#he has long curly black hair and he was wearing a sweater that looked so cozy and suddenly I was yearning
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The prettiest boy on earth complimented my art today and I gay panicked and just hid my face without saying a word 😭😭😭
#he is#breathtaking btw#like mhngnh#sooooooo georgous#he has long curly black hair and he was wearing a sweater that looked so cozy and suddenly I was yearning#like wow in love swooped off my feet etc etc#ugh#I want to#have his face in my hands and kiss his neck :((#but I always feel so like#rough? around him?#like he's so elegant and small and cute and he's like a fairy Prince and I'm#A grumpy gnome?#with awkward movements and arms too big?#and he's so pretty and I'm?#gay
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dinner party || Steven Grant x f!reader
summary: after attending the same book club for weeks, you and Steven run into each other at a dinner party and all of your curiosity and tension finally clash together.
word count: 3.8k
A/N: first fic of the year yaay😌 felt like writing something lighthearted so no warnings besides tension, a hot makeout session & Steven being a sweet literature nerd. I'm actually having a very hard time getting into writing & posting lately but I'm working through it. anyway, feedback is always very much appreciated ❤️
You weren't planning on showing up to this dinner, but according to your friends, "it’ll do you good" to socialize and get out more. While they may have been right about joining the book club to begin with, you don’t want to reveal the real reason why you're attending this event because they’re gonna be all over you, asking incessant questions and badgering you all enthusiastically and frankly, you need some time to process what you're feeling.
What are you feeling exactly?
You're excited about the possibility of seeing Steven again tonight. He’s the big reason why you're going to your book club’s owner’s house for this dinner party in the first place. You can’t help but be attracted to him; that much is clear, blatantly obvious. You are definitely attracted to him. He’s so damn intelligent and curious about things and open-minded and sweet… oh lord, he is so intoxicatingly sweet. And so shy! Steven seemed like the kind of man to wear his heart on his sleeve and that is like a breath of fresh air to you.
And when he mentioned the dinner party happening tonight… you figured it was the perfect excuse to go. It’s not a sin to want to see someone you're attracted to, right?
And it’s been such a long time since you’ve felt this attracted to someone.
Okay, so bottom line is, you're here tonight to show support for the book club, to have some wine and maybe talk to Steven.
You definitely want to talk to Steven. Or at least see him.
He’s got such a sense of humor too. The kind where he doesn't necessarily intend to joke but it comes out funny anyway and it makes you giggle involuntarily. He can make you laugh by saying dry and bad jokes, and when he talks about poetry and interprets it, about history, the way his eyes flicker when he talks about literature in general...
Yeah, one might say you are dangerously attracted to him.
Maybe tonight is a mistake. Maybe you shouldn’t be around him and wine. The combination oozes trouble, and you are not a troublemaker. You are certainly not a reckless person when you drink. You're fun and lighthearted and honest, a little too giggly sometimes, but never reckless. You don't plan on binge drinking, so you should be alright.
Unless your nerves get the best of you and you remain tongue-tied around the sweetness that is Steven Grant.
By the time you soothe you nerves, you are on your second glass of wine, politely engaging with the guests, with Miranda—bless her for starting this book club in the first place—and then you decide to indulge into some appetizers and look around her library. Man, she’s got a huge collection! She has a library in the living room and, from what Miranda herself says, three smaller ones in the three bedrooms.
She says it’s okay to take a look throughout the house—or should you call it a mansion because damn!—and so you look in the first bedroom. You are more interested in the library. The book collection is so damn impressive. She even has first editions of books that would be considered extinct nowadays and you are in absolute awe.
“Oh, hi.”
You turn around so violently you nearly pull a muscle in your neck and spill your drink. There’s Steven, holding his own glass of wine in one of the hands, a boyish grin on his face. You instantly feel your cheeks burn at the sight of him: he’s wearing black suit pants, a turtleneck sweater with the sleeves rolled up and his hair is so curly and luscious it almost makes you sigh.
“Hi,” you finally reply with a flustered smile. “Sorry, I didn’t realize anybody was gonna sneak off to look at books.”
“That’s my idea of a party to be honest.”
You both chuckle, and you can’t take your eyes off him. There’s simply something magnetizing about his presence, about the way he makes you feel just by being around you and that’s dangerous. This has the potential to be a fatal attraction and it’s scaring for all the reasons that it's exciting.
Steven approaches you, although visibly hesitant himself. You clear your throat in an attempt to diffuse your own tension. “But it is a great dinner party though,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “Everyone’s so nice.”
“They are, yeah.”
“The music’s nice too. The food is—“
“Nice too?”
You break into nervous laughter. “I’m babbling. I’m sorry. I tend to do that when I’m nervous.”
“That’s alright. It’s—quite endearing, really.”
Your eyes shoot up at him. Your cheeks burn by this point, and you're fairly certain he can see how red they are, too.
“But why are you nervous?” Steven asks and his voice is so sweet and filled with care that it's impossible to not melt.
“Um… this is not a conversation for a second glass of wine.”
“For a third glass maybe?”
Your eyes widen some more and you find yourself absolutely flabbergasted at the notion that this sweet, intelligent and introverted guy is being flirty right now.
He’s flirting with me.
He’s actually flirting with me.
“Maybe,” you decide to tease against your better judgment. “But I wouldn’t want to ruin my image by binge drinking tonight.”
“I was thinking about getting a third glass myself, so I doubt you’d ruin anything.”
It’s tempting. Too tempting.
You shouldn’t.
But he’s so close to you and he looks and smells so good it impairs your judgment. There is no judgment to be done though. You are feeling needier and more impatient than you have in a long time, and you can barely keep it together.
“If you’re having one, then fine,” you reluctantly agree. “But three is where I have to draw the line.”
Steven giggles. The sound is so youthful and pleasant it’s almost like it tickles your skin.
There’s a moment of hesitation and silence between the two of you as you both acknowledge the fact that you should probably head back downstairs, but you remain locked in some sort of trance looking at the books on the shelves, still nursing on your second glasses of wine and stealing glances at each other. The tension is so thick that you're starting to wonder whether a knife would be able to cut through it.
“Can I confess something to you?” you foolishly ask.
Steven offers a polite smile and a nod right next to you and you feel your heart racing.
“I wasn’t totally sure if I wanted to come tonight,” you muster up the courage to say.
“After what I can assume are a lot of dinner parties over the years, this one probably seems a bit dull.”
“No, it’s—“
“Nice?”
You both giggle and exchange a glare that’s filled with yearning. Oh god, the yearning is consuming, devouring from inside out, clawing with unbearable hunger.
“Yeah,” you laugh. “But I’d agree with you in the slightest. It’s just an ordinary dinner party, nothing fancy. And I am all for that. But... I’m glad you’re here tonight.”
Silence. You gulp, afraid to find his eyes this time around.
“I really like—“
No. Stop before you say something you’ll regret and scare him off.
“I really like talking to you,” you smile at him, and you are so relieved to see Steven smile as well. Watching him be so flustered is an absolute delight. “So you’re pretty much the big reason as to why I decided to come tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the other members of the book club, but it’s just—“
“I was looking forward to seeing you tonight too.”
That shuts you up real quick. Your pulse has skyrocketed, and all you can do now is gaze practically shamelessly at this beautiful man, now in front of you. Your knees weaken, your yearning suppresses all other sentiments, and he is all that you can see. All that you want, the sole reason why you can scarcely think straight at the moment.
It’s a primal instinct, to want and to have, and to be had.
The more you look at him, breathless, the more you wonder if he feels like that too. He probably thinks in far more decent terms than you do because you can get a bit too dark on the inside to think straight and decent.
“I really enjoyed getting to know you over these past few weeks, to connect on a human level,” Steven continues. “I mean, who you are. And who you are is… really fucking spectacular.”
You haven’t heard him cuss before and you wouldn't have pegged him as the kind of guy who cusses, but it’s definitely doing something to you. Might be him, might be the wine, or it might be a combination of the both. At this point, it's futile to try to understand.
Tonight is shaping up to be quite the evening after all.
“I’m—not,” you smile flustered. “I try, but sometimes I—I go a little dark.”
“That's alright. Everyone does, don't they?"
You scoff. “How are you so open-minded and okay with the idea that someone is telling you upfront, ‘hey, I’m kind of a mess sometimes’? How are you so—so dreamy?”
Steven laughs, scratching his head, and you realize you might’ve made him a bit uncomfortable with your previous remark. But it’s a genuine question because how is he this dreamy?! Can he actually be the ideal man?
All you know is that Steven makes you feel things you haven’t felt since high school, if maybe ever. You haven’t felt anything this intense in years. It might actually rekindle your hope for the male species.
“I wouldn’t call myself that,” he giggles. “A couple of my former dates might disagree with you. I'm not actually a pro at dating."
“Yeah well, an ex might be bitter enough to think that way. But I do think you’re an amazing guy, and… I’m glad you’re here tonight.”
“I’m glad you’re here tonight.”
Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck. The way he says your name right after that sentence, your full first name, with that British accent sprinkled in, oh my God.
You discover, much to your dismay, that you are feeling things you haven’t felt in years. Carnivorous, urgent, tingling and prickling your skin and you're in imminent danger.
“So did you find what you came in here for?” Steven asks all of a sudden and just like that, when your eyes meet, you're a puddle.
Your heart’s thrumming in your ears, pounding away in your chest; so, so loudly you're afraid it might burst out for him to see it too. You haven’t felt this way in a long time, that much has been established; but this just seems incessant and over the top. You barely know him as a regular person and you just wonder… can you be this insanely attracted to someone you barely know?
“I think I did,” you respond eventually, your voice scratchy against your dry throat, like sand on paper. “Except now I’m debating… um… whether I should or should not have it.”
Steven takes a step closer to you, thus indirectly forcing you to look up at him and you swear you feel your knees buckle under the weight of this solitary glare. Then he clears his throat and stares at you, cheeks flushed and all.
“If you really want it, perhaps it means you should have it,” he says. “There should be no hesitation with the things you want.”
“What if—what if I’m not fit to have it? What if I do something to ruin it? Because this thing, it's—it's beautiful and sweet and kind and a lot of the time I'm not. What if when I inevitably hold it in my hands, I'll stain it?”
This would be a great time to claim this is a metaphor about a book on the shelf, but it isn’t. You know it, Steven knows it. There’s no need to pretend, even if no specific words are given.
“I suppose you have to take a chance and see what happens,” Steven says nearly breathless and to my shock, you see his eyes drop straight to your mouth. “It’s a gamble, as with most things.”
You unconsciously lick your lips and bite on your bottom one, and something changes in his eyes. You swear it fucking does. It can’t be just your imagination, however hormone-soaked it may be right now.
“Take Orpheus and Eurydice for instance,” he continues. “Their love was no gamble, no what if’s. They just knew it from the moment their eyes laid on each other. They knew they had to have each other.”
Okay, so citing one of the most infamous love stories of all time is not helping right now because you're really about to throw caution to the wind and live in the moment, for once in this damned life.
