#poses at u im ready

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[sylebs]

MY HANDSOME CROW 🥺🖤🥀

[sankttealeaf]

Do u take comms for bender requests???

hi!!!

not at the moment 😭 i wouldn't even know where to start pricing them. BUT i do know a few people who do blender comms if you're interested??

maybe one day i'll bite the bullet and add them to my comms list but right now there's still a few bits i'm trying to work out how to do (colouring clothing grrr my worst enemy how i loathe you)

[confusionmeisss]

“𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫” 𝐠𝐟 - 𝐦. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

🫧 matt sturniolo x fem!reader

🫧 in which you play dress to impress with matt during one of his solo streams

🫧 fluff

🫧 1.4k words.

🫧 hi lovelies!! thank u so much for reading! i was playing dress to impress and i was like just thinking like when i say im a gamer this is what i mean. i play the silly fun games. so i wanted to write matt with a girl like that as well. i hope u enjoy!!!! much love!! <3 masterlist

You sat on the bed, back against the headboard and one headphone in your ear watching Matt play Fortnite. It could honestly get a little boring, but Matt was cute to look at when he got upset, so you persevered.

“Oh, yeah she’s right over here,” you hear Matt say with a chuckle. You look up from your hand where you were peeling a piece of nail polish off your finger to see him leaning over looking at you.

“Hi,” He says with a grin.

“Hello. Weren’t you just playing Fortnite?”

“Mhm. But they asked about you,” he says, pointing his thumb to where the Twitch chat is on his screen.

“Ah,” you let out, getting up from the bed, you make your way over to Matt and sit yourself down on his lap.

“Hey y’all,” you say with a wave. “How is everyone? I hope you’re behaving yourselves.”

You feel Matt place his chin on your shoulder as you're reading through chat.

“‘Where did you get that shirt?’ Well, thank you for asking mattsbabygirl33, I found it in the depths of Nick's closet. Swear that kid has too many clothes,” you answer with a small laugh.

“‘Thoughts on cuddling?’ I love cuddles! Matt and I alternate between big and little spoon throughout the week!”

“Don’t tell,” Matt grumbles, burying his face into your neck. You reach a hand up to run it through his hair.

“Sorry love,” you laugh.

“I think as penance you have to finally give in and play a game on stream.”

“Can I at least pick the game?”

“‘Course,” Matt says, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You grin and lean forward, placing your hands on the mouse and keyboard.

“Don’t look, I want it to be a surprise!”

“Ok,” you hear Matt chuckle as you click around, before you start typing, then more clicking.

“Alright! You can look now!”

“What,” Matt asks slowly, “are we playing exactly?” He’s eying the block model on screen with confusion, and it makes you giggle.

“Dress To Impress! It’s a game on Roblox! I play it all the time when it’s real slow at work.”

“Okay. How do we play?”

“So, well right now we’re in intermission, but once that’s over we’ll be given a theme, and then we’ll have to dress up to the theme, and then we’ll model and vote, and see who ranks in the end. Then we do it over again.”

“Okay, sounds easy enough.”

You smile as you look at the screen noticing intermission is gonna be over in six seconds.

You eagerly lean forward, placing your hand on the keyboard. Grinning once you see the theme pop up.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄

You got this in the bag. You practically grew up on Barbie.

You look over at Matt. “Ready?”

“Totally.”

You start moving your model around, making your way over to skirts to start off your look, going for the classic Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. Once you’ve chosen your skirt and changed the color to fuchsia, you start looking for a top, then move on to shoes, before moving on to accessories.

“You have two minutes left!” Matt informs you.

“Oh trust me that’s plenty of time,” You respond, making your way towards the salon section to do hair and makeup.

“Which blonde looks better?” You ask Matt, switching between the two colors.

“Second one.”

You nod. “I was thinkin the same.”

You click the spacebar and watch your model hop out of the chair before you make your way over to the skin tone changer.

As soon as your model hops out, the screen goes black and states that voting is about to start.

The first model starts walking down the car walk and stops to pose and for you to vote.

“What the hell?” Matt says. “They’re not even on theme!”

“Yeah, that happens a lot,” You say with a sigh, keeping the vote on one star.

You and Matt vote and commentate on the next few outfits before it’s your turn.

“Oh, it’s us!” You clap happily. “Ok we have to pose,” you add after, moving the mouse toward the poses.

“I wanna pick,” Matt says, reaching over, making you move your hand.

“You gotta be quick with it.”

“Got it,” he says. You watch as he clicks through the poses, his tongue peeking out a little in concentration.

“Oh, our turns up!”

“We were the last to go, so now we see the top three winners.”

You both watch the screen change to announce the top three, the both of you hoping to be up on the podium somewhere.

“What the fuck!?” Matt exclaims, throwing his hands up, his brows furrowing. “None of them were even on theme!”

“As it happens,” you sigh, scrolling to see where you ended up ranking. Sixth place out of eight.

“I wanna play again,” Matt decides. “But I wanna dress the model this time.”

“Alright,” you agree easily. “We'll just have to wait in intermission before we’re given a new theme.”

You feel Matt nod as he rests his head back on your shoulder as you start to undress your model.

“‘This is why I can’t play this game, it’s just filled with nine year olds who don’t understand the theme’ Yeah, I feel you,” you respond to the chat. “That’s why I only really play when it’s slow at work, cause then I can’t publicly get too pissed.”

You’re reading through the chat, seeing if there’s anything else you wanna respond to when Matt taps your thigh.

“Eight seconds,” he mutters.

“Well, you’re dressing to impress this round, so get your hands ready mister.”

His hands snake around you to land on the keyboard and mouse and as soon as they land the next theme appears on screen.

𝐘𝟐𝐊

“Oh this should be so easy!” You gasp. “All you have to do is channel your inner Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, even Tarayummy!”

“You’ve got this,” you say, placing an encouraging kiss on Matt’s cheek.

“Mhm,” he hums, concentrating on getting his model over to the shirts he seen you pass earlier.

As Matt moves around to dress his model, you start reading through the chat again.

“‘Matt’s concentration and commitment to such a silly game is honestly so cute wtf’ Yes yes, I would have to agree, cvntynickk,” you laugh.

“‘Y/N, we need you here more often so he plays more than just fortnite!’ Ah, that’s kind of you chappellswift, but I don’t wanna be intruding too much,” you respond with a shy smile.

“Never intruding,” Matt mutters.

You smile at that, but it won’t stop the feeling.

“‘How to have a relationship like Y/N & Matt, no borax no glue plsss’ Just find someone who treats you right and respects you and the rest should really fall into place,” you say with a smile.

“Done!” Matt says.

You look over at the game and let out a gasp.

“Matt you did really good!” You look over at him to grin at him brightly.

“Thanks,” he says with a shy smile and slightly reddening cheeks.

The screen changes and voting commences. You and Matt go through the same process as last time. You watch Matt carefully choose each rating like this is America's Next Top Model and not a silly Roblox game.

Once it’s time for the winners to be announced, you feel Matt sit up just that bit straighter, and you struggle to reign in your smile at how serious he’s taking this.

The top three are revealed and,

“What the fuck!” Matt yelps out. “This is bullshit! None of what they’re wearing is y2k at all!”

He reaches over to see where he ranked and you watch as he stops and sees he got fifth place.

“Fuck this,” Matt huffs, leaning back in his chair. “I’m done with this game.”

“Alright then drama queen,” you laugh, exiting out.

“Thank you for having me, but I’m gonna go and get a treat now because I need my daily dose of sugar. Hopefully Chris didn’t eat all the donuts,” you mutter, placing a kiss on Matt’s head as you get up; Matt trying to get you to stay but not too hard knowing how you get without your sugar dose.

