#thank you so much for following me and liking my art

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HI ALLIE CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS I THINK ABSOLUTELY DESERVED BECAUSE YOUR WORK IS INCREDIBLE YOU ATE THAT UP SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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ilysm and I hope this only deepens your Remus fixation ���🏻 thank you so much for all of your love and support, I genuinely get excited when I see you pop up in my feed or notifs. my favorite hanni 🤍

1000 inked scars | R.L.

feat. Remus Lupin x tattooartist!reader

cw: mdni 18+, possessive!Remus, marking kink, oral (fem receiving), tattoo needles and tattooing, mentions of injury and scars, probably inaccurate representation of tattooing in the 70's, no war

1000 things prompt list (closes feb 1!) | masterlist

“Quit squirming or I’m going to turn this constellation into a penis,” you griped, lifting your machine from Sirius’ leg.

“Maybe if you didn’t handle that gun like a cudgel—”

You slapped his fresh tattoo and he yelped. “Pull yourself together, Black. You’re almost done.”

He groaned, slumping back onto the table with his arms slung over his head. “Sadist,” he hissed.

You resumed your tattooing, packing black ink to the map of stars. “Said the masochist that paid me to stab him a million times.”

He glanced down at you. “Are you flirting with me?”

You glared up at him.

Just then, the bell on the front door or you shop chimed. A tall man with sandy hair, dressed in jeans and thick sweater stood in the foyer, looking around at the art and plants strewn about. Given your profession, you immediately noticed his lack of tattoos, and the scars marring his hands and neck, one even stretching from his sharp jaw towards his nose.

“Moony!” Sirius called, jerking his leg and nearly inking himself.

“Sirius,” you bit, but he was already out of the chair.

“What’s—uh, what’s up, Pads?” the stranger, Moony?, said, glancing down at Sirius’ rolled up pant leg and the nearly finished tattoo on his calf. Then, his eyes flicked to you, a deep brown and sallow with exhaustion, but his beauty struck you like a blow, the lines of his face coalescing in a way that would make the great painters weep.

Based on the countless stories Sirius had told you in the hours spent on your table, you surmised that this was Remus Lupin, his level-headed, long-suffering schoolmate.

“I wanted you to meet my friend!” Sirius grabbed his by the elbow and dragged him towards your station.

You sighed and set your machine aside. Clearly, you were taking a break.

“Remus, this is y/n, the architect of my beauty,” Sirius said, gesturing grandly in your direction.

You slid off one of your gloves and extended it to Remus. “Pleasure. I’ve heard loads about you.”

“Oh?” Remus asked, shaking your hand with a light touch, his skin warm and a bit rough. “Terrible things, I wager?”

“The worst,” you chuckled, and the corner of his mouth twitched up into a half-smile.

“Well, then there’s no where to go but up,” he said with a cheeky wink, and your heart damn near leaped out of your mouth.

“I asked Moony to come hang out for the last bit of the tattoo so he could pick your brain,” Sirius said, hopping back up onto the table.

“Sirius—”

“Pick my brain about what?” You asked, pulling up a chair for Remus and sitting back onto your stool, putting on a fresh pair of gloves.

“I, uh—”

“Moony wants to know if you can tattoo over scars,” Sirius said, earning a glare from Remus.

“Absolutely!” you chirped, hoping to dispel Remus’ clear discomfort. “Just takes a few extra passes, but it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Remus gave you a small, grateful smile. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve tattooed over dozens of scars, cover-ups, or decorations. I’d love to work with you.” Merlin, did you just say that out loud? You needed to get it together; you were a professional.

“See, Moons? I told you!” Sirius propped his leg back up, and you fired up the machine. “And it doesn’t even hurt.”

You lowered the machine back to his leg, taking a few quick warm up strokes.

“AHH YOU WITCH!” Sirius wailed. You and Remus both jumped at his shouting, but he quickly dissolved into laughter. “Bloody hell, I knew you two would get along. You’ve got twin scowls,” Sirius chuckled, leaning back against the table with his hands behind his head.

You glanced at Remus, and he looked back at you. A flicker of connection flared between you, and heat rose in your cheeks. Quickly, you looked away, turning your attention back to Sirius’ tattoo.

“So, what are you thinking you want to get, Rem?” Sirius asked after a few moments of quiet, the buzzing of the machine filling the air.

Remus shrugged. “Hadn’t really thought about it. Just wanted to do…something.”

“Well, if you want, we can try and cover any up. But I find that people really get more out of going the decorative route,” you supplied, looking at Remus while you picked up more ink. “I can hand draw a few designs that flow with the scar, turn it into an art piece itself.”

Remus was quiet for a moment, contemplative, and Sirius gave you a knowing smile. “I think I might like that, yeah,” Remus said, his voice soft, almost awestruck. Like he’d never ever considered the possibility before.

As a tattoo artist, you were intimately aware of how much a person’s skin could impact their well being, scars in particular weighed heavily on many people’s spirit. Remus, it seemed, was no exception.

Sirius guided the conversation in another direction, giving Remus a chance to process the implications of what you offered, and you finished the tattoo half-an-hour later. While you were wiping it down, Remus hovered over you, looking down at the piece.

“You’re really good,” he murmured, close enough that you could smell the wool of his sweater, the lingering notes of cinnamon and tea from his cologne. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, Rem,” you said, smiling up at him, and he smiled back, a flush creeping up his neck before he hurriedly stepped away.

You patched up Sirius and sent the boys on their way, an appointment for Remus on the books for the following week. All he’d given you to work with was placement, his forearm, and that he wanted something natural, like a plant.

Having no more appointments for the evening, you folded yourself into your studio couch with your sketchbook. You sketched a few things, lavender and roses and chamomile, but your fingers itched to draw something else. Remus’ profile floated into your minds eye, sorrowful and striking, and your pen started to move of it’s own accord. His expression came to life under your hand, with long lashes and a crooked nose and that jagged scar.

You clapped your sketchbook shut, sitting back with a sigh.

Next week couldn’t come quickly enough.

You paced around your shop, pouring over your sketch for Remus. You wanted it to be perfect for him, lest you scare him off a tattooing forever.

The door chimes, startling you out of your concentration, and Remus strode in, carrying a tray of drinks and a paper bag

“Morning!” You chirped, hugging your sketchbook to your chest.

“Morning,” he said, passing you one of the cups. “I asked Sirius what you liked, so if it's awful, blame him.”

Butterflies fluttered to life in your stomach. It wasn't unusual for clients to bring you coffee and food, but with Remus it felt…different.

“Oh! You didn't have to do that. Thank you, Remus,” you said, taking a sip. It was your favorite drink, and it's familiar warmth settled some of your nerves.

He gave you a small smile, but you could tell he was nervous. He set the bag on your desk. “I also brought some pastries. Sirius mentioned you like chocolate?”

“I love chocolate.” You beamed. “Come on in, we can sit over here and go over the design.”

Remus nodded, shirking his coat and following you over to the couch. He was like an anxious thundercloud, tense and unsteady, and it made your chest tight with empathy.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, patting the spot beside you.

He sat down, coiled in on himself despite his long limbs. Like he was afraid to take up too much space. “Ah, fine,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. Earl gray, from the smell of it.

You arched a brow. “It's okay to be nervous, Rem,” you said. “But it's just us, and nothing is set in ink. If you change your mind, it's totally fine.”

“It's just—” he sighed, lifting his arm. He started to roll up his shirt sleeve, dexterous fingers folding the fabric neatly over itself, revealing inch after inch of his forearm. Lightly tanned and taut with lean muscle, veins tangling with the map of scars littering his skin.

He watched your face, gauging your reaction. You tried to stay neutral, but you were practically salivating. He was so beautiful.

“Are they too bad?” He asked, his voice rough with tension.

You met his brown eyes. “Not at all.” You pulled out your sketchbook, flipping to the page you had ear marked. “And it's perfect for what I sketched up.”

He managed a half-smile, some of the clouds disappearing from his aura, and accepted the sketchbook when you handed it to him. His eyes widened.

“Goldenrod,” you said, shifting closer to look at the sketch over his shoulder. “Used to treat pain.”

Remus traced his finger over the tangle of stems, the delicate florals. “I take it almost everyday,” he murmured, looking over at you, his eyes warm and full of something you couldn't quite place.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, your gazes lingering on one another.

“I think it's perfect,” he said, and you smiled, genuinely thrilled that he liked it.

“Okay, ready for me to start sketching?” You asked, and he nodded. You led him over to your station, already set up and waiting for him, and he hoped up onto the chair,, his long limbs dangling near to the floor. To break the quiet, you put on a muggle record, and Remus seemed to relax a bit, sipping on his tea and watching you putter around through dark lashes.

When you settled onto your stool, ink pen in hand, anxiety bloomed in your stomach. Remus was about to watch you draw on him. You’d drawn on hundreds of clients, but like everything else, with Remus it felt…different.

“It might tickle,” you warned, resting his arm where you wanted it, your fingertips tingling from the contact. “And try to stay very still.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he murmured, getting comfortable. Entirely oblivious to the way the petname made your thoughts turn to static.

