#some characters that are new 🤗

[wildchild-11]

Ember’s Mother Leona

[geniemillies]

i emerge from gaming hell and forced myself to draw my... pookies... for valentines.. happy valentines ❤🎉 !!

this is their corny theme song: (it's all i listened to while drawing)

[mahmur]

she is home !!

[heywriters]

Rescued Writing Links!

When cleaning out the HEY, Writers! Pinterest I moved some links here. The internet has changed a LOT since I started collecting these, so some links may include outdated info. All were still active when I made this, but it's been in my drafts for a hot minute.

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Survivors of Internet Decay Award!

These active sites featured most often in my collections so they get the top of the list.

Helping Writers Become Authors

Mythcreants

Bryn Donovan

Getting Started (Ideas & Intros)

How to Start Writing a Book: Learn One Writer’s Process | Marian Schembari

How to Start a Story: 30 Opening Scene Examples | Bryn Donovan

Don’t Panic! What to Do When You Have Too Many Story Ideas | Faye Kirwin

How to Write a Killer First Chapter | Rae Elliot

How To Write A Captivating Opening Sentence

Outlining

How to Create a Flexible Outline for Your Novel | Faye Kirwin

Protagonists

How to Write Believable Characters | Bridget McNulty

4 Ways to Write a Likable Protag at the Start of the Character Arc | KM Weiland

5 Tips for Writing a Likable "Righteous" Character | KM Weiland

I Hate Your Protagonist! Want to Know Why? | KM Weiland

The Secret to Writing Dynamic Characters: It's Always Their Fault | KM Weiland

A Protagonist’s Moment of Realisation

Antagonists

Blurring the Lines: What Are Anti-Heroes and Anti-Villains?

Antagonists: Inner & Outer Demons | Kristen Lamb

How to Write Multiple Antagonists | KM Weiland

Character Building

The Epic Guide to Character Creation, Part 1 | Kylie Day

Pick Up A Bad Habit | Maggie Maxwell

How To Write Characters from the Opposite Gender | Rachel Poli

Top 4 Tips for Using Backstory in Your Novel | Diana Anderson-Tyler

Depicting Background Characters | Chris Winkle

Scene Building

The 5 Elements Of A Good Scene | Amanda Patterson

A New Way to Think About Scene Structure | KM Weiland

2 Ways to Make the Most of Your Story’s Climactic Setting | KM Weiland

8 Things Writers Forget When Writing Fight Scenes | Lisa Voisin

Descriptions

Master List of Facial Expressions | Bryn Donovan

Master List of Words to Describe Voices | Bryn Donovan

Master List of Physical Description for Writers | Bryn Donovan

Writer’s Guide to Serious Injuries and Calamities | Bryn Donovan

How to Ground Your Reader (in the setting) | Rachel Craft

The Forgotten Fifth Sense | Writer's Relief

Never Name an Emotion in Your Story | KM Weiland

Show, Don't Tell: How to Write the Stages of Grief | Ruthanne Reid

100 Words for Facial Expressions

Dialogue

How To Write Good Dialogue: Ten Tips | Irving Weinman

Seven Dialogue Don’ts | Jason Bougger

10 Keys to Writing Dialogue in Fiction | Katherine Cowley

Points-Of-View (POV)

What Every Writer Ought to Know About the Omniscient POV | KM Weiland

Motivation & Support

What New Writers Need To Know About Fear | Bryan Collins

How to Discover Your Writing Process with Gabriela Pereira | Kirsten Oliphant

Editing & Revising

18 Overused Words to Replace When Writing | Oxford Tutoring

An Easy Way to Immediately Improve Your Character’s Action Beats | KM Weiland

Want More Depth to Your Writing? | Sacha Black

How Much is Too Much Backstory? | Ellen Brock

Why Your Writing Sounds Weird (And What You Can Do About It) | Joe Brock

Self-Editing for Fiction Writers | Jenny Bravo

Favorite Revision and Editing Tricks

Short Stories & Flashfic

How to Write a Story a Week: A Day-by-Day Guide | Emily Wenstrom

How Flash Fiction / Microfiction Can Help With Your Writing | Rhianne Williams

Worksheets & Downloads

Writing Worksheet Archive

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[che-sha]

Hey, everybody!

I finally have some free time and decided to do something I've been thinking about for a while!

I present to you a concept of a desktop design inspired by Magnus Archives! The set will have about 24 folder designs based on fears and characters, and a stylized wallpaper with 👁️👁️👁️

This set will be available for free in 10 to 14 days :)

Maybe in the future, if you like the idea, I will make designs inspired by other characters and add a couple of new folder designs related to them.

If you have any suggestions, feel free to write!!!

UPDATE: This set is ready and can be downloaded by clicking on the link in the pinned post 🤗

[joepelling]

stuff i remembered to write down from the discord stream

yellow is becky’s favorite character “because he’s a silly goofy guy” and joe’s favorite is duck

their shared fave webseries ep is computer and fave tv is family, becky thinks joe is just copying her

joe’s current favorite song is memories and becky’s current favorite is love

joe jokes they made the show just to sell merch

becky’s favorite designs are lesley and choo choo, joe’s favorites are the simple silly ones

becky describes her own voice as “a victorian schoolboy”

“becky will give every single person [that attends the show] ten pounds 😊” “from joe’s bank account 🤗”

dhmis 1 was originally about a little girl as a teacher but becky hated making human puppets

they think it’s “amazing and cool” that autistic audiences resonate with the show

their advice for new puppeteers is go to the gym and lock yourself in a fridge

becky and joe were walking to the station into a friend after wracking their brains for a title and she was holding some mini models and becky jumped up to hug her and the friend said “don’t hug me i’m scared!” and that’s where they got the name from

there’s a cut scrunty episode that follows it after it runs out of the cat flap

warren was made of silicon and lilly and todney had a lot of details making them the hardest to make

duck’s autotune was removed “to allude to the way the government is controlling us- no, basically because it was too annoying”

(someone says thank you for creating and voicing red guy) “you have no idea how much that means to me. i’m in a very low place in my life, not a lot of compliments every day, i’m going to dress as red guy every day”

they cited the hugga bunch, bruce bickford, and sally cruikshank as some influences

they’re open to adding a latin american character or a drag queen character

they’re interested in doing a physical release of the show and want to announce an international release soon

one of joe’s favorite shows as a kid was the trapdoor, becky liked zap and the movie chitty chitty bang bang

they want to announce new episodes as soon as they can but it’s an expensive and time consuming show to make so they haven’t been renewed yet

the pilot will be never be released since the company that owns it went under, they think it’s “nothing special” and they aren’t proud of it, they recommend watching “anything else”

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x3) in Tomarrymort (22 April – 17 May 2025)

Some lovely fics completed over the last few weeks. Added some thoughts below on why I highly recommend checking them out! 

Splitting this post up into 2 parts because it got so long. Sorry, I know I said I would not let this get to 4 weeks again between posts (or 3.5 weeks in this case...), but I lagged for a bit, and the updates burning a hole in my inbox piled up 😭 So on the the one hand, I apologize that it's in 2 parts, but on the other hand, isn't it so amazing what our ship produced in just over 3 weeks? 🤗��🤍

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Tomarrymort Completed Must Reads 

⭐ you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria (M, 137k, complete)

Harry finds a Horcrux the summer before his sixth year. A deal is struck. (Or, when Harry wakes a seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle from the Gaunt's Ring, it is to a world where his future self has achieved none of their goals except one. Harry is proof that he's a great wizard after all.)

Why you should read it: This is a snappy, fast-paced, and super fun longfic featuring Harry and one of the horcruxes (the Ring horcrux in this case) teaming up to hunt down the other horcruxes. Harry’s snark had me laughing out loud in literally every chapter, and I love fics featuring Tom in Harry’s time. I can definitely see this fic becoming one of the classics of the ship. 

⭐ paint your eyes with sunsets by @boyneptunee (T, 7k, complete)

Tom Riddle moves to a new building. Harry Potter is his new neighbour. That's it, that's the story. Or: Modern!Au where Tom moves to a new apartment building where he more or less gets himself a boyfriend and a family. Oh, and there's also a cat. OR: A stray cat gets adopted by an entire building. Chaos ensues.

