#still putting it out there tho

[evilcharming18]

Walls Made Of Paper

Ava and Janine in a hotel with thin walls. Ava couldn't help but to make Janine be quiet in bed.

Hi all, this is my first time posting Ava/Janine and I do have more planned for them. This was written for the Abbott discord and our little 12 days of Christmas event. I hope you enjoy this and tell me your thoughts!

Prompt: the staff all go on a trip to a conference and have neighboring rooms with very thin walls making your ship have to be very quiet

Also posted on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/43421220

They spent hours at this conference. It started at 8 am, way before Ava normally got up in the morning. Janine woke up bright and early at 6 am, turning on all the lights and humming as she walked around the room. 

Ava eventually got out of bed, unable to ignore the light or the unusually upbeat song Janine was humming. She watched as Janine flitted around the room, going from the bathroom to the closet. Ava worked around her effortlessly, finding the pattern eventually and finding her way into it. 

Ava did her best to convince Janine to go on without her, her own way to get a few more moments (more like hours) of rest before she actually attended one of these boring ass lectures. Janine, of course, refused which meant Ava was on time, bright and early at the first lecture on classroom management. 

After hours of lectures and only an hour lunch break, everyone was beyond ready to go back to their rooms and decompress. They waved goodbye to their coworkers before walking into their room, finally free to do whatever they wanted. 

And Ava knew exactly what she wanted to do. 

As soon as the door closed, Ava pulled Janine close and Janine let out a small yelp.

“Girl, be quiet,” Ava whispered, staring down at her girlfriend.

“You startled me,” Janine whispered with a pout and Ava lifted her chin with her finger so they made eye contact. 

“What did you think I was here for?”

“Well, yeah, of course,” Janine began to ramble on as she heard Ava’s voice drop, her own voice growing higher in pitch. She could feel her skin tingle as she looked up into Ava’s eyes. She didn’t think she would ever get used to Ava looking at her like that.

Like she was the only thing she wanted in the world. 

“Janine, stop talking,” Ava commanded and Janine immediately stopped, nodding her head instead. 

Ava pushed them back until Janine fell back against the bed. Ava seemed impossibly tall as she stood over her and it only made the ache between her legs grow.

“We just sat through the most boring lectures and all I could think about was you,” Ava murmured and Janine squeezed her legs shut, avoiding her eyes.

“Oh, you-what?” Janine stuttered and Ava grinned satisfied with how flustered Janine got.  

“Thinking about you, how excited you were, you took notes didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, that’s the- you’re teasing me,”

“Glad you caught on,” Ava hooked her fingers under the waistband of her pants. Janine lifted her hips instinctively, Ava pulling them down and off in the same motion. 

“Jesus,” Ava murmured before kissing the inside of her thigh. She kissed further up until she reached the dip of her hip, just as the waistline of her panties. 

Janine whimpered as she laid back, letting Ava take complete control. She could feel every breath Ava took, only making it harder to stay quiet. She didn’t need a reminder that Jacob and Greg were right next door and knew nothing about their relationship. 

Ava let her hand trail up under Janine’s shirt, reaching her bra and cursing its presence. Janine arched up slowly as Ava brought her fingers back to her waist. 

“Off,” it only took one syllable to have Janine in a puddle. She lifted again, giving Ava room to pull her panties down and off her legs. 

“Ava,”

“Yes,” she sounded impatient, her fingers gripping the inside of Janine’s thighs as she held them open. 

Janine opened and closed her mouth for a second, not even sure about what she was going to say.  She looked back down, meeting Ava’s eyes for a moment, feeling all coherent thoughts leave her mind.

“Make me come. Hard,” Ava’s eyes widened before a smirk crossed her face. 

“As you wish,” Ava immediately ran her fingers through Janine’s folds, watching as she squeezed her eyes shut. A whimper left her as Ava spread her open, immediately pressing her tongue to her clit.

A moan left Janine and Ava immediately stopped causing a whine to leave her next. 

“Why-“

“You have to be quiet!” Ava scolded and Janine felt her body get warm all over, “Can you do that for me?” Her voice was softer than before and Janine nodded frantically, desperately wanting Ava to return to her clit. 

Ava gave Janine exactly what she wanted, her lips wrapped around her clit, sucking lightly as her other hand scratched against her thighs. Janine bucked her hips, biting on her lip to keep herself quiet. She grabbed the sheets, pulling them tight as Ava lapped at her cunt. A few muffled moans left her and laughed against her and her weak attempts to keep herself mute. 

“Ava please,” Janine whispered, doing her best to look down at the woman between her legs. Ava chuckled against her, nodding briefly she moved her hand away from her thigh, moving up to her entrance. Janine moaned out as Ava thrust her fingers inside her and Ava stopped, letting Janine adjust to all three of her fingers. 

“Quiet!” Ava whispered as Janine whimpered, waiting for Ava to move inside her.

“I can’t wait much longer,” Janine did her best to whisper but her voice rose as Ava pulled her fingers all the way out before thrusting them back in. 

Ava began a steady pace with her fingers, her tongue working against Janine’s clit and every drop of her arousal. She could feel Janine’s walls squeeze around her fingers, pulling her further in with each thrust. Ava moved faster before releasing her clit, just as Janine arched her back.

“Oh my g-” Janine’s moan was cut off by Ava’s hand reaching up, covering her mouth. 

Ava moved up until she was facing Janine, looking into her eyes as she kept her mouth covered, “I thought you said you could do it?” Ava whispered in her ear, her voice low and raspy and Janine simply whined against her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body tensing under Ava.

