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#I’m really feeling the first and third sketches

anjdraws · 2 years

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Leave It In The Sun, a Wind Waker Fan Comic

This comic was made in 2021 for @zelink-fanzine. I spent a lot of time in 2020 playing wind waker and listening to the beach boys and i wanted to make something that captured the feeling. I really love Tetra and I really don't love how she gets sidelined in the third act of the game so I wanted to take it in a route that felt more like Tetra. I spent a long time on this comic and the composition and textures and listened to a lot of music. Specifically the dress pose on page 2 and the spiral mural on page 3 were the hardest parts of the comic by far. I wouldn't have been able to make this comic without the friends I talked to on the discord phone while making it. Pretty much every part of this comic I can look at something and remember the conversation I had while drawing that specific thing. I really felt an impulse to "Prove Myself" with this one, and I'm really glad I did! it had a really warm reception and made me feel like I Did It, if you know what i mean.

The name "Leave it in the Sun" is a reference to a Jeff Rosenstock song of the same name. The whole album "NO DREAM" was a really big part of giving me the energy to finish this comic but this song was specifically the big one to me. It may not have been intentionally written to be a love song but i just find the lyrics soo romantic and triumphant. Since this whole comic was about reinterpreting meaning from old texts I felt like it was the only thing I could name this comic! The main part was like

If you knew that I think about you every single day

would it make you feel like I'm too much for you?

Or would you kinda wanna say

"You don't have to feel that way

I've been trying not to think about you too."

To any who are interested here's a big youtube playlist of the music i listened to while making this. honestly was pretty useful! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwEKjLDquWHV9QsmbiK9qN_Rtf9C7Fc8j

Special thanks to Ria, Marty, Gabes, Lilly, Fizz, Becksa, Kram, Step, Maddy, Iz, and the zelink zine people. Everyone else helped a lot but without Ria I wouldnta got past the first thumbnail sketch..shoutout ria

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shmaba · 1 year

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I’m going to assume that at this point you’ve all seen Critical Role’s new show Candela Obscura and at least skimmed through the Quickstart Guide (you have done all that riiiight??) So I wanted to compile all the things I’ve done that have been shown so far. Its long so read below the line!

I’m going to try to avoid spoilers. So feel free to read without worry. I’m also going to try and avoid breaking any NDA like a good professional. So I will not be doing some deep dive behind the scenes thing. Only visuals that have already been publicly shared are going to be on here

The very first thing I did on this show was the concepts for the main set. Everything is practical. Nothing is green screen or cg or whatever. Some people think it’s just good cg but nope that's all real. You could touch it! (don’t touch it, there are ghosts)

There were multiple iterations on the design, each with their own vibe and statement piece. CR narrowed it down to what you see in the show: a sort of storage hall with an odd clock contraption behind the GM. I think I called this design version the “Abyssal Hall” or something like that (I gave the different versions names to better keep track of which design was being discussed)

The company Flip This Bitch built the physical set. They turned my silly little art into a real thing. So they did all the actual magic of making this set come together in the end! They deserve a lot of the credit for it looking so good in the end.

Also that little piece of art in the bottom left of the preshow is a section from the final concept art of the set.

That contraption behind Matt is based on astrolabes and clocks. This isn’t really meant to be a literal astrolabe or a clock as we would use them in our world. Narratively this isn’t a device that measures either of the things that a traditional astrolabe or clock does. This is a special magickal tool that does a secret third thing.

Also I did concepts for the GM screen. You don't really see it besides in the fancy-shmancy preshow. There were a number of more intricate designs for it but CR went with the simpler option since the only part that would be visible on stream is the top, so that's where I put the most detail.

I should also note that I did not design the logo! It’s pretty prominent on the GM screen but I was supplied an already existing logo for this.

NEXT is the Taliesin enclosure set that you see in the trailer. This is actually meant to be like the lantern room on the top of a lighthouse, minus the big light beacon (You could say Taliesin is the beacon).

Also in the trailer you see a couple brief sketches I did for some world building concepts:

Speaking of sketches there are a number of art pieces of mine in the Quickstart guide

A lot of my art is sketches. They’re all meant to be like notes and drawings from members of Candela as they travel and notate their findings. Most of the notes on these sketches are my actually my notes when I was doing world building concepts, but they replaced my handwriting with a font because my handwriting sucks lmao (also likely for ease of future localization).

Also the cover of the Quickstart guide uses line art of a part of that astrolabe clock set piece. This line art was part of the deliverables that was sent over to Flip This Bitch for construction. They’re just using pieces of those set concepts everywhere!

As you can see I’ve done a lot of art for this project. I was part of this project when it was still early in development. It’s changed quite a bit from where we started.

I wasn’t the only one that made all this art happen though. Other artists, writers, and designers got to add their own vision to this. It was very much a collaborative effort that took a long time to happen. It’s very exciting to see everyone’s hard work come to fruition and there is a lot more to come!

#candela obscura #critical role #my art #ttrpg #illustration #art #cr #candela spoilers #I could say a lot about what went into each thing #but that would be too long #this is already too long #more art is coming #you’ll see it in the final release of the rules/setting book #also it’s very likely a significant amount of art won’t ever be show to the public #such is the life of a concept artist

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egophiliac · 8 months

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I was wanting to try doing an art piece in the style of the signature spell poster art pieces you create. But I’m not really the best at coming up with a composition for such a thing.

Do you have a process for how you come up with the compositions for them?

oh, awesome! it is an INCREDIBLY enjoyable style to work in; I hope you have fun with it! :D

I'm not great at putting my thought/art process into words, so my apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll try! my first step is always to do a LOT of thumbnails to figure out both the idea and how I want to show it; not trying to do a real sketch or anything, just little doodles to figure out what exactly I'm trying to portray. (I also call these "garbage passes" because they're not meant to be any good, they're just there to throw things out. aha. ha. ...anyway.) I think it's important during that first stage to really focus on the idea and the layout and not to get too bogged down in the actual drawing yet!

I tend to save my final thumbnails, so I'll use 'em as examples (I posted the ones up through episode 5 here if you're interested!) (and, uhhh, spoilers through episode 5 also in this post, hopefully that won't be an issue!)

the main thing I try to think about in composition is balance -- not necessarily in terms of symmetry, but in where each element is placed and how much space it's taking up. remember, empty space is still space! it's also really important to think about the parts that don't have anything in them, as much as the parts that do!

personally, I like to divide things up roughly by both halves and by thirds -- there's a lot more in-depth info out there on why the "rule of thirds" in particular works well visually, but in short, our brains tend to focus on things that are placed closer to imaginary division lines, instead of in the exact center of an image. so even when I'm doing something that is very centered and symmetrical, I try to keep that in mind and generally aim around those for landmarks like faces/eyes (or...where they would be, anyway) and other focal points.

it's not a formula of "the character's face should be in this division of this grid" or anything, more like "our minds like to focus on these areas, let's think about how to use that", if that makes sense! and of course rules are made to be broken, art is lawless anarchy, and so on. but it can be a good starting place for deciding where you want to put things!

(blue - thirds, red - half)

and against the finished versions, because they do usually end up changing a lot (including the empty space of the border):

(...these actually lined up a lot better than I thought they would. :') it makes me look like I do things way more intentionally than I do.)

other stuff I just try to keep in mind is that our eyes like following arcs and paths, which can be a good way to guide the eye:

and frame and control the focus:

honestly, composition is one of those things I feel like I struggle with a lot, so I'm not sure how much of this is helpful or actually makes sense outside of my head. but hopefully it helps a little! it's all just stuff to think about while drawing and not anything hard-and-fast, so don't, like, stress out about making sure things are lining up exactly on the thirds or anything. again, it's more "our brains think these are the dopest parts of the rectangle" than anything else! take advantage of the cool parts of the rectangle!

NOW GO HAVE FUN DRAWING seriously though, it is always super cool that other people like this idea and style enough to want to do it themselves and for other/their own characters! thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

#art #sketch #twisted wonderland #...technically i guess? it's not about twst but there is twst art present anyway #i did have a few more examples but then i wasn't sure if you were cool with episode 7 spoilers. whoops. 🫠#many other people have explained the rule of thirds and directional flow way better than me and i apologize #it is so hard to put things into words i am so sorry #me: the...you know...the lines...they sort of converge? like a triangle?#the internet: mm-hmm. yes. go on.#me: (sweating) the...the triangle points here...because it...it has a point.#the internet: it's doing better than you are then #genuinely shocked at how well some of these line up though #uh. i mean. actually it was all totally intentional and i put actual thought into it! NOT an accident at all!#my eyes darting back and forth shiftily are just ✨following the paths✨

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ghcstao3 · 9 months

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Hello! Anon who was just asking how the blog worked here, arriving with the first, (of probably many I’m not even going to kid myself here,) cod hc! Not so anon anymore haha!

Okay. Soooooo…..

Soap having a soulmate string for ghost.

Ghost not being able to see that string yet for some reason or another. (Hasn't realized feelings yet, just can't see them, something on his end has to happen first. Whatever the AU dictates)

For years soap has been notoriously awful at finding exfil without being explained the directions like 3 times.

But now that ghost and he are on a team? Soaps just starts using the string to get to exfil.

He doesn't tell anyone why his sudden and

significant improvement to finding the RV, but

Price sure is wondering.

Also the fact that this new found ability seems to

"randomly" completely disappear sometimes (on missions without ghost) I bet the first few times the Sargent regressed to his old ways Price nearly threw a fit.

Sillies ensue.

:D !!

this is such a cute idea

It’s not Soap’s fault he’s always had a poor sense of direction. Really, it’s not.

He’s done many things to try and offset the problem of finding exfil—notes landmarks and anything else that stands out, writes down directions when he has time, sketches locations when he has even more—but nothing ever seems to work. It’s just an issue so ingrained in him it’s nearly tragic.

Truly, it’s just a damn good thing he excels in every other area of his work. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t still be here, he’s certain.

But then Ghost appears.

He shows up with that stupid invisible red string trailing after him, surely looped around his ring finger as it is around Soap's, tying them together. Connecting their souls.

And he seems so intent on never bringing it up to Soap. He never even shows the slightest hint of acknowledgement.

But while Soap grapples with whatever that could possibly mean for him—mean for them—he finds a plus side to this string of fate.

No matter where they are for work, that red string always leads Soap back to Ghost. All the while, it just so happens that Ghost has a fantastic sense of direction. So even if the whole soulmates aspect doesn't quite work out, Soap finally has his solution.

...When he and Ghost work the same job, of course. Otherwise...

"Sergeant, get your arse moving! Where the hell are you?"

Soap winces at the Captain's voice in his ear. Deployed elsewhere for the first time since he and Soap had begun working together, Ghost is not currently present to offer Soap his usual invisible guidance. Which unfortunately means for Soap a berating from Price for making a very, very late exit.

"What happened back there?" Price will ask, even as they all make it home safe. "You're usually good at finding your way out," he'll say, and Soap will cringe at his words.

Because he's not, never has been. He just so happens to work with the man tied to the other end of his string, is all, really. But he can't just say that, can he?

"Sorry, sir," Soap will mumble out his apology. "Won't happen again, sir."

It will. It does.

Price is upset again the second time. He's just exasperated the third time and afterwards.

Then Soap is only assigned to missions alongside Ghost. Every so often, one without him, and suddenly Soap is essentially glued to Ghost's side day and night.

Price must have figured out the pattern, then.

Soap just hopes Ghost might figure it out soon, too.

#ask #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x soap #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #writing

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quibbs126 · 29 days

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I made this based on where I currently am in Miitopia, that being Karkaton, in which Great Sage Longan joined my party (at least temporarily), and honestly I’ve grown really attacked to them

I realize I never mentioned the Great Sage before now, but I didn’t think it super important at the time. Also the Great Sage only shows up like once in the first area, twice in the second, and nonce in the third, they aren’t really that important until Karkaton

I’m gonna be so sad once Longan leaves

Also also, I don’t want to draw canon Longan again, at least not in this sketch style. Their design is so complicated and it just does not work with me

Granted I barely like drawing any of the semi new, post Millennial Tree premium tier Cookies since they all have complicated ass designs. I mean I’ll make an exception for the Ancients, but I will always try to cut corners on Pure Vanilla so I don’t have to draw his canon design

Also that’s Dark Choco’s current outfit in the game. At this point I might just stick with being a Princess since he rocks the outfits and honestly I don’t feel as hindered by the class right now. Still not the best but whatever

#cookie run #miitopia #cookietopia #longan dragon cookie #dark choco cookie #also I picked Longan as the Great Sage for a very specific reason #my art #poorly drawn comic

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yanderecrazysie · 10 months

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Curiosity (Yandere Tsukishima)

This was a Quotev request!

Title: Curiosity

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, suggestive themes, non-consensual touching, seriously creepy vibes from Tsukishima

Summary: Tsukishima seems like a normal guy, except that he’s always writing in that journal of his. When you decide to see what he’s up to, you learn that he’s anything but normal.

curiosity

/noun/

a strong desire to know or learn something:

DAY 1

It’s the first day of school again. (Y/n) looked beautiful as ever today, I missed seeing her in her school uniform. Of course, I’ve been following her around town over the summer, but I missed seeing her in a skirt. This is the last year I see that until I make a move, as I doubt she’ll wear skirts to university.

I’ll do my best to draw what she looks like, since this is a special occasion, but there’s no way my art can do her justice.

Tsukishima Kei was a quiet guy, which, you supposed, was common for smart kids. You hadn’t known him well throughout high school and you doubted you’d have much time to get to know him, since the end of your third and final year was nearly upon you both.

One interesting thing you always noticed is that he was always writing in a journal of sorts, sometimes sketching away in it instead of writing.

You always wondered what it said.

DAY 17

(Y/n) smiled and waved at me today. She does that to everyone, I know, but I couldn’t breathe when she turned her divine attention on me! I felt like, even for a second, I had her undivided attention! I’d do anything, ANYTHING to get that on me again. I’d fucking kill everyone she knows if that means she’ll look at me and only me.

Tsukishima always gave you the distinct vibe that he wanted a friend, especially after his only friend moved away last year, but that he didn’t know how to approach anyone. You sensed a sort of longing when he looked at you and you wondered if your friendliness appealed to his loneliness. Perhaps he was awkward or shy?

You felt bad that you hadn’t had time to talk to him, but life really was just too busy. You always tried to be friendly when you passed him in the halls or made eye contact.

It was the least you could do.

