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Trick or treat! 🎃💉

the re-appearance of dan's bedsheet ghost. this time with eye holes, clothes, and a buddy

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do you trust me? // stepbro!sam

sam (sdv) x afab!reader

wc: 3700

mdni -> pseudo!incest, manipulation, fingering, mild overstimulation, possession/jealousy, unprotected sex

***“why would i make fun of you?” he practically purred, so dangerously close to being between those timid little legs of yours. 

he could practically smell the embarrassment on you, like prey in the wild, so innocent, so sugary sweet it nearly made his teeth ache. 

but it did make his mouth water, seeing you so pliable. so on display. just simply asking for it. 

“i dunno,” you shrugged, goosebumps scattering your skin as his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your thighs. 

“c’mon, you trust me, don’t you?”***

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you always wondered why so many people talked about hating their step-siblings. sam was your best friend. 

he always made sure you were safe, never letting you go on dates with anyone he didn’t approve of. and who were you to question? 

he was your savior, shield against any harm. never having to use that pretty little head of yours when he was around, all the time in the world to do whatever you pleased. he always knew what was best for you. 

nodding silently, batting your lashes up at him every time, never fighting against his word. for the most part. 

it wasn’t until he found your beaded bracelet in sebastian’s room, anger bubbling in his stomach as he pinpointed the broken clasp.  

hiding the acid running through every membrane under his skin under a clenched jaw and hard blinks, he shoved the broken bracelet he gave you into his pocket. 

what the hell was she doing here? 

why the fuck is this broken? 

she’s keeping secrets now? who the fuck does she think she is? after everything i’ve done for her? 

through short excuses sebastian saw right through, sam huffed out the front door. his cheeks ran pink as he braced against the winter breeze, blowing snowflakes into his eyes, catching onto his elongated lashes. 

numb fingers opened the front door with more haste than necessary, house seemingly empty. 

where the fuck is she? 

blinded by something not quite rage, not quite betrayal, sheer jealousy. 

not in the kitchen, not the living room, not vincent’s room.. 

idiot, her room. 

heavy steps approached your door, covered up by the music humming through your stereo as you leaned over your dresser, touching up the makeup on your face. 

“hey-” 

“hm?” you looked up at him through the mirror, still bent over your dresser, unaware of the shortness of your skirt, your clothed cunt on full display. 

“d-” sam coughed, clearing his throat to mask the flush on his face. “do you want to explain this?” 

he dangled the broken bracelet between his fingers, your face running hotter than the sun, knowing there was no real way out of this one. 

“i-“ 

“and why the hell it was in sebastian’s room of all places?!” 

a few paces forward, nearly pressed against you as he stared at you through the mirror. 

“i-“ 

“are you fucking him?!” 

dropping your eyes from his, shame and embarrassment closing your throat, guilty of the one thing you knew you shouldn’t have done. 

you didn’t technically do anything, just a few moments of your peppermint chapstick mixing with the remnants of smoke that stained his lips. 

your throat seemed to close as he turned the music off, only thing left to hear was his heavy breathing and your unsteady heartbeat. 

it wasn’t your fault that you didn’t know what the feeling between your legs was, the knot in your tummy, why your panties were so sticky sometimes. 

sam had sheltered you, and sebastian just happened to be the one who you knew second best, you basically grew up around him. 

you couldn’t ask your big brother after all, it was embarrassing. 

plus, seb had unrestricted internet access, something you didn’t have the luxury of. 

“it’s a scary place out there, i don’t want someone to take advantage of you,”. 

“n-no,” you cowered, knowing you were technically telling the truth, but you knew sam could feel your innocence slipping away. 

and you felt guilty. 

how could you betray sam that way? 

“c’mon, spill it. please? i just want to make sure you’re safe,”. a demeanor change in an instant, a falsified little twinge of regret pulling on his heartstrings. 

“promise you won’t make fun of me?” you refused to raise your head, shuffling a few feet over towards your bed. 

practically asking for it, you pulled your knees to your chest, covering your face with a pillow to hide the heat radiating off of you, making the sides of your throat all itchy. 

there it was, that pretty little cunt of yours, covered in a useless piece of white cloth, hiding the one thing a big brother should never come near. 

it wasn’t intentional at first, molding you into a dumb puppy who followed him around aimlessly, who followed his manipulative words like gospels. 

then one summer it hit, a semi-truck right to his cock, that you were simply made for him. tits loosely covered by the top that just couldn’t stay tied, huh? 

bottoms that matched, leaving just enough to his perverted imagination. 

it was game over. 

he knew it was wrong, it was so fucking wrong. 

but how was he supposed to go about knowing that you depended on him for everything, and that someone else could take that away from him? 

you were his. 

and you weren’t helping his case, walking around the house in his shirts every now and again, shorts and skirts getting shorter and fucking shorter, playing dumb. 

yeah, you were playing dumb. this was your fault. 

that’s what he told himself, fist tight on the base of his cock every night, pent up from all your teasing, prancing around like that. 

coming to sit next to you, nearly between your legs as he rested both hands on your calves, gently dancing his calloused fingertips across your skin. 

