#this is crazy I’m gonna draw some guys later
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Just felt the moment when the depression ended and the insanity took over. Who wants to watch me eat glass
#like girl holy shit I have energy and care about things????#this is crazy I’m gonna draw some guys later#anyways nat: 1 SAD: 0
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i am in desperate need of jealous hotch oh my god especially when he was the one who didn’t want any labels he would be soooo frowny 🤨🤨LIKE all frown man more than he normally is which is soooo much. he’d also be a lil sad emo boy when he sees you get comfortable with another man who isn’t him!!! he’d be all “jj😐who😐is😐he” and jj would be like “oh just some guy from other department who yn went on a date with few weeks ago i think its going reallly well & tonight might be the night” and he would TOTALLY try to hide it fazes him at all later that night but yn knows oh she knows damn well hotchy boy is in love with her
i was giggling and twirling my hair while writing this help. i love jealous hotch 😩
is he lowkey toxic in this??? <3333 maybe so! but just a little bit <33 he loves you 😌
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Aaron heard laughs from outside his office. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on yours. The sound of it was one of the few things in this world that could make his heart absolutely melt.
He could almost see you; the sparkle in your eyes, your beautiful smile…You didn’t smile for him anymore. And that was entirely his fault, he knew it.
He missed you like crazy, and he was the only one to blame.
And that wasn’t to say he didn’t have you at all. He was in your bed every other night. He just never woke up there in the morning.
Aaron knew you wanted him to with the way you clung to him as you fell asleep. But he still woke up in the middle of the night and left you laying there alone, in the mess of sheets you had created together.
“What are we Aaron?” he remembered your small voice asking him. Your head was resting on his chest and his hand was drawing invisible patterns on your bare back.
“Do we have to name it?”
“I just…” you started, but he cut you off.
“Don’t we have fun together?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you replied, softly.
“Then it’s perfect the way it is. No need for labels.”
He kissed your forehead and he knew that with that conversation, he had stolen your smile.
The laughs and voices only grew louder and it made him curious. He stood up and walked out of his office only to find the whole team giggling around you. What threw him off, though, was a man he had never seen before with his arm around your waist, as if he had any right to do so.
Who the hell is that?
Before he had the chance to walk down the stairs he saw the man leaning in, giving you a kiss. He was kissing your lips. He was kissing the lips that Aaron kissed.
The little group you had created separated, probably to give you and this guy some privacy.
Aaron walked closer and found himself next to JJ.
“Who is that?” he asked, desperately trying to act casual. He was just making conversation.
“Oh, he’s a guy from the department upstairs. He’s hilarious,” JJ laughed. He assumed she remembered a joke he had said earlier.
“And what is he doing on our floor?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” she smiled. “He’s here to see Y/N. They went out on a date like a week ago and he’s obsessed with her already. Don’t tell her I told you that, but I think that tonight might be the night.”
He felt his blood boil at her words. Tonight might be the night? Over his dead body.
“Hotch, are you okay?”
“Perfectly fine,” he said and left her side in order to approach you; thankfully finding you without “the guy from the department upstairs”.
“Who was that?” he asked, walking towards somewhere more private and you followed him.
“Oh…that was Sam,” you replied casually.
“Sam?” he asked, frustrated.
“Yes, Sam,” you smiled.
“I see. And why were Sam’s lips on yours?”
“Mm…that must be because we’re seeing each other,” you explained, with a tone that implied his question was stupid.
“Seeing each other?”
“Are you going to turn every sentence I say into a question?”
“Y/N, answer me.”
“Yes I’m seeing him. I’m single, aren’t I?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his answer.
“Don’t do that right now.”
“You’re right,” you said calmly. “I won’t. Instead, I’m gonna go pick up my things. I need to go home early to get ready. I have a date tonight.”
He grabbed your arm carefully not to hurt you and brought his face close to yours.
“You’re not letting him touch you tonight,” he whispered.
“Try me.”
- -
“I swear I had never felt more humiliated in my life.”
“That’s so crazy,” you faked laughed. It was probably a funny story that he was telling you. And he was probably a funny guy too; the entire team seemed charmed by him. You just weren’t paying any attention. Your mind was dominated by a man you should be letting suffer with his jealousy.
But God, Sam couldn’t even compare to him. How anyone could?
It was impossible to let go of the possessive way he threatened you not to let Sam touch you. You remembered feeling his breath on your neck and how your body was begging for him, no matter how hard you had tried to act unfazed.
You always loved how he towered over you and…
And was he walking into the restaurant you were having dinner at? Had you manifested him there by thinking of him so intensely? Or were you just slowly going insane?
You saw him getting closer and closer to your table and you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Good evening,” Aaron said with a surprisingly polite smile.
I’m gonna kill him, you thought.
“Hello,” Sam said, clearly not knowing what was going on.
“Y/N is actually leaving, I’m sorry,” Aaron said.
“No, she’s not,” you responded, annoyed.
“Yes, she is,” he said with so much certainty in his voice that made you equally annoyed and eager to follow him.
He was looking right into your eyes and he stretched his arm out, waiting for you to take his hand in yours. And you did, whispering that he’s “such an asshole” while standing up so only he could hear you.
“I know,” he whispered back and you bit your bottom lip so you could hide your smile.
“What’s going on?” Sam asked, looking adorably confused which made you feel awful for leaving him behind.
“I’m so sorry, Sam. We have a case and I need to go with him.”
“Damn, couldn’t you just call her?” he asked.
“I was in the area,” Aaron stated, flatly.
“Right,” he said, not looking really convinced. You couldn’t blame him.
“Sam, I know this is shitty of me.”
“Don’t worry, it’s your job,” he smiled. He was so sweet. You made a mental note to set him up with one of your hot friends, he deserved it.
You made a move to pay but he immediately dismissed you. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Okay,” you smiled. “Thank you, Sam.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
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“You made me leave a date with the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” you told Aaron as he was walking you to his car.
“You wouldn’t be here if you wanted him,” he simply said, opening the door for you.
He walked to the other side of the car and settled into his seat too. “You would have told me to fuck off,” he continued.
“Yeah, now that you mention it, I should have.”
He laughed and you couldn’t help but join him.
“God…what have you done to me?” you asked, letting your head fall on the head rest of your seat.
“I’m so sorry for everything.”
You turned your head to the side to stare at him, but you stayed silent.
He reached out for your hand and held it. “I wouldn’t have ruined your date if I wasn’t certain that you love me.”
“Fuck off, Aaron.”
He grinned at your words. “And if I wasn’t certain that I love you too.”
“You do?” your voice broke.
“Of course I do, baby. So much.” He cupped your cheek with his hand and you nuzzled in it.
“Then why did you act the way you did?”
“I was scared. Y/N…you’re the first woman I’ve been with since Haley. And the first woman I’ve ever fallen this hard for. I don’t know…I felt… guilty? So I figured if we kept things casual, it would be better. I know how selfish that was of me and I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“Do you have any idea how it made me feel to wake up in an empty bed every morning while my sheets still smelled like you? How I wanted to do all these things for you, like - I don’t know - simply pack you lunch for work, but I held myself back because I was afraid you’d get mad at me for acting like a “girlfriend”?” you raised your voice, as tears filled the corners of your eyes.
“I’m genuinely so sorry, Y/N. I wish I could go back in time and change things,” he said, sounding heartbroken. “Sweetheart, if you let me I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise.”
He wiped your tears with his thumb and you kept staring at him without saying a word.
“I’ll wait for you forever if you need me to, take all the time you need,” he added, sweetly.
“No, you won’t have to,” you said. “I’ve made up my mind already.”
He looked into your eyes waiting for your answer and you noticed he had stopped breathing for those moments.
“I wanna be with you, Aaron,” you smiled and kissed his palm that was still on your cheek.
“My love…” he said and brought your face close enough so that he could rest his forehead on yours. “I promise I’m going to love you more and more every day. I already do.”
“I love you too, Aaron.”
“Let’s go home,” he said and kissed the top of your head.
After several minutes of him driving, a question popped into you head. “How did you even know where we were?”
“Do you think Garcia would miss an opportunity to get the two of us together?”
“Oh, I should have figured.”
send me aaron thoughts <333
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I has 30 asks! :}}
@chickenmilk120
@cherrycreamfairy
The only thing that mattered to me in that trailer was Mario saying “I’m not afraid, I’ll do anything for my brother.” Their brotherhood is the only thing giving me hope for this movie-
That, and the blue shelled koopa troopa’s are interesting..
@sqirtle
The idea I had in mind is that they were magically transported to the Mario universe some how, where they ended up in the middle of a forest. They kind’a wandered for a while before finding the Mushroom kingdom. This was right after Peach was captured.
I was thinking that the toad people let them in to help them and later witnessed Mario using a fire flower. That’s when they knew these two were the hero's of legend and their quest began :0
Yes! They don’t have enough food to go around so they try to avoid waking anyone else up. That, and the fact that that Spy and Pyro don’t carry anything particularly useful to them. Nothing worth risking being seen by the camera at least.
In my AU at least, there is no Glamrock Ballora. Its just the main Glamrocks we’ve already seen. The original Ballora did exist though. :0
As for the tiger guy and mermaid gal? They are not in my AU either..
JSOKDFSLDFKMTHANK YOUUU
Not only would he not care and do it again, but he would attack Mario because he is in pain. He would take advantage of his vulnerability.
@bungerpogger
The plans I had for Luigi is that he dies to a Goomba. BUT WAIT HANG ON- THAT’S NOT FUNNY- The Goomba’s in my AU are real monsters. Luigi gets bitten by one and his entire leg gets shredded. Then the venom from the Goomba slowly makes Luigi rot from the inside out.
He rapidly begins to deteriorate over the span of a few days. Eventually he looses all his strength and is just laying on his death bed.
Mario is holding his hand and keeps telling him he’s going to be fine. Everything's gonna be okay, Luigi’s going to get better everything will be fine-
Luigi’s hand goes limp.
...
And then he gets revived by the 1-UP he had absorbed a couple of days ago. All better! :D
@genericstudios
Thank youuu!!! :DDD
I don’t take commissions or straight up “Hey draw this thing for me” stuff. Buuut, the other stuff sounds like it could be fun :}
@network-warrior-01
I think if a little kid came in and didn’t mess with anything and was just scared and crying. I feel like King Boo would show mercy and have his Boos kind’a guide them back out of the forest.
If its some bratty little kid well... I cant say he’d be patient with them.
@burgycreeper405-blog
I’m on desktop. If you click this little doo-dad here?
And then this one?
You can put literally as many pictures as you want. Its never stopped me and said there was too many images. Same thing with the orange photo option. When I fill up the 10 slots I just click the little grey camera and keep adding more drawings-
Yeah I remember trolls. Never saw world tour but I always intended to- here’s to hoping trolls 3 turns out good!
@ajthekingtheking
JSADNCTHANK YOUUUUAAAAAAA
I have! Such a bizarre game concept has no right to have such good animation and interesting (to me) character design-
XD My body is basically just grey and black goop. I can have as many arms as I want! I’ve just found having a 3rd arm to be rather convenient recently.
@crazy-scary-crazy
Thank you for understanding <:} It means a lot that even if some people don’t get it, they can still see my perspective and respect my boundaries.
@dongpuncher-666
The 1-UP has to be consumed before dying. So it wouldn’t work if you just shoved it down their throats after they died-
Also it works instantaneously. It could be literally 5 seconds before they’re about to bleed out, as soon as the mushroom makes contact with them, their body absorbs it and its energy is fully prepared to be consumed.