You placed your sketchbook just beside his arm and made the first line, a quick stem arching alongside a scar stretching from wrist to elbow. Slowly, line after line, the sketch started to come together, flowing with the natural shape of his forearm and it’s scars. You got lost in the act, sinking into the labor of creating.

It wasn’t until Remus made a soft, approving hum in his throat that you peaked up him, breaking your focus. His eyes were almost sleepy, heavy-lidded and soft and the corners, a smile tugging at his lips.

“No wonder Sirius like this so much,” he said, tracing your face with his eyes. “Watching you work is fascinating.”

Heat roared to your cheeks. “Oh, I don’t—he seems more interested in teasing me than letting me work.”

“That does sound like Sirius,” he chuckled. “I like your focused face much more than that scowl.”

Merlin, what was happening to you? You felt like you could melt into your chair like a pile of pudding. Was he flirting with you? Or does he always talk like a romance book hero?

“How long have you guys known each other?” You asked, changing the subject and ducking back down to your work to hide your expression.

“Decade at least,” Remus said. “We met our first year at Hogwarts. Never thought I’d befriend the Sirius Black, but y’know, stranger things have happened.”

“Why’d you think that?”

Remus shrugged, the muttered a soft apology for moving. “Sirius is…Sirius, and I’m…”

“Charming? Sweet? Clever?” You asked, glancing up at him. “Sirius talks about you like you hung the moon.”

A flush creeped up his neck. “He’s dramatic.”

“And brutally honest,” you said, holding his gaze.

“Can I ask you something?” Now it was his turn to change the subject.

“Of course,” you said, capping your pen and setting it aside.

“Why haven’t you, ah, asked?” He glanced down at his scars, and you know what he was implying.

You shrugged. “I figured you’d tell me if you felt comfortable. I’m not here to pry, just help.”

His eyes flitted over your face, swallowing hard, and it seemed he was at a loss for words.

“Ready for ink?” You asked, giving him as reassuring of a smile as you could muster.

He exhaled, turning his wrist to inspect the design. “Ready.”

The rest of the appointment flew by, with Remus sitting like a stone while you tattooed him for close to four hours. You didn’t speak much, letting the music fill the empty air, but it was a comfortable silence, broken by the occasional question or annecdote. Remus seemed to appreciate being able to relax, and you were happy to give him a safe place for little while. Holding space for what this moment meant to him.

When you were finished, Remus stared at the tattoo in the mirror for a long time, and when he turned back for you to wrap it up, you could see tears collecting on his lower lashes.

"Thank you for this," he said, clearing his throat. "You were--this was amazing."

You knew he meant the art, but still, the praise made your heart glow all the same. "Of course, Remus. I'm glad I got to be the one to do this for you."

Before leaving, he placed another appointment on your books for the following week, this time asking for a tree along the back of his calf, the roots spreading across the scaring he had there.

After Remus’ second and third appointment, you noticed a change in him. He seemed more confident, a little more outspoken. He was coming to life before your eyes, and you were starting to see the fuller picture of the boy Sirius loved so much.

Already, you felt so close to him. Connected. And you were starting to miss him those days in between, his appointment becoming the highlight of your week. Your sketchbook was filling with sketches of him, like you mind needed a place to spill your overflowing thoughts of him. With him, it was like every sound was heightened, every movement sharper, the very colors in the room more vibrant. Overwhelming in the best way.

But then he cancelled your fourth appointment, citing illness, and you didn’t see him for two weeks. It wasn’t until he sent and owl requesting an appointment for this coming Friday that you finally felt like you could breathe.

Sorry again for cancelling. Are you free this Friday? Thinking a moon and stars on my chest, with those gorgeous clouds I saw in your sketchbook. Can’t wait, RL.

When Remus walked into your studio, you had to stop yourself from hugging him, you were so excited to see him. He looked tired, a little dimmer than the last time you saw him, but he greeted you with a warm smile and a bag of pastries, and that was all you needed.

You had him sit up on the table, busying yourself with the station in avoidance of the inevitable. He was going to have to take his shirt off. Your heart was palpitating just thinking about it.

“Alright, Rem. Strip for me,” you said, ripping the metaphorical bandaid off.

He huffed a laugh, seeming a bit shy himself. “Yes ma’am.” In a fluid motion, he hooked his fingers under his sweater and tugged it overhead. His chest was tanned and lined with lean muscle, the kind built outdoors, not in the gym. The scaring was worse, deeper gauges in softer flesh, but you barely registered it, too busy staring at the half-healed red slash across his ribs.

You gasped. “Rem, what happened?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was in a fight club?” He rubbed the back of his head, averting his eyes from yours.

“No, but you don’t have to tell me anything. Just that you’re alright,” you said, unable to mask the warble of concern in your voice. You were already starting to gather that Remus was…different. And you'd only met one other person with scars that matched his, and they also always cancelled around the full moon.

His eyes softened. “I’m alright, dove. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m the only one that gets to gauge you with weapons,” you huffed, grabbing up your sketching marker.

He barked a laugh, head tipping back on his shoulders. “Fair enough. Only you get to wound me permanently from now on.”

“Glad we reached an understanding.” You propped the sketchbook on the table and leaned in to start sketching. Remus sat up as straight as he could, resulting in your head hovering around his clavicle. But, with his long legs, you couldn’t get close enough.

Remus seemed to pick up on your dilemma and slowly spread his knees, allowing you to step between them. The heat of his body was intense, drawing you closer, but you swallowed your impulse, trying to focus instead on the moon and constellations you were mapping out.

As you drew, you started to shift closer, drawn in by the work and his proximity, the clean smell of his skin, until you were practically leaning against him.

“You smell nice,” he hummed, close enough that you felt his breath tickle the hair around your ear.

You nearly dropped the marker, but managed to keep your grip steady. “So do you,” you said, unable to come up with something clever.

“Y’know, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I—I missed you the last two weeks.” Remus’ voice was low, just above a whisper, resonant like a drum in his chest. You wanted to wrap it around you like a blanket.

You looked up at him, lips slightly parted in shock, so close you could brush your nose against his if you moved a hair closer. “You did?” You asked, certain that if pupils could turn into lovehearts, yours would be beaming out of your head like a cartoon.

His hand came up to caress you jaw, tentative and gentle. “Being with you is the best I’ve felt in ages,” he said, tilting your face a little closer to his. “I don’t—”

The bell to your studio rang loudly, and you jumped back from Remus’ hold, nearly tripping over your stool.

“Hey Moony! There’s my favorite artist!” James came plowing through, wrapping you up in a bearhug that squeezed the air from your lungs. “How are you, sweetness?”

“I’m good, Jamie,” you wheezed, and he set you back on your feet.

The boys clasped hands, a quick, almost automatic handshake.

“What are you doing here, Prongs?” Remus asked, trying and failing at not looking irritated.

“Sirius said you were getting some ink today so I figured I’d swing by and have you take a peak at how mine’s healing.”

“James, it’s been like six months. Your antlers healed fine,” you reminded him.

“You did his antlers?” Remus asked, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes.

You nodded. “Yeah, you didn’t know?”

He shook his head, glancing sidelong at his friend.

“I suppose it might be time for a touch up. Let me see,” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

James lifted his shirt, revealing a peak of his washboard abs, framed by a pair of sprawling antlers across his hip bones. You leaned a bit closer, checking for any faded spots or ink spreading.

“Looks perfect, Jamie. All good,” you said, sitting back on your stool, mildly impressed with yourself.

“Brilliant. I love them, and they’re very effective.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you and Remus rolled your eyes.

James hung out for another hour, chatting with Remus while you finished the sketch of the tattoo. Your bodies were just as close as before, but with James, you were forced to keep it strictly professional. But the proximity without being allowed to touch was melting your mind, making heat pool in your lower belly. You could feel every breath Remus took, feel the rumble of his voice in your chest, the warmth of his body mingling with yours.

It was maddening, and you could tell Remus was growing more impatient by the second, the muscles around his neck taught with tension, his fingers twitching against his thighs.

At one point, you laughed at one of James’ jokes and swatted at his chest, earning a smile from him. When you glanced back at Remus, his jaw was clenched tight, eyes glaring a hole into the drink in his hands.

Was he…jealous?

He had no right to be, but still, the thought of him being possessive made your heart rate quicken.

Finally, James left, leaving you and Remus alone in the simmering tension you'd built. He watched you closely as you returned to your station, prepping the tattoo machine.

“Would you ever get a tattoo like that?” You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes.

He leaned back on the seat, bracing his hands behind him. Showing off the lean expanse of his torso, the rugged look of him that stood in sharp juxtaposition to his style and personality. “Not sure I could pull it off.”

You scoffed, allowing him to see you peruse his body. “I strongly disagree.”

He chewed on his lower lip, a nervous habit. A flush started to spread across his chest, reaching towards his cheeks. “What would you suggest?” he asked, a sultry edge of his voice.

