#what is action painti

[baby-stay92]

Dirty Rhythm

Pairing: Idol!Chan x Fem!Reader

SMUT (MDNI)

Warnings: P in V, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), Semi public sex. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten any)

Credit: baby-stay92

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It had been a few days since you’d last spent quality time with your boyfriend, Bang Chan, he had been busy with the new comeback, and you had tried your best to be as understanding as possible, but of course you missed him immensely. Earlier today he had written to you, inviting you to come hang with him in the studio this evening. He had the studio to himself and thought it would be the perfect opportunity for the two of you to hang out. You hadn’t hesitated to accept the invitation, which made you giggle to yourself.

You were currently making your way to the JYP building, wearing knee-high socks, a tight mini skirt and a cute, low-cut, cropped top - you had picked the outfit well knowing that it would drive Channie crazy. You entered the elevator and gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before arriving at the correct floor. The doors opened and you made a right turn and walked down to the studio which was at the end of the long hall. You stopped at the door and took a deep breath before knocking twice.

“Come in!” You heard Channie call out and you opened the door with a smile instantly appearing on your face as you saw him sitting at the soundboard, wearing his classic ripped jeans and a slightly oversized t-shirt - as always he looked gorgeous!

“Hey honey!” You smiled and walked over to him, closing the door behind you. You leaned down to give him a kiss, which you quickly deepened before pulling away and sitting down in the chair next to him.

“Tease!” He said, scowling at you, but you just gave him a smile before biting your bottom lip.

“How’s the song coming along?” you asked and crossed your legs making sure your skirt slid slightly up your thigh. You caught him glancing down at your thighs before he quickly looked back at you, smirking lightly at you.

“It’s going quite well, if I have to say so myself.” He smiled and laid a hand on your thigh, before continuing: “But let’s be honest, babe, I didn’t invite you here to help me with the song.” He said and his smirk grew with every word.

“You didn’t?” You asked, acting all innocent, “Why did you invite me here, then?” You continued.

“Don’t act so innocent, love. We both know it isn’t the real you.” He said and grabbed both your hands, pulling you to your feet before guiding you to straddle him. You didn’t question him, nor his actions. Once you were straddling him, you locked your arms around his neck before leaning down to kiss him. He quickly deepened the kiss and soon his hands found their way to your ass. He broke the kiss and smiled up at you, before whispering:

“No painties, huh?” He said and dug his nails into the soft skin of your ass.

“I thought it’d be a nice surprise.” You mused back and kissed him again, missing the feeling of his soft lips on yours. You wasted no time and quickly moved one hand down his chest and all the way down the hem of his jeans. You made quick work with his belt and just as fast unzipped his jeans before pulling them down just enough for his already hard cock to spring free. You grabbed him around the base and slowly started to move your hand up and down, making him moan against your lips. You picked up the pace, causing him to moan again. He slowly moved one hand up your thighs, making its way to your wet centre. He teased you for what felt like forever, by purposely not rubbing just the right spot. You knew that he was doing it to drive you insane, and it worked - as always. 

“Please, Channie…” You mumbled against his lips, “Please don’t torture me like this.” You begged and he chuckled lightly before finally rubbing your sweet spot, causing you to moan in between kisses. After a while of teasing each other, you felt your orgasm built up and you knew that he knew it too. To drive you even more crazy, he moved his free hand between your legs where he let two curled fingers enter you, as always he managed to hit that blasted sweet spot just right. It took as good as no time before you reached your climax, making you moan loudly as you threw back your head in pleasure. You looked back down at Chan, who was smiling up at you, clearly looking satisfied with his work.

“How about we move this part to somewhere more comfortable?” He asked after breaking the kiss. You just nodded slightly and locked your arms around his neck once again, as he stood up, lifting you with him to the couch at the back of the room. He put you down at the end of the couch before grabbing you by your hips. He kissed you deeply again before spinning you around, making you gasp in surprise. He didn’t seem to care as he just pushed you to bend  over the armrest of the couch. You loved when he manhandled you, and he knew what it did to you. You felt his hands sliding your skirt up over your ass, making you blush a bit. You were always shy about your body, even though Chan had complimented your looks many times before. He kicked your legs open with a swift movement of his foot before slowly gracing your ass with his hand. You let a small moan slip past your lips from the touch, but soon a full grown moan replaced it as he slapped you ass hard, no doubt leaving a red mark.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” He asked in his low, growl-like voice, making your knees weak.

“I do, sir. '' You replied as calmly as you possibly could. You could hear him move around behind you, but you didn’t look back at him as you wanted to be surprised by what was to come. And surprised you were, as he slammed his cock into you without any warning. A loud moan escaped your lips and you quickly closed your eyes from pure pleasure. He didn’t bother to start out nice and slow, no he just went straight to pounding into you over and over again - exactly how you both wanted it. Neither of you had ever been much for slow love making, and it showed. The mix of moans and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as he made your legs feel like jelly.

“Fuck, baby! You feel so good around me!” He moaned through gritted teeth. After a while he reached down and grabbed you by your throat pulling you back towards him, making your back arch. You loved it when he choked you and this was no exception.

“Oh please, sir!” You begged, feeling the knot in your stomach grow bigger and bigger for each thrust.

“Please, what?” He hummed in your ear, only making the knot grow even more. It took you a while before you could get another word out.

“Please fill me up, sir.” You begged, “I’m so close!” You moaned as he somehow managed to pick up the pace. He was truly amazing in bed, or wherever you guys fucked, a bed was far from the only place you two had managed to screw around.

“So my baby girl wants me to fill her up, like the good slut she is, huh?” He said and you could tell he was smiling. You couldn’t get another word out, so you just nodded and he seemed please with that response cause with those words he moved his free hand down between your legs, where he quickly found your sore clit. He didn’t seem to care about your soreness, as he started rubbing circles, making you even closer to coming undone. Not many thrusts later he moaned:

“Together, babygirl. Let it go with me!” He demanded and with those words the knot in your stomach came undone making you moan loudly from pure pleasure. He joined you with a loud growling moan of his own, as he shot his load in you. You moaned again feeling him fill you up, and you knew instantly that you’d let him do it again. He pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, and zipped his pants back up, before spinning you around and pulling your skirt back down over your ass. He swiftly lifted you up into his arms, a smile proudly decorating his face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?” He asked gently and kissed your forehead, before making his way to the door leading the hallway.

“Sounds like a good idea.” You whispered and leaned in against his chest as he carried you all the way to his dorm room, where you both cleaned up before cuddling in bed for the night.

[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey, Paintbrush here!

Recently noticed that a few others at Hotel OJ have made some tumblr blogs, so I decided to as well! Welcome to my blog, all :)

I'm Paintbrush (they/them) and I've competed on three seasons of Inanimate Insanity! Season three just ended and I've just been chilling at Hotel OJ for a while. Not doing much else, so I'll probably be answering asks frequently.

DISCLAIMER: this ask blog has (unintentionally) become an au

if you want to get the full context, feel free to scroll down certain lore tags or check out the archive! -mod

Tags of interest:

#painty yapping: Paintbrush answering asks, sometimes used for reblog convos

#painty posting: explained here!

#misc asks: Asks that don't particularly have anything to do with a plot line

#bristle blather: Asks or convos specifically related to Paintbrush's bristles

#burnt-out brush: Posts where Paintbrush aint doing so hot... also includes the mini arc where Painty ran away and Backgroundy temporarily took over answering

#magic anon: Temporary events that can be applied on the blog

#rough sketch duo: Posts that feature both Paintbrush and Animatic (from Animatic Battle), Animatic usually played by @animaticaskblog

#backgroundy: A character introduced through a magic anon event, backgroundy is a friendly face on the wall that occasionally shows up on this blog. ....or are they? friendly i mean. backgroundy clearly has a lot to hide, and becomes quite defensive upon being asked about their past

#torch/inner flame: angry paintbrush? wrong! a completely separate character!! torch is a secretive and smooth-talking individual that possesses paintbrush at seemingly random times. also narrates paintbrush's actions

#flooding memories chronicles: Posts taking a dive into Backgroundy's obscure past!

#rediscovering fire chronicles: Paintbrush has an inner flame now. WHAT!!! oh just kidding theyre just possessed. hi torch!! whats your backstory?

#false contract chronicles: AAAAAA SPRINGYS HERE HES GONNA HIRE US ALL AAAA

#painty yapping and yapping: posts where Paintbrush rambles for an extended amount of time, usually not dialogue

#animaticified saga: paintbrush gets ab animaticified. that's it

#art imitates life chronicles: paintbrushs past wasnt ALL sunshine and rainbows... if only they knew what happened!

#backfire arc: paintbrush makes a terrible no good absolutely horrible bad decision. they suffer the consequences accordingly!

#still waters runs deep chronicles: torch and backgroundy FINALLY talk things over like civilized adults

#history repeats itself chronicles: another life has been created via m!a,,,, waow

#mod kit: Posts from the mod! me!!

hey, mod here! (vortex, he/they/she)

there are a few things id like to mention:

this is my first ask blog. in the history of EVER!! so pls be patient with me

dont plan on including ships on this blog! but i dont mind ship-related asks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ please just dont be weird or mention proships

like i said, dont be weird in the asks! please no nsfw or fetish-y asks either

dont be an asshole pretty please- i dont mind jokes and sarcasm but if ur only here to be a haterade pls leave 🥺

yall can do magic anons if you want! please try not to send too many tho 😁

i made the paintbrush asset myself! pls dont use it or steal it :')

i may not answer asks immediately so please be patient and dont spam or pressure me into answering! i may ignore and refuse to answer any asks if im uncomfortable as well

keep in mind some of what i say may be personal headcanons or made up on the spot! ill stick to canon as much as possible but if theres an opportunity to add a headcanon, ill likely do so

thanks for reading!

[n0rthernghostbat]

okay, polylights and their fave movie genres

paintbrush– loves those weird art movies, gets really snobby about it (secretly also enjoys romcoms but DO NOT TELL ANYONE)

lightbulb– big on comedy movies, also a fan of musicals, her joyous ass would love Disney (also secretly likes painty's art movies, thinks they're confusing, which is fun)

test tube– scifi 4 lyfer, she gets ideas from them (doesn't really /get/ comedies, she never figures out what the joke was supposed to be, also "why are they singing" frequently comes from her mouth)

fan– more of a TV guy but he LOVES mysteries and scifi and action movies and–

[softieekayy]

Pretty girl

Will Graham x fem!reader

Word count:1099

Requested by: @shawty-writes-a-little

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral m receiving, usage of slut, facefucking?? Probably some other things too. No proof reading , I'm sorry for the mistakes.

NSFW!! Minors, do not interact please!!

Will was a simple man who liked simple things really, you knew that, Alana knew that and even Beverly knew that. What you didn’t expect was for him to have pushed you up against the door of his lecture hall as soon as you entered. His knee lodged between your legs, brushing lightly against your cunt. His breath was hot against your neck as he spoke “Told Beverly and Alana you thought I was a sub didn't you?” His nose trailing the expanse of your neck and he licked a thick stripe over your pulse, your hands found their place in his chocolate locks as he replaced the licking in favour of sloppy kisses on your neck.

The hand that previously rested on your waist now crawled up under your shit and you shivered at the touch, goosebumps erupting where he touched you. His hand kept crawling up until it took your right breast out of the bra cup. Will chuckled as you grinded on his thigh and pulled on your already hardened nipple. The action made you let out a breathy moan eight Into Will’s ear, in return he bit you. You looked like a needy mess, hair tousled and Will could feel the heat that radiated off of you.

Will pulled back to admire his work, he had left hickies on your neck, violent purple hickies. You could see that he was hard, nearly painful as he hissed when you reached forward and brushed your hand against his cock. Without warning Will kissed you, it wasn;t like the kiss you’d expected from him, no this was a bruising kiss. It was urgent and needy. His hand stuck between your thighs and brushed up against your painties slightly, making you let out a gasp. He took the opportunity of your parted lips to push his tongue into your mouth, both of you fighting for dominance.

He won when he pushed your painties asideand dipped two fingers into your hot and very slick cunt. “Look at you, you whore, you're already so wet. I bet that if i tried i could just slip my fingers right in.” Will’s words were a warning enough but it still didn’t prepare you when he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole. You leaned your head back against the door and moaned, the moan was quickly silenced by Will when he put his hand on your throat, choking you slightly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us now would we, pretty girl?” Will hummed against your lips.