Also thank you! I’m glad to hear you like my content! :DDD
I’m not familiar with that character, so I didn’t write him into the AU.. <:/
@caronaro-flipaclip
OH MY GOSH I LOVE SPONGEBOB LITERALLY MY FAVORITE CHILDHOOD SHOW--
Bowser wants Peach’s land. Because it is healthy and fruitful. But he has never be able to take it because Daisy and Peach’s kingdoms stand together. Its 2 kingdoms against 1.
But somehow he managed to kidnap Peach. Not sure how he did it but this meant he had the upper hand. He threatened to harm or even kill Peach if they didn’t surrender their land to Bowser.
Its right after this all starts that the Mario brothers show up and end up rescuing her.
Thank you! I’m glad you like my work! :DD But so far nah... I mostly just came back to goof around with the Octo-dads for a bit. Not much work being done on my Octonauts AUs...
When Foxy was reactivated he only went out of the basement for that first night. And Freddy guided him through blind spots in the cameras.
After that first night Foxy never left the basement. Neither did Bonnie. So Vanessa never saw Foxy and doesn’t know they’ve both been reactivated.
@multifandom-traveler
XD You can like what ever you want man! You’re never too old to enjoy your old comfort shows.
Also thank you! I’m glad you like it! :DD
aaaa thank you!!
Also its okay. Internets gonna internet. There’s always gonna be people who disrespect you for no reason. 🤷♂️
@livinwa
snffle.... t-tnk u
Awe you’re too kind, Thank you!
I have not :0 I’ve heard good things about it though!
@dumbfishiesparadise
Wow really? :0 That’s nuts!
@scrumpitouscollectorpuppy
Man, that’s an unfortunate way to find me. But its cool that you did! Also AAAA thank you!!! I’m glad you like my artwork!! :DD
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Look Away - Chapter 1
I wrote a fic for EctoImplosion (@ecto-implosion)! @darnwafflessideblog made an animatic and I wrote this fic based on that. You can find his animatic here! I'll be posting one chapter a day for 6 days. :)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue
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Wes Weston peered at Danny Fenton’s locker through the lens of his Viewfinder Deluxe, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take a picture. The hallway was silent, save for the low buzz of the fluorescent lights. Class had ended ten minutes ago, and Danny was nowhere to be seen. Wes leaned on the wall and let out an impatient groan.
Danny always came to his locker after school, so there was no way he’d skip it the one day Wes was waiting for him, right? No, definitely not. He just had to be patient and then he’d be rewarded for his efforts. Today he might just be writing an article for the school newspaper, but one day he’d be a real investigative journalist, so he would have to get used to doing stakeouts like this.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, and Wes saw three figures heading in his direction. He strained to hear their faint voices.
“I’m just saying, the remaster of Doomed needs to change something significant, or it’s not gonna be worth playing. If they’re just upscaling the graphics, I’m not gonna bother buying it. Why split the userbase?”
They got close enough for Wes to recognize them. Danny clapped Tucker on the back. “Oh come on, Tuck, it’ll be fun. You know I’m saving my allowance to get it, whether it has new features or not. What about you, Sam?”
“It’s pretty important to know how it’s going to play. If nothing changes besides the graphics, it’s basically the same game. But… I preordered it anyway.” Sam shrugged. “New game means new players, which means more people to crush.” She laughed and stopped walking to lean back against one of the lockers.
Danny and Tucker stopped as well. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe I’ll get it,” he said, drawing out the maybe, “but we’ll see what pre-release reviewers think.”
Danny turned to face his locker. His head swiveled side to side, presumably looking to see if anyone was around. Wes was some distance away, but he ducked behind the corner anyway, just to be safe. He peeked back out and saw Danny reaching towards the locker with a book in his hand. Just as his wrist started to sink through the metal door, Wes pressed down on the shutter button. Click!
Danny’s head jerked in Wes’s direction. Wes spun back behind the corner.
“Did you guys hear something?” Danny asked.
“Nope,” his two friends said together.
“Hm. Okay.” Danny pulled his arm out of his locker, hand now empty. “Let’s get out of here and get something to eat.”
Wes waited for the sound of their chatter to fade before peering back around the corner. Nobody was in sight. Good. He relaxed against the wall and clicked through the viewfinder slides to find the newest picture. It was a perfectly framed photo of Danny with his arm phased through his locker. Fantastic.
He walked over to Danny’s locker and rapped his knuckles on the door. It was clearly solid metal. He knew he wasn’t crazy! Danny Fenton really did have ghost powers! But this wouldn’t be enough for the ignorant masses of Amity Park. He’d need more evidence.
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A couple days later, Wes was no closer to finding concrete proof that Fenton was Phantom. He sat at the lunch table, food forgotten, tapping his pen against his open notebook. He had drawn a table with three columns, labeled “Fenton”, “Phantom”, and “Both���. In Fenton’s column he had written traits such as, “appears scared of ghosts”, “physically weak”, “soft spoken”, and “poor school performance.” Under Phantom, there was “physically strong”, “good at fighting”, “confident”, and “protective of humans”. And in the Both column he had “same appearance”, “access to Fenton tech”, “often seen at Casper High”, and “loves puns”.
He had to admit that his list of similarities was a bit lacking. It must have been some kind of act Fenton was putting on, pretending to be weak so nobody would know he had superpowers. He’d just need to get more photos. Maybe he could get a picture of him changing into his alter-ego, although he wasn’t entirely sure how that worked. Just another mystery to add to the pile.
Wes stole a glance at Danny’s table, hoping to see something suspicious. Danny turned his head and Wes quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed him staring. When he looked back, Danny was no longer there.
“Boo,” said a voice from behind Wes.
“Aah!” Wes nearly fell out of his seat. He slammed his notebook closed and turned around. “Oh. Hi. Danny, right?”
Danny laughed mirthlessly. “You know damn well who I am. Look, I’m gonna need you to stop following me around. It’s kinda creepy.”
Wes’s face blanched. “Uh, I’m not... I’m just taking pictures for the school newspaper.”
Danny put his hands on his hips. “Uh huh. Then why are you sneaking around?”
“Um. They want candid pictures?” Wes didn’t intend for it to come out as a question. Whoops.
Danny sighed. “Fine, whatever. Just stop taking pictures of me, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. I won’t take any more,” Wes lied. Shit, he was gonna have to be more careful. How do you hide from a guy with superpowers?
“Good.” Danny walked back to his table and started speaking animatedly to his friends. Wes wished he could be a fly on the wall to hear that conversation, but he knew better than to say that aloud. Everyone at school remembered when that genie ghost twisted people’s wishes, and he didn’t want to end up turning into a fly or something.
He was getting off track. Danny knew something was up. Wes had thought he was being subtle, but apparently not. He’d have to find sneakier ways to get pictures. A hidden camera would be easier, but for some reason, every camera Wes owned turned out blurry when taking pictures of ghosts. So he’d have to stick with the viewfinder. He wasn’t sure why it worked; maybe it was something about physical film strips? Regardless, subtle or not, this would have to do.
Wes would get his proof. Then he’d get the respect he deserved.
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Matt Murdock x tattoo artist reader
Summary: Finally working at the place of your dreams, you get the hardest client of your career.
Notes: When I read The Sweetest Pain (and part two) from @e-dubbc11 it sparked something in me. So I really wanted to make a little piece too. This one takes place in Billy's shop and the stories are intertwined, but can be read separately.
Warning: None. Just some flirting, pining and yearning for hot Matt. What?! So no spice in 3.8K words?! No, sorry. But there will be in part two (if anyone wants a part two, that is 😅)
Words: 3.8K
Standing outside the Anvil Tattoo Shop, you take a deep breath. For longer than you remember, you’ve wanted to be a tattoo artist. For years, you’ve practiced and been working in small, sleezy parlors, anything to get some experience. It had all been leading up to this. Hopefully a place at one of the finest shops you’ve seen.
Whenever you’ve walked past, you’ve been dreaming about working here. The owner, Billy and his employees are immaculate in their work, truly amazing and you want to be part of their team. With another deep breath, you pull yourself together and walk through the doors.
It’s still early, so there’s only three guys there. Billy you recognize instantly, but the other two you haven’t seen before. They all raise their gaze as you walk up to the counter.
“What can I do for you?” Billy asks, looking up from his sketch.
“I was hoping to get a job. I… I love your shop and admire your work so much and I want to be just as great as you some day, so-“ You stop, mentally scolding yourself over how awkward you are. Word vomit as if you’re some crazy fan. Hugging your folder full of your drawings and tattoos, you look to the men before you. “Sorry. I just-”
“Let me see.” Billy gestures to the folder and you hand it to him, hoping it’s good enough to land you a spot in his shop. “Why do you want to be a tattoo artist?”
“Because I’ve been through so much shit in my life and I’ve only ever felt happy when I draw… Or get a tattoo.” You chuckle softly, looking at Billy as he goes through your stuff. “Getting a tattoo is pain, but it’s a pain you control. It’s therapeutic. So whether I’m the one wielding the needle or getting a new piece on my skin, it’s like therapy. It’s something I can control.”
Billy stops and look at you, his eyes looking you over. You see in his eyes that he gets it, that he too have been through some shit in his life. And maybe that’s why no more than 10 minutes later you’ve signed a contract to work at Anvil Tattoo Shop.
The first few days go by so fast. You get your own space and some new gear, watching as Billy works. One of his buddies, Frank, lets you do a little piece on him so they can see how you work. Billy looks over your shoulder at the little skull you’re tattooing onto Frank’s chest.
“Your linework is amazing. You’re already on your way to being a great artist, Shortcake.” Billy rubs your back softly before he walks back to his own station. You blush, thinking this is probably the best day ever in your life so far.
“Easy there, kiddo. Billy is taken.” Frank whispers with a smile, looking at your flushed cheeks. You just laugh, before putting the needle back to Frank's skin.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s not my type.”
You could swear you hear Frank's heart stop for a second. You just grin, dipping the needle again, before tattooing again. “Okay, he is hot. Even a blind person could see that, but… I dunno, just not what I’m looking for.”
“I’ve never heard anyone say that before.” Frank chuckles, looking over at Billy. “I’m gonna rub that in his face.”
“Oh, I believe you.” You both grin as you finish up your work.
You’ve been there for almost a week now, when a new client walks in. Billy had already said that the next one through the doors would be yours and you’ve been sitting on the edge of your seat all morning. But your mood falters when you see his cane and glasses.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but this is a tattoo shop, just in case you didn’t see it. Fuck, I mean-” You bite your tongue, ready to bury yourself in a hole. “Shit, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckles, showing off a beautiful smile that leaves you weak in the knees.
“My brain stops working around hot guys.” You chuckle, but then shake your head, wishing the earth would just swallow you whole at this point. So fucking embarrassing. “Fuck. I’m sorry. Again. Look, I can get another artist for you.”
“I think you’ll be just fine.” He chuckles. Lucky for you, he seems to find your awkwardness adorable. You look to Billy, silently asking if it’s okay or if he’d rather pull you from this client, but all you see is him and Frank trying not to laugh.
“Okay, good. So what can we do for you today?”
“A tattoo would be nice.” He grins playfully and you hate the way you react to it.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place then.” You bite your lip, hating the fact that your first real client is this hunk of a man and not just some random girl. You really don’t want to make a fool of yourself but it seems like that ship has already sailed. “Right, if you come with me, we can discuss the design.”