You wave bye to chat as well. “Maybe you guys will see me next time.”

“I’m so in love with her,” Matt says quietly to chat, but you hear it as you close his bedroom door; it makes a giddy smile appear on your face.

[calicoheartz]

could you do dating Caitlin and when your out some girl recognizes her and asks for pictures and reader gets a lil jealous with smut?!?!?!

Envy’s Veil ; Caitlin Clark

꣑୧ — summary | Caitlin x jealous!reader

wc ; 1.4k

— warnings | NSFW under the cut ! praise (lots of it) so much sweet tension , teasing , fingering (r! receiving)

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : the time has finally arrived for my first ever smut fic 😈 pls forgive me as it is very light as im slowly easing myself into it , buuut i hope u guys enjoy ! ◡̈

After a week of long practices and conflicting schedules, you and Caitlin decided to take some time and unwind at a local bar. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing in the background, and the sound of chatter and laughter filling your ears around you. You found a cozy booth in the corner and settled in, simply enjoying the time with your girlfriend, grateful at the opportunity to spend time with her.

As you sipped your respective drinks and continued your conversation, the brunettes eyes widened in recognition, as you saw a young woman excitedly approach your table from the corner of your eye.

“Oh my gosh! Caitlin Clark right??” the woman exclaimed, her phone already out and grasped around her hand, ready for a selfie.

Caitlin smiled softly, nodding slightly, “thats me, would you like a picture?”

The woman nodded eagerly, wrapping her arm around your girlfriend's waist and Cait stood up to pose with her. You watched from the booth, a small pang of jealousy tugging at your heart. You knew Cait was just being friendly, but you couldn't help but feel a tad bit overprotective over her. I mean, that was YOUR girlfriend, and the woman was practically throwing herself at her ???? But you couldn't help but feel a little bit insecure.

You kindly offered to take their picture, and it ended as quickly as it started. The woman gave a quick thank you, before rushing back to the booth where her friends were. But even after it was all over, you still couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity and jealousy.

Caitlin, noticing something was off, as the evening continued you seemed quiet, almost as if something was on your mind. She grabs your face, caressing your cheek softly, her other free hand wrapping her fingers against yours. She softly whispers , “hey, is everything ok?”

You give her a small, but doubtful smile. Reassuring her you were okay and just tired. For the rest of the night, you were anxiously attached to her at the hip. Whether it was asking for a few kisses every now and then, or asking to hold her hand, this definitely made the brunette aware that you were in fact, not okay. And that beneath the surface there was something bothering you, she just couldn’t figure out what.

Eventually, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the bar’s exit, and proceeded to drive the both of you back to your shared apartment. Among the confusement, you simply figured that the brunette had caught onto your message. But obviously you yourself were never going to mention it, it wasn’t typically like you to get jealous, plus it really wasn’t that big of a deal. All you wanted right now was to go home, get into bed, and forget that it ever even happened.

Well…that isn’t what happened.

As soon as you got home, you proceeded with your everyday nighttime routine. Beginning to slowly slip off your heels, and beginning to remove your jacket. You hadn’t really spoken much to Caitlin during the drive, and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted her to know was how badly you wanted her to show you that she was yours, and obviously that you were even jealous to begin with.

Caitlin on the other hand, noticed your behavior (to be fair, you didn’t even try to hide it), and how you also hadn’t said anything during your drive back home. She wasn’t sure exactly how to make sure you were okay, as to her knowledge; you rarely acted like this.

You made your way to the living room and plopped onto the corner of the couch, with Caitlin following right behind you. She took a deep sigh before breaking the silence, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” your eyes widened at her sudden comment, as your fingers found their way to the hem of your blouse, you started fiddling with it slightly, only giving her a small pout in reply.

The brunette noticed this, and it immediately all clicked.

Oh. that’s why you were acting weird.

As soon she took note of this, she quickly scooched closer to you, wrapping her arms around your figure and burying her face in your neck, leaving small kisses over the piece of skin. A small moan escaped from your lips as a surprise at the sudden contact, Caitlin began tracing sweet shapes on the inside of your thigh, as she slowly whispered, “why don’t i show you how much you really mean to me, yeah?”

You nodded your head slightly, taken completely aback by her statement. But the idea of Caitlin doing anything to you in general is enough to have you completely soaked. She gently lifted you up, carrying you from the living room and into your shared bed, and softly putting you down. She had a feral look in her eye, but you knew deep down she would take good care of you. She tugged at the beautiful black fitted dress you were wearing, waiting for your approval to remove it, once she got it; she wasted no time slowly unzipping the back and gently slipping it off you. Caitlin had begun to feel your entire body, running her finger tips up and down your arms, slowly itching her way down your sides, before the began rubbing the inside of your thighs again.

You allowed a small whimper to leave your mouth at Cait’s free hand sliding down your exposed stomach, her lips kissing your neck and jawline as she allowed her fingers to wander closer and closer to your aching core.

“Do you want me to touch you here, my sweet girl?” she hummed into you, the special spot on your neck vibrating. You let out a light, but breathy moan. “Yes please, cait.” you said back, watching as her hand rested teasingly on your pussy. Your words seemed to have been good enough for her, as her palm lifted up, fingers feeling around for a certain nub.

You let out a pornographic moan when she briefly brushed against it, purposefully trying not to touch you at first. Your eyes were hazed with want, watching her long and slender fingers touch you, and only you while she sucked and kissed at your neck.

“Here?” she asked, as she slowly circled your clit with her thumb, pressing down on the nub while doing so. You let out a gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure. Your breath hitched as you let out a desperate plea for more. Two of her fingers joined together to rub you, her fingers working slowly and softly. Carefully rubbing your clit, up and down, side to side. Playing with it, toying with you-

She smiled smugly, giving you the most delicate kiss on your lips. As soon as she accumulated enough of your slick on her fingers, she wasted no time slowly prodding at your entrance, slipping 2 fingers into your core, as she listened for your reaction. She didnt have to listen very hard, as the moan you let out left her own wetness pooling in between her thighs.

Caitlin studied your face, observing the way it contorted from both the plain and pleasure, giving you enough time to adjust to the sudden pleasure before slowly pumping her fingers in and out, before quickening her pace.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she whispered sweetly, not taking her eyes off of you. “Look at you, taking me so well, just like a good girl should.”

She begins to tease you slightly, slowing her pace down and slowly rubbing your clit, but shes pushing her fingers so deep that you have to screw your eyes shut.

Caitlin knows youre sensitive, melting at slightest touch, you can feel your insides slowly begin to squeeze around her fingers, indicating that youre close.

“Yes just like that baby, come on, youre almost there” she whispers, “such a good girl, do you wanna cum on my fingers?” she asks teasingly. You eagerly nod your head, words not even daring to come our of your mouth due to the immense pleasure that youre feeling.

Your buried your head into her shoulder as you reached your high, your sweet cries muffled by the fabric of her shirt. She held her fingers in your for a couple of seconds, helping you through your orgasm; before carefully sliding them out. Your entire body shivering at the mere absence of them.

She smirked proudly, slowly bringing her fingers to her mouth before sucking them clean. A ritual she does after every time she makes you finish with her fingers.

She pulled you into a hug, kissing your head softly, “You did so good for me, good job baby”, as she gently rubbed circles onto your back.

“If that does show you how much i want you, then Im not sure what will”

omg wait that was lowkey…ok miss camiii 🫣👀 , anywhooo not sure how I feel about writing nsfw , but I will definitely keep it in mind for the future. As always , tysm for reading !

[bat-gwuck]

Okay so this is my entry for @drizzledrawings competition!! Get ready for a whole ass fucking wall of text…whoopsie!!

anyway drizzle i love u and ur cowbians they me goofy-grin-on-my-face-kicking-my-feet happy — u and ur art are such an inspiration mwah!!