Will started to pump his fingers in and your moans were still silenced by the grip Will had on your throat. Will sped up and his thumb found your clit, circling it as he continued fingering you at a lighting speed. The once quiet room was not filled with the obscene sound of your wetness. It was when he hit that spot that made you squeal,Will figured that out and continued fingering you. This time scissoring his fingers inside of you. Your walls clenched around his finger and Will could tell that you were close. “Don’t come yet.” His voice held a warning tone as you were finally able to whine now, the hand that was once on your throat moved to your breast, pulling and tugging your nipple.

His mouth was hot and warm when he took your hardened bud into his mouth and bit slightly. your mouth opened in a silent scream and eyes rolled back when he did that, “Cum for me.” His words were more than enough to push you over the edge as you convulsed against the door, coming hard and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Will pulled his fingers out, stepping back and shoving them straight into his mouth, he moaned. “Pretty girl, you have to let me taste you next time.” His words made your thighs clench and Will noticed that. He took in your disheveled form, shirt pulled up over your breasts, skirt hunched up on your waist and the beads of sweat dripping down your neck and chest.

The sight was enough to make him groan, his own hard on hard to ignore. Will looked at you and cooed “C’mon pretty girl, show me what that mouth can do.” Your knees buckled at his words and you slowly inched over to the man, when you reached him, you got down on your knees, hands reaching for his belt. Will didn’t stop you, you undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You had no time to tease him today. As soon as you pulled his pants down his thighs, his cock sprung up, hot and heavy, riddled with viens and dripping with pre-cum from the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight and you wasted no time in licking him from the base to the tip. Will moaned at the feeling of your tongue on him. He leaned back on the wall and his hand found its place in your hair.

You put him in your mouth and took your sweet time, sucking the tip like a lollipop then deep throating him, Will was tired of your shenanigans and took things into his own hands. “You’ve teased me enough sweet girl, now I get to use you.” his voice was breathy and both of his hands tugged on your hair. Will wasn’t gentle when he began facefucking you, his balls slapping your chin everytime and you tagged on his length, not being used to someone as big as him. He continued to use you for a while until his thrusts grew sloppy and moans got breathy.

Will was close, so close, you raised your hand from his thigh to his balls and began to play with them, this pushed him over the edge as he came down your throat, hot and sticky with a slightly salty taste. He moaned, loud and needy when he came. Will pulled himself out of your mouth, hand once again on your throat as his voice commanded you to swallow. You did and he rewarded you by saying that you’re his pretty girl.

He looked down at you again, even more disheveled and out of place. Lips swollen hickies covering your neck and chest. It was when Will pulled you up and placed you on his desk that you knew you were in for a hell of a ride.

[klance-daydreams]

4, 16, 29 for the ask game! 💖

4: fave characters/subjects that's a poopyhead to draw

already answered! spoiler alert, there are a lot

16: something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

also already answered and it's doing a digital painty style (with different brushes than what i would normally use)

actually i thought of another one: drawing birds. i can do it, i just don't wanna 🥲

29: media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

usually any live action movies/shows and characters from books (dunno, i just need to see the characters stylized otherwise i simply just do not care to art them)

[twilighthiro]

So I thought up this AU before I knew Dimensional Links or Linked Universe existed and it’s been sitting in my writing app for.... years.

Now I’ve actually started writing it out.

if you want to create stuff for this, I encourage you with every bone in my body. all I ask is don’t ship the Links together.

Long post under the cut.

Links:

Hero of Time AKA Era: stoic and childish. physically seventeen, but still acts like he's ten. tries to be as mature as his physical age seems, but still jumps at new things. nothing fazes him. minor gremlin. the Smart Cookie in terms of The Universe and it’s shenanigans. if destiny was a person he would drown them and then burn the corpse and then erase them from history. mature innocence because he’ll make this ‘adulthood‘ the fun he would’ve had if he’d been a Kokiri. you get a flower crown, and you get a flower crown, and you get a flower crown, and you get a flower crown! EVERYONE GETS A FLOWER CROWN!

Hero of Twilight AKA Raven (subject to change): saw Pint, Sword and Era and adopted them. spends time sewing twili designs onto his cloak. can heighten his senses for a headache. eighteen. the walking roof. passive guardian. looks over at your shenanigans, does quantum math to decide whether or not you deserve being stopped, and then goes back to his book. the local low-commentary cryptid.

Hero of Minish AKA Pint: he's eleven. will fight the gods. sleeps hugging his hat, which has his sword in it. owns a music box containing the MC game over theme. loves finding the minish in the other Hyrules. tiny. carries a star pot. what do you mean he stabbed your ears after you talked bad about Era? Look at this innocent face!

Hero of Four AKA Sword: plays with his necklace and talks to his shadow. sometimes has headaches from thinking too many different responses for any question. fifteen. had two adventures thousands of years apart because the Four Sword didn’t want anyone else to wield her.

Hero of Legend AKA Legacy: he's sixteen. nigh-silent except with loved ones. seagulls are fav birb. plays with his rings and swaps them out often. mutters in different languages and mixes them up sometimes when he speaks. knows too many cultures and mixes them up on occasion.

Teacup: a tiny Hero of Legend sitting in Legacy's shirt pocket. can't sleep, and is the group's alarm clock. small like a minish, but is far more likely to stab you instead of help. angry traumatized ten-year-old with power. a physical manifestation of how broken time and space is.

Hero of Worlds AKA Brush: painty boi. hugs Legacy during the night. understands knowing a mirror of your face and not wanting to kill them. misses the Triforce Heroes hivemind. seamstress.

Hero of Hyrule AKA Warden (may change later): magic boi. snuggles with Brush during sleep. sixteen. bold introvert. uses sign language. Relic's magical medic buddy. short due to undernourishment. hypersensitive. lives in a luxurious cave. currently hunting the forces hunting him.

Hero of Wind AKA Gale: bright and talkative. fifteen. weather magic master. mercilessly uses his short statue to get what he wants. more of a sailor than a pirate but much more of a pirate than the others ever will be. planning on founding New Hyrule with Tetra. the short-term planner. may or may not chuck a tornado at you. abuses childish actions to get at information and sugar.

Hero of War AKA Conflict: spends his time trying out new soaps trying to get bloodstains out of his scarf. emotionally attached to Relic and Royal. Royal's battle buddy. strategist. sleep-deprived Common Sense of the Reunited Timeline Trio. the long-term planner. apathetic at times due to constant nightmares wearing away at his judgement. I don’t trust you. but I want to.

Hero of Steel AKA Spirit: trainman. doesn't know what a horse it. sees spirits. sixteen. has a master's degree in train. can summon the spirit train. has low stamina. who’s Hylia? who’re the Golden Goddesses? what’s the Triforce? I only know the spirits of good and I like trains. the only reason he doesn’t ride the spirit train everywhere is because the others won’t fit and he needs to up his stamina anyway.

Hero of Armies AKA Royal: uses sign, but can speak. registered Relic's existence and turned himself into his guardian. legitimately no sense of self-preservation. Conflict's battle buddy. eats rocks. very in tune with emotions and group moral and will keep it high. loves using spears because fast. speaks easily, but remains silent because the princess during the war needed something to stay the same.

Hero of Wilds AKA Relic: speaks often with the Ancient Hero resting in his arm. one of the more talkative Links. cooks. breaks weapons. surprises the others with how he overcomes obstacles without special items. him and Royal are glued at the hip. Royal's sense of self-preservation. aggressive when attacking physically, uses magic for support. emotionally disconnected from his memories and anything from the 100 Years Ago. (it took the Final Memory for him to realize that SOMEONE WAS SITTING IN THE CASTLE OF DEATH WAITING FOR SOMEONE DEAD and he went in the dead knight’s stead)

Chosen Hero AKA Cloud (may change later): can only relax if he's high off the surface. speaks to inanimate objects. plays harp. very tired all the time because he's always bearing the weight of Demise's curse and sometimes uses anger. the decision and peace maker. will use monsters for stress relief and loves smashing with the Koloktos Sword. may or may not have his hat on.

Ancient Hero: the hero of 10,000 years ago. slowly learning modern Hylian and teaching Relic magic. shy. prefers the night and crowded spaces. speaks often of Zonai culture and what the Zonai ruins were. has an appearace, but true appearance is lost. both tech-knowledgeable and tribal. not a leader type, but does have finely cultivated leader skills that he will use.

Fierce Deity: Termina's Triforce of Power bearer and God of War. lived among mortals for most of his life, and protected them against Majora, trickster Goddess of The Moon. slowly adjusting to life outside his prison. dark but not evil. guards his precious ones fiercely. socially introverted. often offers Era his power during battle, who rarely takes it.

Original Hero: the original Link. currently a spirit living in Cloud’s shield. tends to remain silent. no, he doesn’t know why he’s living in a shield. yes, he will kill anyone who touches his kin. slowly releasing his hatred of hylians. claustrophobic, which really clashes with how comfortable he is in the shield. knows too much about Lanayru (the dragon) because he was in change of protecting the Hylian Shield.

Outfits:

Cloud: canon outfit, golden circlet, purple royal crest sailcloth, hat occasionally disappears.

Legacy: canon outfit, (oracle games variation) canon hairstyle, (salt-and-pepper pink-and-blond) extra long bangs, seagull companion.

Lux: canon outfit, twilight-pattern cloak, (think Post-Timeskip Dimitri cape but clean and dark blue and fit for Lux) Shadow Crystal necklace, sword fitted at hip.

Conflict: canon outfit, bloodstained, white tip of hat, both shoulders have armor.

Pint: canon outfit, tip of hat is yellow and button eyes.

Era: adult Link canon outfit, Hero's Shade boots and gauntlets, FD mask is perched/glued onto hat.

Brush: canon outfit, (a link between worlds variation) hair is stained with splotches of green, red and blue, extra long sideburns.

Sword: green outfit, necklace bearing five wooden Four Swords, hat has red, green, blue, purple and black spiral streaks.

Gale: canon outfit, no hat, blue jacket/vest, Outset Island crest on jacket back, Wind Waker appears in random places.

Spirit: canon outfit, engineer's gloves and hat, everything has coal dust on it.

Royal: royal guard hat, champion's tunic, hylian trousers.

Relic: set of the wild, hylian trousers, Magic Hand, sheikah slate.

Wanderer: canon outfit, brown sleeves that cover hands, brown pants.

Interactions:

Relic is no longer used to open skies and fields; if he mentally crashes Royal will put his shield on his head. or Raven’s cloak.

Pint, Sword and Era all sleep with Raven and use his cloak as an umbrella/blanket/pillow.

Royal usually stays behind Relic, but often pulls him off the beaten trail because he saw something shiny or heard something.

Pint, Gale, Sword, and Brush stick together during battle, as Links of similar size. it doesn’t help that they formed similar battle styles due to fighting beings almost always bigger than them.

Relic, Conflict and Royal are a triad in battle, with Relic being support and Conflict/Royal being frontline.

Raven and Cloud teach the other Links the Fatal Blow.

Cloud sings/plays the Ballad of The Goddess to help with nightmares. at this point Conflict can almost do it better than him because he’s heard it so many times.

Conflict covers other Links with his scarf when blood splatters, which does NOT help his cleanliness.

Royal eats rocks. The younger Links find this hilarious (Era included) while the older Links chase him around trying to stop him from spoiling his appetite.

Older Links like watching Raven sew when they need to settle down, younger Links like watching Cloud doing woodwork when they need to settle down. the two things often happen simultaneously.

If it's that Link's Hyrule, you listen to what he has to say, regardless of his age or maturity. the others will make sure of it.

Gale and Relic go boating together, with Gale teaching Relic How To Boat without Korok leaves.

Conflict is an older brother to Gale and Era, and knows small things about many Hyrules.

When they're bored, they play either Get To Know You or Timeline Placement. They're slowly realizing that the timeline split and was put back together. Conflict realizes this first because he asked Lana.

Fierce Deity and Ancient Hero like talking to each other as old peeps stuck in one place, with Original Hero piping in sometimes. Links sometimes fall asleep to the sound of the Old Men Club talking.

Raven and Legacy bond over birds, with oftentimes the pair listening to Cloud rant about his loftwing.

Downfall Trio and Relic bond over post-apocalyptic Hyrule.

Gale and Cloud bond over not having a Hyrule and (eventually) Inventing Kingdoms.

Cloud and Relic bond over minecarts and cannons, with Pint popping in with minecarts.

If Relic and Rune are separated from the group, they cause chaos, which Conflict can sense and follow to their location.

Raven’s reputation as the walking roof is well earned by the fact that his cloak is everything proof. literally.

