#soz this is a long ass post
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Your Guardian Angel(Or Devil) P3
You go on a date, and Adam can't resist being a dick about it. Set between chapters 1 & 2.
Cross Posted on AO3!
Warnings: Drinking, mild spice, brief dubious consent with Adam(nothing bad, promise).
Words: ~6k
Well found out I'm bad at writing stuff that's not plot LMAO like Reader and Adam shitposting. Wanna do more of it but it's hard for me to write... So probably plot either next chapter or next. Tried to prolong as long as I could soz.
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You step out of the shower with a sigh, toweling off your body and drying your hair as best as you can for the time being. You had a few hours until you were going out, so you were going to take your time getting yourself looking nice and presentable. You wrap the towel around your body, bending over your sink to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you’ve finished that, you move to adjust your towel so it doesn’t fall, trying to decide what you want to use on your hair.
“Weeeeelll, looks like I popped up at the right time.” You scream in shock, your hand fumbling as your towel drops and pools around your feet. You hear a whistle, and look over with a burning face as you see Adam standing just outside your bathroom door, biting his lip and wiggling his brows.
“A-Adam! Fuck– S-Stop looking!” You crow, trying to cover your bits as best you can as you bend down to pick up your towel. He just laughs, pointing a finger at you as you try to remain a shred of modesty. Your face and body are unbearably warm right now in embarrassment. You can’t even look him in the eye.
“Chillaaaax, sweet-tits, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Comes his too haughty for your liking response. Somehow, you burn even more at that as you try to wrap your towel around yourself.
“W-What? You’ve… Seen me naked before?” You tremble a bit, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sudden admission to the lack of privacy.
“Duh. I have this orb thing that lets me just look in on you whenever I want. I don’t really use it, though, don’t care enough to watch your boring ass life.” He says it so nonchalantly, you can’t help but to feel goosebumps raise over your skin. The look across your face must’ve caught his attention, as he just gives another wave of his hand and roll of his eyes as he turns away from you. “It’s a Guardian thing, don’t make it fuckin’ weird now. I mean, unless you wanna.” He looks back at you with a sly leer, raising his brows once again.
“No!” You respond, almost immediately, appalled at the implication. One that an angel was making, no less! Wasn’t he supposed to be more… Virtuous? You do remember the last time you saw him, though… Implied he could really get away with whatever he wanted. There has to be certain boundaries that can’t be crossed, though. He just shrugs, turning away boredly.
“Your loss, babes.” He makes his way into your bedroom, and you follow after him as you finish fixing your towel around yourself.
“Isn’t lust a sin?” You can’t help but ask as he spreads out his wings and flops back onto your bed carelessly.
“‘Isn’t lust a sin!?’” He mocks you in that stupid ass voice again, and you puff out your cheeks in annoyance. “I don’t sin. I’m fuckin’ Adam, in case you forgot. I’m perfect.” He grins, pointing at himself. He then proceeds to roll over to his side, propping his head up with a hand as his elbow rests on the bed. You just suppress a sigh, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly. Wait… He was here. Did that mean…?
“Was I about to die?” You suddenly gape, looking around the room, wondering what was going to happen. An earthquake? Maybe you use a blow dryer and you almost get electrocuted? Slipping and falling out of the shower, perhaps? You look back when he doesn’t respond at first, and you see the face he makes.
“The fuck? No, what?” He frowns, and you mirror the confusion on your face.
“But… That’s why you’re here… Right? You come around to prevent my death…?” You inquire, slowly, and a small look of realization passes across his features.
“Oooh… Yeah, nah, I was just bored. Wanted to swing by, see how your shitty mortal life was going.” He declares, flopping onto his back once more, resting his hands on his stomach. His horns rest over the side of your bed. So does most of his body. He’s massive.
“Are you allowed to do that?” You blink. He turns his head slightly towards you, exasperated.
“‘Tits, we just went over this.” He deadpans. Oh. Right. He’s Adam. He can do… Whatever he wants, apparently.
“Err. Okay, right, well…” You shift from side to side, somewhat nervous. Some droplets fall from your hair onto your shoulders and back, despite having tried to dry it off earlier. “Sorry to… Disappoint you? But I’m going out tonight, so I can’t… Hangout??” What do you even say? Did he want to hang out? Just say hello? What kind of weird relationship were you starting to build with your divine fucking angel?
“Wow, finally doin’ something on a Friday night besides binging a shitty show, doing a game, or jilling off?” He remarks, sitting up now as your face heats up even more.
“D-Don’t say that!” You groan, turning away as you cover your face with your hands at his crass words. He really does look in on you! You’re not proud about how you spend some of your weekend nights… You like to go hangout with your friends when you can, but everyone can get so busy. You hear him mockingly laugh, which only makes you heat up more in embarrassment. “For your information, I have a date tonight! So if you can just… Fly off or whatever so I can get ready, that would be great, thanks.” You snip over your shoulder, turning and walking back in the bathroom.
You squeak in surprise as Adam suddenly appears in front of you, wings flared as he hunches over your smaller stature. “A date, huh? Really? You?” He sneers, and you scoff, anger flaring in your chest.
“Yes, me! That’s rude. I’m attractive! And capable of dating. And holding conversations. I’m doing it with you right now!” You pause, briefly. “The conversation part, I mean.” He hums, giving a small nod of his head, crossing his arms as he tucks his wings back against his side.
“Uh-huh, suuuure. And you don’t want me to go with you?” He rubs his chin, and you squint at him.
“What are you getting at? Why would I want you to come with? So you can distract me?” You roll your eyes, inching passed him to go and gather some makeup to put on.
“Babes, if you’re that distracted by me, maybe it’s best to not go out with some other bozo while you’re thinkin’ about me. After all, I am right here.” He grins, slinging an arm across your shoulder. You stiffen at the contact, swallowing nervously as he dips his face close to yours. Why did your Guardian Angel have to be so horny? Looking at the size of him as well, even if you both did end up tangled in bed, you’re not even certain it’d fit… “Thinkin’ about this dick? Don’t blame you.” He lightly grips your chin with the arm around your shoulder, pushing it to look towards him. He cranes his head closer to you. You’re horrified he caught on to your train of thought. “Don’t worry, it’ll feel fucking great. I’ll make sure that pretty little pus–”
“No, no, stop!” As he begins to ramble, you suddenly pull yourself away from him, breathing more rapid. To your relief, he just looks irritated, but he doesn’t pressure you or crowd you again. He pulls back, even seeming to flatten his wings a little more against his side to make himself appear less large. “I’m not– You’re not– This is… Inappropriate! I’m like… Your client, or whatever!” You grimace at the wording, even if it’s true. Adam just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
“I fuckin’ told you, it doesn’t matter. We can do whatever the fuck we want.” He pauses. “Almost anything. Fucking is on the list, though.” He confirms with a nod. You just groan, putting your head in your hands.
“I… I don’t… I mean… How could you even want to fuck me?” You can’t help but ask, as you consider this more and more.
“Uuuh. Because you’re hot and got a rockin’ bod?” He lifts a brow. Well, guess that’s some sort of an ego boost for you… or is it? Adam seems like the kinda guy to stick his dick in anyone with a pulse that throws mild attention his way, really. Maybe you should take that comment with a grain of salt, then…
“No, I mean– You’ve watched me my whole life. Don’t you feel some sort of… I don’t know… Protective, parental kinship for me?” You can’t help but ask, grimacing a bit at the thought. You don’t know whether to feel angry or embarrassed as he starts laughing at you, full blown, even hunching over a bit. “Why are you– That’s not funny!” You stutter out. It’s anger you feel, alright. He straightens up some, trying to calm down, wiping a tear from his eye.