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I present to you my entry: Adelaide Forsythe – a travelling scholar and astronomer who’s shifter form is a magpie!

So, starting off with the animal choice. I chose a magpie for two reasons: one, I’m a bird nerd and two, I felt like the symbolism attached to magpies really fit her character??

As a member of the Corvidae family, Magpies are known for being quite intelligent, as well as having a love for shiny objects (get it, get it, she’s a scholar and she loves stars which are SHINY…I’m so smart guys)

BUT BUT BUT there’s a lot of folklore attached to them which I thought was also fitting – my Mum is like *really* superstitious and growing up she always had me salute magpies and you had to ask how its “wife” was doing if it was on its own bc (apparently) if you didn’t you’d be inviting bad luck – there’s a little song/poem that goes “one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told” so the idea is that if you see a lone magpie its an ill omen so you salute it n stuff to ward all that away bc you don’t have to salute a pair of magpies

Or maybe its just smth my Mum does idk BUT ANYWAY

I thought I could play with this a little bc in some cultures magpies are acc seen as signs of good luck and fortune, which brings me to Adelaide: she is an academic in an untamed land, an outsider among both frontier folk and the scholars who dismissed her, she longs for scientific recognition, yet finds freedom outside of its rigid institutions, she is a woman in a world that has no clear place for her—too independent for England’s high society and yet too refined for the lawless frontier. Like the magpie, she adapts, moving in a space that both welcomes and rejects her.

THEN, you have the “seven for a secret never to be told” which I felt was fitting for a shifter who doesn’t want to be found out AND THEN the “three for a girl, four for a boy” fit a bit as well, as she often poses as a man to further her academic pursuits (bit a stretch, maybe?? but idc im rolling with it)

In addition, magpies were almost hunted to extinction because people were so afraid of them, which I felt also fit with her place as not just a woman, but a woman in academia AND a shifter who’s trying her best not to get found out and skinned or smth. They’re ALSO associated with witchcraft, which fits too!!

Anyway enough about magpies, onto the actual character lmao.

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Adelaide’s defining trait is her insatiable curiosity. She is a woman who cannot look at the night sky without wondering what lies beyond it, who cannot hear a folk tale without questioning its origins, who cannot witness an injustice without demanding to know why the world is the way it is. She does not simply observe the world—she dissects it. Whether it’s the trajectory of a comet or the migration of birds, she sees patterns and logic in everything. Even when confronted with superstition, she doesn’t scoff outright—she analyzes, compares, and tries to understand why people believe what they do.

She does not downplay her knowledge for the comfort of others. When a man tries to explain something she already knows, she listens politely for about ten seconds before cutting him off with a far more detailed explanation. Her sharp tongue has made her enemies in both academic circles and the rugged frontier. She is rather exacting in her speech, rarely mincing her words. She dislikes vague statements, preferring specificity in all things. When others say "a bright star," she responds with, "Do you mean Sirius, Betelgeuse, or Vega?" This can make her seem arrogant, though in truth, she simply values accuracy. Besides, if anyone has earnt the right to be a bit arrogant, Adelaide would say it’s her.

Yet, for all her logic, there is an undercurrent of childlike wonder beneath her nose-stuck-in-a-book personality. The moment she gazes through her telescope, or rides the wind bathed in starlight, all pretense falls away, and she becomes a child staring at the heavens for the first time again.

Adelaide has always been an outsider, whether in Oxford’s elite intellectual circles or the rugged towns of the West. She does not belong to any one world, and she has long since given up trying to fit in. While she values solitude, there is a quiet ache of loneliness beneath her independence. She spends many nights staring at the sky, comforted by its constancy, yet knowing that the stars cannot speak back to her. In Oxford, she was too bold, too opinionated, too unwilling to be a wife first and a scholar second. In the West, she is too refined, too intellectual, too ignorant of the ways of outlaws and bounty hunters. She is always “too much” or “not enough” for the world around her.

Adelaide does not easily trust others, not just because of her “little secret”. She has met too many people who have either underestimated her or tried to use her intelligence for their own gain. When she does form connections, she values them deeply, though she often struggles to express this in words. Instead, she shows her care through small, practical gestures. Yet, despite her walls, there are moments—rare but profound—when someone earns her trust, and the walls crack just enough for light to slip through.

She keeps meticulous journals filled with astronomical calculations, weather patterns, and folk stories she gathers from the people she meets. Her saddlebags are filled with star charts, old books, and curious trinkets.

Once she sets her mind to something, she will not be dissuaded. If someone tells her a mountain is impossible to climb, she will reach the peak just to prove them wrong. It is both her greatest strength and her biggest flaw.

She has little patience for those who exploit others, whether it be a professor stealing credit for a woman’s discovery or a wealthy rancher cheating his workers. She does not take kindly to men who assume they can buy her loyalty or silence.

Though she claims she prefers to stay out of trouble, she has a habit of stepping in when someone is being mistreated. She does not pick fights often, but when she does, her words cut deeper than bullets. Adelaide does not resort to violence unless absolutely necessary, but she will ruin a man’s reputation, expose a fraud, or leave damning evidence where the right people can find it. She believes in the long game – vengeance is best served cold, calculated, and with irrefutable proof. She did learn some things from her upper class upbringing, after all.

Beneath her sharp intellect and hardened exterior, Adelaide has a deeply buried, fragile softness – one she rarely allows herself to indulge. She denies being sentimental, yet she cannot help but stop to admire a field of wildflowers or the way the Milky Way stretches across the sky. She has a poetic way of describing the cosmos, though she would never call herself a poet. Though she claims she does not care for fame, a small part of her fears that when she is gone, her work will be erased, her name lost. She has spent her life chasing knowledge, but in the quietest moments, she often wonders if anyone will remember her.

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Born in 1871 in Oxford, England, Adelaide Forsythe was the only child of Dr. Reginald Forsythe, a respected academic who specialised in mathematics and astronomy, and Margaret Forsythe, a woman of high social standing whose primary concern was ensuring her daughter’s successful integration into elite society. While Margaret sought to mold Adelaide into a proper young lady—one who would marry well and host extravagant dinner parties—Reginald saw his daughter’s keen mind and indulged her curiosity, albeit discreetly.

The Forsythe line carried old magic, ancient and restless, passed down in blood and bone. It was not the magic of spells or incantations, but of transformation—of slipping between forms, of becoming something other, something free.

Adelaide had been standing on the balcony of their estate, staring up at the night sky, when a sudden pull overtook her. Her skin burned, her bones ached, and before she could cry out, the world tilted. The next thing she knew, she was plummeting through the air — not falling, but flying. Tiny wings beat frantically as instinct overrode panic, and she soared above the rooftops, free in a way she had never known before.

And then she crashed, hard, into a chimney stack and tumbled ungracefully to the ground.

Her mother found her shivering in the garden at dawn. There were no screams, no hysteria — only a cold stare, a tight grip on Adelaide’s wrist, and a warning whispered with more force than any slap:

"You will never do that again. Do you understand me?"

Frightened by her parent’s stories of torture, death and other such things, Adelaide was keen to agree with her mother.

But nature does not forget so easily.

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As a young girl, Adelaide would sneak into her father’s study late at night, pouring over his scientific texts by candlelight. The first time she glimpsed Saturn’s rings through a telescope at the age of ten, she was transfixed. The chaos and expectations of human society seemed so small compared to the great, unending vastness that was the universe. She devoured every book she could find, often pestering her father’s academic colleagues with endless questions during social gatherings.

