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ok but what do you think about making a sex tape with ellie 🧍♀️
an: this has been reworked over and over since this request came in in march… so enjoy! its very lovey dovey and sm plot sorry :3
warnings: 18+. filming. jackson!ellie. fingering and oral!r receiving. mostly lovey but some teasing and rough language :3 ellie is obsessed and lovesick and so is reader soooo they make a sex tape. unedited gimme time.
When Ellie first brought up the idea, you had recoiled into her old beat up couch, scoffing as she waved the old camcorder around, a shiteating grin on her face.
“I doubt that thing even works El,” you shrugged your shoulders under the blanket you had stolen off her bed. It wasn't unusual for you to hole up in her small homey garage while she was on patrol.. but what *was* odd was her little.. Souvenir from this particular trip.
“C’mon babe,” Ellie pouted, “Let me try on you..” she wiggled the little camcorder, slipping her hand into the attached grip, flipping open the small screen. Despite your complaints that there was no way it worked, Ellie just could never be wrong. Of course she knew you would fight back, and so she had made sure she fished some batteries too. Of course they came from Maria, the cost three days of stable duty.. But it was worth it for the immune woman, who ducked her nose down and watched the screen flicker to a slow start.
The quality was no better than that of what you could expect from a decades old camera, the film grainy and muffled, each corner covered by symbols Ellie didn’t really understand. But it was no roadblock in the trek of her wants. She smiled when your hands immediately came to slap over your face, voice serious behind your palms as you spoke, “put that down.”
Eventually however, you got a little used to Ellie’s newest fixation. The little hums she made were always a dead give away that she was filming you. During a video game tournament against Dina and Jesse, squished so closely to the two on the floor of the garage that you literally bruised the taller man during a particularly aggressive round of a fighting game. When you were trying your best to compete against your girlfriend’s art skills, tongue poking out the corner of your lips as you worked on a very detailed stick figure that dawned pointed down eyebrows, a large frown and red pencil hair. Even just when you were organizing Ellie’s closet for her, sorting through the tens of sweatshirts with a judging pout on your lips at the mess.
Each time you heard the distinctive sound of El’s attempt at holding back laughs, a small little choked up ‘hmm’ sound. You usually turned your head, quick to flip off your girlfriend-turned-filmmaker. But by the fifth time of catching her smiling behind the little object, you just let her. Whenever you could see her a little less tense, you took it.
Even if that meant starring in all of her little five second shitty clips. Her excuse always, “Just something to look at when I miss you.”
In some ways it made you feel weak legged, slightly lovesick by the thought of Ellie loving you so dearly she just had to steal little memories of you. Every small grin that broke onto freckled cheeks wherever she filmed coaxed you into the haze built up by her new hobby. You became so covered in adoration soon that you resorted to tiny only half mad eye roll when the click of the camera sounded.
Small clips turned into Ellie’s free hand wrapping around your bare waist as you looked in the mirror of her bathroom, the camcorder pressed near your cheek, the auburnette on the other side. You wiped the condensation from the glass, the room still slightly foggy from your shower. “You are not filming me out of the shower,” you huffed. Ellie didn’t answer, the familiar sounding hum stopped only when she pressed a kiss to the base of your neck, lips pulling up into a smile against the skin. “Won’t point too low..” she promised. “You just look so pretty..”
That time, the camera had been closed and discarded on a random bedside table as the two of you stumbled across her floor, giggling as Ellie cursed, stubbing her toe on the corner of the bed she tried to press you down into.
It continued like that, the limits of what you allowed Ellie to film seemed to blur further with every day.. Every curl of her fingers around the object that had become so central to this small haven of her home. Your own neck hot for reasons very different from embarrassment each time the filming light blinked a little too long. The line that you and Ellie had drawn in the sand of your mind was looking a lot less precise with every new memory saved into the device.
Even further along into the passing weeks, you had settled comfortably into yet another night spent at Ellie’s. Your own bedroom had remained untouched for nearly a week this time, bed spread likely just as cold as the air outside. But the garage was warm. The air inside thick as you pressed two fingers against your lips to keep a laugh from spilling out. Glasses of half empty wine, stolen from Tommy and Maria’s cupboard, balanced on the table that sat directly in front of the couch you were cuddled into.
