#there is a little bit of paint on there so I think the tag is fair

[abductedhiko]

Art

Jegulus one shot (this one is in addition to another one shot I wrote :))

Tags: @im-a-mess-of-a-person @invasiveroadkill @printershorts @butyoureastarr

Enjoy

James had dreamed of a house with a wrap-around porch for as long as he could remember.

He had always wanted to get married to a nice girl, maybe even have a kid or two. A boy with brown eyes like his. He’d definitely would’ve liked a dog he could walk while he was on his morning run.

Everything was cookie-cutter for James, he’s always thought that that’s what his life ought to be and what it would inevitably would become. He was sure of it. Or used to be sure of it.

It was on a gloomy and rainy day when his world flipped upside down.

James bit his tongue in concentration as he stirred the potion in his cauldron. For some reason, it wouldn’t turn color! Maybe he should add some more lavender? Or maybe stir in a different directi-

“Regulus! Flawless work!” Professor Slughorn suddenly called out as he walked past a desk at the back.

James’ eyes snapped to him, how could someone have finished so quickly?, and his breath was immediately lost.

Regulus was beautiful. Utterly, undeniably, stunning. Milky pale skin dotted with moles, cloudy blue eyes, and black curls that made James’ hands twitch a little. They looked so, so, soft, James wanted to run his hands through them.

He looked like art. Gorgeous and ethereal. A beautiful portrait, but not painted with paints. Something more special. More valuable. His skin was painted with moonlight, his eyes painted with sapphires, his mouth painted with raspberries.

Regulus had the face of a portrait painted by a lover, rather than a commissioned painter.

James hadn’t realized he was staring until the boy met his eyes. Regulus scowled at him, despite the pink tint that dusted his cheeks. James jumped, before quickly turning back to his own cauldron.

He tried to focus back onto his potion, he really tried, but he just couldn’t. His chest had this fluttering feeling that made him want to squirm, and his insides felt a little like jelly.

Never mind the conflict that raged in his mind.

How can you feel attracted to Regulus Black ?!? That’s your best mate’s brother-

But look at him!

That doesn’t matter! He’s your mate’s brother!

Those curls, they must feel amazing.

Can you stop being an idiot for once?

He’s just so pretty.

James was truly fighting a war with himself, in his own mind. And he would fight the great fight, cheeks burning as he tried to focus on his text book (and failed,) and ultimately getting nothing done.

#

As James, packed his books into his bag, somebody approached him.

He lifted his head up to look, and damn near fell off of his chair when he saw it was Regulus.

“Potter.” He spat, his pretty face screwed up like he smelled something particularly bad. “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t stare at me in class, it’s creepy.”

And he walked off, with a flourish of his cape. Before James could answer.

But all he could think of was what he sounded like. Soft and beautiful, with the barest hints of a French accent. James had a feeling that depending on how Regulus said it, he’d fold and do just about anything for him.

On that day, James hadn’t known it yet, but his plan for a wife and kids seemed farther away than it used to be. In its stead was something different. Perhaps something made of moonlight. Or sapphires, or maybe even raspberries.

[safination]

A Moment to Worship

|Masterlist| Pairing: Alastor x reader Warning/Tags: Making out, body worship, bottom! Alastor, biting A/N: Listen...Alastor. That's it. That's all I need to say. The valentines merch got me down bad fr fr fr fr.. Enjoy my offering to @voxtekinc for their weekly prompt. "I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?" TLDR: Alastor received a pretty, new scar from his battle. As someone intimately familiar with every single expanse of his skin, you'll just have to introduce yoursel.

These soft lips of yours travel down the expanse of Alastor’s chest. Every breath you exhale warms his skin.  It’s been so long – too long – that no one should be able to fault you for taking a moment out of your night to enjoy yourself. Some clumps of his fur tickle your cheek, but it’s a small price to pay, especially when you have Alastor smiling bellow you.

Your hands press on the bed, steadying you as you hover above, placing kiss after kiss on the line that scars his chest.

What a beautiful present to be left with. Maybe the First Man isn’t too bad. If he were still alive, you would personally thank him for leaving your such a pretty thing. But this tonight isn’t about Adam.

Association is a funny thing, and when you’re done with him, the only thing running through Alastor’s pretty, little head will be you. Every time Alastor sees this scare; he will think of you. This long and jagged scar painting his chest will be filled with nothing but the memories of you, and only you.

Every line.

Every bump.

Every, single, scar.

You’ve dragged these lips of yours across each one, taking the moment to leave your memory and worship it like it deserves to be.