Why you should read it: Humorous modern AU with adorable slice-of-life scenes between Harry and Tom and their adopted cat. 

⭐ Hogwarts Valley by @aitafrog @chaos-bear @cindle-writes @curioushabitforarivergod @known-concepts Lytri @take-the-unknow-road-now @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @tommarvoloriddlesdiary @valkyrie-chemist (M, 17k, complete)

Hogwarts Valley— a cozy life-sim where players rebuild a magical village, befriend quirky townsfolk, and maybe even find true love. You’ve just started getting into the game, and like all hyper fixations, it’s taken you to tumblr dot com—but what’s this? A post catches your eye; you don’t remember a “forest beast” in your play-through… but now that they mention it, one of your favorite characters, Harry Potter, has been acting a little odd. Maybe you can figure out why?

Why you should read it: This is one of the most creative pieces of meta I’ve ever seen in the Tomarry ship. It’s less a traditional fic, per se, and more a social media commentary/collage, comprised of creatively formatted posts about a Hogwarts-meets-Stardew-Valley style game, with a Harrymort love story at its center 🤍 If you’ve ever played Stardew Valley or dreamed about romancing a farmer like Harry, you need to run to read this!

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Tomarrymort One-Shot Must Reads 

One Shot | growing pains by @curioushabitforarivergod

One Shot | An Alley & Anal by @known-concepts

One Shot | The Thing Is by @chaos-bear

One Shot | A wild ride by @sri-verse

One Shot | boys will be boys by @cindle-writes

One Shot | anchor by @1300marshall

One Shot | ... I can explain by @l-archiduchesse

One Shot | Small white flowers by @chaos-bear

One Shot | with a slip of the moon in his hair (nerves) by @curioushabitforarivergod

One Shot | Die Alive by @katsitting

One Shot | wrong cauldron by @cindle-writes

One Shot | Love You to Death (Just Like a Fool) by @allthesmilesxo

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(continued in Part 2...)

[itoshislave]

hi babe! i’m so new to your account and we repost sooo many of the same fics and i like your taste xoxo

i was wondering if maybe you could write a fic abt tsukishima (haikyuu). an x reader that’s post high school like summer before college. friends-lovers pls pls pls pls. they go to a party after the last day of school and reader has always been shy and never found the right time to say something to kei but gets a little tipsy and gets some confidence to confess. and like since they’d always been friends he thinks she’s joking but it gets nsfw when he realizes she’s serious. if it’s not too much? 🙏🏼😚

nonnie, I'm so sorry 😭😭😭it's been so long since I've been around here. My God, I'm so embarrassed to answer your ask after all this time, but I hope you like it♡♡♡

⊹₊ ˚‧₊୨𝘋𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘒 𝘖𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜, 𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌୧₊‧ ˚ ₊⊹ — Tsukishima Kei

۶ৎ Amidst the golden lights, the overly sweet drinks, and the dangerous smiles, you realize that you’ve spent too long running away from your feelings for him. And Tsukishima—with his bored expression and eyes that see too much—may have been waiting for this moment all along. On a night when everything pulsates—the floor, the bodies, the truths—you finally stop pretending that it’s just a game. And you start to discover what’s really hiding behind it.

cw: explicit sex, unprotected sex (consensual, with emotional context), strong sexual language, use of alcoholic beverages, spanking, dirty talk and light domination, sex in a public place (bathroom at a party), adult characters. English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are a lot of spelling mistakes. Enjoy!🤗

The night was alive in a strange way. The beats of the music passed through the house, vibrating in the floor, in the windows and the ribs. Laughter came from every corner, bodies huddled on couches, in the hallways, even in the backyard lit by strings of yellow lights. And there he was — leaning against the wall, with a glass of soda in his hand, watching everything with that bored look that you knew was just a facade.

Tsukishima had always been there. Ever since freshman year. Too tall, too sarcastic, always with a ready comeback. And you? Always trying to keep up, stumbling over your words, blushing more than you'd like to admit every time he stared for too long.

The conversations came and went. Someone pushed a glass of something too sweet for you, and you accepted it. Then another. A third warmed your chest, and suddenly everything seemed easier to say.

You spent the whole night circling around him. It was always like that. People thought it was cute —“look at them, always together”—but no one knew that there was a weight on your shoulders every time he touched you by chance. That you had words stuck in your throat since first grade.

“What a dangerous combination. Are you lost?” He asked as you approached, his tone drawn out, almost lazy. A small smile curved his mouth. “Or did you just stumble into another conversation with me?” He said, raising an eyebrow, the mischievous smile slowly forming, as if he found you amusing.

You huffed, crossing your arms. He looked at you appraisingly, as if he were measuring the distance between your courage and your shame.

“You sound like I do this all the time.”

He took a sip from his glass and looked over the rim.

“You do.”

“You are insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are.”

Heat rose to your face. Again. Of course.

That was the game. He liked to see you stumble. To keep you on the edge between “Get out of my way” and “I won’t bite if you’re so desperate to kiss me.” You thought it was just a tease. Until you realized he only did that to you. That sent butterflies into your stomach.

“You suck,” you muttered, taking the glass from his hand. You took a sip, tasting the sweet, cold drink. “I should stop talking to you.”

“But you won’t.”

"Why?"

He shrugged, approaching with that slowness that made your heart race.

“Because you love it… And I have so much fun watching you try to hide how much you like me.”

You froze. The words stuck in your throat and the silence between you seemed to scream. He didn't look away. He just waited. Enjoying the chaos he caused in you.

But this time, you were different.

Maybe it was the heat. Or the drink. Or the certainty that if you didn't say anything, you would spend the next few years hating yourself.

You took a deep breath.

“What if I don’t want to hide it anymore?”

Tsukishima arched an eyebrow, that smug smile making your stomach churn.

“Oh, sure... You must be so in love with me, right?”

The heat rose again, but you didn't back down.

“What if I am?”

He was silent for a moment. It was not a silence of superiority, but of surprise. His eyes blinked rapidly, his mouth opened and closed, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t joke about that, idiot.”

“I'm not joking.”

The silence seemed thicker now. Tsukishima looked you up and down, as if searching for some trace of playfulness on your face. He didn't find any.

His smile faded. And something else appeared in his eyes. Something warm. Something dangerous.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You’re serious.”

You just bit your lip and shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

The change in him was subtle, but real. The tension in his jaw. The eyes fixed on yours, suddenly darker.

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

“I have. For a long time now.”

He shook his head slowly, chuckling softly. Tsukishima curled his lower lip into an almost predatory smile, as if he was finally starting to really enjoy himself. He leaned his face toward you, so close that the heat of his breath touched your skin. His voice was low, husky, made just for you to hear:

“And now that you confessed... what are you going to do with it?”

Your heart was beating too loudly. Loud enough for him to hear.

You swallowed hard, but tried to maintain your composure.

“I don’t know yet. Are you going to give me options?”

He smirked, satisfied—the kind of smile that made your stomach sink and your knees threaten to buckle.

“Ah, yes…” He said, his voice almost lazy, but filled with restrained malice. “I have many in mind. But I don’t know if you can handle it.”

His gaze moved down over you slowly, as if he were analyzing you, testing you. No rush. The touch of his fingers returned, now lightly brushing your waist, as if he were already teasing you with that alone.

“I can be quite… creative.” He continued, with an air of knowing exactly what effect he was having. “But only if you promise to take whatever I give you.”

You laughed, a little nervous, a little defiant.

“Do you really think I’m the running type?”

He took a step closer, closing the space between you until there was nothing left. His nose was almost touching yours, and his gaze was direct, fixed on your eyes with an intensity that almost hurt.

“No. I think you’re the type to stay… until the end.” he said, his voice low, husky, full of promise.

The silence between you was broken only by the muffled sound of party music in the distance. The rest of the world seemed suspended. Tsukishima looked at you as if he was finally seeing everything—as if every provocative thought he had ever had about you was now free, unbridled, unfettered.

Then he came closer.

The kiss wasn’t immediate. It was a slow brush of mouths, as if testing. As if asking if you were sure you really wanted this. And your answer came when you pulled his shirt with your fingers, wordlessly. His mouth found yours more firmly now, hot, full of intention. It was restrained desire, mixed with that silent provocation of someone who knew the effect it caused.

