#this is my first time drawing them anyway

[softaestluv]

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Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but your apartment is the last place he visits before being sent off on an assignment.

‘Jus’ need somethin’ to tide me over, yeah dove?’

Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but when he’s away, his rugged and calloused hands don’t feel like yours, can’t get off unless he pictures you.

Above him. Below him. On your knees. On your back. In your mouth. Buried in your cunt.

Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but your apartment is the first place he visits when the mission is finished, doesn’t even bother going home.

And you answer, despite it being three in the morning.

“There’s my girl.” He breathes. Relieved. Dropping his bags on the floor before lunging forward to cup your face in his palms.

The claim makes you whine quietly, digging your fingertips into his wrists, arching on your tippy toes to meet his lips halfway. It’s ravenous, leaves your breath ragged, and lips thrumming with swelling blood.

He hoists you in his arms, burrowing his hands under your thighs and ass, pinching the flesh so hard it’ll bruise, but he can’t help it. He’s greedy. Selfish. Hasn’t quite coaxed himself down from the harsh realities of being ‘Ghost.’

“Ah—Simon,” You whimper, huffing hot air against his lips, “You’re hurting me.”

“Sorry, baby,” He smooths his hands, petting the backs of your thighs, “I just-”

The ‘missed you’ dies on his tongue, stops it from rolling off and filling the empty space between the two of you, but you know.

That night when he asks you to repeat him, tell him you’re all his, you don’t respond like usual. He tries his best to coax it out of your pretty lips orgasm after orgasm because he needs to hear it, but you don’t give him the pleasure.

Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, so he has no other option but to accept it because you’re not his. The lack of acknowledgment eats at his skin, brutal talons gnawing at his flesh when you slowly stop responding to his texts.

Shows up at your doorstep anyway because you don’t get to tell him when this stops. When you answer the door, you’re all dolled up, a tight little skirt hugging your figure, lip gloss smeared on your lips like you have somewhere to be other than on his cock.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, glaring at him, “I’m busy.”

“With what?”

You frown, “I have a date.”

He snorts, pushing past you, making a show of taking off his boots and placing them next to yours, has no intention of leaving.

“Simon,” You sigh, closing the door behind you, “I don’t have time for this right now. He’ll be here any minute.”

The statement alone pinches his temples with irritation, but that’s when he sees it, one small hickey adorned on your neck, just below your ear. His vision narrows, tunneling red, nudging you against the wall with one swift movement, tilting your jaw to get a better look at it.

“The fuck is this?” He snarls, runs his thumb over the bruise, and makes your breath hitch slightly.

“Nothing.” You mutter quietly.

“Your little date give you this? Huh?” He grits through clenched teeth, grip tightening on your jaw, drawing dimples in your skin.

“None of your business.” You spit back, but it’s far too gentle to have any real bite like it always does with him, pup with baby canines.

Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but he seethes at the idea of another man inside of you, another man marking you as theirs when you’re his.

Sinks his teeth around the stupid mark, dragging sharp fangs against your delicate flesh, and sucks the skin viciously. Covers the ugly bruise with his own claim.

Fuck buddies with Ghost who tells you it means nothing, doesn’t want anything more than sex, but he presses you right up against your front door, so your date can hear him fucking you in two when he comes to pick you up.

‘Can yer little boyfriend fuck you like this? Huh, baby? Did he know jus’ how you like it?’

Fucks you messy and pretty, until your cheeks are tear-stained and your breaths are wrecked, hiccuping over your moans that’s he’s so mean, so cruel, asking you to say you’re his when he doesn’t even have the courage to say he missed you.

‘Be a good girl f’me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.’

And when you do finally say it, he carries you to your bed, fucks you slow and deliberate like he always does, like he really means it, and whispers the words against your skin.

@bbygirl9 @ailanbutterfly @amberbalcom14 @h0lydrag0ns

[l1tw1ck]

Compromised

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Villain CEO!Masc Reader

🕸️ Word Count: 1,226 🕸️

AFAB Language Used | this *might* become a multi-chapter fic but this part won't be canon, i changed my mind after i started the second chapter and this wouldn't fit 😭 so just treat it as a oneshot

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Blood, Virginity Loss, Cunnilingus, Creampie

Peter looks up at you with blurry vision, his body bruised and bloody. He can barely move.

You rip off his mask. “Aren't you the one who works for Jameson? I always knew your pictures were too good.” You chuckle. “You are cute though.”

He's fading in and out of consciousness, he can barely comprehend your words.

“I’ll be taking you home with me.”

Peter slowly opens his eyes, still feeling dizzy and weak. He looks down and fear instantly hits him. He's completely naked and tied up. He looks around the room for anything to help him while trying to break his restraints with brute force.

The noise draws you inside.

“Yo- you-” He recognizes you. The CEO of a company that rivals Stark Industries and Oscorp.

“I have a plan for you, Parker.” You walk over to him. “I’ll let you live and I won't tell a soul about your identity. In return, you'll help me take down Stark Industries.”

“Kidnapping someone isn't really a great way to propose a partnership, you know.” He manages to keep up his persona, trying to calculate how he can get out of this.

“Well, appealing to you isn't a part of my plan. How you feel about this doesn't matter to me. You won't have a choice once my subordinate gets his hands on you.”

“Wh- what are you gonna do to me?”

You slowly untie him. “Just a little memory altering. I’d love to train you but there's not enough time…it’s too bad.” You brush his hair to the side. He tries to hit you but it's too difficult, he only grazes your cheek. You laugh at his attempt and grab his wrists. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you after today. You’ll be spoiled rotten. My special little spider.”

“No– no! Don't touch me!” He squirms around in your hold.

“I should've known a single dose wouldn't be effective enough.” You let go of him and turn to the supply cart next to him. He tries to shoot a web to stop you from whatever you’re trying to do, but only a weak spurt leaves his wrist. He then attempts to get on the ground and crawl. You ignore him and prepare his next injection. He feels humiliated as he continues to crawl towards the door. The fact that you're not even looking at him tells him that he doesn't have a chance. But he tries anyway.

He only ends up a couple inches away from where he started when you ‘catch’ him and turn him around. You use one hand to pin his arms above his head and use the other to inject a serum meant to sedate and arouse him. “Don't worry, Peter, you won't remember any of this. If that makes you feel better. I just wanna have some fun with you first.” You toss the empty syringe.

“Get- get away from me–” He tries everything he can to hurt you but his remaining strength is starting to dwindle as the serum runs through his body. You pry his legs apart and stick your head in between. You drag your tongue up his folds then lovingly suck on his dick. You bring your hands to his chest and circle his sensitive nipples. He subconsciously raises his hips and whimpers.

“No- no- no-” He shakes his head, crying. He doesn't want to lose his virginity like this, not here, not to you. “Uhn~” His toes curl. His spidey senses are going off, making it even harder to think. The drug is making the spider parts of him go haywire, it's not working properly. It's aggressively ringing all the alarm bells inside him. His webs weakly shoot out of his wrists like a deflating balloon. His head is pounding. His brain is yelling at him.