“Would you mind?” He extends his arm for you to take, so you do, guiding him to a little desk where he can sit while you draw.
“Looks like we know what her type is now.” Frank whispers, making Billy break. They both laugh and you flip them off, making a mental note to kick their asses later.
“Hey Frank.” The man says, smiling in Frank's direction.
“Hey there Red. Didn’t picture you as a tattoo guy.”
“I’m full of surprises.” He smirks and you sense there’s some kind of inside joke between the men, especially when you see the way Frank just smiles, before he turns back towards Billy.
“So, uhm…”
“Matt.”
“Matt.” You say softly, thankful he is blind and can’t see the heavy blush on your cheeks or the way your eyes study his face. He is really handsome and you're instantly drawn to his lips. Really beautiful lips. This is bad. You should focus.
“What type of tattoo were you looking to get?” You question, but you’re not even sure you hear the answer. Something something catholic. Look at that jawline. And that scruff. Wonder how he’d look with a full beard?
“Okay, good good.” You cough, scribbling something down on paper. Matt laughs, placing one of his hands on your arm.
“You want me to repeat it?” He smirks. Shit. He knows. Of course he knows. He probably has this effect on every woman he meets.
“Yeah, that would be nice. Just so I’m sure we agree.” You say, this time really listening to him. You love the idea he has, already doing a little sketch as you talk. It’s a typical catholic tattoo, a cross, rosary and a text, but you’re determined to make this great and special.
Soon you’ve done talking, already have a time booked and an outline to work with. As Matt leaves the shop, you sigh at the counter, not being able to think about anything else than what color his eyes might be. Frank and Billy come up on either side of you, both with shiteating grins.
“You want me to help with the sketch? I think I paid more attention than you did.” Billy grins and Frank cracks up.
“Fuck off. Fuck all the way off.” You flip them the finger before walking back to your desk. This was probably going to be the hardest job in your career.
When Matt returns a few days later for his first appointment, you’re nervous. Not just because you’re going to be so close to the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but also because you want to do a good job. You want to do Billy proud and Matt trusts you. He’s put more trust in you than anyone before. You’ve thought about it, him not being able to even know what you’re putting on his skin. So you’ve done something you never thought you’d do.
With help from an old artistic friend, you’ve managed to make a sketch he can feel. Each line is raised from the paper, almost like braille. You know he probably can’t make out everything, but at least it’s something. You slide the sketch over to Matt and watch as his fingers touch the paper.
“I know it’s not perfect, but I hope you can feel some of it.” You bite your bottom lip nervously, studying his face. He smiles as his fingers dance over the sketch and you see the surprise on his face when he reaches the text, made in braille. You already had another sketch with the actual text, this one was just for Matt.
“You-” He looks up, his eyes almost finding yours as he searches for the right words to say. “This is incredible. Thank you. You didn’t have to do all that for me.”
“Yeah, well… I know how much a tattoo can mean to a person and it’s something you’re gonna have with you forever, so… wanted you to know what I made for you.” You shrug, blushing again when you see the smile on Matt’s face.
“It’s perfect. And the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me.” His hand lands on yours, giving it a soft squeeze. “So thank you. Well, should we get started then?”
“I’m ready when you are. Just let me prepare the stencil.”
You lead him to the chair before walking over to get the stencil ready. You hear Billy and Andy snicker softly, but you try to ignore them. But when you turn around, you stop dead in your tracks. There he is, shirtless. His body is beyond what you could even conjure up in your mind, muscular and hard. So hard.
You’re not a believer, but you almost feel like thanking God for bestowing Matt and his perfect body upon you. You praise yourself lucky he wants the tattoo on his back, cause if he had faced you, you’d never get it done.
After everything is prepped and Matt is ready, you start. He doesn’t even flinch as the needle pierces the skin.
“Just tell me if it hurts and you need a break. It is a big piece for a first tattoo.”
“I’m used to pain.” He smiles over his shoulder before laying down again and you continue your work. Billy walks over every now and then, complimenting your work. You’re happy for the praise, you really are, but you barely notice him, all your attention on Matt. How he breathes softly as you work, a small sigh or groan if you hit a sensitive spot.
“You have a very gentle touch.” He says at one point and you almost combust, thoughts about how you wish you could have your hands on Matt in a not so gentle manner. But you just bite your lip, trying not to say anything.
“You making Matt feel good over there, Shortcake?” Billy teases and you just shoot him a grin, shaking your head.
“Are you jealous?” You ask, making sure to look him in the eyes as you dip your needle. “I can do you once I’m done with Matt.”
“Oh, you got a deal.” He grins and you turn your attention back to Matt. It was all just for fun, both because he was your boss and he had a girl. But you enjoyed the playful banter and flirting.
All too soon you’re done with the first session and clean up Matt’s tattoo. You’re really proud of it so far and you make sure to tell Matt all about it, trying to give him a mental image of how it looks. At the counter, as you make his next appointment, he leans in close.
“So you and Billy… Are you dating?”
“What? No!” You say a little too loud, causing Andy to chuckle as Billy feign being hurt. You mouth a sorry before looking at Matt again. “No, we’re not. I’m single. Very single.”
“Good to know.” He gives you another one of his radiant smiles, before taking the card with the time of his next appointment. At the door he pauses. “So. How am I supposed to care for this when it’s on my back?”
“Oh, uhm… Maybe a friend… or your girlfriend can help you?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m very single too.” With a grin, he leaves the shop and you don’t even try to hide the grin on your face. He’s cute, single and you’re pretty sure he just maybe a subtle, but lewd suggestion. Oh, you’re definitely in trouble.
The next few days you try to forget about your hot client and luckily, Billy has some clients come in with wishes that match your style. So you emerge yourself in work, trying to make the days go faster.
When you walk into work, everyone else is already busy with clients. You greet them and see Billy’s girl is in for her second session. You’ve been dying to meet her, so you walk over. But before you say hi, her beautiful tattoo steals your attention. Billy’s work is always beautiful, but this octopus is something else. You lean in close to really see all the fine details, putting your hand on Billy’s shoulder very carefully.
“Wow! Billy, that’s incredible.” You say with a big smile.
“Thanks…” He pauses and looks up at you. “Shortcake, this is my sweet girl. Baby, this is my new artist, Shortcake.”
She extends her hand and you shake it, noticing the beautiful rose tattooed on the back of her hand. “Hi there. It’s nice to meet you.”
You could see what Billy saw in her. Beautiful and she seemed kind. And she did have very good taste in tattoos, so you already knew you’d like her too.
“Oh jeez, I should have recognized you from your pictures. Why didn’t you tell me she was coming in today, Billy?! It’s nice to meet you too.” You say, genuinely happy to finally meet her.
Sitting down at your station, you pull out some sketches for tonight’s client. “Wish I’d known she came though, so I could have made a better impression.” You gesture to your clothes and makeup which was very basic this evening.
Billy just smiles before looking over his shoulder. “You always look good.”
“Aw, thank you.” You smile with a shy shrug. “You too, by the way. Love the new hair.”
You don’t even think about it, always being flirty by nature, so for the rest of the evening you and Billy keep it up, all for fun of course. Your mind is still on Matt and your appointment tomorrow. You can’t wait to see him again.
“You’re daydreaming again.” You hear Billy say as he keeps working on Rose. “Thinking about anyone special?” He grins and you know he’s referring to Matt.
“Oh, you know there’s only one guy for me.” You wink at him, before returning to your client. You focus on your work, but the mention of your name makes you look up in time to see Rose walk out the shop.
“Done already?”
“She was just tired.” He looks after her and you don’t press him further and just return to your client.
One of your favorite things was to sleep in, just laying in bed, maybe reading a good book. And even though you had no plans before later today, you had woken up at dusk, unable to fall back to sleep. Today was Matt’s second appointment. A small part of you had thought about being slow today, dragging it out so he had to come back.
You had heard about Billy’s little trick with Rose, making sure she’d come back. You noticed it quickly. He works fast, but not with her. It was kinda cute. So maybe you could do the same? No, it wouldn’t be proper. You shake the thought as you get ready, deciding to head to the shop early. Better to use your time cleaning than just pace your apartment.
Getting there, you restock on colors, gloves, needles. Clean around your station and the others too. When Billy walks in, he seems pleasantly surprised, but also has a worried look on his face.
“You okay there, Shortcake?” He walks closer, leaning against the counter as he looks at you.
“Yeah, just… Getting ready for Ma- my appointment. Thought I’d clean a bit.” You smile, continuing to sweep the floor. But Billy's hand on yours stops you.
“I can see you’re not.” He takes the broom from you and puts it aside, getting you to sit down on your chair. “You really like this guy?”
“Well, I don’t have to.” You shrug, looking away. Even though Billy has mixed business with pleasure, it doesn't make it okay for you to do it too. He and Rose had been friends for years, so that was different. “I know it would be unprofessional, so-”
With raised brows, Billy looks at you and for a minute you’re not sure if he truly is offended. But his face makes you giggle. “I’m sorry, Billy. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know.” He reassures you as he pulls you in for a quick hug, before he lets you go again. “You’re talented and you’ll do great. And if that Murdock guy doesn’t like you back, he’s a fool. Now, back to work.”
He pats your back as you walk away and returns to his own stuff. You look over your shoulder, thankful for Billy and for him taking a chance on you.
Walking through the doors to the Anvil Tattoo Shop was the highlight of Matt’s week. Ever since the last appointment, he had been thinking about you. Besides being one of the most thoughtful women he’d ever met, you were funny, flirty and smart.
Throughout the session he had a hard time focusing with your hands on him. Surprisingly gentle, considering the needle in your hand. He hadn’t felt the pain, not really, too focused on you. How your heart would beat faster whenever he touched you or gave you a compliment. How your blood would rush to your cheeks at his smile. But most importantly he was surprised at how much he loved his name on your lips.
“I’m ready for you, Matt.” You say softly and Matt has to fight not to smile like a fool at your sweet voice. He follows you to the chair, smirking as he hears the way your breath hitch at seeing his bare chest.
Like the last time, time flies by in the chair. He should feel bad for being here, for enjoying your company as you defile his skin, but he doesn’t. He’ll atone for it later. Atone for the impure thoughts about you.
He knew he would feel everything more given his heightened senses, but this he would never have expected. How soft your touch is, how your breath ghost over his skin when you lean in closer. Your body pressed against his all while inflicting him with this sweet pain.
Between your flirty remarks and your genuine attempt to get to know him, you ask if he’s okay. How can he even answer that? Now that he’s felt this, he will never be okay again. He is exposed in a way he’s never been before, completely at your mercy.
“How’s it going here?” Billy asks as he inspects the tattoo. There’s about an hour's work left and you’re so happy with what you’ve done so far and by the look on Billy’s face, he's proud of your work too.
“With me or her?” Matt questions, making you smile again. “Cause even though I’m no stranger to pain, it’s starting to hurt a little.”
You all laugh and before you can stop yourself, you gently caress Matt’s arm, promising him it’s over soon. Billy gives you a soft pat on the back and notices how some of your hair has gotten loose, so he tugs it back behind your ear, so it’s not blurring your vision.
“Don’t worry, Matt. I’m sure she’ll make it up to you.” Billy winks up at Matt and you can’t help but play along.
“Oh, you know me, Billy. Always leave ‘em feeling good.”
He just about to say something back, when you hear Rose call him from the counter. You’d been so busy with Matt and Billy, neither of you had noticed her come in. She seems upset, so Billy quickly leaves you to your work and follows her out.