Conflict often takes night watch, since he knows he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway. he sleepwalks during the day, and uses himself as a doorstop when Relic and Royal cause chaos. (he falls asleep on top of them, they can’t complain)

sometimes Pint will bring out his music box and turn it on. it spooked the others the first time around because it was at night, but Era has made lyrics for it for when anyone can’t sleep even with the help of the music box.

giant fluffy canine pillow wrapping sad Link in giant fluffy warm thing = dreamless sleep. it works every time.

Legacy doesn’t dream much, but when he does it’s of Kohoint and he does his best to win the crane game. the items he wins appears in his bag, and he does his best to keep the island alive in his mind.

when one person (especially the quieter, more insecure ones) sings, the others join in, therefore creating a concert by accident.

Ancient, Cloud, Relic and Royal can hear Hylia from the Goddess Statues. for Cloud, he basically talking to an older version of his eventual wife.

Raven has a housemate; Illia. she’s staying in his place while she builds her own house. Raven needed to GET OUT of the village for a day or two. unfortunately, this ended up with him finding the first missing piece of his Hyrule.

Conflict has a magic storybook. it’s basically all of the adventures the others have gone on (besides Koholint) with his favorite is the Hero of Twilight’s tale. he’s having fun finding out what’s inaccurately recorded.

Hero of All is both Original’s title and the collective Hero Title.

Relic, Royal and Conflict share the Heroes of All storybook. the thing’s immortal.

Pint 🤝 Sword:

not being quite mature but naturally very calm and sensible unless you make them angry.

Era likes the Minish magic because then when he mentally switches to Child he can, indeed, be small for a day or so. and cleaning the spots in Lux’s cloak that Lux misses is being productive.

Want lyrics or need help extending a song? just ask Era!

all of them hear the Universe Music, and Gale loves finding the secrets in songs. (Temple of Time, Rito Village, In A House, Ballad of The Goddess, etc)

during walking they hum along to the Overworld Music. the only problem is when they’re in Relic’s Hyrule and they just listen to Legacy improvise.

Royal’s Hyrule does not have this problem, but still is much quieter than other Hyrules. Relic likes it.

There really isn’t a solid Leader, but Cloud can and will make the decisions, Conflict has taken over mentoring and battle plans, and Lux will keep the group in one place for an extended period of time. Everyone contributes, like Wanderer with his magic-sense, Gale with short-term plans, Relic with the sheikah slate forecast, Legacy with his experience, and so on. The co-leaders have their own assistants that can take over should the leaders be out of commission. Lux has Era, Conflict has Royal, and Cloud has Brush.

Cloud, Era, Royal and Relic have competitions about their giant swords and their skill at wielding them.

Lux’s pitch dark basement is strange with that weird mirror, but everyone feels safe plonking their stuff in there and Wanderer’s hypersensitivity tones down a lot in there.

As Gale is technically a weather mage, his at-will tornadoes make up for his size when he needs to protect his older brothers.

Cloud has simultaneously the calmest personality and the shortest temper.

Relic 🤝 Brush 🤝 Royal

understanding shopkeeper greed and haggling for the proper prices.

Royal has slightly better hearing than Relic, but Relic can recognize sounds that are out of the ordinary faster.

Legacy is the goldmine for nicknames.

Everyone is chaotic good with big servings of lawful good for the Links who can behave themselves (Conflict, Lux, Royal, Relic, Sword and the spirits) and neutral good for everyone else. Cloud is often too tired to cause chaos but will encourage it if there’s no decisions to be made.

The only one who won’t sass you if they’re annoyed enough is Lux, and only because he’ll use malicious compliance instead. Gale will chuck a tornado at you. If you SOMEHOW get Cloud annoyed at you (which is kinda impossible since barbs tend to just roll off him) then good luck staying alive.

Secrets and details of adventures are given as shows of trust, and eventually everyone has one (or more) other Heroes who know their secrets. It does wonders for those who can’t really hold in their trauma without stress.

Raven 🤝 Warden

the world being too noisy sometimes.

[draconicz]

Idk if this'll work for the ask meme you sent, but why not: poly bright lights! (painty x lightbulb x tt x fan)

Oh hecks yeah, this aught to be fun to try! I’ll do my best, thank you for the ask!

big spoon/little spoon: Paintbrush and Lightbulb are both big spoons, as Lightbulb is a huge hugger and Paintbrush tends to be unintentionally protective of their loved ones. Fan is a little spoon, he loves to be held in the arms of his wonderful partners. Test Tube isn’t really that big on close cuddling and would prefer to sleep in a way that lets her stretch out, but she’s willing to be either big or little spoon if convinced.

favorite non-sexual activity: Pretty much just hanging out, maybe going to explore! They’re such an adventurous bunch.

who uses all the hot water: Hard to tell. Definitely not TT, she takes quick showers. Paintbrush spends most of their time in the shower washing their bristles, which sometimes takes a lot longer than usual due to getting stuff into them. Fan and Lightbulb both take forever due to singing in the shower and playing pretend.

most trivial thing they fight over: There’s no way to tell, they argue over dumb things at least once a day. Not in an angered way, though; they just make no sense to each other sometimes!

who does most of the cleaning: While none of them actually enjoy cleaning, if there’s a mess, Paintbrush will usually clean it up; unless they’re having one of their bad days, of course, where the other three will refuse to let Painty do any work whatsoever. 

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: Mostly Fan. The others don’t watch tv as much.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Surprisingly, Lightbulb. She’s old buddies with the landlord and likes to have chats with him. Besides, TT is usually busy, Fan is too nervous, and Paintbrush is probably wrapped up in a blanket burrito in their room.

who steals the blankets: Fan. He can’t help it; he has a tendency to get cold at night, and he loves cuddling the soft blankets. Because of this, he now sleeps in between Lightbulb and Test Tube, where he’s always warm and is free to cuddle either of them.

who leaves their stuff around: Pretty much everyone, but mostly Lightbulb and Test Tube. TT doesn’t mean to and she’ll say that she’ll clean up later, but she’ll usually wind up getting distracted and forgetting all about it until next time she notices and the cycle repeats. Lightbulb is much more aware of her actions, saying that her stuff chooses to be wear it is and calling Paintbrush rude when they tell her to move it. She still moves it, though- to somewhere else it doesn’t belong.

who remembers to buy the milk: All of them, they take turns going to the market with a shopping list every other week.

who remembers anniversaries: Fan and Lightbulb! Fan has schedules set on his phone that remind him of events weeks before they happen so he has time to figure out what on earth he’s going to do, and Lightbulb just has great memory. Test Tube knows these things are important but always forgets about them completely, getting confused when the day arrives and then apologizing profusely for forgetting the whole time. Paintbrush has it marked on their calendar, but never actually stops to look at said calendar, resulting in them almost never even knowing what day it is to begin with.

Who cooks normally? Lightbulb is in charge of cooking on holidays and such, but on any normal day, it’s usually Fan doing the cooking. Paintbrush is somewhat of an assistant to him in the kitchen, fetching ingredients and reading recipes when needed. Test Tube would like to help, but unfortunately, she usually burns everything.

How often do they fight? Depends on what you consider fighting. Arguing in general, see above, but when it comes to actually being mad or upset enough to lash out at each other, it’s incredibly rare. Sure, Paintbrush will often outburst out of frustration, but they always apologize and are trying to learn to control it, and the others understand and accept that. When an actual fight does happen, it’s usually between Fan and Test Tube, and even those end quickly.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Paintbrush enjoys sitting in quiet places and either reading or sketching, or maybe just napping. As much as they love their partners, they enjoy having time to themself. Lightbulb will walk around aimlessly with Baxter, talking to him about whatever happens to be on her mind- which, half of the time, is her lovers. Test Tube will distract herself with work, jotting down pages of ideas and thoughts in a journal or tinkering with old machines that need fixing. Fan will distract himself with his phone, watching videos on YouTube or visiting blogs...and messaging the others because he misses them.

Nicknames for each other? Paintbrush doesn’t use pet names often, but when they do, they’re usually things like ��hun” for Fan and “babe” for LB and TT. Test Tube just doesn’t use nicknames, finding them too embarrassing to say and getting flustered when being referred to with one. Fan goes overboard with pet names, referring to the girls as “his queen” and “his goddess”, and to all of them as things such as “his angel”, “his sweet”, “his sunshine”, and whatever other sappy thing you could think of in a possessive manner. Lightbulb has a plethora of nicknames for the other three, seemingly always coming up with new ones on the spot, but usually refers to them as Painty, Testy, and Baby. Yes, Fan is baby.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner? Like with the milk, all of them, because they take turns paying every time they go out to eat.

Who steals the covers at night? Now that Fan doesn’t anymore, it’s usually Paintbrush taking them because they greatly dislike the cold, and their body doesn’t hold heat very well. 

What would they get each other for gifts? Test Tube is very personal with gifts, crafting them on her own with her S/Os in mind and refusing to give it until it’s perfect. Paintbrush will buy little things that catch their eye when out and about, usually bringing something home for the others if anything seemed gift-worthy. Fan isn’t very good at getting gifts for people and doesn’t want to disappoint his lovers, so instead he’ll take everyone out to go shopping and do fun stuff when he has the chance to so that they can all be happy. Lightbulb will bring dumb things back like pretty rocks or weird knick knacks on regular days, but when it comes to Christmas and birthdays, she always seems to know exactly what the others wanted. 

Who kissed who first? Lightbulb had kissed all three of them on the forehead and hands at least once long before their relationships became romantic, but the first real kiss shared between any of them was between her and Test Tube, occuring during a very emotional moment in the game when they were alone after Fan had been eliminated and Lightbulb had been recovered. Fan and Paintbrush had still been in the shy forehead and cheek pecking stage when the four reunited.

Who made the first move? Lightbulb, unsurprisingly.

Who remembers things? Again, Lightbulb. She may seem dimwitted, but her memory is unnaturally good.

Who started the relationship? It’s not entirely clear, but in a way, it was Fan. The group had been cuddling on the couch as the end credits of a cute movie rolled, and with tears in his eyes at the emotional ending, he covered his face with his hands and mumbled “I love you all so much”. The others were startled, but as they looked at him and then at each other, they smiled because it felt right. Kissing his forehead, Lightbulb took initiative and said “We love you too, bud.”

Who cusses more? Out of the four of them, Paintbrush cusses the most, their daily vocabulary crude and much cruder when angered. Lightbulb casually cusses all the time, unless she’s around children; their innocence is pure and she adores that. Test Tube cusses about as much as Paintbrush, but only when she’s alone; she doesn’t like to do so around others. Fan only cusses out loud when he’s caught off guard or panicking, but he does casually cuss online.

What would they do if the other was hurt? Paintbrush and Test Tube would try to calm them down while taking care of them themselves, or taking them to someone who can if they can’t. Lightbulb focuses more on trying to make them feel better while calling for someone else to actually help them, telling them jokes and being there for them. Fan just panics and immediately calls an ambulance.

[fandomqueen74]

Wishes

Requested: a fic where kylo worships your body and is kind of submissive?

Kylo Ren x Reader

SMUT, this has no plot, you know what this is. Don’t read if under 18 please!

“Stay down” (Y/n) points the end of her staff at the center of Kylo’s chest. He lays on the mat, the wind knocked out of him slightly as he stares up at (y/n) through his mask. Kylo shifts slightly, his free hand grasping (y/n)’s ankle. “I said” (Y/n) smacks his hand with her staff, before tossing it to the side. “Stay” (Y/n) kneels down on his chest. Half her wait on him, the other on her foot balancing her with the floor. She grips Kylo’s wrists in both of her hands, pinning them to the ground. “Down”

“Enough (y/n), return to your quarters, you are done for the day. Good job” The Supreme Leader waves his hand and (Y/n) immediately stands up. Nodding to him. The Supreme Leader then also dismisses Kylo, a few words of disappointment before praising his training of (y/n). (Y/n) waits just outside the chamber for Kylo and falls behind him as soon as he is in the hall. They both walk to Kylo’s quarters in silence. As soon as the door of his room shut behind them (y/n) breaks into a smile, practically bouncing around the room.

“Did you hear that Kylo? The Supreme Leader told me good job! He actually said those words!” Kylo slowly takes off his helmet and cap. The ghost of a smile on his lips as he watches (y/n).

“I know, I was there. I was the poor sap you were beating up on” He continues to take off his armor as (y/n) sits down on the large black bed, the thought of taking her armor off right now far and away out of her mind.

“You could have gotten out of it if you wanted” (Y/n) watches as Kylo tosses his shirt in a pile with his armor. All that remains is a pair of dark pants, his boots neatly placed next to the door. This was always the first thing Kylo did as soon as he came back. It was routine and this way he no longer had to be the threatening monster he was for everyone else.