Unhurried, you stepped back between his legs, letting your fingertips graze along the valleys of his lower abdomen. “Perhaps a snake.” You traced the shape along his skin, his muscles tensing to stop himself from shivering. ���Or ferns. Maybe a wolfs jaw—”

“A wolfs jaw?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You met his eyes. “You should give me a little more credit, Moony.”

He blinked at you, clearly taken aback that you knew his secret. “You knew.”

“I do now. I've only seen scars like yours once before, on another werewolf. And with the nickname, your tattoo choices, being MIA on the full moon…it adds up.”

His eyes searched your face. “And you don't care?”

“Of course not. I care about you, not your affliction.” Your hands still lingered on his hips, like your skin was magnetized together, you couldn't seem to pull them apart.

Remus straightened, his hand coming up to cup your face again. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you,” he breathed. “You’ve gotten under my skin, dove.”

“It's risky, y’know, to flirt with your tattoo artist,” you murmured, grazing your fingers over the mostly healed goldenrod tattoo. “You've got a permanent reminder of me.”

He smirked, his hand sliding into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Well, the thing about werewolves…” he was so close, warm breath fanning across your lips. “We're a possessive sort, territorial. So having your mark on my skin…” he sighed, eyes dark with desire. “I'm finding it hard to hold myself back.”

“Then don't,” you replied, heart in your throat.

Remus surged forward, lips colliding in a heady, toe-curling kiss. You immediately gave into him, his tongue caressing the seam of your mouth, dipping past your lips to taste you, claim you.

Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers digging into his feathery hair and tugging at the roots, drawing a low groan from his chest. He nipped at your lower lip in warning before soothing it with his tongue.

“Be gentle with me,” he grated, kissing along your cheek, down towards your throat. He craned your head back, grazing his teeth along your pulse, and you shivered. “I’m trying to savor this, not devour you.”

“Do you always keep yourself on such a tight leash?” You asked, breathless as he lapped at your skin, your thighs trembling with desire.

“Patience, dove,” he chastised affectionately, lifting his head. “Just be good for me, yeah? You’ll get what you want.”

Your brain emptied. Seeing this dominant side of Remus had you folding like origami. You nodded, letting him drag you in for another languid, bone-melting kiss.

Remus slid off the table without breaking the kiss, leaning down to scoop you up by the thighs in a fluid motion.

“Rem!” You gasped in surprise when he turned and dropped you onto the table he just vacated.

He leaned over you, one hand reaching down to recline the seat so you were laying back, legs on either side of his hips. His lips found your neck again, kissing and licking his way down while his hands pushed up the hem of your shirt, fingertips cool against your fevered skin.

“Tell me if you want me stop,” he said, shifting to kiss around your navel.

“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” you pleaded, and he smiled against your hip before sucking the skin between his teeth, biting at your flesh just hard enough you make you keen.

“I won't, love. I'm not going anywhere.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans, easing them down over your hips until they fell to the ground in a pile.

Your knees tried to pull together on instinct, the vulnerability making you flush, but his hands gripped your inner thighs, spreading you apart for him. You could tell he was in his element, something having loosened from his usually reserved demeanor. It felt like you were seeing him completely for the first time. No holds barred.

“Don't hide from me, pretty girl,” he cooed, lowering to his knees. “You're gorgeous.” He trailed kisses up your thigh, charting a tingling path until his nose grazed sodden panties, making your pussy flutter and clench. “Fuck, you smell divine,” he muttered before dragging his tongue over the thin fabric.

“Oh, god—Remus,” you moaned when he sucked on the fabric over your clit, pleasure blooming from your center. Your eyes rolled back, fingers tangling in his hair as he flicked your swelling bud with his tongue.

“So responsive,” he praised, pulling your panties aside with his middle finger. “You this sweet for all of your clients?”

You shook your head. ”I've never—fuck, baby.” Your words splintered into a cry as he eased his middle finger inside of you, your dripping entrance accepting him eagerly. He nudged your clit with his nose, making you cry out again.

“Just me?” His voice almost sounded like a purr, deeply pleased by your admission.

You nodded, urging him closer by the roots of his hair, and he practically growled.

He nipped at your thigh, overpowering your meager attempt easily. “Patience, remember?”

You whined. “Remus, please. Just wanna feel you.”

He withdrew his finger, then added a second, pumping you slowly. “I know, baby. I'm right here, I've got you.” His mouth found your clit again, his tongue circling around and around, and you arched off the table, moans spilling from your lips like a song.

Steadily, the fire built, with Remus' devoted attention pouring over you like gasoline. He moaned against you, eyes screwed shut when your pussy clenched around his fingers, teetering on the edge.

The table shifted, rocking back a bit, and you looked past Remus' hair tangled in your fingers to his body. He was rocking his hips against the edge of the table, so turned on by the act of eating you out that he needed some relief.

“Rem, baby,” you whined, the sight dragging you that much closer to release. He glanced up at you, his eyes glazed and pussydrunk, and he whimpered against you.

His deliberate motions got sloppier, greedier, as he rutted against the table. Losing control of himself, like his entire being was desperate to be inside of you.

With a final curl of his fingers, you toppled over the edge, coming with a cry loud enough to rattle the windows as relief crashed over you, cool water dousing the flames beneath your skin.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, withdrawing his fingers to lap directly from you, savoring every drop of his efforts. “That's it, love. Relax f’me.” He brought you back to earth with his tongue, long, languid licks and kisses around your trembling center, across your inner thigh slung over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Remus,” you panted, slumping back against the table. “That was—”

He made his way up your body, catching your words in a messy, top-lip kiss. “Got your mark all over me now, dove,” he purred, pecking your cheek with a cheeky grin.

“What about…” you trailed off, fingers toying with his belt, unsure of what you were asking for him to fuck you, or mark you. Or both. All you knew was that you wanted him, badly, even more so with that post-orgasm clarity.

“Patience,” he replied, chuckling at the annoyed look you shot him. “Ready to finish up this tattoo?”

“But you didn't get to—”

“I’m, ah, a bit embarrassed to say that I did.” He straightened with a sheepish smile, revealing the dark spot leaking through his jeans.

Holy shit. You'd made him cum in his pants.

You surged up, throwing your arms around his neck and tugging him down in to a ravenous kiss. “Merlin, you're so fucking hot,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He grinned, breaking the kiss to nuzzle into your neck, hiding the flush you could see staining his ears. “Says the girl that made me cum without touching me,” he muttered, almost indignant.

“I’m not sorry,” you chuckled, sighing when he pressed his plush, kiss-swollen lips to your racing pulse.

“It's alright, I'll get even,” he teased, his teeth nipping at your skin.

“Is that a promise?”

“Most normal people would interpret it as a threat.” He picked his head up, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, I'm not normal people,” you replied.

“And thank Godric for that.” He kissed you again, all smiles and airy pecks.

Normal was never your style anyway.

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[delugyu]

hi!! i was wondering if i could request a one shot based on the GGUM mv where yeonjun is a cocky and bratty k pop idol that belittles everyone and basically the reader is like his mananger who’s had enough of his behavior and decides to teach him a lesson and he’s super submissive.

btw i LOVE your writing. cold, curse city was amazing <3

jumped for joy when i saw submissive yeonjun YAYYYYYYY (also thank you!!! hehe)

(wc: 2k / warnings: mean dom!reader, sub!yeonjun, reader’s kind of a bitch but yeonjun is too so it’s okay, degradation, humiliation, oral kinda idk eating pussy thru the panties, unprotected sex, edging..?)

you’re pretty sure that the biggest source of your headaches on any given day is the man you’re watching right now—on a tuesday at eight in the morning—who’s trying to convince you that the interviewer deserved it earlier when he called her an idiot.

“yeah, no. that’s never happening again,” you say plainly, cutting off his long-winded explanation. if only he could catch on when you’re trying to leave no room for argument, but unfortunately he has the most major case of lacking respect and decorum that you’ve ever seen.

“so you think it was okay for her to say that being bratty is my whole brand?” he asks.

“well, if you keep acting the way you do, then you can’t be surprised if that’s what people focus on.” you won’t lie: his brash personality is definitely good for gaining attention. his PR team never has to work too hard, since they know yeonjun’s going to do something stupid to get him on the news anyway. you’re jealous, cause you’re over here busting your ass to make sure he doesn’t go too far and ruin his career.

“i’d be selling a fake image if i was out there kissing babies and shaking hands,” yeonjun says.

“so the better alternative is running your mouth until half the country wants you beaten up?” you don’t want him to act like someone he’s not, but you also don’t want him to be such a dick to everyone.

“stop acting like you know me or the things i want,” he says. it lights a fire inside of you, rage burning at his insinuation. “i don’t want a nice, clean image. i fucking hate it when you try to force that onto me.”

he walks away into his dressing room, probably done with you and this conversation, but you’ve had it. you’re pissed, and he needs to learn that he doesn’t sit on top of the world. you mutter out quick apologies to the staff you push past in your haste to follow yeonjun.

before you can step into the room, yeonjun slams the door in front of your face. “yeonjun, are you fucking kidding me?!” you bang your fist against the door when turning the knob doesn’t work.

