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captainzigo · 2 months

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Welcome to me blog

If you are a mutual, DM me for an invite to discord server and subsequently to minecraft server

if you aren’t a mutual, you can send DMs and asks to my sideblog @snapewife-divorce-lawyer

that’s a bunch of pictures of my oc(/ponysona) Prickly Pear. she’s a cowgirl

FAQ below the break

i do take requests. i do not currently take commissions, but don’t be shy about sending requests. i can always say no. or fuck it up really bad.

this is my art blog. you can send me asks and DMs at my other blog @snapewife-divorce-lawyer any asks you send me should be like Strongbad emails. one paragraph. no attachments. unless you are sending me refs.

i reblog most stuff at my other other blog: @3amgaypotion

you are fine to DM me, but remember i am not obligated to respond at all.

in any interactions, please keep in mind that i am a stranger on the internet and act accordingly

i am autistic. i say this because representation matters, but also because i would like to ask that you please be very frank with me. i don’t even really need your patience. just say what you mean and we will get along fine.

you most certainly can draw any of my ocs. i’d love that acually. tag me

you can redraw, dub or do whatever to my works with credit. i expect credit to include clickable links. also please try to keep the spirit of the original work. don’t add nsfw subtext for example. don’t redraw a ship art as a ship with an inappropriate age gap, and so on.

do not post my art on other platforms. do not repost my art period. I don’t really exist on other platforms since I deleted Twitter. So if you see my stuff on other platforms, it’s not me.

i’m in my twenties. i keep my blog SFW as a strict rule. PG13 except i swear a lot more. i do not keep myself that way, and i have no aversion to that sort of content, but i keep all of my posts SFW.

in my opinion, all romance real or fictional should be between people who are not related, similar in age, doing age appropriate things, all with mutual consent. i am not interested in witnessing or interacting with anything outside of these parameters.

i am a trans woman. i am also bisexual. i am also poly and demi since im listing things. i am out online becasue i know how important it is to know that you aren’t alone.

if you follow me and you post art, regardless of frequency or perceived quality, i want to be mutuals. shoot me a message or something

do i take constructive criticism? NO 🖕👹🖕 FUCK YOU!!!!!!! GET BLOCKED IDIOT!! unless you are a marginalized person who feels i have unintentionally made you uncomfortable somehow with my art or otherwise. in that case i am sorry and you do me a great favor by calling me out. OTHERWISE FUCK YOU DUMBASS IF YOU DONT LIKE MY ART GO DRAW YOUR OWN 🖕🖕🖕🖕

i don’t have a DNI list, but i am pretty left politically so you can probably imagine what’s on there.

“i hate bronies” i don’t necessarily hate you if you self identify with that label. i like to make myself off-putting to keep creeps away

i don’t hold a lot of nostalgia for old brony stuff. infact it’s quite the opposite

i like all generations of mlp including the new stuff. gen 4 is just the one i grew up with

why is my header aurora, bori and alice from the best gift ever? well that would be because i hate them like a mother hates a child. like the sun hates the moon. like sickly victorian child hates the slightest morsel of bread.

i often draw stuff about cozy glow x flurry heart. this is with the understanding that cozy glow spends about a decade turned to stone. nullifying the age gap.

i am dyslexic. i spell stuff wrong all the time and i type weird. please don’t bother correcting me. wooptydoo your brain is wired normally. sending you a medal.

i’ve had the same username since i debuted on the internet. zigo is the name of an oc i made that i dont really talk about anymore. zigo is a fine enough nickname and at least one person calls me that irl

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mono-dot-jpeg · 9 months

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morning routine - jingyuan

summary; just a lion and his cub waking up

genre/extra tags; fluff, quite a bit of fluff, jingyuan is a single father no drama (/ref), reader is younger than yanqing

[platonic] [5-9 year old! reader] [gender neutral reader]

word count; 523

a/n; this made me realize that i dont remember the last time i watched the lion king. but nonetheless, i am a man of the people and i give them what they want (within reason). it's kind of close to the scene im pretty sure you're talking abt but i just changed it a bit. hope you enjoy!

also i realized, looking at jingyuan's art, mimi has a mane so mimi would realistically be a boy, no? but like mimi is referred to it/its. i mean honestly mimi being a boy is cute to me KSDJKSJ and also it makes sense since mimi had a mane and lionesses dont. whatever-

daylight burns into the window, waking you up earlier than your lazybones dad. but to be fair, anyone could wake up earlier than him. he was a hardworking man. for the most part. but he was a single father too. your father.

you cherish the time you spend with him every day. you may not know everything but he teaches you everything. he tells you of the world you both live in, how there is war and peace, how someday you would have to lead alongside him and yanqing. you were enamored with the world that people have helped build. and you were determined to help protect it.

but for now, you can still be a kid.

"dad!" you press a hand on his face, squishing his cheek. "dad wake up!" you push against him, hearing his grumbling as he turns to face away from you. "dad!" you whined. you brush your head against his heavy white locks as if you were a cat. "we were gonna spend the day together. wake up!"

"you wake up earlier than me, are you sure you're my kid?" he jokes tiredly as he laughs.

"come on! let's go papa!" you climb over him, earning a grunt and groan as you slide off the bed. you make your way to get ready. you see mimi striding out of his bed, yawning and stretching. "hi mimi! good morning!" you greeted the large lion, who brushes against you chuffing a tired greeting. "papa! hurry!" you called out to him, you can hear your father shuffling around the bedroom and grumbling his responses.

you feel yourself get picked up before you can open the bathroom door. you laugh as jingyuan tosses you up for a moment and catches you, holding you under his arm like a sack of flour. "you already have too much energy in the morning. we have some time to relax."

"you promised you would teach me today!" you squirmed in his hold as he opens the door to the bathroom.

"well, let's not get too hasty." he hummed, placing you on your feet and onto your step stool in the bathroom. he doesn't say it out loud but he wonders how much faster you're going to grow up or how much faster you want to grow up. "i'll teach you when the time is right. for now, you have to learn how to be a kid."

"but 'm already a kid! i wanna be like you!" you start to brush your teeth. jingyuan takes his time to get you ready as he's fixing your bedhead and pinching your cheeks, making you whine through your brushing.

he smiles gently, "you don't need to be me. you can be you. the world is yours, alright?" he pats your head as you nodded rapidly.

when you finish brushing your teeth, you raise your arms to him to get carried. he obliges and you hug him tightly. "i'm gonna make this world the best for us!"

"well, you have to get out of your pajamas first for that." he chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours as a sign of affection.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai jing yuan #honkai x reader #honkai jingyuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #hsr jingyuan #hsr jing yuan #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr jingyuan x reader

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

#timothée chalamet #timothee chamalet #chalamet #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee x reader #fluff #eyebrows #cute relationship #timothee chalamet soft #timothée chalamet fluff #timothée chalamet fanfiction #timothée x reader #timothée chalamet soft #regulus deserved better #regulus black #reggie #fancast

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faces-ofvenus · 2 years

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I dont know if you can but could you do one where the reader is rhaneyra daughter and ends up in a relationship with Aegon and ends up marryimg him*

Yes yes, I took my time this time lol, only I was blocked from writing this.

