to future things! But I will still keep some things vague as I like making surprises >:3

Uzi will find out about Jessica's cruel behavior! I honestly can't wait to write it out when it happens

Jessica and R would definitely get along, but who knows if they'll meet :3c

Veronica and Jessica will get to interact a lot! Mainly when Noah or Uzi is present

Also there will be lots of stalking and discovery to come, each drone seems to have a secret they won't share 🤔🤫

Also Jessica will earn weapon rights >:D shes gonna be a badazz

Tessa coming soon >:3 she will still have her sticker! she honestly wont look different, but im hoping ep 4 comes soon so I know how to properly write about her!

Uzi will get to meet Doll, sooner or later, and neither Uzi & lizzy will be happy about it

hopefully that answers all :D

T doodles coming soon but I feel like redesigning him again CUZ HE'S SO HARD TO DRAW SOMEHOW Noah too i cant get his hair right

Also speaking of T, he will get a lot of focus in the au's ep 3 :3

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I plan to release a chapter every week, but still posting random doodles and notes

the chapter numbers wont line up with the episode count, but will follow a similar timeline of events!

[infiniteglitterfall]

I am mind-boggled and in awe right now at how social media just. Went flash like lightning and /flaps hands vaguely/ Just with the. Just like

First it was like 2004 and I was on a listserv I'd started for genderqueers, and on another for multiples. (Which I'd only found out existed because of someone I'd met on the genderqueer one.) I was out to everyone as genderqueer, and out to a select few as multiple.

I blogged about both, on LiveJournal. I knew lots of people who were one or both, because listservs. But it was still a time where most people didn't know what either one was.

Where I had to be prepared to explain either thing to people if I wanted to bring it up. (And I'd often start with, "do you know what _____ is" just to see where we stood.) Where I was often the one to explain them to people just so that I could gently (?) bring them to the realization that these labels applied to them.

And then life happened, I guess? Listservs fell apart. People migrated to social media. I was very focused on recovering from abuse and its effects, and that community largely took the place of the queer/trans/plural ones for me for a while.

I swear to god I turned my back for like five minutes. Or five years. It feels like both.

Then I realized that I could either get on Tumblr, or have virtually no idea what Kids These Days were saying and doing ever again. I chose Tumblr.

Basically, I rejoined the public instead of hanging out solely with people I knew.

And somehow, the world?? was now?? a place where all of these things were common knowledge? Where they were now mostly called being "nonbinary" (oh, we have a word we can say in front of the straights now?) and "plural"? (smart move; searching for "multiples" always used to turn up a lot of stuff from people who'd had twins.)

A world where it seemed like most people were queer and/or trans?? Where people talked openly about being plural???

I thought that was all there was to it.

But fast-forward eight years or so.

Now, people have been talking openly about their experiences for long enough that more than a third of Gen Z is in the quiltbag.

People have been talking about their experiences for long enough that when I had to do a custody hearing a few months ago, the judge took time first to make sure she had all of our pronouns right: they, he, and gem. And to find out whether we each wanted Mr, Ms, or Mx.

People have been talking about their experiences, publicly, in a manner that is widely accessible, for long enough that a friend of mine - who is 10 years younger - just had a realization about giving answers they would never normally give to a partner's questions, rapidly connected all the dots, and went, "well, looks like I'm plural."

I had been thinking about letting them know that a new mutual friend, who I met in that long-ago listserv, was plural.

But oopsie-doodles! I no longer need to. Because they're both nonbinary. And they both went to a trans zine workshop together today.

The newer friend shared a link to this very post in our group chat. And casually goes, "We just found out that we are all plural here"!

I feel like, BOOM. I just FAST-FORWARDED from "nobody knows what this is and you have to gently introduce the idea" to "it's general knowledge and people can figure it out easily on their own, without a lot of stigma!"

And while I type this? My six-year-old is in the other room, happily explaining to our (also nonbinary) housemate that the main character in his new special interest, Billie Bust Up, is nonbinary.

Also: this is why the Christian Nationalists, who are trying the genocide again, are going to lose.

They've already lost. They are so incredibly far behind the times that their entire plan is pretty much hopeless.

Gender & Multiplicity: A Primer On The Intersection of Transness & DID REDAC FourOFour Spring 2023

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HAHAHAH imagine the first chapter of pursuit starts with “I wanna be the very best that no one ever was, to rizz then is my real test, to date them is my causeeeee” LMFAOO

LMAOO you forgetting but you also being the one to make his team sends me (i would so do this) ASH AND CHARIZARD I love that dynamic that would be so funny imagine it’s just lazy on lazy hate crimes like “no bitch you move and do it” “no im sleeping”

Even before remembering the setting I thought Charles matched the YIPPEE vibe well LOL WAIT RINS IS FUNNY HAHSAHAHAH “yippee.” NAGIS EGO LEAVING HIM LIKE HIS SOUL IS ASCENDING TO ANOTHER PLANE HE LOOKED ETHEREAL

LMAOOO Karasu has beef with her now yes whenever you have doodles do show!! Obv no pressure to make any LOL I just love seeing the crumbs

Wait lowk Barou yayoi spinoff this angst…/hj barous and karasus>>> on that note I had to remember that reader doesn’t inherit the Barou last name because when I looked at the funeral graphic I was like wait do we need to distinguish which one and then I remembered the whole cousin thing and also how cousins don’t always share the same last name but anyways NOOOSHSJS IM CRYING JN MY FEELS “my ex sending my brother the love he could never give me” goodbye (lowk the move from romantic to platonic love makes this even deeper bruh I wasn’t planning on sobbing rn)

