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atticrissfinch · 11 months

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Gimme What I Want: A Fic in Texts

pairing: joel miller x afab!reader summary: the wrong number that texts you ends up being a man much hotter than you’d ever expect… warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, porn w/o plot i’m sorry but not really, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink and degradation!kink (we love duality), light dom!joel vibes, pet names/degrading terms (darlin’, babygirl, pretty girl, whore, slut, bitch, etc), age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), implied masturbation (m & f), mentions of cream pies, sexting a stranger but it’s ok cause he’s a dilf, really bad innuendos word count: ~2.2k | ao3 | Part 2 a/n: biting the bullet and posting my first fic in literal years because Pedro is just…an inspiration what can I say. So I’m going with something a little lighter (conceptually, not topically…this is just smut lmao). Pls be nice I am c r u s t y with my writing rn ty <3 (gif from ketokitsune on reddit) Masterlist | Kofi

[5:32 PM] UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey Doug, this is Joel. Tommy gave me your number, he mentioned a build job you might have for us? Happy to chat whenever, just let me know.

[5:40 PM] You: Good to hear from you Joel. Unfortunately I’ve vowed to never do work with a man whose name starts with the letter “J”. Nothing personal

[5:46 PM] Joel: Uh…no disrespect intended…but are you jokin?

[5:52 PM] You: ‘Fraid not. J is reserved for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen

[6:10 PM] Joel: Well…I guess in that case, let me know if you change your mind. God bless, I suppose

[6:12 PM] You: I’m totally fucking with you, man. You got the wrong number

[6:12 PM] You: Sorry I couldn’t resist

[6:15 PM] Joel: Wait, serious?

[6:16 PM] You: As a heart attack. Sorry about that

[6:18 PM] Joel: You got me good, I gotta admit. Head is still reeling a little bit LOL

[6:19 PM] You: I get my kicks where I can

[6:23 PM] Joel: Well sorry to bother you. Thanks for the chuckle

[6:27 PM] You: So you’re construction or something?

[6:30 PM] Joel: Yup. General contractor at your service

[6:30 PM] You: Your own business?

[6:31 PM] Joel: Is indeed

[6:32 PM] You: Damn, big bossman. Pretty hot

[6:35 PM] Joel: You’re silly. Im just an old man who’s put in too many years of work. Got achy bones

[6:40 PM] You: I know you’re not supposed to ask this on a first date, but how old are you, Joel?

[6:42 PM] Joel: HA! You’re a funny one! LOL

[6:42 PM] Joel: 56 very long years old

[6:45 PM] You: Oh, now, that’s not so old!

[6:50 PM] Joel: Tell that to my knees. LOL

[7:03 PM] You: You lay a lot of pipe as a contractor, Joel?

[7:06 PM] Joel: Suppose I do. Gotta have plumbing. Why do you ask?

[7:15 PM] You: Actually been looking for someone to come snake my drain

[7:19 PM] Joel: I mean you’re probably lookin for more of a plumber in that case. I got some contacts if you need one

[7:25 PM] You: I prefer someone who knows how to lay pipe to snake my drain 😏

[7:36 PM] Joel: I feel like you may be talkin about somethin different than I am. Less appropriate maybe

[7:37 PM] You: It’s possible

[7:46 PM] Joel: if we’re breaking those rules I suppose I should ask how old YOU are. ‘Fore I say somethin stupid

[7:46 PM] Joel: or illegal

[7:47 PM] You: Well at least you’re careful. I’m 25. Safely out of “jail bait” territory

[7:48 PM] Joel: Golly. 25. Jesus was I a hellion at 25. Hope you’re better behaved than I was

[7:50 PM] You: I bet there’s still a little hellion in you 😉

[7:51 PM] You: I could stand to have a little more hellion in me, if you catch my drift 😉

[7:58 PM] Joel: You’re a bitta trouble ain’t you

[7:59 PM] Joel: What you doing flirtin with a man over twice your age

[7:59 PM] Joel: A STRANGER at that

[8:00 PM] You: Oh I found you on google about an hour ago already. Not so strange anymore.

[8:00 PM] You: Miller Contracting, right? In Austin?

[8:02 PM] Joel: I’ll be damned. We got a regular Nancy Drew on our hands.

[8:03 PM] You: Wasnt terribly difficult 😂 Already had your first name, area code, and occupation.

[8:03 PM] Joel: Well shit if that ain’t a reminder to be more careful…

[8:05 PM] You: You’re a very handsome man, Joel Miller

[8:07 PM] Joel: Think you’re lookin at Tommy. He’s the face of the operation. I’m just the brains.

[8:08 PM] You: Oh no, I see Tommy here. But he’s not who I’m looking at. There’s a couple pics of you on google.

[8:08 PM] You: Salt and pepper hair. Scruffy beard. Nice sturdy build. Little scowl. Sound like you?

[8:09 PM] Joel: Damned if it don’t I guess

[8:09 PM] You: Definite silver fox

[8:10 PM] Joel: Well I’m blushin over here. Thanks darlin

[8:10 PM] Joel: I’m sure you’re a beautiful young woman

[8:15 PM] You: How about you let me know

[8:15 PM] You: [Image Attached]

[8:15 PM] Joel: SHIT

[8:15 PM] Joel: Darlin you can’t just be sendin stuff like that!

[8:16 PM] You: I’m fully covered!

[8:16 PM] Joel: Barely!

[8:17 PM] You: I suppose I should have asked if you’re married

[8:17 PM] Joel: Might’ve been smart. But luckily no. Wouldn’t want to have to explain that shit to no one

[8:17 PM] Joel: Wrong number suddenly sending me…pics like that

[8:19 PM] Joel: Not that it’s a BAD picture. You certainly are an undeniable beauty

[8:19 PM] Joel: But you ARE trouble just like I said

[8:20 PM] You: Well then I have to ask. Do you like trouble, Mr Miller?

[8:21 PM] Joel: Hey now don’t be callin me that…Mr Miller, that was my daddy

[8:21 PM] You: Is that so

[8:21 PM] You: How would you feel about me calling you my daddy?

[8:22 PM] Joel: Jesus christ darlin…you are a forward little devil aren’t u

[8:22 PM] Joel: A little temptress

[8:22 PM] You: I tend to know what I want.

[8:22 PM] Joel: Seems like it

[8:25 PM] Joel: Ok. I’ll bite. In that pic…that really you? That what you’re wearin right now?

[8:25 PM] You: It is. You like?

[8:26 PM] Joel: Lord strike me down, but I do. You wear it real nice. Skimpy little top. Those wicked little daisy dukes. Like you’re right out of a fuckin dirty magazine

[8:27 PM] Joel: What would your daddy say if he saw you takin pictures like that and sendin em to strange old men like me?

[8:27 PM] You: I dunno, daddy, what would you say?

[8:27 PM] Joel: Fuck me. You’re a naughty fuckin thing aint you

[8:28 PM] You: VERY naughty. And I think you like that.