“You’re a little eager today, my dear.” There’s an amused smile on Alastor’s lips, but his muscles are relaxed underneath your touch. “Someone’s in a little bit of a rush.”

You trace a line across his shoulder, letting your claw go pass through the bumps in his skin. “It’s been a little busy in the hotel, and when the hotel is busy, you’re busy.” You press a kiss right above a little freckle of his. “Who knows when I’ll be disturbed.”

Alastor tils your chin, forcing you to face him. “Who would dare disturb me in the middle of our night.”

“That’s what you said last time, and the time before that.” You crawl up the bed, hovering above him as you connect your foreheads. “It’s getting tiring to have to fight for a moment of your time, cher.”

“And this is how you choose to spend it?”

You give him one last cheeky smile before resuming your ritual of pressing kisses down the expanse of his stomach. Alastor arches his back a little, curving it higher towards you when you run a hand across his waist. A happy sigh escapes as you enjoy the feeling of him.

His waist is smaller in this lifetime. It’s so small that even your hands could easily go across it. Nevertheless, the heat that comes out of his skin transfers to yours all the same.

You swipe your thumb across his navel, enjoying every bump in his skin

This new scar of his won’t be different from all the other scars. You just need to take the time to be intimate with it, just like you’ve done so with every, single, one.

The bed creaks when you shift towards the head of the bed. Alastor seems content to be underneath you, enjoying the attention you’re so willing to give him.

Alastor leans closer, smile wide as he whispers into your ear. “You’re taking your time, indeed.”

“It’s a long scar.”

“I think I’m being used.” Alastor leans up, capturing your lips for a brief kiss. “Making me lay beneath you as you have your fun.”

“That’s impossible, my dear,” you say, tilting his chin with the tips of your claw to expose his neck. The trail of kiss starst at his jaw, but they turn lower all the way into his neck. “As if you would ever allow yourself to be used.”

“In my opinion,” he says, smiling up at you, “this is what being used feels like.”

“I’m sorry.” You nibble on his neck, leaving a mark for tomorrow. “I’m terribly sorry.”

Alastor runs a claw into your hair, letting the strand run through his finger. “I’ll be gracious and forgive you this time.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you say, then bite down between the junction of his neck and shoulder, lapping up the marks you’re leaving with your tongue. “Did I ask for your opinion?”

Alastor’s smile widens, and thus, the worshiping continues.

[ride-em-cowboy]

The Doctor, The Pilot and The Little Girl

Bradley’s little girl is sick and what should have been a routine doctor’s appointment might just change the both of their lives.

“I don’t want to go papa,” the little girl said as she squirmed in his arms, not wanting to go into the large building.

“I know you don’t sweetheart, but you’re sick,” Bradley tried to calm her as he rubbed a hand up and down her back. Her little head came to rest in the crook of her neck and he could feel the heat radiating off her.

“‘M not sick-” she began, but was cut off by a fit of small coughs racking her tiny body.

“Mmhmm, not getting out of it that easy baby girl,” he chuckled softly, holding her just a little bit tighter as he felt her tears begin to soak through the collar of his t-shirt.

“After this, we can go to the store and you can pick any toy you want, deal?”

A small whine left her throat. Usually she’d jump at the idea of a new toy.

Bradley walked up to the reception desk, still holding his daughter who had refused to pick up her head that was still buried between her teddy bear and her dad’s neck. The inside of the building was a lot more inviting then the outside, with a colourful corner for the children Lucy would usually be rushing to play with or pointing out and naming all of the animals painted onto the walls.

“Hi, my daughter has got an appointment with Doctor Jamie.”

The receptionist looked between the pair with a smile as she got a look at how pale and sad the small girl in his arms looked, “Sure thing, can I get her name?”

“Lucy. Lucy Carole Bradshaw,” he replied.

The receptionist typed away at her computer before she frowned. “Unfortunately her usual doctor is out on maternity leave, but we have an amazing paediatrician filling in for her. Doctor Jake will take great care of her,” the receptionist said with a smile, “take a seat and a nurse will be right out with you.”

“Nooo,” Lucy squirmed tiredly in her dads arms as he sat down in the waiting area. She wasn’t a stranger to coming to the doctors, but it didn’t mean she liked it.

”I know princess,” he soothed her the only way he knew how, smoothing back her hair and peppering light kisses on her forehead.

He hated having to drag her to the clinic but with her medical history, he couldn’t change it. Lucy had been born premature and been in and out of hospital growing up for various complications and check ups, so whenever she even had as much of a sniffle his protective instincts would kick in.