DAYCARE WORKWR KARASU WAITTTT esp if his talonflsme has flame body (if I get pokemon teams wrong do correct me because I think the team listing got buried somewhere and I have bad memory as we’ve established) lowk I like this idea too it’s like he’s proving himself to yayoi but not limiting himself to just the gym leader like breaking the mold yk…..just makes him more extraordinary (in his terms LMAO) like proving himself without needing to be gym leader…..im ngl I jumped to far and read “he cooks eggs” and I was like he does WHAT but anyways

OH LMFAOAO I somehow thought there was a specific meme so I looked it up to no avail but REAL and LMAOOOO DOOFENSHMIRTZ(spelling??? Idk man)

HAHAH no it’s ok they can take the slander (i always find it really funny how even Nagi himself is like this shorty…in ref to Isagi HAHA and ig by implication Reo since he doesn’t really disagree when Nagi calls Isagi that) THE BIG HANDS imagine they do that thing where you measure hand sizes oh god but also one slap from them and you’re stepping into your grave LMFAO (they would never but ykwim)

STOP MIRAVERSE MUKTIVERSE (im abbreviating this to MVMV/MMV) actually goes too hard it all fits too well within the pokemon au SHSHSH white butterfly Hiori and reader him waiting at the safari zone in the house she described raising the pokemon she listed from her childhood dreams bye…now instead of white butterflies white butterfree/beautifly (I can’t lie im a beautifly enthusiast so id pick that over butterfree but wtv floats your boast yk just needs to be a butterfly)

IM GONNA SHIT MYSELF THE TABIEITA ONE IS TOO FUNNY but IVE SEEN THE SAE ONE LMAOAOA finally accurate rep of him omg wait I’m gonna go stalk this artist more I didn’t realize they drew tabieita

LMAOO me rn thinking I’ve said one too many LMAOs and tossing in LOL and HAHAHA (I lowk hate hahaha because it HAS to be in caps or else it looks passive aggressive unless I do like four “ha”s or more but that looks excessive ughhhhhh) in too deep we’re entering my LMAO keyboard smash zone now (I’ve sometimes sandwiched sentences with LMAO too) but enough about my LMAOs

LMFAOAOOOOOOOOO IM DEADDDDD imagine we’ve been talking about peregrine this entire time and I’m just like “WOW she knows all the details about the whole plot does she know the author??” Isagis life is too boring he needs angst to spice it up fr wait I love how Isagi kinda projects Barou into reader and struggles with his loss/disappearance you made him like 10x more interesting in like two seconds damn….QHESTIONING IF THE WRONG ONE GOT TO LIVE omg that goes HARD I love complex feelings like this go off!!! Barou’s death fr doing numbers on everyone like talk about catastrophe of a lifetime (wait side note but this almost kinda parallels MLP and how the mane six get their cutie marks like one event tied them together forever and ig in this case it’s Barou’s death?? SHSHSHS don’t ask me why I made this connection)

Karasu bfb about to be the household Karasu fic trust but no fr there’s no way I’d be able to tell from reading the request prompted fics like if we weren’t talking I would’ve just thought you liked a bunch of characters LMAOO

WAIT WHAT I HAVENT STUDJED YET I paused writing this and scrambled to check ok thank god it’s not up quite yet I need to type faster omfg but RAGGHHH POKEMON THEME LETS GOOO wait on that note would you prefer to write something for a fav or not or are there any characters you aren’t as inclined to write for atm because if so I’ll keep it in mind while deciding because I’m indecisive so (imagine I say Isagi /j I wouldn’t prefer that anyways) good thing I’m in my chronically online hours rn and saw this

- KARASU ANON that wasn’t supposed to be all caps but I’m too lazy to fix it now oops

HELPPPP THE NOT THE THEME SONG (AIKU'S VERSION) SDLKFJHSLDKJ i'm crying omg there needs to be an aiku spinoff that's just him and his arbok spreading rizz and pokémon knowledge HAHAHA

LMAOO besides arcanine whimsicott and reuniclus i feel like nagi's team is kinda irrelevant in terms of our discussions...goodra does get mentions every now and again plus it's SO nagi that i remember that one but rip clefable and snorlax forever second place HAHA that's the exact vibe i was imagining or like reader throws out her gyarados in a battle so nagi whips out snorlax for some reason and snorlax is just sleeping meanwhile nagi's like "BRO IT'S Y/N WE HAVE TO LOCK IN" but snorlax does NOT gaf FKLJHKLSF

all of the foreign/professional players knowing one another is so fun tbh reader in that au definitely would team up with charles to bully kaiser when they play bm so he def fits!! or imagine rin has to get internet culture lessons from shidou and charles so he can keep up with reader's references but he's so unenthusiastic about it so he brings zero energy to the table (his first choice in tutors was karasu but he can't ask karasu for help because karasu's his biggest opp since reader likes him/is friends with him)