Defend yourself. Hurt them. Kill them. Call for help. Run. Give in. Give in.

Give in.

It feels so good. It feels so good.

I wanna come. I wanna come.

His hands stick to the ground, his legs spread further apart, his mouth hangs open to sing noisy, wordless praises to compliment your skill.

“Stop!” He cries out.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Yes!

Peter gasps, his hips jerking upwards as he squirts on your face. His head presses against the floor. His body trembles. Then he calms down.

He raises his head and looks at you as you pull away from him. His eyes follow your hands as they unzip your pants. As they free your hard dick. As they direct it onto his wet pussy. Then he focuses on your cock. Your length. Your girth.

I want it.

“No-” His voice trembles. “Don't- don't put that- inside me!”

Shove it inside me. I need it. Fill me. Mold my body to fit you. Ruin me.

The head of your cock slowly breaches him. Peter’s webs shoot out like a can of silly string on its last legs. Weak little spurts continue to leave him. Both from his wrist and from his cunt. He feels weaker every time.

It hurts. It’s too big. It hurts.

“It's interesting to see how your body reacts to the drug.” You wipe the tears from his eyes. “It's too bad I won't be using it again…Although I am interested in what’ll happen once my subordinate alters your memories…maybe I’ll tell them to make you an obedient slut for me.”

Own me.

“Ple- please-” He gasps. He's not entirely sure what he's begging for. His brain is sending conflicting messages.

You lean into his ear. “Admit it, Spidey, you love how big I am and how well I fill your tight fucking pussy.”

I love it.

“I hate– ugh-” He hisses.

I'm so full.

“I’ll kill you..” He clenches his fists.

“Oh, but I thought Spider-Man didn't kill?”

“..ma- make an exception-” He loses his ability to grip, his fists come undone as you bottom out.

“Really? I’m honored, sweetheart.” You slowly pull out, stopping before you fully leave him. “You're bleeding. Guess I was too rough.” You lick your lips at the red coating on your cock.

“You're disg—uh~!” You suddenly thrust inside him and knock the wind out of him, a longer string of web leaving his body. His whimpering and gasping quickly turns into whines and moans as you fuck him. His eyes roll to the back of his head. The bandage and wound on his cheek loosens and opens up, causing blood to run down his face. His brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs.

“Doesn't it feel good, baby?”

He responds with a jumbled mess of words that are impossible to decipher. You already took a bunch of pictures of him earlier but you find yourself wishing you still had that camera with you. In this state, he's more beautiful than any of the artwork in the Metropolitan. You grab his sides, triggering the pain in his sore, bruised body. He makes a loud and erotic noise in response.

He writhes around, sobbing and trying to squirm out of your hold. He manages to say “Please–!”.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Your thrusts stop as you come inside him. You let go of him and brush the hair out of his face, then wipe his blood.

His body twitches, like a spider that's been stepped on.

[lovetei]

Hello! I love your writing! Are the requests open? If yes, could you do the headcanon MC/reader married life with Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon? (these four are my biases) Thank you! 😘💜

Yey!! I'm answering requests again let's go!!

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Married life with them, how does it go?

Versions: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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LUCIFER

People know you as 'THE SPOUSE' because whenever he's about to blow up, you will be there to stop him

Your relationship is the type where Lucifer will put you to sleep first then secretly wake up to do his work

Then he will be hit by a flying slipper

Then he'll look to his side and saw you sitting up on the bed

Brows twitching out of annoyance and eyebags under your eyes

You HAVE to be fierce at times

Lucifer is known to be under Diavolo's control most of the time, he works for him.

So, there are quiet a few restrictions on his actions.

He could be fucking popping a nerve and will still not be able to fight back because he has to keep up Diavolo's reputation good.

So you do it for him.

One time, someone gave a rude comment to Lucifer

Imagine being rude to Lucifer bruh

And that person was in a quiet important position

So of course, he has to laugh it of like "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."

And que MC suddenly clearing her throat giving the most fake laugh while wide eyed staring at the man like "HA HA HA HA HA" with the most fake smile

Yeah

He's the type to ignore murder but draw the line at disrespecting his spouse

And you're the type to look at him while eating and think "Look at my man, ain't no way he's a murderer."

He is.

If Lucifer will SOMEHOW be charged of murder, which he really committed, MC would hold up a large sign outsid the prison, if it hasn't burned yet, with the words "FREE MY MAN"

To be honest, his whole thoughts on you just revolves around "Baby, you're freaky and strange. It's freaking me out." but continues watching and supporting you anyways.

You're just messing with him

Like, let the man have a break

You're the type of spouse to make a jerking hips movement while he's lecturing you tbh

DIAVOLO

So fun

Just shits and giggles

You don't argue, you bashes his head on concrete and he takes like a man with a smile

One time, he saw you struggling with gardening and he went outside to mess with you.

He asked, "Is this guy bothering you?" and pointed at the soil

You looked at him confused but nodded

Then he started punching the soil

He refuses to do extra paperwork now because he believes you're like those dog like

You know

Those dogs that know when their owner is coming home

And he believes that if he doesn't come home on time

You'll start howling like a pug on anesthesia

Yeah

And your vibes to him is like

"You poor thing." (Deregatory) (Sexual)

But you're his dream spouse

When he was a child, he likes those spouse that protects their BIGGER spouse

And he said "I like my spouse scary. Maybe I'll marry someone like them and they'll kill everyone who's ever said a bad thing about me."

He did marry one

You guys are a power couple though

You would attend the parties on matching clothes, especially tailored for the two of you

And he would be smiling like a puppy and you would be beside him glaring at whoever tries to be rude to him

But YOU know that HE knows who's naughty and nice

He'll deal with them when you're asleep

BARBATOS

"Yes, Baby. Your emotional wall is high and impenetrable. Can we kiss now?" — MC

It's just like that

I don't make the rules

Yeah, he's calm and collected

He's so stressed with you, everytime.

You're the menace and he's the leash

After using your magic, you would be leaning sexily on a wall in front of him

Coughing out BLOOD

Saying, "How do I look? Do I look good?" *Cough* "Was that hot?"

It wasn't.

He stands with his canceled spouse

Like

If everyone else is standing in front of his door, bloodied and bruise

He'll open his door IF and ONLY IF you're the one who knocked, or Diavolo

Then he'll open it

Grab you

Close the door

Open it again

Grad Diavolo

And let the rest of them bleed to death

He just loves you so much

Sometimes... ONLY SOMETIMES

When you tripped on the stairs and a lot of people saw it

He'll turn back time

ONLY SOMETIMES

Maybe not so sometimes

And by the way

If he has to move to another timeline

He will marry you

Over and over again

SIMEON

If you think you can bat your eyelashes at him and get whatever you want

Yes

Yes you can

He's so soft for you it's insane

It's so hot how his ring would shine when the slightest bit of life bounces of it

How it's cold metal would hit your skin when he cups your face and kisses you

How he absent mindedly fidget with it when he saw anything that reminded him of you

He's so soft

Like a cushion

Ready to catch you everytime you fall

He's also kind of clingy

But

Yeah, clingy

Everytime he wakes up and you're not there

He let's out the MOST dramatic sigh and think "The world is quiet cruel."