“You know what's happening?” Andy asks quietly and you just shake your head. You’re suddenly nervous on Billy’s behalf. You know he’s in love with Rose, that’s clear to see, so you really hope there aren't any problems.
“So, if Billy isn’t your type, who is?” Matt’s question takes you by surprise. You had never mentioned that to anyone besides Frank.
“Ehm, well… I’ve always had a thing for mysterious guys with red glasses. And I do have a thing for eyes, especially if they’re-” you drag out the last word, watching Matt smile as he removes his glasses, revealing the most beautiful hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, “-hazel. I was gonna say that, you know.”
“Oh, I believe you.”
You work a little more, seeing out of the corner of your eye how Andy is making his way to the door, trying to eavesdrop on Billy and Rose. Dipping the needle again, you sigh. “I hope he’s not in trouble.”
“He’s not anymore.”
Before you can ask how he knows, they return and everyone in the shop pretends nothing is wrong. When you find out the reason behind Rose being upset, you could kick yourself. You apologize to her several times, promising you didn’t mean anything with the flirting. It’s in your nature, but you promise not to do it again.
Everything seems to fall into place and you finish up Matt’s tattoo. It’s beautiful, if you had to say so yourself and you knew Matt would love it when you tell him about it.
“You know-” he starts, smiling softly, “- the last time it was quite hard to do the aftercare properly. And my friend Foggy was not too pleased with rubbing my back.”
“Well, we can’t have that. So what do you suggest then?” You laugh seductively.
“What if I buy you dinner?” He gives you a flirty smile, making your heart beat hard in your chest. “Then you can tell me all about the after care or… You could show me?”
“Dinner sounds great.” You giggle, feeling your cheeks burn. “But I’m not off until 9.”
“I can take your last client.” Billy says behind you. “She can be ready at 7.”
You look over at Billy with his arms around Rose, both of them giving you a big smile. You mouth a thank you, before returning to Matt to discuss the details about tonight. When he leaves, you can’t help but smile. Dream job and maybe soon, a dream man. You couldn’t really imagine life getting any better than this.
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Can you do one where the reader gives one of the guys ( i’ll let you pick who to do it about) a blowjob when driving 👀
Backroad Bliss
Summary: teasing leads to pleasure on the way home from the gym
Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, road head, distractions while driving, implied sex, 18+
She’s driving me fucking crazy. Prancing around all day in her little spandex shorts and sports bra. While I love having her at the gym with me, the sight of her hard nipples straining against the thin material makes me want to bend her over in the middle of the gym and fuck her while everyone watches. Hell, she’d probably let me. Of course today was leg day and damn were her legs perfect. Long and toned, drawing my eyes straight to her luscious ass. Watching her squat, determined look on her face as she moves more weight than some of the men in here could handle has my dick growing in my shorts. I bite back a moan when she bends over directly in front of me to pick up her dumbbells, readjusting my boner so it’s not quite as obvious. Even the sweat dripping down the dips and curves of her body is hot, making me want to lick her from head to toe. God I’m so fucking horny, got to get her out of here. “Hey baby girl, I think I’m done for today. Getting hungry. You ready to go?” “Sure Rafe, meet me by the door in a few?” My eyes follow her figure as she walks away, hips swaying back and forth.
Thank fuck it’s dark outside because I definitely can’t wait to get home. She must have noticed how close I was to losing control and just taking her on any available surface because as soon as she climbs in my truck, she turns in the seat and pulls me over to kiss me. I groan into her mouth, tongue exploring behind her teeth before she sucks on my bottom lip. Her hand finds my cock and my eyes almost roll back into my head. “Easy sweetheart, Jesus.” “Just want to make you feel good daddy.” God I love when she calls me daddy. She has a sexy smirk on her face, still stroking me through my shorts. “Oh yeah? Wanna suck daddy’s cock while I drive us home? Be a good girl and make me come, I’ll reward you later.” “Yes daddy.”
I start driving out of the parking lot, taking the dark backroads home so we don’t get caught. She slides over to the middle seat, hands sliding under the elastic of my waistband. I lift my hips slightly, helping her pull my shorts down just low enough to expose my dick. Her tiny hand makes it’s way inside the slit in my boxers, fisting me before pulling it out. The look on her face almost makes me drool, desperate to feel her lips wrapped around me. When her tongue lightly flicks over the head I gasp, grip on the wheel tightening as my other hand weaves into her hair.
“Come on baby, don’t be a tease. Blow me.” She finally wraps her lips around my head, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks me down, tongue massaging the underside of my shaft. “Oh fuck, just like that.” She starts working over me, head bobbing up and down as she licks and sucks, my toes threatening to curl already. “You taste so good daddy,” she pauses briefly before licking me from root to tip, repeating the action a few times before swallowing me again, letting my length slide down her throat. “God, that mouth.” She moans around me, vibrations making my balls tighten and my cock twitch. When she starts tracing the head with her tongue each time she comes up I know I won’t last long. I glance down to watch and she’s looking up at me, doe eyes sending me over the edge. “Fucking shit, y/n.” Her name comes out more as a moan, waves of pleasure flooding my system while I come down. She moans again as she swallows my load, licking me clean before tucking me back into my shorts.
“How was that Rafe?” She grins, knowing damn well she just blew my mind. “So good baby. Did so good for daddy. I’m gonna go down on you until you beg me to stop.” I catch her squeezing her thighs together, reaching over to force her legs open again. “Are you wet f’ me?” My fingers dance up her inner thigh, diving under her shorts and panties and knowing the answer is yes before I even feel her. “Rafe,” she moans out, eyes falling shut as I glide my fingers through her slit. Deciding I can probably make her cum quickly just with my touch, I yank her shorts and panties to the side, pushing two fingers into her heat. She bucks against my hand, whimpering and moaning, begging me not to stop. “Don’t worry, gonna make you come.” My thumb circles her clit, tracing her favorite patterns into her skin as I finger fuck her. “Such a good girl,” she moans again at my praise, warning me she’s close. “Let me have it baby.” A few thrusts later and she cries out, thrashing around in the seat as her orgasm wrecks her system. “God you’re so hot. Can’t wait to fuck you later.” We pull up to the house and I sprint around the truck, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her straight to my room as she giggles and swats my ass.
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Cold Hands (Ben Mears x Reader)
Summary: There’s something about a man’s cold hands that does weird things to the human body
Notes: This is what happens when the breeding kink comes knocking (lol).
Tagging: @nobody7102 Bella my bestie, it’s here!!! lol.
You carefully tucked the pillow between your legs, trying your best to catch a nap but the baby in your belly told you otherwise.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding little guy,” you groaned.
You loved feeling the little kicks from the get go and so didn’t your handsome author of a husband, but now that there was hardly any room in there, you were really praying for early labor or a way to give the baby his eviction notice.
You heard Ben coming through the front door downstairs and the sound of little feet stamping on the floor behind him. When you looked at the clock wall, you groaned again. It was only three and Mark wouldn’t be due to get off the bus from school until three-fifteen. The rest of the coven?? Everyone was either out of the house or off on a daylight hunt.
“(Y/n)? Honey? You up here?”
“Yeah!” you hollered back.
You heard Randy running off to his room to go play and saw Ben poking his head in a second later.
“Baby c’mere,” you said to him as you stretched out your arms.
Ben tossed his coat onto the desk chair and stuck his bag on the desk before making his way over to the bed. He drew up the Patriots blanket over the two of you, letting it warm you both up. You felt his hands running along your thigh and under your shirt and hoodie but when his hand made contact with the bare skin beneath, you yelped.
“BENJAMIN MEARS!!” you practically screamed.
“What?” he chuckled. “What’d I do?”
“Your hands are fucking freezing......ow, ow!”
You grimaced as the baby started kicking again, this time more furiously than ever. “Baby what’s wrong?” he asked, seeing the pained and pinched look on your face.
“Your spawn is using my intestines as a punching bag,” you half chuckled.
“You gonna be ok?”
“I’m gonna kick your ass is what I’m gonna do,” you laughed.
Ben kissed your cheek before his hand once again met your bump, rubbing soft circles where he felt the baby’s tiny little feet. “Still having trouble?” he asked you.
“You remember what Jimmy said,” you reminded him. “The only time I can get up is to go pee which is a little more often than I’d like at this point.”
Ben rested his head in the curve of your neck but the naughty little grin on his face soon had his hands roaming to any exposed skin on your belly. “STOP IT!” you laughed, playfully slapping his hand.
“Oh c’mon (y/n), you’re close to being overdue,” he chuckled. “You can’t get up except to pee and Randy’s driving everybody crazy.”
“That’s your own doing,” you joked.
Ben rolled his eyes. “C’mon (y/n), think about it,” he told you. “Am I wrong?”
You gave it some thought, but he had a valid point. Two more days and you’d be way past your due date. The last thing you wanted was to be induced and on top of that, you were a little tired of the baby constantly jumping on your bladder at weird hours of the night and during the day.
“Ok, ok, you win,” you laughed.
You yelped a little again when you felt Ben’s hands sliding across your belly and up to the lower curves of your breasts, his fingers gently drawing little swirls and circles as the goosebumps rose on your skin.
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You still couldn’t get over the look of pure love on Ben’s face as he gently brushed his fingertip over your new son’s soft little cheek. Everything about it just radiated pure love as Ben gazed at the tiny little form laying in the hospital bassinette next to your bed.
“I still can’t believe we made him,” Ben whispered.
You hummed as you took in the sight before you. Sean Matthew Mears had only been in this world an hour and already he was the star of the whole coven. Ben carefully picked Sean up and rested him in the curve of his elbows, the baby’s tiny little form resting perfectly, save for a few little coos and whimpers.
“You believe he’s this tiny (y/n)?” Ben asked you.
“Well,” you began. “You wouldn’t think it by how big my belly got and the fact that he felt like a nine-hundred pound cinderblock ramming my bladder.”
Ben laughed as Sean opened his little mouth and yawned. “I still can’t believe he’s here,” he murmured.
“Hey those cold hands of yours really did the trick,” you chuckled. “Although that last one almost had me bolting up through the roof.”
Ben laughed again as he scooted next to you in your bed, one arm around your shoulder and the other protectively holding Sean. For the first time in a long time, you had felt completely and totally at peace.
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RAHHHHHH CAN YOU TELL ME THE SILLY LORE OF YOUR UNNAMED OC???!!??!?
EHEHEEEHEEEE :DDDD YESSSSS!!!!!!
okay okay so
tw for like death and murder and lab shit and stuff, got some mad scientist type bs going on....
none of this is really set in stone btw i have a tendency to change lore over and over and over ripp
basically i just really wanted to make some kind of apocalypse/secret lab type story because all of my ocs so far have been from the same fantasy type story, so far i only have three ocs from my silly little unnamed oc's story (and all of them dont have names! shocking i know!)
so this guy, (im gonna call him 1 for now bc bro remains WITHOUT A NAME) is the son of a pretty prestigious and well know genetic engineer (1's mum is one of the three characters so far and he doesn’t have a dad lmaoo).