“go away,” he says from behind the door. you let out something like a growl in your frustration, feeling like you might just rip all your hair out. it’s too early to already be doing this.

“why do you throw fits every time i try to tell you to have some respect? you can never just bite your tongue for a second.”

you’re met with silence. you hate when he starts tuning you out. you’ll have to pop a few tylenols after this to keep your headache from killing you.

you start up once more, “you think anyone’s gonna look at your art before they look at you as a person? what’s the point in making good music if the person behind it is such a jackass?”

again, no reply. you sigh, running your hands down your face as you try to collect yourself. this isn’t worth it. he’s never going to change.

“i’m thinking i should just quit and let you deal with whatever asshole comes in after me,” you say, just trying to stir him into giving you a response now. you usually keep yourself from going back and forth with him like this, but he’s been on your nerves way too much recently. you were bound to explode with how much he’s been testing you.

the door finally opens. you don’t waste a second when you push it wider and enter the room, shutting it behind you. he’s crossing his arms, eyebrow raised like he’s waiting for you to scold him some more.

“you actually gonna quit, or was that all talk?” he asks.

you scowl and push on his shoulders until he’s sitting on one of the chairs. his eyes widen for a second like he’s surprised you actually put your hands on him. he should be grateful you don’t do worse.

“listen, i’m not going to take your shit anymore. i’m not giving you a choice. you need to have some respect.” you look down at him with ice cold eyes. he squirms a little in his seat; you almost find it funny.

“i don’t know how you expect me to do that. this is just how i am,” he counters.

“shutting your mouth would be a good start.” you put your hand over his lips when he opens them to start talking again. “see, you’re already trying to bark. just listen.”

you keep your hand there, and you’re kind of surprised that he doesn’t even try to move you away. your other hand grips the back of his chair so that you’re leaning over him, and you finally feel like you’re more powerful than him. you feel like he might listen to you for once.

“if you don’t want to be seen as a brat, then don’t be a brat,” you say. “you can have a tough image without annoying everyone. people see you more as a toddler than as some cool guy.”

his eyes dart down, and you realize that, with you leaning over him, he has a great view of your cleavage. he’s staring at your tits. scandalized, you grab his jaw to tilt his head all the way up, so he can either stare at the ceiling or look at your face. he chooses the ceiling.

“are you trying to make me hate my job? do you want me to quit?” you ask.

his eyes find yours at that, and you’re a little surprised to not find any fight in them. he shakes his head and keeps his mouth shut.

“you can answer now,” you say, letting go of his jaw.

“don’t quit, i like you as my manager,” he answers quickly. you huff out a laugh.

“well you sure as hell don’t act like it.”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes—and sounds completely sincere, too.

you stand up straight, assessing him silently. you let your eyes rake down his body, noticing how he doesn’t move an inch. looks like you’ve finally put him in his place. it’s such a shame that it practically takes you bullying him to get to this point.

“so you’re gonna cool the tough guy act?” you ask.

“i dunno, maybe you should test how obedient i can be,” he prompts with a growing smile. wow, and you were doing so well.

“get off that chair.” immediately he does, standing up and waiting for his next instruction. you laugh at how pathetic his switch up is. you’d love for the nation to see yeonjun now, so eager to follow your orders. how far will he go?

you decide to test it out. “kneel.”

he’s just as quick to follow through with that, too. a power rush is already surging inside you, pumping adrenaline through your body. he looks up at you from his position on his knees. there’s still some space between you, though.

“come a little closer. crawl to me.” your pleased smile stays on your face as you watch him obey, keeping eye contact as he inches toward you.

“this is so funny,” you say as you look down at him. for the first time in your life, you see him look embarrassed. his eyes dart off to the side, unable to take the torment. “eyes on me. don’t you dare try looking away again.”

his cheeks glow with a subtle red tint, you notice as you take in his face. “would you be so kind as to apologize to me again?” you ask.

“i’m sorry,” he answers promptly.

“hm. better than that.”

he looks confused, but you know he’s desperate to follow because he’s quick to oblige. “i’m sorry i was such a brat to you and everyone else.”

“you were a brat. what do you think brats like you deserve?”

you feel him shiver. “punishment,” he answers meekly.

“that’s right.” you place your foot on his crotch, not paying any mind to how hard he is already. “what a shame you were so bad. you could’ve came today.” you take your foot off him and spread your legs apart. “get me nice and wet for your cock.”

“w-what?” he stammers, looking up at you all scandalized.

“i’m not in the mood to repeat myself.” with all the eagerness he’s ever had, yeonjun grips onto your thighs and dips his head beneath your skirt. he starts licking your cunt over your panties, tongue working adamantly against you like he’s scared to do it wrong or poorly.

you sigh, relaxing into the feeling. this is better stress relief than any amount of medicine could give you. maybe you’ll be resorting to this more often.

he wraps his lips around your clothed clit and sucks, then swipes his tongue across the swollen bud. he’s deeply focused on pleasuring you, repeating any little action that makes your legs twitch. you hate to admit it, but he’s getting you wet so fast.

“guess this is the only way to shut you up, huh?” you ask, and you feel him nod in response. “should i do this more then?”

“yes,” he pulls away to say, replacing his mouth with his fingers rubbing quickly against you. “do it as much as you want.”

“is the promise of pussy the only way you’ll—fuck, just like that—respect me?” his fingers run wildly over your clit, desperation oozing off of him.

“only yours. i’ll do anything for it.” he presses into your core, grinding his hand against you. “you’re so wet. please sit on my cock.”

you hum, wanting to say no and torture him more, but you can’t deny how bad you want to feel him inside you.

“sit on the chair and undo your pants,” you instruct. you slide off your panties as he does that.

you sit on his lap and give his dick a few quick jerks before aligning it with your entrance. he makes more noise than you do as you sink onto him, which would make you snicker if you weren’t so busy adjusting to his size.

“you moan like a bitch,” you hiss out as you finally take all of him in. you stay bottomed out for a minute, letting yourself get used to the stretch, grinding your hips every now and then to hear him whine.

“please move, i need more,” he says after a minute.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you start moving anyway—not because he begged you to, but because you’re getting needier for your orgasm. “this isn’t about you, brat.”

he keeps whining as you bounce on his dick, throwing his head back and dropping his mouth open. he sounds so much better when he’s moaning like a whore instead of bitching at everyone on earth.

you gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, playing with the bud with endless need. even when he bites his lip, little noises keep spilling out of him, and a part of you is almost afraid that someone’s going to hear him.

“i’m close,” you say as you lean back a little, letting his dick hit a new spot inside of you. his eyes shine when he sees your body start twitching.

“i want you to cum so bad, please please give it to me!” his begging throws you ever the edge, biting your lip so you don’t make any sound. breathy little noises escape you instead, which yeonjun seems to like just as much.

you swat his hand away when it becomes too much, catching your breath while you ignore yeonjun’s twitching dick inside of you. yeonjun’s losing his patience, grabbing your hips needily.

“i need to cum too,” he says, brows upturned and almost looking pitiful. you enjoy the feeling of him inside you for a couple more seconds before getting up.

“isn’t that too bad,” you say. his jaw drops, and he goes speechless yet again. “don’t look so surprised. didn’t i tell you that you won’t be cumming today?”

the betrayal on his face suddenly makes this job worth every penny.

[icycoldninja]

heyy again its me the one who asked about rafayel. thank you for responding! you dont have to but if you could and it wouldnt be too much trouble id love to see just some general headcanon stuff! or like a story of him and the reader going out on a cute little date to the art store or something art related.

Alright! Here you go!

My beautiful merman (Rafayel x Reader fluff)

Giggling like a pair of kids up to no good, you and Rafayel bolted across the street, hand in hand, breezing past a group of apathetic pedestrians and a large, curious dog. Your destination, this one small art store that Rafayel always loved going to, was just a block or two away. As long as you hopped across the crosswalk and only stepped on the white lines, you'd be clear in a few moments.

"Go, go, go!" Rafayel was shouting happily, while you both hopped awkwardly across the street, balancing on one foot.

"I'm going, I'm going," You laughed, letting out a loud "phew" when you reached the other side of the street. Once Rafayel caught up, you headed for the entrance, swinging the door to the art store open and ringing the cute little bell above it in the process.

A pleasant chime rang through the shop, alterting the elderly shopkeeper to your presence and signaling Rafayel to depart from your side and hurry off towards the paint-filled shelving, admiring each tube like a child visiting the aquarium and seeing fish up close for the first time.

Chuckling to yourself, you followed him, giving the shopkeeper a nod of acknowledgement as you passed by. Rafayel was far too lost in examining colored pencils now to even notice you were standing behind him, but it didn't matter, just getting to see him so happy and distracted was endearing sweet. While he browsed, lost in his own world of imagination, your attention drifted over to a set of little glazed clay sculptures sitting on a small display case. There were an assortment of little animal figurines, some of dogs, cats, mice, and little piggies, but the one that stood out to you the most was this beautiful rainbow fish that had apparently been dipped in glitter while the glaze was still wet. Casting a look over your shoulder, you saw Rafayel still absorbed in reading the back of a pack of alcohol markers, and decided then and there that that fish would be a gift from you to him.