Tsukishima pressed you lightly against the wall, in a darker corner of the house, away from the hubbub of the party. His hand slowly moved up your back, firm, until it reached the nape of your neck, pulling you closer, controlling the rhythm of the kiss — sometimes slow, sometimes too deep to be just a kiss.

His fingers slid down your waist again, this time under your shirt, touching your skin. Cold and electrifying. He murmured against your mouth, between one kiss and another:

“You're shaking...” He smiled. “What’s wrong? Nervous, are you?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled softly and let his lips trail down to your neck, slowly, testing your limits, teasing your with every subtle bite, every sigh he drew. His hand moved up your belly, warm and determined, until it reached your breasts over the fabric, squeezing lightly, exploring. He was in no hurry. He wanted to feel your every reaction.

When you moaned softly, he stopped just to look into your eyes, his face so close that you could feel his warm breath mixing with yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

The answer died in your throat when he kissed you again, this time with more hunger, more urgency. Your bodies fit together naturally, as if they had been silently rehearsing this for months.

The muffled laughter of someone in the next room reminded you of where you were — and the involuntary startle that ran through your body didn't go unnoticed by him. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, his fingers still tangled in the hem of your shirt, his chest pressed against yours.

“Do you remember that the house is full, is that it?”

You looked around, as if you only now realized how wide open everything was. He smiled, with that subtle malice he learned to use to unsettle you.

“Then let’s find a place where you can moan freely,” he whispered against your mouth.

Tsukishima intertwined his fingers with yours and, without waiting for an answer, calmly pulled you down the hallway, walking confidently between the rooms. You passed by a few groups too distracted by the music and their own conversations. No one noticed. He led you to the house's guest bathroom, locking the door behind you as soon as you entered.

The space was small, with dim yellow lighting, the muffled sound of the party vibrating through the walls. As soon as the latch clicked, he turned to you with that hungry look in his eyes—and within seconds, his mouth was back on yours.

This time there was no hesitation.

His hands went straight to the hem of your blouse, lifting it up and taking it off with restrained haste. His lips slid from your mouth to your neck, down to your collarbone, while his fingers unbuttoned your shorts. He backed you up against the sink, his hands firmly on your waist.

“Look at you here, all surrendered,” he murmured, his voice low, warm against your skin. “At a party full of people, and yet so quiet when I touch you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but all that came out was a moan as his fingers slipped inside your panties. A sure touch—his firm fingers finding the warm wetness of your needy pussy. He smiled against your skin.

“What do we have here… You’re so easy, aren’t you? Or is that because it's me?”

Tsukishima watched you with half-closed eyes, his fingers moving skillfully and rhythmically. One of them slid inside, slowly, and then another. Moving them slowly in scissor movements to get used to your walls. The muffled moans against his shoulder made your body instinctively arch, seeking more. And he took advantage. With his free hand, he pulled one of your legs up, opening more space between you, fitting himself there.

“I knew you would react like this…” he whispered. “So beautiful, all mine.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt and began to pull urgently, and he helped you pull it off, revealing his warm skin, his tense muscles. His hips pressed against yours, his hard cock through his pants rubbing against your pussy—and it was almost enough to make you beg.

He kissed you again, now with his entire body pressed against yours, his fingers still teasing you as he began to undo his own clothes with his other hand. The kiss turned into a bite, the touch turned into a need.

And finally, with his gaze locked on yours, he asked softly, almost in a hoarse whisper:

“Do you still want the options, or can I show you how much I really want you?”

Heat covered your body like a blanket. Your legs trembled in excitement at how close he was. Looking down, you could see his erect cock, thick, hot and heavy, the tip swollen in a fiery shade of pink that left your insides begging to have him inside you as soon as possible.

You don’t know what came over you, but your hand seemed to have a life of its own as you dragged your short nails down the back of his neck, creating a sinful path of welts that met the happy trail of blond pubic hair below his belly button. Boldly dragging your curious index finger lower, until the weeping tip smeared in pre-cum was within your power.

Wrapping your hand around the glans, you used your thumb to catch a thick drop of pre-cum that was slowly dripping from the slit. Moving the foreskin up and down, you watched in almost awe as his cock grew wetter and wetter, making low popping noises as you moved your hand.

“Kei…” It comes out breathlessly, almost like a plea.

“Fuck, don’t do this to me…” You suddenly lifted your face, stopping your movements. Tsukishima had his forehead resting on your shoulder, breathing heavily and starting to thrust his hips against your hand as he began to miss the stimulation.

“Do what?” You ask hesitantly. Did you did something wrong?

He slowly raised his face, his eyes half closed and his cheeks slightly flushed—which was rare, and absolutely beautiful.

“Saying my name like that…” He murmured, as if admitting it cost him something. “Like you’re begging me to fuck you. I don’t… I don’t know what I’ll do to you if you keep going.”

The tension between you grew thick, electric. You could feel the weight of his confession hanging between you, and the way he was looking at you now—as if he didn’t know whether to kiss you or devour you—ignited something hot in the very center of your body.

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered very close:

“I want it all. Do whatever you want to me.”

That was all he needed.

Tsukishima ripped his glasses off his face and threw them carelessly onto the sink counter, grabbing your thigh with one hand and lifting your leg again, fitting himself more firmly between them. His other hand ran quickly between the two of you, grabbing his hard, heavy cock, which rubbed against you, slippery with excitement. He rubbed the tip between your wet lips, his teeth clamped on his lower lip as he watched you with unbearable attention.

“Tell me that you want it,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, broken, urgent.

“I want it, Kei,” you said without hesitation, your eyes locked on his. “I want it so bad…”

He groaned softly, almost as if he had lost an internal battle, and thrust his hips in one movement, entering you slowly, practically whimpering as the tip was crushed by the tight, gummy rings of your pussy. Practically sucking him deeper inside until he reached the bottom.

You gasped loudly, gripping his shoulders, your back pressed against the cold bathroom mirror. He paused for a second in there, completely encased, as if he wanted to memorize the sensation. The heat. The tightness. You.

“Fuck…” he whispered against your neck. “feels s'good inside you baby... Oh fuck”

The rhythm started steady, controlled—but it wouldn’t last long. The thrusts came precisely, each one deeper than the last, making your body slam against the mirror in sync with his. Every time you said his name, every time you moaned loudly, he lost a little more of his composure.

His hands explored your skin as if they wanted to map every inch, and his mouth didn't stop — kisses, bites, heavy breathing. Tsukishima was out of his mind, and you loved seeing him like that. So far from the cold and calculated pose.

“Oh God… fuckk– pussy so good gonna make me cum so quickly” He said in a raspy voice. “Keep squeezing me with that pussy baby – ahh f-fuck fuck fuck keep milking my cock until it explodes inside you” Tsukishima accelerated a littlemore, keeping the thrusts shallower.

“Cum with me baby, please? Cum on my cock so I can cum inside you.” His hand moved down between you, finding your clit and massaging it in firm, rhythmic circles, in time with his thrusts. You cried out at the mastery of his fingers, thrusting your hips against his to feel him in your throat.

“Oh y-yess fuck me back with that pussy,” Tsukishima's strong hands ran shakily to grip your sides firmly, guiding your body like a rag doll to hammer even harder inside you. “Come on pretty baby, let'me see that tiny cunt cum nice and easy f'me…Just like that– oh fuckk yea… you gonna make me cum baby, Ah fuck yesyesyesyes gonna cum… o-oh fuck, gonna cum so fucking hard – ahh Fuck–!”

You felt your climax building fast, like a wave about to break. His thrusts became sloppier, more desperate, his moans mixing with yours. And when the orgasm hit you, taking you apart completely, he came with you, burying himself all the way in and letting out a deep, hoarse moan into your neck, shaking all over.

The bodies remained glued together for silent seconds. Only the sound of the two trying to breathe properly filled the stuffy bathroom.

Tsukishima rested his forehead against yours again, still panting, and smiled—a slow smile, of someone satisfied and completely surrendered.

“Tell me you’ll stay after this.”

You smiled back, your fingers still playing with the back of his neck.

“I don't want to be anywhere else but here, with you.”

He laughed, and you felt the laughter vibrate against your body.