“why would i make fun of you?” he practically purred, so dangerously close to being between those timid little legs of yours. 

he could practically smell the embarrassment on you, like prey in the wild, so innocent, so sugary sweet it nearly made his teeth ache. 

but it did make his mouth water, seeing you so pliable. so on display. just simply asking for it. 

“i dunno,” you shrugged, goosebumps scattering your skin as his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your thighs. 

“c’mon, you trust me, don’t you?” 

he knew the answer, of course you did. but he found himself still holding his breath, biting back the fear that he was losing his grip on you. 

“mhm, always,” you sniffled, upset he would think otherwise. “i just-” you sighed a flustered breath. “sometimes i feel kinda, funny, down there, and i figured seb would let me borrow his computer and i-”. 

“what kind of funny?” he bit his bottom lip hard, knowing this just had to be too perfect to be true. 

dumb, innocent little bunny, in his hands in a pool of embarrassment and guilt, just needs some guidance, yeah? 

yeah, just needs some guidance. what kind of big brother doesn’t help their little sister in need? 

“all like…i dunno sammy.. it just feels funny,” you sighed, twitching at the feeling of his knuckles brushing the backside of your thighs, dangerously close to the plush that taunted him so, so badly. 

“i get like, a knot in my tummy, and like i’m missing something…am i broken, sammy?” 

his eyes caught yours, glistening in fear at the thought that there was something wrong with you, that this wasn’t normal. 

a mix of guilt and greed settled at the top of his tummy, greed climbing up his throat faster than he could choke it down. 

don’t scare her off. she just needs some help, that’s all. 

“no, no no no, it’s completely normal,” he brushed your hair out of your face, feeling the warmth that burned your cheeks, so cute. 

“then… what does it mean..?” you cocked your head to the side, like a confused little pup, head so empty that he wondered if you were really being serious. 

“well uh..” he coughed, dick twitching at the thought of getting to show you what it meant. that’s easier, right? “do you feel it now?” 

c’mon, just ask. you know you want to, angel. 

you nodded with a slight hum, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, hoping it would steady you a little bit. 

“can you make it go away, sammy?” you asked with your eyebrows slightly pinched together, puppy dog eyes batting at him like you almost knew what you were doing to him. 

bingo. 

it was just too perfect to imagine passing up the opportunity he dreamt about so many times before. 

to be the only one who could satisfy your dirtiest of needs, to make you his for good, never needing anyone else. 

not seb, not alex, no one else. 

he was the one who had taken care of you all this time, who had helped you with anything you ever needed, some untold urge within him at first. 

he made you the little malleable, dependent, sheltered girl you were, from the moment you met. 

and it was about to pay off. 

he could have that last little bit of you all to himself, that virginity he subconsciously made you keep, just for you to serve it up on a silver platter for him. 

“of course, angel. but you have to trust me, can you do that?” 

you nodded your head, unsure of what you needed to trust him for, that funny feeling making your insides twitch, causing you to shift your hips to try and somehow push your legs together tighter. 

“gonna teach ya all you need to know, m’kay?” he bit back his tongue as he subtly palmed his aching cock, throbbing since he walked into your room. 

your sickly sweet perfume that had saturated every item within those four walls, clothes thrown on the ground, underwear on full display. 

the lacey kind, matching your bras he had caught a glimpse of you in more than once, almost as if you really were doing it all on purpose. 

“relax, okay? i’ll take good care of ya like always,”. he offered a gentle smile, running his thumb across your bottom lip on his way to cradle the side of your face. 

be gentle, don’t scare her away. 

you nodded, letting him slip between your legs as you fell almost limp at his touch. 

he didn’t know how much he could really teach you, struggling to hold back since the moment he burst through your door, winded in jealously and a near instant hard-on. 

“i’ll always help you when you feel like this, m’kay?” his blown out eyes took in all he could, timid little thing already spread for him so nicely. 

“o-okay,” so desperate to figure out what the hell you were feeling, the ache, the pulse that matched the one in your ears, wanting..friction?

“c’mere,”. worried he would strip you too soon, scare you off too quickly, he pulled you onto his lap as you switched spots, so effortless you weren’t really sure what happened. 

an instant gasp fell from your lips as you sat on his clothed cock, the sudden pressure against your throbbing cunt, wanting nothing more than to grind your hips against it. 

“you ‘kay?” sam tried to catch your attention, knowing exactly what he did to you, but he was teaching, yeah? 

“mhm, feels good..” you practically whispered, hands pressed against his chest. 