[8:33 PM] Joel: Goddamn it. Alright if you wanna be naughty who am I to stop you, darlin

[8:33 PM] Joel: Show me a little more

[8:42 PM] Joel: Shit I’m sorry that was too much

[8:43 PM] You: [Image Attached]

[8:43 PM] You: Just wanted to get it right

[8:43 PM] Joel: Christ, you are…..

[8:43 PM] Joel: That is the finest pair of tits I may have ever seen in all my years. All pulled out of that flimsy little shirt. Absolutely perfect

[8:43 PM] You: Thank you, daddy. I’m glad you like them.

[8:44 PM] Joel: I more than like em. God would I love to…

[8:44 PM] You: Love to what? Tell me, daddy.

[8:45 PM] Joel: Goddammit somethin about you callin me that darlin

[8:45 PM] Joel: Got me all fucked up in the head

[8:45 PM] Joel: I want them in my hands. In my face. My mouth

[8:45 PM] Joel: Bet they look fuckin exquisite bouncin up and down on…

[8:46 PM] You: On what, daddy?

[8:47 PM] Joel: You got my filter all turned off babygirl. Thinkin some things that’ll send me straight to hell. Specially with a young thing like you

[8:48 PM] You: Let me be real clear then. I like older men, Joel. Like how much they KNOW. All that experience. All that practice. 56 years, I know you know how to talk to a woman. So talk.

[8:49 PM] Joel: Shit

[8:49 PM] Joel: Fuck it then. I certainly don’t aim to disappoint

[8:49 PM] Joel: Those gorgeous tits would look downright sinful if you were bouncin on my cock

[8:50 PM] You: Fuck yes daddy

[8:50 PM] Joel: You touchin yourself babygirl?

[8:51 PM] You: Just my tits right now. Imagining those big, rough hands of yours all over them.

[8:51 PM] Joel: That’s good, babygirl. Squeeze those tits for me.

[8:51 PM] Joel: Fuck. Sendin me dirty pics. Callin me your daddy. You’ve got this dick nice and hard. Might pull it out in a second

[8:51 PM] Joel: Would you like to see it?

[8:52 PM] You: Yes please daddy

[8:52 PM] Joel: Good girl

[8:54 PM] Joel: [Image Attached]

[8:54 PM] Joel: All for you babygirl

[8:55 PM] You: Holy fuck

[8:55 PM] You: I know every girl says this but I mean it, you are so fucking BIG

[8:55 PM] Joel: Haha believe me I know darlin

[8:55 PM] Joel: Had a lotta girls over the years have to take me real slow at first

[8:55 PM] Joel: But they all end up screamin my name just the same

[8:56 PM] You: Fuck I want it. Make me one of those girls. But don’t go slow.

[8:57 PM] Joel: Yeah? You want it rough pretty girl? Want to be split open on this cock? want me to make you take it like the filthy fucking whore you are?

[8:57 PM] You: FUCK. Yesyesyes please keep talking to me like that i’m touching myself daddy

[8:58 PM] Joel: I know you are baby. Can’t fucking help yourself. Begging and drooling over this cock since you started talkin to me. Slutty little girl wants to get fucked and degraded by an old man

[8:58 PM] You: Yes daddy I do I need your fucking huge cock in me PLEASE

[8:59 PM] Joel: Surprised a whore like you knows her manners so good, sayin please all pretty and nice

[8:59 PM] Joel: Matter fact when I put this cock in you, I better fuckin hear a thank you as well

[8:59 PM] You: THANK YOU DADDY

[9:00 PM] Joel: That’s right babygirl take that fucking cock and touch that pretty clit

[9:01 PM] You: Im already close daddy please please

[9:01 PM] Joel: Fuckin right you are. greedy little whore throbbin for this big cock. cum all over those soakin wet fingers thinkin bout me. god such a slutty little bitch aren’t you

[9:01 PM] You: Yessssss daddy im a slutty little bitch youre gonna make me cum

[9:02 PM] Joel: Stop textin and take a video of that dripping cunt comin for me. That fuckin orgasm belongs to me doesn’t it babygirl. Im givin it to you so I deserve to see it

[9:03 PM] Joel: So fuckin pretty babygirl got my cock so fuckin hard let me see that fucked pussy

[9:05 PM] You: [Video Attached]

[9:05 PM] Joel: Shit baby you are the filthiest thing I ever seen. Sound so sexy those little whimpers when u came fuck

[9:05 PM] Joel: Gonna make me cum all over my fist baby

[9:05 PM] Joel: Gonna pump this pussy full of my cum take this cock and this huge fuckin load up your cunt babygirl

[9:08 PM] Joel: [Video Attached]

[9:13 PM] You: Shit. That was. Fuck.

[9:14 PM] Joel: Not so quick-witted when you’re fucked stupid are you LOL

[9:14 PM] You: Shut up…

[9:15 PM] You: Goddamn you sure know how to sext I’ll tell you that

[9:16 PM] Joel: As you said. Had some practice over the years. Wink.

[9:16 PM] You: Oh god, do you not know how to use emojis to wink? 😂

[9:16 PM] You: Dinosaur 😝 🦕🦖

[9:17 PM] Joel: Yeah, well, if this “dinosaur” ever gets ahold a you, you’re gonna be real sorry for pokin fun at him, little girl

[9:20 PM] You: Well since you mention it…

[9:20 PM] You: It’s possible I might be in Austin too

[9:21 PM] Joel: I may have suspected. The area code n all

[9:22 PM] You: Wouldn’t it be REAL embarrassing if I did end up actually being that guy you were looking for? 😝

[9:24 PM] Joel: Shit, if Doug looks as fine as you I wouldn’t give a good goddamn LOL

[9:25 PM] Joel: I ain’t givin out any dick discounts though 😉

[9:25 PM] You: *gasp* you do know how to use emojis!

[9:26 PM] Joel: Quick learner 😉 Gotta be if I’m gonna be your daddy after all 😏

[9:30 PM] Joel: Well I’m mighty glad I texted the wrong number darlin

[9:31 PM] You: Me too 😊 Maybe someday we can try this in person…

[9:34 PM] Joel: I’ll bring the snake

[9:35 PM] You: 😂😂😂

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i-am-a-fish · 1 month

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i thought you were rlly pretty and i've had an artblock from a meltdown over trying to change eye artstyles and uhm

i've thought for several hours whether or not send this to you due to anxiety and im sorry for the eyes/glasses i messed up

hope you like it and sorry if you don't :')<33

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!

THE WAY YOU TRANSITION BETWEEN COLORS IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS, coloring in and of itself is already hard but THIS BEING DONE ON PAPER IS AMAZING

I love your art style so much!!!! and the way you drew me makes me so happy!!!!!

thank you so much for creating this, I hope you have a beautiful rest of your day!!

(also the eyes and glasses look great!!! don't apologize!!)

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breadbrobin · 4 months

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So i saw of a guy getting lipstick kisses on him and im just obssessed with it. I want it with Luke but maybe we could have Luke put our lipstick on to mark us with kisses? Thanks for the lovely Luke fics ;3

revenge is best served red

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!reader, from any cabin]

summary: little pranks are a great way to keep a relationship fun, and if they involve lipstick? well, neither of you are going to complain too much.

warnings: kissing, reader wears makeup (lipstick mostly stated), slightly suggestive content

word count: 786

(hiiii!! i love this request it’s so cute! thank you for the awesome request, i hope you like it!)

