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brynnterpretations · 4 months ago
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okay, i saw your previous ship request and i'm not used to this type of stuff but i have a massive 'the boys' brainrot so: why not? let's do this! 'the boys' ship ask!
i'm a bisexual girl (what an introduction) from eastern europe (yeah, these beautiful countries with delightful swear words like: suka, kurwa and pizda). i like belles-lettres, fashion, history, a little bit of sociology, art, museums, a little bit of everything if i'm being honest.
i'm kind of jack of all trades but master of none. i have a opinion on every topic and i like to research a lot but i'm not interested in doing anything with the universal knowledge i have. yes, i may know a lot about many topics but i will never pursue a bachelor's degree in any of it. that's why i like to write stories, essays etc. because i can speak my mind freely. one day i can talk to someone about alexander the great and then at midnight i will text you top 10 facts you didn't know about kangaroos.
i also like drama, but i don't like being in the middle of it. i will enjoy when things are getting more and more complicated as long as i'm not included in it. sometimes during in-group arguments i can act as the devil's advocate for certain person but it doesn't mean i entirely agree with them - i just want to prove that not everything is black and white.
i'm in the conflict between my head and my heart, because i make all my decisions by using brains and then wonder if i haven't left someone behind. with my closest friends and family i don't have this problem but with more casual friends i always felt some type of guilt after i did something. the same case is with my humor because i will most likely jokingly bully you if you are the person i care about, but some people take it too seriously and feel offended by it😬 (fortunately, i have a cousin who shares the same absurd and sarcastic type of humor.)
and even though i'm a extrovert i prefer small groups in which i know i can feel comfortable. it's because i deal with a lot of stress in my life and sometimes i feel overhelmed by my intrusive thoughts (mm, i know you will get me). tbh i love those friendships in which you can both be weird but also have a deep conversations. besides all the things i said i'm also more future oriented so i don't hold grudges for long. i also love telling people random stories and love when they answer to me with their own silly stories.
i gues that's it. have a nice day! i hope you're doing well!! :DD
Thank you so much for the request, you seem like such a sweetheart! I hope you like it. ☻
I ship you with...
Frenchie ♡
Boyfriend
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You and Frenchie have what is basically the opposite of a meet-cute. On a drug-fueled suspicion that the cashier at Fumo, a NYC pizza chain, is the supe that The Boys have heard is around the area, Frenchie gets kicked out of the establishment.
But you — bless you — notice the commotion and, both intrigued and concerned (because how TF do you get kicked out of Fumo?), went out to the parking lot. After a brief conversation with him, littered with curses in both French and English, you eventually are able to calm him down a bit, and get him the pizza he was going to take back to the coup.
Frenchie's quite charmed by you — you're a good conversationalist, and the boys really needed that pizza — and you two exchange names, but neither of you expect to see each other again. However, you end up running into each other in the city a lot, particularly at the local Jitter Bean or the scattered NYC pizza places not including Fumo.
You start out as casual friends, often sharing a smoke together (or coffee if you don't smoke) outside and chatting. Frenchie loves art, sociology, and other cultural topics, so you two have very long conversations about any and all of the above. And, similarly to you, Frenchie is very much interested in these without the distractions of pseudo-intellectual academia slop and jargon, so you two hold very interesting conversations.
Probably a month or two after this takes place, he would start developing a lot of interest in you romantically. You're funny, smart, beautiful, and you two definitely share the same sense of humor. He'd start inviting you to simple dates, like watching documentaries in his apartment or getting pizza and cheap wine from a late-night shop.
From the get-go, he wouldn't hide his involvement in dangerous work from you. Honesty and transparency is extremely important to Frenchie, and he believes that, if you two are to pursue a relationship, you should know the shit he's in.
And, you do! It's not the typical roses-and-candles affair, but it's extremely sweet, and it's extremely Frenchie; after a couple months of going out, he flat-out asks if you'd like to be together. When you say yes... queue the biggest, sweetest kiss + embrace ever.
You two have a lot of late-night conversations about philosophical topics, like life, death, forgiveness, and religion. As mentioned, Frenchie is endlessly drawn to your intellect and curiosity, and will gladly sacrifice sleep to be able to hear your input.
Frenchie loves you reading to him, and while he's not the biggest reader (he's more of an art/audio guy), he'll take on even the most difficult books if he knows you like them.
Because of your shared spontaneous nature, expect a lot of fun, random dates, like impromptu museum getaways, thrift shop ventures, and long drives. Frenchie loves showing you his favorite spots in the city, especially at the city limits.
You two are the creative duo, and your relationship will reflect that, with you two often cooking and crafting (he'll make you a cute, raggedy locket to wear) together.
As evident by his friendship with Kimiko, Frenchie is a big pet-name guy, and will call you petit feu (little fire), ma moitié (my other half), and mon rêve (my dream).
Frenchie 100% understands the conflict between head and heart — it's one of his biggest challenges in life — and will always be an ear for you to talk at when it concerns making decisions, figuring out what to do next, etc. While not as much of a small-group person as you, he respects it (Kimiko's the same way), and will go out of his way to make sure wherever you hang out is comfortable.
Early on, Frenchie will introduce you to the coup, which brings us to...
The Boys ☻
Friends
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You and M.M. are the most well-knit in the group. M.M.'s a very, very well-read guy, which is why you start talking; English was his favorite subject in school, and you two both share a certain love of belles-lettres and other literature. After he spots your favorite book in your bag and starts a conversation about it, you two become peas in a pod.
Additionally, you two have a lot in common mentally and emotionally, and you are essentially rocks for each other. You both struggle with balancing rationality and empathy, battling intrusive thoughts, etc., and would always be there for each other. M.M. and you exchange numbers pretty early on, and you can expect a lot of sweet, dad texts from him (you will be blessed with that anxiety-breathing-triangle GIF at least once a week).
Also, don't be fooled by his serious exterior — M.M. is a funny guy, and your senses of humor match up perfectly.
While you and Annie got off to a bit of a rocky start (she can have some difficulty with sarcasm and thought you did not like her ass), you two become extremely close. While you may see her mentally buffer when you make an off-key joke, she'll get it in a few seconds and genuinely laugh. She also isn't extremely familiar with a lot of your interests but loves learning new things, especially since she didn't have the opportunity to go to college and really immerse herself in sociology and the arts, so she loves taking book recommendations from you.
Hughie would be the same, though he'd take better to your humor — the guy's first introduction to the boys was Butcher, so he had to get used to it pretty quickly. He really, really likes you and Frenchie together, and thinks you're a sweetheart.
On the topic of Butcher, you and Butcher wouldn't really mesh at first, but you wouldn't not mesh, either. Butcher isn't the most intellectual guy, so a lot of your fun facts and conversational topics would fly over his head, but once you hang around the boys more, your sense of humor would click with his. Additionally, even if he wouldn't show it often (he's not that type of guy), he appreciates your future-oriented mindset as he tends to be a right-here-right-now person.
And, lastly, Kimiko: Kimiko loves you. Similarly to Annie, it took a bit for her to warm up to you, mainly because she's pretty averse to change and also very shy. However, as you found ways to communicate with her, she'd become enthralled with you. In the Shining Light Liberation Army, Kimiko didn't get any exposure to anything else but the Shining Light Liberation Army, so she is obsessed with your input on the arts and history, and loves to hang out with you. She'd definitely invite you to hang out a lot, particularly at museums and parks.
Honestly, I could see Kimiko forming quite the crush on you, but she'd never interfere with you and Frenchie.
So, girl: you've got a lot of good friends on your side.
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ghostyclay · 5 months ago
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[Day 30]: TANUKI JOEL TANUKI JOEL TANUKI JOEL-
(Whenever i export animations, procreate sometimes messes up the colors a bit? It looks fine on my ipad, but the animation is desaturated on my phone, so here's what it should look like:)
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Anyways, i thought it would be funny to draw Joel summoning Effo, inspired by Grian & Scar summoning mumbo during season 8. It turned out even sillier than i thought it would and i absolutely love it wkdhwjd
(explanation of the animation + sketch of the tail below!)