DAY 33

I love (Y/n) so much that I was willing to dig around in her trash can to find that lip gloss she’d thrown away. How many guys would do THAT for their girlfriends? She only wore it a few times since she didn’t like it very much, but that just meant I had so much of something her precious lips had touched.

I felt like I was in heaven putting it on- like I was kissing her! I had dreams about doing just that and I woke up feeling happier and more refreshed than I had been all year. I need more.

You’d always felt like someone was following you and like your things were disappearing, but you wrote those feelings off as paranoia. Maybe you should take those things seriously, but who had time for that? You were on the student council, an honor student, and preparing for college.

Why didn’t you see the red flags?

Were you really so colorblind?

DAY 52

I went to her house and climbed in through the window. Thank goodness she’s on the first floor.

I went straight to her bed and just laid on it and inhaled her scent from the pillows and blankets. She’s on vacation and I miss her so much, so I really couldn’t help doing all this. It’s her fault for leaving me.

I wonder if she wants our room to look like this or if she has a better one in mind. I’m not a fan of the color but, if she likes it, who am I to disagree? I just want her to be healthy and happy with me. I’ll make her.

You were a naturally curious person. That’s probably why you did so well in school- you had a thirst for knowing why and how that many people your age didn’t care for. You never just wanted to accept things without an explanation. Better to be informed.

Sometimes you were called nosy or told to mind your own business, but you couldn’t help it. You also had a bad habit of eavesdropping and “investigating” on your own. You’d do great in a Nancy Drew book, but it annoyed real-life people.

It’s really no surprise that, when you went to grab Tsukishima’s left-behind notebook, you couldn’t stop yourself from peeking inside and reading some of the entries and looking at the drawings.

DAY 82

I peeked through her window at just the right time and caught her getting undressed for a shower! I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Words can’t describe the experience, so I’ll draw what she looked like instead:

You felt sick. For once, you wished, desperately, that your curiosity was nonexistent. If you could take back everything you’d seen in the last few minutes, you would.

You’d just go off to university, blissfully unaware, and never see that freak ever again. How could he write and draw such things? How could he violate your privacy like that? How dare he-

“You read it, didn’t you?”

The empty classroom went so silent you could hear a pin drop. Your horror felt like metal weighing down your stomach and throat. You couldn’t swallow, you couldn’t breathe.

Tsukishima was right behind you, inching closer each moment, but you couldn’t hope to turn around or run away. You were petrified, rooted in place like you were a statue. A statue with wide eyes and terror etched into your features.

You wanted to claim you hadn’t but the journal was still open in your hands, opened up to a disgusting drawing of yourself and your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from it. Even if you wanted to futilely make up an excuse, your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You couldn’t so much as squeak.

As he stands directly behind you, his hands caress your waist, finger pads sinking deep into the flesh through your shirt. You shudder in disgust, but that’s the most movement your body can even make.

Even as his fingers dance at the hem of your shirt, daringly searching upwards against bare skin, you can’t move or make a sound. You wished you were a fight or flee kind of person and not a freeze.

You feel his lips brush against your earlobe and you violently shudder as he speaks into your ear a few chilling words.

“Don’t you know what curiosity did to the cat?”

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere tsukishima #tsukishima kei

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talkfastromance4 · 1 year

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Extra sweetened Sugar—Jake Seresin (An Arrangement series oneshot)

author's note: just a lil oneshot

An Arrangement Masterlist

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word count: 2.5k

warnings: consumption of alcohol

Feedback, asks, comments/reblogs mean the world to me!

Enjoy!

You’re usually pretty good about handling your alcohol, you don’t mix and you can tell when your cut off limit should be but with everything going on with Betty and the new ‘relationship’ with Jake, you exceeded your limits. Normally, you don’t go out with your employees, Serena, Dom and Brynne but after a rough week of late deliveries, an extended stay on Betty’s part and eating dinner alone at Jake’s, you needed a night out.

They took you to the best known dive bar that served cheap rail drinks and the best cheese fries you’d ever tasted. After your second strawberry daiquiri, you were spilling about Jake’s arrangement and they listened with open ears and wide eyes.

“I say sign it, girl,” Brynne says placing her decorative umbrella in her hair. “He’s hot, he’s attentive, and he’s loaded.”

“I agree,” Dom says, “if you feel guilty using it for yourself, then keep using it for Betty. I bet the sex is great with him.”

“We haven’t had sex!” you nearly choke on your cherry that was placed in your bright red drink.

“Are you crazy? Girl, he wants you so bad,” Brynne shakes her head.

“C’mon guys, you know how y/n is,” Serena pats your back, “she’s thinking of all angles. You have to admit, it does all seem too good to be true.”

“What do you mean?” Dom asks.

“I don’t get why it’s me, he could have someone way better looking and–”

Dom clapped his hand over your mouth, his eyes stern and shaking his head.

“No, you’re cute and adorable and sexy and he’s right to have chosen you. You’re the cream of the crop, the diamond in the rough, the–”

“I think she gets it,” Brynne removes his hand from your mouth. “But Dom’s right. Jake’s probably caught in his feelings and this arrangement guidelines crap, he’s not sure what to do. But he wants you, that’s for sure.”

“But how do you know?” you stress and slap your hand on the high-top table for added emphasis.

“It’s in his eyes,” Serena answers, sipping at her apple martini carefully. “He looks at you like he’s never seen daylight or has experienced a sunset for the first time.”

“Impossible,” you shake your head.

“No, it’s true, babes,” Dom says. “He’ll confess his love to you soon, I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t want to get too into my feelings about this,” you wave your hands as if the conversation of Jake would disappear like an etch-a-sketch. “Let’s drink because the work week is done.”

“Hear, hear!” Dom clinks his glass with yours.

But the more you drink the more Jake keeps coming into your mind. The more you drink the more you think of his green eyes and back to what he meant about pleasuring you in your flower shop. What did that mean? Were you that seducible? Could you succumb so easily to his advances?

While your three friends were at the bar getting more drinks and shots, you found yourself scrolling through Jake’s social media profiles. It really was unbelievable how attractive he was and the fact that he was somewhat yours? You knew if you texted him you needed money for drinks he would transfer some over instantly.

Everyone else thought it was a good idea but it was your good conscience that kept interrupting. Was that a bad thing or a good thing? Peering over your third daiquiri of the night that your friends were still busy, you thought it was a good idea to call him.

It rang and rang and rang then went to his voicemail so you left a message.

“Hello, it’s me,” you sigh, “I’m out at Crazy Pete’s or Pete’s Crazy Saloon or something like that with Brynne, Dom and Serena and they think I should sign the arrangement. They think you’re hot. And it will help Betty. Your money not your hotness. Anywho, I’m a liiiitle tipsy and these daiquiris are very yummy. I don’t know where Reynolds is but I’ll get home. I do think you’re cute by the way so don’t think I don’t, okay?”

And for good measure, you went to Snapchat, chose a filter that placed pretty purple butterflies on your cheeks and took a dozen selfies before sending them to him via text message. It made you feel giddy inside because you were wearing one of his outfits he bought for you.

By that time, everyone else came back and you took a lemon drop shot, making sure to lick up the sugar on the lemon thinking how you’d want to kiss Jake with sugar on your lips.

The night went on and when you came out of the bathroom for the third time, someone else was standing at the table with your friends. When you came closer, you caught a whiff of the familiar scent of Jake’s cologne and when he turned around, it was Jake.

“Jake! What are you doing here?” you squeak but lean into him nonetheless.

“I got your voicemail and adorable selfies so I wanted to stop by and make sure you were okay,” he wraps an arm around your shoulders making sure you don’t fall over. “You didn’t respond to my texts at all, Sugar.”

“I’m sorry,” you pout, “I was having fun.”

“I know,” he caresses your pout away, “have all the fun you want, I’m not stopping you. Just want to make sure you get home safe since Reynolds isn’t here.”

“Reynolds is a babe,” Dom points his finger at Jake. “Is he single?”

“I’m pretty sure he is, yeah,” Jake smiles, “want me to put in a good word for you?”

“Shut up! Yes, please!” Dom nods his head enthusiastically.

“Aw, you two would make a lovely couple!” you gush leaning over the table to cup Dom’s cheeks together. “You have such a handsome face and he has a cute one. He could drive you everywhere.”

“That’s his job for you, Sugar,” Jake murmurs in your ear. His voice tickles your lobe and it makes you giggle, pulling away from Dom.

“When he’s not with me,” you turn your neck to him, it causes your noses to touch. “I’m usually with you, right? So they can go out when we’re out.”

“I like that idea,” he smiles. His arm drops around your waist. “Can I get you anything to eat?”

“Pizza!” you and the rest shout in excitement.

“I’ll be right back,” he gives you a chaste kiss to the temple, sets you on the seat and then heads towards the bar.

“Girl,” Dom squeals grabbing your wrist. “Please, sign the papers, take him to bed, marry him, I don’t care. He’s a keeper.”

You turn around in your seat, teetering a little from the off kilter chair legs to watch him converse with the bartender. You know he’s smiling and being his charming self and it warms your heart, he really is wonderful and you decide to let him know when he comes back.

“Pizza’s on the way and I brought over some water,” Jake announces upon his return. Before he can set the pitcher down, you throw your arms around him. “Woah! Careful, darlin’.”

“Thank you for coming here and ordering pizza when you didn’t have to,” you murmur in his shoulder/neck.

“You’re welcome, Sugar. Wanted to see you, you’ve been comin’ home late,” he kisses the top of your head. Butterflies form in your stomach.

“We try telling her to to go home at a reasonable hour,” Serena interjects, “but she doesn’t listen.”

“Yeah, order her to go home on time, Lieutenant,” Dom smirks.

You stick your tongue out at Dom which he responds with a kiss in the air in your direction.

“I’m not in the air force so that won’t work,” you huff.

“And I like her feistiness,” Jake squeezes your waist.

He’s a good sport for the rest of the evening, taking care of you by making sure you’re drinking enough water and keeps guard outside the bathroom door while you use it. It’s when you hobble on your feet that he decides it’s time to go home. To your surprise and true to his word, he calls Reynolds up to take your friends home, Dom fixes his shirt and hair in preparation.

“You take care of our girl, okay?” Brynne says over your head as she hugs you.

“With my life,” Jake vows. “You three get on home, safe, now. I’ll make sure you’re over for brunch and a pool day soon.”

“Wow, you’re the whole package,” Serena says.

“Serena!” you gasp but Jake just laughs.

“I’m working on this one to see that,” he pinches your cheek affectionately. “Ready, Sugar?”

“Yeah,” you sigh heavily, “my feet hurt.”

“They do?” he frowns and secures your cross body bag over his own before lifting you up into his arms. “We can’t have your feet hurtin’.”

“What are you doing?!” you shriek clinging onto his shoulders for dear life. The sudden movement from standing to being held threw your inebriated self off.

“Carrying you,” he replies smugly and starts walking to his truck.

“My feet aren’t broken.”

“But they hurt, so I’m helping. And when I help you, what are you supposed to say?”

You mumble in response.

“What? I didn’t catch that?” he drops his head lower so his ear is closer to your mouth.

“Thank you!” you nearly shout then giggle when he dramatically pulls away.

While he carries you it gives you an opportunity to stare at him. He’s got a bit of beard growth going on and you barely think once before pressing your palm to his chin and cheek.

“Is it illegal to have a beard in the Air Force?”

“Not illegal, no,” he grins, “we just have to be clean-shaven. It’s not fun when you’re sweatin’ in the cockpit with a beard. I don’t know how Rooster does it with his ‘stache.”

“Rooster?” you laugh. “Who’s that?”

“My wingman, he has a 70’s porno stache and I don’t know how he can work with that thing over his lip,” Jake shakes his head.

“His name is really Rooster?”

“No, sweet girl, that’s his call sign. We all have them, so we know who’s who in the air and the enemy doesn’t really know who we are.”

“Oh,” you continue to stroke your fingers over his cheek and jaw. “What’s your callsign?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because when I do and I tell you the meaning, you’ll stop touching me like you are,” he glances at you.

“Well, I know it’s not the devil or satan so how bad could it be? Please tell me, I want to know.”

His eyes move to yours again and he sighs.

“Fine. They call me Hangman because in my earlier days of flight school and training, I always left my teammates in the dust so I could show I was the best.”

“Hangman…Hangman…” you let it sink into your muddled brain then shake your head. “That’s not how you are at all. Can’t we change it?”

“Nah, sweetheart, that’s my callsign until I retire. What would you change it to?”

“Hmm,” you hum tracing your finger under his chin, his jaw, then to the shape of his ear closest to you. “Wizard.”

“Wizard? Why that one?” he laughs.

“Because, your eyes are emerald green and it makes me think of the Wizard of Oz. He helped Dorothy home and you make me feel like I’m home.”

“I do?” he glances at you again, his arms tightening around you.

“Yeah. I’m working on showing you that more. I do appreciate all that you do for me, Jake, I’m still getting used to it all.”

“That’s okay, I’ll keep doing it until you feel comfortable, Sugar.”

“Would that be my callsign? Sugar?” you perk up at the nickname.

“Yeah, I think so, ‘cause there’s no one sweeter than you.”

“No, you’re pretty sweet, too, Jake,” you rest your head on his shoulder. The walk to his truck is very long but you’re okay being in his arms a little longer. “Who takes care of you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you take care of me…and Betty and…the other women you’ve been with…who takes care of you?”

“No one, really,” he shakes his head and you frown.

You shift your cheek higher up on his shoulder and hold onto his cheek so you can angle his face towards yours, his gait slows down so he can look at you. His whole demeanor has softened and he’s staring at you in a way you’ve never been looked at before. Was Dom right? Does Jake always look at you like this?

“Can I take care of you?” you ask quietly and he stops walking. You’re standing under the orange streetlights, the color of his eyes have darkened but they’re still your favorite shade.

“How would you do that?”

“Well…I can’t pay for everything but I can listen about your work day, your thoughts…dreams you’ve had and we can watch your favorite shows. I’ll learn how to make your favorite foods if you’d like. And I can…” you bite your lip suddenly embarrassed.

“You can what?”

“Help you fall asleep so you don’t have circles anymore,” you touch beneath his eye at the darkened bloom of his skin.

“How’d you do that?” he smiles into your palm, nuzzling into your touch.

“Well, you say you’re good at massages…I’m good at playing with hair and humming people to sleep.”

“Yeah? Can I test that theory tonight?”