The feeling of wine drunkenness always made you giggly, but your girlfriend parading around her small living space with her camcorder, well, that made you even more prone to bursts of laughs. She had gone from filming and rambling on about what wine you were drinking to zooming into your face, chuckling with breath that smelt like red wine. “See how pretty?” Ellie gaped to no one, stepping closer to you on the couch. The whole garage was painted a light orange from the setting sun outside, but it didn’t stop Ellie.
“El, you’re being a dork,” you chide, shaking your head as more compliments spilt from her. She shoos off the bitten remark with a sound that boarders on a coo, leaning over you as the lens of the camcorder sat close enough to pick up the smaller details of your face the grainy film usually could not.
“I’m just showin’ how perfect you are..” Ellie explains, a softer tone edging into her lungs as she presses her thumb to your cheek, drawing a new heat under the digit. “Perfect cheeks…” her finger traces over your jawline next, and then your chin. Each new landmark of your face that Ellie doted on swept closer and closer to your soft lips. You were no idiot, you saw how the green of her eyes fell to the fat, watched as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and then out again. You made no move to stop what came next.
That next move was your girlfriend’s finger following like a moth to a flame to the one spot that teetered on that blurry line again, thumb pressing softly around the curve of your lips.
“Perfect lips,” Ellie continued, eyes flicking back and forth from the camera screen to you. Soon the pad of her finger is right against your bottom lip, and the room seems to slow.
The both of you hold bated breaths as you mull over your options. But this mulling is no longer than a few seconds, feeling overwriting the more logical side of your brain with a gushy type of tightness in your chest.
Your lips part, eyes meeting the lense as you suck the tip of Ellie’s thumb into your mouth. Lips wrap around the soft skin, salty and cold, and Ellie has little to say other than a slow and breathy, “Fuck..”
Your tongue peaks out just for a moment, lavishing over the wet skin, but Ellie is quick to pull away, leaving your shining lips parted in confusion. The camera falls to her side as her free fingers wrap around your wrist. Just like last time, the little red light twists away from your face. Ellie’s toes step backwards from that oh so mysterious line you two made.
“You know what you do to me, hm?” Ellie questioned as she hauled you up by your arm, a sharp giggle following as she stomped to the bed. The camera is discarded on the table near her pillows as you are thrown back on it.
“No,” you tease, your next giggle cut off by a thump noise that was Ellie pushing you back against grey sheets, you make a sound that almost sounds like “oof” as you try to readjust. Ellie clambers on top of your squirming frame as another sputtered laugh escapes at the messy, and not very seductive, way you two found contact against the creaking mattress.
“Tell me,” you prompt, meeting Ellie’s narrowed green eyes. “Why should I? You’re laughin’ at me.”
Your eyes roll as Ellie’s lips fall into a pout that you want to kiss clean off. “Stop being a baby,” you mutter before letting your impulse win, your hands cupping the freckles cheeks of your girlfriend and pulling her down for a soft kiss. Her pouted lips quickly shape to your own, and you sigh in approval as the hand not holding herself up traces down to your waist.
“I’m not a baby,” your girlfriend complains when your lips part from each other, and you nearly pinch her cheeks from just how lovely you find the whiny drawl in her voice, instead you just shrug, biting back another half bubbled up laugh, “mhm, prove it.”
Ellie does just that. One tug on your hips has you flatter against the bed, one poke at your side has a squeal leaving your mouth. You see how Ellie’s lips quirk up, but before you can admire the sight, she kisses you again.
“So,” Ellie punctuates the word with a kiss, the sort that makes a loud and annoying smacking noise, before trailing her lips to your cheek. “Fuckin” Ellie’s lips find home on your jawline next, and act that has a simmering heat grow between your legs. “Perfect.” Ellie finishes the repeat of what her fingers had done earlier by nudging your head back, lips pressing softer kisses to the flesh of your neck.