You looked around worriedly, maybe it was just your paranoia maybe not, no one could see you here, or rather with a certain person, it had been a few months since you and your uncle had met so often, your little childish passion like the others would dominate, but it was real, you could feel it, you were y/n Velaryon the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, you had many Targaryen characteristics a little different from your younger brothers, Aegon was taking too long, he never took long, not with you. You met from a very young age, your mothers seemed to harbor a deep hatred for each other, or rivalry, so much so that they both disapproved when they saw their children talking to each other, so your meetings were never well regarded or appreciated.

- Looking for someone my love

You had been lost in thought again, it was almost an everyday thing, you had a crazy and hyperactive mind, and people hardly understood that, as the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra they always put a lot of burdens on your life, just as they did on your mother's, but with Aegon, things were different, you didn't want to be king or queen, you didn't want your obligations. You opened a wide smile, and shared a big longing look, Aegon had his typical mocking smile, the kind that would get someone in trouble.

- Maybe I already have.

You sat down, usually your escapades involved hanging out in the castle, without permission, or even spending much of it with your dragons, this afternoon you would spend it together in a small tree hidden inside the castle garden. Aegon surprisingly always respected your desire to remain untouched until the day of your wedding, which you dreamed would be with him, at least in the promises you made to each other it would be that way, but that doesn't mean you didn't have long kisses and hugs.

The air seemed to come out of the lungs of everyone in the room, almost a deafening silence if that was possible, but certainly the lack of sounds in the room, were uncomfortable for everyone, well almost everyone, Alicent was the first to speak.

- But my king, like y/n and Aegon, together at a wedding....

She tried to protest but the shock of that absurd idea was surely destabilizing her, marrying her eldest son, to her daughter, it couldn't be, it would soil both the Targaryen name and her mother, but at least on this she and Rhaenyra agreed, this marriage, it couldn't happen.

- My father, we were already preparing to leave. Can't you take this decision without consulting us first?

The king denied vehemently, he was an old man, but not blind, he knew that both y/n and Aegon were together, he remembered how he used to run away with Aemma, his beautiful queen, even though their relationship was arranged, he quickly fell in love with his beloved, running away and sneaking away so they could be together, he looked at you and at Aegon, both looked in shock, but his son had perhaps one of the few smiles of pure happiness he had ever witnessed, he wanted more to see that smile from Aegon, how he wanted, he knew he was not a good father with him, just as he was not with Rhaenyra for a long time but, he would never want him and his granddaughter to be unhappy.

- My decision is made, in a few days, at the height of spring, they will marry, further uniting the Velaryon house with the Targaryen, wouldn't that be a great idea!

Nobody would go through the decision of a king, not even dissatisfied mothers, your heart could only beat fast, looking at Aegon, you could already feel yourself making your vows, looking into his eyes and kissing him freely without having to hide from anybody.

#hotd #hotd x reader #reader #reader insert #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon

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dailypav · 3 months

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So which contestants are most likely to save pav if they saw the scene at the tower. (Don't even include caligura, we all know where he'd place lmao

oh shit this is a good question

i think characters like august, olivia, and abella would immediately jump into action out to save him of sheer kindness (and daan also because he feels its his duty as a doctor)

honestly i feel like mooost of the contestants would save him, even karin and marcoh

karin would tell herself its just to question him but i think she'd definitely care at least a bit about his well-being

and for marcoh, well he said himself that he wouldn't want pav dead in a ditch somewhere even if he did think pav was a bad person

one of the only contestants (aside from caligura of course) that probably wouldn't save him is samarie, she would probably just think he's a loser and walk away lmaooo

and idk i dont think o'saa would bother that much, he'd fully recognize the tragedy of pav's situation but would think its for the best to just leave him to his fate, like, what's the point of saving him now when he'll probably die in a couple days anyway, and wouldn't have much of a reason to keep going even if he did survive? (thats a bit morbid rijgrgjgjg but it feels accurate to me)

aaaand is it awful of me to say that levi would be lower on the list of people who would save him? like after spending basically his whole life feeling obligated to serve authority figures/superiors i think he'd be hesitant about it

even if he did see pav betray the kaiser, levi still has little reason to trust him based on their previous encounters and he probably doesn't want to have another soldier indebted to him after having JUST escaped the war

i don't think he would want him dead, he might just freeze up and by the time he can figure out what to do its already too late

but eh i might be wrong there

#notdailypav #i cant see anyone outright refusing to help him if other people in the party insist on saving him tho #anyway this feels like such a ramble lol hopefully it feels at least somewhat accurate

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feathernotes · 1 month

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Kinda a random one, but how much time per day and/or week would you say you spend working on your webcomics? I want to eventually make my own webcomic, but the idea of having to draw 24/7 to make a good comic is honestly pretty intimidating.

Not random at all! I love chatting webcomics! :D Hmm, it really depends on so many factors here. Webcomics can take as much or as little of the day as you'd need- but if we're thinking project longevity and the hopes of finishing such a huge feat, we need to consider some pre-production and project timelines- as well as how to handle scope. Let's break it down: -Figure out the length of your work (even in a general sense) This can help you keep an eye on the size of your project, where to trim and where to add, as well as get a general sense of a timeline for completion. Say you do a comic for 200 pages- once you figure out your general output page wise, you can get a sense of how long it will take to get from point A to point B (with some breaks added of course!) -Understanding Your Process . You need to dive in head first with this one! Start making some pages, don't get hung up on too much at first, and get a general idea of where you spend the most amount/least amount of effort and time. This can help narrow down where you need to focus your time with. (this includes writing/scripting, thumbnails, pencils- etc etc) -Don't compare your output to others! Some people are just really REALLY fast with output, others (like me) are quite slow on that. This is why understanding your own limits and strengths is important (and why it's a good idea to do some practice rounds with making comic pages to see how you feel about it first) -Working in a way that makes YOU happy. if you dont like inking/lineart, get that OUT of your process! you are allowed to have a comic that has pencils, painting, just colours- its all about YOU! One of the biggest 'slayers' of webcomic production is adding a part that the creator hates. Make it fun! Figuring out all of these steps took me a while to do. I am also lucky in that I work as one solid half of a team with @spacerocketbunny. We both write, draw, ink, promote, etc etc in equal amounts- But that also means that I can spend more time on details with the aspects that I enjoy- like inking. As far as the time it takes- I try to keep it a set amount of time a day. When at the day job, Webcomics can get 3-4 hours a day. On days where i am without obligations, i work a 'full work day' on them with 8 hours! I also give myself a 'weekend' off from comics too. Limiting yourself with hours to work on a project is necessary to last throughout the entirety of the project, and to prevent burnout. I've done webcomics for over 15+ years, and Ghost Junk Sickness turns 10 this year (and is on the way to being completed). Understanding your process, output, and scope of the project will create a better roadmap for the time needed to create your comic- and remember- it has to be for YOU the most, in the end. I hope this helps, always willing to chat more! Happy creating!