Her precocious nature made her an outlier among other girls her age. She had no interest in embroidery, courtship, or fashionable gossip. When she was fifteen, her mother caught her sneaking into her father’s lectures disguised in her brother’s old coat and hat. Furious and humiliated, Margaret demanded her father put an end to her academic pursuits, fearing that no reputable man would ever marry a woman who thought herself equal to scholars. But Reginald, torn between duty to his wife and pride in his daughter’s intellect, found a compromise — he arranged private lessons with an old friend, Professor William Crenshaw, one of the foremost astronomers of the era.

By the age of twenty, Adelaide was unofficially assisting at a local observatory, analyzing star catalogs, observing planetary movements, and even drafting papers under her brother’s name (Adam, who had wholeheartedly agreed to the plan) to bypass gender restrictions in scientific publishing. She developed a reputation for being fiercely intelligent but also unyielding, unwilling to temper her opinions for the comfort of her male peers.

Her greatest challenge, however, was not the task of unravelling the mysteries of the universe but the narrow minds of her peers. While some admired her brilliance, others saw her presence as a scandalous threat. When a comet she helped chart was credited to a male assistant instead of her, Adelaide protested openly. “If a woman’s eyes can see as far as a man’s, then her name should reach just as far,” she argued. Her defiance earned her both admiration and ire.

In 1891, her growing reputation secured her an invitation to travel westward to Lemoyne to observe a rare solar eclipse. This would be her first real taste of life beyond the confines of academia and upper class English society.

Lemoyne was unlike anything Adelaide had ever known—rugged, lawless, and ungoverned by the rigid structures she was so used to back home. The journey was treacherous; the expedition was plagued by broken equipment, aggressive wildlife, and even an attempted robbery by outlaws. Adelaide, having never fired a gun in her life, was nearly helpless, relying on the protection of local guides and her quick wit to survive.

Despite the hardships, she made her way to the observation site and witnessed the total eclipse—a perfect black void swallowing the sun, a fleeting moment of cosmic wonder. As she gazed at the event through her telescope, surrounded by untamed wilderness instead of university halls, something within her shifted. The American West was a world of mystery and discovery in its own right, she thought.

When she returned to England, she found herself restless. The constraints of her life now felt suffocating.

It was misfortune that eventually spurred her onwards. During a risky midnight flight, Adelaide had injured her wing, and as such, was stuck in her form for a while. A colleague of hers had found her near the University and had taken it upon himself to care for her — much to her horror, and her gratitude. Adelaide had hoped to escape before he found out but it was not to be. Upon finding not a freshly healed magpie, but a grown woman in his kitchen, the man understandably freaked out. He threatened to expose her secret — stating that she was to step down from her post if she wanted to (quite literally) save her skin.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Adelaide set out for the Americas once again — this time alone. With nothing but a collapsible brass telescope, a collection of notebooks, and a revolver she barely knew how to use, she sailed westward, determined to document the night sky from places few had ever studied before.

She traveled from town to town, funding her journey by selling star charts, lecturing at any schools that would take her (which were few and far between), as well as a sizeable fund from her father, who had helped her flee. She often sought out high ground, camping alone in the mountains or vast plains, sketching the heavens by firelight.

But the frontier was dangerous, and a woman traveling alone is easy prey, especially one of “her kind”. She learned to navigate both the celestial sphere and the lawless lands beneath it. She bribed hunters to look the other way, outwitted charlatans who sought to take advantage of her, and, after a close brush with a gang of highwaymen in New Austin, reluctantly learned how to use her revolver. Though not a natural fighter, she became adept at using her intellect to survive, talking her way out of most trouble before bullets were needed.

By 1899, the world was changing. The frontier was vanishing, swallowed by railroads and industry. Scientific institutions back east were growing in prestige, but still refused to fully recognize women.

Eleanor found herself caught between multiple worlds — too independent for the constraints of academia, too refined for the lawless plains of the West and too wild, too different for all of them.

She had spent years mapping the stars, but her greatest challenge remained: carving out a place where she, and her work, could live and be remembered.

She would never be a wife waiting at home, nor a delicate lady confined to parlors and polite conversation. Nor would she be held down and restrained because of the blood that ran through her veins.

She was a scholar, an explorer, a collector of knowledge and forgotten stories. A woman with a revolver in one hand and a telescope in the other, chasing the stars and riding the wind before the West faded into memory.

Because the world will change, the frontier will disappear, and one day, even the names of its greatest outlaws will be forgotten.

But the stars will remain. And so will she.

Either way, Adelaide would continue to look skyward, seeking answers in the infinite dark.

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Okay so that’s the end (so far)!! Hope you enjoyed!! I might expand on her and give her some friends (maybe even a girlfriend…heh) later but idk??

P.S. Adelaide would def be besties with that palaeontologist you meet who gives you that dino bone quest

[my-jukebox]

hihi! i have a obey me request that i thought of after reading the hug headcanons w the brothers post you made!! (it was REALLY nice btw <3 i loved it!)

what about mc coming home after a tiring day at RAD and mammon just hugs them n they just have a cute fluffy moment …or!! mammon coming home after a tiring day at RAD, and mc just hugs him n again they have a cute fluffy moment, any of the two are fine since they’re both so cute!! im gonna leave the choice up to ya, cant wait too see what u write <3

- 🃏 anon! :3

I'm so glad you loved the previous post. I brainstormed my best here and tried to make it longer so forgive me if it's not up to the mark. Also God it took so long, I'm sorry.

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), and Mammon.

"Mammon, towards the light!"

The photographer said as Mammon turned towards the light, maintaining his pose. He had been going for hours together with only a ten minute break every hour.

"Majolish is gonna love these pics. Great job today!" was all Mammon heard before he rushed to his studio room and removed his makeup. He looked so tired, to the point where he should've considered getting Asmo to keep the people at bay.

He took deep breaths and finally got some shut eye until—

"Mammon, the next shot is ready!"

"Ahh shit, here we go again!"

Mammon headed out the room and watched as the studio began filling up with multiple models who he was supposed to pose with.

'This is gonna be draining!' He thought as he was being dressed and practically, dragged by his photographer on the stage.

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The lecture seemed never ending. The professor kept talking about Latin phrases for spells and potions but all you could think about was sleep.

"(Y/N)?" The teacher called out.

"(Y/N)!?" She repeated.

"Yeah!!"

"Are you zoning out? Please pay attention or else you'll fail the midterms."

"Yes, ma'am"

The teacher nodded her head at you and went back to teaching some spells again. You couldn't be bothered. You'd just have to pull up another study session with the brothers again, it seems.

The minute the bell rang, you got up from the bench, refusing to greet anybody as you made your way to the House of Lamentation.

Upon reaching back home, you entered your room to find Mammon asleep on your bed. You gently shook him.

"Mammon, are you alright? It's pretty rare to find you here of all places." You said, voice laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I'm just so tired. When I tell ya' I was like a prisoner there, I'm not kiddin'!!" He said as he looked up at you. He had absolutely no energy left in him.

"There?" You asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

"The modelling studio. Those stupid, little ahhhh.....they weren't letting me rest." He said, clearly annoyed with how his entire day went. You chuckled at his little rage towards his workers before throwing your bag on the floor and removing your shoes, making your way towards the bed.

"Aww baby don't worry. You wanna....cuddle?" You asked him as you watched his cheeks get flushed with different shades of red.

You laughed and opened your arms wide for him. He scowled but still laid down on your chest as you massage his head gently. This moment was all you needed. Especially after a day like this.

"How was your day?" He said softly, so as to not disturb the peaceful moment.

"Eh. You weren't there in class so it wasn't the best." He grinned widely at you response.

"Of course it wasn't the best. The Great Mammon promises to never leave you alone again."

"I'll hold you on that promise."