Ava moved her hand away for just one second, knowing exactly what she was going to say, “Fuck I’m coming,” As soon as Janine finished her sentence, Ava covered her mouth again, pressing against her g-spot. Ava watched as Janine fell apart around her, doing her best to keep her quiet as she trembled under her. She could feel her own arousal on her thigh as she took in every inch of Janine in her orgasmic high. 

“Just how I like you,” Ava murmured as Janine came down, her hand now on her breast and her lips on her neck. 

“Was I that loud?” Janine finally asked after a few moments and Ava chuckled for a moment.

“You’re loud when we have normal walls, these walls might as well be a megaphone,” Ava said and she could see Janine grow flustered thinking about who could have heard them. 

“So, do you think they heard us?”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[chloesimaginationthings]

i am not a very serious person

You know I feel like Michael Afton would be unphased being in the backrooms

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[lil-lemon-snails]

The Naptime Attendant ⭐️☁️💙🌙

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[blorbologist]

Y'know, I think I figured out why the Hells still feel like a new low-level party to me, even though they're level 13 and almost 100 episodes in.

I don't quite think it's the lack of conversations, or the fact half the party's plot hooks are big ties to past campaigns - though that definitely plays a part.

... Bell's Hells still primarily rely on quest givers.

Most of their goals are given to them and do not feel organic to the party, and constantly remind us that the Hells are pretty much never the most powerful people in the room. Which is usually something you see with a low-level party.

NPCs offering jobs is not a bad thing; it's a very common plot hook. Matt has been extremely skilled with using NPC quest givers in those two campaigns. Not only do they provide an obvious plot thread, but they can put the party in the path of others (say, the Nein running into the Iron Shepherds while doing a job for the Gentleman and everything that came of that). And the Hells had a solid start with it too - Eshteross was an excellent quest giver!

The problem is that Bell's Hells have never really not had a quest giver.

Maybe it's a byproduct of the more plot-heavy structure of this campaign? But while prior parties have felt like they decided on their course of action and what they prioritized, Bell's Hells feels less like level 13 (13! Level 13!) experienced adventurers and more like an MMO group clicking on the exclamation point over an NPC's head. Where does the plot demand we go next? Who do we report back to?

They're level 13.

At level 13, Vox Machina had just defeated a necromantic city-state to clear their name and Percy's conscience. And, you know, the Conclave just destroyed Emon. No one was explicitly telling the group to gather Vestiges and save the world (though Matt guided them there), and they were usually among the most powerful people in the room. They chose which Vestiges to prioritize, which dragons to tackle when, even if the over-all plot was pretty clear.

At level 13, the Mighty Nein were celebrating Traveler Con (another PC goal, I'll note) after brokering peace between two nations, accidentally becoming pirates and heroes of the Dynasty. The Nein regularly chose what to do based on personal goals, not grand ones. Though definitely smaller fish than Vox Machina at this level, they were very independent and gaining solid political clout.

While we're at it: level 13 is one level lower than the Ring of Brass, who had a huge amount of sway over Avalir. They ended the world, and also saved it, while in the grand scheme of things being only a smidge more powerful than Bell's Hells are now.

Can you really see the Hells wielding that amount of influence, when they're constantly being told what to do next?

The god-eater might be unleashed, so Bell's Hells have no time to do anything but what is asked of them. No time for therapy unless stolen from Feywild time, no travel on foot and late-night watches. They haven't even had time to grieve FCG. Percy was grieved in the middle of the Conclave arc. Molly was grieved when half the party was still in irons.

Matt is in the very unfortunate spot of not being able to give the Hells the same agency as the other two parties. Not only because of the world-ending plot introduced so early on; they are surrounded by characters they know (and the cast knows) are stronger and wiser than them - the familiarity of the past PCs and NPCs is to their disadvantage.

Why would the party reasonably ignore Keyleth's task that will help save the world and go off on a romp? Why would the cast when they know well Keyleth has to be sensible and with the best intentions in mind? The stakes are just too high.

It means that the Hells still feel like they're running errands instead of pursuing their own destiny. Their accomplishments are diminished as just being parts of a to-do list, and any stakes feel padded by several level 20 PCs/NPCs standing 5 steps away ready to catch them.

This isn't Bell's Hell's fault, nor is it Matt's. It could be amended, I think, if the Hells are really left to their own devices for a long period of time without support and shortcuts (like during the party split)... which would be really tricky to pull off at this point in the campaign.

They're level 13. They're big fish, but they're stuck in a pond full of friendly sharks, so they don't feel big at all.

[realkeylogger]

guy i havent drawn in a LOOONGGG time

matching his freak [not the good kind] by also screaming and having a manic episode into the phone..............he would get sick of me so fast

BESTIES 4 LYFE HOWEVER!

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[choccy-milky]

the place me and my roommate were supposed to move into today was so disgusting and uninhabitable we just took our stuff and left and now we're gonna be staying at airbnbs and hotels until further notice/until we can find a new place hopefully quickly...........im in my homeless drifter era y'all!!!😍😍so if im not as active then thats why LMFAO

1 like = 1 prayer

[omaano]

Echo with his tooka best buddy (and an extra) for @phantasm-echo 's DTIYS 🩵💙❤️

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[razzafrazzle]

human marzi!! almost got the whole main cast designed now :o]

[image description: a page of drawings for a human design of marzipan from homestar runner, where she is depicted as a chubby woman with two prosthetic legs that is wearing a long corduroy purple skirt, a matching cardigan, and sandals. next to a fullbody drawing of her is a drawing of her original design, a drawing of her in a long purple dress, and a drawing of her in her sultry buttons costume, where she has black hair and sunglasses. end id]