#webcomics #me talking

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yuimatsumatsuno · 2 days

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hi there! May i req a matsu brothers x a younger adopted sister? Ofc this is gonna be platonic, hcs pls! Thank you have a wonderful day! (U can do this later or delete if u dont feel like u wanna do this ^^)

hi hii! :33 thanks for the request, I really like this idea <3

Matsuno siblings x adopted little sister s/o

PLATONIC

TW//CW: ???

Osomatsu is a typical older brother. He jokes about you a lot and treats you like a small child, not paying attention to your age. But still, he is much softer towards you than towards the rest of his siblings. He can be very clingy and even annoying, constantly trying to hug or touch your cheeks. there is a feeling that he is jealous of your other brothers, so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible in order to show himself as a “cool older brother.” in fact, he doesn’t care that you are adopted, he considers you part of his family and is ready to protect you just as much as the others.

Karamatsu loves you VERY MUCH. He was delighted when he found out that he was going to have a little sister. always tries to show himself as a “protector” around you, although he does it as stupidly as possible. He treats you like a princess, dresses you up in beautiful clothes, paints your nails and does your hair. If you have a hard time sleeping at night, he will offer to lie next to you and sing you a lullaby (which will make your ears bleed, but he really tries his best..). Consults you about his clothes, asking for your opinion. sees in you a small creature that he is obliged to protect.

Choromatsu seems quite strict. Monitors your studies, cleanliness in the room and behavior, not allowing you to say even mild curses. But in fact he really loves you and just doesn’t know how to show it. Allowing you to read his mangas (SAFE ONLY, he hides any porn mangas from you), takes you with him to Nya chan’s concerts and sometimes allows you to play with his anime figurines. He believes that the rest of Matsuno are a bad influence on you, especially Osomatsu, so he tries to spend more time with you than they do.

it looks like Ichimatsu doesn't care about you, but that's not true at all. At first, he didn’t even come close to you, nervously peeking from the corner and avoiding, as if afraid to scare you away. but if you take the initiative into your own hands, you can easily make friends with him. You are one of the few people with whom he likes to spend time and with whom he is comfortable, together with you he looks for cats on the street and offers to feed them. Thinks he's a shitty big brother, but he really tries to be nice to you.

Jyushimatsu considers you his best friend! Seriously, you guys have been together since the first day you crossed the threshold of the apartment. When he wakes up, the first thing he does is run to wake you up, shouting “y/n-nisaan!!!!! get up!!!! get up!!!! Good morning!!! let's go!!!! Y/N-NISAAN!!!!!” tugging and lifting from bed. Since he has no one to play with, he teaches you baseball, rejoicing at your success and showing you what he can do. He talks to you a lot, telling you all his thoughts and listening to you carefully. He is pleased that he finally has a sibling with whom he is so close friends besides Ichimatsu.

Todomatsu adore you very much. He is glad that now in their house there are not only stupid virginal degenerates, but also a sweet little sister. Loves to dress you up in cute outfits or wear his hats on you. He takes you with him to cafes or dates, which is why many girls are touched by you and want to communicate with Todomatsu more, which is why he always takes you with him. Among all the siblings with you, he is the softest and kindest. (smells like sibling favoritism)

#mr osomatsu x reader #osomatsu san x reader #ichimatsu matsuno x reader #karamatsu matsuno x reader #osomatsu matsuno x reader #choromatsu matsuno x reader #jyushimatsu matsuno x reader #todomatsu matsuno x reader #platonic love #yuimatsu

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fromriches-tosin · 14 days

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i do not get it. i see you say jean x marco is boring and nothing and then i see you reblogging jean x floch. they dont even have a connection. jean hate that guy!

a) It's my blog, I'm going to reblog whatever I want. I used to reblog Jean x Marco, but I don't do that anymore because the JM fandom is toxic and I don't want to promote it in any way.

b) If you follow me, you know that I prefer enemies to lovers to friends to lovers.

c) I've never said that "Jean x Marco is nothing". However, I do not agree that it's Jean's most important relationship or the one that defines him. That's my opinion. Take it or leave it. I do not mind the ship, I think it's very simple but cute.

What I do mind however, are those several JM shippers who think they can bully the rest of the fandom. The ones who call RJ shippers idiots in the tags, the ones who write and tag RJ hate posts, the ones who are trying to start a one-sided war, the ones who have been blocked and still go out of their way to stalk me and steal my posts, the ones who send out angry anons because someone prefers a different pairing, the ones who visit the RJ tag on Twitter just to post hate and then cry on Tumblr that someone was mean to them in reply.

As you can imagine, the above issues make me unenthusiastic about JM. And I'm not alone in that feeling. All the JM negativity that appeared on my blog in the past weeks was a direct result of the JM shippers' behavior.

I spent a year blocking them, filtering out their content, appropriately tagging my content, avoiding engaging them in any way – everything to make the fandom experience as pleasant as possible for both sides. I really don't need them to like or even tolerate my ship. I also don't feel the need to defend my ship from people who yell about it in the tags. But if you come after me or my mutuals, rest assured that I will bite back.

No one is obliged to like Jean x Marco. It's not a requirement in this fandom. If this is the type of content you expect from me, you have to find a different blog to follow.

As for Jean x Floch, it's the shippers who made me interested in that pairing. Because they actually spend their time trying to promote it, instead of going around and attacking people who like something else.

#thanks for the ask ✨

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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Can you please do a Jamie and Joseph x reader fic where Jamie met reader at an event and takes interest in her only to see her in Joseph’s apartment when he goes to visit. Then Jamie remembers Joseph telling him about a girl he really liked and things start to get heated just to end with all three of them in bed smutttttttttt

Oh my! I love this idea. Thank you anon!! ❤

This is obviously a different universe than my other fics going. Reader is a stylist and knows most of the cast already. Its quite long for the sake of some backstory.

HOORAY FOR 500!!! ENJOY FIC DAY!!!

⚠️: 18+!!!! Smut!!!

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

The Premier party for Stranger Things part 2 was tonight, and you were surprised to be invited by Joseph after you helped him pick out a few options for the event.

You've styled him and a few other of the stranger things cast members, but you had a feeling Joseph was requesting you rather than it being coincidence.

He was incredibly vibrant and flirty with you everytime you saw each other, which made the time the spent together rather enjoyable.

What you didn't know was that he boasted about you to Jamie every chance he got.