Your eyes flicked to the side table, pupils finding the little camcorder as the auburn haired girl bit at your neck, your attention pulled away as your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. “El,” you breathe out, a hand finding her messy hair, nails scraping at her scalp as she bit harsher at the column of your throat. You aren’t sure why her name had been your first thought to say after seeing the camcorder, swallowing as your fingers itched to reach toward the side table.
“Hm? Tell me,” Ellie taunts, words muffled as her next target becomes your collarbone. Your own words biting at you again as your eyebrows furrowed together, watching as your girlfriend’s fingertips find the edge of your shirt, pushing it up as your hand falls from her hair to help take it off.
You pull her back for another kiss before you can even think to answer her question, one you weren’t even sure you could explain. Ellie’s needy fingers come into contact with the fat of your tits, tweaking at the perked nipples, nails pressing in just a little too hard, earning a mewl directly against the spit slick kiss. As Ellie kissed you, you tried your best to focus on the feeling, and not how you were acutely aware of the camera beside you.
Her tongue swiped at your bottom lip, warm against your parting lips as she searched to deepen the kiss, messy sounds of half breaths and kissing all sounded through the small area, your hips rolling up as her knee slotted itself between your trembling thighs.
You can’t help but wonder what this may look like on camera, and as Ellie pulls back, you notice the green of her eyes had dimmed, pupils blown as the pretty eyelashes fanned lightly. The freckles splattered over the apples of her cheeks were particularly prominent tonight, and you suspected it had something to do with the blood that rushed there, rosy and all around causing that same lovesick feeling to creep up your weakened bones.
You wonder if she would look as pretty on that grainy screen too.
Before your mind can even form another thought, Ellie is pulling away from your lips, a small whine the response she received. You can’t complain for long as she moves down, wet lips trailing sloppy kisses to your soft stomach, planting the ember of a growing fire in your groin, causing your hand to flex. Your eyes are pulled by an invisible string to the side of you again, the black material of the camcorder your gaze’s target. Ellie grumbles in response, and a small pinch on your hip has you yelping.
“What’re you looking at? Look at me.”
“Ellie,” you try again, lip quivering nervously as she ushers you to lift your hips, tugging off the bottoms you wore. “Fuckkkk,” she drawls, lost in her own little world as a large hand presses your thighs open. “You see that?” she marvels, a finger pressing against the wet spot on your panties. When she presses, you can feel the fabric stick to you, nearing translucent as she teases, your lips hugging the now soaked panties. It has your hips stirring in their spot, the flame in your stomach burning your liquid feeling stomach. “Ellie,” you sigh again.
Finally her gaze looks up, “Yea?” she asks, her voice softening. You can see the flash of confusion, her hand falling from your thigh as she searched for any apprehension. “You ok?”
“I can’t—“ your voice comes out whinier than you would like to admit, harsh against your ears with a feeling of embarrassment. “Can’t say it,” you finish, eyes moving to the camera sitting on the small wooden table beside you for the umpteenth time.
Ellie follows your eyes, and when you look back to her, there’s a flash of surprise in the shade of green you loved so much. It was replaced quickly, her eyelids drooping as her chin tilted up. “Hm. Don’t know what you mean,” she shrugs, fingers going back to teasing your panty line.
Her tone is laced with sarcasm, the teasing tilt to it is a voice you had heard many times before, many times in this exact position. Ellie liked to make you say things, liked to watch you squirm. You were convinced at this point she got off on your embarrassment, and she probably wouldn’t even deny that.
“Gonna have to spell it out for me, babe,” Ellie added, dipping down to place soft kisses at your hip-bone, pink muscle licking over a mark there.
A low and annoyed sound escapes your throat, and your girlfriend chuckles against your flesh, one finger curling around the fabric of your panties, tugging it down a little ungracefully, your shaking thighs to thank for that.
“Barely even touched you yet and you’re shakin,” Ellie teases again, whispering softly, “Such a pretty pussy..” as the sight of your weepy folds meet her eyes. “This all for me, baby? Or somethin’ else on your mind?”