KARASU HAS INSANE BEEF WITH EVERYONE IN THE CORE FOUR i actually can't decide why he'd have beef with tullia because she's...not unproblematic necessarily but too focused on bullying otoya to do anything to karasu HAHAH maybe he has beef with her because she beat him in a battle when they first met (four baby birds vs a fully grown lanturn is not a great combo) and he never gets over it (it's mostly like a joke grudge he holds ofc but he would be the one)

no because i've been thinking about barou x yayoi (baroi?? shoyoi?? i'd say barasu but that could get confusing as a ship name because of tabito)...they kind of give mrs l/n x toji vibes from pomegranate ink but opposite!! okay but yk how we have reader and co and it's reader + tullia + karasu + otoya well imagine barou's group was himself, yayoi (who had to do on field training before her parents gave her the gym), isagi, and then aiku occasionally dropping in (aiku serving more of a manshine trio vibe than anything tbh) KLSJFDS the angst there goes INSANE okay wait lowkey isagi and yayoi reunion could go crazy maybe they haven't spoken since barou left because they don't know what to say to each other and isagi's avoiding her because barou told him about his illness but not yayoi and the guilt of that is crushing to isagi (love triangle dare i say?? yayosagi canon because barou's gone??????)

yess he has a talonflame w flame body that's actually where i got the idea of him and the birds looking after (NOT cooking) the eggs!! honestly i think it would be cute too like after beating yayoi and getting her badge as well as being at reader's side when she takes down team x he realizes he doesn't NEED to prove anything to anyone ykwim?? like as long as he's happy it's okay if people consider his existence "mediocre" (because i'm sure people would find it crazy that he goes to be a daycare worker/owner when he could very easily be a league official) because nothing lese really matters...character growth/development we love to see it

HAHAH no there's no specific meme unfortunately but the doofenshmirtz cracked me up so ofc i had to share (lowkey i can imagine otoya in that fit SDJFHSDL)

no because reo calls bachira a banged freak those two are BOTH evil reo is just more outwardly nice so nobody knows what insults he has brewing in him LMAOOO omg isagi is like one of the shortest in bllk besides kurona and kiyora so ig calling him shorty isn't necessarily off the mark (chigiri's a little taller than him but that one low quality panel of the manshine trio where chigiri looks tiny next to reo and nagi cracks me up HAHA)...nah because if i ever got to compare hand sizes with karasu or barou i would BUST i feel like barou wouldn't even understand what it so he's just like "uh ok" if you ask but you KNOW karasu is 100% aware of it he'd be so smug too LMAOOO once again in the words of isagi "this guy...is a villain!" or wtvr he said

MIRAVERSE MULTIVERSE IS REAL wait kalos doesn't have beautifly (they have butterfree) imagine the beautifly when they were kids was just one of yayoi's many gym pokémon that happened to be out and about BUT once he gets the safari zone hiori puts in a special request to have beautifly placed there because of that specific meeting SLDFKJD too many possibilities fr

THE SAE ONE HAD ME CACKLING THE WAY HE PASSES CHIGIRI TOO truly the sae the world needs...the tabieita one was so silly but so them HAHA sadly i am typing this from my laptop (hence the zero emojis too) so no tik tok this time around but next time trust i will lock in (call me nagi battling reader fr) and send smth!!

PLS i always throw in either an LMAOO or a HAHAH or a key smash to break up my trains of thought or the classic...or the !! and ?? because i feel like normal punctuation makes it feel sm more formal like a business professional email or smth when we're literally just besties giggling and chatting yk

I'M CRYING THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT i was like didn't i show you the drafts of earlier chapters did you think i just pulled those out of my ass??? haven't you seen my masterlist before?? but anyways i get what you were saying now HAHA

no because i have this vivid vision of isagi snapping and going full on-field on reader and she gets upset/starts crying (bonus points if karasu pulls up to comfort her #notthestepbrotherbutthebrotherthatsteppedup) and he immediately feels so bad that he starts apologizing but he just knows barou wouldn't have lost his temper in that situation (barou especially pursuit barou strikes me as someone who gets irritated super quickly but rarely if ever GENUINELY angry) and he already has a complex because he could never beat noel noa hence why he's an elite four candidate whereas barou was supposed to be the next champion so he's basically isagi but better (throw in some yayoi picking barou over him [not that isagi ever confessed he just assumed yayoi would want barou so he didn't say anything and surprise she ended up going for barou]) and yet isagi's the one who's left and barou's gone

PLS not the main six that's literally reader and co + manshine trio (otoya is spike the dragon) truly though barou's death/disappearance leads to so so much happening like it's insane how that one event changed the entire government...mr mikage and the government would've gotten away with their nonsense for much longer if barou literally just didn't leave for his journey or told his family he was ill and came home for his final days SLKDFJLSH ofc they still would've been exposed by the mutiny plot that the gym leaders and elite four members made but considering that plan wasn't meant to be executed for a WHILE who knows if it actually would've been effective or if they would've just murked noel noa and threatened the others into submission

KARASU BFB TAKE OVER REAL AND TRUE and okayy that's good HAHA sometimes i end up liking a character after i write for them too which is another can of worms (like kiyora i barely cared about him besides acknowledging that he was pretty pre-wicked game but now i fw him!! he's not a top top fav but he's cool)

LMAOO BRO YOU CAN'T STUDY YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHICH TYPES ARE WHICH TROPE YET HAHAHAHA and no i don't really have a preference for any character!! whatever strikes your fancy...almost hoping someone requests isagi so i can redeem myself and actually write something long for him /hj...i'm limiting the slots to twelve (two full teams) this time because i want to have time to be able to write pursuit and the oaeu and the other requests i still have to do (EEK) but i have no idea who if anyone will actually join so don't stress too much about getting in on time i'll make sure you get a spot (imagine that one drake audio that's like "don't worry...daddy's home") just make sure to send the request in a separate ask so i can respond to it w just the story hehe...anyways i fell asleep instead of posting the completed event so i will be finishing up the post and getting it out now hopefully!!

[worksby-d]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

An Everyone Thinks It Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Chris takes you on a special date to give you a “just because” gift. Inspired by a PRECIOUS TikTok an anon shared with me yesterday.