What repercussions would there be, anyway? You simply want to kiss him, that’s all; to kiss him on his cheeks, his nose, his lips, down his neck and down his whole body till he’s writhing beneath you and he’s a pleading, mumbling and sweaty mess. Pleading for the kind of release only you could give to him.
Okay, maybe some repercussions. And this isn’t the time or the place for any of that.
Shit, the image of a sweaty, pleading Steven haunts you now as you're met with his blown-out eyes, somehow still kind.
“That’s… I can’t argue against that,” you smile, way too flustered about the images running through your head. “Thank you for the wise words.”
“I have often been told I am somewhat of a wise man,” Steven jokes.
You chuckle. “You really are though. Um, Steven?”
You're not really sure what happens after you call out his name; all you know is that you pull him in by the wrist, our eyes locked in what seems like a pleading glare, both of us begging the other to move, to do something, anything, and then your body is pressed against the bookshelf, one large hand on the small of your back and the other in your hair, while a sweet mouth is a hot furnace on yours, pressing and touching relentlessly.
And you feel like you're straight up in heaven. You taste, see and feel heaven.
Christ, his lips are so soft, and yet the way he kisses is passionate, tender and ferocious all at once. It’s like he’s trying his hardest to let you know he’s gentle and caring but that he wants this so fucking much and the mixture, the entire idea in and of itself, has you absolutely feral. So much so that you kind of groan into his mouth, and that seems to spur him on. He pushes a bit of himself into you, and you're melting. You're melting and burning up and you never want to be apart from him, from any part of him.
You're left confused when you don’t feel his mouth on yours and oddly disappointed, but then you notice why he stopped. Miranda’s in the doorway, her hand on the knob, chuckling at you.
“My apologies,” she smiles at you. “Didn’t realize I was interrupting.”
“No, we were not—it’s not—“you start, losing the string of your own sentence as you manically lick your lips in what appears to be a feeble attempt at memorizing the taste of Steven's lips.
“If it’s urgent, the bedrooms are all free, and the bathroom’s stocked.”
You feel a rush of embarrassment flood you, and your cheeks are even redder than before.
“We weren’t planning on—on any of that,” Steven mumbles.
Miranda cocks an eyebrow at you, and you both feel like two teenagers being scolded—oddly enough. “Didn’t look like that from here. I was wondering how long it will take you two to finally get your act together. Enjoy the evening!”
With that, she leaves, and you feel even more determined to explain yourself, even if… really, there’s no reason to feel this way. You only shared one kiss, albeit a very heated one. Nothing else happened.
Could it have happened? If Miranda hadn’t walked in… would you have gone all the way?
You know you could have, with the way you felt so devoured and consumed by that kiss and by Steven himself.
Steven clears his throat, scratching the back of his head as he looks at you, his whole face red, just like his lips. Now that you’ve had a taste of his lips, of the way he can be when he wants something—someone—you feel feral, in an absolutely unhinged desire for more.
And it scares you as much as it thrills you.
"I'm really, really sorry," Steven apologizes.
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I feel like I sort of lured you into this… bookish trap.”
And then something hits me. “Actually… no. I’m not sorry,” you correct yourself.
Steven seems surprised, only pleasantly. “I’m not sorry about this. We didn’t do anything bad, right? Unless the kiss was bad, in which case…”
He giggles, and he’s so damn sweet you could eat him up, spread him on a cracker.
Naked.
Okay babe, focus. Stay on topic.
“It was the stellar opposite of that,” Steven smiles reassuringly, though his eyes maintain that look in them that’s rather… feral as well.
“I’m not sorry about the kiss because… truth be told, I’ve been sort of… thinking about this for quite some time.”
“Yeah? Anything else you thought about?”
Oh shit, when he’s intentionally flirty is just so attractive you can barely hold yourself together in one piece.
“A lot of anything else,” you admit and gosh, how is it possible that your cheeks are burning even more?! “But this is a third glass of wine conversation. Or—maybe for another setting.”
Steven smiles, still flustered himself. His cheeks are rosy, slightly reddened, and it paints such a beautiful image. It is now that you realize he truly is beautiful: his chocolate brown eyes, long eyelashes, gorgeous hair, and simply the kind aura about him that makes you want to be around him at all times. He exudes safety and warmth and you have genuinely become frightened by how much you am into him already.
“Maybe that glass of wine isn’t such a good idea in the end,” Steven mutters affected.
“Oh? How come you changed your mind?”
“Full honesty?”
“I usually appreciate it very much.”
He leans back in, his eyes roaming your figure and your spine tickles with electricity. A hot and cold shiver passes through you; you tremble. You actually tremble. Holy shit.
“It’ll have quite an effect on me and I might want to take Miranda’s advice from before. Get on with what we started.”
Nothing but a faint oh leaves your mouth; and that’s barely the word itself, just a gust of wind that resembles the word oh, because your brain cannot compute anything at the moment besides what he just said.
And what he said is… well.
“And that would not be the gentleman-y thing to do,” he carries on, and his face is so flustered and yet riddled with something akin to neediness that your head starts spinning again.
Of course he wants to do gentleman-y things. Of course. How on brand for someone such as Steven Grant.
But oh how much you'd love to tell him—and show him—that he can easily do the opposite of that.
You can’t get the sensation of his lips pressed against yours out of your mind. You can’t get his taste out from your lips or your mind. It’s like he’s infiltrated far below the skin, straight into your bloodstream, swimming in your veins, becoming one with your entire system, and you find yourself absolutely speechless. You have genuinely no idea what to tell him or what to reply to him, so you kind of just stare at him in disbelief whilst also wishing for more, almost begging through that single stare, begging him to do anything remotely close to that kiss. Any touch right now would send you into a pleasurable orbit, even a breath in your direction would set your whole body on fire, and as you're thinking this, you come to realize maybe it isn’t such a good idea.
After all, you're still at the dinner party where loads of other people are and something like this, with someone as special as Steven, requires to be in a very intimate setting.
“Is there ever a time when you don’t think of the gentleman-y thing to do?” you chuckle and immediately face palm yourself mentally. Why would you so shamelessly pose such a flirty question when both your minds are in very fragile states right now?
Good god, get a grip over yourself, woman.
“Right now would be a very solid example,” he replies and you could so easily faint right now knowing that those words actually came out of his mouth. “But we can’t always give into our very first urges, can we? Otherwise it’d be so much chaos in this already chaotic world.”
Your jaw slightly drops as you look at him in awe. “You are... impossibly poetic.”
Steven chuckles, a soulful and hearty sound, and to know you are capable of rising such crystalline sounds from him, from such a beautiful man, it means so much to you.
“I just say what I think, nothing to it,” he keeps laughing.
“You’re really making things difficult right now, you know?”
“How so?”
“Well… let’s just say I have half a mind to surrender to that very first urge regardless of what might happen.”
“Kind of an unreliable narrator that urge, isn’t it? Saying it wants things, and it wants things badly, but rationality knows that if we do give into it, into that lust, we also become unreliable in a way.”
Your jaw drops further, and you shake my head. “Steven, you have got to stop with this, seriously. You’re making things very hard for me right now.”
“Sorry! I'm sorry.”
But he keeps laughing and laughing, even as he allows you to leave the room first and leads you back into the kitchen where we end up having a glass of water and talking about literature for another hour.
And around midnight, you arrive at the startling realization that you might be falling in love already.
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You know how eddie mentioned he’s got Playboys? maybe bookworm!reader does for Eddie what he did for her and figures out his favorite picture and recreates it so they can role play again?
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), semi-public sex, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up folx), use of pet names, daddy kink
WC: 2.1k
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Sitting cross-legged on Eddie’s bed, you should be doing some work for your courses. The Thanksgiving break means that you don’t have classes for the week, but your professors certainly didn’t hold back on their assignments. And you’d had every intention of starting on them, but when you’d dropped your pencil and went searching for it under the bed, you found something a lot more interesting than computing z-scores and making statistical inferences.
That’s how you find yourself flipping through your boyfriend’s stack of Playboy magazines, eyes widening with each page turn. Photo after photo of women scantily clad in lingerie—and sometimes nothing at all—stare back at you.
At first, you don’t notice a pattern among the pictures that Eddie has dog-eared; blondes, brunettes, redheads, curvy, thin, tall, short—they’re all there. No, the models couldn’t be any more different, but they do have something in common. It was almost cliché: your mechanic boyfriend jerking off to women sexily posed next to a car. Of course.
You take note of one particularly well-used page, slightly warped and wavy, stuck to the page in front of it. The Playboy Bunny in the photo is wearing the tiniest denim shorts you’ve ever seen. Her bra barely contains her breasts, and she’s looking into the camera like she’s been caught doing something bad. Her cherry-red lips match the convertible she’s straddling.
So this is what Eddie’s into, you think. The two of you have been exploring different kinks ever since your library escapades, but you hadn’t thought to surprise him at work.
When he gets home an hour later, covered in motor oil with his long curly hair pulled back into a bun at the nap of his neck, you’re trying to figure out how you can pull off your plan.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs, bringing his hands to your cheeks and kissing you tenderly. “Wayne let you in?”
“Mhm,” you nod, holding up your notebook. “Figured I could get some work done before our movie night.”
Eddie grins. “My genius bookworm girlfriend,” he teases, smacking another kiss on your lips. “C’mon, you deserve a break. You can pick the movie tonight. Maybe I’ll even throw in a foot massage.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Either you want sex or you’re feeling guilty about something. Or both,” you add wryly, making him laugh.
“Y’got me,” he mumbles, taking your hands in his and lacing your fingers together. “Tim asked me to close tomorrow, somethin’ about wanting to get a headstart on the Thanksgiving traffic, and I felt weird saying no…being the new guy and all…” He looks up at you sheepishly. “Wanted to spend as much time with you as I can before you go back to school.”
Your heart melts at his admission. “Eds, don’t worry about it,” you reassure him, standing up and looping your arms around his neck. “Gotta make money so we can get our own place next year, yeah?”
That seems to relieve him of any remorse, and he peppers kisses all over your face. But you have an ulterior motive; if he’s closing by himself tomorrow, that’ll give you an opportunity to surprise him.
You spend the next afternoon combing through your closet, tossing aside the fuzzy sweaters that lay on top. Finally, you settle on a cropped white shirt that barely covers your sheer lace bra. Your thong matches your bra, one of the few matching sets you have. The pièce de résistance are your denim cutoffs, shoved to the back of your drawer during the colder months. They’re not as short as the model’s–you don’t own anything like that–but they’re close enough. You slide on your favorite black kitten heels, swipe on some red lipstick, and check yourself out in the mirror; not too bad, if you say so yourself. Hopefully Eddie feels the same way.
At 5:30, you’re throwing on your longest coat and rushing out to your car. The shop closed at five o’clock, and you’ll get there around six, just to ensure that everyone else has left. Are you actually doing this? Are you seriously walking into your boyfriend’s place of work, half-naked, with the intention of re-creating a photo from a nudie mag? What if he laughs, or thinks you look silly? Was this all a mistake?
You swallow your fears as you approach the garage, heels click-clacking along the pavement. You immediately spot Eddie; rather, you spot his legs, since the rest of him is under a black Cadillac. Shedding the coat as inconspicuous as you can, you make your way over to where he’s meticulously working.