“That’s good to hear… because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

©This content belongs to @itoshislave 2025, do not modify, translate or repost on another platform.

[starsenha]

TEACHER'S PET / P.J smau

PAIRING: professor!jay x student!reader

SUMMARY: before your junior year of uni started, you and your friends decided to go to the club. who would've thought that the guy you hooked up with ended up being your new business management professor.

GENRE: smau, age gap (7 years), forbidden love, strangers to fb to lovers, fluff, angst, crack, SMUT, college setting

CHARACTERS: purple kiss's chaein as yn's faceclaim, enhypen (hyung line is aged up), new jeans' hanni, billie's suyeon, lesserafim's eunchae, boynextdoor's jaehyun, zerobaseone's ricky

WARNINGS: (a lot) of cursing, bad attempt at humour lmao, sexual jokes and suggestive af, smut in some chapters (minors dni)

TAGLIST: @jakef3ver @bxcndd @03sunoos @insommni4 @jjhmk @haevvv @hyinneehoon @wildtigerlili @eyesonlybutterflies @right-person-wrong-time @tkooooop @jooniesbears-blog @baedreamverse @kyshhhhhh @sunhyeswife @sumzysworld @rairaiblog @enhastars @firstclassjaylee (comment on this post or ask in my inbox <3)

UPDATE DAYS: tuesdays and sundays

a/n: since i'll be finishing about the boy tonight, here is my next smau since it was the one most votes after the riki one on the poll hihi 🤗

profile [one] [two]

[prologue] i'll fight you

[1] dangerous (written, 6,2k) SMUT IN THIS CHAP

[2] what is it mom

[3] suing u for emotional damage

[4] this is awkward (written, 1,3k)

[5] i might kms

[6] ew not you

[7] mistake (written, 1,9k) SUGGESTIVE

[8] older men

[9] relax batman

more coming soon...

[thedarkzyxabyss]

So, @albically has given me some of their Undertrojan OCs officially I guess? This was done a few days ago, and we worked everything out on call! ^^

(This character sheet lineup is by Whisper :3)

Everything in red (circled) AND Corrupted Frisk/Flowey is the ones I took for myself >:3 (ignore the other ones, I was figuring stuff out)

(Note: Potion is no longer mine! I have gifted Potion to a dear friend of mine ^^)

With that being said, here are the new designs! ^^ 🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗 (done with Whisper’s blessing hehe):

Anyways, yeah! I’m not taking over the Undertrojan AU inherently, simply snatching these characters for my own story/world 🥰 Updates on their personality and role in my story are to be updated and shared later!

See you!

[wildchild-11]

Jericho’s parents 🖤🦇😍

[ghostlynightpanda]

Just thought about something that might be funny but feel free to refuse it if you want 🤗

Maybe AiB characters reacting to reader wearing these earrings I made for myself?

I dunno bro, I just love to bite people, I have a problem 😭🙈

AIB Characters react to Reader biting them (affectionately)

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 2.870 words

Ann

You weren't sure what part of this new world had unlocked the more feral side of your personality, but you were fairly confident that the culprit was standing beside you right now — completely oblivious, totally composed, and annoyingly attractive.

Ann.

It wasn't her fault, really. She just had that face — serious, stoic, criminally pretty — and a calmness that made your brain short-circuit. The more collected she looked, the more your unhinged little goblin brain wanted to nibble her arm.

And so far, your strategy of getting her attention by gently biting her when she wasn't looking? Questionable. Effective? Absolutely.

You two were currently crouched in an alley, waiting out a patrol during a late-night Hearts game. Tension was high. Ann pointed toward a rooftop, discussing escape routes. Her arm moved in front of your face.

Mistake.

You bit her.

Lightly. Shoulder-adjacent. Not a chomp. More like a respectful nip.

She froze.

You blinked at her, the red heart earrings dangling beside your face swaying slightly. One of them read: "THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." The other: "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

Appropriate branding, really.

Ann turned her head, expression unreadable. "Did you just... bite me?"

"...Affectionately," you said, not even attempting to look guilty. "It's a sign of respect in some cultures."

She arched an eyebrow, lips twitching like she was holding back a smirk. "In what culture?"

"Mine."

Ann rolled her eyes and resumed watching the rooftops. "You're a menace."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The silence stretched comfortably for a moment. Then she spoke, soft but deliberate.

"You're lucky I like menaces."

Oh.

You stared at her, momentarily stunned into not biting, which was saying a lot. "Is that you flirting with me?"

She didn't answer. Just reached out, very casually, and gently bit your arm.

You almost passed out on the spot.

Ann tilted her head slightly, her voice low and dry. "Respectfully."

You clutched your chest in mock anguish. "I think I'm in love."

She shrugged. "Therapy is not enough."

You grinned. "Exactly why I need to bite people."

Kuina

Kuina had seen some weird things in this world — games that made no sense, people with names like "Hatter" or "Last Boss" and an inexplicably large number of people who still had the energy to flirt during life-or-death scenarios.

But you? You were something else entirely.

Today's flavor of chaos was you biting her.

Not hard. Not in a feral zombie kind of way. More like a little gremlin nudge of affection, always paired with a mischievous smile and those ridiculous red heart earrings bouncing next to your cheeks.

One said: "THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." The other: "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

And Kuina? She'd be lying if she said it didn't kind of grow on her.

It happened after a tense bout of hand-to-hand in a Clubs game. You'd both made it through, bruised and panting, collapsed on the rooftop of the building where the game had taken place. The sun was setting — which would've been romantic if you hadn't immediately leaned over and nibbled her arm like she was a damn fruit snack.

Kuina blinked down at the bite mark. Then at you.

"Seriously?"

You flopped dramatically onto your back. "I don't have the words, Kuina. I just have teeth and feelings."

Kuina laughed, the kind that was sharp around the edges but secretly fond. "You're so weird. That's your idea of a love confession?"

"Did it work?"

She tilted her head. "Maybe."

You lit up like someone had just handed you a bag of candy and a second chance at life. "So you're saying if I bite you again—"

She lunged forward and gently bit your cheek before you could finish the sentence. You froze mid-sentence.

Kuina pulled back, grinning. "Two can play that game."

You stared at her in awe. "That was so hot."

"Yeah?" she smirked. "Try biting me again and I'll really show you what hot looks like."

You squinted at her. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Yes."

You flopped over onto her lap and sighed like a Victorian maiden. "Take me, my sharp-toothed queen."

She laughed, playing with your hair idly. "You're lucky I like weirdos."

"You say that like I'm not the best decision you've ever made."

"I haven't made it yet," she teased. "Still weighing the risks of dating someone who bites people like a nervous hamster."

"You love it."

"...I kinda do."

Mira

You met her during a lull between games, in one of those eerie moments where the world felt still — too still. You were lounging across a couch in a half-destroyed hotel lounge, wearing your red heart earrings with their signature declarations:

"THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

Mira's gaze had lingered on them. Then on you. She smiled, slow and sharp.

"A cry for help, or a warning?"

You tilted your head at her like a cat deciding whether to pounce. "Depends on the day."

She laughed — that musical, spine-tingling kind of laugh that made most people question whether she was flirting or threatening them. You didn't care which it was. You were already enamored.

It wasn't until days later that the biting actually happened.

She was standing beside you, pointing something out on a map, her arm right in front of your face — and your brain activated like muscle memory. You leaned in and nipped her wrist, a light, playful bite.

She didn't flinch.

Just turned to you with a look of amused curiosity, like you were a strange animal doing tricks she hadn't taught yet.

"Did you just bite me?" she asked, voice calm and laced with delight.

"Yes," you said proudly. "It's how I say I like you."

"And what happens if I bite you back?" she purred.

Your brain blue-screened. "...Then we're dating?"

Mira's smile turned positively wicked. She stepped closer — too close — eyes glittering like she'd just found her new favorite game.

"Interesting," she murmured. "So affection for you is... a full-contact sport?"

You shrugged. "Well-adjusted people don't wear earrings like these."

She reached up and gently brushed her fingers over one of them. "No. But they do make things infinitely more entertaining."

And then — in the most confusing, flustering moment of your life — Mira leaned in and bit your shoulder.

Soft. Intentional. Infuriatingly slow.

You short-circuited.

She leaned back with that same unreadable smile. "Consider this... mutual interest."