Warnings: Stomach ache-inducing fluff.

Word count: ~800

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“Seriously, did I forget an anniversary or something?”

All evening you've been racking your brain as to why Chris would have planned such a nice date night. Your dates are always nice, but not always dress up and make reservations at a fancy restaurant kind of nice.

“It hasn't been a year yet, I know that. So…”

“No,” he laughs, reaching his arm across the table to take your hand in his. As much as he's getting a kick out of your slight panic, he doesn't want you actually worried. “I can't just take you out?”

You pretend to consider it, but look back at him with a straight face. “No.”

Rolling his eyes, he takes his hand away from you, just so he can grab something he's been hiding under his jacket sitting on the seat next to him.

“Okay, okay,” he gives in. “I got something for you.”

“Chris,” you groan. It’s not uncommon for you to have to remind him you don't need anything. Especially when there's no occasion.

“And,” he speaks up to quiet your protests. “I really did just want to take you on a nice date. I feel like life’s been a little crazy the past couple weeks.”

He's right. But it's nothing you'd complain about. It's just the norm for you guys. You no matter and moved in with him, had a few good weeks, and then had to spend the last couple getting used to his place without him there while he was away for work. But you're well aware that's how it is sometimes.

Surrendering, you take the gift bag from him so you can open it. The bright blue box tells you it's jewelry – Tiffany, some of your favorite.

Untying the neat bow and slipping the top off the box, you're met with a delicate silver necklace with a pearl pendant strung on it.

“Wow.” You marvel at the way it shines under the light as you run your thumb along the chain. “This is really beautiful. But you don't have to make any sort of gesture to make up for working or being a little busy…”

“Just–” He laughs a little, holding his hand up to stop you. “There might be something else in there.”

You're confused. “What are you talking about?”

“In the box. Under the…”

His voice trails off as you lift some tissue paper and find another necklace underneath. Holding it up, you recognize the design of the pendant immediately.

“Chris.” His name comes out as a whisper as you pout, looking closer at it – a design you had doodled when you were younger now come to life.

It’s the outline of a heart, lined with diamonds. Inside the heart is a smaller one, the color of your son’s birthstone, with room for other stones to be added if you have more kids one day – a touch you had added to your idea as a hopeless romantic teenager.

“Do you like it?”

You can't help but let out a laugh. But looking across the table at him, it's a genuine question.

“I can't believe you remembered this.”

“How could I not? I remember you drawing it all the time when we were kids.”

Looking around, you sniffle and wipe away a few tears, letting out a deep breath to compose yourself. “This is so embarrassing.”

“No it's not,” he chuckles, getting out of his seat and moving to your side of the table to sit in your booth with you so he can help you put it on right away. “When you were moving in, I found some notebooks of yours and knew I had to get this made for you when I saw those drawings again.”

“I really like it.”

“Good,” he smiles, wiping away a stray tear for you. “I didn't want to wait to give it to you, so that's the occasion, okay? Happy now?”

He nudges your shoulder with his own to get you to laugh with him.

“Of course,” you nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. I don't deserve you.”

“Hey, none of that.” He knows it's just a habit for you to say those things, but he reminds you every chance he gets that it's not true. “I feel guilty about not being around all the time, you know. I kind of leave you here alone with everything.”

All while he’s saying it, you're waiting to interrupt him and tell him you don't see it that way. But he doesn't let you.

“But you're the best mom. The best girlfriend. Still my best friend for some reason,” he jokes. “You deserve everything.”

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[xxsycamore]

DIRTY DANCE FOR THREE

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle/Main Character (Reader)/Isaac Newton

Rating: E

Word count:  3,833

Tags: Modern AU; Poly relationship; Threesome - F/M/M ; Established Relationship ; Anniversary ; Dates ; Clubs ; Dirty Dancing ; Grinding ; Public Display of Affection ; Dirty Thoughts ; Living Together ; Dress Up ; Sharing Clothes ; Clothes swap ; Kissing ; Cunnilingus ; Face-Sitting ; Vaginal Fingering ; Hand Jobs ; Vaginal Sex ; Creampie ; Multiple Orgasms ; Bickering ; Humor ; Fluff; Aftercare ; Teasing

Synopsis: [ Planning the first anniversary Arthur, Isaac and you would celebrate together as a couple has been a tough task.

At last, you settle on a way of celebration... or, ways. ]

A/N: @scummy-writes I was your gifter in @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange!

Scummy!!!! 🥺🥺❤❤ I was so happy to see I was matched with you! You're one of the people that make me smile just by appearing on my dash - not to mention how much I adore your work. I was very determined to make this fic featuring your boys special, and rereading some of your own (absolutely fantastic) works with them helped me out a lot! Their dynamics together challenged me in the best way possible in the whole past week 😂💗 I really, really hope this will be to your liking. Many thanks to Bryn for making it possible in the first place with this lovely event!

Your laughter gets lost in the loud music as you tug Isaac to the dancefloor. The bright, beating presence of everything surrounding you is conquering the best of your senses, it has been for a while now, but you still concentrate fully on your boyfriend - desperate to see him loose up and enjoy himself as well.

You know that this would be a job for your other boyfriend, Arthur, as he was originally the one to give the idea. He is in charge of today's date, after all.

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Planning the first anniversary the three of you would celebrate as a couple has been a tough task. There were chatrooms that trailed off-topic, there were gatherings on the floor with a notebook passed among the three of you in order to collect suggestions from each. There were illicit, scandalous ideas from a certain frivolous writer, crossed out briskly by Isaac shortly after. There were doodles in the corners, and circled ideas, and arrows connecting them, and whatnot.