Chill, MC's in the kitchen making you guys food

But if you're indeed not there

He takes his suffering out on his book characters

Sexy evil bad bitch × quiet shy Boi (that can be a psycho)

He's a 10 but he doesn't mind that you're crazy so he's a 20

If you ask him the "What would you do if I turned into a worm?"

He'll answer the softest shit, "I'll build you a worm sanctuary, and take care of you."

Of course, after he said that you'll look up to the sky and thank father for his magic seed or whatever

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

LET'S GO PRETTY EEL SISTERS 💥💥💥

As noted I'm keeping Murray as the tweels mother in my AU because she has a lot of lore that connects to her being their mother and if I were to change that now it'd basically all come crashing down 💔💔💔

BUT AGAIN, Georgina is still in the picture, she's just the tweels aunt now instead (you can call her Auntie Gina <3). She very actively visits them, and is involved in their life to the point it'd be better off if she just moved in with them lmao. Her last name is also changed to something else/is unknown since "Leech" is Murray's husbands last name that she took, and yeah there's lore to that as well. Everything else is still the same with miss Gina!!!

Anyways WOOO finally current timeline Murray <3 all the drawings you've seen of her before were when the tweels were very young (like 5 years old), this is the first time you're seeing her currently, and she's still thriving! Barely any change to her, still the same old Murray 💜💜💜

[w3tlettuce]

Octonauts gang as humans because I’ve been wanting to draw them all for a LONGGG LONG TIME and I feel like everyone fit my vision perfectly except peso idk I feel like he doesn’t look like how I imaged him BUT SHHHH WHATEVER I really really like how kwazii came out they look like kinda pirate-esc if they give off that vibe a little bit IDK BUT I LIKE IT YES I DO

I looked up the characters canon like races and heights and ages and stuff like that but like they don’t really have canon anything except names idk??? I feel like barnacles would be kinda an old British mature guy, kwazii a silly late 20’s Filipino guy, and Peso a mid 20’s Latino king IDKKKK ITS JUST HEADCANONS/IMPLIED STUFF IDK IDK DONT BASH ME I REALLY LIKE HOW THESE CAME OUT ME THINKS

first time drawing an old looking dude with like a beard n shit and WAIT I ACTUALLY LIKE GOW IT CAME PUT idkkdkdkdkdk I really like drawing old guys actually it’s fun practice anyways yeah bye

[enhaeil]

CATER 2 U! ☆ 박종성

"cause baby this is your day, do anything for my man, baby, you blow me away. i got your slippers, your dinner, your dessert and so much more..anything you want.. let me cater to you.."

cater 2 U - destiny's child

a/n: if u know me, no u dont. first time writing smut tho! this nasty

spoiled!wife! reader x husband!jay

cw: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, praise kink, lap dance, oral (both f&m) uhm yea thats all i think

✩ ₊˚ —

jay loves to spoil you. ever since you got with jay, you've never paid for a date, your nails, your hair; whatever you needed, he provided. he'd give you his last if you asked him for it.

jay who gets off to you spending his money. he loves seeing you in a new dress he bought. he loves seeing the nails he paid for wrapped around him in the night. he loves seeing you full of dinner from a fancy restaurant he took you to.

when asked how he does it, his explanation is quite simple:

"it's easy, love. I pay for your hair, and in return, I get a beautiful smile on your face. I buy you designer heels, you model them for me. I pay our rent, you get bent over the bed later... it's a win-win!" he says matter of factly.

but what jay fails to bring up, and what you've come to notice about the beautiful man you call husband ...

he secretly enjoys being spoiled, too.

and what better day to do it than his birthday?

— more under the cut

jay's in the mirror fixing the last few buttons on his shirt, still deciding to pick up a shift on his day because 'how else will he take you to the bahamas?'.

you lay in your shared bed, still naked and somewhat sweaty from the 'good morning, happy birthday, just because' sex that just occurred 10 minutes ago.

you tried to convince him to stay for another round, or two, or three or four, but to no avail. that's okay. y'all have till 12 AM anyway.

'alright baby, i'm off to work. i should be back soon,' he says, making his way over to your vulnerable form in the bed.

he presses a goodbye kiss to your lips, but you being needy, tries to turn into round two.

jay pulls away hesitantly. 'you're gonna make me late, love. i'll be back later, and we can have all the fun you want.'

and with that, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and he's out the door.

the moment you hear his car leave the driveway, you're up out the bed.

you take a quick shower before throwing on something casual to run a few errands. jay gets home around 6:30, so you need everything to be A1 by then.

one of the most important stops you had to make was the music shop.

your man loved guitars, it was known to everybody. so, for his biggest gift, you got him a custom-made guitar. it was made of the perfect materials and even had his initials engraved in it.

on the way back home, you also stop at a grocery store and a lingerie store, wanting to have something new for your loving husband to unwrap later.

time flies quickly, and before you know it, there's thirty minutes until jay comes home.

you take in your surroundings, giving them one last scan. you look at the giant '23' balloons you have floating around, the streamers, the flowers, the food. everything looks just how you imagined.

you spritz on one last squirt of pheromone perfume and wait on the couch for the sound of his keys.

a few minutes pass and you hear him approaching, causing you to stand up and smooth out your dress.

the door opens, and jay doesn't immediately notice everything, focused on taking his shoes off.

but man, his face when he realizes ... should've recorded that shit.

'baby... what's all this?' he says, looking around.

'happy birthday, jay. it's for you... !'

he stands there stunned, with the dopiest smile on his face. your heels finally click towards him, pressing a kiss on his lips.

'come on, let's eat.' you say, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the kitchen, purposely swishing your hips as you walk, definitely drawing attention from jay.

he tears that food UP!

he leans back in the chair, stuffed with the meal you made for him. you swiftly grab his plate and yours, throwing them on the sink, making them tomorrows problem.

you sneak behind him, rubbing his shoulders, feeling the tenseness leave his body, as he throws his head back. (if you know you know.)

god, he looks so good ... eyes blown out from being a little wine drunk, hair a little messy from work ... yea, it's time to get him up in that bed.

you lead up to your shared bedroom, stopping at the door.

'I have one more big surprise for you..'

you open the door, reveal a beautiful guitar sitting on its stand.

jay's mouth drops open before he dashes over there, picking up the instrument.

'baby... how ... you didn't have to do this for me...' he says, studying the guitar design, thick fingers grazing over the strings ... those thick... beautiful fingers ..

you stride over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

"of course I did, jay. you've given me everything i've ever wanted ... this is the least I could do.' you reassure him.

he sets the guitar back on its stand before wrapping his arms around your waist. you can tell he's been hitting the gym lately, his strong arms wrapped against you. he buries his face in your shoulder, taking in your scent.