Quietly, you snatched the fish figurine and padded over to the register, whispered a short "I'd like to buy this" to the shopkeeper, who likely saw the whole thing and knew what you were planning, and in under a minute or two, you had paid for your gift and had it placed neatly in a little gift bag small enough to be concealed behind your back. When Rafayel finished his shopping, which wasn't long after you finished yours, you followed him out of the art store, offering to carry his bags for him, which he accepted. It didn't occur to him that you had seemingly left the art store empty-handed, which was great, it gave you the element of surprise.

Once you were home, Rafayel went to put his new things away in his studio, giving you time to sneak into his room and leave the fish figurine on his nightstand, where he would surely find it later. "Later" turned out to be a few minutes after you left his room. You didn't have to ask him if he liked it; his excited shrieking and whooping told you more than words ever could.

"Awwww!" You heard him squealing as he practically flew off the stairs and into your arms. "I love it! Thank you thank you thank yooou!"

"How do you know I gave it to you?" You smirked, deciding to confuse him.

"Who else knows who I really am?" He returned, throwing his arms around your shoulders. "It could only be you."

You had to admit, he got you there, so you rewarded him with a kiss.

"It's a present," You said, upon pulling away. "A present for my beautiful merman."

"Aww," Rafayel cooed, burying his head in the crook of your neck to hide his raging blush.

[herefortarlos]

Favorite 911 Lone Star Fandom Memories 🚒

Thank you @thisbuildinghasfeelings for coming up with this lovely idea and thank you @strandnreyes @nancys-braids @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @she-walked-away @carlossreaders @nisbanisba @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @freneticfloetry @firstprince-history-huh @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet and @goldenskykaysani for all the tags! I read every single one of you favorite moments/memories and they made me emotional and so happy and grateful to know you all and be a part of this fandom! 💖

Anyone who considers themselves a fan of the show, regardless of how engaged with fandom you are, should participate and share if you want!

rules here

Oh, where to begin?!? I am still in denial that it's coming to an end this Monday 🥲I haven't been thinking about it too much which is also why it took me a bit to write this and think of which fandom memories for me I wanted to highlight. I hope we'll all be there for each other if someone needs a little extra comfort in the days, weeks, months that follow! 💜

All the fanfiction, fanart, gifs, edits, etc. and the friends and good acquaintances made through them!

I will always be grateful to Tarlos and Lone Star because they got me to start regularly reading fics again! I used to have a 2 hour commute into NYC and I would read fanfic while sitting on the trains but doing that for 2 years unfortunately burned me out on fanfic and my previous obsession. From 2020 to late 2022, I didn't read much fic. It wasn't until I found Lone Star through FB clips and TK's iconic, "Sure ma'am but just so you know I am a homosexual", that I had found something new to obsess over and love to this degree! Tarlos and LS also brought me back to Tumblr and into fandom in the first place! After I binge watched the show up to season 3, I needed more Tarlos and so I looked through ao3 and started with tarlos fics by @rmd-writes! I saw Rae was on Tumblr and remembered that was where I used to always find fic writers to follow! So I made a new account specifically for the fandom, hello here for Tarlos 😂, and truly engaged in a fandom for the first time! I got to watch all of Season 4 live which was great, and loved seeing people's live reactions to everything on here and loved the codas, art and gif sets people made so quickly after the episode had aired!

And then of course I made fandom and lifelong friends! I started engaging in fandom by leaving unhinged and excitable tags on people's fics and works 😅, as I tend to do, and slowly started becoming mutuals with people! And then @heartstringsduet really opened me up by dming and thanking me for my tags on a fic of hers, and the rest is history 🥹. Michelle really helped me to feel open and comfortable on here and I decided to share my name with people and now I have friends that I know I'll keep in contact with despite the show ending! Some of the most kind, creative, talented, accepting and welcoming people are in this fandom and I am beyond grateful to Lone Star for introducing us! ❤️

The lead up to the Tarlos wedding!

Gahhhh, all the bts we got, and the press tour Ronen and Rafael went on and that Hello! photo shoot, pretty sure my heart stopped when we got those pictures, not to mention the 2 episode Season 4 finale! Now that was a time to be alive! It was treated like such a real wedding and there was so much amazing promotion and was definitely wedding of the year for me!

Discovering I was pansexual and being more open with my sexuality IRL!

I always knew I was queer back in college, although parts of high school definitely make more sense when I stopped to think about them 😂. But because I was in a straight presenting relationship, I never thought to be more open with my queerness? Sure I had those few friends that knew and that I could feel comfortable with, and I had 1 good fellow queer friend at the time to confide in, but I guess I was still learning things about myself and how much of me I wanted people to know? Anyways, Brian Michael Smith and Ronen's coming out story helped me to identify myself and encouraged me to be my authentic self with people! I got my first pride flag because of Lone Star, that I will continue to display outside my house to show that this is a safe place for people that need that, and have met so many diverse and other LGBTQ+ individuals because of it! And also because of that, a good irl friend of mine came out as trans to me first because she felt safe with me! So yeah, a lot of good things to thank a show like 911 Lone Star for 💗.

Finally, becoming a beta reader!

I have been so lucky and have the most fun having been a beta reader for many talented writers in this fandom! Getting to see and help people with their works before they're published, seeing lines and dialogue that I suggested go into the final fic! Without a doubt one of the best things this fandom has given me, along with the many friendships that started because of it! 💖

An OPEN and zero pressure tag for a few people that I don't think have done this yet. @reasonandfaithinharmony @ladytessa74 @carlos-tk @eclectic-sassycoweyes @paperstorm @dear-viv @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @lonestardust @bubblesandroses8 @emsprovisions @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @goodways @theghostofashton @henrygrass @lemonlyman-dotcom @guardian-angle22

[featherfangart]

hi, ive been following your blog for a couple weeks now cause you have trigun and ffvii stuff, and somehow only literally just now when scrolling did it actually /click/ for me and made the connection that you have trigun and ffvii at the same time - and I was remembering something that you will maybe like and maybe don't know cause its from over 10 years ago and tumblr isn't the best showing old stuff.

tumblr user jeredu made a pretty cool trigun x ffvii crossover comic, gunsmoke in gaia, in like 2013ish. if you go to their blog and search for "trigun" it should come up pretty quick, I just checked.

im not associated with them or anything, I'm just a random person who even 10 years later is Still occasionally thinking about that cool comic and their other art, and I was just thinking that since you also like trigun and ffvii at the same time, maybe you will like it. i just wanted to share the love and something good from the past :)

cheers!

I have only given it a small glance, but I am LOSING MY MIND ABOUT THIS and am definitely going to read it all asap!!

I mean, what's the chance to see two of your fave fandoms collide in a good old fashioned devArt era way? Man, I adore everything about it!

Thank you SO MUCH for giving me the tip!! Love shared, treasures from the past revealed! And cherished in the present!! Thank you again! :D

[islandtarochips]

Shadow Company OC #2

Talofa everyone! I proudly would like to share another masterpiece that I got from @temeyes! Another Art Commission that I have requested from her! But before I showed this to you. I know most of you already know that OCs aren't Canon Characters. Even When making an OC that is like CHILDREN for the Canon Characters. Which it's FINE! And awesome too! Love those kinds of OCs that are connected with the Canons.

But this one is a bit different for me. Because the OC that I'm going to show you is actually related to the Canon who is like BLOOD SIBLING likes. And I gotta tell you. There are some online 'friends' that I've made a long time ago (I cut them off since they were complaining too much about how I made my OCs). That they were not very thrilled with how I made my OCs who are BLOOD RELATED to the family, like being siblings or cousins. Instead of putting my OCs as being the future CHILDREN. It kinda really put me down that I started to erase those OCs and just never mention them again.

It kinda hurts me sometimes and it's hard for me to make some OCs again. But after a few years, my OTHER good online friend, which is @forestgreenbunny, showed me the COD MW2. I have been so obsessed with it that I started to make OCs from it. And when I saw Graves on screen and watched him how he acted in every single scene. I just started to have an idea of giving him a sibling. The one who he will spoil rotten with! But…it started to taunt me again about my past experience showing someone my ideas. Except Bunny here had always shared me with their OCs so I thought that I could show her mine. And she had made me happy about it because she likes the ideas of having the OCs actually related to the Canon characters. Just need to make sure to let everyone know about it.

So...if you guys are interested. Here is my Shadow Company OC! Everyone! I would like for you to meet Graves's Sister!

Lieutenant Callie "Snipe" Graves!

One of the members of the Shadow Company and also Commander Graves's sister!

Before I continue on with this. How old do you guys think she is huh? Lol.

Anyway, Callie has the same personality as her older brother and she always admired him the most. From her childhood, she always looked up to him and wanted to be like him as well. She also saw him as their father's favorite. She doesn't pay much attention to it as she was focusing on being just like Phillip.