Your eyes squeeze shut again, hoping to rid your mind of the film reel like thoughts of the camera pressed in Ellie’s hand as she did this. They played over and over behind the black of your eyes, and another frustrated sound fills the garage.
“Not gonna answer?” Ellie was quieter now, repositioning herself, parting your thighs even more. A finger ghosted over your dripping cunt, a hum following the action. “Can’t make you feel better if you don’t use your words, y’know?”
The warm air hit your folds as Ellie exposed you more, thighs burning from the stretch, from the tight grip of one of her hands, fingers digging into and squeezing the fatty flesh.
The blanket beneath your bare ass is no comfort as you move around, and Ellie’s nose bumps against the softness of your thigh. So close, so fucking close to giving exactly what you were searching for, so close to your aching center that your resolve cracks lightly, head tilted back and against the pillow.
“The camera,” you croak, your mouth dry as your lips part, refusing to look at the other girl.
“What about the camera? Look at me and tell me what you want.”
The crease between your eyebrows likely was gaining small droplets of sweat just from how hard you were attempting to avoid this entire fucking conversation, but Ellie kept pressing you further, and who were you to deny her?
“Wanna film this,” you eventually admit, head dipping down to meet her darkened eyes.
“Yea baby? Wanna see what a mess I can make you?” Ellie’s words start to blur together, the idea surely muddling any coherent thoughts together in her mind, licking her lips as she awaits your response.
“Fuck— mmph, yes El. Please.*”
Ellie’s lips curl into a smile that’s more wicked than loving, “Red button starts it, you can hold it.” She instructed, and you scramble to reach your arm out, grasping at the little hand strap connected to the camcorder.
“There you go babe,” she nods, “give it a go, let me see what you’ve got.”
Your fingers are shaking so badly it takes a moment for your thumb to hit the button, to see the soft little red light noting the start of the film.
The grainy screen doesn’t pick up on all the freckles adorning Ellie’s face. The ones that made you feel all gooey, that you wanted to kiss until her face was a pretty shade of red. But it did capture her parted lips, the expanse of your thighs, and your shaky grip tilted the camera down as Ellie’s head dipped between your thighs.
Her mouth latched to your achy cunt, tongue licking up the drops of arousal that covered your slit, pearling on the petal like lips that she spreads with her fingers.
Your arms almost immediately gave out.
Clearly, you were not as skilled in the art of film making as Ellie had been, the camera dropping almost completely to your tummy as Ellie sucked at your cunt. Her eyes flicked up, and she unlatched from the saccharine slick that pooled on her tongue.
“You keep that camera steady,” she muttered, thumb rubbing tiny, tight circles on your throbbing clit. “Or I stop, yea?”
You nod quickly, hips grinding into the slow and steady motion of her thumb, wet with your sticky . You would have agreed to anything she demanded of you right now anyway. Too needy, too desperate to feel her lips on you again.
“ ‘M counting on you to make a pretty movie for me.”
The sentence tapers off as she disappears to the space between your thighs again, and you nearly and truly sob as her nose bumps your clit, her tongue poking experimentally against your hole, feeling as it clenches against nothing.
You know your whimpers and quick little puffs of air are being picked up by the camera, but you’re too focused on keeping the lense directly focused on the auburn tendrils of hair, on where her face was covered by your thighs caging her cheeks in, keeping her in the place she most needed to be, drinking down every single single drop you gave her.
“Ellie,” you whine, toes curling when she presses away from your clit, two long fingers coming to part your folds, admiring the sticky sight.
“Shhh,” Ellie coos, eyes glancing up at the camera again, the burning sight of her fern colored gaze through the tiny screen has your stomach clenching even harsher, hands trembling lightly.
The air on your exposed center lasts no longer than a few seconds, Ellie’s head dipping down as the warm, wet feeling of a glob of her spit trails down your clit, finding your pulsing hole. Her tongue swipes it quickly after, suckling gently at the shiny bubbles. The sound that follows, the loud wet squelch of your wetness mixing with her spit is enough to make you want to cover the speaker of the camcorder, fingers gripping tightly at the little contraption. She focuses on licking at your sopping cunt, her head moving slightly, moaning against your folds.