“Hey, handsome,” you nudge his foot with your exposed toe. “Got some time for your favorite customer?”
“Baby?” Eddie’s confused voice rings out from under the car. “Did I forget my dinner at home?”
You giggle. “No, but I did bring something I know you’ll want to devour.” You press one palm against the hood of the car. “Care to take a look?”
Intrigued, Eddie slides out. The wrench in his hand drops to the ground with a clang as he takes in the sight before him. “Ho…ly…shit,” he breathes. “You look…you’re…holy shit.” His brain practically short-circuits as he drinks you in, a grin spreading across his face. “Can I touch you?”
“Please.” No sooner does the word leave your lips is he running his calloused hands along your bare torso, leaving black grease stains in his trail. You press up against him, feeling his hard length straining against his coveralls. “Already so worked up?” you lightly tease, grazing his clothed cock with your pointer finger.
He nods, tugging you closer so he can kiss your neck. “Got my hot girlfriend showing up at my job, dressed like—”
“Your favorite Playboy Bunny?” you interrupt, watching his cheeks flush pink. “Relax, Eds. You found out my kinks from Fast Ride; it’s only fair that I find out yours from your, um, reading material.” One of his curls has come loose from the hair tie, and you wrap it around your finger. “Now, what did you always dream about doing to her?”
“Not her,” he shakes his head, voice so low it’s almost a growl. “You. Always pictured you.” He looks around for a remote to close the garage door. “Get on the hood,” he murmurs, grabbing a rag and wiping the grease off of his hands. His eyes never leave you as you sit on top of the car, feet resting on the front bumper. He leans over you, resting his hands on either side of your body. He kisses you hungrily, fingers flying over you like he can’t determine where to touch first. “Fuck, I gotta taste you,” he mumbles into your lips, fumbling with the button on your shorts. “Bet you taste so damn good. My pretty girl, so sweet f’me.” He brings your legs to his shoulders, taking in the most beautiful view he’s ever seen.
Eddie crouches between your thighs, pressing kisses against your lace-covered cunt. “You’re dripping wet, baby,” he moans. “Bet you don’t even need me to touch you.”
“No, I do. I n-need you,” you whimper. You hear him groan, growing even harder as you beg for him. The cool air hits your bare sex as he tears off your panties, diving in to eat you out. You feel his tongue lick a stripe up your folds, and you squirm at the sensation.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts, not moving from his position, “be a good girl an’ stay right there.”
“What if I wanna be bad?” you coo, and you hear him groan as his fingertips dig harder into the plush of your thighs. “Good girls don’t walk around wearing next to nothing at their boyfriend’s job; not when anyone could walk in and see them.”
Eddie’s only response is to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly. One thick finger makes small circles around your weeping hole before he pushes it in. He curls it slightly, grazing your sweet spot with each little thrust. A mix of his spit and your slick drips down the curve of your ass, and he laps it up like he just can’t get enough.
“Daddy, please,” you cry out, using his favorite nickname as you lace your fingers through his hair, “‘m gonna come. Don’t stop.” He hums his approval, sending that final buzzing sensation through your core and bringing you to your orgasm. “Fuck, I’m coming. Yes, yes, fuck yes!”
Eddie grins as your legs tremble around his head, and he knows he’s done something very right. He gently lowers them back down and helps you sit up, shucking off his coveralls and his boxers in one go. His cock springs to attention, and you start salivating at the way his pre-cum pearls at the tip. You guide him to the passenger side door and press him up against it, kissing down his neck and wrapping a hand around his girth. “Y’like that, Daddy?” you coo, giggling as Eddie lets out a pathetic uh-huh.
You get down on your knees, ignoring the cold asphalt underneath you. One hand cupping his balls and the other pumping the base of his shaft, you bring your lips to his tip and swirl your tongue around the circumference. You work your way down to the thatch of curls, trying to match the rhythm he’s setting as he moves his hips into it.
“Look up at me, sweetheart,” Eddie croons. “Want to see those beautiful eyes while I fuck your face, yeah?”
You do as you’re told, though your vision is hazy as his thrusts test your gag reflex. His fists clench and you feel him twitch inside your mouth, and he reluctantly pulls back. Your lips pop as the tip passes them, and you pout. “Not good enough for you, Daddy?”
Eddie shakes his head and gives a terse chuckle. “Too good, princess,” he grunts. “Need to be inside that tight little pussy before I blow my load.” He reaches down to help you up, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourselves on the other’s lips, and it takes all of your willpower to break away.
“Bend over,” Eddie orders, and you lean your elbows on the hood of the car. He positions himself behind you, smacking your ass with his hard cock before dragging it through your slick folds. “Oh, baby,” he sighs, pushing himself into you, “y’always take me so good. My sexy little vixen.”
You whine as he grabs onto your hips, starting off slow and quickly picking up his pace. He nearly pulls all the way out before slamming back in, making you scream out his name. “Thas’ right, tell everyone who’s fucking you like this.” You feel one hand leave your waist, and you know exactly what’s about to happen.
“Y’know,” Eddie begins. He brings his palm to the fat of your ass and spanks it, “when we first met, I thought you were this goody two-shoes.” Another smack to your ass as he fucks you. “And then I found that book in your locker, and we–smack–fucked in the library. Knew you were dirty then, but goddamn.” He breathes out, trying to adjust his grip. “You’re so…fucking…perfect…” He rolls his hips, eyes rolling back with pleasure.
“Faster, Daddy; ‘m so close,” you mewl, and he speeds up. He’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His tip hits that blissful spongy part, and you unravel with crying chants of his name.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer.” Eddie pulls out at the last possible moment, spilling onto your ass with a breathy groan. He brings his free hand to the hood of the car, and you look up to see him grinning widely. “That was…wow. If I didn’t already know you were my dream girl…” He keeps staring at you, as though he can’t believe you’re real.
“Um, babe?” you start, “could you clean me up?”
“Wha–oh, yeah, sorry. Just…fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” He scrounges around the garage for a clean rag, snapping one up and wiping his cum off of you. “This is much better than coming on a magazine,” he teases, and you swat at him playfully before pulling on just your shorts, since your panties were destroyed by Eddie’s impatience.
You wrap your arms around his lithe waist once he’s back in his coveralls. “So, that was your favorite magazine. Am I going to find any favorite videos hiding under your bed next?” You giggle as he tickles you and kisses your neck.
“Nah,” he says, laughing. “But, y’know…we could make one.”
#requests#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie x you#eddie x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson x bookworm!reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things fanfic#fanfic#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things
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New Beginnings
Summary: Y/N transfers to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny and finds herself intrigued by the quiet, sandy haired boy Remus Lupin.
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, reader not in a specific house
Word Count: 1.4 K
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
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You wake up in your bed to the sun shining and the birds chirping through your opened windows. You arrived late last night to Hogwarts and slept in a little later than you had liked; It was nearly lunch time. Classes are starting tomorrow, so you are planning to explore the castle a little before then to get used to your new surroundings. Transferring schools in your 5th year was difficult, so you were hoping to make the adjustment as easy as possible for yourself.
Since there are no classes today, you’re free to dress however you like. You opt for a pair of light blue jeans, black converse, and a blue sweater with some vertical stripes over your chest. You sit at your desk and do your usual makeup and hair routines before unpacking the rest of your things. First you unpack your records and record player. You put on your favorite album - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars by David Bowie - while you finish unpacking. You got lucky and your dorm has a big bay window with a built-in seat with cushions and large bookshelves built into the wall around it, which is great for you due to your love of reading and insane collection of books. Your bed is in the middle of the room with a huge bed frame and blue curtains draping from the top. After you are all unpacked, you decide to make your way down to the Great Hall for lunch.
You only have to stop and ask 6 kids along the way if you were going in the right direction. The ever-changing staircases made for a confusing walk there. But finally, you make it down the last set of steps and can see the Great Hall in the near distance. You’re about to turn into the hall when you stop in your tracks as you hear a great boom in the hall followed by smoke and yelling. You see a guy with long jet-black hair run past you first with a glasses wearing brunette on his trail, followed by a shorter boy with blonde hair.
“Come on, Moony, we’re gonna get caught!” you hear the first boy yell. You’re about to turn around to walk into the Hall and see what’s going on but before you could do so, you hear an “oh, shit” and as you turn fully around, are knocked to the floor by someone running full speed out of the hall. You hit the ground and lock eyes with a sandy haired boy who's laying fully on top of you. You’re staring at each other for a solid five seconds before the blonde boy yells at him.
“Moony, hurry up! Snape’s coming!”
Moony, who you gather to be the boy currently laying on you, quickly helps you up, mutters a quick “sorry” and runs up the stairs to follow the other three boys. You can hear them muttering and making fun of him for falling onto you as they’re running away, and you see “Moony” trip again before all four boys disappear up the steps. Just as they disappear, a raven-haired boy with smoke and powder all over him storms out of the hall and up the steps. You make out that he must be Snape and that the explosion was definitely caused by those boys.
You finally gather yourself and you see three girls standing by the doorway who must’ve watched everything go down.
“Quite a tumble you took there. That’s Moony, he’s a klutz,” says a girl with dark, curly hair and a darker complexion, “My name’s Mary. Are you new here?”
“Yeah, my name’s Y/N, I just got here last night.
“Ahhh you’re American! I’m Marlene,” the second girl speaks up. She has blonde hair and a really cool vibe to her.
“You can come eat with us, if you’d like. I’m Lily, by the way,” says the final red headed girl.
The four of you walk into the hall and you cannot contain your amazement at what you’re met with. The ceiling is the highest ceiling you’ve ever seen, and it’s enchanted to look like the sky. Unlike your old school, which had tables divided by the houses, this hall had numerous smaller rectangular tables so that you could sit with whomever you liked. The four of you grab a table and start eating your meal.
“Those boys are the biggest troublemakers in the school,” Mary says, “Always pulling pranks.”
“Yeah, we still love them though,” Lily replies.
“You more than others,” Marlene says to her as she nudges and winks at her.
Lily blushes in response, “James, the one wearing glasses, yeah, he’s my boyfriend. A real sweetheart. Unless you’re Severus, of course.”
“I take it that’s the boy that had all the smoke on him?”
“Yep, you’d be correct. The boys tend to overreact, but he really isn't a nice person. Steer clear of him,” Mary says.
“Noted. So, that guy, Moony, what’s up with him?”
“Ooooo, Y/N’s got a crush already?” Marlene snickers towards you, making you blush.
“Not a crush, but from our five second interaction, I think he’s pretty cute.”
“You should go for it,” Marlene says, “In all our years at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to girls that weren’t us for more than a minute. I’d say you have high odds.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. I’m too shy,” you contest.
“Well, that’s perfect! He’s pretty shy himself. What do you do in your free time?” Lily asks.
You list some of your hobbies for the girls, including reading, writing, and music.
“Well, aren’t you the perfect girl for him. He loves all those things. Tell me you like Bowie,” Mary says. You say nothing in response, shocked that they can read you so well, which causes the girls to yell. “You ARE the perfect girl for him. Come we’ll show you around the castle and then we’re sending you off to him.”