“Sure, whose bed is comfier? Mine or yours?”

“They both have the same mattress, Sugar,” he smiles then starts walking again but you hear the click of his truck door opening. He sets you in the seat, hands buckling you in and he closes the door moving to his side before you can respond.

You rest against the headrest, staring at him as he sits in his spot and starts the truck.

“Can I try your bed?” you reach over holding onto his forearm. His eyes meet yours, flickering to your hand on his arm then back again.

“You have no idea what those words do to me,” he sighs, “but yes, we can sleep in my bed tonight. If that’s what you want when we get home.”

You smile then start chattering about the evening before he arrived. As soon as he pulled onto the highway, however, you fell fast asleep, your hand still poised on his forearm. As much as he wanted to bring you into his own bed, he just couldn’t do it with you fast asleep like that so he made sure your shoes were off and that your pajamas were laid out on the bench at the end of your bed.

“G’night, Sugar,” he kisses your forehead then retreats to his room alone. He hopes he’ll know what it’s like to sleep next to you soon.

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A taste of the sweet icing

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Working at a bakery definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, but here you are. It’s your third year in college studying creative arts. You walked by the cutest bakery with your mom, in which she heavily pressured you to apply. You argued about it for a few weeks, but eventually gave in. I mean it is the perfect in between job for an upcoming artist.

Your boss, the owner of the bakery, was actually pretty chill for the most part. She’s always super tense, but it’s never been entirely unbearable. She would even occasionally help you with an art project.

Today wasn’t any different, you finished classes, then came straight to work. You’d almost always be a few minutes late but your boss, Ellie, never seemed to mind.

You walk in, and head to your locker to put on your apron.

“You’re late,” you hear a voice from behind you.

You turn around and see Ellie working in her office. “I’m always a few minutes late, I get here as soon as I can.” You look down at Ellie’s art work, it’s always so fascinating to watch her design the next cake. Sometimes you’ll even catch her doodling, which is still insanely good with the lack of effort.

“I know.. just be on time tomorrow. I really need to teach you how to ice your cupcakes better,” she states. Ellie doesn’t look up from her sketches.

“Are you saying there’s something wrong with the way I ice my cupcakes?” You say crossing your arms.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she looks up at you momentarily flashing a devilish smile.

You roll your eyes, and watch her sketch for a few more seconds, watching her veiny hands grip the pencil.

“Whatever you say, boss.” Ellie tenses up, narrowing her brows at you. You flash a smile in return.

You walk out of her office, to stock the display with cupcakes like you do every afternoon. After twenty careful minutes of choosing where each cupcake belonged, you stood up, crossing your arms, and admiring your hard work and creativity.

“That one should be here,” Ellie walks over from behind you, putting a hand on your waist to scoot by, her crotch grazing the back of your pants. She moves a singular cupcake to a different section. “Come on babe this isn’t rocket science.”

“Is it really that serious?” You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s always that serious sweetheart. Now do you mind icing the cookies for me?”

“I suppose so.”

Ellie lays out a sheet of cookies for you and hands over all the tools you’ll need. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” she hums. “I’ll be right over there if you need anything.”

You watch as Ellie walks across the room, putting on her apron and grabbing a cake pan. Every day, at the same time, she starts making her own cake for advertisement. You always like to watch her from afar. Not only do you love seeing how into she gets, she looks so good doing it. Today was especially fun to watch.

She wore a white wife beater tank, with a pair of jeans and black converse. Not far off from what she usually wears, but today she chose to wear a shirt that showed off her arms. You start to take notice of her veiny hands, handling her ingredients gently and swiftly.

You begin icing the cookies, however you never really got far. You’d ice one then look right back over at her. Ellie started whisking her batter, the mixing bowl in one arm and the whisk in the other hand. She mixed quickly, you found yourself drooling over her. Her toned muscles flexed with each stir and her grip on the whisk made you feel hot.

You wondered what it would feel like, or what her muscles would look like when she was pumping in and out of you. You shook those feelings and stared back down at your plate of cookies.

“Fuck.” You look back over at Ellie again. “Fuck me man.” Ellie attempts to wipe flour dust off of her. It had gotten everywhere, her apron, her shirt, her hands, some even resting adorably on her cheeks. It was honestly quite comedic.

“You alright there?” you chuckle softly. Ellie nods and laughs along with you. She takes off the apron, throwing it off to the side. She walks over to the sink and wets a paper towel, wiping her face. As she does her tank slightly rises, showing off her v-line. Your mind continued to wander. You wanted to lick every part of her. Leave kisses in every nook and cranny.

You cleared your throat, “you’ve still got flour on your shirt.”

Ellie looks down, “fuck.”

Ellie walks into her office, for which you assumed was to grab a shirt to change into. You continued icing the cookies. Finally finishing the last one, you look up to find Ellie.

You see her silhouette through the blinds. She takes off her shirt and tosses it on her desk. You couldn’t see her perfectly, but you knew what you were looking at. She turns her body slightly to the side, so you get a glimpse of the curve of her breasts. You knew it was wrong to look, but you couldn’t get yourself to look away. You imagined yourself fingering her, pressing down slightly on her lower abdomen to see how she’d react.

You watch the entire scene play out. She wipes her stomach with the same paper towel from before then quickly puts on her shirt. It was apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra, and for some odd reason that made your stomach turn. It felt odd thirsting over your boss, and you beat yourself up for even imagining her naked body.

Ellie walks out, with a new apron in hand. You glance down at her breasts momentarily, taking a peak at her hard nipples poking through her fresh black t-shirt. You were devastated to see the white tank go, but she made everything look good.

Ellie nods at you, before walking back to her station to finish baking. “Oh hey, uh i finished the cookies. Was there something else you wanted me to do?”

Ellie walks back over and looks over the cookies, nodding as she scans the plate. “Looks good..” “Mhm..” She would say, her hand grazing her chin.

“Yeah go ahead and put those on the counter and then come find me, I've got some things I wanna teach you,” she proceeded to say.

You do as you’re told, then find Ellie back at her baking station. “So.. what is it exactly that you’re teaching me?”

“I’m teaching you how to bake a cake,” she states as if it was obvious.

“Yeah but like, why? I know how to do all of this alr-“

“You could use some improvement,” she interrupts, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You nod slowly, definitely frustrated, but she was the boss after all. At the end of the day artists need to be good at taking constructive criticism. “Okay then.. what’s first.”

“We’ll start with icing.. and I don't mean icing a cake, I mean prepping the icing.” She puts the tip of the icing tube on then looks back up at you. “That’s something you lack, I notice you over fill it, then leave too many air bubbles.”

You nod along as Ellie speaks. She begins demonstrating and you don’t take your eyes off her hands for a second. She finishes filling it and ties the end off.

She looks back up at you, maintaining eye contact. “Just like that.. got it?” She licks the remaining frosting left on her fingertip, looking at you and waiting for a response.

“Mhm..” you wanted to say more, to express how grateful you were for her help. Your mind couldn’t even form the right words. You were starting to get nervous, and you're worried she could tell.

“Good, now icing the cake is the most important part. People only buy cakes that look pretty.” Ellie starts demonstrating again, icing only half the cake. Once she’s finished she looks over at you. “Any questions?”

You shake your head in response. “Great, go for it,” she says, handing over the icing.

“What, me? I don’t wanna fuck up the cake,” you say defensively.

She gestures the icing toward you again, “It’s not important, It’s just for practice.” You stand there for a moment looking at her before finally taking the tube of icing.

You start to decorate that cake in which Ellie taught you. “Mhm..” she would say, watching you.

“Like this?” You say looking up at her for approval.

“Close, fix this right here..” she says pointing.

“This?”

“No.. just..” She steps behind you positioning herself behind your body. She wraps her arms around you holding the tube of icing in both of your hands. She starts helping you ice the cake, guiding your every move. “You need to be more gentle, like this.”

Her voice is right next to your ear, it sends a shiver down your spine. Having her pressed up against you made you flustered.

“Mmm okay, I think I got it now,” you claimed.

“Okay good,” Ellie says, moving away from your body to stand next to you. You glance at her hips momentarily as she leans against the counter. Your mind was filled with explicit thoughts of her. You imagined taking her right here on that counter.

You imagined her clit rubbing against your thigh. One of her breasts in your mouth, and your hand gripping the other. You wondered what sounds she’d make. Would she whimper? How long would it take her to cum? How wet she’d be.

“Hey.. you good?” Ellie said, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah. m’ just stressed.. sorry.” You proceed to frost the cake, hoping it would finally be the way she expected.

“Hell yeah,” she smiled. “Just like that babe, good job” she said innocently. God that drove you crazy. Honestly that’s just the kind of personality she had. It wasn’t intended to be sexual or dirty at all, but fuck.. you wanted to make her say those words again. Just more.. breathy. Giving herself into you, and letting you take control.

“You’re doing so good, quick learner, hm?”

“You could say that,” you say, smiling at her. Her words make your knees feel weak, you imagine her saying those exact words to you while you are in between her legs, fucking her senseless.

“Alright well, good work today, we’ll go over some more stuff tomorrow,” she says, starting to clean up.

“Cool,” you smile at her. “Need help?”

“No it’s cool, go ahead and go up front and cover Jesse, he’s off in five.”

You nod and make your way up front. Walking out you see Jesse interacting with a customer. Their conversation quickly comes to an end and you send Jesse on his way.

It was unusually slow in the bakery today but you kinda enjoyed the quiet. You had gotten comfortable behind the counter, working on an art project in between checking people out.

The door dings and in walks a girl around your age, she looked super familiar. She approaches the counter, with a wide smile.

“Hey, how’s it going,” she says, putting both hands onto the counter.

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” I take a second to study her face, “You look familiar. Do I know you?” You couldn’t quite tell where you had seen her before, but you definitely enjoyed looking at her.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she smiles. “I’m Cat.” She extends her arm and shakes your hand. She was definitely a pretty girl, and she carried herself in a way that interested you.

“Wait, do you go to the art school down the street?” she questioned.

“Yeah actually, do you?”

“Yeah! Holy shit I remember you. We had that art history class together freshman year.” Honestly, how could you miss that? I mean it has been a couple years. Not to mention she’s gotten insanely beautiful since then.

Ellie walks in and starts putting things in the display cabinet next to you both, completely unfazed by the two of you.

“Wow, that feels so long ago,” you stated.

“It really does,” Cat agreed. “I honestly wish we stayed in touch.”

“Aw, me too Cat.” You look over at Ellie and see her looking up at you from the display case. She didn’t seem to take any interest before but suddenly she’s all ears.

“You know, it’s not too late.” Cat made sure to make direct eye contact, and glanced down at your lips a couple times. “Honestly I’d love to take you out this weekend.”

Ellie stands up from the display and looks over at Cat and nods, giving the fakest of all smiles. She starts taking inventory, but stays in close range to keep listening on.

“That sounds great, I’d like that,” you smile.

“Cool,” Cat says, flashing another wide smile. “Oh right, I almost forgot. So I’m having a small get together with my family tomorrow and we were interested in some sort of cake. Do you think I could put in an order for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. Do you know what flavor y-“

You’re interrupted with the feeling of a hand grazing you. You look over at Ellie who is standing extremely close to you. Resting her hand on your lower back.

“We’re fully booked tomorrow, sorry.” Ellie looks at Cat blankly.

“Ellie, what are you-“

“Booked solid,” Ellie says shrugging.

“Oh,” Cat says. It was clear Ellie was making her uncomfortable, and frankly I wanted to disappear myself. “Alright then.. see you around,” she says nodding in your direction.

Cat leaves the store and you turn to face Ellie. “What the actual fuck?”

Ellie was already working on inventory, she didn’t even look back up at you to respond. “Hm?”

“Why did you turn her down? Don’t you like need customers to run a damn business?”

“I didn’t like her energy.”

“What the hell are you talking about Ellie?” you spoke. It was really pissing you off how unfazed Ellie was. Not even looking up at you for a second.

“It’s not that serious. It’s my business, I run it how I please,” Ellie states. She finally looks up at you. “Something came up, I have to cater a wedding reception tonight so I won’t be able to close. Do you mind locking up for me?”

You roll your eyes, but Ellie didn’t seem to notice. “Sure whatever.”

“Thanks,” she says, leaving for her office.

Several minutes of cleaning pass and Ellie finally returns with her backpack, ready to go. “Alright, I’m heading out.” she says slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Call if there’s an emergency, cool?”

You nod in her direction, “mhm, yeah.” Honestly you were still kinda pissed at her, but at the end of the day it was her business. “Have a good night.”

Ellie looks back at you from the door, “You too babe.” She exits the store, leaving you all by yourself. Closing was honestly a lot of fun for you. Ellie always allowed you to take a few cupcakes home for closing, so it was something you always looked forward to.

You started playing your own music throughout the store. Cranking up the volume to make cleaning a little more bearable. The worst part about closing was always the fuck load of dishes that piled up.

An hour and a half pass of cleaning and you switch off the lights, along with the radio. You happily skip the entire way to your bag to fetch the keys to the store. You grab your bag, digging through your school supplies and random shit you were too lazy to take out.

You searched your bag for several minutes, searching for the keys but you never found them. You panic, searching the entire store. Looking through every single possible place it could be.

No fucking keys.

You stare at your phone, debating whether you should call Ellie, or just end your life right then and there.

You pick up your phone, searching through your contacts until you reach Ellie’s. You start to call her, pressing your phone to your face anxiously. “She’s gonna fucking kill me.”

The phone rings for a few seconds until Ellie picks up. “Yeah babe? Are you okay? What’s going on.” You felt so fucking bad, you could tell she was worried for your well being. Her mind didn’t go to irresponsibility. She clearly thought you were unwell or unsafe in some way.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You pause trying to find the right words to say. “Ellie, I’m really sorry.”

You can hear Ellie sigh through the phone, voices of the wedding attendees muffled in the background. “What did you do?”

“I lost the keys to the store,” you say quietly.

“God damn it, are you sure? How the hell could you be so irresponsible?”

“I- I don’t know, i thought I had them in my bag,” you say attempting to defend yourself.

“I don’t wanna hear it..” She pauses for another moment, giving herself time to think. “I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

“I’m sorry.” Ellie quickly hangs up the phone, leaving you with your own thoughts.

Twenty minutes came quicker than you wanted it to. You hear the door open and you walk out from the break room. You hear a bag plop onto one of the tables in the lobby.