“Oooh. Oh, that’s fuckin’ hilarious, ‘tits. Really, super funny.” He wheezes, an easy grin crossing his features as he puts his hands on his hips. “Nice try, but ah, no. You’re right, in a sense. You’re basically just my nuisance client.” He pauses, tapping his chin. “Mm… Maybe more like a pet.” He mumbles in thought, and you feel another flare of anger.
“A– A pet!?” You cry in outrage.
“Yeah! But like, a fuckable one. Shit, wait no, that sounds fucking weird, back that up–” He puts his hands up, and you decide to bite your tongue as you resist the urge to go and pluck his wings. “Uuugh, why are you making me describe this shit! Look.” He finally breathes in, clasping his hands together as he takes a step towards you. You shift a half step back, and he stops, but continues talking. “To me, you’re just this lady I gotta look after. Like I said, I didn’t really actually watch you. Checked occasionally because Sera was on my dick about it, but that’s whatever. You’re like, what, thirty something now, though?”
“I’m–” You begin to offer him your correct age, but he just waves you off.
“Whatever, you’re old.” You huff at his comment. “You’re an adult, you can make your own fuckin’ choices, yada yada. All I'm saying is: Original dickmaster, right here.” He grins, pointing to himself. You remain silent, still eyeing him, face still slightly scrunched up. Even if you both were two consenting adults(with him falling more along the lines of… primordial demi-God way older than you), you're not losing sight of what you have in mind tonight. Especially not for Adam, who has been quite callous with you. You're not even sure he actually likes you.
“Okay, well… Thanks for all the clarification. I guess.” You utter the last part under your breath, turning away from him. “Still going out with my date tonight. Still would like it if you weren't there.” You then declare, moving past him once more to go and get ready, and you just hear a scoff leave his throat.
“You sure ‘bout that? Hear men on Earth are pretty shitty. What if he tries to… I dunno, kill you or something?” He states, and you can see the squint he’s eyeing you with through your mirror.
“Then you’ll protect me? Like you’re supposed to?” You can’t help but to bite out in response, growing tired of this. Adam hisses out a slow, quiet breath through his teeth, clicking his tongue.
“I dunno about that… I mean, what if it’s your time? What if this is where you meet your fate? At the hands of some dude you think is cool?” The seed he sows in your head makes you pause at what you’re doing. He did say that he knew when you were going to die, but… He’s just fucking with you. He has to be.
“Okay, well, even if this was where I was going to die, then who cares? It’s fate, right? You can’t interfere with that.” You roll your eyes, trying to quell the now uncertain flutter in your stomach. He walks forward once more, hovering right behind you as he cranes his neck down slightly to peer at you. You don’t turn around to meet him, only eye him uncertainly through the mirror.
“Don’t you remember who I am?” He utters to you, quietly, and that makes you pause. There’s no shot he can circumvent your death… Right? Besides, he was just bluffing. You were going to be fine tonight. He backs off, though, abrupt and with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “Just saying. Lotta stuff can happen.” Then he disperses in a flitter of gold. You’ve never felt more uncertain in your life. You assume he’s just trying to get your goat, but the anxiety in you is beginning to try and spin a tale otherwise. You look ahead, just focusing on getting ready.
The rest of the time you doll yourself up, it’s blissfully quiet, which acts as both a blessing and a curse. You can just focus on the night ahead, but it also lets you mull over your thoughts about what Adam said. He’s just fucking with me. He’s not serious about it. Why is he even saying stuff like that? You ponder as you finally get into your car, heading towards the bar you were supposed to be meeting your date. You park, check yourself in the mirror, and head inside. There you spot your date, sitting at the bartop, and all you can think of currently is thank God you didn’t get catfished.
“Hey! Ryan, right?” You smile as you approach, and he looks at you, offering a smile in return. He inquires your name, and you nod, unto which he shakes your hand when you hold it out. Well, it starts as a handshake, and turns into a somewhat unprompted hug, which you gingerly return before you sit next to him.
“It’s great to meet you in person! You look lovely.” He compliments, and you offer a bashful smile, returning a compliment yourself. After you both decide on what to drink and order, he faces back towards you. You both begin to divulge the basics of one another– What you do for work, what hobbies you have, some places you’ve visited before. It’s going fine, and he’s awfully nice, but you can’t help but to feel… A little bored. Any spark you had felt over texting him through the app you’d met him in is slowly beginning to drain. You have a few things in common, but not much, and you can’t help but to feel a little worn down with the conversation. It certainly doesn’t help that you’ve ordered another drink as well. Why the Hell did you do that?
As you’re beginning to feel your eyes glaze over when he talks about a very… Uninteresting work trip he had in a rather monotonous way, something catches your attention. It’s out of the corner of your eye. A flicker of gold. You glance over, seeing nothing of the sort, and shift a bit to draw your attention back to Ryan. Suddenly, your date flinches a bit, and you frown, sitting up. “Are you okay?” You ask, and he rubs the side of his head, glancing around. You look down, noticing a partially discarded peanut shell next to his barstool.
“Yeah, sorry, I… I thought I felt something.” He frowns, looking back at you, giving a sheepish smile. “Guess it was nothing. Anyways, as I was saying, we arrived at this studio where–” You see the peanut shell coming this time, smacking Ryan square in the ear. He looks behind him, and slowly, you do as well. Your eyes stretch wide in mortification. You see Adam, sitting at an empty table, a smirk on his face with an array of used peanut shells on the table. Someone had just left, and looks like he decided to sit there and bug your date. For a moment, a flicker off worry runs through you. Can Ryan see him? You crane your neck over a bit, but by the look of stark confusion on his features, it’s clear that he can’t. “Did– Did you see anyone throw something at me?” He frowns, and you bite the inside of your cheek. You can see Adam’s grin widen.
“No.” You respond, because truthfully, you didn’t actually see Adam do it. You’re sure it’s him, though… Ryan just rubs the back of his neck, giving you a sheepish look.
“I swear, I keep feeling something pelting me… I guess it just must be my imagination.” He murmurs, and your eyes shift past him. You see Adam lining up another shell, biting his tongue in concentration. You give him a warning glare as best as you can without making it seem like you’re pointing your stare towards Ryan, but either Adam doesn’t catch onto it or doesn’t care. He flicks his middle finger, and the shell goes flying, thunking Ryan right on the back of his head. This time, Ryan stands up, flustered as he looks around to try and catch the culprit. You dig your nails into your palms as Adam begins to laugh, pointing at your date as he leans back in the chair.
“Ahah– You should– You should see his face. He’s so pissed. And confused. Not– Not sure which he’s more of.” He cackles. You try your best– You really, really do. You want to be upset with Adam interrupting things, but you can’t help giving a snort of laughter. You then cover your mouth, trying to stifle it as best as you can as Ryan’s head swivels around to catch the culprit.
“Are– Are you okay, Ryan?” You try not to wheeze or show that much of a smile as he huffs out, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“No– I mean, yes, I just– There is somebody here who is pelting me with… With something.” He finally looks at the ground, near him, seeing the shells. “With peanuts, I suppose… I can’t find out who.” You feel guilty, now, as you see the embarrassed look across his features. Even more guilty that you have to pretend like he’s crazy. Is this gaslighting?
