COLOURS WHEEL OF FANARTS
This is actually like 2 months ago (on 3 August 2023)
But it's really fun to draw and a little tricky to find the characters from the channels lmao
All these channels and colours have been decided by the Wheel Of Names
Although.. I think I did a mistake on Dipsy (Teletubbies) and Garfield by putting them in wrong channel, but eh it already been a while!
CHARACTERS
Nickelodeon: Catdog (Catdog), Lincoln Loud (The Loud House), Vicky (Fairly Oddparents), Garfield (Garfield)
Nick Jr: Blaze (Blaze and the monster machine), Pail (Blue's Clue and You), Marshall (Paw Patrol), Barbabravo (Barbapapa), Rammy (Deer Squad)
Disney Jr: Callie (Sheriff Callie's Wild West), K.C (T.O.T.S), Lambie (Doc Mcstuffin), Izzy (Jake and the neverland pirates), Minnie Mouse (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse/Minnie's Bow Toons)
Disney XD: Mittens (Wander Over Yonder), Webby (Ducktale), Tilly (Big City Greens), Tom (Star vs The Forces of Evil), Kat (Kid vs Kat)
Cartoon Network: Sapphire (Steven Universe), Blue (Foster Home for Imaginary Friends), Mordecai (Regular Show), Finn (Adventure Time), Adorabat (Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart)
Cbeebies: Five (Number Block), Amma (Bing), Tunip the Vegimal (Octonauts), Cyan (Colourblocks), Foz (Go Jetters)
PBS Kids: Frog (Word World), Dipsy (Teletubbies), Whyatt (Super Why), Katerina (Daniel Tiger), Chris Kratts (Wild Kratts)
Boomerang: Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls), Dee Dee (Dexter's laboratory), Top Cat (Top Cat), Barney Rubble (The Flintstones), Tweety (Looney Tunes)
Please tell me in the comments if there are any mistakes of the names or the shows because I forgot the names since it's been created a really long time!
Bad news, I can't put all the tags of the shows and the names because of the maximum on 30 >:(
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You Can Have The Best Of Me
Noah Sebastian x OFC
Content warnings: oral sex, P in V sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex
Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. If rpf if your squick, feel free to hit the back button.
Follow up to If That's The Best That I Could Be, Then I Would Be Another Memory also fitting into @signs-of-ill-portent's 30 Days of Bad Omens prompt for Dive
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She takes him to a dive bar the next time they see each other. They're in her city this time and as much as he tries to put on a relaxed air, he can feel his leg bouncing where it's perched on the stool he sits on. He missed her an unbelievable amount for some who's practically a stranger and he almost didn't call her when they finally made it to Denver. Thumb stuck above the thumbnail of the picture he took of the two of them that he set as her contact photo. The one he forgot about until three days after she left and his phone went off. No words, just the picture and a blue heart emoji underneath.
Noah tried to start a call countless times, typed and deleted texts varying in degrees from "hey" to "I miss you". He probably would have kept going like that too, if Nick hadn't gotten fed up with his shit attitude; telling him to man the fuck up and call her or forget about her, just as long as he stopped being an asshole to everybody in a five-foot radius.
The bar is a far cry from the bowling alley they met at, but it's nice. Dark corners with a few tall tables scattered about, a couple of pool tables, and a jukebox on the far back wall. Best of all is not once has anyone glanced in their direction with recognition in their eyes.
"You know," her voice pulls him from his perusal of the bar around them, turning his face to hers, "I was starting to think I wasn't going to hear from you again."
Noah looks down, self conscious, "You almost didn't, if I'm honest."
Her eyebrows knit together before one of them curls up inquisitively. "And what changed your mind?"
"My friend told me to man the fuck up and call you or forget about you…" he laughs, "So I figured I better call you. Forgetting you seems kind of impossible."
Even in the low light of the bar, he can see her blush a split second before she clears her throat. Reaching for the beer in front of her, she takes a couple swigs of the amber liquid before she stands. "Come on… let's see how well you do at pool."
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You laugh as he, once again, tries and fails to hit one of his striped balls still on the green felt. Taking your shot, you sank the black eight, winning the game. Satisfaction fills your chest and you can't help but laugh at his face when he realizes he's lost for a third time.
"Pleased with yourself?" He asks, stepping towards you, placing his hands on either side of the table behind you, effectively boxing you in.
Your breath catches in your chest. This is the first time he's been so close since all those months ago in California and you can feel your body respond. Clearing your throat, you smirk up at him as you nod, aiming for calm when all you feel is the arousal gathering in your belly. It doesn't help that he seems to almost sense it, the air between you rapidly becoming charged.
His gaze is dark, the brown of his eyes almost black when he asks, "You wanna get out of here?"
Against your better judgment, you bring him back to your place. The cab ride home is full of heady tension, the warmth of his hand burning through your jeans where it rests on your thigh.
He's on you almost as soon as you enter your apartment, his big hands cupping your face and pulling your mouth to his the second you lock the deadbolt. Your hands fist in his hoodie, holding him close as he licks into your mouth. There’s an emotion pulling at your throat, desperate to break free, but you swallow it down, focusing instead on how his mouth feels against yours. How every swipe of his tongue against yours sends sparks to your core when you remember exactly how it felt when he licked into your folds.