1's mum was researching animal/human gene splicing and also developments of diseases and how they travel from animals to humans. yk like trying to figure out how sometimes humans will contract some diseases from animals but other diseases wont get passed on.
this is why 1 has his pointy teeth (bro got his genes spliced by his mother when he was younger) the pointy teeth definitely ALWAYS had lore and definitely DIDNT occur just because i like to draw pointy teeth... definitely
okay so further down the line into 1's mums experiment there was an accident, some kind of mutation she had created had got loose and attacked a bunch of the scientists in her facility, whilst trying to escape she ends up being killed by said mutation (im still undecided on if i should make her cold and cruel or kind but slightly crazy btw... but i'll figure it out eventually)
this facility is out in the middle of nowhere and 1 is pretty much used to not seeing his mum for really long periods of time at this point so he doesn't know anything is wrong for a while. he only realised about two or three months later when the news reported some kind of strange creature in a small town pretty close to the facility, he recognised the mutation and knew that his mum had created it.
later on in the story 1 realises he isn’t actually a human he’s just another of his mothers experiments but for some reason she got attached to him and raised him like a real child (that’s why he doesn’t have a biological father lol)
he has one friend (i’m gonna call them 2 bc i don’t have a name for them either sobs) and he spends quite a lot of time with them, i haven’t got their design down properly yet but i’m pretty sure i want to give them some kind of dyed blue hair…. maybe…….. idk
1 and 2 are the type of kids to just absolutely fuck up an easy task like to the max - they would set the kitchen on fire whilst trying to make a sandwich. 2 is actually pretty clever but as soon as they spend any amount of time with 1 it’s like all of their smarts just disappear.
i think the best way to describe 1’s personality is a massive puppy that likes to bite you but doesn’t really understand it’s own strength - he’s a bit clueless and slightly blood thirsty
2 plays guitar btw, not that that really means anything it’s just a fun little fact :D
AKSHKAJSJA THAT WAS A LOT IF I HAVE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING ILL MAKE ANOTHER TEXT POST LMAO IF THERE IS ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMAR ERRORS IM SORRY SLHDKSJDJSND
#original character#red rambles relentlessly#he’s so silly i promise#i just wish i could come up with names AAAAA
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randomly info-dumping about my ocs cause i have nothing better to do
okay so I rly wanna talk about them rn and I’m probably gonna delete this post later
but here are my ocs
they’re not super special and I didn’t try to hard to make them super crazy unique characters or flash them out to much, they’re more like silly characters I like to draw sometimes
(all these drawings are pretty old btw so they look like shit)
so here’s Theo(guy with the black sunglasses) and Damon(guy with the red sunglasses)
I can’t really decide on lore for them but the 2 ideas I have for how they met so it’s either
Theo was fucking around with some friends trying to summon a demon thinking that it wouldn’t work, but(obviously) they got Damon
Childhood friends. Damon was summoned to earth when he was just a little kid and the people that brought him there couldn’t find a way to send him back so they just kinda left him and Theo found him then they became besties over time:3
and here’s just some more old ass art I made of them
I should draw them more lol
in the first drawing Theos wearing a binder not a crop-top btw, he was my fav oc so I trans-ed his gender
and also some stupid animation
#I have an account on ibspaint where I talk about them more but the name is my full legal name so I’m not gonna share that 💀#these drawings suck ass I should rly draw them again soon#they where made when I was 14 I’m not even joking 😭#14yo me put together the most basic ass ocs ever but they’re still going strong 🙏🙏#infodump#ocs#oc drawing
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One Piece and Sublimity
!Spoilers for Gear 5 and Wano!
Y’all I’m teaching you some college level shit and I'm getting no credit for it, but let’s go.
Beauty and the Sublime is a concept in philosophy (specifically Edmund Burke) to describe the natural world. Beauty is supposed to represent the aesthetic things found in nature (grassy hills covered in flowers, birds nests, rainbows, etc.) and the sublime are scary ‘acts of god’ more or less (I’ll get more into it later). So what does this have to do with One Piece? Well to Burke? Nothing. But that fucker is dead so I’m gonna do whatever I want. Contrary to Burke I’m gonna talk about beauty generally which would include more than just the objective natural world (once again the guy is dead so I can do whatever I want), so let's think about what is beautiful about One Piece.
The Settings, the Relationships, and the People.
The setting is kinda self-explanatory so instead of explaining let’s all just appreciate how pretty this shot of Wano is…
The relationships are things like the crew and their dedication to each other, a king and his love for his subjects, parental love, shit like that.
The people are things like their dreams, their drive, their passions, and stuff like that.
What we know about One Piece villains is they aim to destroy these beautiful things.
So where does the sublime come in? The sublime is terrifying. A beautiful storm, a mesmerizing fire, a brightly colored toxic frog. It’s almost like beauty’s venomous bite, a reminder that nature has the ability to destroy whatever it wants without care. In a world where the ocean sparkles against moonlight, that same water glistens against the sun as tsunamis tower over skyscrapers ready and willing to kill whoever is in its way…
Luffy is this Sublime Power.
He is beautiful. Loving his crew, his brothers, his friends with all his heart. His dream and his corresponding drive. It all makes him so beautiful he can’t help but draw others towards him. But in the end he is truly sublimity. Love breeds protective wrath, dreams build unstoppable objects, and Luffy is nothing else but that reminder. Sublimity isn’t protective. It isn’t a direct response to beauty. Sublimity is a balanced scale. You may have destroyed Wano’s land for years, you may have killed a mother a decade ago, you may have seemingly destroyed an entire civilazation out of fear…but tides fall as long as they have risen. Bad luck is all you can justify blaming when a child, representing nothing less than all the beauty you have ruined, arrives. He is a storm, a tsunami, a fire, a brightly colored frog you should have left alone. The best part is he was avoidable. If you had fled, or hid, or kneeled he would have passed by without a word. When you decided to fight him you became no less crazy than a man on the tallest tower waving a sword at the sky while it storms.
While the rain sings, creating harmonic rainbows for all who survive to bask in, lightning dots the Earth looking for those few arrogant men who cover themselves in metal and challenge the heavens.
A man who calls himself god or king finds himself in the company of the tallest trees as his mortality is just as fragile.
(@howcomethatthisishappening I thought that you might also enjoy this one...let me know if you don't want me to do this)
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Tatties (Eddie X Fem Reader
Summary: Eddie and reader make plans for new tattoos
Includes: soft flirting, pinning, etc. Reader has tattoos.
Eddie and (y/n) were walking outside the school grounds through the woods nearby. They had decided to ditch physics in favor of doing something they could comprehend, talking about fantastical beasts and imagining up ghost stories to scare the younger members of Eddie’s Hellfire club.
(Y/n) and Eddie had seen each other's more obvious tattoos on the forearms, etc but seeing as they usually wore pants to school Eddie had never seen the many tattoos decorating Danielle’s legs.
“You have a snake on your leg?” He asked as he finally didn't want to seem like a creep to his new and only female friend. But he was just so curious about her. He snuck quick glances at the various tattoos, a small fairy near her ankle, a ring of mushrooms around her left knee, a snake on the back of her right calf, and a scorpion on her other ankle.
“Oh, yeah! I forget about these guys all the time. They’re always covered up!”
(Y/n) laughed as she looked down and poked at her knee. “How could you possibly forget about these!” Eddie exclaimed “I’d be showing them off all time, making all the christian moms shake in their beige heels.”
(Y/N) laughed as they cautiously stepped over tree roots as the dirt got muddier. “Hey look, there’s a creek.” (Y/N) pointed to a small creek flowing a small distance ahead of them, just big enough to hear the water flowing and maybe have a few frogs. She grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him forward to sit on a large tree that had fallen seemingly ages ago.
“What are we doing?” Eddie asked as he watched her pull her bag around and pull out a sketchbook. “Well I don’t know about you but I’m gonna find a new tattoo here.” (Y/N) said as she pulled out a pencil and carefully glanced around the creek, looking for anything interesting to sketch for later. “You could use some stuff around here for your next campaign right? Like rocks and moss and stuff right? Or is that wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she whipped her head back around to look at him. “I mean maybe, but I kinda like your idea.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, well…most of the time I like to do it this way. Other times I use old fairytale creatures.” (Y/n) flipped through her sketchbook,finally landing on a page full of the tattoos already on her, and then some and slid the book over to Eddie.
“Is that an old witch?” He asked while he ran his index finger over the page lightly.
“It’s Baba Yaga, my grandma told me a lot of stories about her when I was younger.”
Eddie smiled as he kept looking over the page. “Hey if I asked you to, would you draw me a tattoo. I’ve been really wanting to get another one but I couldn’t really think of anything.”
“You?” (Y/n) asked, “You, Eddie Munson, couldn't think of a tattoo idea? Color me surprised.” She chuckled as she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail.
“I know, crazy right?” He replied as he handed the sketchbook back to her. “You’re really good by the way, guess that's why you’re in art class though huh?” (Y/n)’s cheeks flushed red as she adjusted her sketchbook in her lap. “Do you like fall? Or old folklore?”
“Yeah, of course. I didn’t start liking fantasy out of nowhere.” Eddie laughed as he supported himself on his palms behind him. “Okay well have you ever heard of The Headless Horseman?” She asked in return. Eddie nodded as he raised an eyebrow. (Y/n) continued, “Weelllll, do you like it?” She bumped her eyebrows at him as she nudged him with her shoulder. “Sure, but not enough to get him tattooed.” Eddie shrugged.
“Okay well what are some specific things you like?” (Y/n) readied her pencil on her paper, making three little bullet points. “Well, I like fantasy obviously, umm…metal-”
“Obviously.” (Y/n) cut in, gesturing to his vest with her pencil and a smile.”
“Yeah, ha. And ummm, just general creepy shit.” He said as he nervously wiped his hands on his jeans and wondered why he was always so nervous around her. His heart was beating erratically, and his palms were sweaty but he wasn't scared of her. Usually when he had a crush on someone he became obsessed and wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about them, though he never told a soul. But this felt different, it felt….natural.
“Ooh! I have an idea!” (Y/n) exclaimed as she began scribbling on her page. “It’s gonna be perfect!” Eddie waited patiently, keeping himself entertained by tossing small pebbles and sticks into the flowing water. After a few minutes she eagerly turned the sketchbook around revealing a sketch of a short bladed dagger with a ram skull at the handle.
“What do you think?” (Y/n) asked excitedly as Eddie took a closer look and grinned. “Awesome” He murmured, “That’s definitely perfect. Just like you said.” he kept his smile as he made eye contact. “Thank you.”
(Y/n)’s face turned bright red as she put the sketchbook back in her bag and looked down to hide her face. “You’re welcome.” She whispered. “We should get a tattoo together.Maybe even get similar tattoos, what do you think? You could get a knife tattoo with… I don’t know…a cat skull or something.” Eddie laughed, trying to ease the air of nervousness.
“I’d love that.” (Y/n) looked back into his eyes and smiled.
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THIRTY-FIVE | Bonus Clip - 12 Years Ago
Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader
Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut
Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.
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“Someone must be in a good mood,” Mr. Xu, one of your professors, smiled as he approached you at the gallery. “Need help?”
You're humming absentmindedly while hanging up your photographs at your designated booth, immensely excited for the exhibit opening the following day. Yes, you’re in a good mood. Why? You’re one of the only two film majors who have been invited to showcase their photos at this year’s Arts Festival. You didn’t think your photos were good enough, especially when compared with the photography students’ entries; but the dean had a different opinion.
“Thank you, Mr. Xu,” you smiled timidly at him as he picked up one of the frames to hang up. “Do you know where the other film student is setting up?”
Mr. Xu chuckled and shook his head at your question, wisps of his bright blue and purple hair swaying along. “He’s setting up right across from you,” he tilted his head to the direction of the booth a few feet away from yours. “Do you know him? I think you go to the same classes.”