They didn’t have to wait long before a man with dirty blonde hair and wide wire rimmed glasses came out into the waiting room. He wore bright coloured scrubs and a name tag shaped like a bear with ‘Nurse Bob’ stamped across it. He knew Lucy, had helped treat her many times.

He walked over, slowly kneeling down in front of where she sat cuddled in Bradley’s arms, one arm around her bear and the other clutching to his shirt. “Hey Lucy, remember me? Somebody told me you’re not feeling too well.”

She sniffed, wiping her tears on the back of her hand before nodding.

“Well, how about we get you feeling better and guess what?” He said, whispering to her as if to make sure no one else could get in on the secret.

“What?” She croaked quietly.

“I’ve refilled my sticker drawer since your last visit and I think I have a few you and Mr Bear might like.” The bear she carried around with her had been one from the many hospital trips growing up, the cream bear with the little pastel outfit had been with her through countless check ups and procedures.

Despite the temptation of the stickers, Lucy made no effort to move, completely exhausted and cuddled in Bradley’s arms. Bradley rose to his feet, clutching his little girl as he followed Bob to one of the many exam rooms lining the hallway. Bob took a seat on a wheely stool and gestured for Bradley to sit up on the exam table with Lucy. “So, Lucy Lu. What brings my favourite patient back?”

She hid further into Bradley’s neck causing him to sigh. He looked exhausted himself, dark circles under his eyes, stubble starting to form where he hadn’t shaved for a few days. “She’s been running a fever since yesterday morning, can’t bring it down with tylenol or cool baths. With her history, I thought it best to bring her in.”

Bob nodded in agreement, “you did the right thing.”

“Okay, Miss Lucy. Why don’t we start with letting me take your temperature? Can we do that?”

She nodded, and allowed Bob to put the thermometer in her ear and wait until it beeped. Bob frowned at the reading, noting it down on her chart. “Definitely still running a fever.”

He ran through a few more questions as he set up the next piece of equipment, asking when her last dose of medicine was and if Bradley had noticed any rashes or anything else out of the ordinary for her. “

“Just the fever and the cough, she was complaining her throat was sore too but won’t let me near to get a good look. Spent half the night cuddled to my chest last night, the only thing I could do to get her settled.

“Lucy, can I clip my special laser on your finger? Like we usually do so we can show the doctor how good your numbers are?” Bob asked.

Bradley loved the way Nurse Bob was with her, he had such a way with kids and always explained things at their level and gave them the choice. She held out her little hand, letting him clip a pulse oximeter on her finger. Both him and Bradley watched the monitor closely. Being a dad of a sick baby meant you picked up a lot about the medical world.

“Her pulse ox is a little low and her heart rate is a little fast, but with the fever it's not unusual. I’m going to write this down and then go and grab Doctor Jake to take a look. But first, I think you did such a good job that you and Mr bear both deserve some stickers,” Bob said as he turned to his sticker drawer and pulled out a shiny blue box filled to the brim.

He set the box next to her, pulling out a few he thought she might like, “I’ve got some princess stickers, doc mcstuffins and my personal favourite, strawberry scented ones.”

She moved her hand slowly, pointing towards the strawberry scented ones, letting Bob hand her a few.

“And we can’t forget Mr Bear, can we?”

Lucy let out a tiny smile, the first one Bob had managed to pry from her that morning. He’d definitely be noting that down as a win. With Mr Bear covered in a few Doc Mcstuffins stickers and Lucy quietly sniffing the strawberry scent of the stickers, Bob left the room to go and grab Doctor Jake.

Bradley shifted her in his arms, letting her show him all the stickers doctor Bob let her pick out, pressing a kiss to her cheek and pushing the sweaty curls from her forehead. Lucy didn’t always do well with new doctors and despite reassurances from Nurse Bob and the receptionist, it still didn’t ease his nerves having someone new looking after his baby girl.

He didn’t have long to think about it before there was a knock on the door. Bradley didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe an older and wiser man, salt and pepper beard - been in the business for a while and was great with kids. What he didn’t expect was the tall, broad shouldered and blond-haired doctor who walked into the room. He was good-looking, there was no denying that. He grabbed the wheelie chair that Bob had not long occupied and rolled into position in front of the pair.

“Hi, my name's Doctor Jake,” he held out a hand for Bradley as he introduced himself. Bradley took his hand and adjusted Lucy who once again had buried herself in the crook of his neck, hiding from the new stranger in the room. Bradley watched as his kind green eyes moved to the little girl in his arms and tilted his head to get a better look at her.