“But then you wouldn’t have received the praise you deserved” Kylo smirks now, walking over to (y/n) sitting down next to her. “I see the way your eyes light up when you’re praised. I wonder…” His hand rested on (y/n)’s knee, his thumb pressing small circles just under her armor.

“Did you enjoy towering over me (Y/n)? I know I did” Kylo’s lips brushed lightly against (y/n)’s neck. His teeth coming out to nip lightly at her sweet spot. It sent multiple shivers running up and down her spine.

“You’re probably tired (y/n), let me help you out of your armor and into a shower” Kylo pressed a kiss to (y/n)’s neck before moving to kneel between her legs in front of her. (Y/n) kept her lips pressed together tightly. It was rare to see Kylo take his time with (y/n). Usually everything was fast and rough with him, especially after training. The one time he had been slow and gentle with her had been one night, in the middle of a night, when she had woken him up from a nightmare. He hadn’t even let her turn on the light but that didn’t stop her from being able to taste his salty kisses that night.

“I need a yes (Y/n)” (Y/n) snapped back to the moment the minute he said her name. She looked at him, she could see the fire behind his eyes and she knew tonight she would not be burned from the heat of his kiss, but rather boil over from the tension simmering from him.

“Yes” The word hung in the air for a moment before Kylo got to work. Just as meticulous as he was with his own armor he began with (y/n)’s armor. Once the outside armor was removed he began exposing her skin, kissing every inch he exposed.

“Beautiful” (Y/n)’s shirt was off and tossed next to Kylo’s.  “Magnificent” Kylo unclipped her bra, discarding it just as quickly. “Strong” (Y/n)’s pants came off, leaving her in just her panties as Kylo growled out one more word. “Mine”

“No” (Y/n) stopped Kylo’s hands, grabbing his wrists.

“No?” He looked up at (y/n), confusion in his features. (Y/n) stood up, pulling Kylo with her. He towered over her, but she was not intimidated.

“Tonight, I’m in control. Tonight you’re mine” (Y/n) grabbed Kylo's pants, pushing them down before turning so his back was to the bed. 

“As the lady wishes” Kylo smirked, stepping back out of his pants, his legs hitting the edge of the bed.

“On the bed” (Y/n) pushed Kylo down, forcing him onto his back. He crawled back until he was fully on his bed as (y/n) climbed on top of him. She hovered above him, admiring his physique before pulling him into a kiss. One of her hands snaked behind his head, supporting him as she kissed him. The slow and steady pace was now abandoned for a mad grab of power as Kylo’s tongue demanded entrance into (y/n)’s mouth. (Y/n) let him, but soon her tongue battled him for control. The pair began panting and (Y/n) pulled back. Her body was on fire and she needed more. 

“Grab me” Kylo’s hands flew to (Y/n)’s sides, gripping her hips and pulling her down to grind against her. He began kissing her neck, wet sloppy kisses that left her skin burning. (Y/n) sighed now grinding her hips into Kylo feeling his hard erection pushing against the thin cloth of his boxers. The friction was blissful, but not enough. (Y/n) gripped Kylo’s shoulders and flipped him on top of her. 

“Touch me” Kylo’s fingers expertly went to (y/n)’s swollen lips, his thumb rubbing against her clit causing her body to jolt and a moan escape her lips. A moment later one of Kylo’s long fingers slipped into her, slowly pumping in and out of her. (Y/n) gripped the sheets. The anticipation of it all is almost as sweet as the actual action itself. A second finger joined the first and Kylo did not slow down. (Y/n) twisted and squirmed in his grip, the feeling of a knot already forming in her.

“Mmm, what does the lady want? Say it” Kylo licked his lips. Even if (y/n) was the one currently lost in bliss he still wanted her in charge. He loved seeing her take control.

“You” (Y/n) moaned, her fingers shaking as she pulled at the hem of his boxers in a feeble attempt of trying to get him to take her fully.

“I’m right here” Kylo chuckled darkly, moving his hand away from (y/n), pulling off her painties as he did so. (Y/n) propped herself on her elbows, trying to blink back the fog that had slowly been forming on her mind.

“I want you in-n me. Now” (Y/n)’s voice shook, but she managed to pull off Kylo’s boxers as he laid down next to her, pulling her into his lap.

“As the lady wishes” Kylo slowly guided (y/n) onto him allowing her to once again take control. Kylo stretched (Y/n) deliciously, eliciting a moan from both of them once he was fully sheathed. Then (y/n) began rolling her hips, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of him. Kylo growled wanting more, but (y/n) grabbed his wrists, setting them above his head.

“I’m in control” (Y/n) began bouncing up and down Kylo’s cock. The slap of skin and slurch of her impossibly wet pussy are the only noises in the room next to their heavy breathing. It didn’t take long before (Y/n)’s body tumbled over an orgasim as she leaned forward. Kylo bent his knees, now pistoning his hips into (y/n). The change in angle and pace cause (y/n) to moan loudly, her face inches above Kylo’s. (Y/n) kissed Kylo’s lips and his thrusts started to become sloppy.

“I’m going to cum (y/n), where, where do you want me to cum?” Kylo kissed (y/n)’s neck, his thrusts slowing slightly, but not being any less harsh.

“In me” (Y/n) breathed out, rocking back into a sitting position as she chased Kylo’s high. She wanted to make him feel good in any way she could. It only took a few thrusts and he pushed over the edge. His hot cum filled her up quickly. She collapsed onto him, both of them spent and truly tired, but happy.

“I think you said something about a shower?”

“As the lady wishes”

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 2: Thriller •

A/n: I apologize for the possible spelling errors from the Torah scene. They didn't have it in the subtitles so I borrowed from the original script for authenticity, so I apologize for any incorrect information or spelling. Reader's scene is inspired by a scene from the conjuring cause I am unoriginal af and I am a fool for making myself do this since I hated that movie and how it stressed and scared it made me but hey it was writing inspiration so yeah. Anyways, spooky chapter ahead :( Eddie + reader content coming soon!

     "He thrusts his fists against the p-posts,"

     Anyone who knew Bill well knew of his pride in his bike, Silver. Countless times had he been found barreling down the streets on his pride and joy at impossible speeds, crying out in joy.

     "Hi-yo Silver, away!"

     Now was not one of those times. Currently, Bill was descending Jackson St. wheeling Silver alongside him as he practiced the tongue twister his mother taught him, as an exercise for his stuttering. He was never quite able to make it all the way through, but that never stopped him from trying.

     "The thrusts his fist against the p-po-" He shook his head angrily, licking his lips. "Shit!"

     At that moment, he had reached the familiar scene of his driveway. One of the garage doors, he noticed, was open. His dad must be woodworking, he presumed. Sure enough, when he parked his bike in the usual spot, his dad was waiting for him. He took his eye goggles off and turned around, facing away from his current woodworking project.

     "Need some help?" He offered, walking into the garage. "I-I-"

     "I thought we agreed." His father sighed.

     Bill's stomach dropped. He looked to his makeshift model of the sewer system he had created. It was made from borrowed parts of his hamster's tunnels, with two accompanying bins representing different areas of the town.

     "Before you say anything-"

     "Bill,"

     "Just let me show you something first." He insisted, walking towards the model. 

     He eagerly picked up the little green toy soldier, dropping it into the tube labeled Witcham. He grabbed the hose that was still in place from his last attempt and stuck it in the tube, turning it on. The little army man clinked and thunked down the tubes, finally popping out into the other end and into the bin labeled THE BARRENS.

     His father watched unimpressed.

     "The Barrens," Bill urged. "I-I-It's the only place th-that Georgie could have ended up."

     "He's gone, Bill."

     "But if the storm swept Ge-Georgie in, we should have gone--"

     His father snapped, standing to his feet suddenly and his voice grew in volume.

     "He's gone! He's dead!"

     Bill swallowed the lump forming in his throat, and failed to meet his father's eye as he was scolded.

     "He's dead! There is nothing we can do! Nothing!"

     Bill was feeling his hope and happiness being torn down all over again, and his father's voice lowered into a spiteful venom.

     "Now take this down before your mother sees it," He walks over to the blueprints of Derry tacked to the wall, and angrily takes it down. "Next time you want to take something from my office..."

     He fitfully folds the poster, refusing to look his son in the eye, and storms out of the garage.

     "ask."

     Bill looked sadly at his hamster, who was climbing the walls of the cage.

     "Guess you get your t-tunnels back,"

×××

     Mike Hanlon speeds down the road on his bike and into the edge of town. He was making his usual delivery to the butcher, one of his many jobs on his grandparents' farm. It was a warm evening, which made for a nice trip into town. He sped along the main streets, making his way through the familiar turns to the butcher.

     He reached the butcher's and he dismounted his bike, ready to unload the packages of meat for his delivery. That was until he heard the hoots and hollers of the familiar Bowers gang cruising down the street.

     His nerves spiked and Mike sprang into action, quickly grabbing his bike and running him and the bike into the safety of the alley. Bowers always had a knack for finding Mike on his trips through town, and every time he would terrorize the poor boy, spitting racial slurs at him, or worse. Sometimes he would have to come home to his grandparents with injuries he would have to explain. Bowers was as bad as they come and his grandfather was right about people like him.

     As he hid himself and his bike behind a junk pile in the alley, watching the car cruise by slowly on the street, he was brought back to the conversation he and his grandfather had had.

     "There are two places you can be in this world," He said. "You can be out here like us, or you can be in there, like them,"

     He was pointing to the pen stocked with sheep, and Mike felt queasy from the fate of the animals, but knowing truth rang in his grandfather's words.

     "You waste time hemming and hawing, and someone else is gonna make that choice for you. Except you won't know it until you feel that bolt between your eyes."

     Mike saw the blue Trans Am pass the outer street and he exhales in relief.

     "Oh, Jesus."

     Still panting heavily, trying to calm his racing heart, he walks his bike to the end of the alley. He leans his bike against a nearby dumpster, back facing the door of the butcher's, and begins unloading packages of meat.

     He hears a soft growl accompanied the rattling of chains behind him. Quickly, he turns to face the door, curious. He sees the old dirty - or was it singed? - door attempting to swing open. It only opens a crack, the chains on the handle preventing it from opening. And did Mike smell smoke?

     Nevertheless, his eyes never left the door, and his breathing never slowed. He was appalled and horrified to suddenly hear the voice of his mother, or at least who he thought sounded like his mother.

     "Mike!" She screamed.

     Mike flinched, his heart pounding horribly fast. It ached to see the familiar scene before him, just as vivid as he had remembered. Charred hands slipped out from behind the door, clawing at the pavement desperately.

     "Hurry, son!" His father.

     "Help! It burns!"

     Still frozen in terror, Mike steps forward hesitantly, ready to reach the door. Hands are still clawing at the brick wall, scratching the charred door.

     Smoke unfurled from the cracks of the door, the hands retreated. Mike took a step back and the door swung open suddenly. He could hear the rattling of chains once more, and the boy frowned at what he saw. Behind the door was a dark room, the only source of light came from behind the freezer strips to the meat cooler. He could see the outlines of the meat hangers and the many figures of the deceased animals.

     Mike heard the bleating of sheep and metal clanging. Suddenly, a figure hanging in the freezer moved, looking up at him. It was a long lanky figure, everything but it's head limp. It was a distorted figure of a man. He could have sworn it looked almost like a clown.

     The figure twirled around on the chains it hung from. It was now facing Mike, who watched frozen in fear, shaking violently. It stared at Mike, two glowing yellow lights emitted from where its eyes should be. It waved its long slender arm, it's movements stiff and forced, like a marionette puppet.

     The loud and sudden revving of an engine brought Mike out of his daze. Mike jumped frantically, barely missing the Trans Am by inches. Unable to catch his footing, he landed on a pile of cardboard near the dumpster. The car came to a sudden stop, rock music blaring from the radio. In the front seat was Belch Huggins, and a livid Henry Bowers stood on the passenger's seat and popping out of the open sunroof.

     "Stay the fuck outta my town!" He roared, veins bulging from his forehead neck, spit flying.

     He flicked his cigarette at Mike who flinched, and the car roared to life and sped away. Mike stayed on the ground, still panting heavily from the intense encounters. 

     "Mike?"

     He looked up to the open door, the familiar face of the butcher stepping through the side of the building where the clown once was. He was cleaning his knife, blood stained his apron. He looked at Mike in concern.

     "Are you okay?"

×××

     Inside the Derry Synagogue, Stan Uris reads from the Torah, rehearsing. His father, the rabbi, is pacing above him, waiting for a screw up.

     "Baruk atah Adonai, eloheynu meleek,"

     "Melehk. Start again"

     "Baruk atah Adonai, eloheynu malehk... malehk... "

     "Ha'olam..."