Before you can fight them on this, they’re pulling you around the castle showing you every nook and cranny. You’re grateful for this; You wouldn’t have been able to find your way around otherwise. They show you all the classrooms, take you on a tour of the grounds outside, up all the towers, and finally, you end the tour at the library.
“This is the library,” Lily says, “Since you like to read, I’m sure you’ll spend so much time here. Lucky for you, this is Moony’s favorite place! And if my calculations are correct, he should be in there right now. C’mon, let’s go find him!”
Lily is dragging you inside, and she’s a lot stronger than she looks. They drag you to the far back corner of the library in a hidden nook, revealing the sandy haired boy from before sitting on a couch, nose deep in a book. He doesn’t hear you guys approaching at first and once you guys are a few feet away from him, he pulls his head out of his book and looks up. He immediately locks eyes with you, causing both of you to blush.
“Gotta go, bye!” Marlene says as she pulls Lily and Mary away from you, leaving you alone with the boy. The two of you still staring at each other, not knowing what to say.
“Hi,” you say breathlessly.
“Hi,” he says back.
#harry potter#hogwarts#marauders#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#marauders aesthetic#marauders fanfiction#the marauders#marauders era#remus lupin oneshot#remus lupin imagine#remus lupin fanfic#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin insert reader#remus lupin one shot#remus lupin scenario#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#remus lupin#remus lupin x y/n#remus lupin x fem!reader
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When you’re close up, give me the shivers
a moodboard by cable-knit-sweater
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Rating: T
Wordcount: 1.4k
Tags: au - model/photographer, au - modern, photographer Steve Rogers, model Bucky Barnes, age difference, slutty Bucky, flustered Steve
Written for: @stuckybingo | card: R4005 | Square: N5 - AU: Model/Photographer
A.N: This was gonna be a different fic. Then it was going to be a short blurb. Then it turned into a ficlet. I blame @late-to-the-party-81 😂💖
Summary:
Steve’s been a professional photographer for over a decade. His work has been featured in countless magazines, on billboards, in fashion articles and photography books. He’s shot some of the most beautiful, most interesting, most powerful people in the world. He’s won numerous awards, is sought after by so many for his work. It means his schedule is fully booked, like, always. It also means he earns enough money to afford a gorgeous loft apartment that can easily double as a studio when he wants to.
Steve’s mostly unfazed by the supposed glamor of his job or the world he inhabits. He can see how some of the models he’s photographed represent some sort of beauty ideal, even if he doesn’t necessarily always agree. He’s not actually always a fan of the circles he works in — because of the beauty ideals, but also because there’s some sort of toxicity in it sometimes, one he tries to avoid. It’s made him somewhat of a recluse, at times, which in turn has caused people to speculate a lot about him — and his personal life.
For some reason, there’s this assumption that he probably has hooked up with some of his models. Sure, he’s found some of his models attractive, but he’s never pursued anything. He’s aware of how he himself looks and he’s had models make a pass at him, or ask him to go out on a date after they finished shooting, but he’s always declined. Steve doesn’t mix business with pleasure. He’s seen how that goes. It’s a rule he put in place for himself long ago and it’s worked out fine.
He’s going to have to break that rule.
When the model he was supposed to shoot doesn’t show up…he’s annoyed, to put it mildly. It’s happened before. Most models are - even if they’re demanding sometimes - conscientious of his time. He doesn’t want to sound like an asshole, but standing him up like this is rude, and his time is valuable.
He calls the agency — and they apologize, telling him the model will be there in 15 minutes, almost half an hour after they should have started. Steve sighs. He can make it work, but they’ll lose some of the light. He’s frustrated for sure, but all he can do is wait.
When the model does show up… At first Steve is grateful for being patient for once, because the model is gorgeous. Then he curses everything in existence including himself because the model is gorgeous, and he’s not sure he’s going to be able to keep it together.
It’s not even the soft looking - albeit slightly messy - curly brown hair, or the gorgeous grey-blue of his eyes, or the dimple in his chin. It’s red bitten lips, the look in his half-lidded eyes that makes him look like pure sex, a jawline that could cut glass. He’s wearing a leather jacket over a black t-shirt, impossibly tight black jeans. Steve forgets to breathe for a moment, looking at the guy a little dumbly.
Those red lips curl into a slightly wicked smirk, like the guy knows exactly what kind of effect he has on people. On Steve.
“Sorry I’m late,” the guy says, looking up at Steve from below his eyelashes, with big blue eyes that have Steve entranced. “My cat locked me out of my apartment.”
It’s the dumbest reason, the dumbest lie, Steve has ever heard. No one in their right mind would believe that. “Th-that’s okay, no worries at all!” he stammers out. “It happens?”
What the fuck. Who is he?
The guy giggles a little. It’s a great sound. Steve wants to roll around in it.
“I’m Bucky,” he says, “it’s an honor to get to work with you.”
“I-uhm, I’m- me too, I mean, I’m Steve.”
Steve needs to get himself together. Not in the least because Bucky bites his lower lip to stop from laughing, undoubtedly about how much of an idiot Steve is. It’s the worst thing he’s ever seen. He wants to pull that lip from between Bucky’s teeth. With his own.
But Steve’s a professional.
So much of a professional he’s completely forgotten what the assignment for this shoot is by the time Bucky has gotten ready.
This isn’t showing off clothes, or a formal portrait. Bucky is an actor – Steve will need to look up his work after this – and this shoot is for some sort of magazine article. They want Bucky to capitalize on the image he’s made for himself through some of the TV shows he’s been in and…
Steve remembers laughing when he’d first seen the note. “Ideally, a sorta messy twink look,” it actually says. That’s…that’s the idea they’re supposed to be going for here. He’s definitely not laughing anymore. He also definitely needs to watch more TV.
It doesn’t start off too smoothly. At first, Steve is too tense to actually focus on Bucky enough for the photos to come out well. Then later, when Bucky “has an idea” – which apparently involves taking off everything but his jeans – it doesn’t go so smoothly because Steve’s heart goes into overdrive and his skin feels completely on fire.
He doesn’t usually get this flustered. But everything about Bucky just seems to make him lose a little bit of higher brain function.
The way the dog tags he’s wearing nestle between sparse chest hair covering toned pecs.
The way his hair gets even messier the more he runs long, elegant fingers through it.
The way he continues to bite his lips until they look positively indecent.
The way he touches Steve’s arms, telling him to relax, making Steve shiver instead.
The way he looks at Steve with a gaze so heated that it feels like it burns into Steve’s skin.
The way he says “where do you want me, Steve?” in a voice laced with so much innuendo…
Steve is only so strong. He’s barely hanging on.
They do a couple of shots near the window, while there’s still enough light. The camera loves Bucky and it should be easy, but it really isn’t, given all the distractions.
They do a couple of shots with Bucky laying on Steve’s bed – Bucky’s idea, again. It almost makes Steve’s heart give out, makes his fingers itch to touch. He wants to scream. He’s a professional.
Bucky keeps making it worse with the looks he gives the camera - he gives Steve. He’s being a tease, Steve’s pretty sure of that by now, but he decides to stick to his rule. He’s never broken it before. He’s not gonna break it now, as much as he almost aches to give in.
It’s not until they do some shots in the bathroom, that Steve’s resolve crumbles. Bucky has put on his tank top again. With the water pouring down on him, the fabric clings to his body. But it’s the way he looks up from underneath his wet lashes, with his mouth half open and his lips so red, looking like, like…
Bucky knows exactly what he looks like and he knows Steve knows it too.
Then Bucky says, a smirk on his face, eyes knowing: “You wanna join me? Maybe a cold shower would be nice?”
And Steve gives in. He cannot take it anymore. Bucky has completely broken him down.
He puts down his camera as calmly as possible – when he’s feeling so far from fucking calm – then breathes in, gives Bucky one more look, then takes a couple of quick steps towards him, crowding Bucky against the shower wall and pushing up against him. He barely spares a moment to look into Bucky’s eyes, to see if this is what he wants – whether he wasn’t just trying to rile Steve up without wanting to follow through on anything – before claiming his mouth with his own.
Bucky kisses back eagerly, pressing up against Steve even more. Steve can’t bring himself to care about completely ruining his clothes. He finally gets to take Bucky’s lower lip between his teeth. He pulls on it a little in admonishment, growling: “Wanted to do that all fucking day.”
“Thought I was gonna have to spell it out for you,” Bucky chuckles a little breathily, “F-u-c-k m-“
Steve cuts him off by claiming his mouth again in a heated kiss, hands traveling down to unbutton Bucky’s jeans.
Bucky ends up on his knees in the shower. His lips end up an even more indecent shade of red.
And Steve ends up breaking his rule. Maybe some other things in his apartment too, in their rush to get to Steve’s bedroom later on. Who knows.
So what. Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken.
Faced with Bucky Barnes, Steve really never had any other choice.
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can i request the morales family with a toddler reader who has a bad habit of running off or disappearing, and also do you think aaron would have those baby leash things? its like a backpack with a stretchy thing attached to keep the child from running off?
You developed the habit of going on walk about at 6, the first time it happened you two where going clothes shopping, when he turned around with a pile of things for you to try on, you were gone.
you were gone
YOU WERE GONE
Holding a hand full of clothing he began to walk up and down every isle yelling for you, drawing the attention of the shop employees and sourouding shoppers. One lady approched him with a name tag, Sammy.
Sammy: "Excuse me Sir, is everything okay?"
Now, Aaron wasn't stupid, he knew if he a single Dad expressed that he had lost his daughter, they would under mine him as a parent, maybe even get child services involved, but he had now checked every single isle and you were no where.
Had someone taken you?
Where you lost?
Aaron: "No, no I've lost track of my daughter"
Sammy: "Okay, well what dose she look like? I'll send out a call for her"
Aaron: "Uh, well she's 6, but looks a bit older, a bit chubby, long black curly hair, uh wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"
Sammy: "And her name?"
Aaron: "Y/n"
Sammy: "okay" She leant into a tiny speaker on her tshirt.
Sammy: "Were looking for a missing 6 year old, wearing a purple sweater and black joggers"
Aaron was still looking over the isles while standing in front of Sammy, scanning again and again over the shop just to catch a glimpse.
Sammy: "We can take you to the front of the shop to do a call out if you like?"
Aaron: "Yeah Yeah" He wasn't really listning, just still looking over the store, Sammy began to lead him to the front of the shop where there was a small desk and a mic.
Sammy: "Once I press this button, anything you say will be blasted around the store, okay?"
Aaron: "Okay"
Sammy pressed the red button, and Aaron leaned over to the mic.
Aaron: " Y/n, Its me Papa, If your here I really need to come to the front of shop, where the plastic models are, okay? I'm not mad, just please come"
His voice echoed in the store, while across the area shoppers and employees where looking for you, and after about twenty minutes Aaron kept just pacing again and again at the front of the shop, until another shopper came to talk to them. "excuse me, but there's a little girl who's locked herself in a changing room and is refusing to come out"
And so Sammy escorted Aaron into the girls changing room, ignoring the strage look from other Mom's and young girls, and he understood why, he a grown man was standing in the Womens section of the changing rooms and trying to get a small girl out from one of the rooms. Aaron knocked on the door.