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Also wanted to show off the sketch since it shows off the movement a lot better! I did end up changing a LOT (and even ended up adding some frames where i did lineart w/o a sketch inbetween... Oop-) but u can still kind of see the drag and offset?
So basically: since the tail isn't a stiff object like... A table or sth, it has multiple 'joints' (<-don't remember the proper term for it). Now, if u animated the tail just moving back and forth it would look v v stiff and wierd, since irl the tip of the tail would be "dragged along" with the bottom (<-aka the ACTUAL joint that the movement originates from). To create a more organic and realistic movement, you need to slightly delay the other parts of the tail. I usually use those lil circles to sketch this out at first, since its a lot easier to do without having to worry about shape and perspective and such.
(in theory i know wayyy too much about animation, but in practice im still struggling to do it bc i don't have much experience animating ekfhakdj- i do know the theory p well, which is why im hoping his lil explanation might help someone! Let me know if u guys want me to include some art theory lessons more often :D)
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pseudonymphomania · 5 months ago
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH FOLKS! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
DID I GET YOUR ATTENTION?
To celebrate the occasion, LETS PLAY A GAME!
CLICK HERE TO GO TO MY REDDIT POST TO JOIN IN
You just know I have DiaLuci in the works but what are YOUR favourite canon x canon ships? I'd love to draw them ❤️🖤 Get your Rare Pairs here!
How:
Give me a Ship and a Situation in the Reddit thread. Don't worry if someone has already said it. I will reply to you with Art!
Additional fun: feel free to respond to someone else's prompt and CONTINUE IT.
EXAMPLE:
Person A: Solomon and Simeon cooking!
Me: *art*
Person B: and Solomon burns it!
Me: *art*
Person C: Simeon rubs burn cream on Solomons hand.
Me: *art*
Person D: Simeon kisses it better 😘
Me: *art*
SEE THE RESULTS OF YOUR COLLABORATION! JOIN THE FUN NOW!
I will stop taking requests at the end of June or if my hand dies. Whichever comes first. The results will be posted on my tumblr in due time. Reblogs are appreciated. :)
Please note: I will not be taking controversial requests. Thank you.
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dailyhogz · 7 months ago
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hi! i'm a huge fan of your work. since requests are open, have u considered drawing the head chogs wrapped up in towels like kitten purritos? i think it would be extremely cute, especially in your style!
i feel like silver would benefit from such a thing especially, considering he has anxiety and has probably never really gotten to know such comforts until recently haha. maybe shadow is biting the towel or glaring at the viewer with seething rage... but really it's all up to you! if you're not a fan of this concept then no worries, it's just something i like to picture when i'm having a bad day lol
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anyway thanks for your time, and keep up the great work! i hope you have a great day!
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day 66. ABSOLUTELY!!!! Hedgehog burritos!!!!
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crimsyoko · 7 months ago
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These are most of the screenshots I have
I saw your post lol
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This was technically supposed to be just a warmup but I liked the doodle I did for this one in particular a lot dncn- thank you for the screenshots !!
Close Ups Below !!
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chromadicc · 1 month ago
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Sending all my fav gifs🫶🫶
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙/𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕.
Dragonfruit and Redson stamps! (+1 Tang)
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Also one of the gifs were square when I tried using it and I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be or not so I just made it a square stamp! :D
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As always requests are still open!
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unpopularwriter25 · 5 months ago
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Study Break
Summary: In your cozy study corner, Hajime Umemiya constantly asks for kisses, making it impossible to focus.
Warnings: None.
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The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the room. The soft rustling of papers and the occasional scratching of pens were the only sounds filling the small, cozy space you and Hajime Umemiya had designated as your study corner. The room was filled with stacks of books, some open and some closed, scattered around a large wooden table that you both were trying to share. The window was slightly ajar, letting in a gentle breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers from the garden outside.
You were deeply engrossed in your textbook, trying to make sense of a particularly difficult math problem, when you felt a familiar presence leaning closer to you. You glanced up to see Hajime, his striking blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Can I have a kiss?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.
You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Hajime, I just gave you one a minute ago,” you replied, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as you saw his pout forming.
He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, looking every bit like a sulking child. “But that was so long ago…” he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.
You sighed, knowing you were fighting a losing battle. You gave him a quick peck on the lips, hoping it would satisfy him for a while. But as soon as you pulled away, he was already leaning in again.
“Another one?” he asked, his voice a low whisper now, sending shivers down your spine.
“Hajime, we have to study,” you said, trying to focus back on your books. But his persistence was wearing you down.
Minutes passed, and Hajime’s requests for kisses didn’t cease. Each time you tried to concentrate, he would lean in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, distracting you completely.
Finally, with a resigned sigh, you closed your book and turned to face him fully. “Alright, you win,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips.
Hajime’s eyes lit up as you climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could feel his heartbeat quicken as you leaned in, your lips capturing his in a heated kiss. All thoughts of studying were forgotten as you lost yourself in the moment, the world around you fading away.
The kiss was deep and passionate, a mix of longing and love that had been building up with each of his playful requests. Hajime’s hands roamed up and down your back, pulling you even closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his heart pounding in time with your own.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a satisfied smile on Hajime’s lips. “I guess studying can wait,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours.
You chuckled softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, I guess it can,” you agreed, your heart swelling with love for the boy who made even the most mundane activities feel special.
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francarieq · 1 month ago
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Could you draw Helen as a cowgirl?
@cowboy-iliad-au
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i gotchu—Helen of Troy (Helen of Sparta) +cowgril!1!1!
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abimee · 10 months ago
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can you draw seavil for the ship requests please? regular DR or human au, its up to you 😀
I MISS THEM. ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️
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out there to this day with a freezer full of girl-scout cookies
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brynnterpretations · 3 months ago
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I hope you feel better soon! 💙 Thank you for all that you do for the fandom! I especially love your headcanons!
Would it be alright to request a The Boys ship? I'm a bi girl with blue hair, blue eyes, freckles, and im covered in tattoos. I love reading and writing (like so much lol), I bake, swim and listen to all genres of music (and sing along horribly!). I'm in school studying to be an English teacher and I'd love to be a writer on the side. I'm really shy and quiet, I try to be as kind as possible, though I come off sarcastic/use sarcasm as flirting. I try to be as optimistic as possible too. I adore horror movies and carry at least two books with me wherever I go. I could go on forever about my favorites. The beach is my happy place and I hope to move closer to the ocean after I graduate! My favorite colors are blue and yellow and green. I love studying languages and am trying to learn as many as possible (I speak three and im studying two more). I live for poetry tho I am awful as writing it. I'm a Ravenclaw and my intelligence is really important to me :) I love learning so much, I have such a great passion for it!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 💙 Again I hope you feel better soon!!!
Blue heart anon! I totally forgot to mention I would like to be shipped with a guy from The Boys. My apologies! So sorry about that! 💙
Thank you so, so much for the kind words and well wishes! This brought a smile to my face, and you seem like an absolute sweetheart. Also... we have a lot in common, so DM me if you'd ever want to be mutuals (hope that's not weird). I hope you like this and thank you for the request!
I ship you with...
Frenchie ♡
Boyfriend
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You and Frenchie meet in line at the Jitter Bean near the hideout. He strikes a conversation with you because you seem interesting — the guy loves tattoos, both for the artistry and what people usually do to get them, and when he spots a book in your bag, he gets pretty curious.
After you both order your coffee and head over to the pick-up counter (bro's not going to slow down the line), he starts a conversation with you, asking you about the meaning of one of your tattoos.
Through that, you two have a pretty good conversation, where he's able to glean what books you like and dislike. From that, he very smoothly asks if you'd like to go out to a nearby secondhand bookstore around the corner once the weekend swings by.
After that, he gets your number — he typically has a policy of "ask for date first, then number" — and then takes you on a date to the secondhand bookstore. Through that, you learn about each other's tastes, and he falls even harder, especially because of your taste in poetry. He's mostly a Neruda, Mistral, and Huidobro guy, and whether you share the same tastes, he'll love getting to know your style.