“try this, m’kay?” he tightened his grip on your hips, bunching up your skirt to steady his hands. 

slowly pulling your hips in, pushing them away. the effortless roll that they fell into so quickly, watching your pupils grow tenfold, nearly shaking at the feeling of slow grinds on him. 

he felt your body tense as you tried to grind harder, fighting the slow push and pull at his hand. 

he watched as you took your own reigns, closing your eyes as you did it all by yourself. 

“atta girl, feels good, yeah?” it took every bit of strength he had to keep his voice steady, to keep

the hunger simmering just a little bit longer. 

“i-is-” cutting your own words off with the hard roll that pushed your swollen bud against him, a small shake rustling through your legs. “is there a way to-to feel..more?” 

such a sweet, sweet thing aren’t you? 

make her think this is her idea. yeah, yeah. she has been asking for it for all this time. 

“on the outside or the inside?” 

you bit your lip, confused and trying to process his simple question through an already fuzzy brain. 

“i-inside?” you stuttered, the ache growing deeper by the second. 

so quick to be a dirty, dirty girl for me though, aren’t you? 

“sit up a little, ‘kay?” you shivered as his fingers slid between your legs pulling your soaked through panties to the side.  “i got ya”. 

the whimper that spilled from your lips was the sweetest sound he had ever. heard. 

fingertips gently rubbed circles on your clit, trying his best to hold out and keep all the friction on your end, drawing out the lesson so he didn’t blow before fucking your virgin hole. 

on instinct alone, you rolled your hips towards him, hoping he would do something more to help the ache in your tummy. 

watching you as if the world didn’t exist, he let his middle finger push into your tight hole, pulling him in with a force greater than gravity. 

you felt his finger curl just a little, brushing against the sweetest spot you didn’t know existed, body craving more more more. 

starstruck at the way you pulled him in so quick, clenching his jaw at the sight of your stuttering legs on either side of him. 

salivating as zaps of need kept his mouth shut tight, heavy breathing from his nose as he tried to keep his composure. 

watching you unravel so quickly, so easily, on his hand was too much for him to handle, your plush little walls coaxing him inside so sweetly. 

“f-feel good?” his voice a stuttering mess, he watched as you were only capable of nodding, eyes closed. 

he clung to any sense of composure left in the hot, heavy air of your room, hoping it would chain down his need to rut into you at full force, bottoming out inside your- 

“you wanna feel more?” his purrs were too much for your fuzzy little brain to handle, the ache satiated but simultaneously so much worse, so much louder, it was all your body could beg for. 

“m-mhm,” you sputtered, dumb puppy eyes finally looking in his carnal ones, the only thing thinking was his suffocating dick, still trapped behind his jeans. 

the green light illuminated his every move, not missing a beat incase you changed your mind. 

too far gone, boundaries blurred as you had already let too much happen, you already ruined him. 

flipped onto your back, skirt lifted and underwear shimmied off at the speed of light, you couldn’t help but giggle as the wind was nearly knocked out of you. 

heartbeat in your ears, you watched as his glistening head was finally freed from the cotton confines, pink and dripping. 

“let me know if it’s t’ much, ‘kay?” a falsified steadiness to his voice, letting your clouded brain process his words as a distraction to line himself up with your sopping wet cunt. 

in truth, he wasn’t sure if he really could stop, placing all his cards down on the hope that if you wanted him to stop, that would be enough to snap him out of it. 

a meek nod, the grandest invitation of them all. 

“s- shit-” he hissed, pushing his hips into you at an agonizing pace. you watched his bones shudder, law slacked as the earth stopped on its very axis. 

eyes pinched shut, an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure short circuiting every heat filled nerve. 

the burning sear of his throbbing length hurt, but fuck was it the sweetest thing you had ever felt. 

skin burning, blood boiling, lungs empty as if they were giving him more room to settle inside. 

“s’so tight m’mph-” he mumbled under his breath, honey coated whimpers humming in your throat as he coaxed you open, slow and steady. 

composure only lasting so long, already stuffing you full, no force known to man was enough to hold back the imminent snap of his hips to bottom out. 

a startled yelp cut short by a broken cry, pudgy tip meeting your cervix with an urgent need. 

“g-god fuck- shit,”. one hand placed on either side of you, blonde strands falling in unison with his flushed face. 

a frustrated whimper, the feeling in your tummy the worst you had ever felt, ready to cry out in sheer agony if it wasn’t fixed soon. 

you were just so. fucking. tight. and so. fucking. warm. and so. fucking. perfect. 

repaying him for years of care, little sister cunt wrapped around his cock as the sweetest, dirtiest, thank you ever known. 

it didn’t matter that it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but that make it so much better. 

not wanting to lose his place, for you to want to cut things short, he let one deep breath reset enough of his soul that he remembered how to fuck right, and how badly he craved this very moment for years. 

he pulled back slowly, the grip of your no-longer virgin hole pulsing around him tight enough that your puddles of slick could barely break him free. 

his blown-out eyes watched as he repositioned ever so slightly, a better view, he thought, white knuckle grip on your squirming hips. 