She had also wanted her father's attention but didn't get any for some reason. It upsets her most of the time but she forgets about it when Phillip came in and gave HIS attention to her instead. She loved her older brother and would follow him all the way till the end.

So she went with him to join the Marines Corps and later on joined in the Shadow Company. You could imagine that Phillip and Callie are like the most obnoxious duo in this world. Cocky enough to now care for ANYTHING or ANYONE. And will always get the things that they wanted.

You can say that Phillip's attitude had really become bad intentions for Callie. But she doesn't care. As long as she stays with her brother. Everything will be hell of a life! So thank you guys for reading this far! And want to let everyone know that Tim here is still open for Commission! So if you're interested, take a look through here to see the price of it! And give her your GREAT support! Love ya, peles! 😘❤️

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[ro-bee]

I know that The Bishops of Kiran were described as evil and well, not so redeemable characters, but in your Au is there going to be a genuine reconciliation scenario? Because I can't get a scene like the following one out of my head, maybe The Kraken (Daddy) or your version of Shamura (Sorry, I'm bad with names) Confront Kiran with something like: "Why don't you hate us? We literally tried to kill you" and Kiran says: "Because you are my family and I still love them", you can't tell me that something like that wouldn't break them emotionally, because let's be honest, if Kiran is the eldest, that means that they are alive because of him and at least there must be a little affection (Very very very deep in their rotten souls)

Anyway thats all, Also I wanted to tell you that your art Is my biggest font of comfort Now, your art Is amazing and you are amazing, hope you a nice day/night and take care of yoursel

ok so i want them to be redeemed someday ... it would take so much i think ...even more for two of them in particular

their relationship is difficult because they're still angry at kiran for their injuries and stuff

i'm still trying to figure out how their fight went but beside that... borovoi and keketh would be the frist ones to try to actually make peace with kiran, oh it would be emotional i think

they will cry and talk and cry again (kiki will cry tbh) and then hug

i mean they'll try to hug...

anyway for shamuda and nereus would be harder to forgive kiran... they can contain a lot of anger and spite

btw thank you for checking on me ^^ i'm not doing do great again but i keep going your words mean a lot <3!!!

[waterpomato]

Weight Of Storytelling

WaterPomato's analysis of @aveloka-draws nameless fan art piece about Lamb and Narinder from the Cult of the Lamb videogame celebrating Día de los Muertos

Table of contents

1. Introductions to my analysis

2. The established storytelling

3. The weight behind the art

4. My minor criticism

5. Closing thoughts

6. Source to art

Introductions to my analysis

Why am I analysing a piece of fan art by Aveloka? Firstly, I enjoy analysing art because it's an endless source of joy to engage with a piece of media. Secondly, COTL has consumed a piece of my brain. Thirdly, I have followed Aveloka's art for months. That's my reasoning. I hope you find something to take from this analysis.

So, what am I analysing? Well, the title of this analysis says it all. However, my central thesis is that this is a romantic date. But I didn't have to tell you that now, did I? The art says it all, which is why it doesn't leave much for imagination. And I am going to approach this fanart as a romantic date between Lamb and Narinder.

Lastly, I must state that I am not an art critic. I do not have any formal artistic education. However, I am a writer by heart. That's why I am writing an analysis of an art piece that captivated a piece of my mind. Additionally, I shall remind the readers to be respectful in the comment section. You are responsible for what you say on the internet.

The established storytelling

Question. Are any of you uncertain of Lamb's and Narinder's relationship status? I'm not because I would have to be blind not to see the neon signs. Lamb and Narinder are absolutely dating because of how they hold each other. Their intertwined hands are practised to the sense of touch. Their bodies click together like puzzle pieces. What can I say you can't see?

Well, we know they are together. But what is the dynamic they have as a duo? Fortunately, that also shines through the clothes. Lamb's cloak is bright, loud, and colourful. On the other hand, Narinder is grounded in a dark suit that gives Lamb's cloak the most possible contrast. Do I have to say it out loud?

For the love of God, even the goddam background is trying to tell the viewer that the Lamb is a bottom. Have you noticed that Lamb is associated with light colours? Well, what do you know? The sky splits in half with light orange at the bottom. I am giving Aveloka points for doing that because it's amusing. Also, it doesn't help that Lamb doesn't have a single dominant bone in his body.

The weight behind the art

Let's talk about the bottom. We can say whatever because the Lamb is deep in the subspace. Well, who wouldn't be in that situation? Like, admire how he can snuggle deep into Narinder's embrace. It looks effortless, natural, and practised because Lamb fits like a glove. Obviously, Narinder leans into it with a grin. 

Let's change the topic to the top. The other side of the coin. Oh my, isn't Narinder handsome? And the light is to thank for that. Honestly, do you see how Aveloka uses light for Narinder's muscles? The lighting highlights that Narinder isn't flat-chested at all. The contrast between the lighter and darker parts is excellent for giving weight and character. 

And lastly. I bet none of you have noticed this small detail that gives so much weight to the art. Notice the leaves. Isn't there something particular about them? Doesn't it seem as if the wind is blowing leaves in a deliberately symmetrical way? As if the leaves are aiding our gaze towards the centre? It's subtle and effective. 

My minor criticism

Now, I'm not merely going to throb the artist's ego because the work has issues. For one, Aveloka, where is the title for this art? Do you not respect your talent and labour, or am I missing something? Or is Feliz día de muertos🌼 the title for both of the art pieces that came with one post? (Kinda confusion for people like me if so.)

That was the meta-criticism. So we can finally move on to the piece itself. I'm not a fan of the UFO over Narinder's head. Genuinely, the sombrero looks like a UFO hovering over his head. Where is the weight it would have on Narinder's ears? Where is the layer of privacy it would provide for the couple? Why does it feel as if it doesn't impact the art?

Additionally, how and what is the third wheel, halo, or whatever the white splash behind Lamb's head? It bothers me because it's distracting, given that it's a bright part of the art. I want to enjoy the sense of love that you have created. I don't want to stare at a random light source that seemingly has little purpose. 

Closing thoughts

Aveloka, you have done an excellent job with this piece. Yes, I have definite issues with this nameless work. However, they don't drag the piece down into the pits of hell. Especially since it's pleasing to stare for hours to find something new to admire. Additionally, is this entirely made out of watercolours? Like how? I can barely draw a sky with watercolours. 

Aveloka, how long have you been drawing with watercolours because it's a gorgeous handcraft?

Last but not least, readers. Do you see the artwork in a new light? Even if I failed my goal, I hope you enjoyed this analysis and thank you for reading. 

Source to art

[henrygrass]

9-1-1: Lone Star - Favorite Fandom Moments

Thank you @thisbuildinghasfeelings for coming up with this lovely idea, and for the tags @everlastingday @reyesstrand @carlossreaders @nisbanisba @tellmegoodbye @heartstringsduet @firstprince-history-huh @bonheur-cafe @carlos-in-glasses @chicgeekgirl89 @herefortarlos!

I haven't been part of the fandom for long; I joined somewhere at the end of October 2024, and I still consider myself new. Sometimes, I feel a little like an outsider, which has nothing to do with you all. You have been wonderful and supportive, truly!

Discovering Tarlos and Fanfiction

While I joined in October, I actually discovered 911LS in April 2024 when I, feeling bored, decided to type 'gay' into my Disney+ search. I wish I could say I saw a clip somewhere that made me look into 911LS, but nope, it was just me typing 'gay.' Who would have thought that I would fall in love with Tarlos and the whole bunch? Not me! I have never felt this way about any movie, TV show, or book—never. I binged the first four seasons and then rewatched them all right after finishing. Around July, I started wanting more. Now, I knew fanfiction existed; I just never got into it and never had the drive to read fan-created content until I came across a post on Reddit about Tarlos fanfictions. Missing Moments by @paperstorm was right there, and thus my Ao3 journey began.

Writing My Own Fics and Joining Tumblr

After reading various works, I started wanting to share my own. I had never written anything more than a couple of pages of random scenes, but I had this very clear idea in my mind for a Tarlos fic, so I just tried writing it. English is not my native language, and it was my first time writing a story in English, so my anxiety was through the roof when I decided to post the first chapter of Weep Not for Me. I kept telling myself that it was okay if people didn't like it, but then people did like it! I was elated at how welcoming the fandom is, and while Ao3 was great, joining Tumblr was the icing on the cake.

Now, she doesn't know this (I think), but the main reason this account even exists is @nisbanisba. I recognized her from Ao3, formally made an actual account, and followed her on here. Thanks to her, I got to connect with so many people! I'm always amazed by how different this corner of the internet is from my past experiences—how nice people are, even to newcomers and strangers like me.