     "Ha'olam, Asher bahkar Mikal..."

     "Banu Mikal! You're not studying Stanley. How's it gonna look? The rabbi's son can't finish his own Torah reading. Take the book to my office. Obviously, you're not using it" he spits.

     Stanley closed the book, sighing. He timidly made his way to his father's office and opened the door. With the book clutched to his side, he brought his other hand up to the side of his face, blinding himself from the painting that always made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

     And yet Stan was still able to see the crooked frame on the wall, just as crooked as the woman in the painting itself. Everything about the woman in the painting made him uneasy. Her unnatural elongated neck, and her claw-like fingers that wrapped around the flute. Her eyes were uneven and they were a blank milky white.

     It's silly, Stan told himself, it's just a painting. Just a stupid painting. He stepped forward, trying to calm his racing heart. He exhaled, placing the book under his arm and straightened the painting. See? Nothing bad happened.

     He gladly walked away to the bookshelf at the end of the room, though he couldn't shake the adrenaline that had accumulated in his system. He placed the book on the shelf, and-

     SMACK!

     Stan could hear his blood pumping in his ears and he slowly turned around. The painting face down on the floor. The lights flickered with an obnoxious buzz, matching the rapid beat of his heart. Stan gulped, picking up the large frame and hung it carefully back in place on the wall. He stared at the painting, his heart in his throat and his stomach churned.

     He took a few frightened steps back, panting heavily as he tried to comprehend the now blank painting before him. The woman was gone.

     His breathing picked up, he couldn't believe his eyes. Stan whirled around when he heard the office door creak open. But it had stopped moving. Suddenly, Stan felt as if he was being watched.

     Stan felt chills run down his spine and his skin pricked. It's too quiet, he thought. Right on cue, something dropped to the ground suddenly, and a dark looming figure unknowingly behind him. A figure with a long unnatural elongated neck, and long talon-like fingers. His lungs constricted, he gasped for breath that struggled to enter his lungs, he shakily turned around.

     Out of the shadows came the woman, towering over him, smiling an unnaturally large smile, showing rows of several sharp teeth. A shaky scream erupted from Stan's throat and he fled, slamming the door to the office and never looked back.

×××

     Night had fallen and Beverly and Y/n lay passed out next to one another in front of the Y/n's television set. They were both snuggled up under a shared blanket in the middle of Y/n's living room. The room was silent, apart from the soft and muffled voices coming from the TV. The alternating hues and shades casting from the TV and onto the sleeping form of the girls was the only source of light.

     Laughter from the on-screen audiences echoed in the otherwise silent living room, and Y/n stirred awake. She didn't have to open her eyes to know the TV screen was bright. Soft hues were peeking through her eyelids and she sighed quietly, knowing she had to get up from her spot and turn it off. She sat up slowly, cautious not to move too much and wake Beverly.

     She gently pulled the blanket off her form and it wasn't until her legs were exposed had she realized how hot she had become. Her apartment didn't have the best air conditioning, and summer nights like these made getting comfortable no easy feat. She tiptoed across the room and bent down to switch off the TV. The room was now eerily silent, and she could hear a slight ringing in her ears. She froze when she heard a soft rustling come from Beverly, who stirred in her sleep.

     A brief moment passed as Y/n prayed silently that she hadn't woken Bev up. When nothing happened, she visibly relaxed. Her eyes were still very much heavy from sleep, she trudged back to her spot on the floor, and laid down underneath the blankets.

     She breathed contently at the feeling of her chilled pillow as it met her heated cheeks. Her feet wiggled their way out from under the blanket subconsciously for air, the thin blanket clinging to her sweaty legs. She mentally thanked her past self for opting for her shorts over her long pajama pants. She nuzzled her head gently into the plump cushion and felt sleep blanket her conscious.

     Y/n was eased in and out of sleep like the tide wading up the sand before slinking back out. She was unaware of how much time had passed, but at one point she became aware of Beverly kicking her leg. She frowned, ignoring it, figuring she had done it accidentally.

     She felt the groggy fog of sleep wash over her brain once more. Until she felt a tug on her exposed foot. She frowned, moving her leg away, growing cranky.

     Y/n groaned in protest, a pouty look contorting her face, her eyes still glued shut.

     Another tug.

     "Knock it off, Bev," she whined into her pillow.

     Another tug.

     "Jesus, Bev, I mean it! I'm trying to sleep" she groaned louder.

     No reply. That's when Y/n realized there hadn't been any reply from Beverly the first two times. Not even a breathy chuckle or any sign that Bev had acknowledged her. Or even heard her. She opened her eyes slowly. Soft white slats of light that were creeping through the window was the only source of light.

     Beverly was right next to her, under the blanket, her back to Y/n. And snoring. She was fast asleep. She couldn't have done it. She frowned and propped herself up slightly to get a better look at Bev and she stared in confusion. She looked around the room, but she saw nothing unusual. Her eyes landed on Beverly again, her racking her brain for any possible solution.

     The next thing she knew, she was flung back as she was pulled violently forward across the carpet. Her head smacked into the floor rather harshly, and she temporarily lost her senses. She felt her stomach plummet and she gasped when she made herself peer up. Standing there, towering over her was an impossibly tall, slender figure with disheveled tufts of red hair poking out on all sides and a ghostly white face. Its large bulbous head was cracked and dry, like chipped paint and it was smiling down at her hungrily. It was a clown.

     She would have screamed but nothing came, she had no voice. She trembled violently in terror and she felt hot tears stream down her cheeks, she was begging her limbs to move but they all failed her. His arms were impossibly long, and they were twig thin. No thicker than a paper towel roll and they stretched down all the way to her leg, and he hardly had to bend down to reach. Her left ankle was captured in his thin gloved hand.

     The clown smiled, forming an anatomically impossible U shape, showing rows upon rows of teeth. Its eyes were completely black, save for two glowing yellow irises in the center. Y/n felt her leg grow damp and she realized he-it- whatever the hell this thing was, was now drooling on her, it's fingers still coiled around her leg.

     Y/n hadn't realized she was in pain until she heard herself whimper. Long sharp claws that ripped through his white gloves were now hooked into her ankle tearing her skin to shreds as he pulled. She realized she was slowly being pulled towards the clown inch by terrifying inch. Y/n flinched when she heard a scream until she realized it had been her own. 

     Beverly jumped awake in a frightened panic, looked everywhere around the room, but she found nothing but her traumatized friend.

     She saw her friend sitting up straight, slightly farther down from her pillow, shaking violently. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wide and bloodshot, silent sobs shook her body and her gaze was focused a million miles away.

     "Jesus Y/n, what happened?" She brought herself forward and wrapped her arms around the girl.

     "C-Clo-" But she was never able to finish her sentence.

     She collapsed into sobs, still shaking with fear. Beverly's heart broke as she cradled her. She gently swayed her, rubbing her hand up and down Y/n's arms soothingly.

     Beverly felt her shoulder grow damp from Y/n's tears but she didn't care. She just continued to try and soothe her best friend. Y/n flinched at just about every move Bev made, and her heart broke more, understanding more than anyone, and Bev tried not to move too much.

     Beverly sat comforting her friend for the better half of an hour. Finally, her sobs had died down, but her eyes were still wide, still very much alert form the horrifying encounter. She sniffled, nuzzled into her friend's arms, and occasionally Bev's long red hair tickled her nose and she'd sniffle.

     Beverly finally spoke up in a gentle whisper. "Do you want to talk about it?"

     She felt Y/n shake her head no, and she felt her shoulder grow damp once more.

     Finally, Y/n spoke, her voice came out in a harsh whisper, it cracked ever so slightly. Either her screaming or lack of words or some combination of the two had taken a toll on her voice.

     "Y-you wouldn't believe me,"

     "Of course I would, Y/n." She assured.

     It was quiet again, and tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

     "I can't..."

Bev sighed, hugging her Y/n tighter if that was even possible.

     "It's okay. I'm not gonna force you. Here," she gently pulled herself away to look her friend in the eye. "Why don't we turn on the lights and grab some midnight snacks from the kitchen and just talk, okay? I have a feeling you're not going to want to go back to sleep. Am I wrong?"

     Y/n shook her head no, and Bev smiled. "Okay, sounds like a plan."

     Bev rose to her feet and walked over beside the couch to the lamp on the side table and switched it on. Soft yellow light lit up the room. Both girls squinted from the bright light, both of them having gotten used to the dark. And Beverly tiptoed to the cent of the room.

     "Must have been some nightmare, huh?"

     Y/n went pale, her eyes fixed on something. She had tried to tell herself that everything she just saw was a figment of her imagination. She would have loved nothing more than that horror show to be just a twisted nightmare. And as Beverly had soothed her, calmed her and comforted her, she had almost begun to believe it. That was until she shifted her foot slightly and felt pain flare up on her ankle.

      Beverly was unaware of her friend's rising panic. Her back to her friend as she rose slightly on her tiptoes to reach the dangling metal chain for the fanlight on the ceiling.

     "Now, let's get some comfort food in you. I myself am craving some..." she trailed off, her eyes bulging out when she saw Y/n.

In the dark, neither of them had seen it. And Y/n had still been in such a state of shock, she forgot all about the pain.

     Y/n's sad and panicked eyes were fixed on her ankle. Another defeated whimper escaped her throat as she stared at the three long and deep gashes that trailed down her left leg, blood staining her [s/c] and the carpet beneath her.

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[inanimate-insanity-headcanons]

Here is the fanfic of nickel singing with a side of bickel

crow submitted:

 The show has ended a couple years ago, and everyone was enjoying themselves.

   Suitcase won, to manys suprise. After a while though, everyone though that she deserved it. She didnt even keep it; She gave it to Oj for him to use to run the hotel.

   How sweet of her.

   Everyone is talking and interacting with eachother. Nickel is talking with Baseball while sitting on the couch. Suitcase and Balloon are enjoying their time together, Yin-Yang is fighting. Everything is as normal as it gets here.

   Until theres a knock on the door.

   Some people turn to the door, mixed emotions all through the people who heard the knock.

   “Hey, Nickel? Can you get the door please?” Soap asks.

   “Alright” Nickel responds, sliding off of the settee and walking to the door. While doing that, another set of thunks come from the door.

   He grips the doorknob and twists quickly, but before he could pull the door open it slams into Nickels body, full force, and sends him backwards. Knife catches him before he can hit the ground, though.

   “Mephone what the Fuck?!” Knife yells as Nickel holds his head and groans in pain.

   Once Knife knows Nickel regained his bearings and isnt in pain anymore, he props Nickel back onto his feet. Nickel thanks Knife, who rubs his upper back slightly with a tiny smile.

   Nickel looks at the door to see Mephone in all his not really wanted glory.   A chorus of annoyed voices rupture from the past contestants as Nickel wanders, and sometimes stumble, back to Baseball, who gently holds his face is his hand and asks if Nickels alright.

   “im fine” Nickel mutters as Baseball lets out a relaxed but slightly concerned sigh.

   They both turn back to face Mephone as he nonchalantly basks in everyones annoyance.

   “alright alright i know i know… Be QUIET!-” Mephone yells while snapping his fingers, silencing everyone “-One question at a time please”. There is a cheeky smile on his face.

   “What are you doing here?” Soap questions, walking to Mephone. Mephones smile became more smug and nonchalant.

   “Well, i know how much you guys missed being in Inanimate insanity-” Mephone started.

   “No we didnt” Trophy interrupts, an extremely pissed off expression on his face. Mephone stared at him in annoyance, before letting out a short sigh.   “SO, i decided to have a challenge after so long!” Mephone finishes, a uncomfortably happy tone in his voice.

   Everyone either gasps or groans. Mephones grin quickly turns to a frown a everyone reaction, before, just a quickly, changing back to a smile.

   “Dont worry, its not gonna get anyone hurt, the challenge is actually pretty peaceful!” Mephone explains.

   “Whats the challenge?” Balloon asks, nervously.

   “Its a Singing competition!!” Mephone says. Everyone is suprised. Usually the challenges require people to do something physical.

   “I decided that the challenge would be easy, so here are the rules. And get into your season 2 teams and go outside!” Mephone says.

   Once everyone begrudjingly trudges outside and groups together, Mephone lets out a salisfied huff while walking outside himself, leading the teams to the stage where the old eliminations took place.

   “good! now, you much choose one person from each team to sing on stage.-” Mephone motions to the stage. “-theres no need for any coordinated outfits or dancings or anything like that”.

  "The other team members will be watching on the bleachers-“ Mephone quickly motions to the bleachers. ”-And.“

   "Who will be judging the performers?” Baseball interrupts, walking towards mephone with Lightbulb following him.