You hear a low rumble from Mammon, indicating that he was chuckling. You hug him even tighter, never wanting to let go. As you both cuddled, you found yourself finally content and at peace after such an awful day.

And so, you both stayed up the entire night; talking, laughing, joking about everything and nothing at the same time. The night began to fade slowly as you both found yourselves with each other once again, cherishing the eventful moments of closeness as the world outside was asleep.

I finally did it. i got a conclusion at last!

~Masterlist~

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!

[faithst]

idk if u do like .. quick little cutie drabbles but omg have you seen all of matthews rizz videos omg ??? HES SO ADORABLEEE😭 AND THE HASHTAGS HE PUTS “#i’mnotputtingthephonedown” AND THEN THERES JUST SO MANY CLIPS OF HIS RIZZ JOKES.

ok um point is, matthew trying to use his super cool super good super awesome rizz on you but gets sad when it doesn’t work😔 im not very elaborate but do what you wanna !!! IVE JUST BEEN SEARCHING FOR A WRITER FOR DAYS AND I LIKE UR WRITING SO !!!

also meant to ask abt becoming an anon .. idk if you do that either but lmk !! if you do can I be 🍀 ?!?!?! THANK UUU💗

LMAO PLS YEAH I’VE SEEN THE TIKTOKS

i get second-hand embarrassment sometimes and be like ‘ok scroll and pretend nothing happened.’ AND YES YOU MAY BE 🍀 ANON !! i hope this is what you meant by cute lil’ drabbles 🫶

matthew would have his phone out ready to play some sick music after he drops the bomb on you

“if i could rearrange the alphabet, i would put ‘u’ and ‘i’ together, aha ha.” *sticker by nct 127 starts playing*

and then you stare at him for a good minute as he poses throughout the music

he’s lipbiting and swiping his hair back and stuff 😭😭

it doesn’t matter the time or location, he will take any opportunity he gets

he has pickup lines picked out for the next day and he even practices on his friends first

he gets suuuuper pouty when you don’t react because he put real effort into damaging his dignity for you

“say somethingggg.” literally will whine all day if you don’t give him the reaction he wants

might post them on his own priv tiktok and makes it a series like ‘rizzing up my partner day 508’

and in every video, you’re there with your hand covering your face in embarrassment

but you still find him cute in all his efforts!!

[luvhughes43]

crazy over you | jack hughes x reader

luvhughes43 masterlist🌷

request: I love your blackpink fc trevor insta edit!!! what about y/n whose sibling is a famous kpop idol and she ends up dating jack? maybe she could be mark lee’s sister, nct had a concert at newark a while ago!!

ynuser just posted !

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ynuser ready for the show🪩✨

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fanone she’s going to the show??🥹🥹

fantwo queen supporting her brother🫶

yourbff she changed her outfit immediately after these photos were taken btw

ynuser stop exposing me😭😭

yourotherbff it’s true she’s now wearing an nct shirt she turned into a crop top and some jeans !

yourbff and some sparkly boots !

ynuser okay okay we get it !!

“yn! were going to be late you don't need any more pictures!” your friend shouted as she started walking ahead of you. at the rate you were going you were going to miss the beginning of your brothers show. 

“just a few more just-” you yelped loudly as you felt someone's shoulder hit you. you stumbled, and your camera hit the ground with a clatter. before you could comprehend what was happening a hand was against your shoulder helping you to steady yourself.

“I’m so sorry!” a guy apologized, reaching down to retrieve your camera for you. 

“it’s okay” you replied a little disoriented as you reached out to grab your camera from him. “i should've been looking to where i was going”

“were you taking pictures?” the guy asked.

“Yn!” your friends voice shouted at you as she was now even further away.

your head turned to your friends voice and jack must’ve caught on to your situation because he offered to take some quick photos for you. you posed, and jack snapped away, both of you not saying much.

“my apology,” he said to you as he handed your camera back to you. 

you smiled in response. “thank you. I’m-”

“YN LN! I swear if you're not walking up these stairs!” your friends voice reverberated throughout the staircase. 

“I’ve gotta go! thank you!” your voice was loud as you ran the rest of the way up the stairs to meet your friend. you could hear the unnamed mans laugh echo throughout the staircase. “im jack by the way!” you heard him yell.

“THANKS JACK!” you yelled back as your friend grabbed you by the arm and began pulling you along. 

notification [instagran]: jackhughes has followed you

Instagram DMS:

ynuser: hey stranger

jackhughes: hey girl with the camera

ynuser hearted a message

ynuser: how did u find my insta?

jackhughes: your friend almost shattered my eardrum when she screamed your name so i just gave it a shot on here

ynuser: LMAOO😭 we were running late for a concert

jackhughes: haha that makes sense then! it sucks that you were late but i liked getting to meet you

ynuser: even with my friend nearly shattering your eardrum?

jackhughes hearted a message

jackhughes: even then

ynuser hearted a message

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ynuser last night in newark❤️‍🔥

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jackhughes no 📸 credits ?

ynuser thank you stranger👍

hugheswh0re now why was he taking pics of this girl...

hockeyfan hugheswh0re because hes a normal person and is allowed to be friends with people ??

yourbff had the best time and SOMEBODY met the cutest person too🤭

ynuser i dont recall meeting any cute people🤔

yourbff like u weren't blushing and giggling all the way home...

ynuser I WASNT WTF !!!

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yourbrother ynuser THE RING??

ynuser is an accessory !

yourbrother lets keep it that way❤️

brothersfan protective activated🤣❤️

ynuser stranger🥲💘

jackhughes danger😈🔥

ynuser 😐 ok

trevorzegras congrats man🔥🔥

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yourbff CUTEST EVER ! I PREDICTED THIS RELATIONSHIP !

trevorzegras can u predict our relationship?😇

yourbff 😐😐

fanthree SHES DATING AN NHL PLAYER??? OMG????

jacksfuturegf86: WHY? WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME?? PLEASE JACK THIS ISNT YOU! THIS ISNT YOU LOOK AT ME BABY PLS🙏🙏

from then on you and jack continued to dm each other until you eventually went out on a few dates. you were honestly surprised by how well the two of you got along. you were forever grateful for your brothers show in newark and for the fact that you were running late<3

[baldeslut]

HEYYY HOW ARE YOUU!?!?? I will give you a requestt Can you do where the reader[his Gf] and Alejandro are doing matching outfits a week long and these posting it on sociales media or sum Maybe secret and fans go crazy about it finding it cute adorable ect. TAKE YOURE TIME BÉBÉ AND FINALLY SOME ONE WHO WRITES BALDE LUVV YOUU WITH MY ♥️♥️

HIIII im good thank u for asking😙 here u go!!

Matching

Warnings: none :)

It's nearing your 6 month anniversary dating Alejandro and he wanted to bring you out for the whole week until you guys' anniversary on Thursday

"Amor, I have some new clothes for you. Come try them on"

He dumps out whole bunch of clothing that almost looked the same. There was A LOT of it, knowing that your boyfriend was spoiling you with his money. You widened your eyes as you looked back up to him.

"Ale! This is too much for me!" You giggled as you ran your hands along the pile of clothes

"No amor! It for the both of us missy. For the whole week" Alejandro smiled as he picked up a shirt and a pair of jeans from the pile. "This will look so good on you bebe" He held the shirt infront of your torso as you chuckled at the huge smile on his face. He paired up all the clothes and put his to the side, you found a cute blue top that Alejandro knew you'd love.

"Can I try it on amor? I love this top as much as i love you" Alejandro blushed as he nodded

"Try all of them on amor, you look stunning"

You gave Alejandro a fashion show for about 30 minutes, you can tell he really enjoyed it. He hummed as you finished on the last set of clothes as he said a breathy ‘wow’. He walked closer as he tightly hugged you, your face engraved in his neck as he kissed your forehead.