'geez baby, you smell heavenly, this a new perfume?' he says going back in to press some kisses on your bare shoulder.

'it's a secret' you smile, parting from him, guilding him to sit on the bed. 'now wait here, i left something in the bathroom..' you say sneaking away. little did he know you had something planned.

you freshen yourself up in the bathroom and strip your dress off, revealing the black lingerie you hid under. you then hit play on your phone, cater 2 u by destiny's child blasting through the bluetooth speaker in your room.

you strut out the bathroom and make your way towards jay as the intro plays. just when this man thought you couldn't wow him more.

"Baby I see you working hard, I want to let you know I'm proud, let you know that I admire what you do. don't know if I need to reassure you, my life would be purposeless without you.."

beyonce sings through the speaker as you sway your hips and roll your body to the music.

"You inspire me to be better, you challenge me for the better, sit back and let me pour out my love letter"

jay leans back in awe, adjusting his position in reaction to his pants, starting to feel tight.

"remain the same chick, you fell in love with. I'll keep it tight, i'll keep my figure right I'll keep my hair fixed.."

you point towards jay as you make your way towards him, bending over in front him, giving him a closer look at what you have to offer him.

"when you come home late, tap me on my shoulder, I'll roll over.. baby, I heard you, i'm here to serve you. If it's love you need, to give it is my joy, all I wanna do, is cater to you boy"

you finally plop down in jay's lap, rolling your hips on top of him, chest right his face as you grind right against him.

the song continues, you feeling jay get harder underneath you with each verse as his hands rest on your hips.

you grab his face, looking right into his eyes. you see lust, want and need. but even behind that, jay's eyes are filled with so much admiration and love. as the song comes to an end, you see his eyes become glossy, causing yours to water as well.

you press a passionate, needy kiss to his lips as your hips continue to the beat.

the song finally ends, but your hips don't. dangerously in love comes on next in the recommended songs, perfect.

you and jay's kisses progressively become more rushed, both of your bodies falling back onto the bed, you straddling him.

your hips never stop moving, as you grind on him through his pants.

'fuck, princess ... keep moving like that.'

you do exactly that, hands trailing down to the buttons of his shirt, exposing his bare chest. you lean down to kiss down his chest, leaving marks as you go down.

you finally get off him, giving jay a second to catch his breath. your hands fly to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling down his pants, revealing what's underneath.

typically, jay is the one going down on you. one of his favorite activities, truly. he won't even ask you for head, for he feels its degrading, but that never stopped you and it definitely won't tonight.

you rid his boxers and lick a stripe up his length, making him groan out loud.

you've been needy for your husband since this morning, so you don't waste any time taking him in your mouth.

jay let's out another strangled groan, almost as if he tried to hold it in but couldn't anymore.

you use every trick you know he likes, trying to have him hurdling towards the edge before he can even realize.

'mm... i love this dick..' you say taking him back into your mouth.

you notice jay had a physical reaction to that ... this man has a praise kink. you decide you're going to use this to your advantage tonight.

you wrap your hands around what's not in your mouth and hum against him.

'my handsome husband... treats me so fucking good. just wanna suck him dry as a thank you ...' you say looking at him throught your lashes.

jay's hips jerk up. you can tell he's really close.

you take him all the way to the back of your throat, tears brimming at your eyes as swallow around him. jay's hands hover over your head, his stomach contracting.

'fuck baby i'm gonna cum..' he says, breathing increasing.

you hum against him again, moving your head up and down, sucking him like it's your life's mission.

you take him to the back of your throat one more time before he releases, shooting down your throat with a loud moan.

you continue to work him through his orgasm, happily swallowing what he gives you and continuing to lick him up.

you finally get up from your position, giving jay a goofy smile like you didn't almost end him.

'bring that ass up here, pretty.' he says as his hands, signal for you to come closer.

he pulls you in for a nasty, lustful kiss, one that says everything you need to know. he pulls apart, readjusting himself on the pillow, giving you a look you know all too well.

'jay... tonights about you only..!' you say, rubbing your hands on his chest.

'exactly ... and right now, I want to taste you.

the look he gives you sends shivers down your spine as you climb your way up to his face. you hover over his lips before he pulls your set to the side, grabs your waist, and forces you down.

you let out a sharp moan as you feel him work his magic on you. this man truly is good at everything he does.

he eats you like he's starved. like he's been denied the taste of heaven for years and doesn't know if he'll ever have it again after this. like he's been waiting for this moment.

'yes- fuck, jay ... it's yours, baby i promise.'

he hums against you, only speeding up his actions, head moving side to side.

you would be embarrassed, you know, at the amount of slurping and wet noises coming from down there, but he doesn't even give you the breath to. before you know it you're cumming all over his face.

jay pulls away with a pop before you hop off him.

'still got another round in you, baby?' you say grabbing his length and getting it ready for you.

'i'm ready to put a baby in you if anything. you look so good like this.' he says, rubbing your ass as you get ready to arch for him.

you giggle at his comment, but luckily, he didn't see you clench at the thought of being filled up.

you make your arch as deep as possible before wiggling your ass in front of him. he gives it a slap before rubbing himself through your folds, covering himself in your slick.

he finally slides himself in, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. he gives you a second to adjust before he pulls himself nearly out and slams back into you.

jay knows your body like the back of his own hand, so it doesn't take him long to make you feel like your gonna cum.

'fuck baby ... you're s-so fucking deep.' you say as each thrust lunges you foward.

jay sounds angelic as he moans every few thrust. that's enough to get you pregnant right there.

'yea baby? 's too much?" he says, slowing down, making you feel every ridge and inch.

'mm-m no ... fuck it's so good..'

he picks his pace back up, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

'you close, baby? you gonna cum for me?" he speaks as he reaches for your hand.

'yes jay fuck... keep fucking me like that.. this pussy's all yours..'

''m gonna make you a daddy.."

jay's pace falters immediately, thrusts becoming uneven.

'fuck, y/n, you can't just say that.' he says eyebrows scrunching. you can tell he's close.

'please jay ... i want it so bad ... want you to cum so deep inside me ... wanna give you a baby jay ... you're gonna be such a good father..- fuck you're gonna make me cum.'

jay lifts your leg up, forcing himself deep inside as he releases right there, triggering your release right after.

after a few minutes, jay finally lifts up off you and pulls out, being careful not to waste anything.

'you really wanna have a baby?' he says as you guys lay there, catching your breath.

'jay, you're literally the best man I could ask for. i'd give you 9 kids if you asked me to."

he laughs at your statement before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

'9 kids it is.'

[jakotsuto]

On that last point, I’m not really sure what you mean by Totosai using it as proof Sesshomaru has become stronger. That might be a translation difference? In the English dub, he says that even though Sesshomaru despises Tenseiga as his birthright, it’s the reason he’s still alive.

ON Bankotsu’s demonic power acquisition, BOY do I have some things to say about this. I am excited and can’t put all my thoughts straight— So, firstly, I don’t think Bankotsu has any “code” against using demonic powers as a human, because that’s what the Shikon Jewel is and he’s perfectly fine using that.