Aaron: "Baby Its me, can you please open the door?"
Y/n: "No."
Aaron: "Why not?"
Y/n: "Beacuse I like this dress"
Aaron: "Okay?"
Y/n: "And I know you won't let me buy it"
Aaron: "And why's that?"
Y/n: "Because Its $74 dollars"
Aaron: "Baby, that's way to much for just one dress"
Y/n: "NO! I Love this dress and I'm not leaving until you buy it"
Aaron: "Y/n...Open this damm door"
Y/n: "No"
Aaron: "Open the door"
Y/n: "NO"
Aaron began to giggle the door knob to no avail.
Aaron leaned over to Sammy.
Aaron: "Do you have a master key or something?"
Sammy: "Yeah, Ive sent someone after it"
He groaned as he giggled the door again.
Aaron: "Open this door right now Y/n or I'll give away ALL YOUR DOLLS"
Y/n: "NO!" You screamed back.
Aaron began to bang on the door with a closed fist again and again.
Aaron: "I will Y/n Don't play with me!"
Eventually after about a half hour of yelling back and fourth, finally another employee came with the master key, Aaron backed away from the door and watched as Sammy opened the door, you rushed out the room full speed, Aaron tried to catch you in that yellow dress but you slinked past him, sprinting down the hallway and towards the exit, it took Aaron to fully tackle you to the ground to stop you from running past the detectors.
It was due to this incident that you were forced to wear a child leash, or course miles gave you flac, while he was able to walk freely where ever he liked, while you were a dog.
Whenever you would make a run for it, your Dad would haul you back so quickly your whole body would jolt forward, but you found a way around it...The Micheal Jackson Lean...
You would lean so much forward that if it weren't for the leash you would fall forward, and if Aaron moved towards you, you would fall on your face, now of course Miles also found this funny, Aaron was paranoid that people would take this as abuse, get child services involved. But eventually, after about a year you finally stopped trying to run off, and you were free from the child leash.
#rio morales x reader#uncle aaron#dad aaron davis#aaron davis#aaron davis x reader#yandere jeff morales#yandere rio morales#yandere miles morales#yandere morales family#morales family
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OLD MEN YAOI !! (feat. Minnie Is Also There)
[Image IDs under cut!]
[Image 1 ID: A black-and-white digital drawing of Puzz's OCs, Buck and Davey. Buck is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested build, square head, large nose, balding hairstyle with one tuft of hair on top of his head, and a large bushy mustache. Davey is a middle-aged black man with a lanky build, amputated right arm, diagonal scar across his face, thin mustache, large round ears, large eyes with long lower eyelashes, large eyebrows, and long curly hair. Buck is wearing a t-shirt, simple long pants and no shoes, while Davey wears a loose tank top, sports shorts and no shoes, with his hair loose. Davey is sitting at Buck's left with his legs thrown over his lap, arm around his chest and shoulders, head leaning against Buck's. Buck has his left arm around Davey's torso and his right resting lazily on Davey's leg. They are both looking at each other with lovestruck expressions. End ID.]
[Image 2 ID: A black-and-white digital drawing of Puzz's OC Davey, drawn from the neck up. His hair is down and he is beaming with a closed-eye, open-mouthed grin. His front teeth have a very slight gap. There are wiggly lines emanating from him as if he was glowing with delight. End ID.]
[Image 3 ID: A black-and-white digital drawing of Puzz's OCs, Buck and Davey, drawn from roughly the bust up. Davey is wearing a loose tank top and has his hair in a ponytail, while Buck wears a t-shirt with cuffed sleeves. Davey is standing behind Buck with his arm around him, leaning down to give him a kiss on the cheek. Buck is leaning back into the kiss and is holding Davey's hand with his right hand. End ID.]
[Image 4 ID: A black-and-white digital drawing of Puzz's OCs, Buck and Davey. Both are in sleepwear, with Davey wearing a quilted sleep mask, silk bonnet, and boxers, while Buck wears a cropped t-shirt and long flannel pants cuffed at the ankles. Davey is sprawled out on his back, arm off to the side, drooling slightly. Buck clings to him like a koala, head resting on his chest and legs tangled up with Davey's. End ID.]
[Image 5 ID: A black-and-white digital drawing of Puzz's OCs, Buck and Davey. Davey is standing to the right of and slightly behind Buck, leaning on his shoulder and looking down at him with his tongue sticking out cheekily. Buck is looking back at him with one hand on his hip. They are wearing paired t-shirts based on this post; Davey's reads "I'm the dog they put with cheetahs to keep them from going crazy in captivity", while Buck's reads "I'm the cheetah that is threatening to go crazy". End ID.]
[Image 6 ID: A black-and-white single-panel comic of Puzz's OCs, Buck, Davey and Minnie. Minnie is a stout 13-year-old white girl with a square head, freckles, buck teeth, and hair in long braided pigtails with short bangs to one side. She is wearing a school uniform-type outfit with a pleated skirt, blouse, and knee-high socks, but is not wearing shoes with it; she also has a sweater tied around her shoulders. Davey is wearing a loose tank top and sports shorts, with his hair loose, while Buck wears a turtleneck. Davey is asleep on the couch flat on his back, head tipped back, arm dangling off the side with a TV remote loosely in his hand. There is a blanket underneath him and one pillow squashed into the couch beside him, while another has fallen to the ground. Minnie sits perched on the back of the couch, looking down at him with mild disdain, saying, "bet together we could shove him off." Buck, standing behind the couch and leaning on the back, one elbow propped up so he can rest his head in his hand, looks down disinterestedly and replies, "yeah, I'm not doing that." End ID.]
#anonymous puzzler art#anonymous puzzler originals#whether you like it or not. i love my special guys &drawing them is fun.#tw bare chest#Villain Coded comic
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So I've done a few "Whiskey Old Fashioned Sour" doodles a few times (will do more in future moat likely because this au lives in my head rent free) and it's a fun Malevolent AU by @bluejayblueskies Featuring some John chibis, and Arthur in an aro sweater, and them on a date from the fic 🥰
IDs under cut
[ID: The first image is a chibi drawing of John Doe. John Doe is depicted with olive skin with some acne scars, dark black hair pulled into a bun, decorated with various tattoos and piercings, and has bright blue eyes. He has a serious look despite being relaxed, his head tilted to the side. John holds a mixer in his right hand and a bottle of alcohol in the left. He has a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and shoes, and he has an apron on with a "Frost" logo on for his bar.
The second drawing is of Arthur Lester from "Whiskey Old Fashioned Sour". Arthur has light skin with tons of freckles, soft brown eyes, curly red hair that is streaked with grays, and angular features. He also wears black framed glasses and a black turtleneck sweater with jeans, the pattern and colors on the sweater an abstract aro flag. He stands in front of a creme mottled background, one hand in his pocket and the other on his shoulder in a mostly relaxed gesture.
The third image is a colored chibi drawing of Arthur and John from Whiskey. They're visiting the bourbon festival in chapter 6 og Whiskey. Arthur is a light skinned man with lots of freckles and dark red curly hair. He has glasses and brown eyes, and is wearing a dark green shirt with a bag slung over his shoulder. He is holding a notepad and pointing at it. John stands next to him with an uncomfortable look of embarrassment on his face. He has long black hair pulled into a bun, blue eyes, acne scars, an arrangement of tattoos and piercings, and is blushing profusely. John is wearing a blue tank top with a jean jacket slung over his right arm. The artist logo is next to Johns arm in the corner. /END ID]
#malevolent#malevolent podcast#john doe malevolent#arthur lester#whiskey old fashioned sour#fanart#shadowhaven#shadow0haven#aromantic
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have finally unearthed the web!martin au content, my god........this is the page of not-memes, some of them are very old and some are new lmao - i do have a semi-serious au in my head -- details of au under the cut after ID (it's a little long lol)
[Start ID: Multiple comics of Jon and Martin from the Magnus Archives where Martin is an avatar of the Web. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark curly hair and a beard. Martin is a fat mixed Polish/Korean man with glasses and a beauty mark under his lip, he has shoulder length dark hair with a streak of white in his bangs.
1st comic: Martin is looking down at a pack of cigarettes in his hand and has a cigarette hanging in his mouth. He is wearing a cardigan with a simple shirt underneath. Jon looks at him with a captured expression, a light blush on his cheeks, and holds his spider web detailed lighter out. He asks, "E-er, do you n-need a light?" Jon's hair is slicked back and he is wearing a business shirt. Martin has the now smoking cigarette pointed down to Jon's lighter and is looking up with a coy expression, saying "Hehe, do you like spiders or something?"
2nd comic: Martin is looking to the side with a blush across his face, saying "U-um". A spiderweb behind him is shaped in a heart and there are multiple hearts floating around him. He is wearing a simple sweater with a jacket that has pockets in the front. Next, it shows a spiderweb with "Jon" spelt out in it with a huge heart below the name. Next, Martin is blushing intensely with wide eyes, eight of them on his face, and his mouth is hanging open with two fangs. He is holding his hands stretched out, each end pointed into a claw. Blink is written next to him. Next, a simplified Martin is swatting at the spiderweb, screaming "Aaaargh!". A couple spiders are flying off.
3rd comic: Jon is crawling on the floor through a doorway, a rug with a spiderweb pattern outside the doorway. He is shouting, "I'm going to the Institute even if I have to crawl my way there, Martin!!". His hair is short and he's does not have a beard, he is wearing a business shirt and green tie. Next, a pair of claws grip Jon's waist and he grabs onto the rug for leverage. A simplified angry web!Martin shouts back, "Oh no, you are not going back to that hellscape prison calling itself an academic institute!". Jon grits his teeth and yells, "No, no! You can't stop me-". Next, several spider legs hover over Jon in the doorway. Martin says, "Oh? Is that what you think?". Jon gulps. Next, Jon is being pulled back by the spider legs and screams, taking the rug with him.
4th comic: Jon and Martin are kissing, there are multiple hearts around their heads. Martin says, "Have a nice day, love" and Jon responds, "You as well". Next, Jon and Martin part with surprised expressions and there is a black widow spider hanging on a thread between their lips. Martin says, "Oh!". Next, Jon is trembling with a wobbly grimace, his eye is stylized black with tear shines in it, and a stream of tears is coming from his eye. He is gripping Martin's sweater ferociously. Martin has eight eyes now and looks at him flustered, his mouth has fangs. He yells, "AH!! J-Jon I'm so sorry!!". The spider hanging between them begins to spin down a web thread.