You walk out and see Ellie, grabbing her keys from her backpack. “Ellie i’m really sorry I don’t-“

“Do you have any idea how much money I lost for this?”

“No, but-“

“I’m talking,” she interrupts. “I used to think you messing shit up was cute but I’m getting really fucking tired of it.”

“Ellie, I really didn’t mean to do this. It’s not my fault.”

“How isn’t this your fault? This is your responsibility.” she says, crossing her arms.

“Jesus Ellie what more do you want me to say?” “If I’m such a fuck up, just fire me.”

“God damn it, you’re so fucking bratty.” She throws her keys on the floor near by. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“I’m not bratty Ellie-“ Your eyes go wide, glancing over at Ellies keys nearby. “You’re scaring me.”

She clenches her fists for a brief second, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looks back up at you. “Fuck it.”

Ellie makes her way over to you, pulling you in. She holds your face in her hands, looking into your eyes. Your lips are only inches apart. “Just shut the fuck up.” She closes the gap between your lips, only coming up for air to look back at you.

Your hands get comfortable tangled in her hair, as she roams your body with her hands. She walks you back, until your back hits the counter. She props you up, lifting you onto the counter by your ass.

“Fuck..” she breathes out. She starts to unbutton her shirt, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck as she does. Ellie grips onto your neck, kissing you lower and lower down your neck. “Take this shit off.”

You prop your ass up, allowing Ellie to fully slip off your pants. She rubs you through your drenched underwear, which only leaves you craving more.

“God..” you breathe out desperately.

“How long have you been dying to fuck me, hm?” She whispers in your ear, while noticing how wet you are.

“So fucking long Ellie” you say through sounds of whimpers.

Ellie looks up at you and grins, still rubbing your clit over your panties. “You know? I see the way you look at me everyday. Just begging to be able to touch me, aren’t you?”

You nod, moaning into Ellie’s ear each time she grazes over where you need her most. “Please Ellie.. more. I need you.”

“God baby, you have no idea how wet you’re making me, being so needy.”

She lifts your shirt up and over your breasts, taking one into her mouth. She moves your underwear to the side and starts fingering you slowly. “Fuck Ellie,” you moan out. You manage to slip Ellie’s pants off, slipping her boxers down until they fall at her ankles. You push her closer to you by wrapping your legs around her hips.

“Please, please baby,” you whimper, letting go of her hips and spreading your legs further to allow her more access.

“So eager.”

Ellie grabs your legs up on the counter for easier access. She slips a finger inside of you, you immediately clench around her, watching as her fingers pump in and out of you. “i’ve been wanting this for so fucking long, dreamt about it.” You say between moans. Ellie gets closer and buries her face in your neck as she’s pounding you slowly and kissing your neck.

“So have i, thought about it often, touched myself to the thought.” You let out a filthy moan in response. You get wetter and wetter and it’s obvious how bad you need her. Ellie chuckles when she feels you dripping on her fingers.

“Like the thought of me fucking myself, baby? Bet you wish you were fucking me like this, hm?”

“Yes, so badly. Fuck. Faster, please.” you bite your lip. Ellie pushes you closer with one arm and starts picking up the pace with the next, she also adds a finger or two, which slip in easily. She changes the angle so her fingers are now deeper inside you. She goes faster, not a second passing between every thrust. She bites at your neck hard, one hand grazing your nipple and the other pumping inside you.

“Feels so g-good, love when you fill me up.” Ellie lets out a sultry moan against your neck.

“You’re so fucking hot”. She stops thrusting and starts curling her fingers inside you, hitting your spot repeatedly. You moan with every move. “I’m close, I'm so close, Ellie.”

“Bet you can’t make me cum like this” She smirks before she sends you over the edge. You moan loudly against her. Your cum flows out of you, wetting Ellie's forearm. “Fuck yes baby, come for me. Just like that.”

You’re out of breath, you’ve never came so hard in your life, and you’d do it again because of how good Ellie’s fingers felt destroying you. You sit like that for a few seconds, catching your breath.

“Let me fuck you.” you pleaded “Want it so bad, been wanting it.”

“Say please.”

“Please.. Ellie.. I wanna feel you. I wanna see how wet you are. I wanna taste you.”

Ellie moans in your ear listening to all the things you wish to do to her. You felt her leaning into you, her body getting heavy.

“I can see how bad you need me Ellie.. give in.” You lean closer into her ear and whisper, “Let me take care of you baby.”

“Fuck, now.” she whines.

You grin, standing up and switching places with Ellie. It turned you on how quickly she gave into you. You lifted her sports bra up over her head, following with kisses all over her chest. You sucked on her breast, savoring the image she made with her mouth propped open. “Oh god,” she moaned.

You took your time, waiting for the perfect moment to finally touch her sopping wet core. Ellie spread her legs underneath you. In which you looked down, finally getting a full view of her dripping cunt. “So fucking pretty,” you said, biting your lip then looking back up at Ellie. Her eyes, burning into yours.

She desires you, she needs you. Most importantly she fucking craved you, and only you. “Please, just touch me already,” she begged.

You lean closer into her, leaving only a few inches between you two. “I’m gonna savor every last fucking drop of you, got it?” You look back down at her pussy. “The more you rush me, the longer it’s gonna take.. understood?”

She nods, not daring to break eye contact.

“Say it.”

“I understand baby.”

You grin, “Good.” You kiss her neck, working your way up to the spot right behind her ear. “Now touch yourself.”

She looks at you, eyes widening. “What-“

“Do it.”

She props her hand up to better position herself. She sucks her fingers slowly and good, definitely on purpose to get a rise out of you. You groan at the sight.

“So pretty,” you say grinning.

“Now baby, let me see you.” She complies, resting her ring and middle finger lightly on her clit. You prop yourself down on your knees, allowing you to look up at her. Getting a view of every angle, every facial expression.

She fingers herself, looking straight at you. You watch as her chest rises and falls heavily. Wet sounds fill the room, but you both craved more.

She speeds up, fucking herself at a steady pace. “Mhm- baby.. I'm so wet.”

“I can tell,” you grin. “And all for me.”

You leave wet kisses on her thigh working your way toward her v-line.

“Fuck.. yes- more please”. Ellie gets frustrated and starts fucking herself faster and faster.

She spreads her legs further, letting you move closer and closer. You breathe against her clit, teasing her. She grabs your hair. “If you don’t fucking fuck me right now, you’re fired for sure.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh. Ellie pushes your weight up and on top of her with her legs. She gets her lips closer to your ear. “Are you going to be a good girl or not?”

Ellie grabs your waist harshly, creating a knot in your stomach.

“Yes, I'm your good girl.” You nod, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs apart.

You put two fingers inside her dripping cunt, moving in and out slowly.

“F-fuck, faster, now.”

“Hm? I didn’t hear a please.”

“Please, fucking.. faster. I cant wait any longer.”

You pick up your pace, fucking yourself into her. You watch as her perfect tits bounce before you. “So fucking wet El.”

You remove your fingers from inside her slowly. You drop to your knees again, face to face with her throbbing clit. “I wanna taste you” you say before your lips meet her bud.

“Fuckk..” Ellie buckles her hips against you. Throwing her head back in pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moan against her. You keep a steady pace, adjusting yourself to what makes Ellie feel her best. She looks down at you, grabbing a fist full of your hair. You circle her clit with your tongue repeatedly, finding a good rhythm, you also tease her folds, moving your tongue up and down. You then start to suck on her clit vigorously causing her to arch her back.

“So fucking good, f-fuck,” her moans were getting louder, her legs began to shake. She starts whimpering and moaning out your name. “I- I can’t take it.”

Ellie was nearing her orgasm, and you craved for more. More time with her. Her legs started to shake uncontrollably. “Baby.. don’t fucking stop.. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You continue, sucking on her sensitive bud for a few more moments before pulling away.

“What the fuck?” She grunts, whining deeply.

“You think I’m done with you? Hm?” You stand back up to get closer to Ellie. You slap her pussy making a loud wet noise. “Stand up.” Ellie twitches underneath your hand. A soft whimper leaves her lips.

You guide Ellie down onto the floor, and lay down right along with her. “I need you to fuck yourself on my tongue” you order. Ellie kisses you deeply, letting out a deep whimper, a sound that sent vibrations through your body.

“Yes, ma’am” She says against your lips, smirking.

“I need you to cum on my face.”

“Oh you need it, hm?” She chuckles lowly as she moves to straddle your face. She looks like an absolute vision from this angle, her wet cunt so close to your mouth, her abs flexing as she hovers above you. Pieces of her hair stick to her forehead as she stares down at you, pupils so big you can barely see the green anymore.

“Fuck- yes, babe” you all but moan, hands circling her thighs as you try to push her down onto your mouth. She resists, though, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you back from her pussy as you huff impatiently against her clit.

“Beg for it” she smirks, one hand snaking down to spread herself open as she pulls your hair tighter.

“Please Ellie, please let me make you cum I promise I’ll be so go-mmf!” You’re cut off as she pushes your face into her, sighing in relief as you begin to eat her out again.

“Fuck, I- I can’t get enough of your pretty little mouth” she moans loudly as she begins to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first but quickly devolving into wild thrusts that leave you almost unable to breathe.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip as she picks up her pace, groans of your name and sloppy wet sounds echoing around the store. Your hands leave her strong thighs so you can play with her tits, pinching her nipples and groaning in unison with her, at the way she clenches on your tongue at the action.

“S’fckingood” you mumble against her, the vibrations of your words against her clit make Ellies legs shake, her head thrown back in pleasure as she continues to use you however she wants.

“Yeah? You like that? Just laying there and taking it while I use you to get off?” You nod desperately at her words, your thighs pressing together and eyebrows furrowing as you focus all your energy on making her cum. “Course you do, dirty fucking girl”

You moan against her, the taste of her heavy on your tongue as you try your best to breathe through your nose. “M’ so f-fucking close baby shit”

An idea pops into your head as you move your hands from her tits to her back, pushing her forward roughly. She catches herself on her hands, and before she can open her mouth to scold you you’re slipping a finger into her dripping hole.

The sound that leaves her is almost pornographic as her hand flies back into your hair.

“O-oh fuck m’- god- m’ gonna cum!” she groans lowly as you continue to pump in and out of her, jaw aching from how hard she's fucking your face. “I’m c-cumming ohmygod I-”

Her hips stutter as she holds you against her. You can’t breathe at all, lungs burning slightly as her thighs press against your ears. Even though you can’t breathe, if the way you’re supposed to die is stuck between your insanely hot boss's legs, you’ve made peace with it. You lick her clean, every drop as she twitches around your mouth.

Ellies legs tremble as she lifts herself off of you, her hand slipping out of your hair as she climbs off your mouth and hand. Your entire lower face is drenched, along with your fingers, and you smile up at her dumbly as she sits down on the couch and pats her thighs, asking you to come join her.

You must be moving too slow because, like the impatient girl she is, she grabs your waist and yanks you towards her with ease. You laugh as you adjust yourself on her lap, wrapping your legs around her and burying your face in her neck. She grabs you by the chin, pulling you in for a passionate kiss before smiling against your mouth.

“Think that friend of yours could have done all that?” Ellie chuckles, her hand on the side of your thigh. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“You know damn well the answer to that.”

“I wanna hear you say it though.”

You move your lips closer to her ear to whisper. Your hands on her neck. “No, she wouldn’t have been able to wreck my pussy like you did.”

It’s evident your words affect her by the way she squeezes your thigh much harder. “You don’t want to get me started again.” She groans, kissing you deeply, biting your lip and then stopping. She props you off her and gets up, putting her clothes back on. She spanks you playfully. “We should find the keys now, shouldn’t we?”

#ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie smut #tlou #switchellie

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squidpedia · 3 months

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Hey! How do you do lineart & Sketches???

You’re one of my biggest inspirations for drawing and I really love your art style!

UM??? THANK YOU?? I 🥺🥺🥺

I’ll try to word this as best as I can but I am honestly terrible at text descriptions/explanations sometimes, so I’m sorry if anythings unclear or odd. My process also varies sometimes depending on the artwork

Sorry for somewhat long answer ahead!

Usually for any artwork that I know will take a longer amount of time, I start with a really quick 1 minute sketch to get the proof of concept down. It doesn’t have to look good and the proportions may be very off and really messy but thats ok, my main goal is just to get the whole idea down and interpret it again later. I write notes next to the sketches sometimes if I have a specific thing I want to include later like for the coloring or lighting.

After that, I usually make a revised sketch on top of that and keep tweaking or redoing the sketch until I get something I like. This is also where I reccomend you start checking proportions and flipping the canvas. The first and third image had to be revised before I was able to make lineart I was happier with. Some other times I just jump straight into the lineart if I think the sketch already looks ok (but this is kinda risky as I usually end up having to resize a lot of the lineart later when doing this, which can end up dropping the quality of the selected area and making it slightly blurred compared to everything else. Sometimes I just end up redoing the lineart entirely for the selected area when this happens).

When coloring the lineart I try to mostly color lines that exist inside the silhouette of the person, but I’m also kinda loose with this rule and also will color anything on the edges if I think it looks better in a certain instance.

I’ve been trying to keep my lineart much thinner and enjoy using Procreate’s ballpoint pen for lineart. For sketches I usually use whatever feels most satisfying or convenient or just try a new brush for sketching to spice up my process every now and then.

In worst case-scenarios, if I’m really struggling to get something I like when sketching, then I just keep redoing the sketch and trying to figure out what I don’t like about it. The undertale the musical gif had something around 6 redo’s before I finally liked it enough to give it lineart

Sometimes I also try making quick messy color mock-ups of my sketches to plan out colors or specific effects for later to test what colors I like and what I think would look good for later. I also might write notes if there’s any extra details I think of that I want to include later

Thats everything I can think of, I hope this helps and sorry again for this being a pretty long answer, its the best way I could think to explain my process, but I hope its a bit helpful at least!

#pedia says stuff #pedias art #doodles #asks

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cookieeks-art · 3 months

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I don't really go here (don't have a computer or console to play the game on), but I got curious about this man after seeing him on my dash, and now I can't stop thinking about him. So here's some art I've made of him in-between scrambling to find gameplay videos featuring him and reading everything I can find about him online. (Feat what I imagine my builder would look like if I had the game. Her name is Frida and she's so far only wearing the basic clothes, bcs I'm not sure if I can properly figure out how she would dress unless I played the game. Also, I projected a little of my own trepidations with marriage on her, mostly because I imagine that even with Pen not wanting to be married it might hurt his ego a little for someone to be so happy that marriage with him isn’t on the table.) The text in the first panel in the comic is taken directly from the wiki, (apparently it’s his response when accepting a romantic confession?), but I apologise if he’s ooc in the rest of the comic, I'm still getting a feel for him.