His point about them living in a different world is that humans aren’t born with that power and strength, and someone born with those abilities couldn’t understand what it’s like to have to earn it.

Now, I plan to explain all this in-depth in an analysis my sister has not had the time to edit yet, but according to the song “Abarero!!”, Bankotsu’s mentality seems to be along the lines of “a peaceful life can be taken away from you, so there’s no point in trying to have one in the first place”— which I think aligns well enough with what he says during the fight.

I think Bankotsu has lost a “peaceful life” before, maybe even to demons— since he does have a firm code regarding befriending them, which seems like a strange line for him to draw, considering.

There’s a lot going on with him in the past, which is fun. Primarily, though, this desire to become the strongest he has is, in itself, tragic, because he’s not exactly wrong.

The Band of Seven were incredibly strong for humans, strength of 100 men and all, and they were still killed. They fought to the death with everything they had, and yet. No matter how strong he was, he was never going to be strong enough to do more than survive, and to keep what he has— his 6 friends killed in front of him is probably an especially bitter reminder.

Which is why this little exchange,

It was a futile effort. There really wasn’t any winning for him— even if he had tried to be a good person, he would’ve been sent to die in a pointless war and lost anyway. He tried to be independent and earn his strength, tried to make a honest living as a mercenary— and he was hunted down because he was too strong and independent.

And once revived, he knew that the second life wasn’t permanent, told Kikyou so himself. He didn’t even expect to survive his final encounter with Inuyasha, citing it as the “final battle of the Band of Seven”. It was a futile battle and he fought it anyway.

[omaano]

SW Hades AU March-April Update

Some links and previous updates: May - June - July - August - September - October/November - December - January - February - everything else in this AU

I'm here with another two-month joint update because at the end of April I can hardly call it a March update, and truth be told I don't think I did much for this AU in the first month of spring anyway.

I started playing Hades 2 again, and made some progress with the Omega and Boba redraw of the Warsong update wallpaper :3 The more time that passes between posting and writing this the happier I am with this piece. Who could find all the gear that Omega wears from the Batch? 👀

Which cannot exactly be said about Sabine and Ezra as well, but I finally have something to show for them!!

Next up is Satine (now that I can show a small illustration in my skethcbook for her, it should go easy - I hope), and maybe Fennec or the Armorer. And lining Axe and laying down flat colors for him and Koska as well. I'm trying to get a drawing for all the missing characters and get them to the part where only detailed shading is missing. If my hand doesn't hurt too much at least ^^;

I'm also gearing up to drawing a new Ares!Boba too, but I'm still in denial about that ^^;

I did not have a particulrly good time with these drawings, I will be very honest upfront. I had to redraw Omega two times because I tried to line that piece in CSP and for some reason faces are just not happening for me there; It hadn't go well with Echo either months ago. I don't know what's up. The tilt of my tablet or that I don't have o zoom un until all I can see are pixels?? OTL

...and then the colours fought me something awful too. Between Boba and Omega they had red, yellow, green and blue covered, and all that with Boba's white flightsuit was not fun ^^; I don't know, I just cannot deal with that many colours - so figuring out what and how I should desaturate was quite an experiment in patience for me until they looked somewhat cohesive. Thankfully the added moonlight turned out to be distracting enough that I'm pretty much warming up to it all now.

I'm afraid I will have to use actual Multiply layers for the full shading.

And Sabine. Oh Sabine.

I've struggled here, big time, and I'm still deeply unhappy with her. I experimeted a lot in my sketchbook with her pose, but any time I thought I was finally on to something as soon as I went in to fix some minor anatomy issues digitally and add some details things just fell apart.

It was the tooka that messed everything up, I'm sure of it D: ^^; I wanted something to visually tie Sabine and Ezra together, and my decision fell on the little white tooka that was in Sabine's mural too at the end of Rebels. But now Sabine's shoulder had to stand in a way that the little critter can perch on and judge from...

Honest to god I almost cried with relief when I came across Eurydice in Asphodel when I switched back to playing Hades for a bit, and realized that she has the lean and attitude in her pose that I was looking for with Sabine. So it was either the coward's way out, or to throw the entire project out the window and become a hermit in the mountains or something.

You can see which option I picked XD

I am deeply, deeply fond of Ezra however Q^Q He was so cooperative after a few initial testing sketches, his hair is perfect, I didn't forget his scars, and I will find it in me to forgive his weird not-really-chainmail shirt, because that one I did to myself XD

I also finally got around to drawing a quick sketch for Fennec - for a hot minute I was very very tempted to pick for her a pose that's a lot closer to Widowmaker from Overwatch, but the vibes just didn't quite match. That was a very sad realization :'(

(Yes, I took the picture after Satine bled through the page in all her alcohol marker glory, yes, I regret it, and no, I cannot relably draw faces on paper. It is a real tragey. I'm in mourning.)

And just so that I cannot really sigh in relief, Leia is my next struggle. I still don't know how to make her work, and it's been months. Terrible. Horrible. Really really bad. Why am I even trying...TT^TT

So that's it for this month. It's both less and more than how it feels, and I'm also kinda losing a bit of steam - my mind is at re-drawing the entire background section for the House of Hades, so on the backburner i'm trying to cook up various background elements to fill the halls up with. Hades is such a beautifully designed game with such amazing shapes and colours, and Star Wars is such a different style especially when it comes to decorations... So there is a lot of cooking that will have to happen here. But I spent a not insignificant part of my last week (I'd been sick, I could get away with it) watching Drawfee speedpaints (they are so fun and so educational sometimes) and Jacob really popped off in one video creating a pixel art game of some sort? And ever since all I could think about is how and IF I could make my pocket Din move through my version of the Hades AU. Just a section of it. I'm itching to draw the backgrounds, but goddamn I am tired, so I just keep distracting myself from the important character art stuff with these daydreams X"D

I also very badly and incredibly distractingly want to re-draw Boba - I've drawn him so long ago, and it feels deeply unfair that I tried to puzzle out the style on him - and while Din got his upgrades bit by bit Boba just didn't. Also. Ares. Ares looks so good in his character art just sitting around like that - all casual-like - and Boba also has his trademark sprawl and... Look. I'm back to Boba being my most favourite clone, okay? I miss him. I miss drawing him. There.

Okay, rant over. Maybe this way I will be able to concentrate again XD Here's to hoping 🤞 I hope you guys are doing better with your creative projects! ❤️ See you all in May! Hopefully with something a bit more substantive and some proper links, not just wips like these ^^;

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[lightreader1]

Fanfic idea- Yokai Au kitsune DazAtsu 

Note: This was inspired by @venelona 's recent Kitsune Dazai craze which I love dearly. Seriously so many people have been drawing cute DazAtsu art with Kitsune Dazai! It's hard to not be inspired by so much beautiful ship art! XD

Anyways back to my ramblings lol

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Prompt: Dazai loves his human

Actual idea- 

(So for context this idea is placed in Edo Japan where humans hate Yokai and have a huge prejudice against anyone who they believe could be related to a yokai.)