"Seriously mate shes so amazing, I can't wait to see her tonight." He told Jamie, as they waited for their turn to walk down the red carpet.

"I know I know love, you've only been talking about this gorgeous, mysterious stylist of yours for the past week and a half." Jamie grinned, slightly patting the other man on the shoulder.

"Dont be jealous Jamie, you're still my number one" Joseph laughed, causing a roaring laugh to come from the blonde next to him.

As the party got underway you lost track of Joseph. So many reporters and other celebrities bombarded him the moment he walked in. You were able to have a short conversation before he was ushered off to the other side of the venue.

You sat at the bar, a little overwhelmed by the large crowd. You were used to getting people ready for these events, not attending them yourself. You took a sip of your drink when a tall blond man in a pitch black velvet suit jacket sat right next to you.

"Pardon me for being forward, but you look ravishing." He asserts, a wide smile on his face as you blush at him. You look down at your sparkly green gown.

It was a deep shade, and hugged your body all the way to the floor. Your hair was half up half down, loose curls framing your face. You looked like a goddess, and Jamie was soaking you up like a man dying of thirst.

"Th..thank you" you stutter. "You look pretty great yourself Mr. Bower"

He chuckles as you addressed him so formally. "Please, call me Jamie." He winks taking a sip of his drink.

You tell him your name and he hums into his glass. "Of course, a name as beautiful as the face" he remarks, leaning in to brush some hair away from your cheek.

You spent the next 45 minutes heavily flirting with Jamie, him pampering you with compliments and delicate touches. He had completely forgotten about his interview obligations until someone from his team came over to drag him away.

You gave him your number and he promised to call. You weren't able to reconnect with Joseph for the rest of the evening, but you had a blast getting to know the other cast members during the evening.

As soon as you get in your Uber to go back to your apartment your phone dings. Its Jamie, asking you to get breakfast with him tomorrow. Your heart skips in excitement. You accept, which made you too nervous to sleep.

You had such a wonderful time with him at that breakfast that Jamie and you started spending a significant amount of time together. He was charming and romantic, bringing you something meaningful and sweet every time he saw you. He was clearly smitten with you, and you couldn't help but start feeling the same.

On the other hand your professional relationship with Joseph had started to meld into something else. Joseph subtly asked you to have coffee with him after you had finished dressing him for a major photo shoot he was doing, to which you happily agreed.

You were more oblivious to Joes attempts to woo you, knowing he was flirty but also not wanting to risk the amazing opportunities he's given you as a stylist. He was always crediting you when asked why he looked so good during interviews, calling you an amazing person and friend, so you didn't think much of his flirty demeanor.

This all came to a head when Joseph asked you to come to his hotel suite to help him pick something for an interview he had coming up tomorrow. The sponsors unloaded a ton of clothing on him and Joseph tended to get overwhelmed when they did that.

You were helping him roll up the sleeves of a gorgeous brown blazer, not being able to help but stare at how beautiful he looked in the color.

There was a knock on the door before a tall slim blonde entered the suite. "Joseph do you think I could borrow the......." Jamie stopped dead in his tracks, seeing YOU, and your intimately close proximity to Joseph. "What the fuck." He blurts out, breath quickening.

"Jamie?" You respond, confused. "Jamie this is y/n, the stylist I was telling you about." Joe interrupts equally confused as to why Jamie looks so angry.

"Wait a minute, this is the girl you've been talking to me about for the last few months?" Jamie scoffs, folding his arms into his chest. "Shes the girl I've been seeing for the past 3 weeks Joseph" Jamie states, smug look as he watches the horror spread across Joes face.

Joseph moves in front of you, stepping closer to Jamie as he balled his fists. "What? SHE'S the girl your dating? The one you're gonna ask to be your girlfriend?" He finishes the last word with a bite, teeth clenching as he moves just a few feet away from the blonde man.

"Yes Joseph, this is whose going to be MY girlfriend" Jamie bites back, chuckling as he spoke.

This whole time you stood frozen in your place, utter shock seering through your body. You just thought Joe was innocently flirting with you, not that he liked you.......and Jamie.....Jamie was SO jealous right now, they were about to physically fight each other over you........ you couldn't wrap your head around it for several minutes.

You snapped back into reality when you heard the next words that came out of Jamies mouth...

"Dont look so upset mate, I can share her with you for one night," he grabbed Josephs hand and they made their way over to you.

Your face was beet red and your body was shaking in anticipation. The two of them had you pressed up against a wall before you could blink. Two sets of hands hungerly roaming your body. "Are you ok with this sweetheart?" Jamie whispered in your ear as he nipped at it. He tisked when you only nodded.

Joseph grabbed your face and pulled it towards him, "no no honey, you have to say it" he says, before placing a quick peck to your lips. You whine when he pulls away, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Yes, please," you squeak, gaining a low chuckle from both of the men in front of you.

"You're such a good girl" Jamie coos, scooping you into his arms. "Take us to the bedroom love" he says to Joseph, kissing his cheek as Joe nodded.

Once in the large bedroom, Jamie sets you on the bed before unbuttoning his shirt. He looks over to see a look of uncertainty on Josephs face. He smiles before taunting the curly haired man next to him. "We don't have to do this Joe, I can take my girl and leave"

Joseph quickly starts removing his clothes, brow furrowed as he stares at Jamie. The blonde just chuckles before turning his attention to you, already stripped down to your underwear. "Hmmmm, just look at her, so beautiful"

Joseph is eyeing you lustfully, taking mental pictures of your deep red langurie, doe eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Touch her" Jamie whispers, motioning Joseph towards you.

Joe doesn't hesitate before bounding over to you, quickly pulling your legs further off the side of the bed. He rips your panties down your legs before positioning his head in-between your thighs. He looks up at you and you smile reassuringly down at him.

While Joseph begins his assult to your clit, Jamie positions himself behind you, holding you up as Joe devours you. Every attempt to move or squirm is useless as Jamie holds you tightly, sucking at a sensitive spot on your neck.

Your moans fill the room, causing Joe to groan into your pussy. Jamie whispers how good you are, nibbling at your collarbone. " 'm close" you moan, desperately gripping onto Jamie, "come on love, cum all over Joes face like you do mine, he'll love it."

Both you and Joseph groan at the blondes words, yours out of pleasure as you hit your peak, and Joes out of slight jealousy. Joe licked you through your orgasm, being sure to lap up every bit of your juices before he finally came up for air.

His eyes were blown out with lust as he looked at your fucked out face. "Oh I've just started with you love" he smirks, pulling down his boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw Joes large, fully erect cock spring out and slap his stomach.

Jamie, still behind you, holding you tightly in place scowled as a moan came from you at the sight of Joseph fully naked in front of you. He wanted to give Joe just enough of what he wanted, so he could remind him later who you truly belonged to.