He lets you lead him to your bedroom, delicately stripping the clothing from your body as you travel down your short hallway. By the time he's lowering you to the bed, only your panties remain. His hoodie is gone when he kneels on the mattress. The of his white tank top stark against the ink on his body in the lamplight as he lowers himself to his stomach between your thighs.
He takes you apart slowly. Mouthing at you over your panties before tugging at the waistband and pulling them off you. His fingers touch you insistently, spreading you for his gaze. You gasp when he sucks open-mouthed kisses into your inner thigh until his lips meet your center. Using his tongue to tease at your opening before sucking your clit into his mouth.
Your hips buck against his face and he groans against you when you grip his hair tight, holding him close to you as he gives you what you need. Two fingers work their way into your cunt, a third following when you breathlessly ask for more. They move lazily, stroking your inner walls intently until you feel your climax break against you. He doesn’t object when your legs close around his face. If anything, he welcomes it, using his free hand to grip one of your legs closer, moaning as he laps up your release.
Noah moves willingly when you tug his head away from your sensitive folds with a whimper. His face twisted in a pleased smile as he moved up your body. You pull the tank top from where its tucked into his pants, hands wandering the expanse of his torso as he removes it. He ducks his head down, lips meeting yours in a wet kiss before standing, shucking his pants and underwear to the floor. You tug on his hand when he kneels back on the bed, pulling him onto you while you reach down to close your hand around his cock. His eyes close with a contented sigh, forehead falling to yours as you jerk him slowly and it doesn’t escape you when his hips start rolling to meet the movement.
Soon enough his hand closes around yours, the other moving to your face, your eyes meeting just as he pushes into you. A sound somewhere between a sob and a moan bursting from your lips as your inner walls stretch around him.
“God, I know… I know,” he says, soothing you with a soft voice. He sounds as wrecked as you feel. Something about the way he fills you permeates an emotion into the room you have no idea how to deal with.
You clutch his back, keeping him close as he rocks his hips back and forth, starting a slow, steady rhythm. It shouldn’t feel this good, having him close like this, moving in and out of you like this. Yet there's no one else you think you would want between your legs, breaking you undone with every thrust into you.
“Can you cum again?” He pants, groaning when you clench around him. “I wanna feel you again. Please.”
And you can. You know you can. You can feel it moving throughout you, the spark of pleasure, and when it makes its way to your core, you cry out, hitching your legs about his side. Your orgasm rolls through you and he grunts, hips stilling as you feel him pulse inside you, emptying his release into your wet heat.
He rolls the two of you until he’s on his back with you perched on top of him, his arms hugging you close. His heartbeat sounds in your ear, the fast-paced thudding slowing to a calmer rhythm as you both catch your breath.
“How long do you have?” You ask quietly, as if speaking louder could shatter the moment.
He sighs, arms tightening around you. “I have to be back by seven tomorrow morning.”
You nod, reaching over to set your alarm before falling back into his chest, letting sleep take you under.
~~
Noah wakes to a head between his thighs, her quiet voice whispering, is this okay as her breath brushes against his cock. He gives his ascent, an audible gasp bursting from his lips when she takes him into her mouth. His hand weaves into her hair, fingers tightening when she hollows her cheeks, mouth sliding up and down his shaft. Just like last time, she doesn’t object when he rolls his hips, thrusting up into her mouth shallowly.
“Can I?” He asks, and he feels her nod, her hand falling away from his shaft to brace against his thigh. His eyes close, trying to commit to memory the feeling of her mouth around him, how her hair feels between his fingers; the way her hands feel on his thighs.
He can feel his orgasm nearing and Noah tugs on her hair, pulling her up to straddle him, because if he’s going to cum, he wants to do it buried inside of her. Their mouths crash together just as she sinks down onto his shaft and she plants her hands on his chest. It’s desperate, hurried. He holds her hips in an iron grip as he helps her move and he hopes he leaves bruises, something to keep the memory of this alive as he moves to the next city. Her nails dig into his chest and he knows he’s going to cherish whatever is left behind until they fade away.
She cums just as her alarm goes off. Her pussy spasming around him until he has no choice but to follow after her. When she slumps on to the mattress at his side, he turns to face her. Cupping her cheek and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, he takes in her face. Memorizing the shape of her lips, the slope of her nose.
All too soon, he’s dressed and nursing a cup of coffee in her kitchen while he waits for his cab. Emotion pulls at his chest, crawling up his throat and clogging it. He tries to shake it, but it seems he won’t be able to open his mouth with the words tumbling out when she leans against the counter in front of him.
“I like you.”
She smiles, huffing a little laugh. “I like you too.”
“No…” he starts, inwardly cursing himself. “I mean… I like you… as in I don’t want this to be all this is…”
Noah closes his eyes, trying to stave off the embarrassment that’s starting to curdle in his stomach as the silence stretches between them. He feels like a fucking teenager again, asking his first crush if she wanted to go to a movie.
“I — I would like that too.”
He leaves her apartment ten minutes later with a smile on his face, a promise to text her when they hit the interstate. Noah knows it won’t be easy, but there's something about the prospect of more than this, leaves him feeling optimistic.
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