He'll sneak-buy you a book (as well as paying for anything you choose, because he's a gentleman), and throughout the talking stage and dates, would surprise you with books you like or have mentioned getting.
Frenchie likes horror, but is pretty limited in his tastes; mostly, he likes the old-school stuff (he's a huge fan of Alfred Hitchcock's more suspenseful work, even if it's not up to today's horror standards) so he gets a far more expansive
While the dude would be shell-shocked at first, because even if he's seen his fair share of violence IRL, seeing it on the screen would be a lot (like, people do this for fun?)... he'd start to really, really love it, especially because you're able to explain what makes you passionate about it and any plot points/motifs/etc. he missed.
But... he'd grow to love it. He'd definitely become one of those people who shout "you're an idiot, don't go in there/do that!" in any films you watch (in a French accent, of course).
Absolutely adores your sense of humor, especially because it allows him to banter, and the guy loves banter.
After six or more dates, he'd ask you to be official upfront, likely over a meal cooked by him and a well-worded talk about how much he values you, your kindness, and your intelligence in his life. And, when you say yes?
Expect queen treatment.
He's a very physical person, so he'll always have an arm around you or a hand in yours, as long as you're comfortable with it.
Loves, loves, loves your freckles, calling them "petites constellations" and kissing them, no matter how cheesy it is.
Loves picking up things for you that remind him of you, whether big or small, particularly seashells that they sell at those hippie nature stores (he goes to them to stock up on incense) and, as mentioned, books.
I'll be honest: Frenchie is actually really, really scared of the ocean (I mentioned this in another ship, but it's because the expansiveness freaks him out), but he'd try his best to get over it — or at least reduce it — for you. On special occasions, he'd take you to the NYC beaches, and while... a bit awkward... he'd put on ocean documentaries and the like since you're a very intellectual person.
Is insanely into you learning other languages, and would love to sit by your side when you learn them. Also would 100% encourage you to learn French, even if you only learned a couple phrases.
And, on that note: does not care if you sing songs "badly", the guy thinks it's the cutest, most beautiful thing ever. If there are any
Frenchie doesn't have any tattoos due to not really having the time to get them, and would very curiously ask you about yours. He loves how they look, and based on your advice on the best tattoo shops, would get one as long as you were by his side.
Also mentioned in a lot of ships and also his dating HCs is his complete openness about The Boys. He'd introduce you to them once you became official and bring you around as much as he could, as long as it didn't put you in any danger.
That brings us to...
The Boys ☻
Friends
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Kimiko loves you (and I was really, really close to shipping y'all until I got the second message). She thinks you are the sweetest person, and, like Frenchie, digs that you know multiple other languages.
She's not that judgmental of a person, IMO, and would teach you as many signs as she could, and wordlessly, kindly adjust anything you did wrong.
Kimiko doesn't have much interest in horror movies, mainly because she's seen enough of it herself, but really, really loves novels, and horror novels in particular. She'd seek out a lot of recommendations in you and recommend you some herself; she's a big fan of Stephen King, particularly Pet Sematary.
And, unlike Frenchie? The woman loves the ocean, and would 100% go there with you as much as she could to have picnics with you.
Butcher loves you (platonically), particularly because of your sense of humor. He really enjoys people who are sarcastic and hardworking — it's how he and M.M. bonded in the first place, even though they have disagreements now that both have started pretty different lives — and loves to banter with you.
And, like Kimiko, will seek recommendations from you (except for movies, not books)... and, when you give them to him, he will turn them off, and wonder what on Earth is going on in your brain.
While the man faces a lot of horrors IRL, they are real, and not... that... so he'd definitely be confused, but would have a lot of respect for you, because... what the fuck. Not a lot of people can make him think that, at least in a "they're a good person, but what did I just get myself into" way, opposed to "they're a bad person, and what did I just get myself into". Butcher likes that. When you're dealing with Homelander, that is refreshing.
He wouldn't ask you to hang out outside when you visit The Boys, but if you ever stayed over while Frenchie was working on a recipe, he'd go out of his way to talk to you.
Annie struggles a lot with writing — she's well-spoken, but not well-worded, if that makes sense — so she'd start talking to you more intentionally once she became in charge of the Starlight Foundation. Of course, she would introduce herself to you upfront, but she's a busy woman, and wouldn't have a lot of time to talk to you one-on-one.
Through that, you two would become close. Both platonically and romantically (purely platonic for you), she has a thing for artsy types, and would think you're the most genuine, sweet person ever. Like Kimiko, she'd make a constant effort to hang out with you, mostly at coffee shops or, during late nights, at the Starlight Foundation, where she'd order takeout on her just to talk.
She really clicks with her sense of humor, particularly because she can sense the vibe of you being a sweet personat heart, and would also be another to banter with you.
(And, on one night where she had a bit too much to drink, even as a Midwesterner, would confide in you her fears about going to college and seek advice. She'd apologize to you the day after, but feel proud that the woman confided something to you that she had't even confided in Hughie).
Hughie would have more free-time with you, and would like you a lot (especially with Annie talking you up, which she does 24/7 — that woman would die for you). Unlike the others, while Hughie would respect your interests, he's terrified of horror (he caught a glimpse of "Alien: Resurrection" when he was young and it really, really scared him, to the point he can't engage in horror-SciFi, or even horror in general) so he wouldn't engage... but he would love to hear your recommendations for books, and would essentially start a "The Boys Book Club" with you.
He's really, really not a reader, but he wants to be, and he'll take your advice like Jesus'.
M.M. would start out pretty reserved, but would open up to you a lot more the more you swung around, mainly because he needs familiarity before he really opens up, but would become a friend after a good month or two.
He wouldn't be as close of a friend as Kimiko or Annie, but he'd be a friend, for sure. He really, really loves your kind nature — it's a refreshing change of pace in "The Boys" Universe — and, as a huge reader, would love to hear your taste in books and any recommendations.
M.M. is also an extremely well-regarded and popular user on Goodreads, so if you have it, he would follow you, promote you, and constantly interact with your posts.
All in all: Frenchie loves you, and so do the rest of The Boys. Keep being you.
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spotaus · 1 month ago
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Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)
Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)
Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?
#new age au#really enjoying the idea of Reaper + Geno having an heir at some point (and them sending that heir over to Night's kingdom for#exposure to other places as well as to hang with his third cool knight dad who's hard at work 🙏)#Kane has little to no development besides being a perfect angel (foil to Reset's eventual turn to poor choices) so I'd love to do#to him what I do to every oc of mine. (Namely: Throw them into the Kingdom and see what they do.)#oh! and I could see Blue and Dream (beloved boys) listening to the warnings of possible complications if they try to have a lil babybones#and Dream deciding he'd take the risk and carry the growing soul#(<- though tbf this is MANY years into the future and they'd be well established knights of the realm)#i'm not evil so they *would* manage to avoid the twins curse and have a singular beautiful babybones#they'd get raised partially on the move but stay behind with Night and Error if the two had a more dangerous mission#and grow up to be an obnoxiously powerful warrior following after their dads#(but they'd probably be hesitant to follow into the footsteps of being a knight and might go on a quest with friends before choosing a#final path for themselves)#<- Most spoiled rotten kid ever. courtesy of Nightmare and Error and all their extended family <3#oh last note. Ancha has me cracking up w/ ideas for Cross potentially meeting someone and I was beamed w/ an old ship request post I saw and#I think it'd be funny to include Lust in here somehow... (probably call him smth else as a nickname but y'know-)#like. He works in the city around the castle as some sort of... idk tailor? and he's been making things for Nightmare for years without#knowing because Ccino always was discreet about the orders and providing measurements + always tipped well so it was none of his business#but one day it's like. before a big announcement ceremony or smth and Ccino drags Cross in by the scruff because no one can get him to get#clothes that actually fit aside from armor (hc he steals the others clothes a lot and wears 1 shirt until it's threadbare)#so Ccino makes him go to Lust and Lust is able to get him fitted for sone new outfits because. well. Lust doesn't do much but he's very very#handsome and Cross is super easily flustered and shy around new people and he's awkward and aughhh.#and then he thinks about the interaction for the next month before deciding he's going to ask Ccino to go back there again.#and Lust likes dressing Cross up in new outfits (everyone thinks it's great Cross is loosening up and meeting new friends cuz Lust introduce#s him to people in town) and it takes forever for Cross to get over his worries and ask Lust out to a ride on his horse (romantic. of course#) and Lust agrees because he's charmed.#and the best part would be Cross *actually* manages to keep it a secret. like. no one finds out until one morning Killer bursts into Cross'#room to wake him for surprise training and it's Cross. the weird Dog. and- holy shit did Cross have someone over???#Cross pulls the cool ones frfr 🙏#it's just a casual thing between them with little plot relevance or drama I think. just a chill lil relationship 🙏
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ok sooooooo, i have no idea a plot for this, but i am BEGGING for a threeway with vampire engie and vampire spy, they are my faves and i really like how you write them, and yeah the smut here is ELITE i had the prompt "you'll do what i ask, I know you will" but i'll take anything with these two 😭
I know exactly how you feel! I feel like my personal list of faves is always shuffling, but these two STAY top tier ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა
Also like, I have so much respect and love for you to just jam them together in a request and stuff it into my inbox like two little paper dolls and, ok- that sounds like i'm being sarcastic, but I'm really not! I love requests that are like, "i love (x) so much, can I please see him doing something crazy" anyhow- thank you so, so much for the request, I hope you enjoy!