The two men exchanged glances before Jamie gave Joseph a slight nod, and the next thing you know, the brunette is towering over you, teasing your slit with his tip.

He grabs your chin and kisses you as he slowly pushes into you. He let's out a string of low curses as he bottoms out, taking a moment to gain his composure. He starts thrusting, slow and deep, marveling at the whimpers coming from your mouth.

Joseph is in heaven, nearly dizzy at how tightly you squeeze around him. He fucks you slow and sweet, savoring every moan, ever clench, everything. He can feel himself nearing the edge and his thrusts become more rapid. He feels you squeeze his cock as you cum around him, sending him over the edge with pleasure.

Jamie can see the fucked out look on Joes face, brows furrowed, jaw agape. "Stop" the blond says sternly, staring right at Joseph. Joe stops his movement to meet Jamies gaze. "Only one person gets to cum in her, and that's me, trade me places, now" he demands, lifting your body up slightly and sliding out from under you.

Defeated, Joseph slowly pulls out of you, wanting to savor what could be his last moments feeling your pussy around him. He pouts as he slowly takes Jamies place, resting your back up against his chest. Jamie shoots Joe a smug grin before taunting him again. "Now, you get to enjoy watching me ruin MY girlfriend" he jabs before thrusting into you without warning.

Joe couldn't help but feel jealous, watching the way your body melds with Jamies, the way you moaned for him, the way he looked at you, he had to do everything he could to feel you around him again. He was willing to do anything he could.......to get you all to himself.....

A/N: omg is it hot in here?! Damn that was fun to write!!! These two are an absolute dream come true.

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i rly do have such a hard time these days telling if the reason i want to make a fanwork is because i genuinely want to make that fanwork, or because it feels like a habit or obligation existing in fandom spaces as someone who did spend a long time making fanworks.

like i can't turn off the part of my brain that's like "oh this is a cool idea we should do a fic/vid/etc for this franchise based on it" but i have so much trouble knowing if i actually... Want. to do that.

a few issues are that

i am hashtag medicated now so the "if i dont make this i will DIE" burning feeling i used to get has left the building, and that was the biggest indicator of me wanting to make something for myself and having the motivation to see it through.

fandom is kind of an escape mechanism and yeah, i know! but because i am trying to advance my life in other ways i do have a mental block now when it comes to spending time on escapism rather than things that actually move me forward. (plus... i just don't really have as much time to dig into these things as much as i need to these days as a result.)

i do think the primary motivation for most fanworks should be that you want to see it done (at least for me), rather than wanting to get positive attention/comments/etc. those are a nice bonus but it's easy to burn out when they're the only reason. but i do feel like when i come up with an idea, that's the predominant subconscious motivator now? or at least... not attention, but feeling like my place in a fandom space is justified etc. in the past, fanworks were a nice vessel for fandom socialization, whereas now i think that's become more of a primary motivator without me realizing when... i could just... talk to people, or something.

plus a few other things (insecurities - what i make isn't good enough or worth the time, other people have done this first or other people are filling this niche now so i'm not needed to, no matter how much time i spend on this someone else will always be better or get more positive feedback, etc) that come into play but on a lesser level.

i should also probably figure out... what other motivations there are that don't have to automatically be fandom-related. like am i thinking about this idea because i want to draw, and this just happens to be the fandom i'm in at the time and i'm used to pre-existing characters being my muse tm? did i ever even really like writing or did i just like exploring this show's worldbuilding?

in that case, i really should just do more with original things to pinpoint what specifically would bring me joy. and i'm aware of that, and i want to do more with it. and i think that would help me with identifying what motivator goes to what thing.

i just also don't want to lose fandom participation because that is such a special thing. but it is also okay to have phases of motivation with it i guess? and i think once my life is quite different i'll have less of those mental blocks in place and more time etc.

just a weird feeling to navigate as someone who misses having more clarity and productivity in this realm, or at least misses the things that came along with it when doing so in fandom. i think if i felt more passionate about my schoolwork i would be somewhat okay with the trade-off but at the very least i need to indulge more in creative hobbies, whatever those hobbies may be.

and maybe if i spent less time Thinking about it and more time Doing i would have more weird vague feelings about it to analyze and figure myself out with j;lsdfljksdf.

#txt

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Can you stop being such a cunt, tranny. "I have a job and barely any free time anymore. who are you to tell me what to do. go learn some manners before you say anything under my art again" You sell prints, when you didn't pay the artist for the characters or their time, and want to talk, bitch. maybe stop selling other people's characters, and acting like a beggar, constantly giving out your inprnt store. Tell you what, since you value your time so much I value Capcom's time, and am reporting your inprnt account. Shut the fuck up, you stupid, degenerate loser. Your art sucks.

wow, it's my first time being called a slur! isnt that a big accomplishment. thanks for wasting your time coming all the way to here from twitter just to hide behind anon and say vile shit to me. why didnt you just comment on my tweet? you couldve saved a couple of minutes doing that. or is someone too scared to say shit to me directly to my face?

as for the inprnt thing, i never begged anyone to buy my stuff. i literally started selling my prints because people have been asking it for years, and ive stated MULTIPLE TIMES that no one should feel obligated to buy anything from me because its not my main income and its just a side extra thing i do. PEOPLE WANTED PRINTS OF MY ART, THEY ASKED FOR IT FOR LITERAL YEARS, AND IM JUST GIVING THEM WHAT THEY WANT. if youve ever seen me beg people to buy my art please let me know because i sure as fuck dont remember doing it. the only reason why i post my inprnt stuff so often is because the site has sitewide sales often, and if i have a way to let people pay less for my art if they want to im going to give them exactly that.

i know selling stuff with other people's IPs isnt exactly legal, its a big grey area that has no 100% rights or wrongs. but im not actively harming anyone just because i made art of a character and sold it online. the big companies arent losing any money because of me, you can always take the money youre paying for my prints and just buy official merch. i dont care. im going to repeat myself again and tell you that im only selling prints FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WANT IT AND CAN AFFORD IT. IF YOU DONT WANT IT THEN ITS NOT FOR YOU.

if you think selling fanart is so wrong, think back to all the times youve seen a voice actor for a show or a video game commissioning artists to draw the characters they voice. according to your logic, even though theyve spend their own time and effort on a crucial part of the character, theyre still not allowed to commission stuff of that character because they dont own the rights to them. does that mean youre going to report them too? are you gonna go to capcom and tell them "HEY MR. NICK COMMISSIONED SOMEONE TO DRAW A BUNCH OF RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS FOR HIS STREAMS AND HE DIDNT PAY BACK THE ENTIRE RE TEAM FOR THEIR TIME AND EFFORT MAKING THE GAME. THE ONLY THING HE DID IS VOICE LEON YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP HIM"? of course not, you'll look like a fucking idiot. i might not own the characters either, but ive spent my own time and the drawing skills ive developed over the past decade to draw those prints. i own the rights to my drawings and i should be allowed to do anything i want with them as long as im not harming anyone.

clearly you cant stand me or anything i do but youre still following me for some reason. please for the love of god block me right now, leave me alone and live your own life. you'll be happier that way. and also stop being transphobic its literally 2023.