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one thing new campers often noticed about luke castellan were the lipstick stains on his collar and skin and the silver bracelet on his wrist, both a perfect match to your lips and your own wrist. he wore both with pride, always one to wear his heart on his sleeve and, well, your lipstick on his shirts.

you’d never tried to hide your relationship. how could you, after all, when luke stumbled out from behind your cabin with lipstick marks all over his face and you followed him not long later, makeup smudged and hair messy? that was a pretty good giveaway that you were together.

luke had always liked revenge. good, cold, sweet revenge. but you had never been a target. nope. never.

until he drew a heart with an ‘L’ in it on your cheek while you slept one night, and you went around camp as usual for three hours before you realised it was there. then all bets were off.

you wore your brightest, boldest lip looks, pressing kisses to his cheeks, to his hands to the corner of his mouth. he wore them with pride.

“you’re never embarrassed,” you’d whined to him one day.

he’d wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, smiling. “i’d never be embarrassed by you. how could i be?”

that had been enough for you to shut him up with more deep red kisses for a while.

revenge came to you one day though. cold and sweet.

you went simple. and cold. definitely cold.

a bucket of ice was tipped over luke just before he was set to start training, courtesy of you, of course. what you hadn’t expected, was getting chased by a soaked, cold, luke, and hugged tightly as the ice permeated through your clothes too. regardless, he admitted that you’d got him, and finally, you could relax. pranks had never been your strong suit anyway.

as time went on, all of that took a backseat. more than anything else, you were just… happy.

luke was, first and foremost, a picture perfect boyfriend. always opening doors for you, pressing kisses to your cheeks and lips, carrying your bags and always respecting you. but he was so annoying sometimes.

like now, as he sat on your with your makeup bag in front of him, tipped out onto your sheets.

you were sitting on the floor with a colouring book as he sorted through your products, studying some of them and swatching them on his hand and wrist. you weren’t quite sure was he was doing—you had your back to him—but whatever it was was making you slightly nervous. he hummed every now and then, either in confusion or satisfaction, you weren’t quite sure. that was the only thing that broke up the silence in the otherwise empty cabin.

“hey, babe,” he said suddenly.

“yeah?” you didn’t look back at him.

“what colour lipstick do you think would suit me best?”

you frowned and turned around, then covered your mouth with a giggle. “oh my gods.”

luke’s lips were painted in a deep red, messy and over-lined more than kylie jenner. he was smiling goofily. “what?”

“you look like the joker. and not the cool one.” you giggled, hand still over your mouth.

“so not this colour?” he grinned.

you shook your head, lowering your hand with a laugh. “no, not that colour.”

“hm…” he looked in a handheld mirror and pouted dramatically. “guess i’ve got to take this off then.”

you were about to reach for your makeup wipes when his lips landed on yours. you were confused for a moment, before you couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss as the lipstick rubbed off onto your lips and face.

he pulled away and smiled. “i see why you like doing that.”

“like doing what?” you asked breathlessly.

his thumb smeared the lipstick just below your lips slowly. “making such a mess.”

he kissed you again, slowly guiding you up and pushing your makeup aside so you were on your bed with him, then pushing you down gently so you were lying below him.

he peppered lipsticked kisses all over your face, eliciting giggles from you, and, when he finally pulled back, your face was more red and pink than anything else. he smiled down at you, his hand resting on your waist as he shifted his weight to the side. “yeah. i get it now.”

“i hate you.” you teased.

“yeah, i hate you too. but revenge is sweet. at least i’m not freezing you right now.” he grinned, his lips meeting yours again as you both laughed. you didn’t even mind that he was wasting your lipstick. with luke, nothing was a waste.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #luke castellan x you #charlie bushnell

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cheollipop · 11 months

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Hiiiiii<3333 Im here for the hard hours

Lately I've been thinking abt breeding kink with mingi. Like picture tighing him up to the head board and riding him during one of your risky days. And you just keep going and going just being relentless at some point he knows he's going to burst so he's BEGGING you not to make him cum. like full crying and whining his normally deep voice cracking and breaking because you did stop and his big huge cock is just throbbing inside you amd he's frustrated but then again he actually asked (begged) you to stop so he's the only one to blame here ORRRR worse (= better hehe) you do force him to cum inside you and it's just a mess. So much cum and tears 🥵🥵🥵

I'm totally normal about this man........ don't even need therapy or anything 🙃🙃

I'm so sorry for getting to this so late :( I ran out of steam but now I'm feeling better and ready to write the subbiest, whiniest mingi for you my love. no dubcon in this! happy reading~~

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

in the solace of your bedroom, the moonlight illuminating through the chiffon curtains to cast blueish hues over slick skin, the bed creaked under your added weight as you grazed your knuckles over mingi's heaving chest, a pretty shade of pink tinting the smooth skin. your eyes fluttered shut, and you allowed the breathy, high-pitched whines, the muttered mixture of pleads and curses, to envelop your every sense.

the rapid rhythm of skin-on-skin reverberated in the dark room, working your hips over mingi with tandem, his cock sheathed deep within you as you rocked back and forth, pulling off halfway before slamming back down. pleasure shot up your spine as his twitching cockhead grazed over your g-spot with every grind, your walls squeezing around him to elicit needy moans from plush lips.

"y/n, please, I can't-" you rolled your thumb over one of his nipples, interrupting his whining with a muted 'ah'. "I-I'm not gonna last."

you smiled at the concern painting his face, your hips slowing down their ruthless pace so you could lower yourself over him, adhering your chest to his and gazing into his eyes while your hips drew languid circles.

"you want me to stop?" you emphasized your pout, drawing your eyebrows in while you stared at the man under you.

large hands grabbed onto the silk ribbon tying them to the bedhead, tugging uselessly, "I don't, I really don't. just- it's dangerous, sweetheart."

you rolled your hips forward again, slipping an inch off of his cock before sliding it back inside your tight heat, "thought you wanted a baby," you pursed your lips further. one hand slid down his torso to where his cock disappeared inside you, gliding up your mound to your lower belly and pressing the heel of your palm into the soft skin, pushing against the bulging tip of his cock, twitching underneath your flesh.

his head rolled back against the pillow, a deep groan ripping through his chest as you moved your palm over the hard outline of his cock. "I do- fuck, but are we ready?"

you leaned over him, breathing over his chin while looking up, eyes glazed over with burning want. "yeah, baby, 'want you to fill me up all the way," you placed a tender kiss over his jawline, "over and over again until I'm all swollen for you."

you could feel his throbbing length inside you, the twitch of his thighs under you alerting you of his turbulent arousal. "(y/n)-"

"want them to have your eyes," one hand cupped his face, smoothing a thumb over his left eyebrow, "and your nose," you pecked the tip of his nose, "and your laugh," a fleeting kiss over the plush of his lips, you moved back to eye his dazed expression before going back in for more.

the warmth of your cunt surrounding him, the insistent squeeze around his girth, your mouth moving over his, tongue swiping over his bottom lip—mingi's world, his thoughts, feelings, senses, they all reduced to you. your heat, your skin, your touch, your voice. he tugged against the silk ribbon once, twice, before giving up, digging his feet into the mattress under him to buck his hips upwards and into you. desperate thrusts into your soaked cunt paired with a blend of airy moans and throaty grunts echoed between the four walls, your downstairs neighbours catching the melody slipping through the cracked-open window.

the familiar twitch of his cock between your walls and the pretty flush painting his chest were enough warning of his approaching orgasm, your hips lifting off him and his length slapping against his lower belly. he was left impetuously thrusting into open air, a noise of confusion escaping his parted lips.