Here is a link to the Dub-con prompts!
here is a link to Vampire Engie's drabble
here is Spy's Vampire drabble
(You don't need to read both drabbles to understand this, but here a few notes about my vampire AU: Engie is the most recently turned vampire and isn't able to control himself well, and tries his hardest to maintain his humanity. Spy has been a vampire the longest and has masterful control over his vampiric hunger, as well possessing supernatural gifts for psychological manipulation (illusions and compulsion).)
Title: The Chateau
Characters: The Engineer 🦫 and The Spy 🐍 (Team Fortress 2)
Rating: X (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)
Content Warnings: dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader
Word Count: 7.4k
MASTER LIST
TIP JAR
"He licked my blood off his fingers. He loves me, I thought. He completely and totally loves me."
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Engie was a monster. Not born a monster, but now an ex-human cursed to drink blood and prowl the night to sustain himself eternally. It was a cruel fate, but not one demanding the slaughter of innocent humans to live. Engie assured himself so long as he kept to drinking the blood of animals, not using his newfound immortality for evil or supernatural wiles to otherwise cause harm, he could still, in good faith, call himself a "good man." As if Engie could use his vampiric abilities even if he wanted to, Engie was content pretending they didn't exist, another minuscule way to make himself feel human.
Perhaps most humans would disagree with him, but when there were so many other vampires crawling about at night, ready to sink their teeth into any living body that crossed their path, Engie could be content with this. In life, he was an engineer and a farmhand and had pastures of cattle to siphon from in death. He believed this would be enough to get by with as long as he had to live on like this.
But the temptation was always there. The hunger and thirst were relentless, but no pain was worth sacrificing his humanity. Or so he told himself. But no one, supernatural or mortal, could survive on willpower alone forever. And every night, Engie could feel that terrible thirst to drink from a living human coming back stronger and stronger, no matter how much he drank from his livestock, it simply wasn't enough anymore to get by on, and it wasn't long 'till he reached his breaking point. 
The timing was almost too perfect. An invitation from an alleged "charitable benefactor with mutual acquaintances" invited Engie for the meal of his life at his chateau, all free of charge. The invitation from a vampire who called himself "Spy," someone Engie had never met himself, though he knew from being mentioned by mutual friends, claiming he owed a favor to their shared friend and would be honored for the chance to host Engie's first proper feeding. It was all too remarkably convenient. Engie was sure there was a catch in all this somewhere. But after mulling the decision over for a few hours, he found himself at the address provided in the letter that night.
The hunger was particularly aggressive that night. He'd been isolated at his ranch for so long the noise and excitement of the city at night was nearly too much to endure. When he arrived, the moment the front door opened, Engie couldn't help but get a head rush, catching the aroma of the house from the outside. There was blood in there; it was fresh and human, and by God, did he want it more than anything. 
Upon meeting Spy, Engie found himself just as distrusting and suspicious of the vampire as his first intuition warned him to be, though he reckoned it was too late to turn back now. The only thing he could do now was follow the older vampire as he led him deeper into his estate.
The chateau was massive, opulent, nothing less than an architectural masterpiece, but hardly inviting. The inside was equally as posh as the exterior, adorned with furniture that appeared far too ornate to get comfortable in and massive portraits with eyes that followed Engie as he strode down the corridors a few paces behind Spy. Nearly all the doors were closed and presumably locked. Spy led his guest swiftly down halls and upstairs, knowing the layout of his grand estate like the back of his hand. 
Neither of the vampires bothered with small talk during the route, which Engie was grateful for. From his first impression of the man, Engie could tell Spy was distinguished and curt- he'd never bother small-talking with some peasant like Engie. 
Despite Engie knowing he and Spy were both vampires, there was some unspeakable, insurmountable difference between the two of them Engie couldn't ignore. While Engie meandered, hesitantly and blindly following the aroma of blood, trying his hardest to remain composed in front of his host, Spy managed to stride with grace and assuredness to his prey. Whatever reservations and lingering humanity Spy might've once held onto was long gone now. And Engie shuddered to imagine himself succumbing to the same fate, should he remain a vampire as long as Spy had. 
At last, Spy led Engie to a door, hidden far away in a quiet corner absolved of nearly all light, where Spy paused to pull a key from his pocket to unlock the door. While Engie could smell fresh blood nearby, mouth-wateringly close, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised and spoke quietly, more to himself than Spy, "You keep your prime blood supply hidden away like this?"
Spy looked down at Engie, unable to mask his smugness, "All for security, of course. I can't risk just anyone trying to get in here."
Engie nodded, "I see."
Spy's smile tightened briefly, "You're a privileged man to indulge in such a luxury. I hope you understand that."
Before Engie could respond, he heard the door's lock yield, and an intense waft of fresh blood overwhelmed him as the door was opened. At last, the final barrier between Engie and tantalizing human blood was gone, and he could feel his entire body buzzing with eagerness. Engie's eyes drifted shut as he inhaled deeply through his nose, swallowing the saliva that filled his mouth. The hunger which plagued Engie for months now, at last so nearly satisfied, the sensation as painful as it was pleasurable. He could practically feel his stomach gurgling and his toes curling in his boots as he opened his eyes to the sight before him.
The humble exterior gravely betrayed the interior in extravagance and size, as the room was easily twice as large as the shadowy door inclined him to believe. As Engie stepped inside, he felt the air rushing from his lungs, inhaling the scent of blood accented by the rosey aroma of candles burning, the only lighting in the room, as with the rest of the house, there were no windows. Drawing into the room, he felt like he was stepping into a scene straight out of a fairytale, the space before him adorned with riches he couldn't even imagine. Bookshelves with thick leather-bound novels, a crystal vanity, fur rugs plush deep enough to sink your ankles into, a record player humming softly in the corner, and countless glittering trinkets scattered about. As though every status symbol imaginable were compiled tastefully in the room, styled to perfection by the master of the house.
But despite all the room's ornate decorum, the real showstopper was the massive bed. It was constructed to look like a white swan, its graceful neck and chest curved at the foot of the oval-shaped mattress, with little obsidian gems in place of the swan's eyes, catching the flickering light of the candles. The sides of the bed were cradled by immaculately carved white wings with cream-colored feathers. And at the head of the bed, a lushly padded backboard stretched over halfway up the wall, curved in a lovely shell-like arc overhead serving as the swan's tail. How long it must take to precisely set the bed was beyond Engie, but despite the lavishness of the bed, his full attention was on the warm body in the center of the bed where you lay, surrounded by silky white pillows, laying atop the bed's single sheet.