End ID.]
basically, the Web wants to bind all 14 Fears to the tapes in order to place them under its control, without anyone's knowledge such a thing is occurring. they could pit the Fears against each other when necessary, control their actions from the shadows, etc. However, the Web understands that a successful ritual would mean the demise of all the Fears through the End. Jonah Magnus understands that a successful ritual would mean the same, but does not care about the ramifications. this, the Web cannot allow to happen. So once all the Fears are bound, the Magnus Institute will burn in order to ensure no one else can gain control of the Fears. Except for the Archive itself -- the Archivist.
like in canon, jon is marked when he's young so that it will keep his interest in the paranormal enough to get a job at the Magnus Institute. he becomes the Web's 'person on the inside' but jon of course has no idea that's what's happening. the Web wants an avatar to become marked by the Beholding enough to be useful but not so much that they become corrupted or Jonah Magnus can use them as a tool for his own plan. the end goal is for him to become the walking, marked Archive that will abide by the Web's will.
but as jon continues at the Institute, the Web finds that he's becoming embroiled and marked faster than they would like and not in the way that would preserve their 29 year old 'secret weapon', both in his mortality and his corruption.
in comes martin. he became a web avatar after his mother died, the Web having taken interest in the way he could subtly manipulate and lie to others in order to make ends meet. he's genuinely nice and is good at manipulation, but does so as a means to help others do what he thinks is best for them rather than to hurt them. it's important to me that a web!martin does not enjoy hurting others. his most powerful weapons are gentle hands and a patient, nurturing voice. things that guide others into doing what he wants them to, under the impression that it was their own idea in the first place. (but also it's martin. he could body someone if need be. most of the time though, he's passive like in canon. the Web loves a sneaky bitch)
he's perfect for jon. in his paranoid state, what jon needs is someone unassuming, someone who'll slow him down, gives him a sweet smile, a friendly face to rely on -- and later, someone who, unfortunately, can relate very well to the 'i didn't want to become an avatar, i hate being a monster' situation
so martin comes to jon to give a statement. he gives the same statement to jon about jane prentiss as he did in canon, except this time he's lying. jon, having already suffered the jane prentiss attack, feels intense sympathy for him (played like how he acted with Helen after the Distortion statement). they get to talking and slowly become friends. the plan is for martin to crawl his way into jon's heart, get him to care about him, value his opinion, place his utmost trust in him -- until he'll do anything martin says.
and by anything he says, it means: don't fucking die by shoving tape recorders in powerful avatars faces. and also maybe pretty please burn down the Magnus Institute.
martin masquerades the Web's plan as genuine care for jon's wellbeing. "you work too hard, why don't you take a break? christ, the Magnus Institute really creeps me out, why don't we go to a nice cafe instead? if youre feeling bad, call in sick to work and lets go have a nice day out!"
martin starts to find his 'fake' feelings for jon aren't so fake anymore. was it necessary to the plan that him and jon eventually start dating? no. but he didn't exactly deter it from happening because oh my god surprise! jon is super cute and charming and harbors a mutual endearment for him, and its making him forget himself at times (and a certain annabelle cane is noticing). he finds himself falling for him, and the act he was putting on is soon becoming the real, instinctive way he wants to care and to love jon.
then jon finds out he's a web avatar. and all hell breaks loose.
martin feels like an idiot, thinking he could forever be a sense of normalcy for jon -- but the fact remains that he is the monster of jon's nightmares, and jon is already on his path to becoming a monster as well. he still has a mission though: protect jon from harm, make sure he doesn't get corrupted. the only problem now is that jon wants to kill him dead with a shoe and spray him with Raid if he so much as gets within a mile radius of him.
complicated hilarity ensues.
martin tries to sort of distance his lingering feelings by acting coy and aloof. he begins only speaking to jon by calling him on the phone and referring to him as "the archivist". but the act is.....well, jon tells him point blank it's not very convincing. martin will slip up and call him jon whenever he does something cute. they both still have each other's numbers. they both know these little personal facts about each other. jon remembers to tell martin happy birthday over the phone one day and martin nearly cries right then and there. martin can't help but remember the times he felt so safe in jon's arms, and jon the same. they both are too stubborn to say they miss each other, but god do they.
as jon learns more and more about the Fears and his descent into the Beholding becomes impossible to undo, he finds the only person he trusts to turn to is martin. martin who, despite initially lying to him, has protected him from certain death, always lent his shoulder to either lean or cry on, and has been the one person he feels truly understands him. jon finds that, as much as he hates to admit it, the feelings he held for martin may not be as fabricated as the man himself. and the martin who's a web avatar isn't very different from the martin he fell for. in that, he also feels a sense of pity, realizing that martin is just as human and helpless to the Fears as he is, stuck in the web right next to him (think Oliver Banks level solidarity). martin didn't choose to be a part of the Web, the Web robbed him of choice entirely.
eventually they bond over their shared tragedy, reconcile their differences and work in tandem, steadily repairing the repertoire they had prior. it's an unlikely pair for sure. the Web, who deals in secrets and subtlety, and the Eye, hungry to see and know all. martin does not want to be known, but when jon looks into his eyes, a smaller part of him wants to bare his soul for him and only him to see. jon does not like secrets, but loves a mystery, and finds unraveling the threads of martin blackwood to be quite compelling.
the au ends bittersweetly. my idea of a big ending scene is when martin and jon go to burn down the Institute, jonah magnus makes a last ditch attempt to perform the ritual, compelling jon to begin the incantation. martin and jon manage to kill Magnus before the ritual is completed, and they stand outside on the dark night street, hand in hand, watching the Institute burn.
jon is still the Archive, though he and the tapes are under the control of the Web now. he's free from the Magnus Institute, but certainly not the Beholding. Monsters will still come, him and Martin will still need to feed their gods, they will never have their original lives back. eventually the Web will grow bored of gorging itself on the bound Entities, and will consider other threads, woven long before this current one. it may not be for a while, there is still a chance the Fears may leave this plane. jon and martin will take any time they can get, so long as they're together.
anyway, blah blah, i probably didn't write this very well but i wanted to at least summarize. i just want to manifest a web!martin au where he's helping to protect jon from the Fears by being the most caring boyfriend ever and then realizes too late that falling in love was not part of the plan (even though it totally was)
#tma#the magnus archives#web!martin#web martin#martin blackwood#jonathan sims#jmart#jonmartin#websight 🕸️👁️#order up! art tag#lmao websight is my ship name for them#cw spiders
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day 1 - chaos @intrualityweek
a chaotic makeup session 💄✨
small fic under the cut 🥰💙💚
[Image Description - A chest up acrylic painting of Remus and Patton from Sanders Sides. Remus is wearing sparkly dark blue and green eye makeup, blue lipstick, green drop shape gems under his eyes, a spiky blue leather jacket with green highlights and a chain earring with three blue earrings on the top. He has red eyes, green long nails and nose brigde piercings. He has a penis and star sticker on his forehead, an R and smiley face one on his chin and a cherry one on his neck. He is holding his silver hair and applying red lipstick on his tongue. Patton is wearing sparkly pink makeup with small pink gems around it, a fluffy blue and white sweater and a pink and blue bear earring. He has a pink hairband with cat ears on his curly blond hair, light blue round glasses and blue eyes. He has a rat sticker above his left eye, a heart one on his nose, a blue heart one on his chin and a blue star and daisy sticker on his neck. The background is black with green and blue liquid dripping down, blue and green shapes behind the characters and sticker like exclamation symbols and sparkles. End I.D.]
Summary: Remus gets a snack during its and Patton’s makeup session.
Pairing: Platonic Intruality (it/its for Remus - he/him for Patton)
Word Count: 512
Warnings: One sex joke / Eating an uneatable thing / Mention of vomiting / Mild Hurt/Comfort / Remus being Remus
"No! Just because it says it's strawberry flavored doesn't mean it will actually taste like strawberry!"
"Only one way to find out Kitty Pat!"
At first, Remus dragged the lipstick across its tongue, leaving a thick red line. It gave a test taste while Patton admired his makeup to cope with the fact that his favorite lipstick would get eaten. Not that he minded tho, after all, it made the duke happy. He re-adjusted his cat headband and with a sigh, looked back at his makeup partner.
"Well…? Does it taste nice…?" he asked, half disgusted, half intrigued.
The other didn't reply, instead, it rolled the lipstick until the whole bar was exposed and bit the entire thing. Chewing with curious, thinking eyes, it spoke again.
"It's so creamy! Like a melted chocolate bar!" Remus said with its mouth full. Patton winced at the sight of its sharp teeth full of red lipstick, it made him gag and he had to look away.
"Please! Just swallow it already!"
"Oooh~ I might swallow another thing tonight if you let me, Cutie Pat" it said. Even when Patton had his eyes closed trying not to throw up, he could still see the smile and wink in that sentence.
Patton groaned at the joke and started tapping the table, looking for his water bottle. He whined when he couldn't find it, but when he did, he immediately regretted it.
His hand knocked the bottle, pouring water all over the makeup table. They both yelped and got up from their seats. Remus acted first, grabbing the bottle and lid to safely close it and put it on the ground.
It thought the small scare was over, but it heard a small whine coming from Patton and he looked distressed. Remus looked back at the table and no makeup got damaged, it was all closed. Only the brushes got wet. Before it could ask what was wrong, Patton grabbed its finger.
"It's all ruined… I'm sorry…" he said in a tiny voice, playing with Remus' finger.
"What's ruined?" it asked, giving the other both hands to fidget. "Nothing is ruined, leave that to me, c'mere.”
It discreetly waved one of its hands to clean up the mess as it guided Patton to the bed. It pulled a box from under the bed and placed it between them. Inside the box there were a lot of individual stickers and on pages. Sir. Froggie the Third was guarding the sticker box.
"Froggie!" he squealed, giving the stuffie a big tight hug. He had a rattle inside, perfect for stimming and calming down.
Remus randomly picked a sticker and pressed it on its neck, then grabbed two star stickers and pressed one on its forehead and one on Patton's neck.
The giggles coming from him caused Remus to smile, calming down as it saw that the other was having fun. They started picking up all sorts of stickers and placing them all over their faces and necks. They forgot about the accident and got a new look they both adored.