“Are you sure? I haven’t seen anyone doing anything.” You finally say. You don’t feel good about it, but what can you do? Tell him your primordial guardian angel that acts like a twelve year old is flicking used peanut shells at him?
“Yes, I’m sure! I think I am, at least.” He’s looking more and more uncertain now, sheepishly sitting back down. You offer him a comforting pat on his hand as he takes a sip of his drink, trying not to draw your eyes away from him as Adam comes over.
“This dude is soooo boring. Why don’t you fuckin’ leave already?” He scoffs, crossing his arms as he glowers down at Ryan. You stiffen as you see someone walking in the path of Adam, but to your slight surprise(and relief), the person walks right through him. Adam’s body shimmers and ripples a bit as it happens, but it doesn’t seem to disturb him at all. For obvious reasons, you can’t respond, especially as Ryan speaks back up.
“I’m sorry, maybe I’m just… Being paranoid. I’m a little nervous, sorry, but the date has been wonderful so far! You’re really interesting, I’m so glad I got to come out here with you.” He admits, smiling a bit bashfully, and you can’t help but to smile at the rather sweet admission as well. You feel your cheeks warm. You see Adam faux gag himself with a finger, and you suppress the urge to snip something to him.
“I’m glad we got to do this, too.” You respond back to Ryan. Well, even if you didn’t really click, it was still nice to get out and get a drink. Speaking of… Maybe you should finish your second one a little faster. A flicker of guilt passes through you. Perhaps… You could make a bit more of an effort. Ask additional questions about his trip, engage more where you can. “What, uh… Made you want to work as an interior designer? Family, or just something personal?” You decide on, because that can always be interesting. Ryan seems to perk up at the question.
“My grandmother was one, actually! I didn’t realize how much I liked it until I went with her one day when I was younger to work in an emergency.” He chuckles. “I got to see how she worked, who she worked with, and how she would put some things together.”
“Ask him if he’s sure he’s actually interested in women.” Adam pipes up, moving to stand beside you, and you grit your jaw at his comment. That almost makes you snap out and snarl at him, but you try not to as Ryan continues to go on about the experience, as well as what pushed him further towards it. “Fucking– This guy is so boring. It’s boring me and I don’t even have to pretend to be listening.” He groans out, tilting his head back.
Why doesn’t he just leave? You can’t help but to think in irritation. Adam isn’t bound here. Unless… Something is going to happen, but you don’t get that feeling. You watch as your Guardian moves to stand beside your date, now, making a talking motion with his hand while he mimics something similar to ‘blah, blah, blah’ with his mouth. Trying to stifle a noise of anger, you quickly slam down your drink with a sigh, just as Ryan finishes his story. He can see the force you put your drink down with, and he blinks.
“Are you alright?” He inquires, and you sigh out, giving him a smile. Adam is really grinding your gears. Your head is just a bit fuzzy thanks to the drinks. You can think clearly enough, but you also feel on the edge enough to spite Adam with all of his comments tonight.
“Yeah, fine. Sorry. Getting a bit loud in here is all. Wanna head back to my place?” You find yourself asking, quirking a brow.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” It’s more of an exclamation than a question Adam shoots out, and you suppress a smirk, opting for the smile on your face. Ryan seems a little taken aback, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
“I got some streaming services, if that’s to your fancy.” You add in. Ryan was boring, sure. You thought that, but hearing Adam say it and egg you on to leave just pushed you to do this. Plus, Ryan was really attractive. Like, totally your type.
“O-Oh. Yeah, sure, okay.” He smiles, bashful again, how sweet. He finishes his own drink, pays, and the two of you head out. You can see Adam standing in the background, irritation written all over his features, and you can’t help but to sneak a look back at him and stick out your tongue. He just flips you off before he disappears. You tell Ryan to follow you as you get into your car, and he gets into his, and you lead him back to your apartment. It’s quiet when you both walk in, and Adam isn’t even around anymore. Suddenly, you’re a bit irritated he didn’t stick around. You were supposed to be rubbing this in his face… Or something! Maybe not. You wanted him to leave, wanted to spite him, and clearly you did enough to make him piss off.
You’re… Almost a little sad, now. How awful of you.
“Sorry, uh… Don’t have a lot of people over. Or room in here.” You admit, as you motion to only the beanbag. It’s giant, sure, but it’s not a couch. “I could grab a chair from the nook, though, if you prefer.”
“No, no, this is fine! I really like it.” Ryan laughs a bit, taking a seat on one end of the beanbag, and you do the same. You flick on the television, and open up a streaming service. You both look through it, trying to decide what to watch, and finally decide on some documentary(courtesy of Ryan choosing it). You settle in, beginning to watch, and you’re just waiting for Adam to pop up at any moment. Nothing. You tap your finger on your arm. It’s quiet. A bit awkward. Ryan is fidgeting a bit, and so are you, and you suddenly wonder how this is going to go. He has the same idea, as he’s stealing glances at you occasionally.
Well. Fine, then. You didn’t invite Ryan over because he was a good conversationalist. You inch closer to him, and he does to you as well. His arm moves around your back, and you lean closer, gingerly resting your head on his shoulder. A few more minutes like that before he starts to rub his hand up and down your back. You play with the buttons on his top, undoing one deftly. He glances down at you, and you peer up at him, smiling somewhat shyly as he offers back a similar look. He’s the first to lean in, but you’re the first to meet him in a kiss. It begins chaste, even if both of your hands don’t remain so much, before it begins to progress further.
You sit up a bit more, slinging one leg between his own, stradling one of them now. You feel him lift his leg up a bit, and you can’t suppress the small groan that leaves your lips as you feel rub right up against your crotch. He gives a receptive groan and roll of his leg as you grind against him, bringing one hand to run through his hair, tugging on it. His palms slide down your back and sides, before one comes to grope your ass, and the other briefly fondles your breast, before he tugs on the hem of your shirt. You oblige, popping open another one for his own shirt, and he gets the message. You both briefly split from the kiss to remove your shirts, before diving back in with more fervor.
As you grind yourself on his leg, you allow one of your hands to travel down and palm him through his pants, able to feel how he’s straining already. For a moment, you both break the kiss for air, and he takes the time to tilt your head to the side, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck and collarbone as he works his hands on the back to unclasp your bra. You pant against him, head tilted, eyes half lidded, before you catch sight of something out of the corner of your eye. You gasp in shock just as your bra comes off, recoiling in fear as you see Adam standing off to the side. To your credit, he looks completely unimpressed, arms crossed, eyebrow raised as he watches the scene.
Ryan pauses, thinking you were startled by what he was doing. He looks flustered, gaze heavy with lust and confusion. “Sorry! I thought we were… Going to…” He begins, trailing off, and you look back at him, feeling flustered yourself.
“Yeah! Sorry, I thought… I saw something…” You begin to apologize, and you hear Adam blow a raspberry and give a thumbs down.
“C’mon, it was just gonna get good! Thought you wanted to fuck him, ‘tits. That’s why you invited him over, right?” He sneers, walking over now, looming over the two of you. You can’t help but to stare up at him, eyes wide, body incredibly warm in both arousal and embarrassment. It looks strange to Ryan, obviously, and he draws you back to him with a hand slowly creeping up your back.
“Are… Are you okay?” He asks, quietly, tentatively.