(ID in alt and under cut!)

[ID:

A digital drawing of Pen from My time at Sandrock. It’s shows him shoulder up, from a profile view, a serious expression of his face. He’d shaded in a warm orange with light blue highlights. The background is a greyish green. In the lower right corner is a doodle of a person with long hair, grasping the air infront of them with a comically feral expression and text reading “I’m so normal about him” ending with a smiley face above her head. In the corner is aslo a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The second image is a digitally coloured sketch of Pen from My time at Sandrock. He’s vivible from the hips and up, and from a 3/4 perspective, standing against a gradient background, and smiling at something off screen. He has one hand on his hip and his cape is flowing beside him. He’s cast in warm orange light, with blue shadows. In the bottom of the picture is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

A comic in greyscale, featuring Pen and my builder Frida, a skinny woman with a round face, a scar on the left side of her chin, and light hair pulled up into a messy high ponytail. She’s dressed in the default builder outfit.

The first panel shows Pen looking down at Frida, smiling smugly with his hand under his chin, two stars around his head, and saying: “Very well! I promise you I will not only be the Protector of Sandrock, but the protector of you. Though you must know, I am in strong opposition to this strange concept called "marriage."”. Frida is looking up at him, her back to the viewer.

The second panel shows Frida beaming up at Pen who’s now the one with his back towards the viewer, she’s giving him a thumbs up, while exclaiming: “Then we are on the same page!” with a smiley face at the end. Beside her head is a small “yay!” written above another smiley, but with an open mouth smile. Pen appears to almost freeze up.

The third panel shows Frida walking away from pen with a pep in her step, a big happy smile on her face alongside a blush. “Terrified of marriage” is written above her head, with an arrow pointing to her. Pen is still standing in the same pose as before, but with a baffled expression on his face, and question marks around his head.

The fourth panel focuses in on Pens face, as he lowers his hand, appearing now to be both confused and slightly miffed, question marks still around his head.

The final panel show Pen spanning into another confident pose, looking to the side with his fingers grazing his forehead, sparkles around his head. He smiles, and says “Ha! Poor Skinny! So upset, but trying to have good humor about it! I can see through it easily! But good play, good play.” He’s sweating slightly.

In the right lower corner is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

End of ID]

#mtas pen #mtas #fanart #sketches #sketch #this man and Arthur are duking it out in my mindscape for attention rn #not even kidding #I’m still working on the superhero au fic though!

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fp-am · 1 year

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something to write?

hmm...

First time that Orange sees snow?

kind of short, but here’s a young Second discovering snow

heehee

(Third Person POV)

Circa, 2015

“We have another animation to make, Second.”

“Ok!”

It was around Christmas time of 2015. Second was still young and curious, being nurtured and cared for on Alan’s current computer. He’d never seen much of the outside world besides a few scenes and drawings of nature.

He always asked his friends about all the things he’d yet to learn. So far, he loved every drop of information he has consumed.

Today was another busy day. A simple background animation commission for Christmas time. Second was still new to the whole Christmas thing, but was excited to learn more.

Second started drawing pine trees and sketching a landscape, giving it a cool night sky with stars. He glanced over at Alan. To his confusion, he was drawing some white marks on the perfect trees and grass that he had just drawn.

“Alan, what are you doing?”

“wdym?”

“Why are you putting white marks on the background?”

“do you not know about snow?”

“..snow?”

“it’s something that comes around during the winter. when it gets too cold, the rain drops in the clouds freeze up and turn into little shards of ice. that’s what we call snow. once the snow falls, it bunches up and stays on the ground due to the cold weather.”

“Ohh.. it’s like ice.. but smaller?”

“kind of. Why don’t you touch it?”

Second curiously looked at the snow Alan drew. Leaping over, he stuck a hand in. He pulled it out almost immediately.

“Ah! Cold!”

“pft. well of course it’s cold. but its fun to play around with. watch.”

With a smile, Alan drew some more snow, then used his mouse to roll it up into a few balls. Placing them on top of eachother, he drew some accessories for the snowman.

“Woah!”

“see? here, try.”

Drawing some accessories, Alan handed them to Second and backed up.

Scooping up some, Second started building his own snowman. But, every single time, the snow crumbled. He started to get angry, but eventually, he figured it out. Carefully, he stuck on the accessories.

“There! It’s not.. uh.. good but.. I did it.”

“I think it looks great.”

“You’re just saying that..”

“no. It’s really great, Sec.”

“But yours is way better.”

“It’s only ‘better’ because I used a mouse. I didn’t put any effort into it. yours has heart put into it.”

That made Second smile a little.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Well..”

..Second jumped directly into his own snowman, letting it crumble and go down.

“?????”

“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! I like how soft it is.. I could take a nap in it.”

“why are you always so sleepy”

“I don’t know, but I feel like if I closed my eyes right here, I could just sleep.”

“wouldn’t it be too cold?”

“I don’t think so..” Second yawned, snuggling into the cold, soft lump of snow that used to be a snowman. “Mmmh.. I actually think it’s just right.”

Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.

…

It was hours later when Second awoke.

“Mmmph..? Huh?”

“oh, you’re up”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yep”

“Oh.. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I finished it anyway.”

Second looked around. With all the shading and the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was beautiful.

“Wow..”

“what is it?”

“It’s so pretty..”

“hm. I guess you’re right.”

Suddenly, Second sneezed and sniffled.

“Ah.. what was that?”

“It looks like your sick from sleeping in the snow. you might have a cold.”

“Like.. a sickness?”

“Mhm. cmon. let’s get you in bed so you can get to feeling better..”

“Ok.”

Second left with a smile that night.

Snow. What a curious thing.

#alan becker #animation vs animator #ava #animation vs minecraft #avm #ava the second coming #ava tsc

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bellswlw · 1 year

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ all the lights (in new york city aren’t as bright as her) pt 1 ⇨ e. williams au

ellie williams x fem!love interest

wc: 9.2k

playlist | masterlist

summary: ellie is known for being non-committed, having a scruffy laugh, her favorite coffee shop, and a reputation when it came to her tattooing abilities and her passion for it. she wasn’t known for love. and she certainly wasn’t the first person you’d think of when it came to finding someone that put all of those things above all else. even herself. but… she was just that.

cw: these are overall themes for the series as a whole. grief, depression, angst, alcoholism, small age gap, -underage- drinking (wine) and drug use (weed), neighbor!ellie, complicated family dynamics, tattoo artist!ellie, written in third POV and love interest is given a name.

a/n: this is for all the hopeless romantics and loser lesbians. the big city lovers and small town fanatics, the ones who look at the midnight sky, the ones who can’t sleep, and the ones who don’t talk about the things that hurt. i see you, and the moon and the butterflies love you.<3

Ellie had never been big on romance; movies, TV shows, and especially dating. She never saw the need for it, and she never really saw the appeal.

She could never picture herself meeting someone just by chance, or some unconventional and hyper-specific reason just for them to end up being the love of her life for a few months and end with an inevitable heartbreak… yeah, no. That wasn’t worth it to her.

Although her friends seemed to have found people in the big apple, Ellie was still the same as she was. Herself.

And that meant being by herself. If not working or hooking up in someone’s apartment or loft or even up in the bathroom of some party, she’s preferably at home lounging about or drawing up sketches on her iPad.

She got around, yes, but she wasn’t a dick about it. She didn’t count on her fingers or keep a list of names somewhere. She just grew an understanding for when someone was giving her flirty eyes from across the room… and had looked up into the same ones that were rolling back while her tongue was grazing that sweet spot of a girl she didn’t even know the same of.

Or in an empty apartment with a roommate ‘out of town’, holding onto the hips of another girl, grinding her against Ellie’s jean-covered thigh.

These encounters were simple. Do-able. Relaxed. Ellie liked that, she’d admit it. Shit, she has.

“So… when can I meet her?” Dina beams from across the table, leaning forward to grab her glass and hold it in her hand, waiting to take a sip until she replies.

Ellie took a swig of her coffee and glared at Dina. “No— Dina, no. You do this every time. You get more attached than I do, and then you bitch at me when I tell you… you can’t meet her. ‘Cuz I’m not seeing her anymore… by the way.”

Her glass meets the table with a low thud, turning the heads of a few other people who were sitting in the outside section of the coffee shop along side the two of them. “What? Why.” the way she said it had an insult attached. Almost to say, are you fucking nuts?

“B’cus. She’s… because I said so. And she wants more than I can give her anyway so…” and she leans forward to lift her cup off the table again just as she feels Dina’s glare marinate in the corner of her eyes, making her flare up with a silent embarrassment.

“I’m not doing this with you. Stop asking to meet my one night stands. ‘Kay?” and Ellie takes a sip of her coffee, the dark rich flavor burning into her tongue like a hot knife.

Dina leans back in her chair, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “I just think it’s weird. They all like you. Why can’t you just try?” and she sounded a little more genuine this time, her brows knitted together as she tried to find the soft spot in Ellie’s eyes.

But of course it wasn’t there. Of course it wasn’t. They’d been hard for years, a rock coating over the emerald green like there had never been an ounce of fondness at all.

“Why try ‘n fix somethin’ if it’s not broken?” And she let the smirk find its way into the divots of her face and soon started relaxing in her chair, fanning her legs like Dina’s words hadn’t nipped a part of her that she wish they didn’t.

“Whatever.” Dina sighed as she rolled her eyes before her phone lit up with a notification, from Alex.

You guys still out?

“It’s Alex.” she says, lifting her phone from its place on the metal table top.

“Figures. Can’t go two seconds without him on your ass.”

That deserved the scoff she gave you. Ellie was being a dick. Her feelings were hurt. But of course, she’d never admit that.

“He wants to know if we’re still out.” she says into her phone, her fingers flying across the keyboard in response.

Yeah, what’s up? We’re at 787.

“Tell him we’re shopping or… I dunno, fucking.” and she laughed, amused with herself of course. She took another sip of her coffee before saying, “Bet he’d get a kick outta that.”

“Dick.” she murmured, and didn’t even look up from her phone.

Ellie just chuckled to herself. She knew it embarrassed Dina, becoming friends with the girl she had a crush on for months and after hooking up at a party… decided she liked her better as a friend. And Ellie liked Dina, and the mouth she had on her.

Muttering under her breath a thousand little “fuck”s while she helped Ellie move her couch up four flights of stairs… or after the job interview she had been stressing over for weeks and had cussed herself home six long blocks… or the time she had gotten so drunk that she accidentally slammed her hand in the door and was screaming strings of curse words while Ellie made her run it under cold water for what felt like 2 hours.

And the whole time… “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

Just wondering. You wanna come by later tho? Maybe we can talk??

“He said he wants to talk, again. Look.”

Dina is handing her phone over to Ellie as she reads the message, her face forming an unforgiving sneer.

“Tell him to fuck off.” Ellie glances up at her before her brows fly upward with inspiration. “No, actually— I’ll do it.” and her fingers begin to type the message out moments before Dina stands from the her chair to snatch her phone back from her.

“You’re pissing me off,” she admits, typing a reply while reading it back to Ellie.

Can’t. We’re shopping. Soon tho, promise;)

“Winky face?” she said, the look on her face a punch to the gut to Dina’s continuing embarrassment.

“Hey… don’t judge. You should be lucky we’re not actually going shopping.” Dina said with a finger pointing towards Ellie’s chest.

“Awe, we’re not? I thought you were gonna buy me that pink little thong? With the lace?”

“You’re delusional.”

“I’m funny.”

“How about… crazy.”

“Witty?”

“Try on my last fucking nerve.”

Dina pushed herself up off the chair across from her, grabbing her things and expecting Ellie to follow suit… but she stayed put.

“C’mon.” she said and jerked her head back just enough to motion for Ellie to stand up along side her.

“I’m good here.” she said casually, resting her arms on the chair, even leaning on the back two legs with a smirk plastered on her face.

God, did she love to fuck with her. It was so easy.

“You’re infuriating, y’know that?” Dina stood there for a moment longer, betting how long she was willing to keep this up before she scoffed and threw up a hand. “Motherfuckin’ asshole,” and walked off with the sound of Ellie lowly snickering to herself ringing in her ears.

She texted her a few hours later, and for a second time that day, Ellie’s face had immediately scrunched at the sight of her and Alex’s messages.

Why can’t you just come over for like a few, just to talk

I’m really busy rn, we can soon tho

When is soon???

Hello?

Dina??

Yeah, I’m here. Idk. My schedule is a lot rn with work. we’ll talk. I’ll text you, okay?

Ellie read the message that Dina sent after the screenshot, firing back instantly.

Idk what to do

Tell him to FUCK. OFF.

But he’s really nice

bro

You literally went on like one date w him and he called you his girlfriend… and made you meet his parents at 7am on a Friday.. HE IS WEIRDDD

Idk

I should talk to him

Dina. U know he doesn’t just wanna talk. c’mon

Ellie’s phone goes stagnant for a new minutes, and she continues scrolling on her phone from the privacy of her apartment and the busted up couch she fell asleep on far too often.

Then another string of messages came in.

Seriously

Help

He’s coming ovsr

Over*

ELLIE

FUCK

Dude I can’t help you

You’re a lost cause

Wear protection or something Lol

Fuck u

Yeah I’d want to if he was the other option too

Sick burn

Yeah yeah I’m sure u will, don’t forget to pick up some Monistat LMAO

She chuckles to herself before there’s a slice of complete silence inside the walls of Ellie’s apartment, bring her back to reality when she finally tosses her phone aside next to her on the couch and slugging herself up and toward the kitchen.

Ellie had never been much of a cook. But then again, she’d never been much of anything, other than an artist. She didn’t like calling herself that though. She thought it was a little tacky and cliché. Artíst. Such bullshit.

But it was who she was. And artist, drawer, sketcher, painter… whatever, it’s all the same. Anyone who can see an idea in their mind and let it leave through the work of their hands is an artist by default.

That’s what landed her the job she has now, tattooing at a shop a few blocks over called InK & Sink.

It’s exactly what it sounds like. Kind of. It’s a place where a group of really high tattoo artists decided to open up a place that was the first tattoo and edible shop all in one place.