“saammyyyy…” you whined, feeling immediately empty and almost angry at the bubbling ache inside you. 

“hm?” he looked up at you, lost in some transient space light years away. 

“still-” you huffed in annoyance, “still feel funny,”. 

“i’ll fix that, trust me m’kay?” 

you gave a full hearted nod, bottom lip jutted out in a wordless plea, mixed with those glossy doll eyes, he couldn’t have asked for more. 

putty in his hands, a sweet stupid little thing, begging to be fucked braindead without even knowing. 

maybe you did know, planting that bracelet there knowing he would see it. knowing he would hunt you down like prey. 

but it didn’t matter anymore, watching you lose you sanity at the loss of his cock inside you, taking your virginity, claiming you for good. 

the thought of you opening his door a few nights a week, thighs pressed together, that desperate little look in your eyes with a problem only he knew how to fix. 

snapping his hips back into you, he pulled one of your legs up and over his shoulder, drawing the prettiest squeals from your plush little lips. 

no more time for games, for testing waters. 

each thrust of his hips nearly bruising the back of your thighs, too lost in your baby babbles and slacked jaw to care. 

“s’- s’fuckin wet for me, huh?” he muttered through labored breaths, a satisfied smirk glued to his face as he never relented, never gave your poor swollen pussy a chance to recover. 

“s-ah! f-oh-don’t stop p-please-”. barely able to speak, tears beginning to form on your lash line, you had never felt so close to bliss ever. 

stuffed full of your big brothers cock, crying out with each bruising kiss of your spongey little sweet spot. 

he was taking such good care of you, like he always did. 

you felt that ache grow tighter, like a ribbon being pulled too tight, a knot that was ready to snap at a moments notice. 

“s-sammy i-”. unable to begin to articulate the feeling so incredibly sweet, you arched your back into the mattress enough to feel him in an entirely new way, breathless moans wanting to be set free from your depleted lungs. 

“ ‘s will help, it’s ’kay,”. his words were slurred thicker than syrup, ones that didn’t make it to your ears faster than his thumb did to that bundle of nerves you were so unfamiliar with. 

as your vision turned to nothing but shimmery flashes on a blacked out horizon, every cell in your body running so hot they were cold, broken sobs and glass shattering cries spilled from your uncontrollable lips. 

your skin felt fuzzy, tv static running through your bloodstream at light speed, feeling that ribbon snap in an instant. 

creaming sam’s length so easily, dripping onto everything below your defiled hole, swollen cunt making it even harder for him to keep it together. 

“s’ch a good girl for me, so-so fuckin’ good t’me,”. 

still lost somewhere in the void between here and now, sense of reality still lost in a pool of your cum that mixed with the slick and the pre, all sticky and sweet and everywhere. 

the pulsing of your quivering walls too much for him to handle, pace slowly sputtering as he placed a hand on the bulge his dick imprinted on your tummy, a whole new world flashing before your barely recovered eyes. 

molding your supple walls to the shape of him, to only fit him, to only need him, sputtered thrusts milked white ribbons out of him, coating your insides with his name. 

the moans that slipped past his lips pushed past the blood clouding your eardrums, the prettiest and filthiest song he had ever written all for you. 

you, you, you. 

you were the best little sister a boy could ask for, taking him so well, letting him help you with a problem you just couldn’t seem to solve. 

out of breath, he rested his forehead on yours, a satisfied chuckle bubbled in his throat. 

fucking. finally, sis. such a good girl. 

“i-” you swallowed hard, mouth dry and nose runny. “i wan’ feel that again, sammy,”. 

“yeah?” he scoffed, still unable to even grasp what just happened. 

“anything for you, sis,”. 

there was no going back, no forgetting and moving on, not with his flushed face diving between your legs to drink up the little-sister mess, mixed with his seed. 

a sinner’s cider, served to him between plushy thighs, the forbidden apple that eve once spoke of, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. 

you were his for good, virginity in his clutches, a trophy he would keep locked away with the filthiest desires that clouded his dreams. 

he knew he was downright ruined, twitching hard again at the mewls of overstimulation spilling from your wobbling lips. 

the forbidden fruit was always the sweetest, and he knew he would have it for as long as he wanted.

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hello hello! the sheer brainrot i've had about stepbro sam is insane, so i hope you enjoyed! see you soon! mwuah!

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[snepfeathers]

If it's not too late, trick or treat!

(If you want costume suggestions, Melody from SLARPG or Noelle from Deltarune is my pick!)

you have received.... a treat!

happy halloween!