You wondered how is it even possible for three people so different from one another to be partners in the first place. Seeing how everyone's personal tastes show in their choice of date only made the task at hand more difficult. Amidst it all, the sight of Arthur and Isaac bickering blurred before your hard-at-work mind. Until it came to you.

"How about we split it into many dates? Let's celebrate during the whole week. That way, it wouldn't have to be anything grandiose, and each one of us will get to make their choice."

Arthur's hand froze on its way to steal the pen from Isaac, and the two men exchanged surprised looks before directing one at you, with satisfied smiles on their faces. Hitting up the beach at night, and also the picnic, visiting the planetarium, the aquarium, and who knows what more, they all get to stay in. A week packed full with spending time together.

It was all decided, then.

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Now it's only the middle of the week and you already feel happier than you ever had before, you swear. Laughter hasn’t left your mouth, your heart light and your body moving on its own as the music seeps further through your senses. Isaac doesn't let go of your hands that just guided him to the dancefloor, only changing his grip so he could entwine fingers with you. You lower your gaze for a second to gaze upon your connected hands, and when you shift it back up, you see the smile you adore to see on his face. The flashing lights illuminate his handsome face in one thin strip, moving over his frame, and you trail your hand over the choker on his neck. This look suits him so well, you almost blush at the sight.

It takes no time for him to feel the beat as well, moving his body accordingly, and you know he is, indeed, having fun. To your disappointment, one of his hands breaks the bond with yours, but only to wrap around your waist instead and tug you closer. Until you're pressed flush to his body. He keeps you there, continuing his slow movements, and you have no choice but to do so as well. It's fantastic.

Soon the people around fade from your senses. There is only Isaac, only his hands snaking their way tighter around your waist and…his hips rolling against your hips.

At first you blame the dance; knowing Isaac's tendency to shy away from such acts in public. You expect him to flinch and withdraw but you get the far opposite.

The adrenaline rushing through you drives you to answer his ministrations with ones of your own, almost mirroring his. You throw your head back, your body manipulated by invisible strings as you simply give yourself to the moment. And so does Isaac, whom you can't help but look at, even if your eyelids keep fluttering shut every now and then.

It's amazing how much you two can tell each other without the usage of words. There is a fair amount of lust in your favorite pair of strawberry-colored eyes, but you can see genuine fun in there too. Perhaps reflecting your own. You're a little too eager to steal a kiss from him but you know that neither of you will be the wiser to pull back before it unfolds into something deeper and sloppier. And maybe, just maybe, holding his gaze equals kissing right now. God, no, Isaac is totally eyefuckingyou right now. You see a beast in him and you can't make out whether that's your own atmosphere-altered mind that is casting this delirium, or it is the truth.

You drift a mere inch away in your dance of lust, and as you come back near again, a familiar scent hits your nostrils. In the swirling mass of perfumes all around you, you still recognize the scent clenching to Isaac. But it's not his own.

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The evening approaches and it's time to prepare for the next date from the list, a visit to the club.

You stand in front of the wardrobe with hands on your hips, wondering what to put on for tonight. Your eyes wander aimlessly on its contents, taking notice of how much room of it is taken by Isaac and Arthur's clothes. It's one of the many reminders of how this relationship carved itself into your daily life and you love it - and, well, you could spend some more time being sappy over that, but you're getting more and more frustrated by the minute, involuntarily clicking your tongue in the process.

"What's bothering you, luv? Care to let this lad help you out?"

You didn't even notice when Arthur has come to stand behind you, his arms hugging around your chest. He knows so damn well how vulnerable you are to his hugs when the only thing covering your body is your bath towel. And he is not being exactly careful about keeping it intact on you with this hug. Being fresh from the shower, you can feel the contrast in temperature as his hands press on your heated, reddened skin. You try not to pay too much attention to that, and answer him instead.

"Why, yes, thanks! As long as you don't pick the flimsiest piece of clothing I own…"

Arthur lets out a breathy chuckle in your shoulder, tickling the hairs on the base of your neck.

"We're not trusting each other, I see…"

Whatever teasing he's been keeping in store for next, it's interrupted by Isaac's entrance into the room. Similar to you and Arthur, he is wearing a towel as the last to take a shower. Some of these days, going in the bath separately is a prevention measure against running in late for going out… For reasons well known.

"Hey, Newt, just on time. I was thinking about something."

Isaac raises a brow at the man, familiar with the kind of thoughts he has. He prompts him wordlessly to go on, leaning against the wall for the time being.

Arthur looks at you and then at him, smirk never leaving his lips.

"The bird couldn't decide on an outfit, you see. It's only fair we help her out. Oh but, then I thought, why don't we spice things up a bit?"

You have to admit, it catches you intrigued. "How?"

"I'm glad you asked." His pause is probably dancing on Isaac's nerves. "We're going to play dress up. Basically, pick each other's outfits."

You turn fully into Arthur's arms now, facing him to show how much you like the idea. It seems fun and adds to the concept of celebrating your love, so you figure it wouldn't hurt.

"Can we use each other's clothes, too?" Isaac speaks up, withdrawing from the wall and aiming towards the wardrobe, possibly an idea of sorts already formed in his mind. Before Arthur can answer him with more than a simple yes, Isaac takes down one of the hangers and thrusts it in his hands. "There."