The edible shop is on the ground floor, mostly covered in neon signs and a cheesy bakery case near the front with a cash register. Tattooing was down a flight of stairs toward the back, in a renovated basement with the main wall painted a burnt-orange and full of a majority of previous tattoo stencils. And it was all run by a man called Drot. He has what’s left of a Romanian accent, ink covering his head to toe and a love for baking. (And a borderline criminal amount of stand mixers.)

Ellie absolutely loved her job. She loved everything about it. And she meant everything. It made her chest puff up with pride anytime someone came in specifically to get tattoo’d by her. Her work. They loved her work. They saw it online and needed to have it.

She loved talking to customers, and seeing the first timers (regardless of age) relax into her chair for sometimes hours at a time while she listened to their life stories. Knowing people. Learning about so many people. It fascinated her. It made her feel less alone, which she hated to think about, but loved to pretend it was normal to feel the way she did.

She sometimes wished she could record their conversations so she could one day playback all of them and keep them all for herself. The small group of people that she had this connection with, forever. But she obviously knew that was creepy. And weird… and a little stalkerish. But the sentiment was nice.

The pay was good too. She also loved that. And the fact that she had most holidays off. Drot didn’t like being open when it was any time the snow was past the welcome mat either, and he certainly didn’t enjoy the 45 minute drive every morning —especially if there was rain— from the shop to his house.

He was protective of his building, and his customers, and his staff. He loved them like his goddamn family. And as far as he was concerned, they were. His accent wasn’t only, but it was his past too. It was something that he didn’t talk about much, but the ink on his arms told that story well enough.

His parents came to the US from Romania, he was six. And he lived in Utah most of his life, up until high school when he went to Texas for college and stayed until his mid twenties. He met Mia here in New York within the first week… and now they have two kids, close to Ellie’s age.

Or so she guesses, he has their names on the back of his ankles with what Ellie can only assume is their birthdays just below them. She’s only ever seen it once, and has never met either of them. They don’t come around much.

She’s brought back into her kitchen now, the cold buzzing of her fridge sending a chill through her fingers as she pursed her lips together and slowly tapped lazily on the door, trying to decide what to eat.

She needed to go grocery shopping, badly. Her fridge was bare excluding some blueberries that rotted away in the corner, a tower full of sauces, old take out, and a pack of pudding she hadn’t opened yet.

She decided this was her dinner. Four chocolate pudding cups.

Ellie sighed, reaching forward into the cold box and pulling them back with an even heavier sigh. They’d expired. How that is? She had no idea. Seeing as they typically lasted over a year without going bad.

“Shit.” she said to herself, for some reason started looking around the room for something to eat… as if there would be a fully prepared dish hiding itself under all of her unopened mail.

Fuck, she did not want to leave right now. She wanted to stay in, to people watch from her window and then shower and go to bed. She did not want to go ou—

She went out. And she hated every minute of it. From her favorite corner store being closed, to some asshole not knowing how to drive and almost reversed into her… she hated all of it.

But it didn’t stop her from popping into the liquor store on the way back for some beer.

The bell rang above her head, the familiar ring to her reddened ears making her sigh. She didn’t want to let something so small bug her, but her patience was limited on an empty stomach. Probably why she was always fighting to urge to put someone in their place at any given time. Nerves running on nerves. Bone on bone.

“Welcome in,” the cashier said from behind the counter, finishing up checking out a group of kids half her age. Candy and soda and a bunch of other things trickled down into five different transactions. Counting pennie’s and dimes until they could cover it all.

Ellie took a breath in before making her way towards the back of the store, pulling the door open with a shaking hungry hand and grabbing the first 6-pack she saw. Her greedy fingers were wrapped around the cardboard carrier, and soon she was scanning the aisles for something to line her stomach for the night.

She landed on a Heath bar, some Pringles and a Cup-O-noodle. She also grabbed a bag of Skittles at checkout.

“You wanna bag?”

Ellie pulled her wallet from her back pocket and nodded, fishing out a twenty dollar bill as the cashier put her snacks and her form of a sleeping aid in the plastic bag.

She was soon rattling off a “Thank you.” as she stuffed her change into her front pocket and grabbed her things before nudging the door open with her elbow.

It didn’t take her long to crack open the shiny new 6-pack. At the next busied corner, she unclipped her carabiner from her belt loop and took her guitar shaped bottle opener and rather forcefully opened up her drink with a familiar and comforting hiss.

Pulling the glass bottle from its home, she put it to her lips and let it simmer down her throat.

Ellie drank beer, yes. She liked what she liked. She liked not only how it made her feel, but look. She thought it made her seem like the coolest person in the room sometimes. (she’d never admit that of course—although the smirk on her face nearly gave her away every time—) Plus, she wouldn’t be caught dead with a glass of wine in her hand if she could help it.

She hasn’t been drinking for very long (legally that is) and even before then, beer was always her go-to. And most available. It was light enough to make her feel buzzed and a little horny, but if she had a few more after that buzz… she nearly became unbearable.

She could still remember the good parts of the night, and block out the parts where she collapses to the ground with tears pooling in her eyes and curses under her breath until she’s crying so hard that the bottle in her hand fuzzes itself out of her grip with a loud, rippling crash as it hits the ground.

Ellie.

Beer.

They mixed; sometimes.

Tonight, it was the buzz of two to three beers. Her mouth was on the bottle until she stopped dead in her tracks to see a giant ass bed frame tilted halfway into the open door of the apartment diagonal from Ellie’s.

She scoffed under her breath, a low “Fuck,” falling from her lips as she stashed her drink in her bag and dragged her feet down the hall.

Who the fuck was moving in at… Jesus, it was only 7. She was a third of the way to a black out at 7pm on a Thursday, great.

“You have to move it, no— fuck! Seriously?” and that’s when Ellie had actually noticed him, coming out from behind the other side of the frame, throwing his arms up and yelling into the door.

“You have to move it! Don’t just stand there… Jesus Christ,” and Ellie pulls her brows together at the sound of his voice, all the alcohol pouring out of her and into the palms of her hands that had suddenly gone clammy.

She hears someone else, a softer voice compared to the scruffy shouts she had to ring out from her head. She seems upset. And rightfully so. This guy was being a dick.

“Can you just— for fucks sake, I’m trying!” and Ellie then see’s the bed frame shake back and forth with the emphasis of her words. It sent a shock of adrenaline through Ellie for some reason, and it made her spiral with a multitude of thoughts.

This must be her boyfriend, asshole. She should break up with him. Wonder if she likes girls. Wonder if she like’s mascs. Is she even gay? Bet she’s hot, her voice sounds kind of familiar, shit hopefully not… that’d be so awkward. What if it’s not? What if she—

“Dorin, can you fucking stop?! You’re gonna break it!” and she hears that same voice, and for some reason she tries to place it, slipping into the frames of faces she knows. She fails, but god, it was so distinct. So… familiar. She could’ve sworn she’d heard it before.

She was soon drawn from her endless daydream when he—Dorin, she could only guess— looked up at her, finally ceasing to take his hands from the metal and notice her standing there.

Ellie stood frozen in the hall, her eyes slightly widening when she realizes that he can see her, too.

“Sorry,” she spurts, remembering that her legs actually worked and used them to take a tentative step forward.

“‘t’s fine.” and he looks back into the door before taking a step back. He’s glaring inside the apartment, almost as if to say that it wasn’t actually fine at all.

But Ellie couldn’t move. She was afraid to take another step. She didn’t want to have to potentially face one of her hook ups… not if she could help it.

She couldn’t really walk anyways, because the frame was jutting out so far that it had blocked her path just enough to cut off access to her door. “Um, my door… it’s ah, the…” and she motioned her hand forward, god she was so fucking flustered.

He sighed, not even trying to hide his ire from her. “She can’t get by. We’re gonna have to fucking take it apart or something.” and he was leaning against it now.

The sight was an odd one, Ellie watching her new neighbor at a stand still with a gray metal bed frame and talk into his apartment. Even if she weren’t a little drunk, she’d be just as confused.

“I don’t have the directions! I thought you said it’d fit!” and Ellie could see the hazy vision of her set up, just getting ready for a tattoo. She remembered pulling apart paper towels, setting them down with the black haze of her gloves…

And she heard the murmur of her voice —or, someone’s— from what felt like a million miles away. She couldn’t fucking zero in on it. She needed to. She needed to know.

Without thinking, Ellie chirped up, walking a few more steps to see into the living room with boxes hoarding its corners. She couldn’t see her. “Might need to ditch it. These doors suck. ‘t’s gonna shred it.” and she looked to Dorin, trying to gage if he believed her.

She didn’t care honestly, she was fucking starving and needed to get inside her apartment and piece together this nightmare of a voice.

He pauses, looks back through the door and then back to Ellie. “…She’s right. Let’s just toss it. I’m too fucking tired for this right now.” and she can tell when he says it that she’s upset, but eventually she agrees.

And that’s how Ellie ended up tossing that stupid fucking bed frame down those same four flights of stairs until it was a sad pile of metal sitting on the curb.

Dorin had nearly demanded she stay upstairs, saying he didn’t need help, but Ellie wasn’t an asshole. He clearly needed help. In all honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know his left from right.

Okay, maybe she was kind of as asshole. Regardless, she wasn’t the type who just stood by and watched someone struggle to get their footing right when trying to throw a bed frame over the banister of the fourth floor.

Ellie had set down her bag by now, and stepped up to give him a hand. Which ultimately resulted in helping him carry it all the way back down and place what was left of it on the curb for someone to take.

“Thanks,” he said, wiping the palms of his hands on his jeans before reaching out to greet Ellie. “I’m Dorin.”

She glanced down at it before shaking it firmly. He wasn’t expecting, obviously. They never do. “Ellie.” was all she said.

When she climbed the stairs for a third time that day, Ellie had hoped she was standing outside the door or at the least, leaning against it frame before ducking behind a corner like a timid cat.

She wasn’t, of course. The door was closed shut for the night.

Probably for the best. Ellie didn’t want to be up late drawing sketches of her all night, she had work tomorrow. She was opening.

She had actually enjoyed the earlier shifts. Her body was still waking her as soon as the sun had risen, and not to mention… it had helped keep her schedule clear for the afternoons and evenings.

Although, it had been about a week or two since her last… escapade. She hadn’t really known why, but there was a flicker in her sex life that she had a hard time ignoring. Something had threatened to put it out.

She didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to get inside her apartment and let what just happened roll of her shoulders with the help of what was inside her bag.

Ellie eventually trudged down the hall toward her door, unlocking it with a heavy sigh after failing the first two times. “God, dammit.” she swore under her breath before Dorin had come up after her and disappear behind his own door.

She pushed the door open, finally slipping inside. She was so tired all of this sudden. And her body had ached with something so deep that she actually lifted her shirt to feel around her ribs for a mark. There wasn’t one, but she felt it so much that she winced inside every time she took a step around her tiny kitchen.

In the matter of about ten minutes, Ellie was sitting in front of her TV with a styrofoam cup of ramen that had been devoured almost instantly along with an empty candy bar wrapper and an open can of Pringles, leaving her to lay down on her couch with an arm hanging off as she felt herself falling into a light sleep.

A few hours later, after her body had decided to fall deeper into the couch, she jerked herself awake with the sound of her phone pinging her back to the shrilling silence of her apartment. Followed by a starch in the air that was so thick, it had expressed a single dry cough from her.

“Shit,” she murmured, rubbing a hand over the side of her face and the deep marks that had left their presence with a red hue.

She looked down at the screen, reading the time. It was past nine.

I think I just met the love of my life.

He fucking held the door out for me when I was leaving Alex’s building and did that thing you know where they look u up and down

Holy shit fuck oh my god

Ellie blinked before replying, squinting when her fingers flew across the screen to message back.

Oh yeah? Should I order my tux? Do you need a flower girl???

No bc maybe

He didn’t even say anything to me but like in a hot way

Right…

Fuck off

He was hot

I hope he lives in the building maybe i’ll have to see Alex more til i figure out where he lives

Dina that’s fucking insane. How’d that go btw?

I assume he isn’t invited to the wedding??

Jesus, no

I’ll tell u tmrw, what time do you work?

Ellie rattles off her schedule to Dina for rest of the week and the following: four morning shifts and a closing.

She enjoyed working. Probably a little bit too much. But it was a good, stable job for her after all. And plus, it kept her mind busy; which was most important.

Dina replied a minute later with K sounds good before turning her phone on Do not Disturb, the notification popping up at the bottom of Ellie’s screen.

She eventually stands, her jeans suddenly feeling too tight on her legs as she made her way toward the bathroom to lazily peel them from her just before turning the shower on.

Ellie had hated nights like this. The ones that never seemed to end… no matter how hard she tried. Especially when she was fighting remembering. She wanted to forget. She so desperately wanted to forget and let it slip through the cracks of her brain down the shower drain.

But it wouldn’t, of course it wouldn’t. It was far too thick. Like a sludge that has coated the entirety of her before hardening around the biggest parts, cracking and blistering her skin like porcelain.

That’s what she was after all, something so fragile on the inside with a hard shell. And all it would take was some rain to wash it all away, leaving her exposed.

She rattled inside with every step she took, fear seeping through the bottoms of her shoes as if she were walking on eggshells. But can two of the same thing really break each other?

In the dead of night, after her hair had partially dried—or begin to sweat— she was gasping against the still air of her bedroom, shooting up from her position to let in small hiccups that somewhat resembled a single breath. Inout inout inout.

Her eyes were wide open, scanning for her darkened surroundings. Feeling around her bed for the blanket that had once covered her, her books on her nightstand, the sleeping pills she never took. And her journal. She felt for her journal and the old cover that was familiar enough to make her feel as though she was thumbing a baby blanket.

You’re home. You’re safe. You’re safe. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1234. 1234. 1. 2. 3. 4.

Her dreams had begun eating her in her sleep again. Always the same one. And always so fucking real.

The next breathe she takes is deeper. Shaky, but long enough to make her rest her elbows on her spread out thighs and pinch the bridge of her nose with one hand. She lets it out, the shaky rattle nearly making her whistle.

She tries to forget. She wants to forget. To um-burn this memory from her brain and fill it with the memories that she is trying so hard to hold onto. The ones she keeps between the pages of her journal, the ones that are marked in ink as to never be erased or wiped clean.

She wants these memories inside her head. To jam pack with good and rid of the bad. Get rid of this stupid fucking nightmare that makes her cry before she even realizes she’s awake.