“Lets rest up bebé, we will be out a lot tomorrow. I dont want you to be tired.” He frowned as he went to the washroom to change into his pjs to sleep. You changed into your pjs too as you flopped into bed with him.

“I love you bebé, rest well. I love you” Alejandro says as his breath hitched against the back of your neck.

“I will sleep well as long as im in your arms, I love you too Ale”

He spooned you as both of you guys dozed off to sleep.

You woke up to him waiting in the living room all ready, you thought you were late so you ran back to the room to quickly get ready.

“Amorrr, don’t be in a rush I’ll wait for you” he says giggling at you. You find the matching clothes hanging on the chair as you fix your hair, brush your teeth etc. “I’ll take a pic before we leave” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you, posing in the mirror. He posted it to his story with the text ‘mi amor🫶🏾💕’ and soon enough his phone was blowing up with notifications. You both were wearing a black hoodie with khaki cargo pants and air force 1s. His hand squeezed onto yours as you walled down the street going to the ice rink because he knew you loved to skate.

“But you don’t know how do skate bebé!?” I exclaimed as he pointed to the ice rink.

“Hmm maybe you will teach me then!” He giggles as you pouted. You both walk inside to find a pair of skates. He hands you his phone to take a pic of him falling down and laughing.

You post it on his story without him knowing with the caption ‘😭’

After an hour you guys went back to you guy’s place to rest up. Alejandro whispered into your ear reminding that both of your anniversaries are tomorrow. You nodded at his remark as his face was washed with pure excitement. You picked up your phone to set an alarm, you needed to get ready early, maybe even before Alejandro wakes up.

The alarm has woken you up as you drop out of bed, still tired you splash your face with cold water to wake yourself up. Alejandro would usually wake up 30 minutes later, at 8:00. You had your makeup and skincare done as well as your hair. You picked out a short black dress that would contrast along with Alejandro’s black button up and jeans.

He woke up seeing you on your phone, laying down on the couch as you smiled at him. He immediately blushed as he said

“Well someone is excited today, but i think im missing something. hmm?”

You rushed to your feet as you showered him in kisses all over his face. His skin felt blazing hot as your face brushed against his after you pulled away from his face. On his face was a huge smile as his eyes illuminated from the light.

He got back from his room, all ready and dressed as he asked me

“How do i look bebé?”

“I think you look so handsome, always”

He ran up to you as his arms wrapped around you. You held his hand as you got out of the house and celebrated your anniversary.

He posted a picture of him holding holding flowers on his insta captioned

“THE LOML🫶🏾🤞🏾💕💕”

The notifs blew up on the both of your phones as the day started to set.

@alejandrobalde.fanpage: OMGGG

@y/nxbalde: what a gentleman🥹

@fp_balde: so cuteee

@edibalde_: hermanitooo😏😏

@ansufati: lil bro is growing up🙏🏾

The both of you sat at a nearby shore as the soothing sounds of the waved and both of your laughs collided.

<3333

A/N it took me a while to write this cz im hashtag unmotivated😒 hoped u enjoy reading<3

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 155 spoilers n thoughts below cut etc u know the drill

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bug when u lift a rock

i love when he has lil soft smileys like this theyre his best look heehee

THIS IS WHAT MY BRAIN WAS MELTING OVER EARLIER TODAY BTW. IM GOING INSANE

THIS HAD ME SHIVERING . TREMBLING LIKE A WET CAT. "when someone really misses another person... they might meet again here." GHH . HGGGGG AAAAAHHH

ok sorry uh. i dont have much insight this time around im just going insane over it,,, a place that represents happy memories and promises to stay together and yet suho has returned here, unable to hold onto both without the ache of loss bc his parents r gone AAAGGHHHG AA

how cruel how cruel how cruel,,, cruel reminders of what he can never return to,,, WHICH MAKES HIM SAYING "i already met my family." SOOO HEARTACHE TO ME

ok sorry im jumping ahead a bit but yeah suho feeling at home as a frontera and moving forward, beyond the memories and the past,,, im gonna THROW UP what the FUCK

ok bouncing back to some sillies this ep LOL

A MAN ON A FUCKING MISSION 😭 LLOYD U MONSTER HAHAA javier being happy that lloyds back to his motivated self tho makes me so happy WEEHEEHEE

ALSO JAVIER IMMEDIATELY BECOMING SOCMED FAMOUS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA honestly the ppl who r taking pics. so real. me too. i can only imagine how insanely pretty javier would b if he was in our world,,, his protagonist-level good looks are dimensional constants .

i am a little bit confused as to why javier said this considering he was so ready to bring lloyd back at all costs when they first got here? mmm maybe his worries were quelled when they were taking the mountain trail to the tower? im not quite sure,,, maybe i missed smth

ALSO HIS FRIEND OMGGG

IM SO GLAD WE GOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN hes working construction now too!!! wahoo!!! hes still got that face tho lol

OH OH AND THE COP CHASE RIGHT

javier folding the clothes is so silly hes such a good lil guy 😭 vs lloyd just leaving them scattered LMAOOO it was nice of them to leave a note n the gold for the cop guys tho!!

i also liked that the cops kept fucking posing thru out the whole ep HAHAHA ive never seen jjba but its like jjba level posing theyre so silly

AND FINALLY YAA THEY GOT ALL THE MATERIALS SECURED

i rlly liked javiers lil "!!" at the bottom here HEHEHE

so so happy they got the stuff!!!! restoration of fate can SUCK AN EGG THEYRE GONNA BEAT IT!!!! hopefully

afaik theres no telling what the jewel of truth is gonna actually say abt fighting fate,,, or whether or not the jewel will give the answer that easily,,, hopefully it goes smoothly lloyd deserves a break atp 😭😭😭

also how r they gonna put the thing together havent they been flying over the ocean w draggy recently . werent the mermaids tryna figure out who was commanding draggy so that they could sic em for opening that portal to hell 😭 WILL THAT B A PROBLEM? (dont actually answer that)

man oh man milestone achieved but still so much to do for these guys,,,, i wanna put them in a box and contain them and let them have a break they deserve it

ok thats it for now,,, if i start brainrotting again ill prolly post abt it here or on twitter,,, see yall next week!!!!

[notnights]

i legit love the idea of jax leaving anonymous gifts for gangle, and enjoying being on stage w/her bcs he's actually challenged and active enough to a point where he isn't feeling boredom or dread. also, there's a certain escapism in taking on the role of a character.

hmm, other ribbun scenarios? i can imagine gangle infodumping to zooble abt smth she used to watch, and jax feeling irritated by her rambling at first, but soon becoming accustomed to it and enjoying hearing her voice and opinions. perhaps he even remembers some of the shows she talks about. maybe he chimes in absentmindedly from his hiding spot and zoob n gangle are both like "u were here this whole time ??"

or what about caine using his ringmaster authority to make sure that jax is kind to gangle for a day? and now he has to do whatever gangle asks, and he's not allowed to break her mask. i wonder what she would do with that opportunity? dress him up in silly outfits? get him to pose in different ways for art references? like a mannequin doll.

i love seeing dynamics like these in moments where they have to work together for a common goal, as well. like, they get paired up together in an event and the reward is like. new crayon colours and a can of silly string/sticky hand/centipede or smth. i imagine a lot of yelling and fighting and cartoon violence shenanigans, but maybe, mayhaps, a "good job! we crushed em!" every here and there when things go well.

i also think jax trying to drag gangle away from a teaparty (hosted by ragatha ofc, no jaxes allowed) so that he can have an accomplice in ruining said teaparty for everyone would be fun. he wants to cause some chaos with his favourite victim

anyway hope u like these misc thoughts. idk im new to their dynamic :3c

1). Yeah it's a good thought! For a moment he can be someone else, someone who cares or someone who is open about being in the company of others.