Watching Season 5 Live

It's such a great experience to read everyone's thoughts about an episode as it airs for the first time! The reactions to scenes, the comments that add depth or make me notice things I otherwise wouldn't have, the theories, and, most of all, the giggles over shared moments like Owen heroically galloping on Thunder or TK's birthday party—so many moments that I would have otherwise experienced alone, in my own bubble, but instead I enjoyed in the dead of night at 2 AM with so many of you. Special thanks to @tellmegoodbye and @ironheartwriter for the Discord server that allows me to catch these last episodes (the link I used to use stopped working, but they saved me). While it's too soon for the show to end, I'm glad I got to enjoy this last season of a show that means so much to me with everyone here.

The show may be ending, but the characters will always remain, and I hope that most (if not all) of you will continue to share this love for 911LS—whether through gifs, fics, art, music, or anything else. I know I will.

I'm not sure who has or hasn't done this so, I'll leave an open tag!

[starrysundaez]

meowdy vani !! it’s dani .. i wasn’t following you before but i keep seeing your emojis on my feed 🧡 !! i hope this ask greets you well , there’s a lot of drama i see floating around so i’m making an attempt to avoid interacting with too much of emojiblr .. but that’s besides the point ..!! keep up the outstanding work !!

i was wondering if you made user boxes and if you were open to making one that says “this user is a minecraft ocelot” for my blogs ?? no hard feelings if not !! keep up the outstanding work !!

— with much respect , dani =3 !!

MEOWDY!!! omg our names rhyme!!

ur ask is very well recived! so far so good in the emojiblr trenches, hope the sames foryou!! (also thank u <33) I DO MAKE USER BOXES!! AND OFC!! HERE! sry it took me a few days i coudlknt chhose any colors and tbh I kinda hate like. 3 of these LMAOO :sob: hope u like one of them!! if not ahh im sorry [ i totlaly didnt JUST check ur blog and realize the EXACT SAME OFFICAL ART was used nopee.....ahh... if you want me to draw one i can do that ^^]

This user is a minecraft ocelot userboxes!!

the first 2 r my favs but someoen might like the rest!!

[nazrigar]

First of all, I love your dinosaur and prehistoric animal art and follow you on Instagram. Second of all, the fact that you're a Transformers fan makes me so happy. Thirdly, can you walk me through a summary of your au? What's the main plot and what makes this one different? I keep seeing something about Megatron being Optimus's father or something?

Thank you, glad that you like my work, And I'm definitely making a dedicated overiew post for the future, but here's the basic summary:

Transformers All-Sparks is an AU that focuses on the lives of Elita, Optimus and Megatron both pre-and-post war. The name represents "The Connection of All Sparks" to another in this AU, with its themes of family, friends and how war and ideology changes a person.

Megatron is indeed Optimus' dad, being born of a piece of both his and Codexa's sparks. Reproduction takes many forms in this AU, and will have its own dedicated section one day.

The main plot of All-Sparks centers around two point in history: Pre-Great Exodus and Post-Great Exodus.

Before the Great Exodus, it focuses on the famililal lives of Clan Pax and Clan Carcer, Orion's family and friends, and witnessing how Orion's dad goes from loving family bot to "the subjugator of Iacon". It all starts because, one day, Megatron takes a fall for a crime he didn't do to protect a friend. He forever gets branded as a Convict, and the rest is history, as Megatron is forced to fight in pit after pit, and becomes increasingly furious of just how wrong Cybertron and its institutions are... and especially disdainful of the rank of "Prime", and soon gets a cult of personality following growing. One worldwide revolt later, an accidental fusion cannon shot and ressurection later, and you have all of Cybertron duking it out with one another.

After the Great Exodus, the Autobots have established themselves in multiple fortress worlds and allied alien species. They can do this because The Great Exodus is one of the perhaps the biggest logistical feat known to botkind. The Autobots, while at a numerical disadvantage, are very much still a potent force in the galaxy, to the point that they've managed to contain the Decepticons to a stalemate, but one that can shift at any moment. The Search for Energon is something vital for both factions, some planets are naturally rich in it, some aren't. Allspark fragments are especially prized, because they're not just as energon sources, but in what they can do with the forces of creation (though that's easier said than done).

The Ark crash lands on Earth much later than in most continuities, with Grimlock guarding it for the past 20,000 years. Sometime during the late 80s, Hot Rod (and friends), finally bring enough Energon to awaken at least some of the Autobots, Optimus and Elita included. And so, with that, Earth will soon become part of Cybertron's war... whether they realize or not.

Some worlbuilding tidbits that's prevalent of this AU.

Cybertron is the home planet, but is also referred to as the Worlds of Cybertron. Before the great war, Cybertron is actually very well integrated with its colonies, including Caminus, Velocitron, Devishun, Eukaris and many more. Even Quintessa is considered part of the Worlds... but they're also the most prone to rebellion. The war on Cybertron becomes a full blown Cybertronian Civil War once factionalism arrives in many of the worlds.

Faction organization is prevalent here: The main factions are Autobot and Decepticon, but there are sub-factions that help out their main faction. Maximals are the organic-disguised arm of the Autobots, bringing their already-well known experience and knowledge in navigating organic worlds and military professionalism into the greater whole. Predacons serve as this to the Decepticons, but are more like a personality-cult-within-a-cult, as they were founded by a Razorclaw inspired by the "take power with your own two hands" philosophy of Megatron.

Autobots also have The Knights of the Circle of Light (The successors of the Temple Guard who protected the Temple of the Thirteen, now a colossal space-faring vessel) and the Espionage Corps (The Cyberninja Corps in all but name), and the Autobot Diplomatic Corps (who help maintain the relations with aliens).

Inspired by Ben 10, Marvel and many other works, Aliens have a presence in this AU, because you can't have a giant galactic-scale war without bringing your problems onto other worlds.

[ruushes]

Hi I love your oc, ailill mahariel, especially the art of them and was wondering if I could ask questions?

If so, how would they handle meeting going to the dalish camp in dao? Would they feel like a ghost and out of place especially with their looks from the blight sickness? (not their clan but the one you go to for help) and how would they react to others asking about their recruitment into the grey wardens? (Especially when its still new and raw)

Like sarel asking if they were recruited to make sure the dalish followed through on the treaty, and while that might be true its also overshadowed by the tragedy of mahariel and tamlen finding the eluvian.

Hope you have a good day and again I love your art and ocs!

the answer to if it's ok to ask about my ocs is ALWAYS YES and also i would kill for you. it blows my mind honestly that i rarely talk abt ailill but people still remember him and bring him up to me independently like that's so so so cool im glad you like my little guy 😭😭

and YEAH nature of the beast was a very fraught chapter of the game for him haha. he didn't want to collect on that part of the treaty in the first place - part unconscious fear of returning to a place so like home, part equally unconscious protectiveness and indignation on behalf of the dalish - and they only went bc he can't put his foot down lol

as for responding to questions about his becoming a grey warden, i take every available dialog option for him to be bitter about his recruitment haha, he never rly gets over that hurt even after (much, much later) accepting duncan's reasons for doing it. but being with zathrian's clan rly brutally enforces to him that he can never undo what happened and can never go home

he already felt not really dalish anymore after being (in his mind) exiled from sabrae, but having been made into a warden, he doesn't even rly feel like a person anymore. i hc that the sister clans spent a good amt of time together and their members would know each other to some extent, and that familiarity makes it even more stark how they treat him differently now - not exactly like an outsider, but with pity and a poorly concealed measure of horror

not rly related but an old sketch as thanks bc u asked 😌

[spiritofrainbursts]

You should infodump abt your ocs....tell me as much as possible.... (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Aww why thank you 😊💕🌈

Unfortunately I don't really have any in depth information as I either haven't developed or updated any of my babies yet but I suppose I can go ahead and represent the concepts I made for the future crew so I can dump some fun facts and random ideas that have been running around in the back of my mind about them as of late.

Info Dump and Concepts can be found below the cut!

Silver the Hedgehog

Starting with everyone's favorite psychedelic cowboy from the future -

- Is a young adult in the concept art. - In my current primary headcanon for the franchise Silver is the biological grandson of Sonic and Shadow cause canon be damed and I swear their fanonical son is the living embodiment of Silver's Daddy. (Sorry Shadilver/Sonilver fans but in this house we roll with the concept of Sil having an existential crisis after nearly erasing himself from the timeline by unknowingly attempting to kill his grandfather.) - His Dad is a Hedgehog who goes by the name of Castor. (Will be delving more into him again at a later date so I can answer all the questions over at the @sonic-fankid-showdown I missed out on once I've whipped up his ref sheet.)

- Is a certified Bi Trans Man with a preference for Men 😎👌🏳️‍🌈 (Currently single cause I don't really ship him with anyone these days on account of the guy being a living paradox who more than likely is related to at least one of 3 other main hedgehogs of the franchise although not confirmed. Can totally get behind Espilver and Silvaze even though I headcanon Blaze as a hardcore Lesbian now and days.)

- Though unintentional this particular iteration of Silver can telepathically communicate with someone through his mind if he has a close enough bond with that person to subconsciously form a psychic link. This often results in the recipient randomly being suddenly bombarded by his innermost thoughts and dreams which in turn can cause some scare and confusion until they realize what’s going on. Said ability also allows for Silver to read said recipients mind if given permission to do so. (It should be noted that this ability is the genetic result of his father’s ability to enter one’s dream.)