[melliemell]

Fyodor Masterlist

Late-night distractions - SFW ft. intense chair makeout

Christmas Date HC - SFW, ice skating

BSD ft. How they'd go about moving in with their S/O - Headcanons

Reader isekai'd - SFW

Fyodor spoiling his lover HC- SFW

First time - NSFW, gentle!fyodor

Pocky Game HC - suggestive, he's very irresistible can't help it

Domming him - NSFW

[navybrat817]

I'm curious, nonnie, is your dad available?

Maybe I can be your new stepmom.

You know, since I'm so old.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

I love Narnia and am looking excitedly at your AU! Fawn Sun is very cute and looks like he need a hug.

Do you have any details about Narnia reader that you are willing to share? Is reader a child like in the books or an adult? *holds out hands for crumbs*

Hello and thank you for the ask! Yes, Faun Sun very much does need a hug (and is not at all opposed to one when offered)...

As for the MC of this story, here's some background information on them:

You are an adult who inherits the manor that holds the wardrobe from a mysterious benefactor you've never met after a quick move due to a much-needed job offer at a robotics company. Seeing as the wardrobe is the only bit of furniture that is left behind in the giant, otherwise vacant house, you decide to investigate (if only to see how much it'll sell for)...only to tumble out from the other side into a world that is very much not your own.

You meet Sun first at the site of the lamppost, and he invites you over to his little cave, where you have a splendid time (and try to figure out how you managed to hallucinate something so vivid) before Sun suddenly breaks down and tells you about his forced role of luring the lost human souls that wander into Narnia and bringing them to the Rabbit. He apologizes to you and explains how he is compelled by forces out of his volition (the Rabbit tampers with magic...), and helps you return home.

A week passes (the rough equivalent of 3 weeks to a month in Narnia), and you find yourself returning to Narnia and meeting up with Sun again. And again. And again.

However, your arrival soon leads to an encounter with someone else, who Sun had vaguely mentioned with no small amount of caution. A spectre, similar to your friend in visage, with the exception of his wolfish characteristics, slowly introduces himself to you as Moon. He beckons you to follow him to a place he calls his Stone Garden, and you politely refuse, offering to get to know him a little better instead.

And so begins the game of back and forth between Sun and Moon, with Sun trying to keep his brother away and Moon trying to persuade you to follow him, and you none the wiser.

[allykatsart]

I dont know If you want to answer that , because ... Spoilers for further Comics/animatics but ...

What Kind of Relationships have you planned for Peccantum? Like , will there be (close) friendship, rivlary, dislike or even some kind of romantic feels with the Hotel residents ?

Greetings from Europe !

Who is Peccantum?

Hello Europe! LMAO

I don't mind at all! Peccantum's story told pretty hap-hazardly lol. I'm releasing comics in no particular order! Each comic should be stand alone, but connect together to tell a bigger story.

(and it'll all be in chronological order in the Masterpost in the end anyways)

Pentious would probably be the closest relationship he has throughout the first season. Peccantum and Pentious are both incredibly smart, but awkward when it comes to people. They'd probably have a little bit of a rivalry at first, but quickly get over it cause "Oh my god, it's finally someone who can keep up with me on this!"

Peccantum may even have caught feelings for Pentious at one point. But even if he did? Peccantum would never act on it, especially after episode 6. Just look at him here....

Pentious is obviously pursuing Cherri and Peccantum's heart fucking sinks. It takes awhile for him to be able to trust anyone, much less want to hold hands or be close to someone. So... he says nothing about it. He's just gotta push those feelings down and get over it.

He and Cherri may have a talk later about Pentious after the season finale. Both are left with unresolved feelings and it may help them become friends...

As for the others, I do have a few points, but I'll keep it brief.

Angel

Peccantum and Angel start off with Angel being hypersexual and Peccantum very much being flustered. Over time, Peccantum gets more immune to Angel's comments as Angel stops putting on a performance at the hotel. And when dirty jokes do come up, Peccantum is the "Why are you like this -_-" straight man to Angel's routine lol

Husk

Peccantum has a lot of respect for Husk, and a bit of jealousy. Husk was an overlord at one point and that gave him a lot of power. I think they're gonna have to have an argument before they can clear the air and start looking out for each other. They're both stuck with Alastor, after all, and neither wants the other to get hurt.

Niffty

Peccantum's wild experiments with Pentious usually leave a mess, which Niffty.... Doesn't seem to mind? Until she has to clean them up, in which case she gets manically obsessed with them. Peccantum appreciates it but is still kinda cautious around her. That is, until she kills Adam and he decides she's not so bad.

Charlie

Peccantum expected the princess of hell to be just as scummy as her people, or to at least have some sort of hubris. But nope, she's just.... Nice? A good person? A better person than him, certainly. He does get annoyed when she pities him, or tries to treat him like he's a guest in the hotel, but he doesn't hate her. He quite likes her, actually.