The moment his eyes landed on you, the vampire found himself mesmerized. Despite appearing dwarfed by the massive bed around you, he was acutely aware of the hot blood running through your veins, the beating of your heart calling out to him like a siren's song. Clad in nothing but a sheer thin-strapped white nightgown, the hem's just barely grazing your knees. The fabric shone hypnotically, entrancingly on the room's low lighting, and was thin enough to give him a peek at the soft skin underneath. Despite how flimsy the nightie was, Engie noted that your neck, shoulders, and chest were kept temptingly bare. It's a bed fit for a queen, alright, but not one you were allowed to leave. He thought to himself.
Spy waited for Engie to fully enter the room before locking the door behind him. Casually, he made his way to the far side of the bed, shedding his blazer and hanging it on the chair beside the bed as he regarded your motionless body, gently caressing the side of your cheek with his knuckle. The eerie, almost surreal sight before him made Engie hesitate, despite his torturous desire, "But why me? Why give a stranger something so… extraordinary?"
"A stranger? You are my guest, are you not? What host would I be if I didn't provide top-quality provisions for my guests?" Spy spoke, petting at the top of your head, almost crooning. Engie could see how uncomfortable you were, laying on your back with your hands clasped over your chest in bed, starting over ahead, appearing frightfully similar to a corpse in a casket. Or like a taxidermied deer, slain, stuffed, and posed just so by another with no bodily autonomy of your own. Seeing you lying there, looking more lifeless than the undead men in the room, was unnerving.
Engie didn't have to look twice to know you'd been in this position before. He didn't draw too far into the room, not wanting to get too close to the bed, still unsure if he could fully trust Spy yet.
Engie pursed his lips together. He didn't want to believe a thing this shifty man had to say, but he had to admit, the blood running through your veins was calling his name. Spy continued in his comfortably haughty manner, "You really should be thanking me. Do you have any idea how many lowlife, street vampires would kill for the chance for a real meal, let alone one so well-cultivated?" As Spy spoke, he didn't look away from Engie, but his hands kept in motion. Going from petting the top of your head to using his fingers to tousle your hair. His other hand on your shoulder began to tug suggestively at the nightgown's strap, giving Engie a little peek at the warm human skin hardly concealed beneath the sheer fabric. The erotic display is almost enough to make him forget about the Frenchman indirectly calling him low class. 
Engie observed the two of you, trying to pick up on any discomfort or agitation from you, but whatever Spy had done to you before now conditioned you well. Training you to keep docile, still, and well-behaved around Spy's company. You didn't try to struggle away or fight back when Spy's hand moved from your hair to the side of your cheek, pulling off his gloves and setting them by his jacket before using the side of his thumb to caress your skin.
Unsure of what to say next, Engie stepped forward, eyes locked on the exposed flesh of your neck, the expanse of space growing as Spy continued pulling down on the nightgown strap until it entirely slipped from your shoulder. He was so close now. It was like he could taste all the hot blood running through your veins on the tip of his tongue.
Engie's eyes focus on Spy's thin, slightly bony hand on his body before looking up at his face, "You don't want- You're not gonna make me kill her, are you?"
Spy's eye twitched as he forced himself to maintain his smile, briefly failing to completely hide his annoyance with Engie's continued hesitation. That pesky lingering humanity would be trickier to drive out than Spy thought. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to give up. There was nothing Spy loved more than a challenge, getting inside someone's head and finding out exactly how to push them to their breaking point. To bring out people's deeper, darker, more bestial nature.
"No need to worry about this one. She's done this all before. She's been trained exceptionally well to withstand the pain of feeding." Spy could tell Engie's hesitation and resolve were crumbling by the second. With more confidence, he continued, "But if you would rather go back to your little backwater ranch to suckle cattle for the rest of your afterlife, I suppose I can't stop you."
It hurt to hear, but Spy was right. Engie was sick to death of drinking the blood of animals. Sure, it stopped the thirst, but it never satisfied. He could drain a cow of all its blood. It was nothing compared to just a few drops of human blood, especially when complimented delectably by a bit of human adrenaline and fear. 
Despite your ability to keep the fear from showing on your face, Engie was well aware of how your heart raced as Spy forced you to remain passive. Engie knew at that moment he could refuse himself the indulgence no longer. 
Drawing in a shaking breath, Engie resigned. "I'll drink, but only one bite." 
Spy nodded politely, a smirk of satisfaction spreading across his face. "An excellent decision."
Hearing the satisfaction in Spy's voice was nearly enough to convince Engie to back out of the deal then and there, but as much as he hated to admit it, Spy was absolutely right: Engie would be insane not to accept a free meal of such high quality. He drew just a bit closer until his shins brushed against the side of the bed opposite Spy, wrapping his hand around your wrist, his mouth already watering at the thought of a quick bite, getting to feel your pulse against his lips and tongue when Spy intervened, placing a hand over Engie's halting his movement.
Engie looked at Spy, confused, as he let go of Engie's hand before sitting up from the side of the bed. With a dry chuckle, Spy spoke, "You classless hick-laborers are all the same, always in such a rush. Not tonight. You're going to learn to take your time."
Spy produced a gold switchback knife from his pocket. The blade was small but glistened gorgeously in the low lighting, and even from across the bed, Engie knew it was exceptionally well crafted.
"Seems like an awful lot of trouble for just one bite…" 
Spy had to bite his tongue to keep himself from saying something derogatory. It would be too easy to deride the Texan again for not knowing proper feeding etiquette. However, he resisted the temptation, not wanting to risk spoiling Engie's meal before it even started. As little as he cared for Engie, he'd promised them to show him the true value of human blood. Spy was a man of his word. Instead, he turned his inner frustrations to you, leaning his head to meet your eye, holding the side of your neck, forcing you to look straight at him, hissing directly into your ear, "Give him a taste. He is my guest. You will treat him as such." 
Despite no actual threat in his words, the coldness of his voice and pointed tone warned you of what might happen if you were to try and disobey. His lips twisting upwards into a sinister imitation of a smile, he added, "You'll do what I say. I know you will."
Nodding, you tried your hardest to still your trembling hands as you accepted the gold blade from your lord before handing it to the other man beside you. Engie looked at you with pity, and you wondered if you looked as pathetic as you felt. It wasn't the first time Spy called on you to entertain company. Honestly, he was apt to pick on you specifically, volunteering your blood for his guests to taste. Spy spoke so highly of how you tasted, praising you and all you had to offer, but outside of feeding sessions, Spy was nothing but cold and controlling, and you knew you'd never be anything more than food to him. No matter how often you were in this situation, Spy never once warmed up to you, and no matter how much blood you gave, he was never satisfied. 
Gritting your teeth, you clenched your fist and turned the arm facing Engie palm side up. Watching as he positioned the razor-sharp blade against the thin skin beneath the bend of your elbow, he held the tip here momentarily before swiping your flesh with the knife just deep enough to break the skin. The blade was wickedly sharp and didn't hurt at all. Spy saw to it his guests were given nothing but the finest dining wear when feeding at his estate. And it wasn't long until a few shiny little beads of blood formed along the slit. Using the knife's blade, he scraped along the cut, collecting some fresh blood on the edge before bringing it to his face to inspect.
Engie was hypnotized by his appetite and thirst igniting at the sight of the fresh blood. While Spy kept his attention focused on you. Spy's thumb slid along the lips of the cut, collecting a few red beads of blood prickling at the cut's surface before using his tongue to swipe his finger clean. It was disheartening to feel a familiar sense of grief as you waited for your lord and his guest to settle down to feed from you as he'd done time and time before. The familiarity did nothing to quell your unease. You'd suffer so many "meals" with Spy, and they never got easier as time passed. Now that there was another to feed, you could do nothing but expect the worst. 