You blinked. "So... like. Do we bite more now? Is this a thing?"

"Only if you can keep up," she said, already turning away, voice like silk. "Try not to fall in love too quickly, darling. I like to take my time with my... amusements."

You stared after her, mouth slightly open.

"…I'm in so much danger."

And you'd never been happier.

Aguni

Aguni wasn't used to softness.

He'd known violence. Leadership. Loyalty carved in blood and grit. But softness? Playfulness? Ridiculous red earrings that read:

"THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

Yeah, that was new.

And unfortunately for him (and fortunately for you), you had decided that Aguni — intimidating, silent, built-like-a-tank Aguni — was your favorite person to bite.

Lightly. Respectfully. But still. These arms, these shoulders… They were made to be nipped on. 

It started when he pointed at something during a strategy meeting.

You were standing next to him, trying to focus, really trying, but then his arm moved in front of you — taut muscle, veiny forearm, god-tier bite zone — and before your brain could intervene, you leaned over and nibbled his bicep.

The entire room went silent.

Aguni turned his head. Very slowly.

You looked up at him, completely unapologetic. "I'm expressing affection. Please don't crush me."

He stared at you. Just stared. No reaction.

Then — somehow more terrifying — he said nothing and kept going like nothing had happened.

You spent the rest of the meeting wondering if you were about to be gently executed.

But he didn't avoid you.

In fact, he let you follow him around like a feral little shadow. And when you bit him again — this time the shoulder, mid-walk — he just sighed and muttered, "You've got problems."

You grinned, heart earrings bouncing. "Yeah, but I'm your problem now."

He looked at you then. Really looked. And there was the faintest flicker of a smirk.

"Guess so."

You found out he liked it more than he let on when, during another bite (this time sneak-attacked to the ribs), he actually reached over and pulled you into a headlock.

"Think you're cute, huh?" he said gruffly.

You squeaked. "You're smiling! Admit it, you like it!"

"That's not a smile," he grumbled.

"You're smiling with your soul, Aguni."

He rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I don't bite back."

"Don't make promises you're not prepared to follow through on, big guy."

Pause.

Aguni raised an eyebrow. "...You want me to bite you?"

Your brain caught fire and spontaneously combusted.

"Hypothetically," you said, suddenly shy.

He just chuckled, deep and low, the sound vibrating through your chest.

"Get through one day without biting me," he said, "and maybe I'll return the favor."

You gasped. "You're evil."

"No," he said, walking off. "You are."

You grinned, biting the air in his direction.

"See you tomorrow, Aguni~!"

Niragi

Most people knew better than to get close to Niragi.

You, on the other hand, had walked right up to him, locked eyes, and bitten his arm.

Lightly. Affectionately. But still. No hesitation. Just a clean little chomp.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, you pulled back, smiled up at him, and said:

"Hi. You seem emotionally constipated. I bite people I like."

The earrings swinging beside your face didn't help your case. "THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

He blinked.

Then laughed. Not the maniacal, I'm-about-to-light-someone-on-fire kind of laugh you usually heard from him — but a genuine, startled, what-the-hell-is-this-creature kind of laugh.

"You're absolutely insane," he said.

You beamed. "So I've been told."

Most people backed off when Niragi got close. You? You got closer.

When he shoved people around, you shoved back. When he made one of his signature threats, you responded with, "Aw, is that your version of flirting?"

And when he stood too close, trying to intimidate you with that cruel, sharp-toothed smirk?

You bit him.

Every. Time.

The first time he caught you off guard, you were sitting on a rooftop, watching the city burn a little in the distance — and Niragi, weirdly quiet, had dropped down beside you.

You didn't say anything. Just reached out and bit his sleeve-covered forearm, gently.

He exhaled slowly. "You never quit, do you?"

"Only when I'm dead. Or married. Whichever comes first."

He stared at you for a long moment. Then leaned in close. "You know what's really messed up?" he muttered. "I think I like it."

Your heart did a weird little hop. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, eyes gleaming. "Kinda makes me wanna bite you back."

You blinked. "...I am listening."

And then — like he was testing you — he leaned in and bit your neck. Quick. Not hard. Just enough to make your breath hitch.

You stared at him, wide-eyed. "You bit me."

He smirked. "Yeah. Now we're even."

"No," you said, already grinning. "Now we're dating."

He scoffed, but didn't move away. "You're so weird."

"And yet here you are, biting me on a rooftop like we're in some kind of feral rom-com."

Pause.

"…God, you're lucky you're hot," he muttered, flopping back beside you.

You smiled. "You gonna bite me again?"

"Probably. Try and stop me."

You held up your arm like a sacrifice. "Here. I'm yours."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "You're a menace."

You leaned against his shoulder. "Takes one to love one."

Last Boss

Most people were afraid of Last Boss.

And to be fair — yeah. Reasonable.

The guy was a tattooed, sword-wielding enigma who barely spoke but made intense eye contact like he could see your secrets. Even the loudest members of the Beach gave him a wide berth.

You? Not so much.

You had made direct eye contact, walked up to him, and after thirty full seconds of silence, bitten his arm like a squirrel trying to assert dominance.

Lightly. Respectfully. But still.

He didn't flinch.

He didn't even blink.

Just looked down at you with a blank expression as your ridiculous red heart earrings swung gently beside your face.

One said: "THERAPY IS NOT ENOUGH." The other: "I NEED TO BITE PEOPLE."

You swallowed. "It's a love thing. Or, like, a you're-cool-and-I-wanna-nibble thing. Please don't stab me."

He blinked. Once. Then —slowly— tilted his head.

"You bite people… you like?" he said, voice calm and weirdly gentle.

You nodded. "It's how I cope with overwhelming affection. Some people write poems. I use teeth."

There was a long silence. Then something utterly insane happened.

He smiled.

Not a smirk. Not creepy. Just… genuine. The faintest upward tug of his lips, like your chaos had broken through whatever steel wall he lived behind.

"…Interesting," he murmured.

From then on, it became a bit of a game.

He'd appear behind you silently (as he always did), and you'd instinctively bite his arm, shoulder, or sometimes his side if he got too close while you were distracted.

He never told you to stop.

Sometimes he'd even lean in, like he was offering himself up.

"Here," he'd say once, nudging your face with his forearm. "I annoyed you earlier. You can bite."

You blinked at him. "You're enabling me."

"I think I like it."

"...You're a menace in monk's clothing."

"I am whatever you think I am."

You blinked slowly. "Are you… flirting with me?"

"I don't know," he said quietly. "Am I?"

One night, you bit him on the wrist while he was cleaning his sword. He didn't even look up.

"Is this what dating is now?" he asked.

You shrugged. "I don't make the rules."

"You kinda do," he said. Then, casually — like discussing the weather — he leaned down and bit you back.

Your soul left your body.

"Okay," you squeaked. "That was not in the rulebook, but I'll allow it."

He tilted his head. "Should I stop?"

"Absolutely not."

He didn't say anything, just smirked faintly again — a rare gift — and went back to sharpening his blade like he hadn't just activated your entire nervous system.

You were the gremlin with the bitey heart earrings. He was the quiet sword guy who let you chew on his shoulder to express affection.

Together, you were terrifying.

Chishiya

There were three types of people in the Borderlands:

Those who feared Chishiya.

Those who respected him.

And then there was you, who walked right up and bit his hoodie sleeve.

No warning. No context. Just a full-on, casual "hello I'm unwell" nibble.

You pulled back and shrugged. "You were in biting range. That's on you."

Chishiya stared at you like you were a particularly interesting virus under a microscope. "Was that… a threat?" he asked, mildly amused.

"Nope," you said brightly. "Affection. I bite people I like."

He blinked slowly.

Then looked down at your earrings.

"…Fitting."

You expected him to avoid you after that. That's what most people did.

Instead, he started lingering.

He'd pass by close enough for you to reach out. He'd sit within biting radius. He'd "innocently" lean forward while pointing at maps, his arm drifting right in front of your mouth.

So you bit him again. And again.

Once on the sleeve. Once on the wrist. Once directly on the hoodie cord just to see if he'd react.

He never pulled away.

But that glint in his eye? That was dangerous.

"You're studying me," you said one day, after a particularly bold shoulder bite.