   “Yea Mr.phoneman!-” Lightbulb leans on Baseballs side. Baseball only glances at her. “Who will be judging our lovely singers”. She motions to the rest of their teammates, who are talking between each other.

  Mephone stares at lightbulb, annoyed at the nickname she used for him, before letting out a small hmph.

   “You will!” Mephone exclaims, motioning to the two of them. Baseball and Lightbulb both raise their eyebrows in shock, Lightbulb gaining a smile.

   “Wont that just let us use bias for judging?” Baseball asks, slightly concerned.   “Ive figured that out! if you guys use any bias or opinions while judging, like purposefully giving the other team a bad score, even if their great or giving your own teammate a great score, even if they suck, then your team will immediately lose!” mephone explains, pointing a finger to the team leaders before swinging his arm back so his side in a relaxed manner.

   The two people only look at the host and respond with a ‘okay’ before walking back to their respective teams.

Lightbulbs Pov~

  Once you and Baseball split off to your separate teams, you quickly begin scouring your fellow cast members to try and guess who has an absolutely spectacular voice.

   You cant choose who to sing so you play enie meanie minie mo to help you decide.

   Enie, meanie, minie, mo, catch a tiger by its toe…

   …

   And you are it!

   Your finger lands on Painty!

   “Heeeyyy Brush full of paint!” You beam at your tall friend, strolling over to them before leaning against their side. Paintbrush looks down to you, staring at you in slight suprise then gaining a curious look.

   “Can you do me a-” You make an broken ok symbol with your hand, “-Itsy-Bitsy little favor and-”

   “You want me to sing, huh?” Paintbrush chuckles. “Sure, i’ll sing”.

   You stare at them for a short while before grinning at them and hugging them.   “thank you!!!!!” You cheer, bouncing up and down before hugging them tightly. Paintbrush lets out a soft huff while smiling. You let the painter go.

   “I wonder who Baseball is gonna choose.” Paintbrush mutters to you, leaning down so you can hear it.

Baseballs POV~

  You scan over your team once again and sigh.

  Who do you choose?

   Nickel is amazing at singing but doesnt like singing in front of anyone other than yourself, Suitcase is far too anxious, Balloons voice is too high to be enjoyable, you doubt Knife will sing, Trophys an ass and you dont even want to talk to him, Soap will probably only sing the song she made herself, microphone will probably make everyone deaf, and cheesy will make puns instead of sing.

   You feel stumped.

   You decide to try your luck and ask Nickel to sing.

   You look over to where Nickel is and walk towards him quickly. He doesnt seem to notice when you stop right next to him, nor when you kneel next to him. Hes probably zoned out.

   “Hey Nickel?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his upper arm.

   Nickel goes slightly rigid under your grasp but relaxes when he turns and sees you. You take your hand off his shoulder.

   “What, Baseball?” Nickel questions.

   “Can you sing for us?” You ask hopefully. As soon as the words left your mouth, Nickels stoic yet curious face shifted to an annoyed pout.

   “Why do I have to sing?” Nickel complains, crossing his arms. You frown yourself and let out a short sigh.

   “Please?” You beg. Nickel looks away from you and lets out a hum. You hmph and think for a bit. Puppy dog eyes. They always work on him.

   “Nickel…” You plea. Nickel turns back to you and, as soon as he looks you in the eye, his pout drops as he stares into your eyes for a couple of seconds. In those seconds you can tell Nickel was struggling to not cave under pressure just by the, almost guilty, look on his face.

   “Fine! I’ll sing for our team” Nickel barks, quickly turning away from me and shutting his eyes.

   “Yes! Thank you!” You cheer quietly, engulfing his body into a bear hug. Nickel huffs, but hugs back anyway. Once you both let go, you stand up and turn back to the others doing their own thing.

   “If it makes you feel better, once we are done with this you can wear my jacket” You say, looking down to him. Nickel looks up to you with the ghost of a frown on his face.

   “I was gonna steal it anyway” Nickel verifies. You expected him to do that, so you arent surprised.

No Ones POV~

  Right after that interraction, Mephone walks to the two teams.

   “Have you guys figured out who will be singing?” Mephone questions, gaining everyones attention.

   Once the team captains both respond with an affermative noise. Mephone smiles slightly and calls for the two singers and the captains to come and meet him backstage.

  “So, here’s what you’ll do,” Mephone says, Mepad standing next to him patiently.

   “The singers go in alphabetical order, so Paintbrush will go first, and then Nickel.” Mephone says, pointing to Mepad. Mepad has the team logos, The Bright lights above the Grand Slams, displayed on his screen.

   “When the designated singer comes onto stage, one of the judges will ask the person what they are singing, the singer will tell what they are singing, and they judges will let the singers sing. easy, right?” Mephone Verifies.

   Mepad had cute cartoons of grey circles with stick limbs displaying everything Mephone explains.

   Once The four contestants give some sort of action to show they got it, Mephone starts again. 

   “The judges will then rate the singers performance based on how good the singing was out of a score of 10 each, so the highest a singer can get is 20 points. Understand?” Mephone finishes, looking at the four for verification. The four contestants all said yes.

   “Great! You will have until tonight to prepare for your performance. Dont let anyone know what you will sing.” Mephone says, waving a hand to dissmiss the others as he turns to talk to Mepad. The contestants leave.

   “soo… What are ya’ll gonna sing?” Lightbulb Inquires, turning to the other three people. Paintbrush snorts softly, Baseball laughs, and Nickel facepalms with a small, cute smile.

   “Lightbulb… Did you not hear what Mephone said?” Paintbrush asks, looking down to the blonde. They ignore the other two leaving them to be alone with Lightbulb.

   “MmmAyyybe??” Lightbulb says. She sways her hips in a playful manner before skipping to Paintbrush before they could get too far away.

   “You will have to wait until when we perform” They confirm, point a long finger and tapping Lightbulbs nose. Lightbulb giggles.

   All of the contestants talk amongst eachother, some conversations more pleasant than others, until Mephone walks infront of everyone and calls for their attention.

   “So, I gave instructions to the singers on what to do. All you guys have to do is wait for me to return later so we can hear them sing. You can go back to the hotel and do what you want, or whatever. Oh By the way, theres not gonna be a prize, since this is just for fun” Mephone says, waving his hand dissmissingly.

  The teams then start to walk, or run, back to the hotel so they can go back to what they where doing previously.

   “Im guessing you already know what your going to sing?” Baseball muses while turning away from his book, now sitting next to Nickel on the sette in the lobby.

   Nickel only responds with a hum while he sleepily leans against Baseballs torso.

 Timeskip cause im lazy ,_,

  It is just about time for Nickel and Paintbrush to perform. The two are standing backstage, Paintbrush is pacing anxiously and impatiently and Nickel fiddles with the strings of his guitar, playing a small tune.

   They both can hear Mephone giving a speech on whats going to happen in a couple of minutes, then the others chatting amongst themselves. Time seems to be passing a bit slower than normal, and soon Nickel zones out and Paintbrush sits next to him.

   “Alright, Paintbrush, Its your time to shine” Mephone says, walking up to Paintbrush and Nickel. Paintbrush quickly hops up from they seat next to Nickel, the latter snapping back to reality.

   Nickel bids Paintbrush a 'good luck’ as they walk onto the stage.

   Once Paintbrush is at the center of the stage, and their behind the microphone, Baseball and Lightbulb stop their soft conversation and turn their attention to Paintbrush. They feel a little more nervous, but they supress it quickly.

   “Hi Painty!-” Lightbulb perks up and waves.“-What are you gonna be singing for us tonight?”. Baseball lets out a very quiet sigh with a small grin on his face as Lightbulb kicks her legs back and forth excitedly.

   “uh, im going to be singing Little Lion Man by Mumford and sons” Paintbrush says, their nervousness slightly obvious.

   “Alright, you can start singing” Baseball says, sending Paintbrush a comforting smile.

   Paintbrush smiles back before the songs music starts playing. They wait a few beats, take a breath in, then they grab the microphone and start singing

        “Weep for yourself, my man, youll never be what is in your hea~art.

         Weep little lion man, your not as brave as you were at the sta~art.

        Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left.

      Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head.”

  Baseball leans forward slightly and Lightbulbs quietly squeals while bouncing in her seat.

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                        I really fucked it up this time, didn’t i my dear~?

                                               Didnt I, my dear.”

  Music plays and Paintbrush takes a few breaths. They messed up a few times, but their performance is so far really good.

    “Tremble for yourself, my man, you know you have seen this all befo~re.

            Tremble, little lion man, youll never settle any of your sco~res.

    Your grace is wasted in your face, your boldness stands alone among the wreck.

   Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck”

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

                                  But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt i, my dear~?

                                              Didnt i, my dear.”

  Paintbrush takes a deep breath as they survey the bleachers, taking a break before they have to sing again. Everyone seems to enjoy their singing.                                               

                                                   “A~h

                                                    A~h

                                                   A~H         

                                                  A~H!”

                         “BUT IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT MINE.

                            AND IT WAS YOUR HEART ON THE LINE.

               I REALLY FUCKED IT UP THIS TIME, DIDNT I, MY DEAR~?

                                               DIDNT I, MY DEAR.”

  The music stops. Home stretch.            

                                 “But it was not your fault, but mine.

                                  And it was your heart on the line.

                       I really fucked it up this time, didnt I, my dear~?

                                               Didnt I, my dear.”

  Paintbrush lets out a sigh of relief. The song is over and people are applauding. They relax and, put the microphone back into its stand. Paintbrush perks up when they hear Lightbulb talking

   “You sounded Incredible Painty!!!!” Lightbulb cheers, still clapping a few seconds after everyone else stops.

   “Thank you” Paintbrush says, rubbing the back of their neck.

   “You did great paintbrush! But i have to deduct a point” Baseball says, guilt obvious in his voice. “You sounded really good but you messed up a few times. Not too much though”.

   “well, ye, you did do mess up a few times, but it didnt really hinder your lovely singing, imma give you a nine out a ten!!” Lightbulb beams, holding up her hands, ond finger bent.

   “soo.. I got eightteen points?” Paintbrush asks, giving the judges a confused look. Once they give Paintbrush a 'yes’, they hum and walk backstage.

   Once they enter the room, Mephone turns to Nickel and motions for him to go onto stage. Nickel quickly gets up and hurries to the stage.

   Before anyone says anything, Nickel quickly lowers the mic stand to fit his height, letting out a small huff.

   “Hey Nickel! What are you going to sing?” Baseball asks, giving him a small wave and a smile while ignoring Trophys mocking comment about Nickels height. Lightbulb also waves to him, but she was a lot more energetic.

   “uh, Im gonna be singing Hallelujah by Pentatonix” Nickel responds, lightly rocking on the balls of his feet and strumming one of his guitars strings.

   “Alll Righty-do! You may commence singing!” Lightbulb Declares extending her arms as if she was presenting him something.

   Nickel nods before starting to play his guitar. After four beats of pretty notes he starts singing.

                                 “Well I heard there was a secret cord.

                             that David played and it pleased the lord.

                          But you don’t really care for music, do ya~?”

  Almost everyone stares in awe, most people gasping as well. Some, mainly the women, can feel their eyes tearing up. His voice is beautiful. Like an angel. Deep like his normal voice, extremely smooth and rich, lullaby sounding. It feels like a saint came down, straight from heaven, just to sing for them.

   Baseball only smiles lovingly.

                         “Well, it goes like this, The fourth The Fifth.

                                   The minor fall, The major Lift~.

                           The baffled king composing Hallelujah~!”

  A couple of the contestants who had tears in their eyes previously start sobbing. Mephone, Toilet, Paintbrush even Mepad, who doesnt have emotions, feels completely silenced due to how incredible Nickels singing is. Everyone feels the cant do anything; They’ve been completely mentally broken due to the gorgeous singing, unable to do anything else but stare in awe, cry, and mutter swears.                                               

                                                  “Hallelujah

                                                   Hallelujah.

                                                  Hallelujah.

                                               Hallelu~ujah.”

  Nickel takes a soft breath in, opening his eyes slightly to look at the ground. He shuts them again. After four more beats, He starts to sing again.

                            “Your faith is strong, but you needed proof.

                                   You saw her bathing, on the roof.

                        Her beauty, in the moonlight, overthrew you~.”

                                 “She tied you to, The kitched chair~!

                       She Broke Your Throne, And she Cut Your Hair~!

               AND FROM YOUR LIPS SHE DREW THE HA~ALLELUJAH!”

                                                    “Hallelujah.

                                                    Hallelujah.