[mushpuppies]

We like the same things, and I like your style!

syd/puppy | 22 | he/him | commissions: open

(my url was formerly cringeclown!)

hello hello, welcome to the art blog of @pbjpuppy!! i'm a friendly furry artist who loves to draw plushies and think about his ocs. please feel free to stay and browse, and send an ask if you feel like chatting!

my FAQ and commission information can be found under the cut! If you're interested, feel free to send an inquiry in my DMs, or just ask a clarifying question or two - i'm always happy to hear from you!

have a lovely day! ♡

FAQ:

What do you use to draw?

I use a Wacom tablet and FireAlpaca for the majority of my work! Sometimes I draw in MS Paint, and occasionally I post 3D work created in Blender.

2. Are your commissions open?

Different commission types have different openings, but I am nearly always open for custom design commissions! Please feel free to ask if you're unsure!

3. Can I draw your characters/create work inspired by you?

I would be honored, please do - as long as you show me what you made! No need to ask before drawing most fanart, unless you would find it more comfortable to do so. However, if you specifically plan on making mature or adult work with my characters (erotic, gore, etc.) please reach out and ask first!

4. I own a custom design from you! Can I change it/trade it/sell it/etc.?

Absolutely! If you commissioned a design from me, it's yours to keep and do whatever you'd like with. In fact, I love seeing people put their own spins on my designs, so please feel encouraged to show off what you do with it! 5. Can I use your work as an icon for Discord/Twitter/Tumblr/etc?

Depends! If the piece is something you commissioned, or is a piece of fanart, please feel free! However, please don't use drawings of my own or other's personal OCs as icons. Thank you!

[jomadis]

I HAVE MORE STICKERS FOR YOU ALL

After MONTHS of my printer throwing a tantrum, I finally somehow got it working again, and now I have more stickers for you all!!!!!! I also took updated pictures to try and organize my shop better, and I think the bicolor backgrounds are cute!!!

We've got four new faces this time around: cae-SILLY-an, tiny Blossomfall Briarlight and Bumblestripe, tiny Lightleap Pouncestep and Shadowsight, and tiny Mothwing Hawkfrost and Tadpole stickers!!! I think they all turned out super cute-- come check them out!!!! And even if it's not your thing, I appreciate ya reading this far! My shop mainly has Warrior Cats, random animal/zoology, and Wings of Fire stickers, but I'd like to expand more! Either way, thanks for stopping by!!!! <33

Psst as a bonus some orders will recieve tiny black footed cat stickers as freebies! (As long as supplies last lmao)

[meekmedea]

Imagine if snakified Clemensia became vengeful and broke Reaper out of the zoo to help her kill Gaul for the snake tank stunt...

AHH this is very interesting to think about, it's been on my mind since I first saw it.

Was at work earlier and didn't get the chance to type this out till now 😅

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Assumption - instead of finding Coriolanus after the Arena collapses, she runs past his room and makes it out of the hospital. Thus Clemensia gets home and shocks her parents with her new appearance. Her parents took one look and just knew - that’s not the flu (or whatever lie the hospital fed them). 

Borrowing the book's timeline where there's quite some days between the snake bite and her reappearance. Also taking the part from the book where Clemensia thinks those in the hospital were gonna kill her, I feel like her parents take this fairly seriously. 

Endymion and Aelia are angry after hearing everything. And of the two, it’s Endymion you have to watch out for. That’s his little girl. If he did not care about the social impact it’d leave on his family, he’d have committed a murder in broad daylight. Instead, he acts shocked and outraged when the hospital informs him that his daughter is missing. 

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Meanwhile Clemmie has been hidden away to her grandmother’s side of the family. Her parents can fake finding her later and use it to insist that given the hospital’s track record, they don’t trust their daughter to be in their care.

She wants Gaul dead just as much as her father. But she’s going about a different route. So with great persuasion, one night, one of her cousins sneaks her into the zoo to meet Reaper to offer him freedom, on the condition that he helps her kill Gaul. It’s a bit more selfish. If Reaper is caught trying to kill Gaul, then it’s just “he’s District, what did you expect?”

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Reaper’s not an idiot - such a condition is too good to be true. Plus the two are still on meh terms (they don’t really have a relationship of any sort to begin with). But he is sympathetic/horrified after learning what caused her appearance. 

This begins a series of visits late at night (she’s a bit vain about her appearance) where they attempt to bargain over his freedom for __. And sort of know each other a bit better as a bonus.

To the public’s knowledge, Clemmie is still ‘missing’ while her father is sowing seeds of distrust regarding Gaul and the whole mentor program. First Arachne dies. His daughter is then involved in some ‘sudden’ illness and missing. Then more mentors die / are injured in an explosion. Like wow, maybe these games are more trouble than it's worth. Gaul can’t even manage the tributes. Much less the mentors.