#allyanswers #Anonymous #ask #// transphobic slur #sorry that i had to put terrible things on everyone else's dashboard. not gonna do it often i promise #long post

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brybryby · 1 year

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VERY LONG POST IM SORRY. DONT FEEL OBLIGED TO READ

HI. Alrighty, this has been on my mind for a while (ever since promotional content for Trials started being released).

I have a TON of analyses in the drafts, but I want to make this post before I release them for public viewing.

I know that I like to make goofy, light-hearted little fan animations and fan art of Outlast, but I think I need to start changing how I navigate through the content. After spending so much of my time deep diving and writing up these analyses, my eyes have been opened to just how much the franchise revolves around fucked up historical events. I feel that some of the stuff I've posted is tone deaf, or at least the way I posted about it is. And I think—for the most part—there's an understanding that I don't intend to be harmful, but I fear that the way I go about it **is**. (And obviously, action takes precedence over intent.)

For contextualization, when I initially got into Outlast at the age of 12, I was enthralled by the horror aesthetics and found a lot of the angsty gore to be cathartic. I felt so “taboo” and “scandalous” lol (especially as a developing child trying to understand myself amidst my puberty stage). I was young and—for lack of a better word—braindead in how I navigated the media. I was naive, mindless, ignorant, etc etc… Now that I have a deeper understanding of the narratives and historical implications/influences, I need to do better in how I interact with the franchise.

What am I getting at?

Pretty much, I'm working on being more careful with how I interact with the media. At the same time, I want the analyses that I post to be educational. And most importantly, please message me if I ever say some bullshit. Seriously. All I ever want to do with my life is to be a positive impact. I genuinely get upset if I cause harm to someone else. (One time I literally cried at a high school football game as a freshman because I thought I hurt someone else's feelings. It turned out they were faking it lmao. Then they started feeling bad and then that made me feel bad for crying and yea yea).

Seriously though. I know that my posts can get public outreach, and anything that has public outreach can be influential and have a good or bad impact. So please let me know if I do or say anything harmful or ignorant. I won't be offended. I don’t want to spread harmful stuff. There are many instances in my life where people sit me down to have meaningful conversations about shit I've said or done and how I can improve myself.

That said, I'll be posting more analyses and making my own syntheses of historical events. My next analysis post will be about Waylon's Asian-coding (specifically Korean-coding), how Trials actually supports this (using themes of US immigration), and why it is apparent to many Asian fans (including me, hehe).

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That's pretty much it. But if you wanna stick around a bit further, I'll tell you my (excruciatingly long) story about how I got into Outlast :) along with how much it has invaded my brain and life :') and maybe get a little ~personal~ hehe

STORYTIME:

So, the game came out in 2013. Nearly 10 years ago. I was 12 at the time of its release. Let me tell you…this game was a HUGE impact in the horror community. HOLY. SHIT. It changed the way I looked at lockers and beds. I remember it being critically acclaimed (and rightfully so). It may have not been the most technical video game, but it certainly was a piece of art.

I remember commercials being shown everywhere. The trailer of beta Miles Upshur running and parkouring through Mount Massive while being chased by the tiny beta model of Chris Walker will forever be canonized as part my childhood. I remember specifically heading to the bathroom from my living room and my dad interrupting me to say “Hey! Check this out!” and then proceeding to play the trailer for my 12-year-old eyes. I was scared shitless.

Couple weeks later, Conan O'Brien featured Outlast in one of his segments of “Clueless Gamer” (yeah, my family and I used to watch Conan lol). I was very familiar with Slender and Amnesia, which were the 2 other games featured in this Halloween special, but this was the first time I REALLY got to check out Outlast.

Now, let me preface that during this time, internet culture was very interesting and even less safe than it is today. I had a ton of bad experiences on the internet during my childhood. But oddly (and embarrassingly), the emo/scene/horror/creepypasta culture was what brought me comfort amongst a sea of awful things you could find on the internet. It was probably unhealthy for my developing brain, but I indulged in a lot of angst that was presented with heavy gore and violence. And to be honest, looking at this kind of stuff at a young age helped me process a lot of my own personal shit that I experienced outside of the internet realm. (To be clear, I don't endorse this type of violence, and I don't endorse exploring the internet in the same way I did as a child—it was probably very unhealthy and I think it caused some early development issues.)

But nothing—and I mean NOTHING—scratched that itch more than the way Outlast did. I watched the finger cutting scene in Conan's “Clueless Gamer” and was fucking mortified. I was scared of the dark for weeks. But I remember spending that night in my bedroom looking at more Outlast content to get that cathartic fix to fill my emotional hole of…I don't know…morbid curiosity? I definitely felt shame at the time. I don't know. In recent years, I've been on this journey to process stuff I experienced during my childhood and I struggle to go about my middle-school/junior-high stage because…I don't know…puberty? Access to the internet? I once got bullied by a forum of adult men for posting fan art LMAO. I was 12 years old—I forgot what the fan art even was. ANYWAYS, yea. That was only one instance of my conglomeration of internet experiences. (Like many other peeps, I had to hide my gender & racial identity to preserve my sanity). Indulging in gore art was therapeutic and helped me release negative emotions in a non-harmful way. Horror-genre communities online have been mostly friendly and welcoming towards me. That's probably why I fell in love with Outlast as an art rather than a video game.

I wasn't in the fandom straight off the bat. I had other hyper fixations at times but I navigated through these other fixations with this personal “Outlast standard” where the art and fiction I consumed needed to be horror-themed, gorey, or angsty. And Outlast isn't solely to blame. I was into gore and angst before the game came out. It just so happened that it came out at such a perfect time in my life. (Horror made my queer self feel accepted)

This whole “Outlast standard” stuck with me throughout high school. Uh… this next bit of information may get a little personal. During my sophomore year, someone really important in my life passed away. Then I had this life-impacting thing happen during my junior year that changed how I perceived things forever (lol, this sounds so dramatic). I turned to art to help me process and yada yada… but y'know what really helped? You know what I turned to when I needed to “scratch the itch”? (I bet you'll never guess)

I finally considered myself a part of the Outlast fandom in 2018-2019. I was a high school junior/senior and I posted the Outlast-Outkast animation that got retweeted by Red Barrels. Had a lot of fun in the fandom during that time and it helped get my mind off of things. Also, I loved the fact that Waylon graduated from Berkeley. I was applying to colleges during this time and it made me romanticize Berkeley, lol. I ended up getting accepted. Had an awesome time. I recently graduated and got my Bachelor's. I'm very privileged and gracious for my experience. I spent a lot of grueling time and energy dedicated towards my education.