“Y-Yes, I’m…” You taper off, unsure what to say. Adam shifts to stand behind you, putting a hand on your neck, slowly pushing your body closer to Ryan.
“Well, go on. Fuck him. You wanted to, right?” He hisses out, and you find yourself trembling. Why is… Why is Adam doing this? Why is he egging you on, when it sounds like he doesn’t actually want you to be doing this? Is this a test? Your trembling doesn’t stop, and that’s finally when Ryan grimaces a bit, pushing you back. Adam doesn’t force you forward anymore, letting you go as your date sits up.
“We don’t have to do this. It’s fine. It’s, um… A bit late, anyways, I should probably… Head out…” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he takes his hands away from you. You let out a breath, giving a small, spaced out nod as you shakily roll to the side. Ryan grabs his shirt, deftly slipping it back on and buttoning it up. All you can do is sit and watch, feeling Adam squinting at you out of the corner of your eye. Ryan gets to his feet, finally, clearing his throat once more as he looks down at you. “It was… Nice to meet you.” He winces, rubbing the back of his neck, and all you can do is purse your lips and nod in response. He takes that as his queue to leave, awkwardly turning and shuffling out to the door.
“...Drive safe.” You balk, weakly, after him as the door shuts behind him. You’re still topless, arms covering your breasts, and once he’s gone, you hear Adam sigh out.
“FINALLY. Holy shit he was soooo boring. Can’t believe you were trying to prove some point by inviting him over.” The angel huffs, plopping down next to you on the beanbag as you grab the remote. You just sit there, frozen, unsure of what to do or say. You feel as awkward as Ryan felt earlier as he begins to flip through channels. “I mean, not like that guy would’ve actually gotten you off I bet.” He laughs, flaring a wing out to slap you with it. You sputter lightly, shifting forward as you feel the soft feathers against your back. “Be a babe and get me some chips, will ya?” Numbly, you just stand up, still trying to process everything that’s happening. You still feel flustered. The inside of your underwear are slick, a true testament to how long it’s been since you’ve fooled around with someone else.
For a moment, you just stare down at Adam. He glances up at you, looking bored, and then irritated. He opens his mouth to say something, but you finally find your voice. “What– Why– Why did you do that? Interrupt us? Do you know how… How inappropriate that was!?” Now that the shock and embarrassment is wearing off, you finally feel anger broiling to the surface. You wave your hands about somewhat for emphasis. “You could have just interfered with something big for me! What if him and I were like… Fate, or something!? He could’ve been the love of my life! I’ll never know what could’ve been, now, because you popped up and were fucking weird!” You’re flushed again, baring your teeth in anger. What infuriates you even more is that, even though Adam’s eyes don’t have pupils, you can very clearly tell that he’s staring at your boobs. Right, you’re still shirtless.
“Adam!!” You shriek in frustration, grabbing your shirt and throwing it at his face. It’s his turn to sputter out, grabbing the garment as you snatch up your bra and begin to storm away, starting to put it back on.
“Chill, bitch, I’m listening! Why the fuck you getting so uppity for?” He snaps out, and you hear him get up too. Well, you hear the beanbag shift slightly, and you don’t even hear him as he seems to glide effortlessly over to you, grabbing your arm and flipping you around to face him. At this point, your bra is back on, but his eyes are actually on your face this time. “I literally helped you!”
“Helped me!?” You blanch, incredulous at his claim. “How the fuck did cockblocking me help me!? Everything was consensual!” He just sneers at this, poking a finger into your chest.
“Because you didn’t actually want it. You were just trying to prove a point, weren’t you?” He snips back, and your mouth opens. Goddammit, he’s right… Partially. You had just done it as a ‘fuck you’ to him, with how rude and openly he was complaining about Ryan, but… He was also hot, and it was just a casual fling. What was so bad about that? “Oh, come on, don’t tell me that walking snooze-fest actually was a turn on for you.” He scoffs, and you just shut your mouth. You feel your cheeks burning, and look away, feeling too embarrassed to have this discussion.
“W-We’re not talking about this!” You finally stutter out, and he makes an incredulous noise as you turn to leave. He just grips your arm again, though, pulling you back towards him.
“No. Fucking. Chance.” He grits his teeth, hand reaching down to pop the button on your jeans. You squeal out, trying to writhe out of his grasp, but stop with a gasp as you feel his fingers push right past your panties and slide between your folds. A squeak leaves you, thankfully, instead of a moan that wants to come out. You’re still aching, afterall, even after getting upset with this whole ordeal. Adam brings his fingers out, looking over the slick that thickly covers his gloves, and a sneer appears on his face. “Un-fucking-believable that guy got you this worked up.” He snips, glaring at you and your flustered features. That sneer quickly winds into a smirk, though, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth.
“Don’t–” You try to take control, but can only bite your lip as you watch his golden tongue poke out and drag the two digits covered in your slick down it, before he sucks on them. “Oh my God!” You whine, finally pulling yourself free as you turn away, hands covering your face.
“Good girls don’t go to Heaven when they use the Father’s name in vain.” His hands are on your shoulders, his head craning near your neck. You feel his breath hot on you, and a shudder runs down your spine as you try to suppress whatever primal urge is inside of you that wants you to turn around and beg Adam to shove his fingers back down your pants again.
“I– I’m going to bed– Alone!” You finally manage to work out of your mouth, shrugging away from him, rubbing your arms as you try to stem the heat flaring through your body. He doesn’t give follow, and just scoffs once more.
“Really? You just gonna go to sleep blueballed?” You hear him huff. “Dickmaster right here, remember!”
“Fuck you!” You snarl back, the events of tonight playing out in your mind once more, making you terse and aggravated. You turn around once you’re in your room, ready to slam the door, and he’s just standing there, eyebrow raised, arms crossed.
“Yeah, sure, I’m right here.” He grins, and you snarl in frustration, slamming the door. “Your loss, bitch! Have fun with your hand!” You hear him bark, and you can only assume he’s gone, as you don’t hear anything else outside your room. With a groan, you walk over to your bed, flopping onto it. You rub your hands across your face, grimacing as you see some of your makeup come off in the process. Tonight had been a clusterfuck, to say the least, and you feel on the verge of tears from it all. Part of you wants to cry, but you do your best to suppress the urge, biting the inside of your cheek.
“‘Have fun with your hand’.” You find yourself scoffing out his words, glaring up at the ceiling, before you promptly flick it off. “Fuck you, pervy asshole. Bet you would like me to do that so you can watch like some fucking weirdo.” You don’t even know if he can hear you, but you can only hope so. Or maybe not. How desperate are you to get a jab in, after all? You just groan out, getting up. You clean the makeup off your face, and change into night clothes as you crawl back into bed. The first thing you do is go to the app you met Ryan on and unmatch, because you are far too embarrassed about this situation to want to see him again.
…And, Adam was right. Ryan was really boring.
#reader insert#adam x reader#adam x you#hazbin adam x reader#hazbin hotel#x reader#you#hazbin hotel adam#reader
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⭐️REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED⭐️
My main Masterlist is ASOIAF only (and quite outdated aaaghh) here are the non-asoiaf fandom masterlists: Peaky Blinders, Lackadaisy, Band of Brothers/Misc
☆Currently Writing For:☆
ASOIAF (books >>> show), Lackadaisy
☆Characters☆
♡Generally anyone; it's pretty rare I won't write for someone but I'll let ya know. Sometimes I just have zero interest in the character OR I know little of them.