Dazai is a 900 year old nine tailed Kitsune who is quite frankly bored with life, so of course he decides that he wants to end his life. 

He tries to suppress is power to the point he’s almost completely identical with a regular one tailed fox and jumps into a lake to drown. 

It was the perfect plan and his death would have been in a rather picturesque spot as well.

Well it would’ve been, except some young dumb human decided to interfere!

When he awakened from consciousness covered in bandages near a warm fireplace beside him he found a relatively young human male, with choppy silver hair and eyes that reminded him of a sunset. 

He was pale scrawny thing, bruised, and tired looking to boot.  

Honestly he was a rather pretty for a human, perhaps he had some demon heritage given his unique coloring? 

It piqued his interest slightly, and as he learned more about the human his interest grew.

He learned that Atsushi was a lone human who was recently banished from his former village. Apparently the human’s didn’t like the idea of someone with yokai heritage living among them so instead of outright murdering the guy they isolate him in some abandoned little hut in the middle of the mountains. 

But apart from his coloring and ability to heal himself Atsushi was as human as could be.

A lonely little human at that. 

Fun to tease and prank though.

Even before he learned that Dazai could talk he was always talking to him, petting his soft fur, and treating him so gently.

Honestly it was rather nice to be pampered by such a pretty human. 

Even when he played pranks on him or teased him Atsushi never truly got angry, he would sigh and complain but would always welcome Dazai with open arms. 

Perhaps it was the warm look in his eyes, the way the Atsushi would listen to his complaints with a soft understanding smile, or the absolute delight he would express whenever Dazai would bring him back a large chicken or rabbit but Dazai couldn’t help but grow attached.

At some point he found himself beginning to love his little hidden treasure. 

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Honestly I love the idea Atsushi just believing for the first few months that Dazai is just some mischievous fox that he saved from drowning in a river. 

Sure that little fox woke up hissing at him and trying to destroy literally everything Atsushi owned in his small ramshackle hut but over time his little friend warmed up to him. 

It helped his lonely existence to be able to talk to the little creature and the fox seemed to enjoy his company as well because at some point during the day the fox would just stay on his shoulders all nice and cozy around Atsushi’s neck while listening to him and chirping in his own two cents in there. 

It was peaceful and made Atsushi feel like he was not alone anymore.

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Meanwhile at night while Atsushi is sleeping he gets territorial over his new little mountain home and sweet human. 

AKA: Dazai is kinda yandere feral when humans and Yokai wander too close to his and Atsushi’s hut.  

I’d like to think that some sort of rumor starts spreading around about how a powerful and cruel Yokai protects the mountain because it holds some sort of treasure or something.

But really its just Dazai acting like an overly possessive attention starved cat who will hiss and scratch at anyone who gets close to his favorite person one moment and the next will yowl and break every glass cup in the house until he gets the attention he believes is owed to him from said favorite person.

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At some point Dazai decides to leave for a day or two to get some gifts for Atsushi but comes back to find their humble home getting ransacked and poor Atsushi being hurt (cause ya know what’s an edo anime without mountain bandits lol). 

And Dazai, Dazai goes a bit feral and exposes Atsushi to his true nine tailed form.

I imagine Dazai cradling Atsushi to himself while his tails swish aggressively as he growls at the perceived threat.

Cause how fucking dare those humans think they can steal from him! How dare they think they can hurt his human!

Meanwhile Atsushi feels a mixture of confusion, fear, indignation, and a small amount of relief. 

Confusion because apparently his pet fox is actually an incredibly powerful yokai who could’ve killed him at any point of time.

Fear because his pet fox yokai looks incredibly pissed and is staring at the robbers like he's about to tear them apart.

Indignation because he knew that fox was too smart to just be a fox! He was going crazy for months talking to what he believed to be a pet when instead he could have had full on conversations with incredibly hot fox man! When this was all over he was going to give Dazai an earful! 

And finally relief cause for as terrifying as Dazai looks right now, he’s holding him so gently~  

XD 

[rosierin]

Goodness—okay, I did not expect to have to post a full-on rant on my blog but I got a pretty serious anonymous message and feel like I should address this.

So, in the message I was suspected of using AI for my writing. Now, I have a few things to say about this. Please read until the end!!

Firstly, when it comes to me as a person, I’m not sure if I fully agree with the use of AI in the art world. Although I do think it’s useful and I don’t see a problem with using it for guidance. I don’t think it’s okay for AI to ever replace art—be it drawing, music, writing or other. That’s something I’d like to first and foremost make very clear.

That being said, I wanna stress that my works are all mine. Meaning they are thought by me, planned by me, and written by me.

In the anonymous message, they raised a few points such as certain phrases and structures being repetitive—which, honestly? I can’t deny because I’m self conscious of this and it was honestly a matter of time until somebody pointed it out 🫠

I notice this with descriptions I use as well, which I will say I do tend to rinse and repeat because it’s easier for me 🥲

Ie: I almost always open a fic with a snappy one-liner to grab the readers attention, typically followed by a description of the setting (usually the quartet chilling in the living room or something along those lines).

Some examples of phrases that I use and reuse off the top of my head are things like:

“Then—“ *insert dramatic scene*

Using “silence stretched over them” or just describing some form of silence or pause in order to break up scenes and allow moments to breathe.

Using very short sentences and one-word sentences to make scenes more dramatic or snappy (I feel like I do this A LOT but I find it very addicting).

Using “—“ religiously. Okay you can literally sue me for this I love using these okay you can pry them outta my cold dead hands

Now, something that I will admit to, is using AI for spellchecking and going over the flow of my stories!!

Pacing is something I have always struggled with (which you can probably see from older fics on my blog oof), and my sister (who also writes as a hobby!) told me that she runs her stories though AI in order to get feedback and then refine accordingly!

That being said, in no way or form am I getting AI to simply write things for me. Tweak? Why not. (And even then, most times I end up preferring my version anyways 😬) But that’s as far as it goes.

Not quite sure how to end this rant tbh… I didn’t think I’d ever get any negative feedback on my blog as it’s meant to be unproblematic and overall a p wholesome place, but I do understand the points Anon made and thought it was important to respond publicly.

Hope this clears up any confusion.

[n0ah-oll1e]

16) if you where in Wl. What would you wish for/would you be corrupted eventually? 

That’s a thought one..

If I where a kid similar to the Cast around 10-11 or so I’d probably wish to be a super cool artist or be able to dance like my father and do performances and stuff ( big theatre kid here)

But if I where to come back I would of wished for either

a)to be more confident in myself.

b) would be too overwhelmed to answer.

c) wish for more time with friends.