2). I like to think sometimes Jax enjoys Gangle talking... but that's also why he doesn't like it. Doesn't like that something as simple as Gangle going on about something she likes makes him happy. Doesn't know why yet. Too close, too sentimental maybe. Feelings he's not ready for. So then he breaks her mask to shut her up. :(

3). I really want to imagine Jax and Gangle can get along in that way a bully and his lackey does. Bully picks on his lackey too but sometimes they get up to nonsense together and laugh at others together. Comedy!Gangle liking funny things too, which can range from something as silly as giving one ice cube to someone who asked for a couple, to seeing people get physically hurt (to the extent it happens in the DC anyways).

She won't go as far as Jax, when the going gets tough she'd start feeling guilty before Jax does, but up until then she's laughing and fooling around at Ragatha stepping on and getting slammed in the face by a misplaced rake.

Rare moments where they get along because Gangle is acting more willingly in Jax's interests. Idk if this idea has any merit with what we've seen so far. We still have no reference for Comedy!Gangle, and Jax atm really doesn't have any respect for her as an actual friend, at least when she's Tragedy!Gangle. I can only really imagine him getting along with Comedy!Gangle if she really is completely different though, and again we don't know if she is yet.

So it's an idea I haven't worked too much with despite how much I want it. I want them to be silly together. They both ave forever smiles in that aspect.

(concept for the next chapter-promo for the zooblecaine fic)

Anyways, with that said yeah something that gets them working with mutual goals is a good way to get that kind of interaction going. Awful together in a different way. Awful at each other vs Awful together at others lol.

4). Yeah I like the idea he'll drag her to help him with things too. Much to her dismay but she goes along with it, she doesn't really have a choice poor girl. Drags her around like a wet rag until he gets bored of dragging her because, what a drag!

"Wants to cause some chaos with his favorite victim," is such a good line also. I hate Jax, love to see him be awful. My poor girl Gangle deserves better.

[embodyingchaos]

hiii! could you do a rodrick heffley x bass guitarist reader? maybe they meet at a battle of the bands/ at the talent show or something like that? really anything bassistx drummer.

thanks so much!

❥ hi there, lovey! of course, i can! you didn't specify the pronouns so i decided to go with gender neutral, hope that's alright! IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT

drummer boy pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, this is so short warnings: awkward rodrick, reader suddenly getting cocky out of NOWHERE word count: 549

the air was cold backstage but y/n couldn’t stop themself from sweating out of anxiety. they shook their hands, trying to get loose and relax. “yo, y/n!” cherry, the drummer for their band, called out to her, “we’re up soon.” she tells them, blowing a tiny bubble between her lips with the gum in her mouth. y/n nods and holds two thumbs up, looking entirely frantic. cherry eyed them weirdly before walking back to where the rest of the band was waiting.

“nervous?” a sudden voice asked from behind them, making them jolt. y/n looked to their left and saw a boy around their age with ruffled hair and too much eyeliner on for comfort, awkwardly posing with his elbow on the wall. “hi.” he greeted in a small voice, smiling. y/n tilted their head to the side, “hi?” they greeted back, a bit confused. “and sorta, this would be my first time performing in front of an actual crowd.” they confessed, rubbing the back of their neck with a sheepish smile on their face.

the boy let out a loud ‘pfft’, “don’t worry! i- uh- i’ve performed before, not like a big gig or anything like that but it was still a performance! you know…” he rambled on, y/n found him adorable and awkward, but still adorable. he laughed nervously, “i’m rodrick.” his voice cracked as he introduced himself, “y/n.” they smiled at him, “so, what instrument do you play for your band, rodrick?” y/n asked, leaning closer towards him. rodrick only gets even more flustered at the proximity, “i-i- you know, i drum, and all that.” he chuckles, trying to play it cool. 

“u-uh, what about you?”

“i play the bass.” they answered, holding up the bass that had been in their hand the entire time they were talking. rodrick’s eyes widen and he blinks, “oh.” he quietly muttered, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. y/n giggled and it immediately caught him off guard, it made him regain his composure. “so, uh, y/n, i was wondering if you’d maybe wanna-” “rodrick! dude!” one of rodrick’s bandmates came up to him, interrupting their conversation. “we’re up next! flirt later!” he told him while catching his breath, rodrick glares at him before turning back around to y/n and back to him. “give me a moment, will you, ben? i’ll be right there. just go, go!” he shooed ben away when he wasn’t budging, “you should really get ready, rodrick.” they teased, “my drummer’s pretty good.” rodrick raised his eyebrow at the sudden cockiness, “oh, really? i doubt they’re better than me. i’m what you call a drumming enthusiast.” he boasted as he smirked but it only made y/n smug smile grow wider.

“we’ll see about that one, drummer boy.” they taunt, poking his shoulder. “thanks for the short pep talk, maybe you’ll see me after the show.” y/n winked at rodrick before making their way past him, towards their other band members. rodrick stared at their form walking further away from him, grinning from ear to ear. “i am so asking them out.” he whispered to himself full of confidence, but knowing deep inside he was going to be a stammering, blushing mess when he does so.

[camp-queer-and-there]

lucille my old hag can you hit that

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[hypocriticalspicewrites]

*walks into the frame* PSST! cherryyyyyyyy *whispers* could you write an NSFW alphabet of ace and Nancy? *only if u feel comfortable* *walks away slowly bye cher 👋🏻🩷*

🩷🎀𝑪𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒂𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚'𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕🎀🩷

I FOUND THE OG!! Hi Anon! Thank you so much for the ask~ 👀 I've never done and NSFW alphabet but these seem fun! Yall should let me know if you'd want more of these!

Note most of these headcanons are around the time Ace and Nancy are in a more committed relationship/married, so it ranges from like 19-22!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex?)

Ace isn't the best in the cleaning up department, and he'll probably just go hop in the shower and ask if Nancy wants to join. But he's real good on checking on his girl and asking if she's feeling good or if she needs anything.

God Ace loves Nancy's post-sex cooking/baking. It's like the best thing he's ever had. When he wakes up in the morning, or even some days it's like she makes dinner a certain type of way that he just has to throw her over his shoulder whilst she's in the middle of dishes and take her upstairs to thank her the way he does best~ 🤭

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ace loves Nancy's thighs and tits. I just think he's overall a legs kind of guy and his girl's got LEGS. He's an absolute horndog for her. There isn't a second he doesn't have a hand on her thigh while driving or sitting talking with the Cobras. And the way she squeezes them around his hips when she's close is enough to have him cumming right there.

If it counts, his eyes. Nancy loves this look Ace gives her that she knows means once they get home she's in trouble. And he makes sure she sees it cause it's like he's burning two holes into the back of her head from across the room.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum?)

If it's not going inside her, it's going in her mouth. Ace is making sure she swallows all of it or is taking it all so it doesn't get on his cars seats/paint. And I think he's got himself a liitttlle bit of a breeding kink.

D = Dirty secret ( a dirty secret of theirs?)

Some days when he'd have a long day at work or he's feeling a little lonely he has a picture of Nancy kept in one of the center dashes of his car he jacks-off to. It's her in some skimpy swimsuit [at least as skimpy as they could get back in the 50s-60s] posing on a beach that just seems to get his gears turning. 🤷‍♀️

Nancys is rather tame, she just likes ready some spicy smut books and daydreams about them being her and Ace.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think it's said Ace has some experience under his belt with his multiple relationships in his past, so he's probably the one to take charge of most things for a good while, considering poor Nance had little to know understanding considering she waited for him.

F = Favorite position?