                                                   Hallelujah.

                                                Hallelu~ujah.”

  Nickel relaxes more as he lets the song flow and the notes come naturally. Baseball seems to be the only one whos not paralyzed by the sheer amazingness of Nickels singing and just basks in the beauty of his voice, most likely because he has heard Nickel sing before.     

                                 “Baby I’ve, been here before.

                           Ive seen this room, and ive walked this floor.

                             I used to live alone before i know you~.”

                         “And ive seen your flag, on the marble arch~!

                                And Love Is No~t A Victory March~!

                      ITS A COLD AN ITS A BROKEN HA~ALLELUJAH!!”

  Nickel takes in an unnoticable breath.

                                                  “Ha~allelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                 Hallelu~uJA~AH!”

  Everyones eyes, minus Baseballs obviously, widen as some peoples eyes move to cover the open mouths, amazed at the sudden shift from extremely powerful to soft.

                                                                      “Maybe there’s, a god above.

                               But all I’ve e~ver learned from love.

                         Is how to shoot somebody, who outdrew you.”

                           “And Its Not A Cry~ That You Hear At Night.

                       ITS NOT SOMEBODY, WHOSE SEEN THE LIGHT~!

                     ITS A COLD AND IS A BRO~KEN HA~ALLELUJAH!”

  Final stretch. Nickel furrows his eyebrows as he gets more and more emotionally into the song.

                                                   “Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                     Hallelujah.

                                                 Hallelu~uJAH~!”

                                                  “HALLELUJAH!

                                                  HALLELUJAH!

                                                  HALLELUJAH!

                                               HALLELU~UJAH!

                                               "HALLELUJAH!

                                               !HALLELUJAH!

                                              !HALLELUJAH!

                                              HALLELU~Ujah~”

  After Nickels voice fades from loud to soft to nothing, the only noise left is the final four beats of the song. Everyone stares at Nickel, utterly astonished and unable to bring themselves to do anything but gape at him. The ones crying continue to sob.

   The only thing that snaps everyone out of their trance is Baseball clapping. Soon, once everyone comes to their senses, everyone else joins in. Nickel stares at them, concerned and slightly flustered.

   “T-That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!” Lightbulb cries, sobbing violently. Baseball glances and her, then back to Nickel with a concerned smile.

   After Lightbulb shouts, all of the contestants, minus Baseball, began to scream compliments about how amazing his voice sounds and questions along the lines of 'Why havent you sang to us sooner?’ and 'Can you sing to us more?’.

   Nickel winces and backs up with uncomfortable look on his face, trying to get away from the loud group of people.

   “uh.. I think you guys should quiet down. We need to give Nickel his score” Baseball says to the crowd, looking back to them with a concerned look on his face. When the crowd quiets down, Nickel lets out a relaxed sigh and moves back to his spot behind the microphone.

   “So..uh, what score did i get” Nickel asks, strumming his guitar quietly.

   “Ten! your singing is incredible!” Baseball says, happy and loving smile on his face.

   He turns to lightbulb, expecting her to say something, but he is met with the girl agressivly trying to rub tears out of her eyes. She stops after a couple of seconds, blinking with wide eyes, before letting out a relieved sigh.

   “Dude, bro, your voice is unreal!” Lightbulb exclaims, a large grin on her  tear stained face “-I would give you a thousand if i could, but sadly im only able to give you a ten”

   “Ok, i got a twenty” Nickel verifies. Before he can turn to walk backstage, Mephone appears, with Paintbrush, next to him.

   “The Grand Slams win! By two points.” Mephone announces, ignoring the suprised stares from the past contestants.

   “You guys can go and do whatever, now” Mephone instructs, waving his hand while walking off the stage.

   Everyone stars getting up and walking back to the hotel, some stopping to stretch their legs. Nickel and Paintbrush walk offstage, Nickel stopping to put his guitar back in its case. Some of the people walking back to the hotel talk about how stunning Nickels voice is and why he would hide it.

   Baseball waits for Nickel to come and walk back to the hotel with him. Once he sees Nickel quickly walking towards him, his guitar case strapped on his back, Baseball smiles and waves to him.

   “Hi Baseball.” Nickel says, walking with the tall man back to the hotel. Baseball responds with a friendly hello. They talk as they walk back to the hotel together. Once their both situated back in the hotel, and Nickel has put his guitar down in a corner somewhere, Baseball hands of his jacket, as promised.

   “I feel like i messed up when i let you convince me to sing” Nickel muses, not not moving from where he sits, leaning against Baseball while he read.

   “What do you mean?” Baseball asks, turning from his book in favor of looking at the smaller male in confusion.

   “Everyones probably gonna ask be to sing constantly.” Nickel mutters, furrowing his eyebrows, crossing his arms, and letting himself fall down so he is now laying across Baseballs lap.

   Baseball lets out an understanding sigh as he begins to run one of his hands up and down Nickels back, returning to his book.

  "Your singing voice is really pretty, so i wouldnt be suprised.“ Baseball says calmly, "But if it annoys you, you can tell them to stop”. Nickel flips onto his back and looks up at him. Baseball stares softly at Nickel and gives him a nice smile.   “Yea, but their just gonna ask why, and if they dont ask why their gonna say 'But you have such a good singing voice’ and other annoying shit” Nickel whines.

   “If they ask why or ask you anything like what you described, you can just tell them you dont want to sing. And if they keep bugging you then ill step in and Tell them that you dont want to sing” Baseball offers, opening his arm as Nickel sits up again, wrapping is around his waist.

   After Baseball says that, Nickel utters a soft 'Thank you’ as he relaxes and gently burries his face against the formers chest. Baseball goes back to reading his book.

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[that-one-paintbrush]

Hey torch and bgy?

Painty got possessed by lightbulb-

-jsab anon

WHAT?!

That is horrible, absolutely unacceptable! I greatly detest this action and I am dissapointed in anyone who would ever render someone incapable of controlling their own body. Possession is completely immoral and-

I GET IT! Good grief...

[agarthanguide]

i'm obsessed with klimt!jester and byzantine!molly, my gosh. what wonderful ideas you had for all of them! how long did it take you to settle on each inspiration, and what other ideas did you almost go with?

This is a fun question.  Here’s how it went (behind the cut because this got so very long)-

Caleb happened first, and without any intention of doing a whole set. I wanted to try to do Van Gogh’s coloring thing, and Caleb seemed like a really good target.  It was deeply fun.

Beau- Hey, I like this Caleb piece!  What if I do art stuff for all of the M9? I wanna try those long inky LIchtenstein lines!  And what could go wrong?  Surely this won’t extend to two months of extensive research and work!

Molly- As soon as I decided to draw Beau, I knew I wanted Molly to be some highly iconographic thing with glorioles and gold leaf and things.  I have a longstanding fascination with Catholic and Orthodox iconography and gosh do I love messing with gold leaf.  Early concepts included some Fra Angelico action (he does this thing where you texture the gold leaf to create patterns in the frame, which i find absolutely stunning.  This is also a Big Look in 17th Century Spanish polychrome sculpture, which I obviously couldn’t pastiche directly, but wanted to reference, if the opportunity came up)-

I also considered going a bit Russian.  Russian iconography has probably the most opportunities for adding layers of symbolism (it just occurred to me that I probably would have needed to find someone who understood cyrillic to make it work)-

In the end, I was paging through a book of decorative motifs and was reminded of the Byzantine mosaics in Ravenna, which are probably the most iconic of the form outside of the Hagia Sophia. I decided that I’d probably have lots of other opportunities to paint, and I wanted to try my hand at a realistic tile look.

Caduceus- I thought of Mucha straight away, but I really didn’t want to do it, because I had already seen it done several times, and I thought those other artists had done really well, and that the concept was a closed book.  The other big concept was Picasso’s Old Guitarist-

It’s got the lankiness and the stylization and I love the pose, but in the end I just really thought that Caduceus was more Art Nouveau than expressionist.  Also my brother was really voting against any pose that included a profile, because I had never drawn Cad in anything other than profile.  So that cinched it.

Jester- I never considered anything else but Klimt. I tried hard to think of something else, because my last two brain cells have just enough self awareness to know that Klimt is way, way above me in terms of pattern and texture and motif, and I was pretty sure it was gonna be too difficult for me.  It was, by the way.  I stopped long before I wanted to and didn’t include a lot of what I had dreamed of adding.

Matt- Following my fascination with iconography, I still wanted to do the heavily painted, loaded with symbolism and rich color portrait that Molly wasn’t.  I looked at artists like Ghirlandaio, Castagno, and Jan van Eyck (I never considered Da Vinci, his sensitivity is way outside my orbit), but in the end I kept coming back to Holbein, who really raises the bar on color choice and symbolism. I love that all his portraits seem to be set in plain or dark spaces, but are somehow glowing and mysterious. I didn’t have the guts to put in a deep, perspective-y background, but omg I wish- 

I mean I’m not a fucking wizard.  But holy shit look at that.  The notes and crap hanging off the wall all look like clues.  Like Sherlock Holmes would be able to write the whole life story of this guy.  It’s almost trompe l’oeil.

Yasha- First concept for Yasha was a Minoan fresco from Knossos-

If I was designing Yasha’s tribe, I think I’d go for a melange of Mongolian and Minoan, throwing in some Tibetan textile patterns.  I just think this looks so much like her, and also some other Minoan frescoes include insane levels of ritualized badassery, like Bull Leaping and young girls offering saffron to incarnate goddesses.  I just love it. In the end, I was worried that the relative clean-ness and simplicity of the lines in the Minoan style would make it look like I was giving Yasha short shrift.  This feels a little ridiculous to me now, but I had just come off three in a row that took more than ten hours. My next thought was the Book of Hours of Joanna of Castile.  The thought here was that some of the pages actually look like Yasha’s book of pressed flowers-

This felt like a totally winning direction to me.  As I researched illuminated books more, though, my concept started to broaden and get more stylized, and I just went with it.  I think it turned out okay.

Fjord- Fjord is handsome and iconic, so the ideas flowed easily for him.  The first and most obvious was a Fabio-era (read- 80s to early 90s) romance novel cover-

I didn’t go with it because the Tusk Love thing meant that a lot of other artists had tried it already, and many of them had done a damn fine job, and I didn’t think that I had anything to add. The next concept was David’s Napoleon-

Very solid concept, but two issues- 1. Most portraits of Napoleon are pretty standard, in the mold of, say, Holbein, which I had already done.  2. The horse portrait is awesome, but I think Fjord had only been on horses circumstantially.  I couldn’t picture him on a horse. He’s not iconically horsey, he’s iconically sailor-y.  I can’t confirm whether or not he had a moorbounde when I painted this, but I know I hadn’t seen any of those episodes, yet.  So. All of this dithering kept going until the DAY I STARTED PAINTING.  And suddenly pulp cover fell out. I love pulp art.  This is the second fandom I’ve done pulp art covers for.

Nott- Full credit to @essayofthoughts, who came up with the playing card thing right at the get go.  I wasn’t sold, though, and floated two other concepts. First was a Mughal Miniature-

The thing about these is that they are very often like little comics.  On one side of the painting, you can have the main character at a lake, picking daisies or being drowned or whatever, and then on the other side that same character can be picking pockets in a crowded bar.  There’s loads of opportunity for detail and symbols and fun stuff like that.  On the other hand- I’m not a goddam genius.  I could not have taken in the style and substance of Mughal storytelling and then just spit it out in a few short weeks and done it any justice. Nope, that concept was just too difficult and too far above me.My other concept was Millais’ Ophelia-

This one might have been amazing, but the second half of the 19th century was getting very crowded indeed, with Caleb, Caduceus, and Jester all having concepts from that era.  That and I wanted something more graphic artsy than painty to round out the series.  Beau was starting to feel like an outlier and I wanted to loop her in closer to the bunch, if you know what I mean.

Okay that was a lot, but I apparently had a lot to share.  I hope you found the unused concepts interesting, at least.  What would you have done, were you me? I would love to hear outtakes from alternative universes.

[shay-iamiam]

°Hands On°

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Warnings: Smut (Steve getting handsy.. and a lil more) 

Summary : Steve wants to take you right now in his truck. He’s thought about having you in multiple ways in multiple positions. But you say no...Until your begging for him.

A/n: This is a little random but it just popped up in my head. Steve behind the wheel of a big ass truck is such a concept to me. I’m getting behind it. I hope y’all enjoy this! 

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Teasing touches. A hand on your thigh occasionally squeezing your skin making its slow descent a little higher with each passing mile.

A nice summer night followed by to my glasses of wine and your favorite restaurant spent with your favorite person. The first night of summer and Steve was ready to take you out. He loved the sight of you in sundress.The way they hugged flowed over every curve of your body coming down to your feet.