"please, (y/n), I'm so close," he whined, trembling under you as his high dwindled down, cold air brushing over his slicked-up cock. "let me stuff you full, baby. make you nice and pregnant for me, yeah? you want that, right?"

a wave of arousal rushed through you and straight down to your core, your pussy gushing until it dripped down the sides of your thighs. "but I thought you weren't ready," you pouted in dejection.

"I am! fuck- I promise, I am! 'want our kids to be just like you—kind, beautiful, understanding," his hips jolted upwards inadvertently, the deep baritone of his voice rising a few octaves, occasionally breaking as he whined under you. "if it's with you, I'm ready for anything."

a shared exhale mingled in the small gap between your faces as you slid down mingi's length again, your eyes fluttering shut at the brush of his cockhead against your g-spot. you pried them open again, not wanting to miss the change in mingi's expression—from desperation, to relief, to the rawest forms of lust. you pawed at his wrists, pulling at the ribbon tying them firmly until it slipped off. with his hands now free, he reached down to grab at your hips before the blood could make it to his appendages. your thoughts faded into nothing, deaf to anything but the sound of skin slapping on skin combined with mingi's soft moans, his deep groans dropping to mere whimpers of need.

constant shots of pleasure seared up your spine, your clit rubbing harshly over mingi's pelvis while he fucked into you, your vision going black as you came on his cock with a strangled cry, your walls clamping around him as he continued to chase his orgasm despite your pained mewls.

it took a few more frantic thrusts before mingi's nails pressed thin crescents into your skin, his hips stuttering as hot ropes of cum shot between your pulsing walls, holding you down on his cock while he unloaded all he had deep inside you. and all he had was a lot, his seed seeping past your stretched hole from the sheer amount he was feeding into your womb.

"ngh- fuck. mingi, it's so much," you breathed out.

the pain from overstimulation dulled when you took in the tears making their way down the sides of mingi's face—pearlescent streaks reflecting the moonlight pouring out of the open blinds. "i-it won't stop coming out, ah- all for you, baby," he rolled his hips to push himself further inside you, his cockhead spasming once as it shot out its last spurt of cum.

you laid there in the aftershocks, your thighs trembling around mingi's hips while your body rocked with every intake of breath, his chest moving steadily under your head. his release trickled out of you in small beads, mingi's cock still plugged inside your used cunt to keep the majority of it inside. gentle fingers squeezed at your hips, sliding upwards to your mid-back and down to soothe your aching muscles.

it was when sleep tugged your eyelids shut that mingi grew restless again, and through the thick haze of fatigue, you noticed his cock chubbing up inside you. your body slowly rolled sideways with mingi's until it made contact with the sheets, warm where he'd been laying. he towered over you, pressing his hips to yours with his glazed-over eyes fixed on your face.

"want you," he whimpered, one hand on your hip while the other cupped your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheekbone.

"mingi-"

"want you so bad, baby," he ground his cock inside you, biting his lip at the squelch of his cum between your walls. you moaned breathily at the feeling, your eyes finding mingi's before he leaned down to place another kiss to your forehead. "wanna see you swollen with my babies," he panted, his thumb finding your swollen clit and drawing slow circles over it. "gotta make sure I fill you up properly."

#mingi x reader #song mingi x reader #song mingi smut #mingi smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #song mingi #ateez mingi #mingi x y/n #mingi imagines #song mingi imagines #song mingi scenarios #song mingi fanfic #mingi scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines

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nocturnalfandomartist · 4 days

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✨️ TP Zelda doodles! ✨️

I love treating fictional characters like dress-up dolls. Each of Zelda's outfits here has a subtle nod to the Light Spirits in the pattern (and some other versions of Zelda). You may recognize the dusk-colored dress from when I drew this Zelda for the Zelda Creators banner a few months ago! I also gave her very faint Puppet Zelda scars in two of them. These designs will also be used for @meet-again-in-another-life when I'm able to post more for it. Close-ups under the cut!

you've been hit by TP Zelink propaganda. also i'm generally pretty happy with how Link turned out!! except for the fancy outfit doodle why did I think drawing first person POV was okay I literally never do that. also also should I change the background color?

Time Elapsed: 8 hours, 39 minutes

Program Used: IbisPaint

why did this take so long they're literally just doodles. anyway im gonna start doing commissions for pages like this very soon on my ko-fi, keep an eye out

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trentlife · 1 year

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☆christmas morning

summary: in which the reader is waking up on christmas morning with her boyfriend jude

warnings: fluff

you where woken up to a shining light hovering around the room, with also the faint sunlight creeping through the blinds. you rolled over with your eyes half closed still to see your boyfriend. jude. lying awake on his phone scrolling through his socials. you where still to tired to be fully waken up yet so you softly turned back over until you heard the brummie accent.

"merry christmas babe" he spoke. which you then smiled at which he couldn't see.

you then rolled back over to see his pretty face and wished him a happy christmas, "merry christmas baby" a smile on your face appeared.

his arm curled around your shoulders as he bought you closer to him to feel his touch. you placed your hand on his bear chest and drew patterns.

"our first christmas together jude oh my god!" a thought came to your head which you obviously had to share with him.

"ah it is yeh! if im being totally honest with you y/n, it actually feels like this is about our fifth christmas together, and ive never really had that feeling in my past relationships." you looked up at him and smiled and scrunched your nose.

"im so lucky i have you, i probably don't tell you this as much as i should, i love you jude. so so much." you preached.

"come here" jude pulled you up and placed you on top of him and cuddled into one another.

"i love you more, forever." he replied to you, leaning in and pressing both of your lips together.

his lips where like pillows. you loved his kisses and cuddles, you felt so comfortable in his arms always, and hoped you could experience this forever with him.

"shall we go and open our presents then?" jude asked and you both laughed.

"sounds like a plan!" you giggled and removed yourself off your boyfriend and got up out of bed and placed your hand in his while you both made your way down the staircase of his home.

"jude are you kidding me? this is to much!" you where in shock as you stepped into the living area and seen all of the gift bags from the different shops and a huge bouquet of flowers.

"it's not to much, not for you anyway." his words made you blush and you went over to him and gave him a kiss.

"open this one first, it's a special one." he handed over to you a cartier bag, and your face was in shock as soon as you started opening the gift. "ju- what the hell! who's the other one for?" you asked seeing two silver diamond bracelets.