♡ASOIAF - No House of the Dragon characters, I don't watch it. Book canon over show. Robert's Rebellion is my fav era. It's a pain to go on abt who I do or don't write for so just ask, there's so many damn characters.
♡For Lackadaisy - Pretty much all characters in the comic.
☆Format☆
♡Long Headcanons, Short Headcanons, Drabbles (ficlets under 1k), Quick Thoughts, etc only. I've linked examples. No guarantee I'll do what u want, sometimes I've got way more or way less ideas.
♡NO ALPHABETS OR LONG FICS OR FIC SERIES. Yall how much time you think I got???
♡If you request a single character but I love the prompt, I might add more. Soz not soz! Regarding ASOIAF i wont write for every single person but I'll try to include most of what's asked.
♡I do not do shipping posts - i.e., describing yourself and asking for a ship.
☆Specifications☆
♡Any requests directly related to SA, rape, domestic abuse, incest, noncon, the reader dying, etc will be deleted. If I reference these in my post of my own violition, I'll put up a warning. If you'd like me to tag something so you can blacklist easier lemme know.
♡I know for some media, violence/dubcon/etc is expected. I will use my own discretion for these requests and put up any warnings.
♡Most posts lean femme-centric bc of the fandoms I write for, but I'll do my best to write GN or add on GN options/HCs and mention them as such.
♡NO SPECIFIC NSFW REQUESTS. I will add NSFW and ☆spice☆ at my own discretion. Respect this.
♡Underage Reader will only be used in childhood/familial/platonic requests. No smut. Requests for characters who are canonically underage will be platonic/familial only. Any "shipping" will be crushes, puppy love, etc.
♡Overly specific and long descriptions of the "Reader" (such as appearance, personality and/or whole-ass backstory) will be ignored. I am not writing your story.
☆In Closing☆
♡Don't be rude or pushy when requesting. I am a person, not a content factory.
♡I do my best to do requests in order as I receive them, but sometimes I like to cluster fandoms or related characters together. And sometimes I do what's interesting at the time.
♡Request spam will be ignored.
♡Any requests breaking these rules will be deleted.
♡Do not DM me requests or about requests.
♡Do not ask when it'll be finished - this is for fun, and I have a life.
♡Reblog or comment if you want! Idgaf, but kind words are always appreciated and devoured. Yumyumyum
♡also if u ever wanna just, be feral about headcanons and ur thoughts about a character u can always message, i find them delightful
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omg you should write some of the yj girls are the ghostbusters!! I have no plot for it :( maybe something like their first mission as a team is to investigate this haunted building. (your spengler post inspired this ask)
Who ya gonna call?
Warnings: ghostbusters!au (van, lottie, misty, shauna)
a/n: decided to do this as headcanons instead i’m too lazy to write something fully soz 🙈 ik it’s a weird group pairing but i wanted to broaden my horizon for characters :)
👻shauna would literally be the most skittish mf EVER!!! she’d hear a bang, or another girl whispering and she’d jump out of her skin
👻misty, on the other hand.. that bitch is fearless. she’s the one you’d have to worry about. one of the girls would round a corner and she’d just be standing there like 🧍♀️ “what”
👻lottie would be the “leader” type. she’d have to drag the others along cuz they’re too afraid, even though it’s their job and they’ve PREPARED for this (except for misty, obvs)
👻trying to lighten everyone’s mood would be none other than van!! cracking corny ass jokes at the worst times, “why didn’t the ghost go to prom?” she’d nudge shauna with a smirk, “cuz he had no body to go with!!”
👻seeing slimer agh!!! van would be so cool with him cuz he’s just chilling. but like misty would be the one to actually chase down the ghosts and trap em. shauna would be grossed out at him cuz he’s bright green and SLIMEY (fair) lottie would be so completely neutral . like unbelievably fine with him
👻i could so see van trying to hit on one of the ghosts who she thought was fine like “hey.. you been dead long or what?” 😏
👻lottie would tell the group to stay together, just in case, while misty thinks they should split up, cover more ground but she knows she’s the only one with any balls to do anything alone
👻if went alone, shauna would get herself into deep shit, no joke. seeing anything, her face would drop “oh shit what was that” and it was a roach like. her and van would be the ones running around, getting chased after
👻”guys we have to focus, let’s just get this done” misty says to the pair after finding them shaking and crying in a corner (real) lottie’d just be in her own world, wandering around, getting lost, bumping into things.
#yellowjackets#yj#shauna shipman#van palmer#lottie matthews#misty quigley#my fic#daisys whimsical words#hope this was okay!!#ghostbusters!au#lottieshaunamistyvan#is that even a tag#probably not#help#headcanon#headcanons#ghostbusters x yellowjackets
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SBI AU LOVERS HIIII
This morning me and my friends were having discussions about our brains and aphantasia and so on and so forth. The thing is, my brain is just silence apart from songs. I can’t see anything, and when i try say words they repeat as if on a broken record and I cant think of anything else
HOWEVER!!!!! My creativity is unstopped, and so I have a longggggg long list of unfinished fics of all varietys, a few of which (one from each duo, i have a folder for each sbi duo oml) I am shortly explaining below with a snippet and how many words of it i have written, because my word is overloaded with documents i don’t touch so :D
Enjoy!!!
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1. Angel duo - Phil is a worker in the music industry who finds people who could make it, and Tommy’s just trying to have fun playing music.
667 words
Phil: hey mate i think you’re great-
Tommy: not interested soz xx
Phil: … wanna be my son instead then?
2. Bedrock bros (this one was difficult i have 11 bedrock bros docs in this folder so) - Techno has a boring ass life, routine shit, and Tommy is this magical child who almost gets hit by his car. Soon Techno finds this child trailing after him everywhere he goes, and so he has no choice but to become his dad.
2376 words
3. Crimeboys - fic inspired by Unlikely Events, which is inspired/based off of Detroit Become Human, highly recommend both!! Wilbur is a detective who was given the job of looking into deviants, but on one of his searches he finds an unopened android box, and inside is an android called Tommy, who is believed to have been bought for illegal purposes. Wilbur plans to exploit this, but is shocked to find himself growing attached, and even more shocked to find Tommy growing attached too.
6340 words
4. Emerald duo- this fic is LONGGG so in very summarised summary- Techno was kidnapped as a young child and raised in a ‘vigilante programme’. Phil, the number 1 hero, had his child stolen from him when the kid was only a few days old. So, when a vigilante is on the streets with the same emerald he gifted his missing child and bright white wings too similar to his own pitch black, he gets curious, but finds out way more than he bargained for.