“What’s his name? I just might.”
“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Does it ring a bell?”
Oh, Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, the one who seems shy at first, but in reality is a big ball of energy. He strides inside the classroom like he owns the place. He talks nonstop– he talks when he’s thinking, he talks to his seatmates, he talks to inanimate objects. He can draw, he can paint, he can shoot, he can sing, he can dance, and some say he can even cook. He is one of many talents and abilities– including making people, men and women, fall for him. Who can blame the guy? He is well-mannered, especially to the professors and the staff, and he looks like a dashing prince in a pair of combat boots and an all-black ensemble. Jeon Jungkook is really something else. So does the name ring a bell? The Russian Tsar Bell, no doubt.
“Oh yeah…” Your cheeks turned a few shades of crimson. “I know of him, I don’t know him personally though.”
Mr. Xu crossed his arms as he nodded, “How come?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You two should meet and get along.”
“In time, probably, Mr. Xu,” you smiled politely.
“Alright, I’m gonna go check on the other students,” he patted your shoulder encouragingly. “Congratulations again, Yn… I’ll see you around.”
“Bye, Mr. Xu. Thank you for stopping by!”
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“I swear to God, Mingyu, please!” Jungkook tugged on his friend's camera strap causing him to stumble backwards.
“What the hell, JK!?” Mingyu removed the camera strap from his body so Jungkook could no longer pull on it. “She knows you already, just say Hi!”
“No, she doesn’t!” He bit on his lower lip, “I mean she does, but she’s never talked to me before, I don’t know if she even knows my name.”
“Of course she does, are you crazy!?”
“What’s so difficult about introducing me to her?” he stopped walking, causing Mingyu to stop on his tracks too.
“It shouldn’t be difficult because she already knows you!”
“What, so do I just go up to her, ask her out the very first time I talk to her?” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I would seem like a total douche. There has to be gradual progress, you know?”
Mingyu stared back at him, trying to process what he just said. After a few seconds, which to Jungkook seemed like ten minutes, Mingyu finally sighed and gave in. “She’s DK’s bestfriend, he knows her longer than I do. You should ask DK for help.”
Jungkook punched the air multiple times and jogged aggressively in place before wrapping his arms around Mingyu excitedly, “I will! You’re the bestestbest friend in the whole universe, Kim Mingyu!” Then he’s off running down the campus grounds to go find his other friend.
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Jungkook paced back and forth in his designated booth at the exhibit mustering up the courage to talk to the girl he’s been crushing on since the moment he stepped foot in that Screenwriting 101 class.
“What are you waiting for, dude?” DK playfully kicked his shin causing him to stop pacing. “She’s right there.”
“Okay, okay… I’m just trying to hype myself up.”
“... by acting like a pendulum?” Mingyu snickered.
“Okay, first of all, a pendulum? How old are you?” Jungkook bit back. “Okay, let me go through this again… number one, I’m gonna chat her up about her muse in the photos, right?”
“Mm-hmm,” DK agreed.
“Okay, number two, I’m gonna ask her if she’s comfortable being someone else’s muse…”
“Correct,” Mingyu nodded.
“Finally, I’m gonna ask her if she would like to be my muse for my next photo series because I’m pretty sure her photos would turn out more beautiful than any other models.”
“Mama mia!” DK kissed his fingers dramatically, “That’s it. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna swoon over those words.”
“Isn’t it creepy though?”
“No, dude. You’re totally fine.” Mingyu encouraged him more with a grin.
“Okay, okay! Wish me luck!” Jungkook pulled his shoulders back and cracked his neck for good measure before striding over to the booth right across from his. Mingyu and DK follow discreetly behind, ready to sneak in and eavesdrop on the conversation.
Jungkook cleared his throat to get his crush’s attention and he could have sworn he heard the bells ringing behind his ears as she turned around to face him. “Hi… Yn, right?”
You smiled sweetly. “Hi, yes. Jungkook?”
“Yeah,” he slipped his hands inside his pockets and tilted his head to your photo wall. “Nice photos… beautiful muse.”
“Thanks,” you felt your cheeks heating up at the compliment. You also couldn’t explain the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Jungkook stepped closer allowing you to catch a whiff of his perfume.
“Would you… uh,” Jungkook stammered. “Would you like to go on a walk with me while I take photos? I’m sure my photos will turn out much better.” Fuck. That came out wrong.
Just like that, all the butterflies in your stomach dropped dead then and there.
Jungkook was too stunned to backtrack.
Mingyu’s shoulders slumped.
DK facepalmed.
“Umm…” You glanced at your watch. “No, I’d very much like to stay right here.” You deadpanned. “Thanks, Jungkook. I’ll see you around.” You turned your back at him and started picking up imaginary dust on your framed photos. The audacity of this arrogant man to saunter right over and insult you? You’re not having any of it. No. Never. Fuming with anger, you swore to yourself that whatever Jeon Jungkook does from this day on moving forward, you’re going to outdo no matter what. No one insults you and your work and gets away with it– not even the man you’ve been crushing on since you bumped into him in one of your classes two years ago.
Jungkook slowly backed away from your booth cursing himself internally. Why did he get so nervous? He rehearsed everything in his mind before he came over but he still managed to fuck up.
Guess today’s just not his lucky day.
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A/N — Oops. 🫣
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Hostage Situation
Read on AO3 here.
Jay gets out of the car, looking over the house.
“Why don’t you go around back?” Al suggests.
He nods, ghosting around behind the building to take a post by the back door.
“In position.”
Thirty seconds later a loud boom shakes the building.
“Al? You okay?”
No response.
“Al?”
He jogs around the building, seeing smoke billowing up from the blasted out front door.
But his partner isn’t lying on the grass like he would have expected.
“Al!” he shouts, lifting his radio. “5021 George. I need Bomb Squad and CFD at 1641 W Bellview Avenue. Explosion, possible additional explosives, possible fire.”
He spots a drag pattern, coated with blood, across the grass toward the front door. Drawing his weapon, he starts to move toward the front door.
He gets close, sees Al lying on the floor with his eyes closed and then a man is stepping into his face with a weapon raised.
Another man behind him has a weapon pointed at Al’s head.
“Who are you?” he demands.
“Not important Detective.” the man says. “We’ve got some demands but I’m guessing you aren’t the man to help with that so why don’t you get your ass back and get ahold of someone who can.”
“Okay.” Jay says, stepping back and holstering his weapon. “Okay. But I need to know what kind of condition my guy is in.”
“He’s alive.” the man tells him. “That’s all you need to know.”
Jay shakes his head, taking another step back and peering past the man.
“I need stable enough to wait.” he presses. “Or SWAT will be hitting this door full blast and soon.”
The man takes a small step to the side, motioning him forward. As he reaches the threshold, a gun settles against the side of his head.
There’s blood on the side of Al’s head, burns scattered across his face and chest and his right leg is bleeding heavily from some kind of puncture wound.
Reluctantly, Jay steps back.
Al will hold for a minute. He needs to get the rest of the cavalry rolling before he does anything crazy.
He steps back, nodding stiffly to the man next to him and then retreating down the steps.
“5021 George. Need an HRT team at my location. I have an officer down, being held hostage. Need paramedics on standby.”
He pulls out his phone, hitting a speed dial.
“Voight. We have a situation.”
“Yeah, I’m hearing the calls over the wire. We’re on the way there. Where’s Al?”
“In the house.” Jay says. “Front door blew, probably when he knocked. He’s hurt but they wouldn’t let me in the house.”
“They tell you about demands?” Voight asks.
“He wouldn’t tell me.” Jay says. “Wanted someone with more authority.”
“Alright.” Voight agrees. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“I have to Sarge.” Jay says.
“Halstead.”
“Al’s leg is bleeding bad and with the head injury, he can’t get the tourniquet on himself.” Jay argues. “I have to get in there.”
“Jay.”
“Al needs me to do something stupid.” he says, hanging up the phone.
He jogs back to the truck, stripping the rest of his gear, locking his gun in his safe and grabbing the first aid kit.
Then he heads back up to the door. The men have pushed a bookshelf across the door frame.
“Hey.” he shouts, banging on the back of it.
“If you ain’t brought a negotiator, I don’t want to hear it!” the guy shouts back.
“Yeah. You really do.” Jay says. “Cause my guy in there is losing a lot of blood and if you don’t let me come in and provide aid then what I was saying earlier about SWAT is still gonna be your problem. And I probably won’t like how it ends up but I promise you that you won’t either.”
He stands there, listening while they debate for a moment.
“It’s either me with no weapon, just a first aid kit or an entire SWAT team.” Jay calls back. “And you’re running out of time.”
The bookshelf slides aside just enough to allow Jay to squeeze into the house.
He stands, hands up while they pat him down.
Al’s head falls toward him, eyes blinking sluggishly and its almost impossible to wait for the men to give him the go ahead before dropping to his knees.
He slips the tourniquet around his friend’s thigh, tightening it down and then starting to twist the windlass rod.
Al groans but he doesn’t stop.
“Sorry man.” he whispers. “I gotta do this.”
Once he’s got it as tight as he needs, he locks it into place. Then he shifts his attention to Al’s head.
He checks pupil response with the penlight in the kit and then uses wipes to clean up some of the blood so he can get a look at the gash.
“You know we’re on a time limit with this tourniquet.” he comments as he works. “If they don’t get him to the hospital soon, he might lose the leg.”
It isn’t really true. They’ve learned in the Middle East that blood flow can be re-established and the limb saved after as much as twenty four hours.
But these assholes don’t need to know that.
“We aren’t letting him go.” the man snaps behind him.
“Why not?” Jay asks, turning to look the man in the eye. “I’m here. You’ve still got a hostage to get whatever it is that you want. Let me get him some help.”
The man stares back, gritting his teeth and then nodding.
“Move the shelf.” he orders his friend.
Two more men, one of them the target that they’d been here to arrest, walk into the room at the front of the house, hefting rifles.
The second man that’s he’s been talking to glares at him and then moves, pushing the bookshelf out of the way.
Jay reluctantly hooks Al under the arms, dragging him toward the door.
A gun settles against his head again and he tries to ignore it. He gets Al onto the porch and then sirens are filling the air.
“Drop him.” the man covering him orders, digging the gun into his skull.
He lowers Al to the porch, raising his hands.
“Back inside.”
“Okay. Okay.” Jay says, taking a step back.
Before he can even think about starting a fight, a gun goes off nearby and he looks down in horror to see a bullet hole in the wood of the porch next to Al’s head.
“Don’t you try anything.” the man hisses in his ear.
Jay looks up at the sea of lights turning the corner and then backs into the house.
The bookshelf is pushed back across the door.
“Hands behind your back.”
Jay moves his hands into place.
“My name is Jay Halstead.” he says, making eye contact with the man who is obviously in charge and trying to ignore the movement that he can feel behind him. “Is there something I can call you?”
“You can call me shut the hell up.” the man snaps.
He offers a single nod, looking down.
Zip ties are slid over his wrists and pulled tight.
At least Al is going to be okay.
HRT is already on scene when Voight pulls up. He hurries toward the command vehicle but stops when he sees activity at the rear of the ambulance.
Moving that way, he sees Al lying on a stretcher while two paramedics work on him.
“He okay?” he asks.
“I think he will be.” Sylvie tells him. “But whoever applied this tourniquet saved his life. He would have bled out otherwise.”
Which explains why Jay had been so insistent on doing something stupid.