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Reaper: What about the rest of the tributes? We can’t just leave them to their fates.  Clemmie: I can't free them all! I’m just one person! 

They bargain down to include Dill in this. She’s been slowly getting a bit better, courtesy of Clemmie’s medication / food she’s been bringing every night. 

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A plan is figured out - Cleopatra’s side of the family has connections -  they learn that there’s no cameras inside the ‘newly constructed’ arena and there are exits/people to bribe so they can sneak Reaper and Dill out at night. It also involves faking a death or two.

Originally Clemmie wasn’t going to come the night before the games mainly because this would be when her parents ‘find’ her after she’s been missing for so long. She has a change of heart and sneaks in to visit Reaper once everyone is gone. 

Although the book timeline would have her appear on the first day of the games, Clemmie doesn’t in this AU. She’s persuaded that a longer disappearance could work in her favour. 

It does. She’s been missing for nearly a week now, people are bound to talk. People do ask Coriolanus what happened that caused her to be in the hospital in the first place, and his vague non-answer aren’t looking great for him. 

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That night, the plan is to get Dill and Reaper out. 

Dill makes it out. But Clemmie ends up stuck in the arena with Reaper when the plan is complicated by Sejanus and Coriolanus in the arena. The important thing here is that none of them cross paths. 

Also teenagers are not best known for their rationality. Especially not ones who’d recently undergone some sort of human experimentation. They end up seeing Bobbin attack Coriolanus. Presumably dead post-attack. 

Reaper, upon finding out Bobbin's still alive: We gotta get him out too! Clemmie: Fine! 

The hideout is now a bit more crowded than originally expected

Don’t question Capitol medicine, but Bobbin is awake in the morning (maybe not walking around) but grouchy. Also uber wary of all this, can you blame him? He did nearly get beaten to death by Coriolanus. 

He gets the bed. As does Dill in the spare room. 

That night Reaper and Clemmie rock-paper-scissors for the couch. He wins, but they end up sharing anyway.

Okay, this got a lot longer than I expected, I'm gonna reblog part 2

[joffyworld]

BOO DOCTOR WHO!!!!!

Did....

Did you just drive-by hate crime me for being British??? 😭

[ohno-pleasure]

14 & 22!

My go-to is a bra shot like this one

If there was more of my body I could take nice pictures of, I totally would lmao.

22. God I wish I could remember 😭💔 I've only had like two sex dreams and I remember neither of them lmao

[mollywog]

Trick or treat!

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Hello Nonny! Welcome in! Have some candy

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And as a treat…

A quick alternate POV to Rommate!

He pulls the last tray of rolls out of the oven before checking the clock: 5am. Peeta’s no stranger to early morning baking, all those years growing up in the bakery, but not like this. He’s been up for nearly twenty four hours at this point and stress baking for the last eight.

He turns off the oven and slumps against the counter, wondering how he’d gotten here.

The week started out well enough. Great actually. He’d woken up on the couch Sunday morning to a face full of hair. Somewhere in the middle of their movie marathon he’d fallen asleep and so had his roommate who was snoring softly sprawled across his chest. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He used to wake her or carry her to her room, but then one night she’d protested the move, burrowing deeper into his shirt and it had felt so impossibly good to be wanted by her, if only as a pillow, that he’d given in and fallen asleep too. It hadn’t been awkward the next day, so he’d stopped attempting to move her at all after that.

He’d been enamored with Katniss Everdeen since he was a kid, but it hadn’t been until just this past year that they’d ever really spoken. A job opportunity had brought him back to Panem and his friend, Johanna, who had just bought a house, had said her old roommate was desperate for a new one. He’d been surprised to discover Katniss was said roommate, even more surprised to find she had no objections to the arrangement. And just like that, he was a boy again with a massive crush on Katniss Everdeen. At least this time they were actually speaking.

He’d been seeing someone before the move, but in the end the long distance relationship hadn’t lasted a month and he wasn’t all that disappointed.

Since then, he’d been biding his time. He thought he knew Katniss well enough to anticipate her reaction to a declaration; Any sudden movement could spook her. So he’d determined to play the long game. They already lived together, spend most of their spare time together, even slept together most nights, though strictly in the literal sense of the word: there was no reason to pressure or rush her… he only hoped it didn't take five, ten, or fifteen years.

So on Sunday morning when he’d shifted his weight to look down at her face, free of it’s usual scowl, and she’d clutched his shirt possessively, whispering his name, he thought maybe, just maybe, it might be more than the lazy utterance of a sleep addled mind.

But the mood seemed to sour as the week progressed. He wondered if Finnick had said something to her like he’d been threatening, because when they got back from trivia on Tuesday Katniss had gone straight to her room and had been cagey ever since. He decided against asking directly, instead pretending all was fine while he considered how to best dispose of Finnick’s body after he murdered the traitor.