Arthur examines the already familiar button-up shirt in baby blue. His choice of colors is usually leaning towards the more nightly shades, but he isn't against something like this, for a chance. Hopefully, the size shouldn't be a problem; for all that matters, the two men's frames are not all that different one from another, with Arthur's being only a tad broader and taller.

As you and Isaac decide upon a pair of pants, ones that belong to the man himself this time, he's done putting on underwear where you couldn't see him.

The final result is pleasant enough for you to clap at, and also laugh a little when Isaac leans in closer to button up the rest of Arthur's buttons properly. The writer has the habit of leaving two or even three of them open, but it would seem that Isaac wants to alter his whole image tonight. You wonder if he would end up looking a little bit nerdy, even… if only Arthur was aware of how much it suited him.

You can't keep your hands to yourself either, styling Arthur's hair and making excuses to touch him there and there, gawking at the sight in when you stand next to him in front of the mirror.

"I'm starting to regret this. Always the vixens, you two..."

It's too much of an accusation, you're on the brink of saying, but then Arthur claims your lips out of the blue. You eagerly answer his playful kiss, getting a little too lost in it and your towel finally slips down your frame to pool around your feet, before you could get a hold of it.

"Ah, oops!" You lean down to retrieve it, but Arthur is quicker as he quite literally sweeps you off your feet.

You squeal in surprise as Arthur holds you up, arms wrapped around your bare bottom as he giggles and presses his mouth to your exposed chest.

"Arthur!!" Bumping your fisted hands on his back is not making him let go as you feel him suck a mark on your skin.

"Are you two done yet?"

Isaac's irritated tone doesn't exactly match the way he keeps staring at the performance unfolding before him. You notice a shirt and pair of pants he picked himself, stealing the chance since you and Arthur have been distracted.

Arthur spins with you in his hands so that your gazes can be fully on Isaac as he tsks at the physicist.

"Put on the tight leather pants instead. C'mon Newt, we haven't seen you wear them in so long!"

You can't help but nod enthusiastically, knowing deep inside that it's only fair after what ridiculousness Arthur's imagine suffered for the sake of your enjoyment. Isaac sighs and returns the one he had chosen to the wardrobe, shuffling through its contents once more.

"What about over the shirt?"

"I'm going to lend you my jacket. It will fit everything else just perfectly."

Isaac cringes a little at the thought, not because he disagrees with Arthur's fashion sense but because…

"I will reek of your cologne…!"

When Isaac rises a pointed glare to meet Arthur's gaze again, he could see a sultry note in it.

"That's the point."

It's then that you shift a little on Arthur's hold, feeling the change in his demeanor which in turn makes you miss his kisses. In answer, Arthur readjusts his hold on your bottom, turning his attention on you again by peppering your skin with kisses that tickle.

Isaac watches as you squirm in the bastard's arms, making him lose his balance until he crosses the distance towards the bed on a few unprecise steps, falling backwards into it with you still in his hold.

Signing once again, this time a little entertained by your joyful screams, Isaac drops whatever clothes he's been holding to a nearby armchair and hurries to join you two on the bed.

As happy as you are to finally capture Arthur's lips in a proper kiss, keeping him pinned down underneath you, it's interrupted by the feeling of the bed dipping with Isaac's weight. You shoot a look over your shoulder just in time to see Isaac rip out the towel from his waist, throwing it somewhere behind himself.

"Isaac, you-"

"It's entirely you two's fault that I'm hard now."

The accusation doesn't come out without the tiniest hint of embarrassment in his tone, but his boldness is still quite something; sending shivers down your spine. Especially now that Isaac's frame is looming behind you, and he is pressing closer.

You move to shut your legs closed where they've spilled apart over each side of Arthur's, but the writer is faster and he grabs them in order to keep them spread.

"We gotta make it up to him, luv."

As if that wasn't what you were planning to do, you think, but still moan a little as Arthur decides you're going to be obedient and stay open, so he slides one hand towards the apex of your thighs.

"No, no. Arthur, stand up. You're not wrinkling this shirt."

You groan at the loss of Arthur's fingers as they exit your core just as he dipped the tips of them inside. It infatuates you to unbelievable amounts, but you gotta agree with Isaac's thoughtfulness. He is not exactly the best when it comes to self-control and that's more the reason why you want to help out. Just like Isaac, you want the efforts put in the earlier dress-up game to be rewarded.

The two of you practically strip Arthur, one pulling on his pants and another removing the shirt from his torso simultaneously. It leaves him making a dirty comment or two about how much you both want him, but his mouth is soon shut up by you getting in position to sit on his face.

He will be the last to refuse to be your seat, you're aware of that, so you're met with content little noises from the writer as you descend further down.

Arthur grips your thighs, his face practically cushioned in between, as he begins to eat you out with fervor.

You barely can keep up with Isaac's kisses, your mouth falling open in a groan again and again, thus gaining more access for Isaac's hot tongue to slip inside. Your hands are gently guided down under, to where Isaac's painfully hard cock stands, and he wraps your hands around it, prompting for you to give him some stimulation.

The orgasm comes crashing over your senses so soon, you don't know whether to curse or bless the playboy's abilities to use his mouth. Either way, he is content with his work, almost purring as he gently guides you off his face. You rest on his chest now, back arched so that your pussy is fully presented to him still, and he pushes his fingers inside, dragging them out, pushing them back in. He smears your wetness around, making sure your hole is prepared to take something bigger.

You're being moved by strong hands, almost in a haze, until you find yourself shoved face-first into the mattress by no other than Isaac. He barely can contain himself any longer, this much is clear by the way he thrusts his hips and rubs his cock on your slit, almost slipping inside each time.