"ones for me, ones for you, i thought they could almost be like promise bracelets for the both of us, you know for our relationship." he told you.

"aww i love it so so much, my dream bracelet to!" you pouted your lips at him and he bent down to connect your lips.

you both spent another half an hour ish opening the gifts you got for each other. you got up off the floor and made your way over to you boyfriend and sat on his knee.

"thank you for all my gifts, i love them so much." you told him.

"anything for you, and thank you for all of mine you didn't have to do it." he replied.

you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck while his around your waist as he pressed kisses into your neck.

"now let's go get ready before all you family are here!" you stood up.

"oh my, i know right." jude spoke, as you both made your way upstairs to get ready for the rest of the day.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham fics #footballer fics #footballer imagines #jude bellingham imagines #footballers #judebellingham stories #jude bellingham x reader #explore #explorepage #explore more

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jealousjersey · 5 months

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ under the mistletoe with mike ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

contains: smut(obvi), p in v (protected), afab fem reader, a little fluff, she/her pronouns used, pet names, protected creampie

authors note: merry christmas! this was v much rushed, ignore spelling and grammar mistakes pls!

mike loves christmas day. the presents, the happiness, the warmth of sitting around a fire, but most importantly; you in that tight little santa suit.

“mike, come here i need help wrapping gifts for abby!” you yell, knowing when he gets there you’ll be fucked out. mike comes to the room with a roll of wrapping paper and tape, only to see you in the little santa onesie you picked up from the mall a couple days ago. as he walks into the room. mike drew his lower lip between his teeth and you could swear you heard him moan. this drives you crazy. how needy he is for you just makes you drip.

mike takes a second and carefully drops the wrapping paper and tape, trying not to loose his mind over how sexy you looked in your outfit. “do you like it?” you giggle watching his eyes fill with lust. “you know i do, naughty girl” he says as he practically flies onto the bed, gripping your wrist as you get up to lock the door, (and to grab condoms). “but mike, what about abby?” you look back at him, as he forgot, its christmas day, there’s no way to get privacy today. “don’t worry baby, she’s still in her room drawing with her new art kit. we got about 2 hours before she gets bored of it” he says, you trust him, grabbing the condoms and watching him struggling to put it on right. “don’t laugh at me! these are hard” he says with a insincere sad look. “i can see what else is hard.” you giggle at him

about 2 minutes later you’re on his bed and he’s in you, pumping inside you in missionary. the wet sound of his cock entering and exiting your pussy makes you go over the edge. “fuckk babygirl you’re so wet for my cock, you knew i needed this badly huh?” he grunts with every pulse he pumps into you. despite the way he drools onto your stomach, this was the best christmas you’ve ever had. with your loving boyfriend inside you.

you look up and see him sweating as he removes his hand from under your pillow to wipe it away from his forehead, he quickly returns to the position after pinching your chin with his calloused fingers, “you’re so pretty. my beautiful girl” he looks in your eyes and smiles.

“fuc-ck mike baby im gonna-” you say, your eyes rolling back in your head. “go ahead baby. cum for me pretty girl” he says as he rides out your orgasm, cumming inside and with you.

“merry fuckin christmas baby” he says to you

#jersey writes #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike shmidt #christmas smut #smut #fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schimdt fanfic #jealousjersey

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descendantofthesparrow · 1 year

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if you will Marry Me - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot

“Harry?” you called out gently as you stepped into the room, it was dark and quiet, as usual when it wasn’t in use for balls or galas. you looked up at the chandeliers, smiling when you remembered the last time you were here-it was for the yearly ball for the anniversary of the vks freedom day, you remembered that first day; when you met him, your harry.

You stood quietly near the wall of the ballroom, sipping carefully at your sparkling cider as Vk’s and Ak’s alike mingled all around the room, celebrating Lady Mal and King Ben’s decision to decree the partial removal of the barrier, only those with good intent could pass through with ease; so any child or adult that wished to come and go to Auradon was free to do so.

It was one of the few ways to guarantee freedom to those who wanted it and deserved it, while keeping those who still only wanted destruction and evil behind the magical barrier. You smiled as you saw your little brother dancing about with a boy his age, their light-purple hair pulled back in a braid with a wide grin on their face.

Your eyes drew to a vk that seemed to be-out of place, or at least he felt like it, wearing a scarlet leather vest over a white button-up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he tapped his fingers on his glass, his eyes on Uma and Ben who were dancing with the crowd. He looked unsure of himself, glancing down at his hands then back up at Uma.

Harry Hook, Uma’s right-hand man. You chuckled, you had heard he was a very cocksure person and oozed confidence like it was second nature. And yet here he stood, in a corner and shy. You licked your lips, wondering if you should actually interact with someone when his strong accent blessed your ears.

“Seems I’m no’t tha’ only one alone eh?” you looked up at him, smiling softly as he looked at you, a shy grin on his pretty lips. You laughed, nodding a bit. “yeah, my brothers abandoned me a while ago, and I really don’t know anyone else, so” you shrugged, leaning back against the wall as Harry joined you, looking a bit relieved to no longer be the only one alone at the grand ball. “im (y/n), (y/n) (l/n)” you introduced yourself, holding out your hand, grinning as he took it and shook it gently, squeezing your hand lightly as he gave you a dreamy grin.

“Harry, Harry Hook. Lovely ta meet ye (y/n),”

Your relationship had a slow start, it had taken you nearly a year to ask Harry out, to which he laughed and pulled out a crystalized rose and told you he was just about to ask you out. From then-everything just-set into place. It had been five years since then, Harry was now a model for Evie’s fashion business, and you were going into your family business; both making enough money to support the both of you with ease.

You were comfortable, and you were happy. And Harry was ready to take another step in your relationship. “Harry?” you called his name again, crossing your arms as you stepped further into the ballroom, spinning on your heel to look for him; he had asked you to meet him here a few hours ago, on the anniversary of you asking him out.

You agreed-and here you were now, wondering where he was. He did say 3 o’clock, didn’t he? “Harry?” you called again, gasping as the light above you suddenly came on, softly illuminating you and your surroundings. You laughed gently, turning every which way to try to find Harry, your smile turning soft as you heard him begin to whistle softly, walking towards you with his hands behind his back.

You recognized that tune, it was an old courting song from ages ago, one Harry’s mother knew well and taught to Harriet, who taught it to Harry-in case he ever found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Realization hit you then, butterflies flurrying about in your belly as your cheeks flared to life, your breath stopping as Harry began to sing, his voice quiet and soft, his accent clear as water.

“I’ll swim and sail the savage seas, with ne’r a fear of drowning” he stepped closer, taking your hands in his, his eyes sweet and soft, a near pleading to his voice as you held back a sob, tears in your eyes. “and gladly ride tha’ waves of life, if you will marry me.”