Spy watched with satisfaction as Engie lingered momentarily to smell the tiny smear of blood on the knife's tip. He could practically see the other man's mouth water from where he sat. The moment Engie's mouth made contact with your blood, he was almost suckling from the blade, the taste every bit as rich and satisfying as he'd hoped. The rich flavor and subtle undertones of fear made Engie moan out loud as he was lost in his internal bliss. 
But just as soon as it started, it was all over, leaving Engie with nothing but the feeling of a cold knife coated in his own drool in his mouth. Letting out a shaky breath, Engie lowered the blade, his eyes a bit darker now, hungrier and more predatory, making you wonder which vampire you genuinely feared more at the moment.
Spy too, picked up on Engie's inhibitions, vanishing near-instantly, smirking a little to himself, trying not to sound too condescending. "Care for another taste, my friend?"
After sucking his own thumb clean, Spy turned his fangs to you, leaning over from across the bed to kiss the wound, his lips pressing against the warm, slightly stinging cut before opening his mouth enough to allow his teeth to graze over your skin, enjoying the familiar warmth of blood rushing beneath the skin as he muttered, "good girl" against your skin. He'd need to hold back a little if he wanted to be a good host tonight. It wouldn't be easy and hardly his style, but he knew he could do it if it was just for one night. 
Engie nodded and was about to return his attention to the already formed cut on your arm, but Spy continued, sliding from his position at your side on the bed, moving down to sitting at your feet, leaving the space behind your head empty. 
Spy patted at the space he shifted from, motioning for Engie to move into place there, "Go for the neck next."
He didn't need any further invitation as he encroached closer. "So much for just one bite," you thought miserably. While the sample of your blood whet his appetite, he knew it paled compared to how you would taste while feeding from the flesh. As though the starved vampire needed any further incentive. 
Engie didn't want to hurt you, but his good intentions were effectively silenced by his hunger. His eyes were glued on your neck and clavicle and the bare part of your chest uncovered by the flimsy nightgown as he crawled into bed, sliding behind you as you allowed him to prop you up and adjust you to his liking until you were comfortably within his hold. For someone who claimed to be so staunchly against consuming human blood, you couldn't help but notice how he perfectly found the spots vampires used to grip onto when feeding from their victims, his mouth aligning exactly where you'd felt the awful pain of a vampire's bite several times before. 
Even before Engie bit down, you knew this was gonna hurt. No matter how hesitant a first-time feeder was, they were helpless to control their hunger. The more experienced could make even the deepest bites pleasurable for both the host and vampire, but that took years of practice and not from feeding on animals.
Finally, after he couldn't wait another moment, Engie took his first bite in earnest. He was decisive, targeting a weak point on your neck, drawing upon all those nights of hunger to give him the strength to make the first bite count. On instinct- you pulled away, no matter how many times you'd been fed upon, you couldn't conquer the primal human instinct to flinch and try to protect yourself. Though, just as your instincts told you to pull away, Engie told him to tighten his grip, his arm wrapped around your waist tightened so harshly, you felt the air squeezed from your lungs. His fingers pressed harder on the bottom of your jaw and cheek, forcing you to stay put. 
It hurt. It always hurt. But to your surprise, it was far from the worst pain you'd felt during a feeding. Some vampires you'd fed were sadistic, doing everything they could to make you scared and in agony, as it made the blood taste best. Still, you could tell Engie was too hungry to care about heightening your fear or anything other than quenching that awful thirst that had tormented him for months.
For a split second, you ease your tension, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding, slacking enough to stop pulling away from Engie. He moaned loudly to himself between full-mouthed gulps of hot blood. You had no idea how much he'd taken, but you could tell he was drinking fast and couldn't help but let your mind dull and let the early light-headedness dampen your senses and let your mind begin to drift off. That was until you felt a sharp prick against your thigh. Spy was still on the bed, sitting by your legs, knife still in hand, the intimidating look on his face snapping you right back to reality. 
"Don't get too comfortable. And don't forget you're feeding two tonight." His voice was hushed; it was almost hard to hear over the messy swallowing of the vampire feeding right by your ear, but you got the message. If you were smart, you would close your eyes and allow the vampires to feast without struggle. Maybe you'd even get lucky and pass out and sleep through the feeding session, but for some reason, you couldn't take your eyes off Spy. 
As much as you despised him, you were equally captivated. Using the tip of the knife to push the nightie's hem up to your upper thigh, he dug the tip in harder, little by little the higher he went. Just the light pressure had you on edge all over again- Spy always somehow knew how to keep you like this, afraid of his next move, even without using excessive force. Knowing just how to paralyze you with fear while hardly breaking the skin. Partially on account of his supernaturally charged abilities, partially on account of his general disposition.
Watching Spy nimbly tracing his knife over your bare flesh made you shudder, unconsciously pressing yourself closer to Engie to try and distance yourself from Spy. Engie could feel your trembling body pressing against his, but his mind was still blank with ecstasy as he feasted, one hand fisting your hair, the other hugging your torso against his stocky body protectively. 
Around this time, your head typically started throbbing. Engie had slowed down slightly, but the blood loss was slowly catching up with you. Your head started to feel heavy, but you were too scared to close your eyes.
Engie paused, feasting for a moment as he felt something wet trickling down your cheek distracting him. To finally get a good look at what he'd done to you, to see the color drained from your lips and cheeks, the cold sweat clinging to your brow, though most noticeably the dark circles under your eyes which accentuated your fear beautifully. He'd almost forgotten about the other man in the room and fully believed himself responsible for your state.
"You look so scared, you're shaking… My God, you're so beautiful when you're scared." Engie, as though forgetting all about the messy smear of blood clinging to his chin, running down his neck, pressed his lips to the side of your slightly cold lips, moaning against you as though too shy to go in for a full kiss, despite sucking the life out of your neck only seconds ago. 
"Your fear- it tastes so good!" For a moment he continued to nuzzle his face against yours with an almost child-like affection while you forced yourself not to flinch at the feeling of your own blood smearing across your face.
"You've tasted fear, laborer- but perhaps you'd like to taste a bit of pleasure as well?" Without warning, Spy gripped the bottom hem of your nightgown, the knife against your thigh flicked upward, slicing a long slit in the sheer fabric up to your bottom ribs with a soft tearing sound. While Spy originally intended to preserve the gown, Engie's sloppy eating stained the collar and bodice beyond repair. Watching other vampires ruin his valuables with slovenly carelessness usually infuriated Spy, but for some reason, he found great pleasure in watching the fledgling vampire feed. Watching his humanity slowly drain while his vampiric venom began to take control of his mind. 
All vampires could produce venom when feeding, an ancient ability vampires used during primal times to keep victims still and compliant during a feast. The poison, released through a gland in the mouth by the vampire's teeth, entered the victim's body once bitten, causing heightened light-headedness and disorientation. The toxin would also affect the vampire as it was ingested while eating, making them feel hungrier, lowering inhibitions, and sexually charged. Spy knew Engie likely never truly felt enough excitement while feeding to produce his own venom, and he had to admit, watching Engie experience this for the first time pleased him immensely.
Nothing was more arousing to Spy than control, and the scene unfolding before him was like a fantasy brought to life- the fledgling losing his mind, letting his monstrous impulses take over while his lovely little captive mortal could do nothing but take the abuse, your human heart pumping more and more hot blood just for them. You and Engie were losing battles against animalistic impulses while Spy remained stone-faced and in total control.
Engie froze up at the sight of your now-bare skin, just now realizing you weren't wearing anything beneath the dress. Spy's hand crept higher, from hip to waist, dragging his sharp nails over vulnerable skin, giving you goosebumps. Engie lifted his arm from around your chest to secure both hands on your shoulders to keep you from swimming too much.
Spy had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud at the look on Engie's face, practically sweating with arousal, no doubt mind going blank on account of the fresh venom in his system. He folded the knife, putting it back in his pocket, before using both hands to pull the sides of the slit he made, tearing the poor dress in two. Engie moved his hands just enough to allow the dress to fall off your shoulders as he pulled the tattered remains of the dress from your body.