The way Steve had been eyeing you threw out the night let you know that night would be far from over once you got home.

At first he placed his hand on your knee. The weight of his touch was comforting as you drove home. But then his hand skimmed a little higher with each pacing mile.

You had to admit you wore this particular sundress hoping to get a rise out of him. But you wanted that at home not on the side of the road cramped up in his truck.

You searched for your phone trying to find a quick distraction from Steve's hand creeping its way higher up your thigh. He wanted to have car sex. He tried to persuade you multiple times.

Really he wanted you anyway you would let him take you. But there was something about seeing you spread out in the back seat, legs stretched wide only for him to see  your slickness run down the leather seat's of the truck. Or you riding him in the driver's seat chest to chest. Your hands hitting the ceiling as he fucks himself into you. Only the dark tint of the windows concealing the both of you from the road.

His grip on your thigh tighten at the thought of having you like that. He wanted you now. Waiting until you'd made it home wasn't a option.

Steve's hand slowly wandered down to the hymn of your dress pulling the material up to your mid thigh.

He wanted to see your reaction but he had to keep his eyes ahead on the road. You'd done good keeping yourself occupied on your phone up until this moment. But the way he rubbed into your skin made you spread your legs at his touch.

"Your always starting stuff." You huffed out. You were worked up more than you had thought.

"It's hard not to ." He smirked glancing  over at your spread legs.

"It seems like you don't mind though."

"Can you wait ?" You stuttered out. Steve's hand never letting up.

"You say you want to wait but this says otherwise." He tapped his hand over your clothes pussy.

You whined at his hand rubbing over your damp painties. If he kept going on like this you knew you would give in and fuck on the side of the road.

Steve continued  to skim his hand lightly over your clothed core. He loved hearing the little moans and whimpers you'd let out at every touch. But you still weren't giving in. He had to up his plan of action if he wanted to get the green light from you.

He knew just what to do.

Steve's hand pulled your painties to the side. You stayed still and watched as his fingers collected the mositness from your pussy. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked his now wet digits.

"Pull over now."  Your voice went from breathy moans to a stren order in seconds. It was just the reaction Steve was looking for.

"I thought you'd said you didn't want to mess around in the truck." Steve smirked as he flicked his signal on pulling off the main road. You began to slip off your sandals the sleeves from your dress followed.

Steve threw the car and park quickly unbuttoning his pants. His eyes followed your every move. Watching you become worked up and frustrated made his cock harder.

"Shut up and take your pants off." Steve quickly pulled off his shoes his pants his boxers being the only thing to stay on.

You'd managed to slide between the armrest of the truck sitting in the bench of the back seat, sliding over the the door you spread your legs and waited for Steve to follow.

His briefs were tight as his cock strained against them. He was ready to take you in all the ways he'd imanged. Seeing you spread out on the back seat dripping and waiting for him to dive in was a fantasy that was now his sweet reality.

Steve pulled out his cock and stroked his length in rhythm as he rubbed your clit. His eyes darkened at the sight before him

"You gonna let me take you in anyway I want ? Right here on the side of the road."

His voice dropped he was still teasing you even though you were clearly down for whatever he wanted to do.

"I want to hear you say it." Steve's hand stilled as he waited for your answer.

"Yes I want you now." You said lowly.

"What was that ? I need you to speak up baby." He groaned.

"Fuck me now. Is that enough." You grabbed Steve's hand placing it back between your spread legs.

Steve watched as more of your slickness trickled it's way down the seat. He wanted to laugh at how worked up he gotten you on just a fifteen minute ride. But you'd given him the green light, he wasn't going to stop now. Even if someone pulled over to see if there car trouble.

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A/n: When you leave feedback my heart skips a beat.😩 I die for a minute. But foreal I really love hearing from y'all! Anything y'all say even a gif makes my day. And it’s nice to hear from the people who read your fics.

[chelledoggo]

[Fanfiction] Paint it Over [101 Dalmatian Street]

genre: oneshot/slice of life

age rating: all ages

content warnings: depiction of anxiety/implied PTSD

summary: Da Vinci recieves help from her brother Deepak in dealing with her anxiety.

“Are you comfortable, sister?”

“Yep. You're definitely sure this will work, Deepak?”

It was late night, and most of the pups had already gone to bed, leaving the rest of the house nice and quiet. The living room was dimly lit by a pink salt lamp and some candles, while soft new-age music played on the Dalmatian family's shared tablet.

Da Vinci lay belly-up on a bed of soft cushions as Deepak sat nearby meditating to prepare himself.

“I really think it will,” the yin-yang patterned pup replied to his paint-covered sister. “It's an ancient technique that was perfected by Guru Miaow himself. I've been training for quite some time now under Constantin's guidance, and I'm finally ready to put what I've learned into practice.”

“Okay, little bro,” Da Vinci replied with a slightly nervous smile. “I trust you.”

Deepak walked over and sat down behind where Da Vinci lay her head.

“Now, remember,” Deepak said. “In order for this to work, you need to completely let go. You need to fully relax and surrender yourself to an altered state of consciousness. It might seem scary at times. But no matter what you might experience, you're absolutely safe. And I'll be right here with you.”

Da Vinci gulped a little. “I understand. If this can do me even a little bit of good, I'm willing to see it through.”

“Alright, then...” Deepak responded calmly. “Close your eyes...”

Da Vinci closed her eyes as Deepak placed his paws upon her temples.

“...and...breathe.”

Deepak closed his eyes and began softly rubbing Da Vinci's temples while making droning 'miaow-ow-ow' sounds.

The artsy pup allowed herself to breathe slowly and steadily, doing her best to let go of her thoughts and drift off into a meditative state.

After some time, it seemed like nothing was happening.

“Um, Deepak,” Da Vinci said as she slowly opened her eyes. “I think maybe I'm not doing this ri--”

She looked around her. Deepak was gone. The entire living room was gone. No soft lighting or music. Just a cold, dark, empty void.

“D-Deepak!?” Da Vinci cried out into the echoing darkness. “Wh-where are you? Wh-what's going on?”

“...Da Vinciiiii...” a distant voice called.

“Deepak? I-Is that you?”

More voices joined in.

“...Da Vinciiii....Doggy Da Vinciiii...”

A cacophony of distorted voices rang out as masses of dark, flashing clouds gathered towards the quivering artist pup.

“Oh dog, no...Not again!!”

Da Vinci darted away as quickly as possible from the cloudy mass, but it continued to gain up on her.

“Doggy Da Vinci!!...Come back, Doggy Da Vinci!!...Can we get a photo?...”

Da Vinci eventually stumbled over and found herself unable to pick herself up quickly enough. The mass of clouds was now surrounding her from all directions, closing in on her, making her feel claustrophobic.

The poor pup began hyperventilating. She clenched her eyes shut in fear as tears streamed down her face.

“P-Please...” she squeaked out. “N-no...Leave me alone...”

She felt something grab her paw. She was about to let out a scream when she heard a kind, familiar voice.

“Just breathe, sister...” the voice whispered. “It's okay...”

Da Vinci opened her eyes and looked beside her.

There, calmly meditating next to her, was Deepak. A glowing aura surrounded him; a light shining in the darkness.

“Deepak!” Da Vinci cried. “Thank dog you're here! What's going on?”

“Don't worry, sister,” Deepak assured her. “This is all inside your mind. It can't hurt you.”

“My mind?” Da Vinci queried in confusion. “But...How did you...?”

Deepak opened one eye and smiled at his sister.

“I said I'd be right here with you, didn't I?” he replied softly.

Da Vinci's eyes welled up with tears as she smiled relievedly at her brother, only for her gaze to return to the mass looming over them.

“But...” she quivered. “...What do we do about...that?”

“We face it head on,” Deepak responded.

“But how!?” Da Vinci asked in a panic.

“Hold your paws out in front of you,” Deepak said while demonstrating.

Da Vinci mirrored his action.

“Breathe slowly and deeply...” he continued. “Imagine paint flowing from your paws. Paint in every color you can think of. Feel it rush through your arms and out of your paws like water from a fountain.”

At that moment, floating, rainbow-colored globs of paint surrounded Deepak's paws.

“Cool!” Da Vinci exclaimed in awe.

She then took a deep breath and tried it herself. To her delight, she was also able to summon paint through her paws.

“You know what to do now, right?” Deepak asked with a grin.

Da Vinci nodded enthusiastically.

The two pups raised their painty paws in the air and began swiping at the dark clouds, leaving streaks of bright colors and pawprints with every motion. Eventually, every cloud dissipated, leaving nothing but bright splashes of color in their wake.

“Wow!” Da Vinci squealed. “This is incredible! I feel so...inspired!”

In the ether that now became an open canvas,  Da Vinci and Deepak began painting colorful murals with pleasant scenes.

They painted a sunny day at the dog park, starry skies full of  rainbows, colorful abstract wonderlands...

They painted portraits of their friends and siblings, smiling and getting along together.

And in the center of it all, was a large reproduction of their Dalmatian Street home, with the two of them standing cheerfully in front.

The once dark, suffocating void now became a colorful, positive, radiant piece of art.

Da Vinci felt a sense of calm gently rush over her as she looked up at her and Deepak's work.

“I think you've found your happy place, sister,” Deepak gladly remarked.

“It's wonderful,” Da Vinci replied blissfully.

She sat back and admired the artwork before her for a few moments, then lay back and allowed her mind to drift once more.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in the living room. Everything was just as it was before. The same soft music and dim lighting, the same cozy pillows beneath her, the same calm atmosphere.

Deepak still sat rubbing Da Vinci's temples, appearing to be just coming out of a trance as his eyes also fluttered open.

The two pups exchanged a silent smile for a moment.

“How're you feeling?” Deepak asked quietly.

“I feel...amazing,” Da Vinci murmured calmly. “You really helped me out a lot.”

“I might've helped a little,” Deepak responded. “But the power to change the form of your thoughts lies in you.”

Deepak walked over and gave Da Vinci a hug as she was getting up.

“Anxiety can be a scary thing,” Deepak continued. “Believe me, I know. Sometimes, your own thoughts can be overwhelming. Which is why it's important to know how to counteract those negative emotions with positivity. Anytime you feel those frightening thoughts rise up, just go back to your happy place; the canvas in your mind ready to be painted with the things that bring you peace. It might be difficult at first, but the more you keep at it, the easier it'll become.”

Da Vinci sniffled as her eyes began to well up. She nuzzled the tiny pup in their embrace.

“Thanks, Deepak,” she whispered. “I'll keep trying my best. Love you, little bro.”

“Love you too, sister,” Deepak murmured affectionately. “Peace.”

[furvillaconfessions]

Seriously people?

Bill Cipher was based on the Eye of Providence.  According to the creator of Gravity Falls, the inspiration behind the character was the Eye of Providence and the American $1 bill.  And while I don't know a huge amount about the series, I do know from reading up on things just now that Bill Cipher had a family (no longer after he burned his own dimension down).  If the character had a family, then he's clearly not the only one eyed triangle that exists in the Gravity Falls universe.  So it's perfectly feasible that whatever Bill is could have been a species in the Gravity Falls universe.

So why is it such an issue that someone decided to give their personal persona a fan-made form based on that potential species?  Lots of people make fan OCs or give their personas forms to fit into series or interests that they like.  This action is no different than someone taking their persona/fursona and turning them into a MLP styled character (ponysona), putting them in the My Hero Academia universe and giving them a quirk or power, or drawing your persona as a fox or a hedgehog to fit into the Sonic universe.  It's all the same concept.

"The characters have similar traits."  Sure, both are brick triangles with one eye. This ties back to the Eye of Providence, as it is also a brick triangle (more of a pyramid in reality).  Since we don't know what other triangle demons in Gravity Falls may have looked like, it appears the commonly accepted fanon is that most of them would look similar to Bill because that's the only example there is to go on.  The same applies to people drawing Ponysonas, sonic OCs, My Hero Academia OCs, etc.  They mimic the style of the characters that already exist in canon to better fit their character in.  This has been going on for decades.

This basically feels like a wank fest just because it's Andy.  Every time he gets a paintie on the front page, you all come running here to bitch about it.  Any time he does anything, you all come here to bitch about it.  Have you nothing better to do with your lives?  Let the man breathe a little without jumping on him every time he does anything.

As much as you all hate it, he clearly hasn't done anything wrong if the paintie was accepted on the site.  I do believe the staff is very well acquainted with Andy and his interests, and I have no reason to believe they'd allow an illegal paintie on the site regardless of who is uploading it.

[chocolateheal]

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