At last he pushes in, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second. You inhale in the form of a moan, loving the way he fills you to the brim with his length.

"I'm not going to hold back…"

The words sound almost soft from him, and his needy tone is driving you insane.

"Don't. Please, Isaac, don't, give it all to me!"

As Isaac pounds you into the mattress, you fail to notice the tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of your eyes. It's Arthur's hand that gently wipes them away, and your eyelids flutter open to look at him.

Arthur smirks down at you, the word "lovely"written all over his face as he watches you get fucked hard by your boyfriend.

"Do you want Newt to come inside you? To coat your insides nice and warm?"

You make an unbelievably needy sound deep in your throat, trashing your head against the covers in the lack of better way to show your approval.

Arthur's chuckle has something dark to it, albeit still very loving, you can sense.

"You heard her, Newt. Give our dove what she wants."

Isaac groans, barely needing Arthur's encouragement as he keeps thrusting in and out, until his pace shatters and his hips buck and then still.Previously looming over you, now Isaac lets the weight of his orgasm pull him down, until he cages over your body with his own, his breath fanning over the back of your neck. You're seeing stars as he drags his hips in small thrusts, his hot release squirting inside you in copious loads.

You pant, helpless, having reached another peak in the meanwhile and not wanting to move an inch. It makes you pout when Isaac pulls out of you, albeit he makes sure to do it slowly.

"Don't make her wait, Arthur…"

You're left reduced to jelly, completely at your boyfriends' mercy as they change positions. You recognize Arthur's familiar touch on your spine, holding your waist so nicely with his sturdy hands.

You stick your ass a little more to him, pussy already clenching in anticipation for more. It's hardly shameful for you to be so needy for your boyfriends, surely not after all the things you've already done with them…

"Gonna fuck you so good, luv. Make you full of me."

This time it's Isaac's hand which touch you register upon your features, tucking locks of hair behind your ear. He's still collecting his breath on the bed beside you, resting on his side as he watches the two of you getting lost in the pits of pleasure.

Arthur groans a foul string of words telling you to take his load, as he slams his hips into yours, keeping it to slow but deep strokes as you moan out loud in another orgasm. Just as it begins to fade, Arthur ignites the fire inside you anew, his release spilling into your already slippery, overly stuffed insides. Still you feel it all, you feel it so damn well, you wonder if the rush of pleasure is the same orgasm you experienced or a whole new one.

Either way, the bliss soon overtakes all your senses. You're feeling on cloud nine; loved, fucked, light as a feather as you melt on the cozy bed.

Arthur pulls out with a small groan, giving a light smack to your ass just to hear another sweet noise from you. He then spreads your asscheeks apart, careful not to overstimulate you in any way, just so he could watch the aftermath of his and Isaac's releases dribble out of your well-used hole. It once again proves to be the hottest sight he's ever laid his eyes upon. He itches to just crash his face there and rain kisses on the soft flesh of your ass, your inner thighs, everything…

The need to lay down beats him to it, though, and he opts for rolling on your other side, mirroring Isaac. For a moment, there is silence, with soft small touches and kisses, and the sweet post-sex bliss. At some point you don't feel like turning your head to the side to see who joined you into starring at the ceiling, assuming from the way Isaac cuddled to your breasts that he is resting his eyes. Either way, you're the first to break the silence.

"We didn't get to decide on my outfit!"

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And now, of course the sweet tantalizing roll of Isaac's hips against your own is reminding you of events prior. Each time he does, your dress rides up a little higher, and it is Isaac's excuse to trail his hands over your hips to smooth it down on place. Yes, your boyfriends ended up picking… maybe not the flimsiest, but the shortest of your dresses, your hopes that the little distraction you three went through would sate their naughtiness, but alas. Oh, no, you don't mind, not at all.

You don't notice Arthur approaching until he is so close that you can make out his smirk even in the low light. He knows better than to try and speak over the music, but he doesn't need to, either - the darkened stare he gives is telling it all.

Even after acknowledging his presence, Isaac doesn't let go of you - quite the contrary. He doesn't want you whisked away so soon and pulls your body even closer.

Arthur moves behind you, another familiar perfume, this time Isaac's, registered by your senses.

It's brilliant how Arthur finds a way to steal you, guiding you away from Isaac's hold as if it is another dance step. Holding your hand by the wrist, he raises it up, prompting you to make a spin on his hold, and ends it up with arms crossing in front of your chest.

He reminds behind you, releasing his hold on you and then pulling you back closer, and it's a pity he doesn't get to see how much you're smiling. But he always reads you just fine without that, bodies continuing to move as one.

He rolls against your frame, similar to what Isaac was doing just moments ago. The fire deep inside you is lit anew, or maybe it hasn’t been put out the slightest - and now you're braver. You rise a hand over you, curling it behind Arthur's neck, and grab into his hair. He answers with another sweet roll of his hips, and you feel like your legs would just give up under the sweet pressure.

"Naughty", you perhaps imagine him saying, you're not exactly sure. But that's also what Isaac's gaze reads when you meet it again, and discover how close he is.

One thing you're convinced you've heard, is, "Let's get out of here", and it never sounded more promising.

Guilt is not even on the table, as much as you think it should be. You make a mental note to at least try and ensure the rest of the dates in the list go in a more innocent manner, but that's a thought for tomorrow. Now you have more fun to have, with the two people in world you love most, one of which should be teased juuuust a little bit for getting uncharacteristically wild at the club tonight, just for that nice apple-red hue to bloom on his cheeks.