He raised an eyebrow. "You're very biteable."

You blinked. "That's not a word."

"It is now," he said, clearly delighted by your outrage. "Biteable. Like huggable, but with teeth. Describes you perfectly."

"I'M the biter—"

"And yet," he interrupted, stepping closer, "you seem very… biteable too."

Your mouth opened. Closed. Blue-screened.

"I— what— you— are you threatening to bite me back?"

Chishiya smiled. "No. I'm promising."

When he finally did it — out of nowhere, in the middle of a quiet corridor — it was so quick you almost thought you imagined it.

A sharp, precise little bite to your shoulder. Then he stepped back like nothing had happened, his hoodie half covering his smug little smirk.

You blinked. "Did you just—"

"Must be contagious," he said.

You squinted at him. "You're flirting."

"I prefer 'psychologically experimenting.'"

"Same thing."

"Only if it works."

Pause.

You stepped closer, grinning. "It's working."

He tilted his head, letting you bite his wrist again like it was a secret handshake.

"I know," he said, smug.

You became known as "Chishiya's pet gremlin" around the Beach, which you took as a compliment.

He, for his part, simply let it happen — and smirked whenever someone asked why he tolerated your bitey nonsense.

"They make life more interesting," he'd say.

And occasionally, just occasionally, he'd bare his teeth like a cat about to pounce.

"Careful," he'd murmur. "Bite too hard, and I might bite back."

Which, for you, was less of a warning… and more of a challenge.

Masterlist

[aventurineswife]

Heey :3

I'm a bit new to HSR but I would love to make a request regardless. A platonic request with a reader that lost their parents at a very young age and somehow ended up with the listed characters With Boothill, Aventurine, Gallagher, Gepard (if I requested over the character limit just chip some off <33)

Reader is like in their teen years

Fragments of Fate

Tags: Boothill x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Teen!Reader, Platonic Relationships, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff with Angst, Protective Characters, Emotional Bonding, Slow Burn Friendship.

Warnings: Mentions of Parental Loss, Themes of Grief and Trauma, Violence (Mild/Implied), Angst with a Happy/Bittersweet Ending, Possible Depictions of Flashbacks (Trauma-Related), Protective Behavior.

A/N: WELCOME TO THE FANDOM!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY AND DON'T LET THE WEIRD PEOPLE GET TO YOU!! 🤗💕💖

[Part 2]

The galaxy was vast, unkind, and unrelenting—traits Boothill understood better than most. When he found you wandering the outskirts of a ruined settlement, it felt like staring into a mirror of his past. A teen, lost and alone, with nothing but the smoldering remains of a life stolen too soon. You reminded him of himself, crying in the snow all those years ago.

The first thing Boothill taught you was how to defend yourself.

"Out here," he said, crouched by the fire with his mechanical hand resting on his holstered revolver, "you either draw fast, or you're done for." His eyes locked onto you, and for the first time since meeting him, you saw something other than sharp wit and vengeance in his expression—concern.

But Boothill wasn’t a teacher in the traditional sense. His lessons came wrapped in stories of survival, laughter, and his signature dramatic flair. He showed you how to handle a blaster, track footprints across barren wastelands, and recognize when to stand your ground—or when to run.

One evening, as the two of you watched stars streak across the dark sky, Boothill broke his usual bravado. "The world’s gonna throw you into the dirt," he said softly, his shark-like teeth catching the firelight. "But you? You’re gonna get back up every time. You hear me, kid?"

In Boothill, you found a guardian who didn’t pity you but saw your strength—even when you didn’t see it yourself.

Meeting Aventurine wasn’t a chance encounter; it was destiny orchestrated by a gambler who always bet on himself. You stumbled into his orbit during a skirmish between the IPC and local rebels, a frightened teen who had lost everything. He could have walked away—after all, you were just another face in a galaxy filled with suffering. But something about the fire in your eyes stopped him.

"You’ve got guts, kid," he remarked, adjusting his glasses as he ushered you into the safety of his suite. "Stick with me, and you might just learn how to play this game called life."

Life with Aventurine was a whirlwind of unpredictability. He taught you how to navigate high-stakes situations, whether it was bluffing your way out of trouble or making calculated risks that turned the odds in your favor.

One day, he handed you a deck of cards, each one worn and bearing faint marks from years of use. "Lesson one," he said with a smirk. "The game’s rigged, but that doesn’t mean you can’t win."

Aventurine’s mentorship wasn’t about coddling. He challenged you, pushed you to think ahead, and celebrated your victories with genuine pride. Yet, there were moments of vulnerability—late-night conversations where he’d share fragments of his own tragic past. "We’re not so different, you and I," he admitted one night, his voice quieter than usual. "We both know what it’s like to lose everything. But here’s the trick, kid: we don’t let it break us."

With Aventurine, you learned that survival wasn’t just about strength—it was about strategy, resilience, and knowing when to bet it all.

When Gepard found you, it was during one of the harshest Fragmentum attacks Belobog had ever faced. You were huddled in the ruins of a home, clutching a makeshift weapon and trembling with fear. The sight of you—so young, so lost—stirred something deep within him.

"You’re safe now," he said, his voice steady and reassuring as he extended a gloved hand. "I’ll protect you. That’s a promise."

Life under Gepard’s care was structured and disciplined, but never harsh. He treated you with kindness and respect, understanding the pain of loss in a way only someone who had carried the weight of duty could.

He taught you how to wield a weapon—not for revenge, but for defense. "Strength isn’t about defeating your enemies," he said during a training session. "It’s about protecting what matters most."

Gepard’s lessons extended beyond combat. He instilled in you a sense of responsibility and compassion, encouraging you to help others even when the world seemed bleak. Under his guidance, you began to rebuild your confidence, finding purpose in small acts of courage and kindness.

One night, as snow fell softly outside the city walls, Gepard joined you by the fire. "I know it’s hard," he said, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "But you’re not alone anymore. You have a family here—with me, with the Silvermane Guards. And together, we’ll face whatever comes."

With Gepard, you found more than a protector—you found a father figure who believed in you, even when you struggled to believe in yourself.

[stevetoppsculpture]

Hello dear friends, I hope I'm finding you well on this Monday afternoon and may I wish you a great new week ahead.

Today I'd like to present a new black and white photograph of my sculpture called Spike. This sculpture was modelled in water based clay and I allowed the clay to dry. I then applied some colours in order to really bring out the creature's character and personality.

This sculpture was based on the characters from the film Gremlins and was a fun project to create. I decided to take the photo of Spike in the bathroom in the hope that it would add a little humour to the picture. As these creatures were mischievous and always larking about in the films.

I'm currently finishing up a new sculpture and I look forward to presenting that on here very soon, keep well and Take care 🤗☺️👋

[richeeduvie]

hey👋 😊🤗

where’s wedding bells pt.2 😠😾🔫

Wedding Bells (Part Two)

Stewy H. x Reader, Roman R. x Reader (complicated), Kendall R x Reader (minor, minor as in what Baby was when she was groomed by him) here yall go damn!! (jk it's been long overdue after my failures I love u guys)

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PART ONE (OUT OF FIVE), AUTHOR MASTERLIST After assuring Roman that Stewy being your date was nothing but a platonic necessity for Shiv's wedding, the start of the night has decided on proving you wrong. It's much to your dismay...maybe not so much Stewy's (for the most part), but most certainly Kendall's. Knowing the aspects of the "DogandBone!AU" do help add content to both parts of this story, but you do not need to read anything prior to understand it. If you would like to, you can go onto my masterlist linked and browse through the masterlists/content of my succession characters. All are content for DAB!AU. Or you can simply search up the tag. (Stewy's POV next!)

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The ceremony was beautiful, vows mandated. Knowing Tom as your technical boss, you're sure he wanted to say something from the heart. Knowing Shiv...Shiv, Shiv, your only girl friend Shiv...you know she wouldn't have that.

Roman took to looking bored next to Tabitha. You caught him making quips to her and you hate to wonder what he was saying, if he'd tell you the same things if you were his date.

Or maybe there's just some different with you that you wouldn't get the default comments out of Roman. Something just for you.

Maybe that's true for the past, before Tabitha and the now. You hate to think that, you think to not be over it already - you were asking Roman the what ifs of finding someone for you and you've got nothing to show for being ready to find that someone. That not-Roman.