“And you must be Miss Lucy? A little bird told me that you’ve not been feeling too good, huh? Can you tell me about that?”

“‘M not sick,” she mumbled.

He’d already got the low down from Bob and checked over her initial vitals. He had read her chart and noted her history; premature, spent time in and out of hospital in the NICU and had heart surgery for a small hole in her heart from being born so soon.

“Hmm, well. I guess you wouldn’t mind letting me check you over so we can prove your daddy here wrong.”

She shuffled a bit to get a better look at the stranger. He was at her level, wearing a kind smile as he looked her over. Despite watching him, she still stayed clutched in her dads arms, not looking like she was going to be moving any time soon. He noticed the bear clutched in her arms, the standard ones they give to pediatric patients when they’re in hospital and decided to change tactics.

“Who’ve we got here?”

“It’s my bear,” she croaked.

“Does he have a name?” Jake asked.

“Mr Bear”

“That’s a great name! And you’ve already got stickers from nurse Bob! I can’t say I’ve got as good a sticker collection as his but there might be some super special ones nurse Bob doesn’t have that we can put on Mr Bear.”

This definitely got her attention. “Can I have one now?”

Jake let out a chuckle. He knew this game, knew she’d end up with a shirt full of stickers and he’d still have an exam to complete.

“I’ve got to get a look at you first. Nurse Bob tells me you’ve got a bit of a fever and if you are feeling yucky it’s important you tell me so we can get you feeling better. Then we can have a look at the stickers and if you’re good, you can have three whole stickers!”

“Promise?”

He held out his pinky and curled his much larger finger around her tiny delicate finger, shaking it lightly, “pinky promise.”

Bradley shifted her around better so her back was against his chest, still holding her protectively.

Jake grabbed a pen torch from his pocket, “is it okay if I take a look at your throat first?”

She hesitated for a moment before letting him, it was red and raw as expected.

He continued on with his exam, taking the stethoscope from around his neck he noticed the faint pink scar in the centre of her chest. “Do you know what this is, Lucy?”

She nodded, “a stethoscope,” not quite getting the pronunciation right.

Jake chucked softly at the way she said the word, “that’s right! Do you mind if I take a listen to see how strong your heart is?”

She hesitated a moment before nodding. He checked her too quick beating heart and the way her breathing rattled slightly.

“Looks like you’ve got a case of the flu, Miss Lucy,” he said, speaking to her first before turning her attention to her dad. “Her lungs sound a bit congested but it doesn’t sound like we’ve hit pneumonia yet and there’s no new heart murmurs. We’ll get a couple of viral swabs just in case but I think we’re good to continue with Tylenol, fluids and rest. I can prescribe something to help her feel a little more comfortable and obviously if her fever spikes again or you’re worried you can always bring her back and we’ll take another look.”

“I know I’m probably overreacting but every cough or fever…” he paused, his mind wandering slightly before he continued, “just sends me back to nights in the hospital, alarms beeping, doctors and nurses rushing around and her tiny little body more wires and tubes than baby.”

Jake placed a comforting hand on his elbow, meeting his gaze. “You did the right thing, it’s always best to err on the side of caution especially with her history.”

“Thanks doc.”

“Now, Miss Lucy. As promised,” Jake spoke as he turned around in his chair and unlocked the bottom drawer of the desk pulling out another small box with his stash of stickers. He placed them on the exam table beside her, pulling out the sheets and spreading them out. “I’ve got princesses, special Dr Jake stickers, planes, because I’m a plane guy myself.”

“Can papa have one of mine?” She asked so innocently. Jake nodded as she pointed to the plane stickers, “he needs a plane sticker, because he flies planes!”

“He does, does he?” Jake asked as he glanced at Bradley who was most definitely blushing. “You’re a pilot?”

“I-uh, I’m a naval aviator.”

Jake smiled at that, “that’s pretty cool, you must be proud of your daddy, huh Lucy?” He continued choosing stickers for her and Mr Bear, helping her stick them on her shirt and her bear for her. She stuck the plane sticker to her dad’s shirt, cuddling into his side now the excitement had turned into exhaustion again.

Bradley picked her up easily, holding out his spare hand to shake to doctors before he headed out of the door. “If you need anything, just give us a call and I can see her again. I’d like to see her again in a week's time just to be sure she hasn’t gotten any worse. I’ll get that all sent through for you.”