You swallowed, staring into his ever blue eyes you had fallen so deeply in love with, feeling his warm hands transfer his heat into your hands, you intertwined your fingers, bringing his hands up and pressing them to your lips, smiling behind your intertwined hands. “no scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey. If you will promise me yer heart,”

You brought his hands down then, your voice joining his in the ballroom that contained no-one but you and your beloved pirate. “and love me for eternity~” Harry beamed, squeezing your hands and then letting them go as you raised them up in the dance Harry had so sweetly taught you a few years back, when you had first asked him about his mother and the things she had taught him in her short span of being in his life.

“my dearest one, my darling dear; your mighty words astound me.” Harry joined you in that dance, his arm pressed against yours as you began to circle each other under the soft light. “but I’ve no need for need for mighty deeds,” you switched arms and directions then, laughing as Harry beamed brightly, laughing with you as you sang. “when I feel your arms around me!”

Harry almost giggled, taking your hands and speeding up the dance, your feet dancing between each other before he dropped to one knee and guided you around him, his eyes wide and bright with pure happiness. “but I would bring you rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry, and I would keep you from all harm! If you would stay beside me!”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully as you brought Harry back up and tugged him closer, turning your back to his chest as your arms crossed over the other, still holding Harry’s hands as you danced “I have no use for rings of gold, I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold!”

“I only want you near me~!” Harry sang, spinning you back around and engaging the two of you in a near waltz-like dance; his cheeks red and eyes full of nothing but love. The two of you sang together now, voices echoing in harmony within the ballroom. “to love, to kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming. Through all life’s sorrows and delights, I’ll keep your love beside me! I’ll swim and sail the savage with ner a fear of drowning, I’d gladly ride the waves of life; if you will marry me~!” Harry picked you up and spun you around in the air, your voices holding for a moment before they turned to laughter, pure unfiltered laughter full of love.

Harry set you down, the two of you out of breath as he pulled a box out of his pocket, opening the black velvet and showing you his mother’s ring, the ruby gleaming with its black band shining to accent it. “so, will ye?” Harry asked breathlessly, giggling as you just kissed him and held him tightly, holding out your hand and unable to keep still as he slid the ring onto your finger.

“I love you, mo Leannan” Harry whispered, my sweetheart, his sweet nickname for you. You grinned against him, pulling him into another kiss as you whispered those words back. “and I love you, mon amour.”

-end-

……I saw a stoick n Valka edit of this song on tik tok-started making this-made an edit for Huma to the song, and then finished making this XD

taglist!

@queer-cosette @sephiralorange @lunanight2012

@daughter-of-the-stars11 @musicarose @rintheemolion

@random-thoughts-004 @anythingbutmar @dai-tsukki-desu

@imtryingthisout @remembered-license @thecaptainsgingersnap

@thetrueghostqueen @littlewierdalien

#harry hook descendants #disney descendants #harry hook x reader #just #all the fluff #proposal #no use of pronouns #or gender #so (y/n) can be read freely

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actualalligator · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

This is a snippet from "If I Lead, Will You Follow?" This feels so slow going rn. I feel like this is all I wanted to write when I started it, but my inspiration has stalled. Maybe getting more out into the universe will help. It's a longer snippet, so I'm gonna put it under a cut. Thank you @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad for tagging me 🩵

Eddie walked back into the living room and sat on the couch with his beer. If Buck was good at complicated legos, then he could have at it. Eddie was more than happy to sit back and drink his beer.

As if he could read his mind, Christopher looked up at him. “Buck's way better at this than you, Dad.”

Buck choked back a laugh. Eddie threw a half-hearted glare his way.

“That's not very nice, bud,” Buck said after a second. “I'm sure your dad is plenty good.”

Christopher's eyebrows drew together, and he shook his head.

“What's parenthood if you're not being bullied by your own kid?” Eddie asked, voice soft enough that Christopher probably didn't register it. It got a soft huff of laughter from Buck, though. Eddie liked that sound a lot. “Buck can be your lego buddy from now on.”

“Good,” said Christopher. “I thought I'd never get the Mars Rover finished.”

“We may not finish this tonight “ Buck replied, looking through the instructions.

“You can come back tomorrow,” Christopher said, and the way he said it sounded like it was just a given. Of course, Buck would come back again the next night to build legos with him.

Buck frowned down at the instructions. “Well, I have to work tomorrow, buddy, but maybe I can come over the next time I'm off.”

Christopher squinted up at Buck. “When is that?” and his tone was close enough to a demand that it made Eddie sit up a little straighter.

“Ay, mijo. We have to be kind to our friends or they won't want to come and play,” he said, and he never raised his voice with Christopher, not like his dad had done with him, but he was firm.

Christopher paused for a second, maybe to consider what he would say next, but his tone was much softer when he finally did speak. “When can you come back and play legos with me again, Buck?”

“I'm off on Monday,” Buck says.

Christopher looked at Eddie. “Dad, can Buck come over on Monday?”

“I work on Monday,” Eddie said softly. He didn't want to let his kid down. “You're going to go to Abuela’s before and after school, and I won't pick you up until after you're asleep.”

“Oh.” Christopher's little slumped shoulders were exactly what Eddie didn't want.

Buck glanced between them. He pulled out his phone. Seconds later, Eddie's phone buzzed in his pocket.

Buck: I could watch him after school on Monday.

Eddie looked at the text, then at Buck. He appreciated that the offer had come as a text. They were still new to each other. But Eddie was surprised to find that he wanted to say yes. He trusted Buck already. And it would be nice to get to come right home after a twelve-hour shift and for Christopher to fall asleep in his own bed.

“Maybe Buck can hang out with you after school here until I get home,” Eddie said. “You will have to promise me that you'll listen to Buck and you'll go to bed when he says it's time.”

Christopher's face lit up. “Yes, please! I promise!”

Buck was smiling too. “You'll have to let me know what you want for dinner, bud,” he said.

Christopher leaned forward with a very serious expression on his face. “Can you make grilled cheese? Dad always burns them.”

“Captain Nash, your dad’s boss, taught me how to make the best grilled cheese in the whole world,” Buck replied. He poked through the lego pieces in the bin and handed one to Christopher. “Do you like tomato soup?”

Christopher nodded. “Dad can make that pretty okay. We eat it with quesadillas sometimes. Those are usually okay.”

“Tomato soup and quesadillas can both be cooked in the microwave just fine,” Eddie said. “But we have good dinners too, mijo. Right? Like when we had spaghetti last week. That was good.”

Chris giggled and nodded again. “We had chicken nuggets with cheese in our spaghetti! It was the best I've ever had!”

“Oh yeah?” Buck asked. He glanced back at Eddie for a second before picking up the next piece of their build. “Maybe I can join you next time because I've never had that. And I love spaghetti and chicken nuggets.”

“Yeah. I'll call you,” Christopher replied, taking the piece and sticking it on.

Buck chuckled. “You've got my number?”

“Dad does. He lets me call Grandma and Abuelo,” Christopher said with a wave of his hand.

“Perfect. As soon as you know your dad has spaghetti on the menu, call me right up,” Buck told him. He handed him one more piece and closed the instructions. “I have to go start the chicken. We will have to pick this up after dinner."

No pressure tagging and anybody else who wants to share! I wanna read your WIPs!