23,846 words (i made designs for this man and everything)
// brief mention of the following: abuse, abandonment
5. Sand duo (i have 1 sand duo fic - i should fix that)- i basically got bored one day and said ‘i’m going to make father and son suffer- oh and tommy’s unalive too :D there’s no point in summarising it you can get the gist from one screenshot
427 words
// blood implication, death mention
6. Twins duo- they’re twin brothers and they’re ninjas, they fight horrible criminal organisations and bump into a father and his son who got roped into it. But guess what? There’s also MAGIC. Phil has magic, which is weird cus Techno didn’t notice and Techno ALWAYS notices, cus he’s awesome like that. Anyways they keep bumping into eachother and become family in the end
3125 words
Anyways if you enjoyed this I’m glad :D i might make another one, yknow with my 49 unfinished sbi fics, this was only SIX of them, so :D
Good day, and check out my ao3 if you like my writing cus i actually do post some of the stuff i write!!! <33 (issybettyx)
#mcytblr#dream smp#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#technoblade#philza#sbi#sleepy bois inc#dream smp au#angel duo#bedrock bros#crimeboys#sand duo#twinsduo#emerald duo#twins duo#sbi au
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Ice cream (robin arellano x reader)
Y/n pov:
Today was like any other day, I woke up to my ‘alarm’ “wake up Y/n or your gonna be late!” Finney said tapping me repeatedly which was annoying so i slapped his hand away. “ow” he said quietly, i finally decided to wake my lazy ass up out of bed bc i was going on a date with my boyfriend robin. i got changed to a white crop top n some black track pants including white vans that matched my fit. Gwen and finn was already waiting for me out the porch, “ hurry up you took sooooooo long!” gwen whined while over exaggerating a bit “ “ oh shut up, keep walking” i said using the hand movement.
while we were walking to school we saw a huge crowd so we quickly ran over and we saw robin fighting moose. “ i will pin you like a nail! you scrawny little beaner” moose said so confidently knowing he’ll loose the fight “then do it” robin said know he’ll smash him. Moose punched first while robin dodged and then the next thing you know moose was bleeding from his nose because robin kicked his ass. after that everyone left the circle while robin walked away with bloody knuckles, and of course like a good girlfriend i am i followed him, “ hey are u ok ml?” “ i’m fine but damn moose got sharp teeth” he chuckled which made me smile “ are we still on for ice cream?” he asked grabbing my hand as we walking in the entrance of school “of course!” i said kissing his cheek. and off we went to our classes.
!Time skip! bc i’m to lazy to do the rest of the day😀
the bell finally rang and i got up the fastest especially before we got a whole essay. I somehow saw robin already outside of my class, he probably skipped again “hey” he said wrapping a arm around my shoulder “hola” i replied back “let’s go” he said walking out of the hell hole. we finally made it to the ice cream parlour, and while we were waiting in line we saw the mean girls wearing pink since it Wednesday ( haha get? no ok..) they were staring at robin doing a smile and wave, but robin is loyal and he flipped them off and kissed me on front of them, we heard ‘em scoff loudly and turn around. “hello guys! what can i get for you?” the man asked getting his scooper ready, “um can i get the strawberry? in a cone” robin said while pointing to it, “and may i pls get a vanilla in a cone as well” i said getting the money out “i’ll pay, my treat” he said grinning at me and giving the money to the person. we sit down at a table bench thing and talk for a while u til he moves my ice cream to my nose so then i have a little blop of white cold cream making me look like a clown with no makeup, “broo, why” i whined doing it to him “twinss!!” he said sounding like a little child getting a stuff toy, i wiped it off my nose n smeared it on to his cheek. “BHAHAHAHAHAHAH, you look like penny wise, hddhhfbdjs” i said well more like laughing like a psychopath “ haha now help me get it off” he said grabbing a tissue trying to wipe it off but missed. after i helped him wipe it off we went back to his house and watched TV n cuddle for the rest of the night. ——————————————————— hellooooo! third post, soz i haven’t posted a lot the past week but here u go kinda quick n boring but enjoy!❤️🔥. - finn8yblak3x
#finn8yblak3x#finney blake x reader#robin arellano#robin arellano x reader#finney blake#tbp#the black phone#the black phone fandom#the black phone imagine#tbp finney#tbp robin#the black phone robin arellano#the black phone finney blake#vance hopper#tbp vance#pinball vance#the black phone vance#bruce yamada#the black phone bruce#tbp bruce
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💭 ⛪️✨️
For ask game!
💭 Some character headcanons
ok so rufus is like 100% gay like ik hes mlm thats canon bc vincent but i dont think his sexuality is ever mentioned lmaoo so like + he would be a fan of like dua lipa n shit but like hide it so much and act like he listens to acdc and like clive is the only one who doesnt realise his music taste tbh
farah is defos like omni/pan romantic and greysexual + she defos checked ao3 n tumblr to see if there was rpf about her. she definitley wasnt going to read it. why do u ask
gary is transfem bc i said so rn (im bsing these hcs on the spot based on vibes ima be real) and defos experimented w dudes in like pallamistus equivelent to collage/uni and still fucks em sometimes so hes like hetroromantic/bisexual w preference for women also he learnt how to make coloured metal and then made pride flag swords (i dont think pallamistus would have many pride flags but i think there would maybe be a rainbow pride one + jason showed ppl pride flags from earth and started making it a bit of a thing by accident
⛪ Favorite deity
knowledge or healer r my faves bc like knowledge as a deity their domain speaks to me like yesssss facts n shit and then healer as a fuckin person is so cool like they use i belive its he/they or he/it since jason refers to them w they/them or it/its at some point idk which but like i just find em v v interesting i love em
also death is such a cool goddess bc like theyre not a bad deity like other similar ones like pain and trickery n stuff which i just like symbolically like "death is not unnatural it is a force of good just like life"
i do have a bit of beef w the whole evil gods being purged out bc like mortals doing that like sure ig (but also like yall r piss scared of a god but u wanna kill em and yall have the balls to do that damn) but like the fact that ALL OTHER GODS ACTIVLEY HUNT THEM is a bit like why? yall r litteralyl forces of nature personified why are these ones bad dumbass why is pain exterminated why is trickery frowned upon WHY IS DISGUISE A BAD GOD????? and then FUCKING PURITY WHO IS TRYING TO DESTORY THE WHOLE WORLD TO BE TAKEN OVER JUST IS NEVER FLAGGED AS AN EVIL GOD??? like yes the gods know its decipt and cant say shit but like surley theres a god who that is within their purview to speak about??? like truth or some shit can reveal lies or smthn
damn thats another rant abt some worldbuildy thinks (im working up the post rn idk y)
✨ Coolest power (essence or otherwise)
ok so i think skill books r super super cool and also masivley underused like wdym theres fucking skill books and noone uses them
like sure u need a whole new power to use em but like just make a ritual like cmon theres prolly a ritual for every cool ass essence ability and like jasons power that absorbs essences n awakening stones also gives him the skill book one like they r absolutley linked JUST FUCKIN RITUAL THIS SHIT UP
FREE KNOWLEDGE
HOW HAS NOONE MADE A RITUAL FOR THIS YET
oh also on the topic: knowledge prolly has a shit ton of skill books on like everything why dont they make skill books for basic skills like reading and writing and simple maths and do free rituals for kids to bypass the whole years long education system that fucks up kids mental states later on (the mental health but is more high school but still)
like yes theres prolly a min age like essences n shit but like. just wait?? cmon its like fifteen years CMON
oh also speaking of the min age is that like a last minute puberty thing or is it like a second magic puberty also surley it would be like "ur defos gettin fucked up" -> "prolly gettin fucked up" -> "maybe gettin fucked up" -> "no fuckedupedness now :3" (like normal)
soz that last one was a worldbuilding rant abt skill books goddamn i didnt know i had that in me wow
#:0 someone spoke#question-of-violence#hwfwm#he who fights with monsters#my autism is popping off today goddamn
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Hello, friendos, welcome to the Thunderdome that is my asshole physical form. Many of you might know me from such struggles as "oh god, why is my uterus trying to kill me?" and "wow, mental health, could you be more of a cunt?"