He pats Al’s arm, nodding to Sylvie and then continuing toward the command vehicle.
“Commander Hixson.” he says, climbing in to the back. “We made contact yet?”
“I’ve been calling your Detective’s phone. It’s not in his truck with the rest of his gear so we can only assume it’s on his person. They haven’t answered yet.” Hixson answers. “Olinsky going to be okay?”
“The paramedics think so.” Voight says.
“What can you tell me about what they were here for?”
“Tyler Michels.” Voight tells him. “Person of interest in a drug case Intelligence is working. Halstead and Olinsky were here to pick him up.”
“Any ideas on demands?”
“When I talked to Halstead he said they had something in mind but wanted to wait for someone with more authority.” Voight says. “So I’m guessing they’ll pick up that call before too much longer.”
“We’ll keep try –”
“Commander they picked up.” one of the techs calls and he steps back, sliding the handset over his head.
“This is Commander Jason Hixson of the Chicago Police Department.” he says. “Who am I speaking to?”
“You can call me Tony.” the man says. “There is a flash drive that was taken into evidence by the Intelligence team. I want it back. Along with two million dollars in cash and safe passage.”
“Alright.” Hixson says. “We can work on that. I’d like to speak to Detective Halstead.”
“Maybe later.” Tony says. “I’ll let you get to work.”
The line goes dead.
“What can you tell me about the flash drive?” Hixson asks.
“We pulled it off a body yesterday.” Voight says. “Tech didn’t get anything other than gibberish off it.”
“Encrypted.” Hixson says and Voight nods.
“I’ll call someone on my team.” he says. “Get it brought over.”
“I’ll put in the request for the 1505 funds.” Hixon agrees. “We’ll get him out of there.”
Voight nods.
Jay watches as Tony hangs up the phone.
He’s on his knees, a gun to the back of his head in case he gets any ideas about trying to participate in the phone call.
Tony turns and walks toward him.
“We’ll need to provide proof of life next time they call.” he tells the others. “Let’s get him ready.”
Ready?
Tyler grabs his arm and tows him to his feet. He’s led deeper into the house to where a hallway runs along the stairs.
He’s shoved up onto a step stool. Hears one of the men running up the stairs.
“What the hell is this?” he demands.
His wrists are cut free and his arms shoved up above his head. The man on the stairs reaches down to continue pulling them up, re-securing them around the railing using rope this time.
“See those X’s on the wall?” Tony asks, pointing to the wall across from him where ten x’s have been marked on the wall with painter’s tape.
“Yeah.” he says slowly.
Tony steps back out of the hallway, holding up a small remote.
“When I press a button.” the man says with a smirk, pressing the button.
The explosion is a hundred times smaller than the one that had thrown Al down the front steps and across the lawn but it still sends shrapnel, wood fragments of various sizes, flying toward him.
Several of them embed themselves in him and he grimaces, twisting his wrists in the loops of rope.
“A couple of the charges are bigger than that.” the man tells him, stepping back into the hall. “If the negotiators get me what I need quickly, you might not have to feel any of those. But for now, you can just hang out.”
Then he’s kicking the stool out from under Jay’s feet and all of his weight abruptly drops onto his wrists.
He cries out as he feels something crack but locks his jaw, biting off any sound.
And then he’s left alone.
He doesn’t know how long he hangs there before Tony comes back around the corner with his phone in hand.
“Why don’t you tell Commander Hixson that you’re still alive.” he says, holding it up.
Jay can see the SWAT team leader on the screen, Voight hovering behind him.
“I’m fine.” he says. “Al okay?”
“Detective Olinsky is expected to make a full recovery.” Hixson tells him. “Have they hurt you?”
Tony holds up the remote and Jay can’t help but grimace.
Another charge goes off. It’s one of the larger ones that Tony had mentioned earlier and sends much larger shrapnel flying his way.
One particularly large scrap of wood embeds itself in his leg and he winces but manages not to cry out.
“You have three hours to get me my money.” Tony says. “For every twenty minutes that you do not, a charge will be detonated and Detective Halstead risks being injured. Should you reach the three hour mark without my demands being met, I will detonate one final charge placed in the wall behind your Detective. I can assure you, he will not survive its detonation.”
He ends the call before they can say anything, turning his attention back to Jay.
“That one got you good didn’t it?” he says with a chuckle as he examines the wood sticking out of Jay’s leg and the blood seeping into his pants.
“This isn’t a good idea.” Jay says. “You’re just asking for them to abandon negotiations and turn to a tactical answer.”
“If they do.” Tony says, glaring at him. “I’ll detonate that last charge and kill you.”
“And you’ll get nothing.” Jay snaps.
“See you in eighteen minutes.” Tony says, patting his cheek condescendingly.
Over the next two hours, another six charges are detonated.
For the most part they’ve been small, littering Jay’s frame with small cuts and scrapes.
But the last one, the eighth overall, sends another large shard that catches him in the chest, driving deep into his skin at the base of his ribs.
Jay can’t help but scream as it impacts, yanking hard against the ropes securing his wrists as he attempt to cover the injury.
Tony paces closer, holding the phone up to make sure the negotiator can see the injury.
“Oh that’s not good, huh?” he says, not sounding worried. “Seems like you might need to pick up the pace on my money, Commander. How long do you think he’ll last like this?”
Jay swings up slightly, kicking the phone out of the man’s hand.
Both pieces of wood that have made themselves home in his body are jostled by the movement and he gasps, closing his eyes as he tries to breathe through the pain.
Tony gets right up in his face, hand closing around his throat.
“Bet you think you’re real tough, don’t you?” he hisses.
Jay couldn’t answer if he wanted to; gasping and choking for air. Searing pain is shooting through his torso and he’s pretty sure the man has jostled the wood, probably accelerating the bleeding.
He can hear Hixson’s voice from his phone, the man shouting for Tony to return to the conversation.
“You are a hostage.” Tony hisses. “Your job is to shut the hell up and wait to see if you get to go home alive today.”
His head is slammed back against the wall and then Tony lets go and walks over to pick up the phone.
“My apologies for the distraction.” he says. “The detective and I had something to discuss.”
He faces the screen back toward Jay so the negotiator can see that he’s still alive and relatively intact.
Jay’s head is hanging low to his chest but he forces it up to look at them.
“We’ll be back in, oh about ten minutes.” Tony says, smirking at him and ending the call.
It can’t be more than five minutes before a loud crash echoes through the house and Tony scrambles for his remote, hitting a button.
Nothing happens.
He curses and hits it again and then again and then armored SWAT officers are rounding the corner and knocking it out of his hand.
As he’s taken into custody, Voight appears and rushes up to Jay.
“Easy kid.” he says as Jay tugs on the ropes. “We’ll get you down. How you doing?”
“Tired.” Jay says as Hixson rights the stool and slides it back under his feet, taking the weight off his arms.
Voight reaches up with a knife, cutting the ropes. Jay tries to stay upright but instantly collapses forward.
“Woah.” Voight says, dropping the knife and catching him. “I got you.”
“He’s lost a lot of blood.” Hixson comments as he helps him lower Jay to the ground. “I’ll get a tourniquet on his leg.”
“Al really okay?” Jay asks.
“Got out of surgery five minutes ago.” Voight tells him. “Already chewed out a nurse.”
Jay cracks a smile and Voight looks down, tearing the younger man’s shirt open to get a look at his injury.
“Sorry I was stupid.”
“It’s okay.” Voight tells him. “Sylvie says you probably saved Al’s life so I guess you were right, he did need you to be stupid.”
“What about Sylvie?” a voice says and Voight looks up to see the paramedics hurrying up.
“Just telling him you said he did good with that tourniquet.” Voight says.
“Really good.” Sylvie agrees. “Now lets get you taken care of, huh?”
Jay’s eyes slip closed. Voight is quick to order him to open them and he tries but he can’t seem to fight the pull of the darkness.
He wakes up to beeping.
He’s really tired of the beeping. Maybe next time he gets hurt Will can silence the monitors. They work just as well without broadcasting his heart rate to the whole room, right?
Will would probably just tell him not to get hurt again if he doesn’t want to hear the beeping.
He pries his eyes open, looking down to see red hair on the mattress.
“Will.” he croaks, shocked by how weak his own voice sounds.
His brother shoots upright, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Jay.” he manages after a moment. “Hey. You’re awake.”
“Yeah.” he says. “Can I…”
Will is already picking up a glass of water and bringing the straw to his lips.
He takes a few sips before dropping his head back.
“Thanks.”
Will glances at his watch before grabbing his phone.
“Al doing okay?” Jay asks.
“Chomping at the bit to get out of here.” Will says with a smile as he types something. “Actually you have good timing. They’re just getting ready to sign him out. I’m texting Voight to let him know you’re awake so they can stop by on their way out.”
“How long was I out?” Jay asks.
“It’s been a little over two days.” Will says, setting his phone aside and reaching up to brush his fingers through Jay’s hair. “I was starting to get worried.”
“Sorry.” Jay whispers.
“It’s okay.” Will tells him. “You lost a lot of blood.”
“He… he moved the one in my stomach.” Jay says.
“Yeah.” Will agrees. “Marcel said it looked like the wood had been moved around. Didn’t help that it hit your liver. But they patched everything up, last transfusion started an hour ago so you’re going to be okay. Just need to rest.”
Jay nods.
A wheelchair rounds the corner and he looks up to see Voight pushing Al into his room.
“Hey guys.”
“Good to see you awake, kid.” Al says looking him over. “So what’s up? You can’t let someone else have the hospital stay for once?”
Jay grins tiredly.
“You know me.” he says. “Don’t like to share the attention.”
Al chuckles.
“Thanks kid.” he says, reaching out to squeeze Jay’s arm.
“Anytime.” Jay says seriously.
“Well I’d appreciate it if you could both avoid explosions for a few weeks.” Voight chimes in and Will nods.
“Amen to that.”
Jay and Al roll their eyes.
“Brothers.” Jay retorts and Al chuckles.
“I need to get this one home.” Voight says, shaking his head at them. “Get some rest, Jay.”
Jay nods, offering a wave as they leave. And then Will is brushing his fingers through his hair again.
“Go back to sleep, Jay.” he says softly. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He’s exhausted and his brother’s ministrations are soothing so Jay doesn’t argue, closing his eyes and letting himself drift back to dreamland.
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my wife my life, i have ojv brainrot -- will you please go into crazy amount of detail about what the style boys look like to you in the ojv? what kind of outfits they like to wear? comfort sweaters/shirts? <3 also i love you i am waving $50s and shouting louder than everyone else to be noticed i'm the ride or die bi disaster ojc kenny of the irl
ASHFVGKKVHLJK MY DARLING WIFE HI AND FUCK YEAH!!!!! Helllll yes!!! Ok ok I’m bouta go *rm Jersey voice* AWF!! (This is gonna be so long im sorry)
So OrangeJuiceVerse style my BELOVEDS!!! Ohhhhh my god these two own my entire goddamn soul! And smh they’re so pretty in their own right!!!
OJV Stan… he is a fucking stereotypical DREAM MAN! Kyle is down astronomically bad. Like I’m talkin tall dark and handsome, total sweetheart, inherently boyish charm that just makes everyone adore him! His heart of gold and that deep melancholy he sometimes gets behind those sapphire eyes make him all the more alluring! So this is what our affable Everyman looks like to me:
He is TALL (hit his last growth spurt between sophomore and junior year), like tops off at a lil over 6’2 and is the second tallest of the ojverse Star Seven also he’s BUILT AS HELL?!? In high school his physique could be attributed to the myriad of physically demanding hobbies he cycled through (football in particular when he started dreaming of going pro rip to that) and work on Randy’s Fuckass Farm (fuck u randy). But when he’s older he gets softer, sure (best pillow ever) but keeps working out JUST so he can hold every animal ever like a BABY!!! If you want an approximate art reference of young adult OJV Stan, @bunytime ’s drawings on here for SURE! Like he is tall and strong and BUILT FOR HUGS!!!