I think at least two of the wished could be corruptible.

like becoming to confident to the point of being cocky or egotistical and probably hurting myself or getting someone else hurt because I just could not take caution in general. ( I’m already a clumsy person) 

I feel like wishing for more time with friend would also backfire in the way the Iggy clones did with them just being clones/copies and assuming I didn’t specify who that could bring up old old childhood friends with which I have no contact or not good relationships then and that would end terribly to, more so just kinda awkward.( but not really smt that could corrupting)

Honestly not wishing for anything would probably just still somehow get me killed if it where in the same timeline to the others or other people in general, so basically just ending up and in an already corrupted Wonderland would probably get me killed. 😭

17) made chard in other games or pic-crew?

I don’t think I have?

I mean I’ve created alternate versions of them, but that’s in a different format not a game.

If I where I’m my gacha phase maybe there, but I don’t play enough games with good character selections to make something like that and I don’t use pic-crew often so sadly no.😭

18) fav ow ship?

Oooooohh, I’m gonna add dynamics to it too cause I wanted to yap about this a while back

I’d like to say I’d be pretty indifferent between Iggy and any of the three options you’d have but I think the way the game was made,makes my brain subconsciously always go for Genzy first even with picking all the options anyway.

Because at the time, the first time playing it he seemed like the ’best’ option, sure he was a jackass to Orlam but at the time they both seemed to have a mutual hatred at least.

He also accepted that Gidget liked Iggy and that he probably didn’t have a chance during the very beginning.

Later they all evolved anyways, but I feel like my brain was originally conditioned because I just felt the most drawn to Genzou and I saw him the most in arc one which then split off when the other characters got like their own little Iggy moment in each ark until the last one.

So I’d say genzy is up there

Orlam and Iggy were a nice dynamic during his arc,he’s like the very touchy friend but understood Iggy‘s boundaries during their ending arc with Iggy were they both ruled, which also brought it up there.

Orlam and Cecil where also I nice dynamic and I remember someone making them poly with Gidget and now that’s gonna keep me up at night for new ideas to draw and headcannons,

It genuinely opened my eyes to this option and I am so happy because Gidget and Orlam give me the vibe of like two evil Besties at least during the ark where they were still corrupted and Cecil being the very sound middle ground for the both of them is kind of funny to me. They’re actually all cuties.

So I guess Orlam/Cecil/Gidget is up second

And Hunar and Bucks are here too of course! 

When I first got to know them,the relationship felt like the high school sweethearts that didn’t go exactly as planned because everything revolved around the relationship, to the point that they didn’t get to do what they wanted to do in life.

And then after the arc when everything started over, it was nice to see them take their time to do something small and really wanting to concentrate on what they want to do, with the relationship still being there in the same way when leavening a town and you come back and it feels refreshing. Idk if that makes sense.

I think Iggy and Gidget isn’t bad at least after the Arcs but at first it had left a sour taste when thinking about it to long.

those two make a very good pair that work well together and are nice and supportive of each other .

I think every single pairing that has and hasn’t been named are good since each of the chars have their own flaws, including Iggy, having a just Bad or good person works but they are morally gray like a person is, which I think is hard to do in a game or book or any media.



Also although I don’t ship them I like the dynamic with Orlam and Genzou because they still did kinda care for each other but in the same way if they would’ve been in like an actual relationship at least doing the Arcs it would’ve been very toxic, I think they kind of bring out the worst in each other at least if they were in a relationship.

I often see the two as those friends that have a relationship build on hatred.

They still do care for each other but the way they show it is calling each other names pushing each making fun of each other and not taking it too heart as much,or at least not showing that they do, but still end up standing up for each other if needed.

Wow that was a long yap.



And now for the 2nd part of my anniversary celebration... 30 Days of Our Wonderland! A set of silly and/or thought-provoking prompts about the game and chars for a full month of OW!

I'll be answering them each day. Feel free to join in if you want to! Either creating your own posts or reblogging this one, etc. I'll be using the hashtag #30DaysofOW for all of my answers.

[passengerseatsam]

haven't done wincest wednesday in ages, so here's a bit of my weechesters wip

Sam is ten when the seed is planted.

“Tell me about our house,” he says.

It’s a game they play sometimes, when it’s just the two of them, wrapped up in the backseat while Dad chases after some who-cares-what. There’s frost on the windows, a blanket of snow covering the hood—everything is still. Dad insisted on taking the keys, couldn’t leave the car running because it’d draw the monster’s attention. Dean knows better, though. It's not about the monster. It's about people. About how he should know better than to leave two boys in the car in the cold.

Dean sighs. He’d indulged him, the first time he asked. But Sammy keeps asking, earnest as anything. Dean doesn't know how to say no.

Sam curls up in a tight ball, kicking his sneakers off, toes wiggling in wool socks. He pulls his knit hat tighter over his ears, splotches of red on his cheeks. His jeans are frayed at the bottom, damp patches creeping up his ankles. He'd grown out of his winter boots this year, and complained when Dean tried to shove his feet into them anyway. Dean would rather Sam have blisters than trench-foot, but Dad told him to quit arguing—if Sam wanted to suffer, then that was on him. But that's never true. It's always Dean who has to sit here, who has to deal with it.

Round, shining eyes stay trained on Dean, waiting.

He bites his bottom lip, nibbling at dead skin. “It was big. Two stories. Had the white picket fence and everything. Swear to God. Oak-something, the street was called.”

Oakland? Oakley? Oakshire? His brow furrows, irritated that something so simple—a street name—slips from his memory. He used to know it. He remembers telling the nurse at the doctor’s office all by himself. His mother had been so proud. He knew the house number, too, but those are long gone now. He can’t even begin to guess the digits.

Sam’s pupils are wide, his breath fogging in the cold. It feels foolish to be telling stories about picket fences and manicured lawns. How did tales about werewolves and skinwalkers became more realistic? But the thought stings in Dean's chest, insistent as the frostbitten ache in his toes: Sam’s never had an address to memorize.

“The shutters were blue. The door was blue, too, and there was a little swing on the front porch. It smelled like cinnamon when you walked in. There was a hallway right when you walked in, and this brown rug where we always put our shoes. The kitchen was to the left, and the living room to the right. There was a record player in the living room that Mom always had going.”

“What’d she listen to?” Sam asks. He shoves his feet under Dean's leg, wet socks ice cold, but Dean doesn't complain.

He shrugs. “She liked all kinds of things. McCartney, Dylan, Buddy Holly.”

Not all of this is true. But it’s how Dean chooses to remember it. The smell of cinnamon, Buddy Holly spinning under the needle. It’s a memory that pushes him forward, keeps him focused, and now that Dad takes him on hunts sometimes, pulls the trigger on monster after monster.

Plus, it doesn’t really matter if it’s real or not. Sam doesn’t care. And even if he did, he’d never know the difference.

Sam nods, reverent, his eyes wide with wonder. “Go on.”

Dean does. He describes everything he can remember, and makes up the rest. The carpet, the wallpaper, where the furniture sat in each room. He takes Sam on a tour in his mind. Sam relaxes against the door, his shoulders slumping like his imagination is keeping him warm.

The snow is getting heavier now. Dean can barely make out the treeline beyond the thick barrage. It piles up on the window, tunnels their vision. He could roll the window down, brush it off—but he doesn't dare. There are monsters out there.