Little did you (or I) know, life is full of chronic illness plot twists! This year's sudden appearance from stage-right is months-long consistent headaches/migraines.
This fun new form of chronic pain presented in February of this year, not long after I had COVID. We're not sure if the two are related, yet, as my doctors are ruling all other possibilities out first.
Which is why I'm making this post.
Being sick is real, REAL expensive. It's a long shitty story but I've basically run out of effective pain management options which means I can't work as a consistent content writer anymore. This is just in time for me to be referred to a neurologist whose initial consult is a coooooool $400AUD.
I'm in the process of securing some work I can actually do and/or skulking back to government assistance, but in the meantime, I need some help.
That's where y'all come in (if you're in the position to do so, of course).
Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
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My shop is a little sparse at the moment but I have a few physical and digital prints up for sale. The physical can only be shipped within Australia at this point so if you’re international you’d only be able to buy a digital print and get it printed yourself (soz).
If you're keen on any of my other work and want to buy a print let me know and I'll upload it as a product for you to purchase. Instagram's probably the most comprehensive library of my current pieces.
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i hope i'm not unnecessarily adding to ur pile of requests am so soz i'm an anxious overthinker u probably hv sm reqs alr 😭
—anon from the long ass req (😭)
It's okay hun don't worry about it!!!
I have a long weekend off from school, so I have the next 3 days to write (WOO!!)
And omg I know what post you were referring to in your request!!! I DROOLED WHEN I READ IT!!!
I can't wait to work on your request!!! Its so AAAAA!!!
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seven sentence sunday
i wasn’t tagged by anyone this week but i actually have something to show for it so i’m posting anyway 😅😅😅
He stays in the locker room long enough to watch the Jeep pull out of the parking lot, and then he does the only thing anyone can do when the man you’re stupidly in love with is dating people other than you.
He drives his ass home and sulks.
Just for the evening, he tells himself. Honestly, Frank should be proud of him for feeling his feelings like this.
Of course, Frank would also probably remind him that if he had been honest with Buck about the whole stupidly in love thing, he maybe wouldn’t have to be feeling any of these feelings at all. But he wasn’t — he put it off and put it off, at first because of proximity to the break up, and then because they had fallen back into a rhythm — field trip chaperoning and beach days and more nights with Buck crashing on his couch than without — that he was reluctant to break. And yes, Frank, he knows they could’ve kept that rhythm, and he knows he shouldn’t assume Buck’s feelings for him, he gets it, okay, but honestly?
He’s scared.
it’s actually 8 sentences but whatever!! i’ll tag @elisela @extasiswings @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @herodiaz @deareddie @nymika-arts @renecdote @evanbucxley and anyone else!! soz if you’ve already been tagged <3
#tag games#ficcery#the best part about this fic is that i really have no idea where it's going#i'm just along for the ride!
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Hi uh would you be happen to be on Twitter me and some ppl in the Fandom have been sharing your posts on Twitter and wanted to credit you threre since we love your posts
:O !!!!!
this is going to be such a needlessly long answer soz i technically have a twitter, it's @/farewellswords (i have it linked in my themed blog and ao3), but i more or less abandoned it back in 2021 and have only popped in every once in a while this year. most recently to freak out about @/VivienneActing (sorry, i don't know his real name!😩) seeing and agreeing with my post djlkjlwjgdlkd it's privated, i've had it for eight years and i'm following 600+ accounts so it's absolute chaos and i left it behind for a reason.
BUT if people want to credit me and let me know they like my posts, that's great! especially since my twitter links to my ao3 and this tumblr! but i have push notifications turned off and probably won't respond, unprivate/accept follow requests, or get into the weeds of other twitter-users' reactions/thoughts about it because that's kinda what made me burn out on twitter in 2021. (i mean, i already saw someone react to my post with "top has narcissistic personality disorder"🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄)
i'm pumped that y'all are loving these long ass opinionated posts😅 but if folks want to chat with me about them, i'd rather they drop me an ask :) you can send asks without an account, right?
#i do have a burner twitter i use only for translations/updates from my boys#if muskrat gives up and the site becomes less like hot rancid garbage i might make that my new main#but for now i don't want to share it#topmewera#asked and answered
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sometimes i kinda just needa be held by the cheeks n' told ima good kid,, idfk why i put this here too after than long ass dumb post </3 soz guyz ill be fuckin' silly again,, maybe make n' anon for myself, dunno
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#self shipping#self ship#selfship#selfship community#selfshipping#self ship community#selfship confessions#selfshipper#self shipper#self ships#selfship vent confessions#selfship vent#selfshipping vent confessions#confession 312
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oh! i dont think i ever posted my thoughts on how roier hands work! cuz in my heart it is canon that he has 6 hands, but how the fuck would it look?
(i know it looks weird and fucked up. it was drawn with mouse cuz i couldnt find my tablet and i also accidentally turned on soft proofing so i didnt notice how bright the colors were. i also didnt really look into human proportions in like 6 years cuz i dont really draw ever lmao)
notes i have in a separate document and expand on the drawing (below cut because of it's a bit long):
there are two different designs that im thinking of:
two smaller knots on the shoulders
“only” 3 (2 + wrist) joints per limb
is uncomfortable to have any tops covering shoulders. tank tops are chill, tops with fallen shoulders are awesome (are comfy and stylish!!) shirts are shit, because where is he supposed to put his arachno arms??? in the same sleeve? have three arms in one sleeve?? fucked up, terrible
the extra arms sometimes get in the way, but he’s used to moving around with them, so it's fine
one big knot on the back
4 (3 + wrist) joints per limb
has to have windows on the back of all of his tops. it's dumb to get into any top because he has to start with getting his arachno arms through the window because there is no way he can get them through any other way. theyre too fucking long for that
dont get in the way and are super easy to maneuver with, are just generally helpful
general truths about them:
his arachno hands are not dominant based on which hemisphere is dominant (probably because arachno parts of him refuse to acknowledge that such a thing as a brain exists). the more capable are just the upper ones. given that hes so used to not having a dominant side with arachno parts, he kinda becomes ambidextrous even with human parts (also because hes a fucking sweat. he can flawlessly fight with both his human hands. la eminencia!!!)
arachno hands are not fleshy. theyre mostly scaly, with short fur covering them. theyre just all around spindly and lanky, y'know?
weird hands!!! doesnt have fingers beside thumbs (his arachno hands look basically like mittens), but both his thumb and his mitten finger are sharp as fuck (the mitten claw looks basically like a knife edge, and he often uses it as such cuz it's easier than just bringing a knife with him. it's not as sharp as a knife, but it works well enough)
human hands have even blunter retractable claws, but theyre useful because it's every single of the fingers, not just one mitten claw
arachno arms are way longer then human arms
also if anyone says that his other hands come out of his body under normal hands, no they do not, i hate that design, that is the least convenient for the user, and also how do you make clothes for that? would you just wear those ass 2010's tank tops that have armpits somewhere around your belly button? ass. terrible design. dont come at me. if i were to not think of the clothing, it's still not great. you would just constantly get in your way with those
sorry, im normal, i promise. im just passionate about that specific design choice. not a fan, soz
#marz images#marz rants#qsmp#marz being creative#< -- i guess? i had to get my whole ussy to just draw kinda accurate bodies and the arms to not look fucked up#but it's like barely art?#idk
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Heyhey, genuinely not trying to be insulting or starting anything, but what's the deal w sone of ur rly old art shipping cirno with suwako? i was looking at ur art as u have a cool style and u prob addressed this as u stopped around 2019, but do you think u could at least add a disclaimer to the old art soz?