But his own concerns fell to the wayside yesterday when she’d called off work; she never did that.

He’d been so eager to discuss his idea for Katniss’s birthday when he and Prim had made plans to meet earlier in the week, but as they discussed Mockingjay Pines’ cabin registration, all he could think of was getting back to check on Katniss - sick and alone.

He beelined home after a brief stop at the store for sick day essentials, only to return to an empty apartment…

Maybe she ran out to get supplies on her own? He started preparing dinner for two.

An hour later the chicken noodle soup was ready, but still no Katniss. He was beginning to worry. How sick had she been? Maybe she went to urgent care?

No. She would have let him know if she was that ill.

Maybe she ended up feeling better and had met up with their friends? But when Johanna texted to heckle him to come out, she had ordered him to drag Katniss along too…

If it was any other week he’d just text and ask what she was up to, but her silence and absence felt intentional. Time dragged until he couldn’t stand another second and he fired off a text: Roommates can ask when to expect the other home, right?

He immediately regretted it.

He couldn’t help but reread the message back in his mother’s tone, laced with passive aggression and guilt.

Worse still was her one-word response and the purple crescent moon alerting him that ‘Katniss has notifications silenced’

She wasn’t at the hospital, or with their friends, or with Prim… it must be a date. A date that apparently was going well if she wouldn’t be home tonight. He racked his brain for who it might be. Maybe her childhood friend who always had a hard on for her was in town, or maybe the red haired bouncer who was constantly flirting, or worse still; someone new she’d never mentioned and he’d never seen coming.

Suddenly his silent pining strategy felt pathetic. He should have let her know how he feels. Surely the rejection would be better than things left unsaid. But now it was too late.

He didn’t know what to do so he decided to do what he did know and because he was thinking of Katniss, he baked all her favorites: cheese buns, apple tarts, breakfast rolls with orange glaze.

It keeps his hand occupied, though nothing can keep his mind from racing. But now at 5 am he’s run out of ingredients and energy, so he drags himself to bed. His head has just hit the pillow when he hears the key in the lock. Her tread is silent but he can imagine her trek through the apartment to her room across the hall, but the familiar creak of the door is his, not hers. He turns to find her standing in the doorway and when he lifts the covers in invitation, there is no hesitation: She crawls into bed beside him. She tucks herself into his chest and his arms wrap around her instinctively as he realizes she’s still in yesterday’s pajamas. So maybe she hadn’t been out on a date after all. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

He breathes a sigh of relief, but just as the world seems to be righting itself again, Katniss throws him for one final loop when she mumbles into his neck, “I’m so glad you didn’t sleep with my sister.”

On Ao3

[snepfeathers]

Trick or treat! It's a cute pumpkin coloured saberwolf! Hope you have an amazing Halloween!!

you have received.... a treat!

pumpkin colored indeed! perfect for halloween - have a good one!

[melliemell]

Would Fyodor ever have qualms against a chubby reader? Thoughts? 😪😪

gosh i adore how literary every ask i have in here is fyodor related ❤️❤️❤️ one braincell gang eyyyy

Btw i've been pondering about fyodor's potential type/lover preferences as a whole and honestly I find @literatureloverx's take really interesting, so I def suggest you all give her a visit! she's insane when it comes to analysis things I'm not even joking, bless her т-т. Our opinions differ on some things but I am guilty of liking my men beneath me soo (sorry fyodor, can't run from that)

As to fyodor's preferences, I definitely see him more on the vain side. He's more of an appreciator of beauty and would not shy away from that fact. Perfections and all are kinda his past-time obsession (and full time)

But

There's the thing, i can never see canon fyodor going for any romantic options whatsoever. Not in the real sense at least. But he definitely strikes me as the type of person who'd find a way to exploit that part of human relations if it's going to be useful to him in some way. Unlikely to happen, but not beyond him.

So long as you're deemed useful, that would be the main reason for you being still alive. Or with him.

But it's still obvious as day that he's not a shallow person at the heart of it. He's a thinker, a bit too much for his own good (and humanity, he done fucked up there). If he does somehow miraculously find his heart somewhere under all those protective layers he flaunts about in, it's not gonna be thanks to looks, babes. His interest in dazai is proof enough of that.

He needs a mind beside him.

So i think that and one other detail to be the deciding factors.

Mind is all nice and good but the need to be in control of things is hard to deal with, so being vulnerable is gonna be a pain in the ass for both him and a potential partner. The only way I see this happening is if he actually has a partner he could trust. That doesn't happen with just brains.

Compassion and a kind heart at their core would definitely tip the scales. Good people don't want to manipulate others so fyodor'd be safe around such a person and not worry about where their loyalties lay. It will definitely be a hard battle to win but it'd be so worth it.

Gosh, he's such an interesting character even if he fucks up everything in the manga now. I adore him to bits