Jake watched as Bradley held the small girl close to his chest, smoothing back her hair and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering something he couldn’t quite make out. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was secretly looking forward to running into the pair again the following week. Whoever her mother was, was a very lucky woman to have a man like him in her life.

“Alright, come on sweet girl. Let’s get you your medicine and get you home. I’ll call Auntie Nat and tell her I won’t be coming in today.”

Taglist: @robertsfloyd

[419jhat]

No Context WIP Snippet

Thanks @bananahoneycomb for the tag!

NSFW warning

***

“What the hell did you just do to me?” Steve asks.

“I think I'm a vampire!” Eddie blurts out.

“...okay,” Steve says slowly.

This fits, weirdly enough.

See the thing is, Eddie's been acting weird. To be fair, he's always been weird. He was kind of known for being weird. But ever since coming back from the upside down, this was a new, unexpected level of weirdness that Steve just wasn't used to.

Standing on top of tables to rant about capitalism? The guy had opinions. Painting his nails black and wearing women's jeans? He was allowed to be into fashion. But projectile vomiting when Steve made everyone homemade lasagna? It was a little rude.

And weird.

So, Eddie being a vampire sounded kind of plausible, after all the other bullshit they'd been through.

“What do you want to do about it?” Steve asks, after thinking about it for a second.

“I don't know! I think I just bit you!”

“Is that what that was?” Steve asks with a delirious little laugh. He feels a hand brush against his neck and jerks away from it violently.

“Wait, I just want to see-” Eddie says.

“Stop! I'm- I'm not decent!” Steve says.

“-there's blood all over the pillow and-”

Eddie's hand brushes against that sensitive spot and Steve's vision whites out again. He's not quite sure what kind of embarrassing noise he's made. Just that he's made one. He knows this, because when he gets it together again, Eddie's staring down at him with his hand to his mouth, as if he could hide his shock. And Eddie, much to Steve's horror, can see everything. Because in his delusional wanton state, he'd kicked the covers off his torso and grabbed his own dick through his underwear.

“Are you…did you just…” Eddie trails off. And, nope. Steve was not having this conversation. He removed his hand from his junk, wiping the stickiness on his bedsheets.

“What the fuck possessed you to drink my blood without asking?” he asks instead, totally skipping past everything else.

***

I toss @stervrucht a bone with the challenge

[fauvester]

something something seeing things through different eyes

[vaguely-concerned]

I think veilguard might be the one game with an unlimited sprint button that I've nevertheless spent the most time gently jogging and walking through. just to like... look at things. hang out. vibe. the environments in this game are so fucking good

[gemstarstarlight]

Everyone go check out the arcane tag the lesbians are losing it

[moonchild-in-blue]

I haven't really done much art for tumblr (at all) lately, cus life, but! Here's a lil something I've been working on (it's a Xmas gift) 💙

(also peep that lil January calendar painting 👀 i did mini squares for each month for myself, because I need to have a physical one always, and they each have their own colour 🥺)

[maraschinotopped]

hello toontown corporate clash community. misty monsoon 👍

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc. photos from the past year or so ~

[mikatalkstoomuch]

"BM4" collage on plotter paper cut offs I stole from uni 56x49,5 cm

I cannot even explain how this happened but I didn't want to throw away all the papers I did my exam exercises on so I made a collage instead. Mind you the background is only exercise papers, I didn't write down anything specifically for that.

This was also the first piece of "real" art I did after mostly only painting birthdays cards for two years but I think it captures studying for exams quite well.

[raphaelderberry]

so this is probably my best digital painting yet!

reference image is from here (x) I have no rights to it and make no money from this.

[baalzebufo]

finished my first kurnoth hunter today! this guy was kind of a test run for a lot of things but he came out pretty great. my first time trying to do highlights as well as basing. i may have glued some of my flock to my fingers by mistake, lmao

but yeah the base is pretty much just a combo of cheap grass flock, some teeny pebbles, and a couple army painter grass tufts, all over some stirland mud. nothin fancy, but it really helps bring the mini to life :)

[dashiellqvverty]

always think its funny when people are into a particular rpf ship but get antagonistic/hostile/morally superior towards other rpf ships like girl we are all in the same house here

[bugisbonkerz]

uuggrrrhhh can people not yell when i mess up ? it doesn’t help. like at all

[gothsuguru]

@teddybeartoji @staryukis @mossmurdock @mikichko @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @hayakawalove @jel-lyy

“Exorcise. Consume. For whom?”