Almost. Not really. No, you won't say you do have something to show for you. That something being taking looks at Stewy in the aisles.

Feeling your heart skip when he caught you taking those looks.

You were to not figure what the fuck Stewy was thinking at your stares when you were supposed to be gooey-goo over the new marriage of your friend. You were and are to not think about the way he met your eyes. You were to not notice the way Roman's head quickly, curtly snapped to follow where you were looking.

And now it's time for pictures!

"Has new, tanner dick brought you cause to lie to me?"

Roman kicks the grass, cut and too green underneath the both of you. What he's wearing isn't much different than his suits day to day at Waystar, but he looks nice. You don't know how to feel about how you don't feel the warm roll throughout your body at the sight of him handsome. Like he's not your boyfriend anymore.

He never was, he wasn't ever anything but the only person you've ever been in love with. Felt your loins on fire for, if you want to be gross about it.

You tilt your head.

"What?"

They're flashing pictures of just the bride and groom and it leaves Roman to whine to you on the sidelines. Stewy...in fact him and Kendall are nowhere to be found. You just know it's got something to do with whatever will ruin this family again. It'll be by tonight and forgiven in two weeks. At least the way you've grown into Roman over the years isn't something of a complete waste, you get understand the family you're working for for the rest of fucking time. Life.

Frank waves to you, you wave back.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

Roman's slapped your hand down mid-wave.

"You told me you just needed a date and you were too stupid to go with the obvious three-way Tabitha and I offered. Okay. I accepted that like I wasn't being fucked, but then you're fucking Stewy with your eyes, opening legs with your irises at my sister's wedding. Bridesmaid gangbang."

"...Are the bridesmaids gangbanging Stewy?"

Roman's brows are perpetually down, nose flared. You've shat on the grass, basically. The joke's bombed.

"You. Stewy...and his of color cock and his smarmy eyes. You think you can find out the number to his shaft shade by now? With all the times you've-"

Your eyes dart to where his fist opens and closes, then to where his neck rolls and head jolts. It's like a visual cough.

"Jesus Christ, you know what? Let me just not quip bullshit, I can be serious. I think I deserve that, maybe?" He sniffs.

And there it is...or there it isn't. No automatic, instinctual rush to comfort Roman and hold him or punish his insecurities with teases or insults punchier than his. Nothing.

Because you see Stewy coming up behind him.

You've always noticed he holds himself well, ever since you were younger. But now...no.

But then, you look into Roman's eyes, brown - facing rejection or no-care he's always so sure of. You sigh.

There it is. The rush.

Roman leans into your palm on his bicep.

"I'm going to ask if you've been keeping track of how many times you've ridden him. Or he's ridden you. You've taken to American Paint Horses."

"...When the fuck did you know pony breeds?"

"When you started fucking the brown kind."

Jesus. Roman.

"Roman! Fucking cool it. You're being...like, racist. Cartoonishly racist over something that you've made up in your head."

"It's not racist. Stewy's brown. Shocker. You went from me, not brown, to him. That's a fact. I didn't press negatives onto the color of his cock or our cultural differences in...fetishes."

Roman blinks, he turns to Stewy smiling at you before he's talking to Kendall.

"And did I make it up? Really."

You blink. You sigh.

It just slips out.

"You went from me to Tabitha. Should I whine?"

The words already leave a bad taste in your mouth once they leave it. They're not even particularly jealous-sounding, it's more of a casual tease to bite Roman and his hypocrisy. Still, it reeks on your tongue - it's a gag of admittance and by Roman's smug fucking face, you know he knows it too.

It's a slow growing smugness, too. First it's comprehension of what you said in the first place, then it's realization - life breathed onto his face.

Complete satisfaction.

....She still likes me. Wants me. Fuck it, knew it. Her vagina cares enough to be jealous. Knew it, knew it. Knew it. Thank God, I thought I was fucking done for and ready to be shot out back.

"I'm joking, but it's also a genuine question...because you're doing that over something you're making up in your head, Rom."

Roman puts his hands on his hips, lips pursing out.

"I just question the stares, you baby. That's all I'm doing. It's fair, they were like - fucky eyes."

No.

You don't know what they were.

"No. They weren't. And I-"

"Okay, now the family together!"

You turn to the photographer, Roman doesn't.

"I don't think you get to think over who I stare at, may-"

"Fuck you. Of course I do. I don't deny you from commenting on Tab's love for me as a result of pussy envy. I don't. I won't...and we..."

Roman turns to his family gathering, Shiv's blinking quick at him. It's like she's cursing at him to hurry the fuck up. He turns back.

"We can talk about it. Past the bullshit."

...Really?

"Really?"

The word on your tongue is more sarcastic than it is in your head. And there, in the pause...it's like Roman's pulling back from the openness of himself. Taking what he's put out away.

"Me and Tabitha and you...sure."

"...Mm. Shiv's waiting for you."

"Like, do I have to stop playing bits here and be fun for you to actually still have fun with me-"

"Roman, hurry the fuck up, dude! Seriously."

"Cool it! I don't care that it's your wedding, Shivy Ginge. I'll set fire to your minge."

He taps into his British roots there before he's off. Not before he kisses your knuckles, though.

"I just fucking miss you, weirdo. I want conversations. I just...I don't like...do things in spite - not towards you, even though you're being fucking weird. I don't make wounds and shove my dick into them as a gotcha."

It's said as he moves off. They take photos - the Roys...your Roys. You smile at Kendall when he smiles at you. Your thumb rubs your knuckle, you won't think about his kiss.

"Tabitha, just get it here."

But you don't think anything at all when they let Tabitha into the frame. It's easy for her. Rightfully so, but it's on your skin on a knife and you don't feel that's right.

But you don't feel it go away.

It hits you like the first time you cried as a child. It's a childish hurt and you can't make it go away as you watch the camera flash and Roys and Tabitha smile, as they bring Rava into the picture taking. Rightfully so.

It's a nail in the coffin, the confirmation what Roman has with Tabitha is real.

Your love, it still here thumping at your heart, is not.

Why are you about to cry?

"Hey, you."

You turn to the dark-haired, clean bearded man at your side. His knowing but soft voice.

"Hey, Stewy."

"What's with the glossy eyes?"

The burning is against the sudden, unwanted warmth you feel. You don't want to feel warmth at how Stewy's so close to you. You've been close to him before and nothing - nothing like what you feel with Roman.

But here, everything with what you feel with Roman. Maybe something new, something giddy that differs because Stewy isn't Roman, he's Stewy. He exists differently.

And now Roman exists away from you.

"Weddings, you know?"

Stewy smiles thin, brown eyes light.

"...Yeah. No. But even if it was yeah...I don't think it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Wambsgans getting me leaky. How's your legs from your formal-attire workout."

"...Upright planking?"

"Exactly."

You are sore. "It was a workout. At least I didn't have to listen to DIY vows. That would've been the real challenge."

Stewy leans you. You try not to breathe, you don't know why.

"I don't know, I think it'd be fun to see a Roy attempt romantics in public. Do you remember Ken's wedding with Rava?"

Yes. You won't be mean in your thoughts, genuinely.

"Yeah. The singing during the dinner was cute, I'm glad he chose to put that stunt there instead of the altar."

Stewy puts his hands in his pockets.

"Isn't that fucking right." His voice is warm, almost teasing - well...always teasing, even if the conversation is genuine. You know him well enough to know he's not fucking with you, laughing at you in the bore of small talk. It's just how he talks.

You also know him well enough to know his cologne is wearing off.

"You're not going to join the happy family photoshoot?"

"No. Have no reason to."

You and him haven't been facing each other in your talk, eyes to the Roy family with Tabitha and Rava as the reception beings to bustle inside.

You wonder if Stewy feels the tension too. If you're crazy - if you're childish for thinking he does or if you're both for feeling it yourself in the first place.

"That's a same, you're basically a fifth child. Which makes whatever you had with Roman incested. Which makes it less hot. I know, I'm weird, not...illegally weird, though. For the most part...so, the honorary incest is not hot, now that I think of it."

Stewy takes his hand out of his pocket. You see it out of the corner of your eye and you feel his touch on your back a couple seconds after.