During my college years, a lot of the unprocessed shit from my childhood started resurfacing and it was becoming hard to navigate through life. I became really disconnected with people who were close to me. Art started to fall out of my life. Stuff happened. Got in touch with psychiatrists thanks to my college's free health services. I don't mean to downplay or normalize what happened, but I'll bring up that many college students deal with mental illness and depression (and this could be attributed to many things: moving away from family, student-life, financial pressure, pressure to secure jobs/internships, living alone for the first time, maturing into an adult, etc. etc.).

But I remember sitting alone in my studio apartment one weekend and started surfing Tumblr. I came across new Outlast fan art and it sparked my hyper fixation all over again. I re-read the comics and—OKAY THIS IS GONNA SOUND FUCKING RIDICULOUS—but I started jogging because Miles went on jogs LMAOOAKJDGHJAHKGFL. I finally picked up the pencil and started drawing again (after like…months) and drew Miles and Waylon flipping off Murkoff. And THAT was when I realized what the narratives of Outlast were actually about—FUCKIN' CAPITALISM AAUGGGHHH. MY LITTLE POOPOO BRAIN AT AGE 12 NEVER UNDERSTOOD THAT. AND NOW THAT I'M AN ADULT—NOW THAT I CAN BLATANTLY SEE MYSELF AND MY PEERS AS VICTIMS/PRODUCTS OF CAPITALISM—CAN FINALLY FIND SO MUCH VALUE AND MEANING IN THIS GAME HHHRHRJGHKSDKFGLAJKDG SAY W H A T IM GONNA *explodes*

Then a year later, I started drawing more and more again. Trials' promotional marketing was becoming more prominent. I started posting my fan art on Tumblr. Then I made the fanimation (thank you Mr. Baichoo, you're so awesome, I will forever be a fan of yours) and now here I am. Still fixated on this silly little game for nearly 10 years. WHEW.

I FEEL LIKE A SHRIMP CHIP. Anyways, thanks. I much needed to get this off my chest.

Also, hey! Just wanted to say thanks for the friendly and welcoming interactions in this space. It feels so much safer and more comforting than previous internet experiences I've had. Since 2013, the fandom has evolved a lot. In my opinion, it has evolved for the better. The resurgence of new fans bring such refreshing perspectives and fields of knowledge that haven't been influenced by some of the harmful internet culture that I grew up in. So truly, many thanks to y'all for making the fandom space a nicer place (especially for such a heavy game). Also, what the heck, everyone in the fandom is seriously so talented and artistic

Uh… fan art time? (old stuff/sketches I haven’t posted)

But seriously if you got this far, thank you

#outlast video essay #brybryby text

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arthenaa · 1 year

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college! graphic design artist! seb x fem! reader sneak peek (inspired by true events HAHAHA i projected me and my gfs experience on this)

an: might turn into a fic !! a mix of socmed au and writing. if ever i dont turn it into a fic, ill be uploading a completed ver soon of this whole meow meow. for now enjoy!

It was supposed to be a time for discussion. Thesis work was what you exactly hoped for; a pain in the fucking ass. It was mostly expected that you'd already have a planned group before the semester started as it was a course that would last for 3 whole semesters.

That meant you'd be spending a whole school year (basically) with that group of people.

Alas, your introverted self only relied on randomized groupings and you only had a very very small social group that had different schedules from yours. You were doomed and panicking.

Luckily with the help of your professor, whom you had discreetly approached with your problem after seeing that other groups had already filled in their required numbers— had placed you in a group of four who had still yet to find a 5th member. You were thankful, yes, however, the present predicament had proved to be quite troublesome for your performance on your first meeting.

Three of your groupmates were absent. Three.

You think it might be alright to work as a pair for now considering that one was out of town, one had org duties and the other was not feeling well but the anxiety of being in a new setting with new people wasn't really doing good for you right now.

You had to depend on this man for a short presentation due in like 2 hours and you were both doing nothing.

You look down at your notes, scribbles of possible topic ideas written haphazardly across the sheet of paper. Your eyes then flicker back onto the man sitting adjacent to your seat.

You forgot his name but his face was hard to miss. You first saw a glimpse of him hosting one of the school's functions and had a great relationship with most of your professors. He was a popular kid but a good one based on your assessment of character.

He was slouched on his seat, legs stretched out on the floor and crossed over one another. He lets out a yawn as he rests his cheek on his arm propped up on the armchair while his eyes never seemed to leave the screen of his Macbook.

He seems to be busy typing several things which made you slightly feel scared that he might've been doing things by himself and forgetting your presence.

This is obviously something you're entirely assuming as he looks up from his laptop and locks eyes with yours.

You immediately look down at your notebook and begin busying yourself with the tassels of your bookmark. A flush spreads across your cheeks at being caught staring.

How could you not stare? He was known to be friendly and someone you saw often due to his reputation and connections with various school organizations. He had an overall approachable personality and was practically an attention magnet.

And also because he was .... cute.

College life wasn't exactly as much fun as your older friends used to say. It was a nightmare and an obligation you had to begrudgingly attend to. Uni days consisted of you just trying to survive throughout the week so it's safe to say your love life was as dry as the fucking desert. It was super rare to see a guy this cute in your field.

You allow yourself to scan his fit for today. How could he make an outfit as mundane as a green sweater and jeans look so ... good? The rings adorning his fingers and the black strapped watch on his wrist added to the charm and you could only will yourself to not stare even further as you'd probably be deemed as a creep by this poor young guy.

"Hey," His voice snaps you from your reverie causing you to flinch in your seat. Your look up at him in surprise as he leans forward to catch your gaze. "Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

"U-Uh yeah?" You answer timidly, fiddling with the bracelet adorning your wrist. He smiles at your answer before responding.

"Um so, I've thought of a few topics right now. Can I share them with you?" He asks softly, aware of the quiet working ambiance of the room. You nod at his offer, body positioned to listen to his proposals.

However, he only stares at you as if he's expecting you to do something else. There's a moment of silence that leaves you confused and unsure if you did or said anything wrong. It doesn't take long before you began spiraling down in a chaotic mess of overthinking. You would expect him to tell you his intentions but you certainly didn't expect what he'd do next.

"Um uh, apologies in advance—" He smiles sheepishly as if to warn you of an incoming danger. You tilt your head in confusion before watching him as he leans down, arm grabbing the underside of your chair before effortlessly pulling you close to his side. The chair glides against the floor (thankfully it had guards on its legs so the noise wasn't all that ear screeching) and you yelped in surprise at the sudden movement, gripping your armchair in the process.

It seems to have caught your professor's attention and Sebastian only sends an apologetic smile for disrupting the silence. You turn to him with wide eyes.

"I — What?"