Ellie tells herself it’s only that. “It’s only a nightmare.” But it wasn’t. Before, it was a memory. Something that has stamped her red anger and blue with sadness to mend a broken purple that no one ever sees.

Her breathing begins to slow, and the loud drum of her heartbeat floods out when she looks out her window to catch a glimpse of the sky.

It always felt so big— so… targeted. But yet she always found herself in this moment with the moon. Watching over her as she tried to sooth herself back to sleep.

She does, (eventually) and soon enough the ringing in her ears fades, leaving her to only hear the sound her shaky ribs are making, listening just close enough to hear them rattle from deep within her chest.

Ellie’s hand reaches out from underneath her covers one last time, making sure she could feel the familiar cracked up material of her book. She fell back asleep just a few moments later.

As soon as the moon says goodnight and the Sun begins to wake, as does Ellie. The blinding curl of its brightness makes her squint and throw a hang over her face, smudging her hair to cover her eyes too.

Ellie sighs, letting the sound relish for a minute before throwing her legs over the side of her unmade bed and look for some clean clothes. God, did she seriously need to get her shit together.

She should be more prepared honestly. Having the seasons changed had usually helped, but now it… it had felt different.

Like the sludge wasn’t just just coating over her, but eating her. Letting itself inside to soak through the cracks of her skin as if she was already dead, forming roots from her brittle bones as the earth enveloped her in and drained every last ounce of herself that was left to her name.

Soon enough she finds some pants to wear, a ripped pair of black jeans, torn at the knee. Ellie wasn’t much of a shopper, she rarely bought clothes until they shredded themselves from her body. And because she knew that, she kept her closet filled with identical replicas. Mostly black, but there were a few nice shirts she wore and even a pair of dress shoes.

She never wore those though. She never had anywhere nice to go… still, she had them; just in case.

And as she pulled the jeans over her lose boxers, Ellie had heard the low murmurs of that same voice, and she thought maybe she was dreaming.

But no. She had heard it right. The muffled sound becoming less as she opened her bedroom door to hear her through the thin material of her apartment wall, followed by the striking sound of what Ellie could only guess was her banging —or kicking?— at her own door.

“Motherfucker!” she heard her say, and the way it rang in her ears tunneled so deep she got stuck in her tracks.

It was so fucking familiar. Where has she heard it? This was going to drive her absolutely fucking insane. But she tried to ignore it anyway, finding herself actually shake her head out of the daze and squint when she peeped through the hole in her front door.

She could see her standing there with some of her things including a large cup with a handle and her bag. But… no shoes. Or keys, by the looks of it.

Shit, she thought. That must suck. But where was her boyfriend? Bet he’s passed out. Dick.

Ellie stood there for another moment before the growl of her stomach had peeled her away from the peephole. She made an empty promise to find something on the way to work, knowing she wasn’t going to stop. And that she’d eat on her lunch. Knowing she had over a 2 hour session at noon today.

But this is how it always was. This is what the sludge did. Take and take and take. Give, then take some more… and take a little extra. Just giving her enough to keep her alive.

Eventually though, she finished getting ready. And that meant combing through her hair just to pull it back and doing the same with a T-shirt that hung loose on her cracked ribs. She slid her converse on and grabbed her Ipad and the rest of her things before slipping them into her black messenger bag and out the door.

She tried not to notice how her eyes were glued onto her as soon as she finished locking her door and turned to see the backside of her, and how suddenly she had the urge to pretend she left something inside and climb out the fire escape. Or how fucking pretty she was. Her hair was done nicely— nicer than Ellie’s— and had pieces that framed her face.

Jesus she was getting dizzy. She looked away, hoping she hadn’t seen the utter shock on her face.

Holy shit. Oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygod.

“Morning,” she said, and it was then that Ellie had to pretend she wasn’t shitting bricks while she stared hard enough trying to get the key out of her door that it might melt under her gaze.

She turned. Played it cool, because this was so cool. Totally nonchalant.

“Morning.” she replied, then, because she was totally chill, she tilted her head up toward her and spoke again. “Locked out?”

She looked down then, avoiding Ellie’s eyes before a dry chuckle left her lips. “Yeah, I uh.. guess you could say that. Think it’s jammed or s’mthing.” she looked embarrassed, crossing her feet that displayed her socks.

Ellie took a step toward her down the hall, trying to pluck her words to form a sentence over the raging sound of her heard pounding inside her chest, threatening to burst right then and there.

“Damn, that sucks. You tried uh…?” and Ellie fell short when she looked her in eye, suddenly losing all the air from her lungs and every ounce of blood from her veins.

Jesus, what the fuck.

“If you’re gonna say opening it, then yes. And I tried my key, it won’t work. I also don’t have my phone.” and it was then that somewhere Ellie knew she should offer to help.

There was a slice of herself that was open, ready to help and offer up her phone to call someone, but it shrunk before her voice had found it’s way up her throat to say it, sinking a thousand feet into the depths of her stomach with a gulp.

“Shit. Well I hope you figure it out.” and she didn’t say another word before making her way past her— ignoring the smell of her perfume radiating off of her and staining Ellie’s nostrils with the hint of honey— toward the stairs.

As soon as she was out of ear-shot, she swore under her breath. “Fuck!” leaving her lips as her feet had stomped down all three remaining floors and onto the street where she pulled a hand down her face with a low groan.

“What the fuck,” she said to herself. She had been a fucking asshole, for no reason. No reason at all. She could go back up there, offer up her phone, shit she’d even give her her own shoes. But she knew she wouldn’t. She knew that. Ellie would move out if it meant never having to go through that again.

And jesus, what had gotten into her? She felt… nervous. But not the same kind of nervous she felt before taking a girls shirt off… Something that felt unfamiliar and uncertain. Like she was about to jump off a cliff with nothing but a paper clip to help crash her fall.

As if she really were falling, and the pavement underneath her feet had shattered and begun giving out beneath her converse. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t.

Ellie snapped her eyes shut for a moment, breathing in the air that had already began warming with the rising sun.

You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re in control. 1234,1234.

She only let herself stand there for a moment longer before she curled her toes inside her shoes and managed to begin walking. Jesus, she was losing it.

Soon enough, Ellie makes it inside the door of InK & Sink with a few minutes to spare. She hated being late, but today by some miracle she had actually managed to make it in time. She had an early appointment —just after 9:30– so she had made her way downstairs after saying a quick “Morning.” to Drot in passing.

He waved her off a silent greeting, his phone pressed to his ear listening closely. “And you tried it again? Well… fuck, can’t you just… okay. No. It’s okay, it’s fine.” And he sighed, running a hand over his face just as Ellie had taken her first steps downstairs.

“Hold on a second, hold. Hey! Ellie? C’mere for a minute.” And her lips had tugged in a straight line, just before she wiped it off and let her brows turn ‘casually’ as she made her way back to him, leaning against the archway.

“Would you um, mind working the cash register for a bit? Just a bit… my um.. my daughter locked herself out, she uh… yes I gotta— No, I’m not going to break… yeah, yes, yes. Okay.” And it was then that he looked toward her, waiting for her response that she had failed to form inside her head.

She said something, not realizing until the words echoed through the thunder washing over her ears.

“Uh… I have uh… yeah. Yeah, sure.” and that’s all she said as she watched him say a few more words into his phone before swapping places with Ellie and making it out the door in the matter of about thirty seconds.

His Daughter. His. Daughter. She was his daughter. Oh god she was so screwed.

No. No. That could be anybody, a really weird coincidence. There’s a lot of people in New York, in her building. Not a chance it’s the same person.

But her voice. Her voice. She heard it through the phone. Somebody’s. Someone must’ve given her a phone to use. Fuck. That’d be a nightmare if she’d given her phone to use and her dad’s contact was already there. Jesus.

No, can’t be her. It’s not. Why is this such a big deal? Why can’t you just let it go, roll off your shoulders. C’mon. You’re not gonna get fired for being an asshole to his kid. No way.

This is what the inside of Ellie’s head was thinking the whole fifteen minutes she was working a cash register she had little to no experience working, all while greeting customers and playing Baker in her black head-to-toe outfit.

“$6.24 for ya’.” and she held the small parchment paper bag across the counter, swapping it for cash and pressing for the till drawer.

“Have a good one,” she echoed, just before the door had opened and the soft bell rang in her ears.

“Welc— oh, hey.”

“Hey.” Drot said, dropping his head between his shoulders and chuckling low.

Ellie could see the slow shake of his head with each quiet laugh, and with each second she grew more anxious.

“This mornings’ been interesting, no?” He looked up now, a grin planted on his lips as he patted her on the shoulder that would’ve been hard enough to shatter the bone there if she let it.

“Interesting? Uhh… guess so.”

He leans back against the opposing counter— a little to Ellie’s right, and nods her away from the cash register.

“My daughter. She just moved. Forgot her keys. inside and had no shoes on. No. She had her old keys.” he was smiling at her, inviting Ellie to do so along side him.

She offered up a small chuckle followed by a raise of her eyebrows and a single. “Ah.”

He sighs to himself before standing up straight and making Ellie’s eyes jump up to meet his gaze.

“She’s you’re age. A little younger. You should meet her. She’s… like you.”

“Like me?” and she says it before fully realizing, letting it slip right past her lips.

“Yeah… she uh.. well, you know. Eh, forget it. Go, go.” Drot is ushering her away from his register and toward the small swing king door near the end of the counter.

She grabbed ahold of her bag with a fist, turning to look back at him before she made her way down the stairs.

Like her? What did he mean like her? She couldn’t let herself think on it. She had a job to do. Work to do. She couldn’t let her mind fall out of her head on the clock.

Which is why when she met Dina for coffee after work, she was all Ellie kept thinking about.

“And then— while he was fucking on top of me he tells me he loves me?! Like are you kidding? So then after that I was li— Ellie, are you listening?”

She wasn’t. Her eyes were narrowed in on the small lights that were strung up above both of their heads, counting and watching the bulbs flicker until she was blinking back into reality when she heard her own name.

“Yeah, yeah. I am.” and she clears her throat and shakes the thought of her out of her head.

“What’d I say?”

“He said he loved you… like a fucking weirdo.” and that cracked Dina a little bit. Before she collected herself and took a sip of her drink.

“What? Like I’m wrong? Alex is weird; and I mean that in every extreme way possible. Yeah sure whatever he’s ‘nice’… but Dina. You can do better. You know you can.”

“I— I feel guilty okay?”

“Don’t! You shouldn’t. I’m serious.”

“Ellie…” she tilts her head with a stare.

Ellie does the same, mimicking her time when she says: “Dina. Really though. You know I’m right.”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving you that ego boost.” and she shakes her head as she leans back into her chair.

Ellie smirks. “You already did.”

They sit outside bickering back and forth like this for another hour, cracking jokes and mostly pissing Dina off while Ellie spreads her legs wider to try and fight the shake she feels inside them. She was running on this coffee alone, and it was starting to finally become noticeable.

“You cold or something? You’re shaky.” Dina has her forearms pressed against the table, leaving the pattern against her skin when she reaches across to try and feel for herself.

Ellie pulls back when they make contact, shrugging her off with denial. “No. I’m good.”

“You eat today?” and the pull in her brows is one that Ellie doesn’t like.

But she laughs it off, tries not to notice how shifty and full she’s filling with guilt alone. “Yes, mom. I stopped somewhere this morning.”

“Ellie… it’s after four.” and she looked away from her to reach inside her bag for something— her wallet. “Here, let me—”

“I have money. I’ll just go get something inside. That make you happy?” Ellie was already planting her feet on the ground before Dina could answer, and she was pushing back from her chair to make her way inside to order.

She was pissed at herself. Pissed that her hands we’re shaking so badly at only 4 o’clock, that Dina had noticed, that she hadn’t noticed and can’t make them stop.

She’s also pissed because she wasn’t watching where the fuck she was going, and she bumped right into someone hard enough to spill their coffee on the tile.

She’s reaching out to land a hand on their arm before drawing her feet back away from the forming puddle. “Fuck, I’m-”

Her. It was her. Ellie’s eyes are glued onto hers, noticing the deep hazel and the mascara on her lashes. And her wispied bangs that fell a little too perfect on her face. And her face; she noticed her face. The three freckles that connected around her right eye in a constellation of a tria—

“You’re good…” she said, dipping her eyebrow in recognition. “Oh, hey. It’s you.” and she goes to point a finger, but her arm is still in Ellie’s grasp.

Ellie let’s go when she realizes. She didn’t even notice it there at first, but now, the feeling is vast and leaves her bicep with a map of goosebumps. Almost like Ellie had taken the heat right from her and placed it into her cheeks that were the color of a ripening tomato.

When her hand falls, Ellie lets the scene before her unfold for a moment. Taking in the spilled drink on the floor— and noticing she finally a pair of on. Without thinking, she tells her that.

“Finally got shoes on huh?” and she looks down at her own feet, wearing a pair of black Dr Martens that had now made her an inch or two taller than Ellie.

A little confused, she agrees. “Yeah, I do.”

And for some reason —unknown to her— Ellie perks up to specify. “From this morning. No shoes… You were uh, locked out…”

Soon there’s recognition in her voice, making her eyebrows raise and a laugh to stumble from her lips as she speaks. “Oh! Yeah… yeah, I got in. Yeah. Surprised you remembered honestly. You seemed.. in a rush.”

There’s a beat. One serged with electricity that would shock the two of them if they touched.

“Sorry.” Ellie says. She can’t help but wince when she says it.

She looks at her, still lost in the conversation. Ellie doesn’t know why she keeps fucking this up. Even when she’s apologizing.

“About your coffee. And this morning… and last night. I was an asshole. I— I don’t know why I did that. I don’t- I’m not usually… like that.” Liar.

She waves Ellie off. The ring on her middle finger glistens against her hand when she moves into a sunspot. “No worries. Shit happens.”

Shit happens? She thought about it for a second. Yeah. Shit does happen. No worries.

“Still. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I swear I’m not always that… much of an asshole.”

She laughs a little. “Sounds like something an asshole would say.”

Ellie pauses when she says this, a little struck by her words; a little guilty. It doesn’t last long when she breaks and says: “I’m fucking with you. Everyone’s a little bit of an asshole sometimes.”

To this, Ellie actually sighs in relief. She fucking sighs. Just fucking with you.

“Right. Well.. I feel like one. Do you want another drink? On me.” she’s pulling out her wallet from her back pocket before she can even object.