You don't see how he pauses, you couldn't know how he thinks about how this touch is going to feel on his skin.

What the fuck happened, man? What happened that now things are...fucking coiling inside him. Like he's a boy - or no. Gross, cartoonish to describe it like...now it's just different with you. What fucking happened?"

Stewy smiles.

"You're perfume is disappearing on us. I don't want to be sniffing up on your sweat follicles while we're dancing, princess."

You shiver.

Why the fuck are you on fire in the best way possible?

"What a bore, right? Let's get inside."

Shiv fixes the waist of her dress.

"Yeah, honey. Photos are a bore, but important for our memoralization of our love...tonight, right? And I think we're supposed to let everyone go in first before we come crashing as bride and groom."

Photos are done. Everyone separates and even in the fire, you look to see if Roman's watching the flames. And....

Of course he is. But then you realize that you didn't tell Kendall that Stewy's your date. You didn't think you had to, but his eyes catching to where his best friend holds you is where you remember that yeah, Stewy's his best friend. The only reason why you know Stewy is because he's Kendall's best friend that he introduced when you were 14. You'll give him more leeway than you give to Roman. Even though it's still a date you needed, it must be weird for Kendall to see without context.

"I think you looked very beautiful up there."

You turn to Stewy, heart beating quick. Too quick for you to judge yourself for it.

"For Shiv's sake, I won't say you outdid her but...you were the closest bridesmaid to doing the out."

You smile to break away from that tension - between him and between how Kendall's hand drops from Rava's waist, how his eyes blink low from afar.

"You were examining all of us up there to figure that out?"

It's a joke you think warrants another smarmy-charming reply.

But all Stewy does is just hold his head up with something....serious along his face. Nothing under a tease, just eyes not blinking before he looks to the grass.

"No."

You can't stop your smile from falling before the photographer comes up to the both of you.

"Hey, you two want a photo? Cute couple."

"Oh, we're jus-"

"Sure. Have at us."

Stewy says it as charming as he says everything before he pulls you close by the waist.

"Oh, I can smell you better now. Smile, princess."

You do with every roll of fire on your skin. Your stomach turns over.

Maybe it's not childish...it's just new, it's just how you feel. What you hate is that you do, that it's Stewy. You have a right to new people, a new person to feel like this for...but not Stewy.

But it is, for some strange, new reason.

The camera shutters on you and him.

"Can I kiss you? It'll be modest. Cheeky."

It doesn't take you more than two seconds for it to slip out.

"...Sure. Yeah."

"Alright, yeah."

Stewy says it quietly before he kisses your cheek.

Oh, God.

The camera shutter, you might be...shuddering. You smile anyway. The photographer smiles too.

"Alright, make sure to catch the bouquet!"

They walk off and Stewy doesn't let go of you. You realize that he was holding it before the photographer came up for photos.

...Just breathe, just breathe.

And you do, Stewy's face doesn't stop you from breathing, you're able to breathe into it. Because of it - suddenly.

With his smile, with his smile.

...Maybe you'll indulge, maybe you have been indulging.

"I-"

You were going to, just before there's the sound of immense gagging. Vomiting.

"Fuck!"

"Rome?"

"Roman? What the fuck?"

Stewy turns to the commotion, brows rising up.

"Oh...oh. Fuck. That's disgusting."

It's Roman puking chunks onto the grass. Tabitha stands over him, complete ohs and rightful confusion on now knowing what to do. His father, Logan just looks completely disappointed.

Roman's hunches over. He's holding his head in what you know to be complete pain.

What the fuck?

"Roman?"

Of course, he doesn't answer you. You go to go up to him, but there's a hand on yours.

"I think we can go inside. Roman's vomit breath will meet us there, it looks like he's got enough people to check on him and his insides."

"I don't th-"

Even after everything, or because of everything, you still try and go to Roman. But Tabitha's hands rubbing his back stop you.

It takes the breath out of you.

Yeah, it's just...he'll meet you inside. Roman's got comfort, he decided it wouldn't be you and that'll stop hurting.

Roman will stop hurting a lot easier than you, you're sure. It'll be okay, you've got the rest of your life to take his insults of tonight.

"Okay, yeah. Let's go."

You hear the last of the gags as you and Stewy head inside to the start of the reception.

"I think they got my favorite desert, actually. I don't know how. If I'm feeling sultry and you're feeling consensual, I'll fork it into your mouth for you to try."

"...Sounds sultry. Okay"

You neither lean or move away from his hand on the small of your back. You let him pick something out of your hair.

"Roman, what the fuck? You okay, bro?"

"That was...you okay, son?"

You won't catch how Roman can't catch his breath. He can't recover. He can't come up from his knees. He actually lowers.

Tabitha's hands feels like bees, unfuckingfortunately. Roman crawls away and jolts at her palm finding him again.

"Stop! Just- it's fine. Stop. Sorry, sorry, Tab's. Dad, I'm good. I'm-"

He hacks. He can't breathe.

He knows why he can't breathe, but where are you? Where are the hands that actually feel like life digging back into his lungs?

Roman looks up.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

Where are you?

"Roma-"

Whoever's talking to him gets interrupted by more vomiting. He's choking on it.

"Oh fucking Christ. I'm going, I'm going inside, Pinky. Someone get him water. Absolutely disgusting."

He would say he doesn't know what he did, but he does. He just doesn't...but he's sorry.

Where did you go? Why don't you come back?

"Roman, baby-"

"Don't fuckin-I said! I said stop. Sorry, you'll touch me later. I'm sorry."

He really fucking is, but someone else will be. If Roman sees Stewy in there...the bullet in Roman's head will be his to blame. That'll make him feel better.

Roman wipes his mouth, his eyes. He sniffles.

"Are you cry-"

"No! Tabitha, stop! Shiv - go get banged, it's your wedding day."

He can feel eyes. So, he's right. Staring does mean things.

"Fuck off!"

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so I’m allowed to make a MD human AU…right?

RIGHT!

I wanted to get back into drawing some human characters and I wanted to do some studies of N as a human at the same time, the result- these awesome drawings 🤗

Basically some small information about the human versions of them:

- When a “drone” becomes “dead” or is disposed of incorrectly and the solver takes control, their skin becomes paler then when before they were disassembled. CYN used to have a similar skin color to N, but dying can in fact…make you a bit pale.

- When N, J and V become Murder Drones, their skin also mirrors this quality.

- Due to the nanites in their bodies, their eyes glow, and their headbands and tails are connected to their spines. Their ears have also mutated to be more large and sensitive due to CYNS modifications on them, helping them in their hunts trying to wipe out the “drones” beneath them.

-When they bleed, the Murder Drones blood is neon, matching their headband bulb color and tail color, instead of gray, due to them you know…not being filled with oil and blood instead.

- Their scars tend to glow neon yellow as well when they are in their Feral Murder Modes, due to the scars skin being thinner than their normal skin.

- The scars they have received were mostly given to them in Elliot Manor from Tessa’s parents, except for N’s neck scars resulting from all the times his head has been lobbed off by J and V.

- CYNs left eye was stabbed by a fork by James Elliot before her death, making her permanently blind in it and sporting a not so pretty scar she tends to be self conscious about until the solver takes over her entirely.

- N’s face scar was given to him by Louisa one day while protecting CYN when the others weren’t around, by throwing a glass at his face. And of course, he still had to clean it up while injured. 🤕 Most of his scars come from protecting the ones he loves, such as V, Tessa and CYN.

- N used to have hazel eyes and light brown hair before he died and got his warm yellow Murder Drone color, pale skin and sandy brown hair. Out of his squad, N’s neon yellow is the most warmest color, leaning towards more orange than yellow.

- N also has stretch marks around his shoulders, torso, belly and legs, from where his growth process and body modifications were more…painful.

- P.S this is my first time drawing CYN! I have to draw her drone form!! She’s so fun to draw!💛💛

- I will be doing study’s of human V, J and Uzi!! I’m working on Uzis as I type this!!!

I hope you enjoyed this little practice of mine, more art coming soon! I’m also so glad you are enjoying my new chapter of my Absolutely Fanfic on Archive of Our Own! And for those who don’t know what that is, you can read it below!!!

YOU CAN FIND UZI’s human form HERE !!