“Oh—nnh—El!” you cry, your chin trembling in tandem with the hand you try desperately to keep still. Your hips rut up, and Ellie’s face moves up with you, an arm detaching from its place on your squishy thigh to instead wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Impossibly closer.
You can feel yourself closer, closer to that delicious peak, Ellie’s nose bumping your clit, tongue working mind numbing ministrations on you.
Then she pulls back.
“Fuckin made for me,” Ellie groans, taking a deep breath as she unlatched from your pussy, her fingers sweeping through your puffy lips. “Was fuckin’ made to let me taste you.” Her eyes flick to the camera, her tone louder than usual— a little less breathy. She wanted the microphone to hear.
You cry pathetically at the loss of her tongue, lip quivering.
“Tell me,” she demands, voice overpowering the slick noises of her now shiny fingers rubbing between your folds, the tips pausing at your pulsing hole, dipping only a little in, teasing. “Tell me this pretty pussy was made for me.”
And then Ellie is reaching forward, letting go of her grip on your hips to grab harshly at the camera, maneuvering it to show your trembling body, her fingers pressing open your lips, giving the camera a pretty close up of your soaked cunt. She croons at the sight, her fingers pressing together to land a short and sharp slap against the swollen lips. “S’pretty.”
“Ellie,” you choke, chest heaving up and down as the embarrassment creeps up, making that coil in your tummy even tighter.
“Tell me,” she says again, smoothly.
Desperate to have her fingers opening you up, to have her filling you and breaking that tightly wrapped tension in your groin, you break.
“I’m yours el. ‘m all yours, was made for you,” your voice is restrained, quiet as you chew at your lips, stirring in your spot as she continues the teasing.
“What else? Tell me more, baby,” she insists, one long finger sinking into you, hissing at the feeling of your cunt molding to her, perfect for her as you clench.
“A—ah!” your voice is a sweet little cry. You grind down into the feeling, searching for more. “It’s yours El,” you babble— louder now, head thrown back. Ellie captured the moment with a quick tilt up of the camera. “M-my pussy s’all yours.”
“Fuck,” Ellie breathes, her own, usually steady camera hand, wavering as you speak. She grants you with another finger as she thrusts harshly into you, a shriek pulled from your open mouth.
“So—s-so fucking perfect,” she grunts, curling her fingers gently, hitting that squishy spot in your walls that has you keening, eyes rolling back. “Love this pussy so much, shit—shit, love you so much.”
“Love you too El,” you blubber, your chin tilting down to stare directly at the camera for a second. That awkwardness, the fear from the early days of when she’d film you completely gone as you moan pathetically, eyes shiny with complete and utter adoration.
She only pistons her fingers into you harder, faster, relishing in how you moan, how your toes curl and your chin wobbles. You’re the prettiest fucking thing she’s ever seen.
The camera points down to where she’s thrusting into you, watching through the screen as you meet her thrusts, your hips moving against the grey sheets, your thighs squeezing her hand in between them as you sob out.
Ellie meets your eyes, stealing your attention from the camera she keeps focused on your squirming frame, pounding her fingers into your cunt. “Cum for me, you can do it baby, go on. Give me a pretty show.”
And you do. Your sweaty back lifts off the bed with a sharp sob as the cord in your tummy snaps, gushing around Ellie’s fingers, pulsing around her as she thrusts shallowly, riding you through it.
Your vision goes black for a second as you heave, hands shaking as you reach out for Ellie, fingers looking to curl around her warm skin.
You don’t even notice the off click of the camera, of how she lets it softly drop to the side as she climbs up your shaky form, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“So pretty,” Ellie hums, “Prettiest movie star ever,” she mumbled, and you pour your lips— getting another soft kiss as she continues to plant tiny loving pecks around your face.
“Never should’ve let you keep that camera,” you whisper gently, smiling right when she does against the corner of your mouth that she pecks at.
“Yea fuckin’ right, we just made the movie of the year babe.”