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[madefate]

There's something almost - endearing about the way Stolas tries to make himself comfortable, and more of the tension melts away from Blitz's spine. He leans down, propping an elbow on his knee where he's still curled up on the arm of the couch, and hides the involuntary smile that springs to his lips behind his hand. Stolas is looking around - and Satan knows what he's thinking - but he hasn't said shit yet, hasn't given him a look, and Blitz exhales much more steadily.

❝ Ha, fuck yeah it is. You picked up on the really subtle signs ? ❞ When the attention turns to his daughter, Blitz drops his hand, his grin shifting from fond to amused, more open. Most of the signs - the written ones, the caution tape - she'd put up in the days after she'd moved in. But over the years she's taken to leaving notes for him, and even letting him tack up his doodles without ripping them down.

Progress, he supposes warmly.

Blitz watches Stolas' feathers ruffle and tilts his head to the side, his expression softening a little. He'd seen them at LooLoo Land - he's heard the way Stolas talks about her, how much she means to him, and if there's something he can deeply and immediately empathize with, it's the feeling of desperately reaching out and almost connecting as your kid pulls away. ❝ I - ❞ He draws the word out, waving a hand helplessly, ❝ - I'd say it's a phase, but I actually have no idea. I think it is ? She is still young. You're doin' good with her. ❞

There is no pretense in his voice - Blitz has made more than his fair share of mistakes, and he's never gotten over that fear buzzing in the back of his mind that he's destined to simply become his father - but this kind of stuff - parents and their kids - is much more important than his walls. He means it; Stolas is trying. Even he can see it.

Blitz has to chuckle again at Stolas reaction to the idea of shitty Imp City take out - yeah, even in these uncharted waters, Stolas is still Stolas. His eyes do light up at the idea of Stolas paying, his grin turning both exuberant and wolfish all at once. ❝ You better get that wallet of yours ready, Birdy, because I am so getting enough for leftovers. ❞ Not having to worry about dinner tomorrow - not having to worry about a splurge ? He's already on his phone, scrolling through the options, weighing each one against what he knows Stolas likes. - Rats not included, of course.

Do you sleep on this sofa ? The question catches him off guard, in his delight not to eat dinner alone - I mean, not to pay for dinner himself, obviously. He pauses midway to adding an assortment of dumplings to the cart and glances up - refusing to feel anything about the question. Along the way, he also doesn't answer it - not directly. It's kind of obvious anyway and it makes him feel something he doesn't want to confront.

❝ ... We, ... huh ? ❞ No - he hadn't considered that part of it, nor the idea of sleeping together. - Wait, does Stolas mean together, together? Blitz had assumed he'd come here out of distress or desperation - he hadn't been planning on sex tonight, and he doesn't know what to do with that question. For now, he tucks it away, glancing at the couch cushions, the way Stolas is already squeezing himself smaller despite only sitting up. ❝ - I can make something work. If I pull the bottom and back cushions off and get the extra pillows and blankets from the closet, I can set up something comfortable on the floor. Here - ❞ He shoves his phone in Stolas' face, certainly not avoiding anything.

❝ Add whatever you like, and you can pay from the phone. ❞ Blitz hops lithely off the arm of the couch, making a show of stretching and going to the narrow linen closet in the hallway to grab the extra bedding.

lithe figure looks a bit scrunched up on the imps sofa , but he tries to make it look natural as one long leg crosses the other. ( he's reminded of when he got into that disgusting van with blitz after their date went sour -- he had no need to travel by vehicle , but he'd wanted just a few moments longer with him. cramped as it was. ) he glances about , neck twisting farther than it should in either direction as he admires each little piece of his home. although quite used to his lavish manor , he finds he doesn't mind the quaint life blitz lives. maybe he's just romanticizing it all in his head , but he finds some semblance of calm here. quirk , if you will. all of it made blitz who he was -- showed parts of his mind stolas did not have access to. maybe he never would.

he does make note of the pictures of loved ones with blitz's face etched away. not to bring it up or use it against him , but just as ... something to fill in the holes of his perception of his lover. in the same way perhaps blitz has noticed the many , many posed paintings of stolas &* his family in the manor , or the large carnivorous plants stolas decorated with. just little details that made up much larger pictures of their lives.

❛ i take it that is loona's room , then ?   ❜ he nods toward the door with the signs plastered all over it , a fond smile tugging at his lips. ❛   it's kind of you ... to give her the room , i mean. i assume you do not share it , given the signage. ❜ he's never seen blitz take any photos in their , either. he'd remember. ❛ via values her privacy as well. perhaps not so ... aggressively ! yet , anyway. she's still young.   ❜ feathers ruffle a little as he thinks of his daughter &* her steps toward pushing him away more &* more.

the imps question draws a surprised little noise from the prince. a delighted grin splits across his face. ❛ ------ you're offering to feed me ?   wow , blitzy , i am honored. ❜ there's genuine awe in his voice mixed with playfulness. ordered or not , it was still quite a romantic gesture ! ❛ tell you what ; order your favorite food ! i'd love to try it. anything at all. i'll even pay !   ❜ he's letting him sleep here , after all. he deserved some payment for such a kindness.

a pause as he considers his own thoughts , gaze once more flickering around. ❛   do you sleep on this sofa ? ❜ he muses , one hand dropping down to the cushion to splay claws across the fabric. ❛   you don't have a bed ? ❜ he quirks his head curiously to one side , red eyes finding blitzo once more. ❛ i do appreciate you letting me stay , but where will we sleep , darling ?   ❜

[words-for-holland]

Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”