If it's in bed, it's usually missionary or mating press, but Ace loves car sex, and he likes cowgirl position while he's laid back in his front seat.

G=Goofy: (Are they serious or goofy in the mood?)

Its pretty serious on both halves, nothing gets too silly or goofy when they're going at it and it stays relatively tame. Rarely, Ace will crack some comment after they finish up to make her giggle, but that's really it.

H=Hair: (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes?)

Im not sure how well groomed you had to be down there to meet the late 50s/60s etiquette, so I'm just going of my personal thoughts. Ace keeps himself trimmed and neat, at least when he cares to/remembers. He also has a faint blonde happy trail whenever his shirt rides up.

And I'm assuming it was kinda expected of woman back then, so Nancy is usually completely shaven all around down there. [Even though I think Ace could care less about body hair. She's like me and self conscious 😔]

I=Intimacy: (How are they during the moment?)

At first, to Ace it was just... Fucking. But after a while when he found himself unable to feel that good with anyone but her, or whenever he was getting way into it and he found himself muttering about how he was gonna marry her so he could do this to her everyday anytime he wanted, he realized that maybe his girlfriend should be more than some nice peice of ass. And so it grew more intimate and more meaningful as they're relationship grew.

J=Jack-off: (Masturbation Headcanons?)

See the dirty secret above...☝️

K=Kink: (Anything they are into)

Like I said, I could see Ace getting a little baby fever and having a breeding kink. I mean, this man is always trynna win, he pumped THREE babies into this girl and he's very smug about it for a good... Rest of his life.

L=Location: ( Favorite places to do it)

Anywhere and everywhere. Especially in his car. Car sex is something Ace almost makes tradition anytime he has this girl alone I'm his car. It's either in his car, or out by the riverside, which usually starts as wholesome picnicking, mind you. With Nancy making flower crowns while he's fishing, and it slowly turns into full blown love-making on the blanket LMAO.

Nancy doesn't mind and seems to enjoy just as much, but she finds he's a lot more intimate and softer if it's behind closer doors and in the bedroom.

M=Motivation: (What turns them on, gets em going?)

Nancy just has to breath on him and he's on her like a wildcat LMAO. I mean, the way she walks away all huffy and her hips sway in those tight waist skirts, or when she has to hold her skirt down when he's cruising down the road wayy over the legal limit to him the face breeze from blowing her skirt up. Anything this girl does is leaving him hopeless.

Anytime Ace is out working or comes back from work... Oh this girl is fanning herself and struggling to keep her hands to herself. Especially if he's out working on his car, all sweaty and muscles bulging while he's carrying his tools or a tire under his arm, or he's all covered in dirt and hunched over panting from working in the garden... Hunny PRAY FOR HER.

N=No: (Whats something they won't do?)

Ace, as surprising as it is, isn't too find if really hurting Nancy. He'll give her a little slap on the ass or thigh here and there, or bite her and suck on her neck, sure! But I don't think he'd hit her or slap her face, or spit on her. Or begging. He likes it rough, but he knows Nance is a sensitive little thing and he doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable or God forbid not enjoy there intimate moments.

O=Oral: (Giving or receiving? How good are they at it?)

Ace loves receiving- but doesn't give it. Nancy doesn't mind cause he can pleasure her in many different ways, and she also doesn't kind giving him head either. He usually only let's her give him a Blow-job usually in- you guessed it, his car. As well as hand-jobs while he's at the wheel.

P=Pace: (Are they slow or fast?)

Ace starts off slow, getting use to it and getting into the rhythm, but then they start to pick things up, and it gets quick and rough after a minute or two. Rarely is he super soft and slow, the times he was was when they ran away to elope and a few weeks after the triplets were born.

Q=Quickie: (How often are they willing for quickies?)

More than you'd think. Ace is super into quickies and that's usually what's going on in his car behind the wheel LMAO. Sometimes Nance has initiated them, but it's mostly just a quick necking session behind a farm or away from prying eyes.

R=Risks

I don't think these two are up for much from there usually sex life. Maybe they'll shake things up a bit and try something new, but Ace likes to keep things easy and simple with his girl, it always feels better and amazing each and every time anyway so he isn't complaining.

S=Stamina: (How long can they go for? How long can they last)

Id say Ace can go about two or three rounds before he's tired out, and even then he can last a good while before he bottoms out. Nancy can go about two before she's a mess- which just makes Ace push her for another one. 💀

T=Toys?

Nah. I don't know if toys were popular a lot in the late 50s-60s, but Ace or Nancy aren't really ones into it- maybe he'd tie her up/blindfold her with a tie or belt, but that's really it!

U=Unfair: (Do they tease?)

Ace teases, I think he makes comments or playful names during intimacy, but anything like begging I don't think he'd be into. He'd probably tease her for being needy ro begging, but he would withhold anything fromm her. Nancy on the other hand surprisingly, likes to tease lead him on allll day before he can't take it anymore. Some days she just likes torturing him with cat and mouse till he's finally had enough and is dragging her up to there bedroom.

V=Volume: (How loud are they?)

Ace leaves it all to Nancy to let everyone know how good she's getting it. She can be pretty loud, mostly whining and whimpering, but she moans and gasp a little when she's close or he's getting super rough. The most you'll get out of Ace is grunts and sighs, maybe a groan or two, but rarely.

W=Wild card: (Random headcanon?)

Rambles when he gets pussy-drunk. 🙌 And it's the sweetest thing to ever come out of his mouth. It's so funny that it's then and only then he's actually saying something so sweet and intimate.

"God I can't wait to marry you. Then I can do this to you all day every fuckin' day.. You'd like that, yeah?"

"Look at you, all pretty and worked up just for me... Lookin' just like a princess Nance..."

X=X-ray (WHATS GOING UNDER THE PANTS?)

I'd say a good 6.5 inches, more girth than length but even then, nice and average. He has a blonde happy trail that isn't super noticeable with how pale it is. He has a couple veins trailing the sides, and an extremely sensitive one that runs over the underside of his dick.

Y=Yearning: (How big is there sex drive?)

Ace is more than willing to get it on whenever. He's doing it as long as Nance is willing to do it. This man his hornee for his lady and isn't about to turn down any and all requests to head back to their room for some sex after a hard day of working. He's got sex-drive that's pretty constant, but also flexible to fit whenever his girl is in the mood.

Z=Zzz: (How quick are they to fall asleep after?)

Ace is awake for a minute or two before dozing off eventually, Nancy stays awake for a couple. He's usually really quiet after, and the only way she knows he's still awake as him drawing lazy circles in her back or rubbing her arm before the motion slows and his hand goes limp. Sometimes he stays awake enough to indulge in some pillow talk. 🩷

[hartspirit]

Hi hi! Ok so my question is, what drawing software do you use for your MLP frames? Do you draw your sona from scratch or do you have different things ready and import it in? Because your sona’s line art and overall style looks like they were made from the creators themselves you know?

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense or if this is too much aaaa)

hiiii!!! i use firealpaca, which is just my general use drawing program lol. and thennn some parts i draw from scratch, other parts i trace from the show lol. my previous fixation was also on a flash animated cartoon w very flat features so this technique of blending both is something im very used to kfbfjd.

absolutely no shame in tracing/reusing assets bc this show does so as well! i recommend saving a few assets to save time (hair, bangs, accessories, etc. maybe select hoof poses too). plus, tonsss of bases are right there free to use!

you could also make a default standing pose for the character, and then make slight variants bc u rly dont have to make them all look wildly different all the time.

for example, these are both the same pic!

just tilting the head and messing around w the expression did so much! and u can use slightly different versions of the same pic always and forever bc whos stopping you!!! its all just for fun!

aa hope this helped at least a little!