Spy settled between your legs, your upper body relaxing against Engie's, trying to ignore the way you could hear the sloshing of your own blood in his belly whenever he moved. While Engie removed your dress, Spy undid his button-down shirt, discarding it, hanging it by his blazer, but keeping his dress pants and belt on. 
Spy sat back on his haunches, watching Engie feeling up your bare skin with an amusement that bordered on giddiness. "You know, laborer, it's ironic you were so concerned about hurting her. Would you like to know why?" His voice is low and sharp, speaking with the confidence of someone who knows they're entirely in control of everyone else in the room.
Engie nodded, unable to take his eyes off Spy as he crawled closer, watching him grip both your thighs in his hands, fingers digging into the skin. "Let me tell you a secret about her, something she'd never dare tell anyone- but one so obvious to men like me."
Without warning, Spy dug his thumbnails harshly into your inner thighs, making you yelp. Arching your back, pushed closer to Engie while Spy kept your legs locked in place. 
"She likes it rough. She wants you to hurt her. Getting rough turns her on- she'll act obedient and innocent but under that sweet face. She's nothing but a whore."
Your eyes went wide and you shook your head, trying to crane your neck enough to look back at Engie, to beg him not to listen to him, but given your position it was impossible to see his face, still you begged. "N-no, no! It's not true! I'm not like that!" 
Your heart sank as Engie replied, "You sure about that, sweets?" 
You were about to try and twist around to beg again when Spy harshly tugged your legs, forcing them to stay straight and parted, "Sit still, or I'll make you wish you had."
He kept his eyes on you as he lowered his head to take his first real bite of the night on your thigh, making your chest feel fluttery. You couldn't tell if he was using his hypnosis to turn you on or not, but whatever he was doing was working. "Was it always this way- or is it just with him?" You wondered, screwing your eyes shut as you felt Engie's hands move to cover your tits, groping them with both hands, stroking with his thumb while Spy continued to drink.
Satisfied with his first bite, Spy began to move further up your legs, kissing and biting your thighs, scraping sharp teeth against soft flesh, making you shiver, tense up, and clench around nothing.
Spy was so maddeningly close, within breathing distance, but still moving too slowly. You could feel your blood rushing south as Spy began to trace his thumb along the slit of your sex, feeling it throb for him, leaking slightly, silently begging for more. He teased his fingers there a moment longer before addressing Engie, "Give me your hand."
Wordlessly, the younger vampire complied, unlatching from one breast to Spy, who guided it between your legs. You keened as Engie allowed Spy to push his fingers into you. Despite how you writhed, there was nowhere to go, and you were forced to endure the feeling of Engie's fingers curiously prodding the hot and throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs.
"Now taste it," Spy commanded, to which Engie happily obliged, inhaling the smell of your slick coating his fingers before sucking them clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste. While Engie was distracted, Spy continued to bite and drink from your inner thighs, staying dangerously close to your sex but refusing to give you the attention you needed. Spy drank much neater than other vampires, keeping his bites small and quiet and not allowing any precious blood to go to waste. 
Swallowing your nerves, you tried to beg Engie for mercy in a whisper one last time, foolishly thinking Spy was too focused on feeding to notice. "Sir, aren't you satisfied yet? Are you ready to go now- pl-"
You were cut off by a particularly harsh bite from Spy, making your entire body go rigid and your heart race as you looked down and saw the fury on Spy's face, "How dare you- don't you ever talk to my guests like that."
Spy slapped the top of your thigh, making the bite wounds sting painfully. For a brief moment, Engie had a moment of clarity. He knew you were no doubt at your limit, and it wasn't right for him to drink more, not after you'd endured the hunger of himself and Spy. But unfortunately, morality was no match for instincts, and he smiled wickedly at the helpless look on your face as he began to run his hands up and down your sides, feeling up the curves of your body.
"Aw, don't be such a harsh spook. I know she didn't mean it. But what do you say you give me a turn down there between her legs?"
A satisfied look settled on Spy's face as he nodded, "Be my guest."
Engie grunted as he moved out from behind you unsteadily and with great effort. His stomach had begun to bloat while eating, making his belt feel uncomfortably tight, and the curve of his stomach slightly strain against his overalls. Spy snickered as he crept silently from between your legs to sitting beside you on the side of his hip, hardly affected by all he had to drink.
"You're alright for more?" Engie's eyes were wild and excited. Whatever lingering humanity he clung to wouldn't be enough to save you. His shoulders rose and dropped with his bull-like, ragged breathing. 
This isn't right… You thought to yourself as you listened to Engie clumsily undoing his belt, popping the buttons on his overalls as he dropped them to his ankles with his boxers. You were vaguely aware of the sound of his relief freeing his cock from the stiff and heavy denim, and the next thing you knew, he was back on top. You wanted to tell him to stop, to beg him to get off, but you were too drained to do much more than whimper beneath him as he crawled on top of you, caging you down, wasting no time positioning himself between your legs. While you were wet from before, it would do little to make this any more pleasurable for you. But you were too weak to speak. Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth, keeping you from saying anything.
"Fuck, j-just stop me if I'm goin' too fast-" Engie mumbled into your neck as he aligned his fangs against you, preparing to take another bite. You could smell the heavy, almost musky smell of vampiric venom wafting from Engie's mouth, similar to the dribblets of precum leaking from the tip of his cock, just seconds away from spearing you.
Your eyes drifted from his face back to the ceiling, eyesight blurry and unfocused. Your body tensed as Engie pushed inside; the feeling made you nauseous, but you could only look away and kick your feet weakly as he snapped his hips against yours. Everything began to dull. His mouth continued to nibble and suckle from your body. His venom's aroma hung heavy in the air. Your muscles were sore from the blood loss and tension, but all were overtaken by a crushing feeling of apathy and dissociation. Blurring pain, fear, sickness, and arousal together into nothingness.
You were drifting somewhere between awake and asleep, entirely terrified and totally numb, when Engie took another bite from your shoulder, injecting another load of venom inside you in sync with his balls emptying inside you. His bite was hungry and desperate, accidentally gouging out a few tiny chunks of skin, which he swallowed constantly. Oddly, you could feel the pain of skin being ripped away, but it affects you as it should have. The pain was there, but it didn't matter. Like your body was no longer your own, it was his, and if gnawing your skin away bit by bit pleased him, so be it. 
Spy watched Engie remain sheathed inside you for a while, breathing heavily, swallowing the remaining blood in his mouth before he eventually rolled over, collapsing at your other side. Engie continued to pant a bit longer, mindlessly bringing a hand to rub over the curve of his gut, considerably bloated from all he'd had to drink. Engie couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so full, and for a moment felt a bitter nostalgia for his living days back in Texas, where "everything was bigger,", especially the food. The painful fullness felt familiar in a way he hadn't felt for so long.
"She's gonna be… alright, isn't she?" Engie, still coming down from his own feeding high, was no longer immune to the guilt of his actions, rolling onto his side. Tonight went further than ever before, much further, and the sight of your naked, vulnerable human body brought him back down to earth, and suddenly, the warm blood he felt sitting heavy in his gut didn't feel so good. Engie felt heavier, filled with blood so rich and delicious it bordered on painful and sluggish for exerting himself. All he wanted now was to head back to his ranch and find a nice, quiet place to lay down. 
Your body, sprawled out on the bed, smeared with thin, crusted smears of your own blood, still breathing unsteadily, head back staring at the ceiling while you were evidently somewhat dazed from the blood loss and strain of what you'd just been through. You were breathing, which was good, and Engie knew you hadn't lost a fatal amount of blood, but his conscience refused him peace of mind.
Spy adored being the devil in Engie's ear. Urging him to give into temptation and brutalize you was the high point of the night, and watching Engie's remorse for his actions was also quite satisfying. He couldn't help but grin sinisterly as Engie's gaze went from you to Spy, who stared back bright-eyed with an almost chipper viciousness.