She takes a moment to consider it; furrowing her brows in thought before she begins to actually… grin. “You always buy your neighbors coffee?”

Ellie’s cheek swell with a red hue she is hoping to hide with a snarky remark. “Only the cute ones.” she shoves one of her shaky hands in her back pocket.

She blows a breath from her nose, a half-laugh. “So you do this pretty often then huh?”

“Nah… you’re the first.” and that’s true. She’s never done this before.

Of course she hasn’t. Because if she had— she wouldn’t be so fucking nervous.

“Lucky me then.” and she pauses, looking at Ellie for a beat… almost like she’s hesitating. Almost like she’s waiting for Ellie to make a move.

The moment passes, and she pipes up again.

“Well, what if I wanted to buy you coffee?”

Ellie shifts in her stance. She was getting lightheaded, and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was starving… or flirting in the middle of a coffee shop with her brand new neighbor. Who was also her employer daughter. (Possibly.) [Definitely, without a doubt.]

“Why would you wanna buy me coffee?”

“Do I need a reason?”

She’s faultering, cracking and smudging, about to melt into a puddle next to this spilled coffee that was soaking into the grey tile. “…No. Guess not.”

She smiles. And of course it’s incredible. “Alright. Good. So, what do you want?”

“Well what do you want? You gonna let me buy you something?”

By now, she is reaching over to grab a handful of napkins, crouching down to begin wiping away the mess.

“Eh. I’ll think about it.”

Ellie scoffs. She shakes her head. And she can’t fucking believe she’s doing this in broad daylight.

But… what was she doing? She’d flirted in public before, and she’d done even more than that.. so why was she getting so shy? Why was the sludge melting away with the heat of her cheeks and the sweat of her palms when she reaches to grab some tissues and begins to help clean up.

And because Ellie is secretly terrified this feeling will go away.. she fights to make more conversation. “Sorry about your bed. The doors are pretty shit.”

She mops up her drink, wadding up the napkins and tosses them without standing. “It’s alright. I kinda fuckin’ hated that thing to be honest. It was a bitch to put together.”

She’s watching Ellie, her slender fingers and shortened nails were a sight. And this Ellie could pick up on. The sudden feeling of her eyes darting down to watch this very mundane but intimate moment.

Jesus, it just felt like the two of them.

Like the world had fallen away, the music muffled out, chatter quieting to a white noise. The only thing Ellie saw was her. She could feel the scratchy material of the brown napkin and the weight of her hazel eyes on her movements.

It was so… bold. So full and alive. Light. Simple. Delicate.

Ellie had to say something. Shit. Her brain was scattering with her eyes on her. Her neighbors eyes on her. Her neighbor who had a boyfriend. Maybe.

Fuck, it didn’t matter… she had to stand back up and make sure she didn’t pass out from whatever was going on.

Eventually she does, straightening her knee’s from her squat and adjusting her jeans that had rode down to reveal her boxers underneath.

Ellie is standing and looking down her feet when she notices the coffee has stained the laces of her shoes.

Not that she minds, they were already dirtied from wearing them everyday; that was a given. And even if she did mind: Shit happens. No worries.

From the corner of her eye she see’s her stand back up too… and it’s then that she realizes she never asked her name.

So she does.

Her head is shooting up with the thought, rushing to find her eyes that were already looking at Ellie. Her hands go clammy again. God.

“I uh, I never.. Oh my god I can’t even talk. What’s your name?” and Ellie shakes her head with disbelief. Her game is way off.

She laughs. Not mean, Ellie can tell. She cracks a smile when her eyes line with a shine from the sun.

“Poe.”

Poe. Poe. Poe.

It had suited her better than she had even begin to think, slotting it into place and sighing when it clicked there.

“Cool, cool. I’m Ellie, by the way.” she breathed out something pathetic, a sliced up nervous laugh.

But Poe was smiling at her, Poe.

Poe… was smiling at her.

“Nice to meet you, officially.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The thick hum in the air felt like a barbed wire, zapping Ellie’s skin when Poe spoke up again.

“So, Ellie, you gonna buy me some coffee or what?” and the grin on her lips was wide enough to make Ellie slip from the reality back into their banter.

So much so that she’d completely forgotten about Dina, leaving her to text Ellie a string of messages and a pissed tone scorching through the screen.

But Ellie couldn’t be worried. Because Poe was sitting in Dina’s freshly abandoned chair. Smiling.

At her.

She was so fucked.

Later that night— after Poe had made her order some gluten free lemon poppy bread (which Ellie said: “Shit tastes like dirt. Dirt if you pissed in it.”) and then laughed at her when she tried to wash it down with her coffee but ended up with a mouthful of what tasted like burnt shit.

Then offered up her own drink to be told it was “Milk and ice. A shittier version of vanilla ice cream.”— Ellie had made it home and was tucked into her bed with her journal and pen.

Her hand was scribbling across the page, racing her brain for the details before they slipped and tugged through the cracks after sleeping on it.

She fills up another page, talking about all the things that choke up her sobs… and finally sketches a dragon on the back, covering up the nightmare from last night— soaking it into the scales of the monster.. letting it’s fiery breath burn the memories that fuel the rot in her brain.

Ellie sighs before she wipes her face with the back of her hand, pulling the cuff of her sweatshirt over her palm and sniffling.

The routine is coming to a close when she sets her journal back on her nightstand and gets to her feet, trudging to the bathroom to get ready for bed and make sure she is still the same person in the mirror.

It never comforts her when she see’s herself… part of her hopes that maybe, just maybe, that one day she will flip the light switch and won’t recognize herself.

But of course she does. She knows the freckles on her face and their placement on her skin, the scar on her temple, her stoned over green eyes; turned dark and cold over the last few years… she see’s it all, and she wishes she didn’t.

She see’s something else that night… when she’s asleep in her bed after the clock passes 1AM.

She see’s Poe, standing in her doorway, with her hands crossed over her chest and a closed lipped smile across her face. She was the moon, and she was brighter than all the lights in New York City.

#all the lights 1 #ellie williams tlou #ellie x fem reader #bellswlw #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 ellie #ellie the last of us

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signor-signor · 2 months

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Trending 27th - March 2024

Talking to Craig McCracken

If you had a chance to talk to Craig McCracken, what would you say to him that not only complements him on the work he’s done in the past 30+ years, but also reassures him that there’s still interest in the plans he made for S3?

As someone who grew up watching Cartoon Network in the ‘90s, I would tell him…

“Hi, Craig-o, pleased to meet you! I’ve known your work since the early-mid nineties. I believe you were involved in 2 Stupid Dogs and Dexter’s Laboratory. It must have been a real treat getting to know some history behind Hanna-Barbera. I know it was for me. When I first saw a piece of your own work, it was on the side of a box of Fruity Pebbles promoting World Premiere Toons - one of the characters was Bubbles of the PPG. I gotta say, you’ve been one of my inspirations growing up.”

When it gets to the point where I talk about WOY, I would say this to him…

“I remember when I got into Wander Over Yonder. When I first saw your early sketches of him, I thought of Cantus the Minstrel from Fraggle Rock. And what can I say? I’m a sucker for anything related to Muppets. How about Jack McBrayer? He’s the perfect choice for the character’s voice! WOY marks the first time I got to hear Jack sing. It’s the show that provided the springboard for shows Disney apparently loves best, specifically Star vs. the Forces of Evil and Big City Greens - those shows wouldn’t have been picked up if it wasn’t for Daron Nefcy and the Houghton Bros.’ involvement in the first season. It’s also the first show where Andy Bean provided music for a TV series and where people like Noël Wells got to try their hand at voice acting. The show has made a lot more history than you can possibly imagine, so please don’t take it too lightly.”

Now comes the part where I talk about the elephant in the room, or rather, the ape in the space capsule…

“To be honest, I really looked forward to watching episodes of the show during its run. When I looked at your announcement about the premature cancellation and the plans you’d made for that third and final season, I was totally perplexed. Disney let Fish Hooks go on for three seasons regardless of content - was that because no one turned deaf ears or blind eyes to it? I always assumed they’d treat WOY the same way they treated FH.”

“Somehow it just doesn’t feel right to let your show bite the dust just because the “higher up bosses of bosses of bosses” didn’t see the need to make more, especially not after you made most fans aware of the existence of the plans for S3 and led them to believe it was guaranteed to be amazing. Why do you think I haven’t given up on WOY? And why else would I have Kid encourage viewers to watch the show (Kid Cosmic was great, by the way, one that definitely ended in victory)? I cannot think of any other show that was canceled one week before S2’s premiere, seven months after the S1 finale, five months after writing on S2 wrapped up, five months after your pitch for S3. You, Craig, are one of the most experienced cartoonists in the business and you don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“To let you know just how determined I am to right this wrong, I worked four months on an Illustrator piece featuring over 140 individuals, built a LEGO Star Nomad (when I showed it to Dave Thomas (@owner-of-wendys), he said, “Dude… that Star Nomad is incredible. Well done!”), and wrote a pre-S3 shorts idea where Andy the Watchdog interviews refugees on the ex-secret planet. Heck, I even had to figure out what Star Force Enforcement Force look like and how the plot of S3 might play out.”

“@peepsqueak started the SaveWOY campaign, and I’m seeing to it that it shan’t be in vain. I know you’re busy with your other projects, but there is still a show waiting to be completed on your own terms. Until the time comes, keep making people smile! Darkest times call for sunniest of smiles!”

#Wander Over Yonder #SaveWOY #Trending 27th #FinishWOY #Craig McCracken

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quibbs126 · 11 months

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Helooooo, can I have espressoline fankid

All right, this is Opera Madeleine Cookie

Fun fact, technically this isn’t the only or first person to request Espresso/Madeleine, as someone else commented a request on the original post I made asking for requests. I believe the name was @cerulaenfunkz. It’s actually listed as my third request, but I guess I just never got around to it. I was originally trying to make it, but I was having so much difficulty figuring out what to do that I just went on to other ones, and I guess it just went to the back of my head. So yeah, of all the fankids, this is probably the longest time coming

Anyways, so Opera Madeleine is named after opera cake, because it’s a cake with coffee in it, but I changed the “cake” to “madeleine” since she’s part of House Madeleine, similar to Choco Madeleine’s name. Also I just think it sounds better

The original name I gave her way back when was Coffee Cake, but I didn’t like that and when I eventually discovered opera cake, I changed it

Opera cake:

I’ve already made my design struggles with her known, basically in that, I had the hair, hairpieces and gloves down, and I like those bits, but wasn’t sure what to do with the rest of her. And to be honest, I like the scarf and boots, but I kind of flubbed with the coat. I thought she’d look cool with a coat, but I also wanted to show off the boots, so I made it high up, and I don’t think it worked all that well. Not to mention I don’t really know what her upper half looks like, as you can see with the admittedly pretty bad sketch

You know what, I may just go back and edit her later to make her coat look better, it’s just bugging me

Edit: I did do that

Originally I gave her blue eyes like Madeleine, but I changed it to pink so she’d look closer to Espresso. Also because I wanted more brown/warm tones, but didn’t want to give up her blue outfit color scheme

All in all, I liked most of drawing her, but I flubbed the last bit and it looks kind of eh. I just didn’t know what to do for it, but I didn’t want to keep her in development hell for eternity and I wanted to do her hair, so I just went with something

Anyways, let’s get on to her

So Opera Madeleine is the heir to House Madeleine, however she is not a Paladin like her father Madeleine and instead chooses to use coffee magic like Espresso. However she still follows Madeleine in that she’s a warrior, she just prefers to use magic instead of a weapon. Granted I’m sure Madeleine still taught her to wield one just in case. And also she’s good at hand to hand combat

Chances are she went to school in Parfaedia, given they have a whole school for magic and from what I can gather, Espresso once went there himself

Unlike Madeleine she’s more of a no nonsense kind of person who’s more focused on her duties as a warrior. Not saying Madeleine doesn’t care about being a warrior, she’s just not as…prideful as him, not caring much about appearance. However one thing she refuses to publicly admit is that she takes great pride in her hair and goes through great lengths to keep it as pristine as possible. But that is the only thing

She’s a hard worker, but not as much of a workaholic as Espresso, as she doesn’t have nearly as much coffee in her dough to maintain that lifestyle. Also Madeleine made sure that she didn’t follow in his footsteps

I feel like I’ve talked a lot about Madeleine but little about Espresso. I imagine the two talk about coffee magic and such, but due to her differing interests in careers, she probably spends more time around Madeleine

I imagine when she was younger, Madeleine just showered her with adoration and tried to be a loving father. But if you asked her which of her parents was the coolest, she would say Espresso, much to Madeleine’s dismay (more like he gets moody that he’s not the favorite more than anything). She’d probably learn combat with Madeleine, but would also just wander off to find Espresso and just watch him do his work for hours on end, quietly sitting in his lab

Hmm, I think that’s all I have to say on her. I wasn’t expecting to write that much to be honest. But yeah, hope you like her

Edit: so as said earlier, she’s been edited, and this is the original if you’re curious

#yeah I think the outfit is just a mood killer for me #it’s the one thing I don’t like #ah well #maybe I’ll fix it later #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #madeleine cookie #espresso cookie #espresseleine #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #my ocs #my art #requests #answers #opera madeleine cookie

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capricioussun · 1 year

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I’m doing! A DTIYS!!! To celebrate 500 on insta! (And, coincidentally, 500 here, too!) rules and stuff below the cut <3

Rules!

You’re totally free to change things up and use your own designs and whatnot, I just ask you stick to the general theme/vibe (which is basically just positive UF Frisk and Papyrus rep)

Absolutely nothing romantic/ship oriented as per my dni or you will be blocked!!

No tracing/AI use/using someone else’s art

@ me ( @capricioussun ) and use the tag # capricious dtiys 500 if you make smth!!

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Deadline!

Two months to the day, so March 15!

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Prizes! (I’m leaving these a bit open ended since I’m open for discussion on what you’d like <3)

First place - a fully finished piece

Second place - cleaned sketch with base colors

Third place - doodle page of a chosen character

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That’s…all I can really think of right now but I’ll update y’all if anything changes! And if you have any questions, feel free to dm me or shoot me an ask <3 And once again, thank you all for your support, patience, and kindness, it really means so much to me 💙

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#barking and biting and sobbing #why? I don’t even know #anyway. <3 I’m so normal and mentally sound #snow and hail #capricious dtiys 500 #<- the tag to use #underfell #papyrus #underfell papyrus #underfell frisk

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