#rat's art#rat's fic#rataticaisdreaming#after 3 days... this piece is finished 😭#patton said “im a barbie girl 🤗”#and remus said “ghost rights 😌”#ISTG THESE TWO I LOVE THEM SM 💙💚💙💚💙💚#sanders sides#remus sanders#patton sanders#intruality#intrualityweek2023#intruality week#intrualityweek#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fanart#artists on tumblr#painting#traditional art
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Happy late holidays: here's a comic that I totally didn't make just because it grinds my gears to see holly labeled as mistletoe
[Image ID: A digital comic with 10 panels. The first panel depicts two branches of holly strung from the ceiling. The background is green with a red abstract shape to accentuate the holly. There is also a speech bubble which reads "look!". The next panel has Larrikin, a black person with freckles, hazel eyes and curly ginger-and-brown hair tied into a bun with a golden ribbon. Their hair has a single white streak. They are grinning and are wearing a brown sweater, the text of which is not fully visible. They have a speech bubble which reads "It's mistletoe, you know what that means". The text "definitely put it there" is pointed at Larrikin. Opposite them is Anton, a muscular irish-eastern asian man with long, black and gray hair and violet eyes. He has a small scar on his nose and is looking up, mouth slightly open. He is wearing a red turtleneck and a green cardigan. Both of them are cut off at the bicep. The background is green. The next panel has Larrikin looking surprised and Anton pointing up, saying "That's holly". He has a scar on the back of his hand. The background is green. The fourth panel has a red background, and the text "It's a common misconception", along with drawings of holly and mistletoe, with holly being labeled "red berries, spiky leaves" and mistletoe being labeled "white berries, branches". The fifth panel has Larrikin looking embarrassed, rubbing the back of their head, with a speech bubble that reads "Oh of course, I totally knew that" It is now visible that their shirt says "ginger" and has a picture of a bread loaf on it. The background is red. The next panel has a green background and has two mistletoe branches on it, with a speech bubble that reads "this is mistletoe". The next panel has both of them cut off at the thigh, showing that Larrikin is wearing dark brown trousers and Anton is wearing black trousers. The background is green, with a red accent shape. The holly branches are still in place, but Anton is now holding mistletoe, looking away, smiling slightly and blushing. His other hand is in his pocket. Larrikin looks surprised. The next panel has Anton looking surprised as Larrikin grabs his face, the background is red and the motion is accentuated by the text "grab". Larrikin's nails are painted red. The next panel has Larrikin smiling, with a speech bubble that says "You are so silly". The background is green. The last panel has them kissing, both smiling. Anton has one arm around Larrikin's upper back, holding the mistletoe aloft with his other hand. Larrikin has one of their hands on Anton's cheek. The background is red with a green accent shape, and it is now visible that Larrikin's shirt says "gingerbread man" but with the "bread" portion replaced by a loaf of bread. / End ID]
#skulduggery pleasant#shudderkin#anton shudder#larrikin fetter#fanart#comic#I had to learn how to draw people kissing on the mouth for this#I don't know if you know this but I've actually never done that before! you can probably tell from the drawing though#I can't believe I have to do homework on smooches what the hell /silly#Also Larrikin is smart and knowledgeable plants just aren't their expertise#ask them about medical anatomy and you have a 3-hour lecture on your hands#I however think Anton would be a major plant nerd#It's my autistic headcanon and I get to project my special interests on him!#no but seriously holly and mistletoe are not interchangeable nor are they the same thing
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I had some questions if that's alright with you.
1. What inspires your characters appearance and sense of fashion? All of your characters have such great character designs.
2. Would you say there's a difference in genre between what you like to read and what you like to write or is it the same?
3. And last but not least, what are your favorite genre of IFs to play? Is there a specific genre or type of ro/trope you enjoy?
Of course! I love these kinds of questions! Long post warning!
1. What inspires your characters appearance and sense of fashion? All of your characters have such great character designs.
Thank you so much! I worked really hard to get them to fit a vibe that felt perfect for me. I really wanted them to be fashion-forward since a lot of being fame and being visible is being on top of trends. Characters like G have stylists so G is very trendy. The characters are also very expressive not only with their music but their clothes. None of the characters are very shy when it comes to their sense of fashion was is exciting because I love describing outfits. I know some authors find it tedious and 'amateur' which I kinda see why since it's a bit juvenile but I love love love it.
For G, I was inspired by 80s rockstars with long curly hair as well as Cher in the 70s haha I knew I wanted G to have a very prominent detail and it's their long (straight, in their case) black hair. G's tattoos are sort of a mark of their growth as an artist. When they first started, they were essentially 'pure' in the sense that they had no tats and were very young. As they grew older, the tats also grew in number. Touched by fame. SO poetic /j G is very flamboyant and they are very experimental/adventurous with their clothes.
This goes for Victoria. As a model and actress, she's very fashion forward. She prefers dresses over pants and that's kind of her brand haha ! Her red hair and the fact that her stage name ends in Valentine made red her brand, and she takes advantage of that. Branding is very important for her and G, so it helps when you have that *thing* that reminds people of you.
For Seven, the infamous (lol) bandana was something that just came to me. I also wanted Seven to have a "staple" look and I just think it looks cool! Again, it's very reminiscent of the old age rock stars. If Seven were a cartoon character, the outfit they wore at the party (industrial shirt/red and black striped undershirt) would be their "everyday outfit" I think. It really shows their personality; Seven's oversized, messy look reflects them in a way. The fact that it looks deliberately disheveled but Seven worked hours to look good is very telling of who they are. Seven likes to pretend they don't care but we all know that's not the truth!
August has a very calming quality to them. Very grounding. In a story where the ROs are all messes, August's penchant for silence and calm shines. Their colors are a nice brown, green, beige. Very neutral and low-key. They wear a lot of sweaters and cardigans and linen pants because it's comfortable and cozy. Their clothes reflect their personality the most. Kinda reminds me of pajamas in a way!
Orion is pretty self explanatory. While everyone else considers BOTB and everything an outlet for their creativity, Orion sees it for what it is: a job. He dresses professionally to set him apart from the band and everyone else. He's there to work. He's very clean-cut, and very neat so it shines in his clothes.
Seb is well, I wanted Seb to be very unassuming and just normal hahaha. Everyone else dresses really stylishly and I wanted Seb to be really low-key. It's obvious he has no desire to be in the spotlight and that shows with his plain, basic clothing.
2. Would you say there's a difference in genre between what you like to read and what you like to write or is it the same?
Hm, up until recently I used to only read fantasy. I think one of my first if games was Choice of Rebels, among a few others. Writing fantasy is what helped build up my skill. All I've ever wanted to be was a fantasy author until one day...I just started hating it. I hated writing fantasy. I LOVE LOVE reading it, but I hate writing fantasy. I don't know why. I think it's because I fail to convince myself. My suspension of disbelief is very strict when it comes to my own writing, while another writer can convince me of anything in fiction so as long as it makes a lick of sense. It's weird!
I still love fantasy as a reader but I don't think I could ever write it. I do want to try one day though!
I'm more strictly slice-of-life nowadays, aside from Body Double. I think it's easier for me. I love romcoms. I love romance, which hasn't changed. I find it funny that I'm not very romantic in real life but romance is like a baseline requirement for me in stories.
One thing that stays the same is that I love angst. Reading and writing it. I don't like fluff, it makes me cringe. (There will be fluff in Infamous aha). I don't like power fantasies or any of that. Ah, I don't know!
3. And last but not least, what are your favorite genre of IFs to play? Is there a specific genre or type of ro/trope you enjoy?
I'll read anything! I don't have a favorite, I don't think, but I do love urban/modern fantasy. A mixture of slice-of-life and fantasy is the sweet spot for me.
Specific type of RO I like are the emotionally unavailable/closed off ones or the mean ones haha. I do not like easy romances. I like working for it and I think when an RO doesn't want my character it makes it so much more fun and the payoff is so much more satisfying. I need yearning...longing. I need slow burn!
I know there are readers who like playing games where the MC is important loved but I'm not a fan. I like my MC being a regular person that's treated accordingly depending on the character and the story. I don't want my MC to get special treatment or to be powerful just because they're the MC. It has to make sense to me. For me, the ROs should have a greater purpose that goes beyond just romancing the MC.
I get a lot of flak for making the MC an underdog in infamous, but MC is not meant to be the most important person in the room at the start of the story. They need to earn it, which I think feels better.
My favorite RO from any IF game is Nash so <3 I guess that says it all hahah
I hope you liked my answers! This was really fun for me lolol
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Little doodles for the FIC PHOENIX WROTE FOR ME DID YOU SEE IT??? mind the tags!! @phoenixphire24 nailed it, exactly what i was hoping for and more
Some of these doodles are finished, some are not I got a little tired, but all of them are color which is rare for me! I loved the idea of Oscar walking all the way up to Zolf and Hamid carrying everything and them not noticing. Also oscar looking handsome in the snow and cold and just in general being happy and content in freezing weather and hamid being PISSED about it made me so happy.
ID:
[ID Begins: 4 digital drawings with dull but bright colors, simple shading, and thick black outlines.
The first image shows Hamid and Zolf on a bench kissing. Hamid is an Egyptian halfling with dark skin, dark curly hair, and pointed ears. He is wearing a green coat, a turquoise vest, gray pants and boots and a yellow scarf. He is leaning up into Zolf and gently holding the side of his face. He looks to be content, and has a little tear in the corner of his eye. Zolf is a white dwarf with white hair, a long beard, and metal prosthetic legs. He is wearing a blue coat, a gray sweater, and brown pants. He is leaning down towards Hamid and holding his arm to pull hamid closer.
The second image shows Oscar observing the scene from the first image. He is a tall white human with shoulder length white hair and is holding three mugs and too many bags in his arms. He is wearing a red coat and a beige sweater. He is smiling and blushing a bit as he watches the scene, but he looks slightly concerned. He has a thought bubble next to his head that reads, “Cute, but HELP ME.” Presumably, he wants help with all the stuff he is carrying.
The third image shows Oscar looking off camera in a very posed manner. He has a hand that is touching the scarf wrapped around his neck and his other hand is pulling his jacket closed. He is looking away and his hair, scarf, and open coat blow dramatically in the wind. There are sparkles around him.
The fourth image shows Hamid looking at the previous image of Oscar. He looks grumpy and is holding himself to fight the cold. He is blushing while looking at Oscar, even while being angry at him. End ID.]
#rqg#rqg fanart#rusty quill gaming#hamid saleh haroun al tahan#zolf smith#oscar wilde rqg#zoscamid#zoscar#oscamid#zamid#stuff's art
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My Choir Designs
Ocean
-Design mostly based on Tiffany Tatreau’s Ocean
-Straight orange hair that will go insane in the humidity (She always wears her hair down, like nobody has seen her with her hair up. Constance saw her in a ponytail ONCE.)
-Wears glasses (She literally just looks like the nerd emoji.)
-Has buck teeth (She was supposed to get braces but her parents spent lots of the dental money on a new bong.)
-Freckles everywhere
-Iconic headband
-Acne that she’s desperately trying to treat
-Wears her uniform very neat with a red bowtie.
-5’2
Noel
-Design mostly based on Kholby Wardell’s Noel
-Black hair (He cannot get it wet because he will literally just look like a wet cat)
-Black nail polish that always ends up chipping by the end of the day (He picks his nails).
-He has acne but tries to cover it with foundation.
-Foundation is the only makeup he will wear and he spends all morning trying to make it look less noticeable because he doesn’t want to get bullied.
-He has hairy legs because he’s too scared to shave (He does everything he can to hide them)
-Wears his uniform neat with a black tie.
-5’11
Mischa
-Design mostly based on Chaz Duffy’s Mischa.
-REALLY REALLY REALLY dark blonde hair.
-Iconic backwards hat (He cannot enter a public space without it).
-Promise ring from Talia.
-He has stubble because he hardly ever shaves.
-He has lots of body hair in general. (He hit a growth spurt at an early age)
-Eye bags because he just doesn’t give a shit about sleeping.
-He is a bit muscular but also a bit chubby.
-Wears his uniform in an unorganized way, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his top couple buttons are unbuttoned.
-6’0
Ricky
-Design mostly based on Scott Redmond and Yannick Robin Eike Mirko’s Ricky.
-Curly dark brown hair.
-They have noise-cancelling headphones that look like cat ears.
-Wears glasses
-Mostly uses a wheelchair because it makes communicating easier, whether it’s through ASL or through the AAC device.
-Speaking of their AAC device, it has stickers all over it, they’re mostly sci-fi themed, space themed, comic book themed, or cat themed.