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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡° we can't be friends
he was important to you
this isn't accurately based of his lore (his story will be dropping in 2.1) nor even based of the 2.0 storyline BUT ariana grande's new song and album had me on a chokehold sm i just had to write it about aventurine, although i can see this song fitting perfectly with sae itoshi from blue lock too :> (not proofread btw)
"kakavasha!"
you smiled, running up to him with a small piece of bread in your fingers. having to live under poverty because of the 'bad guys' that were attacking your hometown was becoming even harder to find food yet alone shelter.
the boy with with blonde hair and purple eyes- that you swore you could look into them everyday and never got bored, turned to you with a wide smile on his face. "this is great! we finally have something to eat!"
the both of you shared the bread together under a rundown hut somewhere on the outskirts of sigonia-IV, looking over their homes.
the boy handed out a small bracelet, clipping it around her hand as he bashfully rubs the back of his head. "It's not much but.. at least this'll remind you of me."
"kakavasha.." she whispers softly, looking at him with tears in her eyes. the boy's face instantly turned pale as he nods to let you continue.
"promise me you'll stay with me, even if we get to leave this place, i want us to stay together. promise?"
the boy nods at your words, making a pinkie swear to seal their promise. little that you know that such promises were never bound to be true anyway.
time skips to current penacony
"y/n! check out the view!"
march 7th said as they all step down the express, looking over the reverie. the receptionist greeted them with a warm smile while himeko dealt with the room reservations.
"having problems with checking in?"
a voice that sounded so smug made them all turned their heads, facing a blonde man wearing a exclusive suit that was surely expensive.
"i beg your pardon, mr..?" welt asks, stepping in front of the girls. for some reason, you kept staring at the blonde man. something about him was giving off familiarity. "those eyes-"
"you like my eyes? why thank you, friend."
the blonde said in tone which definitely made you feel like slapping him. he sounded so cocky yet you can't help but feel like you know him from somewhere.
"kakavasha..?" you quietly spoke, making the blonde glaring daggers towards you. "Y-you're.. you're alive?" your hand reaches out to touch his cheek but the blonde stepped back. "the name's aventurine. i have no idea who you're talking about." he snapped, crossing his arms.
dismissing you, he went over to welt and himeko to discuss about the room reservations, leaving you, march and stelle alone. "you know the guy?" stelle asked with a disgusted look on her face. "yeah y/n, he was rude to you," march added. you brought out the bracelet that was wrapped around your wrist nearly as you walked up to the blonde who's name was aventurine.
"mr aventurine, sorry to disturb you but do you remember this?"
you showed him the bracelet, in hopes that this was the kakavasha she once cherished. aventurine flinches when his eyes lays on the bracelet but he shook his head a no. "no idea where you got that piece of art from," he replied bluntly. "you're from sigonia-IV! your eyes explains it! i'm y/n, one of the remaining sigonia-IV survivors-"
"i don't know you."
this made you stop dead as you blinked at him. "w-what do you-" "you heard me."
you lowered your head in shame as the commotion was already attracting other hotel guests in the lobby. stelle quickly steps in front of you as march tries to console you as the tears went down your cheeks unnoticeable.
"fine, we'll have it your way then." himeko glares at him, sealing their deal about the room reservations as aventurine lets out a chuckle. "spot on, astral express friends. enjoy your stay." and with that he walked passed you, sending you an annoyed look before walking away amongst the crowd.
"y/n..." himeko pats your back as she felt bad for what has happened between your interaction with aventurine. you only shake you head in response, giving the express crew a small smile, in hopes for them to ignore the fact that the boy you once loved was now a completely different person.
#aventurine's wife#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr#hsr aventurine#star rail aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine honkai star rail
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" Welcome to Night Raven College's "Ghostly Gossip"! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "
" A new ghoul here, are you? Well then, don't worry. Let this blog be your guide from the hallways to the catacombs! I'll let you in for some personal notes and tips to gurantee your high school survival, so don't you get lost on me now! "
There are plenty of monster students yet to be introduced to you, but for today let's start with...