"Sorry. I was expecting you to move but you looked like you were about to have an aneurysm or something." He chuckles as a flush spreads across your cheeks. You huff out in embarrassment before directing your eyes toward the screen.

He starts off like the previous events didn't happen. It was kind of embarrassing for you to see him so nonchalant as if he didn't just fucking drag you by one arm. He lists off his ideas to which you nod in response. Up close, you could smell the scent of his cologne and the warmth emanating from his body. He had such a huggable physique and the scent only lulled you even further to your urges.

You begin to relay your ideas as well, stumbling and stuttering over your words but he only listens patiently. Taking in your ideas and even noting them in his document.

You felt oddly touched. He heaves a sigh of accomplishment as he scans over your topics and plans of presentation. There was about an hour left before the teacher would began calling names.

"Yeah. This is good. We can present this later." He seems impressed by your ideas and makes some edits before slightly bending down the screen of his laptop.

You shuffle in your seat, unnerved by the incoming silence that would again remind you of your troubles with social interactions. He, however, turns towards you much to your surprise. A pleasant smile is plastered on his lips. You're granted by a nice view of his face as the sunlight from the window lightly hits the back of his head, creating a halo of some sort.

Dear Gods. What are you implying by this.

Wait— What the fuck. Does he have a fucking dimple?

"Quite busy aren't we?" He asks, leaning back on the chair with his head turned towards yours. In your peripheral vision, you see his leg moving from side to side as he twirls his pen on one hand. "You seem to always have a lot of things to stay and yet, nothing."

"S-Sorry." You mumble, tucking a hair behind your ear. "I'm not good with..." You motion to the space between the two of you. "This."

"Ah." He nods in understanding. "It's alright. Although, I do want to say that I don't bite. So you can freely speak your mind here."

He flashes you a boyish grin that does wonders to your heart. You watch him run a hand through his curls.

"Do you even know who I am?" He raises his eyebrows expectantly before backtracking. "Well, to be fair I didn't introduce myself and I'm acting like a fucking bigshot or something. Not my intention at all!"

He raises his arms in defense, chuckling at his response. You smile softly at him.

"I-I know who you are," You reply. "It's just the name I'm having a hard time remembering."

"Oh?" He sits up. You feel his knee hit yours and you will yourself not to flinch as your body slightly tenses at the touch. "Well in that case. I'm Sebastian Sallow. ID 121."

"Ah, yeah," Your face lights up in recognition. "Yeah, I remember now— Sorry, I'm just really bad with names."

"It's alright." He shakes his head lightheartedly. "There's a lot of people in campus so I also have a hard time remembering as well."

Your hands fiddle with each other as you glance up at him. He still has his eyes locked on yours and you can't help but avoid his unwavering stare.

"... I also know who you are." He cuts the silence once more. You turn your attention back at him in surprise. You would call yourself delusional right now but with the way he's smiling at you, you can't help but assume he's being bashful for recognizing you.

You? Recognizable? As far as you were concerned, you were practically invisible to the public eye. Just an art student surviving on her own.

"Huh?"

"Um, we were classmates before actually," His grin is wide but uneasy. Like he's uncertain if saying this would ease the gap between the two of you. "On one of our graphic design courses? It was with Professor Garlick, if I recall correctly."

Oh?

"That 6 pm class back in the first semester?" You lean towards him, intrigued. He seems shocked at your sudden interest.

"Yeah. Miss loved your output and made a whole lecture about it." He recalls. You remember her praises about your final output. Gods. He was in that class? "Made a mark in my head for sure."

"That's embarassing." You whine in protest, palms against your face. He smiles in response.

"It was rather eye opening you know? A revolutionary moment for artists—"

"Stop please." You hold your hand out to stop him from further pulling you in a spiral downward to madness. He only smiles wider.

"For what it's worth, it was well-deserved to be praised and discussed for an hour and a half." He quips, teeth showing as he grins at your exasperated face.

"Has your friends ever told you you're quite insufferable?" You raise an eyebrow at him. Your voice holds a tone of teasing. He laughs in response.

"Don't remind me." He rolls his eyes, smile still beaming on his lips. "Besides, I was just merely telling the truth."

"Aha, right. Whatever makes you happy." You gently nudge his shoulder with the back of your hand. It was supposed to be a small innocent touch but with the way his smile fell and his eyes that immediately followed the motion of your hand, you could tell that there was something else going on in his head.

Before you could question it, he immediately recovers.

"Well, I still have three semesters to win you over." He sighs, dreamily. "I think that's a win."

"You mean a nightmare." You snort in reply. He laughs.

Your eyes glance at his crinkled eyes and face riddled with laughing lines as laughter bursts out of his lips. His laugh is melodic and something you could probably never get tired of hearing.

Your eyes widen at your thoughts. That was only a mere observation. Anyone sitting within a meter from him would also say the same.

Yes. yes. That's right.

"You're drifting again." He sits up and its the sudden feeling of his thigh against yours that snaps you back to reality. You gulp at the sudden add of touch and you expect him to move it away but he stays there. You huff out a shaky breath. "It almost looked like you were shitting yourself."

"Gods," You furrow your eyebrows at his words. He chuckles. "You're insufferable."

"That's one." He clicks his tongue under the roof of his mouth. You roll your eyes at his antics. There's a moment of silence before his voice slices through it once again. "Have you... Have you ever thought about what I said?"

"Which one?" You ask nonchalantly, fingers flicking through your notes. You pen taps on the paper as you await his answer.

"The one where I said I'm as bad as you with names." He speaks with a calm demeanor but his voice is hushed as if his words are reserved for you. You can't help but give him you're undivided attention.

"Um," You pause. "No not really?"

His eyes dart toward you in the corner of his eye before smiling that familiar boyish grin.

"I like to make exceptions." He vaguely says. You furrow your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I already said I know you, Y/N." He chuckles. You feel butterflies roaming in your stomach albeit confused at his insinuation.

Before you could ask him what the fuck he meant by that, the professor calls out your group. Sebastian walks to the front with no hesitance and began setting up the presentation.

Just as you watch him work, the realization sets in. Heat immediately flushes your cheeks.

No fucking way.

You stand up on shaky legs before you walk to the front. Your eyes never leave him as you stand beside his figure. You were nervous, yes, but it also had something to do with the vague motherfucker beside you.

You were about to threaten him to tell you what, how, or why but as you lock eyes with the man beside you, he sends an adorable smile and small pat on your back.

Your face stiffens and you could only will yourself to forcefully stand beside him and await your turn on the presentation.

But there was one thing you deduced from all of this.

Sebastian Sallow from ID 121 is doing things to your poor little heart.

a/n: projecting myself on seb when i tried to flirt w my gf. might contain grammatical errors lmfao im so sorry IM FALLING ASLEEP AS I CURRENTLY TYPE THIS.

#arthenaa #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy fluff #sebastian sallow fluff

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