Blue blue BLUE eyes like not scary stare into your soul but this soft deep shade that reminds you of calm waters and gemstones peeking from the depths of the shadows of his brows. Just gentle waves and clear dusk light.
Ojv Stan didn’t go through the ever popular bleached hair headcanon, most of my Stans didn’t, but this one bc on the brink of a SadSack episode he mentioned getting Kenny to pierce his ears and dye his hair and (this was before they were dating) Kyle was like NO!!! Bc he always loved Stan’s classic all american look and knows him well enough to know that he would’ve hated it a few days later.
DIMPLES!! TWO OF EM!! And his smile is SO sweet his whole face splits omg my sweet boy!!! And he has tiny, almost imperceptible random scars in various places from childhood tomfoolery, especially on his hands bc he sometimes rivals Kenny in recklessness, and those hands are so rough but so TENDER when they touch you and he’s so aware of his own size and inherent ruggedness that completely juxtaposes his personality and it’s so!!! (God forgive me I’m thinking about nsfw ojv style hcs now)
Aight so OJV Stan IS greasy to some extent, c’mon he’s very Boy, but (this is important) only when he’s having a rough time mentally. Like he’s one of those people where while his horrendous lack of style doesn’t change much, you can tell by the stubble and the gross hair when he’s not doing well. Uhhh later down the timeline he has a beard tho. The bear jokes definitely emerge.
And for his style choices ohhhhh my god this man CANNOT fuckin dress!!! I’m constantly putting ojverse Stan in my clothes bc WHAT is this guy doing wearing the “Bigfoot is real I made s’mores with him” shirt and he is GENUINELY confused when he can’t wear jeans to something formal. His socks are STUPID and GIMMICKY and never match, and his wallet has a million keychains HIS BACKPACK omg like every stereotypical veggie boy he has alll the vegan loser pins and patches. Animal activist Stan forever.
A very casual dresser tbh, t shirts and jeans, sweatpants, hoodies (that have mostly been confiscated by Kyle) like he truly sucks at clothes unless he’s going stupid abt a Halloween costume. He kinda relies on Ky to know what looks good on him irl, bc Kyle is VERY reactive when he’s dressed a certain way and Kyle climbing him= ah yes I look Not Disheveled right to jail for both of them.
Oh KYLE!!! From Stan’s pov??? OJV Stan is a huge fucking fantasy loser and he only knows the word “ethereal” bc he’s a nerd and it describes Kyle. On GOD OJV Kyle is so pretty!!! Like Stanley Down Bad Marsh is ENTHRALLED!!! Always, like since he knew what beauty was, beauty was Kyle.
Ojverse Kyle keeps his hair a little past his shoulders since like freshman year of high school, his HAIRRRRR lord those gorgeous red curls, Stan simply cannot get enough of them, that ponytail, the half bun, the little braids Marj used to do when she and Ky would hang solo… dear god Stan will not shut up about his beautiful elf kings hair. Like hair wise if u want a reference picture the homie @grimsbane ‘s long hair Kyle EXEPT
My guy, OJV Kyle is TINY. Not as short as Kenny and Tweek, but close and definitely skinny to the point where if he misses a meal EVERYONE is on his bony ass bc 1) diabetes and 2) they all know his past with eds and no one’s gonna let that shit get its claws on him again! Unfortunately, OJV Kyle has a really hard time gaining weight, but as an adult he’s fully recovered, just kinda slim and at risk of health problems from the damage he did, but he’s mostly ok.
Ky topped off at 5’7 and was the tallest of the m5 in 7th grade and then EVERYONE but Kenny surpassed him WHICH he was pissed abt for a while. But he kinda stopped caring once he and Stan got together bc Stan wasn’t thattt much taller at first (and then this mf got huge) but Kyle was… VERY INTO THAT! It’s so unserious bc when they’re older Kyle’s like dude just fuckin toss me around and Stan WILL NOT because he’s NERVOUS and also traumatized from the ONE time he reinjured Kyle’s bad knee during Super Best Spicy Time (yes that’s what his loser ass named the sex playlist) but when Ky gets in the mood he wants to be manhandled frfr (I will do a nsfw headcanon post prolly) like the SIZE DIFFERENCE kyle is so spicy 100% calls the shots out here climbin Staniel like a tree.
He’s pale as fuck, cannot tan at allll this dude will not go outside without sunscreen bc he IS Sheila’s son and had it drilled into him that they are pale redheads and uv rays are not their friend, BUT his freckles are faint and so prettttttyyyyy he doesn’t even hate them bc Stan loves them and Kyle loves Stan (losers) he’s got a little group of them on his left cheekbone that Stan INSISTS looks like a heart aaaaaaaaaa
Good lord those eyes. Like you look into them and you are LOST in the most beautiful woods you have ever SEEN!!! I’m serious his eyes look like a forest, green and threaded with occasional brown like tree trunks and they are MAGNETIC!!! He is POINTY too like his features are sharp but his eyes are comfortable and it’s just a beautiful balance.
I’m fully of the belief that this lil redhead is a CHRONIC CLOTHES STEALER!!! Sneaky lil fox like if he’s comfy at home he’s 100% wearing Stan’s lame ass “earth day 2013” hoodie or some shit BUT!!!
His actual clothing is VERY much hot professional dark academia vibes the sweaters, the reading glasses, that hair, like he’s so cute in his button ups and when he stops wearing cargo pants so much in college (man likes pockets change my mind) Stan is SALIVATING bc he can see the sbf’s lithe legs better and he wants to SNAG him smh down horrendous. Kyle wears a lotta green, bc we ginger losers know that’s our COLOR and he looks GORGEOUS in jewel tones what a PRETTY BOY!!! Favorite item of clothing is DEFINITELY Stan’s Peace Love Pine Trees hoodie!!!
They do have friendship (lovers) bracelets that Kenny made them btw
Ok I THINK that’s what I got for now on what they look like but lord knows I’ll probably be more insane later NINA MY BELOVED WIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS
#south park#sp headcanons#asks#this made me so happy#style#them#ao3 shit#my shit#OrangeJuiceVerse#stan marsh#lmm voice: look at my son#kyle brovlofski#look at this I learned something today ass bitch#ojv
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So second time must be the charm because the first one I deleted on accident like a dummy. Anyway
Here are my thoughts on Ch 49
It’s moments like these that I love the most. They make me laugh despite how tense the plot is right now. I think it’s cute how Yato was a little jealous over Hiyori being glad that Yukine was there, but didn’t mention anything about him.
I still really wish someone would do a drawing (or point me in the direction) of Hiyori using one her moves on Fujisaki. And I keep forgetting to call him Koto. I’m curious to know if he’s about as old as Yato or older. If so I wonder by how much. I feel as if ability wise Yato should be superior but somehow isn’t and I’m wondering if I’ll find out why later on.
I can’t remember how I worded this the first time but I had a theory that Koto was going to go after Hiyori directly to get Yato to submit however that feels too easy. Sicko’s like him like to drag stuff like this out for enjoyment so I’m not looking forward to finding out what his plan is.
Also side note I definitely have a thing for Yato wearing his hair up. Idk what it is but it’s 👌👌
So now I know what he’s up to. He’s going after her parents. I should’ve known after Hiyori challenged him that he would come after the people she cares about.
I’m also worried that something is going to happen to Yukine during all this. The secret plots seem to come out in the midst of all the crazy. I’ve seen it before and I’m sure I’ll see it again. No one better come after my sweet boy 😭
I get really uncomfortable being reminded that Hiyori is still a child and this is a lot. Being involved in these things is a lot. I can’t even handle my daily life and the stress I have let alone the drama of someone who’s my senior by a few hundred years and a God on top of it. I’d still swap places in a heart beat though don’t get me wrong. I can’t decide if I would annoy the shit out of Yato with the amount of questions and demands I would have or if he would love the attention. Maybe for a good few hours but I think he would get tired of me 😂😂
Oh fuck okay. So yeah shit really hit the fan now. I’m hoping that the mom was hit before she could stab herself. That is really rough to watch fall apart as I’m reading it.
Poor Hiyori. I won’t blame her for pushing away at this point. Again this is a lot on a child. It only makes me hate Koto more for doing this. I know in the end it will all work itself out (I would hope) but man it’s looking really bleak right now.
I’m not gonna lie it’s a struggle to follow the fight scenes. My brain needs some time to process apparently so I reread this about four times. I think Yukine could take them, but Yato clearly knows something I don’t.
I really love how their relationship has grown. I got amusement from Yukine being a little asshat, but watching him grow and prosper into who he is now feels really rewarding
And of course it has to get worse before it gets better so I’m strapping myself in for the rollercoaster I’m about to take a trip on. I don’t really know what’s going to happen to Hiyori here pretty soon but I’m not looking forward to finding out.
Thanks for tuning in and I appreciate when you guys interact with my posts too 🥰 I’ll be posting Ch 50 later today. I woke up too early it’s 4:30 in the morning so I’m going back to bed 😂
#anime#anime blog#noragami#noragami stray god#yato#yukine#iki hiyori#yatonoragami#yatogami#hiyori iki#noragami yato#yato god
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Okay, today was crazy
So, I was bored, and I’m in my period, so I kinda went to search for fun discord servers to meet new people and stuff, and I found one that was a little small and people there seemed nice and all,
After a few minutes of me joining, this guy (username silver Flame or something like that on discord) messaged me, saying that he does modeling for artist, I told them okay, may I see? And he said sure,
Warning for content below: sexual harassment
So we did a call where I would draw him, and like, he knew a lot about modeling, but he actually wasn’t doing any pose, just laying down (naked) on bed and I found that strange, but I’m too shy to say anything so I kinda just let it slip,
And with time as I draw him he tells me that if I am comfortable with him being naked and i say yeah, so he does take the sheet off to show me his (you know) and I say to him that he can be naked (he has a boner, which he said was because of me), but he can’t stroke his (thing) because I draw the line there.
He says okay and it’s very nice to me trough all the call, calls me pretty (he asked me to show him his feet too but I didn’t), and I continue drawing him until he started to stroke himself, I asked if he wanted to end the call and he said no, so I told him I’ll wait for him to finish doing his thing before continuing to draw,
So he called me a N(word) (with a hard R) and blocked me.
I told the owner of the server but since she wasn’t online atm then I just commented in general to a message the guy sent, telling him that it wasn’t nice of him to call someone a slur and then just leaving.
A whole discussion started, it was wild 😭 but at the end everything turned out fine, so it’s okay in the end,
Im not actually bothered by the unpleasant interaction, rather the fact that some girls of the server discovered that he was a creep because I called him out in the general chat, someone had to be the sacrifice then, damn,
Anyway, lesson learned, no matter how knowledgeable a guy is in anything, never fully believe him.
Anyway I’m gonna go draw for now, see you later
#blog#digital diary#blue#about myself#stars#i don’t actually think I’m too bothered about any of this#it’s not like I’ve never been sexually harassed before#ah well at least I could warn the people on the server before he could show his small cock to other minors
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