-Wears their uniform pretty much the same way Noel does but they’ll occasionally wear the girls jumper under the sweater vest (They also always have cat hair on them, so they need to carry a lint roller in their school bag).
-5’8
Jane Doe
-Design mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Jane Doe.
-Light blonde ringlets + a black headband with a little bow.(Just imagine the 2016 wig)
-The doll has a white lacy dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black buttons.
-Her face is completely white minus her pink cheeks. Her lips are red and small. Her eyes are big and completely black (Light doesn’t even reflect off of them).
-The separation between her head and neck is cracks.
-There are cracks that start from the corner of her mouth and end under her chin. These cracks allow her to move her mouth to speak (They look similar to a marionette’s mouth).
-Her body is curvy and looks like a corpse.
-Her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists + platform Mary jane’s
-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)
Constance
-Design mostly based on Lillian Castillo’s Constance.
-Coiled black hair that fades into purple at the end (She always plays around with her hairstyle, sometimes its in space buns, half-up half-down space buns, one big bun, or just down sometimes.)
-Wears pastel jewelry.
-Her glasses are rounder than Ocean’s and Ricky’s.
-Nails always painted in pastel colors.
-She just likes decorating herself in lots of pastel colors in general (when she gets pimples, she wears those smiley face pimple patches).
-She is plus-sized (if you draw Lillian’s Constance, draw her plus-sized for the love of god)
-Her shirt is buttoned up but she always forgets her tie.
-5’4
Penny
-Design. Mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Penny.
-Really long brown hair (She hasn’t cut it since she was 14) usually done in twin braids + bangs obscuring her eyes.
-She wears goth jewelry that she always fidgets with (goth Penny is real TO ME).
-She secretly carries her doll in her backpack (Only the choir knows).
-She got pushed down the stairs a lot (before people started ignoring her) so she still has some injuries and bandages on her.
-Her body is curvy.
-She has hairy legs because she HATES how itchy her legs get after shaving.
-Again, her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists (the reason her shirt is different is because of her sensory issues) + platform Mary jane’s.
-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)
#ride the cyclone#rtc#st cassians chamber choir#ocean o'connell rosenberg#noel gruber#mischa bachinski#ricky potts#jane doe rtc#constance blackwood#penny lamb#legoland jacob richmond#rtc headcanons#ride the cyclone headcanons
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*Warning, this is gonna be a ridiculously long post...
So, some of you reeeeally wanted to know just a teeny weenie bit more about my weird boy huh? Well, here ya go:
Yeah, where do I freakin' start with this--? It was not only hard to put together despite the very simple (and more obvious) inspirations... but I had to mega ponder whatever the heck I was on when creating this character, LOL
Lets break it down all over again:
It is extremely obvious (I think) of which characters Tilde's appearance mostly stems from... our funny scout robots from Cave Story: Mr. Traveler and Curly Brace themselves. (Which heehee geddit he has a punctuation naem TILDE ~~ xdd)
I'm pretty sure some of you have probably assumed (Especially with how much I pair them together...^^") Tilde is... well... their kid somehow--
Not... quite? It's... much more complicated than that, don't worry about it! Anyways, I basically chucked them both into a blender to combine their appearances together as much as possible; an example of this is Tilde's hair! It's a blonde color like Curly's and straight; but has a waviness, spiking up at the ends like Quote's hair.
Tilde's antenna earphone things are green, and his eye color is also that bluescreen blue that Curly has as well, lol.
So Tilde's outfit inspirations! Tilde is actually wearing Sue Sakamoto's sweater, along with someone's long green scarf. Its a bit old and worn out... but it's very shnazzy, dontcha think? ^^ In earlier drawing drafts of Tilde back in 2021, his sleeves were actually much more sprite accurate to Sue's-- But then I played OneShot and drew them droopy like Niko's once and it... stuck. idc its staying too. I think I wanted to give him a cuteness bonus, so I gave him hairpins thanks to Chase from Harvest Moon lol
Underneath Tilde's sweater he is wearing a simple black tank with magenta shorts, like Quote's tank and sprite Curly's pants. His shoes I unfortunately don't have a direct correlation for their colors, but they're inspired by Cave Story 3D JP Curly's shoes.
A much more rare appearance, but this is what Tilde looks like as an adolescent-- Don't question why, just roll with it-- I have my reasons and I won't tell you :^) When I was drawing him, my brain just handed me Basil from Omori. Literally, just Basil's energy and a bit of the Mother series protagonists for outfit design... I tried to swishing it around a bit and ended up with a very puntable looking guy, which was the exact vibe I was going for~ >:3c
I gave Tilde a sweater turtleneck and called it a day, then Lucas came to mind again when I was coloring-- Which overall made this particular bit of the outfit more interesting ^^ Tilde here is also wearing Toroko's pendant. Not really much else to cover here, since the many traits from Tilde's youth carries into here. Continuing...
Oh boy, how the times have changed and he's all grown up now T_T
Tilde when he's older takes almost all the liberties from especially Quote, wearing his infamous deadpan expression naturally... but he still remains extremely expressive like Curly ^^
Tilde's outfit is very obviously influenced by them, from their cargo pants to their color schemes (which are also admittedly being carried from his youth as well.) Quote's Blade Strangers design (If you ever heard of it.) was definitely an influence for him as well--
BUT to keep him looking a bit more fresh, I devised to use even more of that special jrpg sauce i love to throw on my characters lmAO
Y'all should already know from my previous post that I'm a weeb a Japanese culture enthusiast, not gonna explain that again
Specially for his outfit Tetsuya Nomura's character designs immediately come to mind, i cannot tell you which one specifically.
While imagining the "cool rpg boy outfit" all these characters blend together in my head, probs because they seem to have similar vibes LOL (very cool Nomura-san)
100% CERTAIN Felix from Golden Sun had an influence on Tilde's outward appearance. I actually drew older Tilde before teen Tilde, and I gave him long hair partly bc of him-- lmao
(While Soren from Fire Emblem is not a main influence for Tilde, he is simply here because I hate him for making me realize long haired dudes are just,,, peak character design idk what to tell you.)
So that's Tilde's sheet
goes very crazy I know
If imma do a Tilde sheet, i gotta do it properly-- He's the best(est)
I'm very tired I worked on this for almost a whole week lol imma sleep or something
#so that's it#if you are curious about the inspirations for a different character#just ask me!#original content#tilde
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disabled people are beautiful!!!
(image description below the cut--it wouldn't fit in alt text!!)
a drawing of 15 disabled people on a yellow background with a light pink floral pattern. from left to right:
1. a fat white person whose left (their left) arm ends before the elbow. their right arm is on their hip, & they are smiling. they have short red hair, a yellow dress with white flowers, white hoop earrings, and black heels. they also have moles and are blushing.
2. a chubby middle eastern woman wearing a light pink embroidered abaya kaftan style robe and a slightly darker pink hijab. the robe's embroidery is delicate mauve vines around the sleeves, and two matching vines down the front. the woman has a german shepherd service dog with her. the. dog is sitting to the viewers right and has its tongue out, and is wearing a service dog vest. the woman is holding the leash to the dog in her right hand, and has her left hand on her hip. she is wearing pink slippers with a mauve gem on the top.
3. a black, bald, thin, nonbinary person with several facial piercings and earrings standing with their left arm lower than the right, slightly tilted backwards, arms hanging by their sides. they are wearing pink sandals, knee braces, a compression glove and elbow brace on their left arm, & have on blue shorts and a bright pink crop top that says 'FUCK ABLEISTS' (peep that underboob 👀 [side eye emoji]).
4. a chubby south asian woman with white hair and a green striped cane wearing a pale green button up shirt with shoulder pads, dark green corduroy pants, and brown loafers. her posture is tilted a bit from scoliosis.
5. a thin east asian man with a facial deformity that affects his nose and makes his left eye lower than the right. he has wavy pink har that is long on top and short on the sides. he is wearing a white cropped tank top with lace at the neck-line, and loose, flowy green pants. his shoes are white with pink detailing. he is turned so his body faces the viewer's right side, but is looking at the camera with his hands in his pockets.
6. a curvy latine autistic person holding a yellow AAC/speech tablet in front of their chest. they have very long light blue curly hair and freckles, and are smiling with their eyes closed. they are wearing dark blue headphones, a yellow short sleeve shirt, a dark blue romper with bows on the shoulders, and yellow sandals.
7. a curvy disabled bed-bound native american person lying in bed on their side facing the viewer and smiling. they have their left arm folded under their head, & their right arm laying next to heir face. the bed is dark brown with blue and white patterned sheets and a fuzzy purple blanket draped over the person and a corner is touching the ground. the person has tan skin and shaved brown hair.
8. a thin black woman with vitiligo, and wavy lime green hair with baby hairs, smiling in a wheelchair with lime green wheels. she is tilting the wheelchair back in a wheelie position. she is wearing a high-neck, sleeveless, black top with a boob window; light blue skinny jeans; tall, black lace-up boots; and dangly earrings.
9. an east asian man who has dwarfism. he is standing with his left hand on his hip, and his right hand up in a peace sign. he has square glasses and long, blonde, curly hair. he is wearing a black turtle neck, orange pants, and black booties.
10. a tall, curvy, white woman with forearm crutches. she is holding the crutch to her right normally, & is resting her left elbow and knee on the left crutch. her hair is shaved and brown on the right side of her head, and on the left side she has lair down to her chest colored in a rainbow pattern. she is wearing a dress that is pale pink with a pale yellow confetti pattern, pale yellow converse, and blue socks.
11. a drawing of a chubby, blind, south asian man. he has short, flowy, gray hair, black sunglasses, black stud earrings, a green sweater, a long black skirt, brown shoes, a gold key necklace, and a white cane. he has his right hand in front of him holding the cane, and his left hand by his side.
12. a fat black person sitting on the ground. their right elbow is resting on their right knee. their left leg is tucked in front of them on the ground, and their left hand is supporting them. they have short pink locs with the sides of their head shaved. they have a cleft lip scar and some moles on their face. they are wearing a black bra with a sheer long sleeve shirt over it, green shorts, and pink booties.
13. a drawing of a chubby latine man with an afro, mustache, and beard standing with his right arm behind his head. his left arm is holding up the end of a red dress with a deep v-neck to reveal his left leg is a prosthetic. he has chest, armpit, and leg hair, and is wearing gold jewelry and black flats.
14. a drawing of a disabled, curvy middle eastern woman with a feeding tube going from her nose to a bag on a pole. she is wearing a green shirt with a foliage pattern, tan shorts, and black combat boots with purple socks. her hair is also purple, and she has several earrings.
15. a drawing of a chubby native american man on a light blue background. he is using a blue rollator and waving. he is wearing a pink striped vest and vibrant green bell bottoms with pink flowers. his hair is long and blue, and he has three tattoo lines on his chin.
#rain creates#disability#disabled#cripple punk#limb loss#service dog#hypermobility#facial deformity#wheelchair#dwarfism#bed bound#me/cfs#feeding tube#blindness#rollators#crutches#scoliosis#prosthetics#autism#aac device
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