@lochnesswriter @friendly-chaos @malewifediaz

#buddie #writing #911 fanfic #buck's easy friendship with Christopher gives me life

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l1nghuarchive · 1 year

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hello!!! I wish u luck on starting up ur blog! :) being the absolute heizou and kazuha simp I am, may I request them with a sick reader? <3

WEE ONG TYSM FOR REQUESTING AAA YOU DIDNT PUT A GENDER SO I HOPE GN IS OK FOR YOU!! (i wrote this while i was taking the bus home, sorry if there are any spelling errors !)

Pairing : Kazuha && Heizou x reader

Type : hcs

Warnings : n/a

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

• Being the kind hearted person Kazuha is, he'll make sure to take care of you perhaps even stay back behind to take care of you if you are part of the crux!!

• As a wandering samurai, im pretty sure he has to take care of himself a lot before he had met Beidou so he is quite and expert when dealing with simple symptoms of sickness. If it's a high fever, he'll go to Baizhu to get medication and feed it to you! <3

• If you are very conscious about getting him sick even if he says it's okay, he'll write little poems for you and even draw a small doodle of himself as well as leaves! (ps. His drawing skills aren't really good but his words in his poems definitely make up for it!!)

• "Kazuha , these are uh really nice hearts that you drew..!" "My dove, it meant to be leaves.. But if you think it's a heart then it can be as well."

• Kazuha may seem like a rather calm person outside but he is interanally panicking inside if he is doing enough since he is scared that your health would get worse because he isn't taking good care of you.

• If you're symptoms tend to get worse, please reassure him it isn't his fault or he might actually start panicking and trying a bunch of medicine that he learnt on his travels that he thinks might help.

• Overall, Kazuha really someone who would stay by your side even if he isn't a professional doctor he is really genuine of taking care of you <3

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

• The best detactive Heizou is almost never called in on a sick day, after all missing one day could mean missing a lot of clues and cases he might find interesting.

• Now when he heard you were unwell, let's just say he doesn't really know how to take care of you </3 and he may or may not have fed you the wrong medicine..

• "Heizou, i think that is the medicine if I'm having if im having problems with.. Releasing gas." "Oh." (you told him that when he just fed you a spoon full of it, you had problems with your stomach a few days later after you got better..)

• Heizou would definitely try to cuddle with you in bed if you are having a headache or having trouble sleeping, of course while you're asleep he might try to think of ways to help you feel better faster. He hates to see you lying in bed all day since he wants you to go on many cases with him all around inazuma!

• He'll try to crack some jokes while you're in bed to keep you entertained while you're recovering. (his jokes are kinda stolen off from google but the fact they are overused makes it funny LMAO)

• Unlike Kazuha who is a wandering Samurai, being a detective requires a lot of time so Heizou always has to leave very early in the morning so he can come back earlier to take care of you though do expect a little note with a few puns and overused jokes next to your nightstand.

• Once you've gotten better, Heizou might have to work extra hours because he did runaway from the tenryou commission to take care of you do if he arrives home late please do welcome him with a hug <3

• Heizou might not be the best at taking care of you but he is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure you're healthy and happy <3

Tysm for requesting, i hope you liked this and sorry if it is ooc! </3

#heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #heizou my beloved #kazuha x reader #kaedehara x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x y/n #heizou x you #heizou shikanoin x reader

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jewish-anime · 5 months

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aaand that's a wrap! finally found a new template that isn't deviantart green lmao

didn't finish as much as i had hoped this year but that's ok. im still pretty happy with the stuff i did finish!

and like last year i have a ramble so thats going under the cut

im trying to forgive myself for not being able to see art projects through as often anymore. there's a lot more competing for my attention now and my art process has been taking longer and longer. i had a lot of times this past year where i sat down and drew something and was happy with what i sketched, but then never made time to color it, or the desire to keep going with it fizzled out the second i put the pencil down.

i dont know what the answer is. i've been struggling with burnout and distraction a lot this year (ffxiv still has a pretty iron grip on my attention), but at the same time i've been getting a lot more out of writing than visual arts the last little while. so idk

my hope for the new year is to keep working on replacing "perfect" with "done". a few years ago i used to experiment and cut corners all the time just to get art out the door and i think i want to bring some of that energy back. i wanna try new things again. i want to find new ways to color that don't take 9 hours over 3 days but are still fun and engaging. i want to change the definition of "done" for my brain.

i ended up rambling for longer than i meant to lmao... anyway, if you read all that, thank you. and i hope you'll stick with me into the new year - no matter what pace I end up drawing at.

#timeline

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 5 months

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for the art ask thingy you reblogged, mayhaps 8, 12, and 17? (don't feel pressured to do them all)

ty for question! there will be a lot of text below bc i like to talk about my art or myself😭 i'm an egocentric😭

8. What do you like most about your own work? It's hard to say, because i criticize myself a lot or treat my art like idkkk things i have to do while i'm still alive?? like creating (anything) is literally the meaning of my life so my work to me it's kinda like a "vacuum the apartment" item in to-do list. you vacuum your apartment, delist it, and then forget about it forever but if to think a little deeper it's hmm i like the style in which i’m drawing rn, though i’m still not really happy with it. but this whole styling thing is super hard to me after years of academic art 💀 if im super tired my hands automatically draw something realistic and this really upsets me bc i don't want to draw realistic things :( i don't post many original art here, but i love the sense of freedom it have, that i’ve worked very hard for and still working on it! like replacing "how to do it acceptably?" with "how i want it, how i feel it and how to do it honest" in my mind. honesty and sincerity are the most important things in my life, work, people etc. there are many problems with this now because of the russian laws and autocracy, which has long been more like totalitarianism. i have a hard time saying and doing what i think, constantly having to go around/come up with metaphors/not putting something out there at all, even changing ideas and plots. it disgusts me, i hope i can emigrate in the next two years or so, freedom is a key value for me and ok if to be more abstract, i like the fact that I draw/etc for myself, i.e i create something that i lack in this world. every time it gives me a feeling of satisfaction (though it doesn't last long) that "there! at last I see what i wanted, what i craved to see". i.e actually i work from "i don't like what there's rn, i want to see it differently, I want to do it other way". as if the store didn't have clothes in your size and and you'd have to sew your own

12. Show your favourite drawing from this year

i realize that this question implies one drawing, but idc and will show several instead of just one :^) the first drawing that comes to mind is this! well it's not exactly a drawing ofc but still. it's one of 54 illustrations for the play "the shadow". i love this work very much (text here says "your country is like every country in the world" in different languages, and on the color block the phrase is "it's all so mixed up", it's quotes from the play)

and three more illustrations for the same play! best part of this year in terms of art is probably that i finally got into lettering. although it's not lettering in the classic sense here, like these lettering aren't meant to be readable, i just think the letters are very pretty:^)

and the last one. this fanart turned out to be very important for me! i drew it some time after my diploma and finally for the first time in a long time allowed myself to loosen up and not think about what others will think. thanks to this art i realized in which style i wanna work:^)