Spy repositioned himself in bed to sit upright with perfect posture as he stared down the other vampire, "She'll make it. I'll see to it. I assure you, I take excellent care of my possessions."
Clenching his jaw a little, Engie tried to appear as neutral as he could, but he could tell the other vampire was mocking him. Spy knew how Engie's formed an attachment with you, and it hurt to hear Spy addressing you like an object. How could he call you a possession after all that? Though he was technically right, you were still his property after all. How cold-hearted and jaded did a man have to become to see humans as nothing but food. It was a vile thing to say, as though he had no memory of being human once at all. 
Engie wanted to say something to defend you, but what was the point? Hadn't he just now fed off of you until you were about to pass out, going back for seconds even after he could see how afraid you were? No matter how guilty he might've felt, Engie knew he had no grounds to call the other vampire heartless. Despite not knowing you before now, he couldn't help but feel sorry for you, not for your cloistered life as a living blood bank and live-in pet for a vampire; such a fate would be miserable for anyone, but having to endure all that to Spy, of all vampires was frankly a fate worse than death.
Engie sat up scooching down to the very foot of the bed where he sat, his legs dangling from the side of the bed beside the swan's neck, trying not to let himself see the mess of fluids puddled around you, tarnishing the bed sheets, forcing him to take in just how he'd let himself go. "Is she going to remember this?" 
To his surprise, Spy paused carefully regarding the two of you. His expression changed from maliciousness to consideration, momentarily dropping his airs of superiority. "No… I suppose not everything. But you do know what comes next, don't you?"
Engie almost couldn't believe the gall of the vampire before him. "Nothing is coming next. This is over! You've held up your end of the deal. I've been fed. This was all a one-time thing, no more, no less!" 
Spy, smiling cordially, appeared unaffected by Engie's visible wrath, "I must say, you've impressed me tonight. I didn't think you had it in you to go all the way."
Engie huffed, rolling his eyes, "Like it matters. It's over now, I won't be coming back."
"Over?" Spy mused.
Engie snapped back instantly, "Yes, over. I ain't comin' back. You and your lot can keep all the prisoners you want- I'll have no part in this!"
"Hardly my prisoner anymore, not after the damage you've done." 
Engie didn't like the way Spy was talking to him, his airs of superiority morphing into something more mysterious and chilling. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"
"Well, the venom, of course, and your, ah DNA, shall we say- You do know what happens when you force a human to endure both at once, don't you?" Spy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise as the Engineer merely looked at him with hostility. Spy realized he'd need to be much more blunt to get through to Engie.
"Our kind, all vampires, we take from the living. We drain them of their life force and bleed them dry. We can suck the life out of their body, but that isn't to say we can't provide fresh life to fill the void." As Spy spoke, he pulled the thin bed sheet stained with blood pushed to the bottom of the bed during the excitement over your naked body to conceal the grizzly sight below before he stood up from the bed, picking up his garments, dressing, ensuring his clothing was properly smoothed down and buttoned correctly, to mask any traces of the depravity he'd just engaged in.
Engie roared, "The hell are you sayin'?" 
Spy didn't respond but looked Engie square in the eye, waiting for him to connect the dots. And after a moment of forced silence, Engie buried his face in his hands, moaning a quiet but mournful "oh."
"My deepest apologies. If only I'd known before, you never knew, I would've spoken sooner-" Spy walked to place his hand on the other man's shoulder, but Engie retracted before Spy could reach him.
"Shut up! You, goddamn snake, you- fuckin' hell! You knew it would end like this. You knew all along!" Engie felt his breath rush from his chest as his hands went numb. All at once, his anger died down into a bleak depressive-acceptance. If not for the fact he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, he'd likely fallen over. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see you'd managed to pass into a largely calm slumber; the blanket over your body concealed you from his view, but Engie could only imagine what was going on inside of you at that moment. If he didn't know this could happen, he had a bad feeling you didn't either. His head dropped forward a little, his posture slumped forward, bracing himself using his hands on the tops of his knees. Engie had no idea what he was in for when he accepted the invitation to Spy's chateau for a complimentary meal and "proper dining," but never in a million years would he have seen something like this coming. 
He didn't have the strength to look Spy in the eye, "You're a liar. Humans and vampires can't reproduce. It ain't natural, and it's- aw hell, It just ain't possible!"
Spy extended a hand, cupping the bottom of Engie's jaw, firmly forcing him to meet him at eye level. "Call me a liar now all you want. Enjoy believing that while it lasts."
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rdm00n · 7 months ago
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Blud just want some break
Please ignore my horrible hand writing and just look at the art💔💔
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Decided to color it in digital cuz im scared to mess it up in traditional rip
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thatstonedwriter · 3 months ago
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Thank you for letting me submit a The Boys ship request!!!! 🧡💙💛🧡💙💛🧡💙💛
My name is Enna and I'm a bi girl with blue/pink/purple hair, blue eyes, freckles, and 4'11" lol. INFJ. I'm covered in tattoos and I hope to get many more!!! I love reading and writing (like so much lol), I bake, swim and listen to all genres of music especially indie (and sing along horribly!). I'm in school studying to be an English teacher and I'd love to be a writer on the side. I'm really shy and quiet, I try to be as kind as possible. I use sarcasm and teasing as flirting lol. I try to be as optimistic as possible too. I adore horror movies and carry at least two books with me wherever I go. I love horror and dystopians the most! And classic Russian lit though everything catches my attention! I could go on forever about my favorite books. The beach is my happy place and I hope to move closer to the ocean after I graduate!! I love studying languages and am trying to learn as many as possible. I live for poetry tho I am awful as writing it. I get so sappy about poetry and nerd out about words/meanings/metaphors it's very embarrassing!!! I'm a Ravenclaw and my intelligence is really important to me :) I love learning so much, I have such a great passion for it!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 🧡💙💛
A/n- Howdy! I just wanted to say I love your blog so much, and I’m so excited and honored to do a matchup for you! I also really love dystopian novels- if you have any recs could you slide em my way? Dude, I am also hoping to move closer to the ocean. For about 13-14 years I thought about being a marine biologist lol- going with a different career path now, but the passion for sea life and environmentalism is still there. Good luck with school- I bet you’d be one of those really fun and kind English teachers <3
Hope you enjoy!
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I ship you with…
Hughie!
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First and foremost- Hughie deeply values your optimism and kindness- something he feels (and sees) there isn’t enough of in the world. It sounds like the two of you have very similar core values, and it’s very validating for him, especially being in a group where those traits are not always taken seriously.
Your gentleness and earnestness are a blessing in the rutheless, dog-eat-dog world Hughie is unfortunately growing more accustomed to. He looks to you for comfort and security when things with the Boys get particularly gruesome.
The playful teasing as flirting? Hughie is down bad. Canonically, we’ve seen that he enjoys someone he can joke around with, tease and be teased by, and confide in- I think you match that description perfectly. Your sarcasm always makes Hughie laugh, especially after a hard day with the Boys.
The height difference between the two of you definitely helps Hughie feel a bit more confident. It’s the feeling of being able to protect and care for you that he really appreciates.
As a fellow nerd, Hughie is happy to listen to you ramble about your favorite books and movies! Just expect him to also begin infodumping/rambling at some point.
Hughie definitely writes a few drafts of a love-poem after he learns about your love of poetry. Once he’s done, he keeps the final draft with him wherever he goes, waiting until he’s ready to finally give it to you
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l0s3r335 · 8 days ago
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Staig ideas: Stan dresses as a cheerleader to cheer on Craig at whatever sport he does. Football probably.
Craig creates a big art project to show off to Stan. Sadly, it's terrible because Craig is not an artist.
Both Stan and Craig playing D&D along with pictures of their characters.
Stan and Craig in their superhero personas.
thank you so much for the ideas, i love all of these !! i will start with posting the first prompt, then probably reblog as i finish drawing the others >.>
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backgrounds are lazy lol but yk better than nothing–
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crimsyoko · 8 months ago
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wAhoo more homosexuals 💃✨
Closeups Below
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