Dean checks his watch. Dad's been gone almost two hours. He'll be back soon.

"And upstairs," Dean continues, his voice growing softer as the cold seeps deeper into the car, "there was this long hallway with these weird diamond patterns in the carpet. Mom used to say they were like stepping stones, and you'd have to hop from one to the next to avoid the lava."

"Did we play that?" Sam asks, his eyes half-closed now but still eager for more.

Dean swallows hard. "Yeah, we did. You were really little though. I used to carry you, jumping from diamond to diamond. You'd laugh so hard Mom would come running to see what the fuss was about."

The lie settles heavy in his stomach. Mom never let Dean carry Sammy around unsupervised. He was so big in Dean's little arms, too heavy to do much other than sit in a chair and hold him, counting his fingers and his toes. It wasn't until Mom was gone that Dean started carrying Sam from room to room, hiking him up onto his bony little hip the way he'd seen his mother do. Dad didn't seem to mind.

Dean pulls his own jacket tighter, watching his breath cloud in front of him.

"Our rooms were up there too. Yours had these stupid glow-in-the-dark stars all over the ceiling. Mom put them up herself. She made all the real constellations. Said you'd learn them proper that way."

Sam's eyes open fully at that. "Really? Which ones?"

"Orion," Dean says quickly, because he knows that one. "The Big Dipper. And, uh, that one that looks like a W."

"Cassiopeia," Sam supplies.

"Yeah, that one." Dean nods, although he has no idea where Sam learned that. He frowns, watching as another dusting of snow starts to fall outside. "And my room had all these model planes hanging from the ceiling. It was awesome."

Sam hums contentedly, melting against the window again. "I wish I remembered," he murmurs.

Dean watches his little brother's breathing even out, the cold and the stories finally lulling him to sleep. "Yeah," he whispers, more to himself than Sam. "Me too."

He keeps talking until he's sure Sam is out, trying to convince himself that the car smells less like gunpowder, and more like cinnamon.

[eybefioro]

This is my first artwork for the FTH event! It's a stunning scene from @dbacklot99 fic, "Collapse". Highly recommend checking it out!!!

Thank you mods for organising the event, and thank you Db for this prompt 💛💛 it was such a gift to draw this and to read it!

@goodomensafterdark @fth2025fanworks

(time lapse and other ramblings under the cut)

AAAAAAAAAAAA THIS FIC IS SO GOOD. So sad (in a way that I love) but also so profoundly hopeful. It's LOVELY. And this scene right here is such a powerful one! A bit of a spoiler, so skip it of you don't want any:

The sun was dying. The sky above was red and ominous, most of it blocked out by the inflamed star. This was not as far in the future as most humans had thought; the life cycle of the sun was a joke the cosmologists never got. Aziraphale found Crowley, his black wings casting shadows on the sand, sitting near a faint mound where one could just possibly imagine a wall had stood long, long ago. He sat down next to him. “Crowley?”

Crowley kept staring up. He was holding the space between the sun and the Earth in a frozen pocket of time. “It'll be over soon, you know? Once I let it go, a few hours maybe and the sun will expand, consume everything, then collapse in on itself."

So, soooo beautiful. I hope I was able to do it justice 💛

I had so much fun playing with the colours here, testing stuff out, making the sun look angry. I really wanted the red to pop, and for that I put some purple on the corners, made the colours as saturated as I could... there's actually a bunch of orange there too, to try to give the sky depth (hope it worked!!).

There were many things that challenge me in this one (it was awesome!). I never drew a desert before, and gosh it is difficult. it's all about light and shadow do make the dunes look like dunes, and it was so satisfying when I finally saw the desert and not just a jumble varying shades of yellow!

I once again tried to do some funky stuff with the perspective, and once again wasn't that satisfied with it. It's better than my other attempts, but it lacks the oompth (lol) that I was looking for. I really wanted it look like we caught things mid action, like the "camera" was zooming in and we paused on one of the frames in between... lots of action and energy, with the shapes warped because of it and well. It looks nothing like that XD Still, I think the end result looks cool and I'm getting closer of being able to do that and draw epic-looking action scenes.

Because of my choice of point of view, Aziraphale was so hard to draw. I was sweating making him look right 😂 I really wanted him to look nervous wringing his hands, to be truly sad... and I'm really surprised that both their expressions are working! I'm really happy with that :D

Sad demon and angel :c

I once again have to thank Elen for teaching me how to draw WIIIINGGGZZZZZ. I have so much fun doing them... I still have lots to learn about them, ofc, but I feel like every time I draw wings following her advice they look a liiitle nicer, I get a liiitle better.

I'm beyond happy to be participating in the FTH event. Best decision that I took this year. Anyways. I'll stop rambling now. Go read Db's fic, it's awesome!!! 💛💛💛

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A few random headcanons I have

Gricko has a dangly earring made out of one of Hootsie's first feathers, from her first molt after losing her down or just her first molt under his care. I just enjoy drawing Gricko with the earring but according to Google owls molt when they are in good health and in safe conditions so aah.

Gricko and Gideon have a very brotherly relationship in my opinion, with the constant fussing and playing around that they do.

When Kremy and Gideon first met they weren't exactly buddies but Kremy managed to convince Gideon to work with him on stealing something (Gideon was already going to try and steal it anyways so why not), they obviously don't work together perfectly but they manage to steal it and get away after escaping the police or whatever guards. They stop running to catch their breath and Gideon starts laughing, loud, booming, genuine laughter, and Kremy is just mesmerized. Gideon realizes that traveling with this guy could be fun and Kremy realizes that this guy is just as crazy as he is. And so their partnership begins. I hope this makes any kind of sense :(

Your mind is a gold mine! I might have to borrow that last bit about Kremy and Gid for some plot…

ANYWAY

Gricko is a dad, he loves Hootsie and she is the center of his universe. Her first molt was something he sobbed over for weeks! she felt safe and well taken care of and she molted! He kept some of those feathers and wears them with pride!

Gricko is the closest thing to a brother Gideon has ever known. Gricko is like his older brother, with much more world experience and knowledge. But nonetheless willing to face it by Gideon’s side. Gideon and Gricko are more brothers than most brothers are

Kremy had no clue what he was getting himself into. Daring Gideon to steal a large coin purse off a merchant. And Gideon did, quickly forcefully yelling “RUN!” as soon as he’d ripped it off the guy. Kremy and him didn’t stop running till they were across the town. Laughing ensued, loud and thunderous, and warm from Gideon. He didn’t have a touch of flame to him yet but all in good time. Kremy couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was gorgeous and strong and smarter than he looked, and very very useful. And if Kremy hadn’t been as dense or if they weren’t on the run for their lives maybe he would of realized that there was a new warm feeling that pooled in his long cold and hollow heart.

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started playing splatoon 3 a while ago and these 2 have stolen my heart. octavio takowasa & craig cuttlefish<3.

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newest issue of first years fashion just dropped