Hi there!
No worries for reaching out about this.
I've been online for a long ass time so a lot of the art I made when I was a dumb kid (even as far back as when I was 13-14 years old) was also posted to tumblr. I go into more detail about this when I previously addressed it as well.
I also did make an effort to just skip the need for constant over-clarification and explaining and thoroughly remove such posts altogether on tumblr back then. It is possible that either some went under my radar or were reposted without my knowledge. I don't mind just taking down such posts if there are specific ones you came across.
Hopefully this suffices!
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(Kitvoren) RE: KookyPokedul isn’t so bad (Mobile is awful so I can’t grab the link to the post soz mod)
They may act kind now but that was only after they got called out for their terrible habits. I’m not going to go into the long ass story here but they are the entire reason scalping and hoarding got so bad in the species in the first place. Not to mention they begged and borderline harassed others for their Kitvoren, lel. They are everything wrong with the species. Everyone now has to suffer the consequences of their actions, there are cooldowns on every single adopt batch and w/e
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11 Questions
S/o & big thanks to the kick-ass @lesserknownhero for tagging me! Here are my responses xx
1. Share one piece of media (book, song, movie, etc.) that describes you/could help someone understand you better?
Hmm, that’s difficult to narrow it down to just one bc I see bits and pieces of myself in different forms of media every single day. One of my favourites is Chihuly: 365 Days by Dale Chihuly. It is a photo survey of his sculpture career with quotations from and about his life, the process, little ways to stay motivated, and where he draws inspiration from. I’ve got tons of his quotes scribbled down in numerous notebooks and sketchbooks from my time in undergrad. I really connected with them and the majority of inspirational quotes/blurbs in my senior thesis sketchbook were his. Not to mention that his installations are fuckin’ brilliant. Deffo 10/10 would recommend!
2. Best thing you’ve consumed (ate, heard, read, etc) so far in 2018?
I just got off the phone today with my supervisor and I thought she was calling for one thing but then she pulled a wild card on me and it was something totally different. It’s still pretty hush hush bc details still have to be finalized and ironed out but it’s A+++ in my books. And I can’t wait to share the news once I get the go-ahead! I’m so fuckin’ giddy, I can’t stop smiling!
3. Worst thing you ever tasted?
Olives. Get that shit outta here ASAP. I don’t fuck with those bastards.
4. Can you do a cartwheel?
Hell yeah! Ya girl can do a round off too!
5. One thing that makes you smile consistently?
Easy peasy, my dorky-ass friends. Whether they’re BatE, ArtFam, Cos before Hoes (or in this case we’re both), or anyone else in between, I love looking back on silly pictures and ridiculous videos that we made for a good laugh. It helps with the distance esp. when they are hours, states, and even fuckin’ oceans away. Damn, I love those losers.
6. Any bad habits?
Homegirl. How much time do you have? Bc I could do this all day. Bites nails, procrastinates until the LAST FUCKIN’ MINUTE, slurps tea, mumbles under my breath when I don’t feel like giving a legit answer to something, too loud but also too quiet, leaves socks on the floor, slouching, not washing out my water bottle enough ...the list goes on
7. If you could inhabit any make believe world which would it be? What character would you play?
Any and every Marvel Universe with Kate Bishop in it. Katie-Kate is goals. Also, who wouldn’t want to be kickin’ it in Bed-Stuy with Hawkguy & Pizza dog or kickin’ ass with the YA?
8. Do you have any goals you’re working towards?
Currently, I’m working on building up my portfolio for applying to grad school. It’s a slow process so far but it’s a process none the less. I’m also working on getting into a few more art shows. I was part of a group show in Dec. and I’ve got a solo show in Buffalo coming up in the next couple of months. So big things are happening!
9. Morning Glory or Night Owl?
Night owl, most definitely. But I am able to get up in the morning w/o any fuss. I just prefer the night.
10. Would you rather be able to fly or breathe under water?
Breathe under water!!! How cool would that be?! Do you know how much easier it would make maritime archaeology? For the longest time while growing up, I wanted to be an archaeologist. FUCK I still want to be an archaeologist!
11. Favorite meal?
Omelettes. You can put anything in those fuckers. Literally ANYTHING. My fav is onions, spinach, peppers, mushrooms, sausage and a little bit of shredded cheese.
I’m tagging @timetosavetheuniverse @onlinedragon @sin00kas @sappphiree @stardustheartbeats @sutherlins @spookybreen && anyone else who is interested! xx
Here are my 11 questions:
What is one article of clothing/outfit combo that makes you feel powerful?
Top three fears?
Do you have any recipes memorized?
Can you speak more than one language?
What song gets you hyped up 0-100 real fast?
Bunk beds: yay or nay?
What did you want to be when you grew up?
Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?
Which movie do you know all the words to?
Least favourite meme?
What is one bit of advice you’d like to pass on to someone?
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People can post whatever they want
nice gotcha nonnie except i never said they couldn’t i respectfully asked if mutuals could tag discourse bc i’ve always wanted this place to be where i can kinda wind down and earnestly enjoy my interests i really don’t care what you wanna passionately argue about at the end of the day. the dsmp has its pitfalls, it has its successes as a unique form of media that people have grown to care about a lot through different lenses, people are working on stuff, others seem to be distancing from the entire thing you CAN talk about these things and i see all ppls points of view i follow loreheads many who are my friends and ppl who are personally more lore averse alike. at times i’m interested in reading ppls pov but i’m just here to have a good time ultimately and incessant, untagged discourse doesn’t factor into the equation to put it gently lols
i’ve become so tired with the way ppl go about it there’s no “discussion” it’s inflammatory screaming matches and petty vaguing gotchas where you can toot your own horn that you had such an EPIC & BASED take within your own circles i think if we want to claim we’re sooo much better and more nuanced than twitter then act like it, even if i think the superiority complex is tiring (i scroll my twitter tl more than my dash)
+ if i’m going on a ramble i use this blog significantly less than i used to because it’s not fun anymore simply put to a) never actually see stuff i’m interested in and b) be bombarded with negativity some days at the ass crack of dawn or after a tremendously hard day at work (also i’m just super tired physically nowadays), idk if anyone remembers but more ppl started to use tumblr to post abt the dteam and stuff bc they didn’t like the heated young-feeling environment of twitter, so many of my old mutuals had the common courtesy to tag discourse because we were cautious of other ppls experience even if you didn’t HAVE to be
like you’re right i’ll happily unfollow when it comes to it i have before, i can be turned off the way someone posts and carries themselves and also acknowledge it has no bearing on my life if i don’t have to see it anymore but in a community already so small i’ve always been reluctant, what’s better than coming across nice/funny content when it comes? i’m just personally always stuck at a standstill when it comes to these situations and it’s a thorn in my fandom experience and ik i’m not the only person over it, i’m tired of pretending every other day to ignore it bc some people will be mad that you don’t wanna see it constantly, you have to understand where others are coming from at some point
#asks#discourse#negativity#ask to tag#long post#<- SOZ#if i sound grouchy this day has just started off ass#some customer ate my croissant that was half bitten bro why 😭#but anyways that’s just My pov#in other news i’m listening to casino royale and it slays#derivakat put her whole derivussy into that song
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