17. What inspires you?

almost anything tbh. movies, books, theater, songs, science, news, colors, clothes, people, whatever in personal projects, it's usually a reflection on current events/experiences talking to people and their stories inspire me a lot on a more simple level: music/songs. i believe that any visual composition is music (even Kandinsky wrote about it and he himself considered his abstract works as painted music). So rhythm, intonation in songs and other things inspire me af. i always make playlists for every big project im working. it's not even about the lyrics of the songs, it's about the vibe/mood they give. (i had an exhibition this summer with illustrations for "the shadow" and like i put a disco projector there and made a 6 hours playlist 😭 bc all the illustration were based on music (and i hate exhibition snobbery, pseudo-intellectualism, and in general when people consider themselves superior to others. i also think that looking at pictures without music is boring) aaaaand i'm also inspired by the words themselves? (you can notice in the pictures above, haha). sometimes by the meaning they carry, sometimes just by the way they look. and the letters inspire me bc that, again, is music to me. the rhythm, the plasticity, the contrast. i just love letters ahahh

thanks again for the question and hope it was interesting! have a good day/night/morning/etc ! 💞

#girl when she got a chance to talk about herself: 📢📢📢📢

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wednesdaytoo · 4 months

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@coffinbutch tagged me for this! 15 questions + 15 friends! (coffinbutch you are so brave for doing all 15 tags. im gonna take the coward's way and ask any mutual to consider themself tagged if they want to do it!)

long under here

1. Are you named after anyone?

yea! im named after my abuela who died waaay before i was born

2. When was the last time you cried?

3 days ago

3. Do you have kids?

nope! i work with kids (teenaged) and they're fine, i enjoy them, but that's plenty of Kid for me -- i don't need to have my own in my home everyday. id love to be a lesbian uncle tho! which i already kno is Not gonna happen from either of my brothers, so my only chance is my wife's younger sister haha (we were just talking abt this yesterday lol)

4. What sports do you play/have played?

hahha i don't think i've ever played a sport like Officially, like outside of PE classes. i like badminton tho, and B and i are trying to learn how to play pickleball (we suck)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

i suppose on occasion i sarcast

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

hair & clothes? face? im a simple guy

7. What's your eye color?

the inner part of my irises are yellowish-brown and the outer edges are grey-blue. ppl dont usually notice it unless theyre quite up close tho. from a few feet away i think they look grey and that's what i'll usually mark for eye color, or blue if that's not an option

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i could go for either, but i think i lean slightly more toward scary movies, especially bc i love vampire movies so much. like when we watch a dracula movie and u have one of those "the monster is defeated! hooray!" endings, does that count as a happy ending movie?? we root for drac tho so it's a let down!

9. Any talents?

idk im pretty good at whistling !

10. Where were you born?

california

11. What are your hobbies?

movies, video games, insect/arachnid related things (catching, collecting, pinning, reading abt, etc), sewing/embroidery when the mood strikes me, reading (trying to get back into it at least!), listening to music/discovering new bands, sorting/cataloguing things

12. Do you have any pets?

3 cats (hopey, bullets, and cocoa) + a baby tarantula (avocado) <3

13. How tall are you?

5'6.5" or 168 cm!

14. Favorite subject in school?

in high school my favs were probably trigonometry and ceramics

in college i'd say science (esp entomology, ecology, botany, and astronomy) and foreign languages (i took french, japanese, ASL, and spanish)

15. Dream job?

see one of the above hobbies and then pay me $100/hr to do it :-))

no but fr even tho my current job has its annoyances, it's usually so chill. some days i just text B from work like "here's a bracelet i made today" "made u a candle today" "it was slow and i mostly just read in the library" "i drew a cute poster." two weeks ago we came in for a couple hours to decorate little pouches with custom vinyl designs on our new cricut. the next day we went roller skating lmao. even the actual "work" is enjoyable (i help students w/ their schoolwork, mostly math, which is fun to me, or entering info into forms/spreadsheets, also kind of fun to me bc i can listen to music while i do it). buuut i dont make a lot of money. if they paid me $100/hr and gave me some benefits, i'd be set!

#i should post the pouch i made it's cute as hell #on q14 i had to stop myself from listing more sciences lol #shout out to chemistry and geology... microbiology is dope too #wt.txt #abt

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(A few days late but here's your treat! Toosh getting ready for a costume party with cartoontrio at the end. Enjoy!) “Hold still!” Tina said as she beat more powder onto Foolish’s face. Foolish spit and sputtered as the beauty blender continuously patted onto his mouth, “Well you keep beating me with some sponge thing!”

Tina rolled her eyes as she went to grab an eyeshadow pallet.

“I thought you grew up with sisters?” She asked rhetorically as she busted a brush with golden, flaky eyeshadow. She blew any excess off before carefully gliding the brush on the apple of his cheeks.

Foolish just rolled his eyes like he just heard the stupidest question ever, “Doesn’t mean I had to sit for hours for their amusement. The most they’ve done was like blush or something.”

“Well I hope I’m doing a better job than that.”

“You haven’t even let me look yet!”

“Trust the process!”

Foolish grumbled but he stayed put. After another 30 minutes of carefully brush strokes and color matching, Tina was happy with her masterpiece. She made Foolish close his eyes as she slowly turned his chair around to the mirror of the vanity.

“Ok, open!”

Foolish slowly opened his eyes and immediately felt his jaw drop at his reflection. Admittedly, he was pretty skeptical when Tina said she wanted to do his makeup like his minecraft character, or at least how the fans drew him. She grayed out his skin but the contour and highlights made it look more believable. There were shimmers of gold on his cheeks and along his sharp jaw. She even made some fake freckles colored gold.

Tina flashed the fake fangs she had put in earlier, “What did you think?”

Immediate response, “It looks like shit.”

Tina gasped and looked at him in shock as he laughed at her expression. He loved messing with her, he found it hilarious.

“Ok, ok, it actually looks good.” He clarified, hands raised in the air.

“You’re an asshole, actually.” Tina pouted, starting to put away her makeup, “After I worked so hard on your look.”

Just then, a knock came from the door. A second later, the doorknob turned and Karl poked his head in. He was dressed in a wizard’s robe similar to one that Tina drew for him.

“You guys almost done? The party is gonna start soon.” Karl said before he saw Foolish’s complete look, “Holy shit, dude! You look sick!”

“Thanks, I know.” Foolish smirked and crossed his arms, a cocky arrogance oozing out of him.

“We’ll be out in a minute!” Tina declared, to which Karl nodded and closed the door for them. The two of them hurry into the rest of their costumes and walk out the room to where Karl was scrolling on his phone on the couch.

He grinned and stood up when he saw his two friends were ready. “Now lets get irresponsibly drunk!” He hollered, and all of them cheered and threw their arms up in the air.

ASHER ASHER!1!! THID IS AMAZING AAAAAH! THANK YOU SO MUCH IM READING AND REREADING THIS SMDKJSLDM CARTOON TRIO FOR LIFE!!!!!!!

#dtblrtot2023 #omg this is amazing #yumi answers #TOOSHOGIES 🥺🌸🌸🌸

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