- Highly considering giving him a pink aura over his canonical blue/turquoise one for the sake of aesthetics but we’ll see which I like better once I get around to updating his design. May even give him a few stars that light up when using his powers as well. 😉

- Would LOVE to craft him his very own companion such as a Chao or a Flicky! Currently stumped on what kind of companion to give him though. 😔

Rayne the Husky

Next up we have the gal behind the blog in Sonic form herself -

- As per the case with all my current sonas, Rayne's name originates from the word Rainbow because Rainbows are a natural phenomena I've loved since I was a kid for reasons I'll save for anyone who may be interested in hearing them at a later date. Despite her names origins however the name Rayne primarily serves as a representation of her water based abilities and reflection of her radiant personality. (Fun fact! This iteration of the name Rain means Counsel/Friend! Additionally her friends call her Ray for short. This is not to be confused with Ray the Flying Squirrel.) - Her Black Knight counterpart goes by the name of Bowyn as a nod to one of the main protagonists from one of favorite childhood films, Dragonheart. (I'm not joking when I say I've adored the name Bowen since the day I first watched the movie.)

- Why a Husky? Cause they're my favorite dog breed and my good old friend @faecaptainofdreams once pointed out how I strike her as a puppy on account of my eccentrically sweet and loving nature so you can pretty much thank her for that. (Psst! You should totally drop the Captain a follow and commission her if you can! I promise it will totally be worth your while. 😉)

- If it weren't already obvious Rayne posses the power of Hydrokinesis as a result of my Zodiac Sign, the Scorpio, being heavily associated with the element of water although I'm considering expanding her abilities to be more stormy in nature once I get around to finalizing her design. Regardless of what I decide, what I can say with certainty at the very least is that she has the miraculous ability to heal others though it only really works on physical injuries and even then it's not exactly full proof but it has been known to be quite the life savor none the less. (Because of this I can easily imagine Rayne becoming Blaze's rival if they were to ever meet. I have been looking into giving her an IDW counterpart for people to use in more canon material if they so wish so perhaps I'll explore the concept more for that universe if and when I decide to do so? Should probably catch up on the comics first though as it's been a hot minute since I've last read them.)

- Not only is she taller than Silver as a result of Dogs naturally being bigger than Hedgehogs but they're also older than him by a few months which realistically checks out as I was born 6 years before 06 came out. (It should be noted that regardless of the context the two will forever be close in age to serve as a reflection of how much I've grown up alongside the Sonic franchise and call back upon some fond childhood memories of mine that just happen to be closely tied with Silver's character.)

- Identifies as a Bi Demisexual with a preference for Woman/Enbies thus making her and Silver Bi Buddies 😎💖💜💙🤘 (Is also a single pringle at this time to reflect my current relationship status but I'm always open to giving her a partner in the future should I ever stumble upon the Shadow to my Sonic to ship my sona with theirs otherwise this canine ain't need nobody to be happy!)

- The initial name for her Super form is Harbinger, a title I was inspired to take on after a dream I had a couple years ago where I had to save the embodiment of death itself from being erased from existence, but this name may be retooled to use for a potential powered up form caused by the chaos energy her companion, Rook, emits due to their association with death. (Stay tuned as I will be covering them here shortly!)

- Although I have yet to learn how to play myself, jamming out to her favorite rock songs on the guitar is one of Rayne's favorite past times! (Speaking of rock songs I like to think that she has merch from Sonic and Shadow's days as rockstars! Considering they're his grandfathers Silver can't help but raise an eyebrow whenever she parades around the base in Sonadow attire.)

- Enjoys taking a good photoshoot of/with her loved ones so that she'll always have physical memento of her memories with them to hold onto even long after they're gone.

- Often refers to Silver as a Cowboy because he sounds just like one to them. (No really! I swear Pete Capella Silver sounds like a Cowboy especially in the Adventure Tours storyline from Mario & Sonic at the Vancouver Olympic games for the DS which just so happens to by my initial introduction to the character as opposed to 06 as I wouldn't be introduced to the game til 7th Grade.)

Rook the Reaping

And last but not least the spook birb with quite the dapper plumage -

- Thanks to my previously fore mentioned friend, I was inspired to create Rook after she suggested I take the symbolism behind the Robin for myself upon coming across a striking species hailing all the way from Australia simply known as the Scarlet Robin. That and I was pretty obsessed with Flickies at the time and figured it'd be fun if my sona had a Flicky companion considering how underrated they are. (Did you know? Robins share a lot of symbolism with the Scorpio as both entities are often associated with Death, Transformation, and New Beginnings.)

- Rook was chosen as a namesake as I felt the name's meaning, being one with the dark hair and raucous voice, suited what I had in mind for their personality pretty well. (Funnily enough Rook just so happens to be the name of a type of Corvid. It's also well known as a Chess piece lol)

- In Black Knight Rook is a Dragon of the Wyvern variety whom I've yet to come up with a proper name for although considering Bowyn's name is a nod to Bowen perhaps their Black Knight counterpart should serve as a nod to Draco? That would make the most sense.🤔

- Their species is referred to as the Reaping because they were initially a sub species of the Flicky with enough built in Chaos Energy to transform into living weapons thus giving them an association with death although I’m considering going ahead and making them their own thing both within and possibly outside of the Sonic universe.

- That’s right baby!! Rook can low key go Soul Eater mode and transform into a literal Bident which I chose due to the weapons association with the planet Pluto which just so happens to be one of Scorpios ruling planets next too Mars. (Pluto is the planet I align with more personally if it weren’t already obvious and YES I CONSIDER PLUTO TO BE A PLANET NOW BITE ME!! 😤)

- Coming back to my earlier point on making them their own thing but I’m looking at giving Rook’s species more Corvid like anatomy and an elongated tail not too unlike a lions but with feathers on the end of it to further differentiate them from the Flickies who are more tropical like with Parakeet/Parot traits in my mind.

- Rook doesn’t really have a defined gender so I typically use They/Them pronouns for Them. Because of this I’m looking at making the Reapings more androgynous in nature. Furthermore Rook may be getting a Winter Coat based off of the Female Scarlet Robin which would really supplement my previous idea.

- Sadly as a result of their uncanny abilities, Reapings are often poached and smuggled across the planet to be used as mere objects in war and criminal activity often leading to a life of abuse for these poor magnificent creatures that has caused a sharp decline in numbers of the species throughout the years. Unfortunately Rook was one of many who fell victim to such illegal trades and would be put through the worst hell imaginable up until the night they were miraculously rescued by Rayne who just happened to be in close enough proximity to hear their mangled cries thus causing a chain of events that would lead them to Silver and in turn ignite the beginning of a beautiful friendship between the three of them.

- This traumatic experience will understandably cause them to act pretty hostile towards the two Gaian’s at first, often leaving behind some nasty scars, but after enough time, care, and patience Rook will slowly warm up to the pair and grow close enough with Rayne in particularly to allow her to call upon their weapon form when needed however out of respect and just being more pacifistic leaning in nature she only ever calls upon them as a last resort.

- Has a hauntingly beautiful voice and can often be found singing alongside Rayne during one of her jam sessions, creating a harmony that really walks a fine line between radiant and eerie.

- Is pretty mischievous in nature and is known for giving folks quite the jump scare especially on Halloween, one holiday they LOVE to celebrate alongside Rayne. (Would like to get around to dressing them up as Vash and the Punisher from Trigun respectively.)

- Probably has a skull & bones collection sitting around somewhere that never fails to creep Ray out. Not to worry though! The pile usually consists of fragments from other animals of a relatively small stature as well as the occasional knick knack or two.

- Their particular species was used during the creation of Project Shadow in my primary headcannon.

Ok this turned out to be a whole lot longer than I originally anticipated so hopefully this will suffice otherwise feel free too shoot any additional questions my way and I'll be sure to answer them to the best of my ability after Valentine's Day! Btw I've yet to come up with a good team name for the three so if anyone has any suggestions for a good teammate as well as the perfect species to use for an additional please feel free to send them my way! Oh and should any of ya'll decide to draw the crew on your own time please be sure to let me know as I plan to update their designs at some point this year and would like to have a variation of any work I receive of their conceptual designs in near future featuring their finalized designs. Thank You.

[momoiro-hime]

I'm on bluesky too now friends!! 💙☁️

So far it's the social media account I'm the most active on! I've been slowly reposting my art, talking about my life and my art ideas (and I've opened commissions there too if you guys are interested)

No pressure though 🫶 thank you all for already following me here on tumblr!!

Hope you guys have a lovely day! 💐🤍

[magic-worms]

so like i did not expect at all for my tf2 baboon post to get so popular or to see a ton of new followers from it. but that’s what happened. i can’t believe you guys like isa so much

you like her?? my little baby monkey?? my seven year old sweet little baby typing monkey??? well you’re in luck because i like her too and i haven’t been able to stop drawing her. here’s some family doodles

+ a couple scoutlings ^_^