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Give me strength to complete this project with every character. Just Jamil's took me days because I kept getting stuck with that first scraped design ⚰️ of course I had to start with him since AHEM AHEM I hate him sm (lying)
The only thing I forgor to add in the pic above is that the reason I made his hair half green/blue/(?) Is bcs I wanted something to contrast with the red clothes. For the first half of the process I thought his color pallette was too boring in general, so I slapped a gradient over his Rapunzel hair and called it a day tbh 💪
I'm still not 100% sure if I nailed it the way I originally wanted to, buy hey, It's a start. Can't let my perfectionism hold be back and keep me from sharing my art til the end of times. So here it is. First entry. I'm posting this at 22:20 right after I got home from class so I hope my exhaustion didn't sneak in some typos in the post 😫😫 oh and by the way the snake names were all ideas I asked for on my instagram stories. I absolutely love Steve. The person who sent the idea said that it was Kalim who named it that way and I can totally see it happening
But in a final note, I wanted a cooler layout for me to post the series, so I took the name Ghostly Gossip from Spectra's original name for her blog before it became The Gory Gazette, I believe? I'm having fun with this idea that everyone would be introduced by a in-universe blog post just like the original monster high website used to do. So I'm creating a tag for the navigation purposes too! At #.the ghostly gossip hehe, but that's kinda all! Um,, stay tuned? (Runs away)
#.the ghostly gossip#twst#my art#twisted wonderland#twst fanart#monster high#jamil viper#scarabia#monster high fanart
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I’VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU | DM / YOU
draco’s eyes have been following you everywhere, even to the prefects bathroom. requested by @dolcid <3
a/n • this was so much fun to write. i didn’t know what genre i wanted this to be so it’s a mashup of everything!!!! and all of my current ideas. i could’ve made this sm longer but i decided to keep it short.
theme • angst, fluff, sexual allusions but no explicit smut.
warnings • bullying, nobody likes you, you’ve got no friends, nonconsensual sexual advances, some sexual content, complicated feelings, rejection, angsty stuff, kissy stuff, etc.
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petulant. that is how you would describe draco malfoy. not that anyone would bother asking for your opinion. you were of the firm belief that bullies never wholeheartedly meant anything they said, that it usually came from a place of unresolved insecurity. draco malfoy was that sort of bully - the annoying, insincere sort, that probably only did it for some corrupt form of entertainment or to compensate for his dreadful hair. but his style was nevertheless cruel. he had an aptitude for humiliation and throwing insulting pieces of parchment at the back of your head during lessons. he loathed the sight of you. your brother, harry, was not much above malfoy’s bullying, and silently enabled every vile remark that the blonde boy threw at you. despite the unremitting teasing, you noticed that your brother appeared to have lost his tongue every time he bore witness to these events, and failed to stick up for you, despite your own fierce loyalty towards him.
you and harry and been bought up similarly, but in your first year at hogwarts together it transpired that harry was much less affected by the dursley’s abuse than you were. he became a brilliant, albeit cocky, boy with lots of friends and you seemed to drift in the opposite direction. by the time the second year of school had come around, you had no friends and had been thoroughly ostracised by your own twin and his two best friends. it made no difference that you and harry shared the same blood, it was irrelevant to almost every student and teacher in the school with the exception of luna lovegood, a girl who was as equally rejected as you were. you had to admit, even you found her a bit excentric sometimes, but she had a heart of gold and you couldn’t fault her.
it wasn’t uncommon for unkind students to play pranks on the both of you. once, you had found a pair of your shoes tied to the branches of the whomping willow. you would have loved to say that you were brave enough to retrieve them but you and luna had consecutively agreed that your lives were not worth a pair of scruffy, canvas pumps.
today, you had defence against the dark arts with professor snape. you’d learned to expect teasing and paid no heed to it, treating it as indifferent to the rest of your daily routine. you heaved your book up onto the desk and mindlessly inked the date onto your parchment. the fact that malfoy was yet to start flicking black ink at your school shirt was almost concerning, so you mustered up the confidence to glance at him over your shoulder. although you weren’t able to make out his snide remark, it wasn’t hard to infer the nature of his words because his face was screwed up with disgust, as if he’d just sniffed something foul. he usually looked at you like this when he was saying something callous.
as the gaunt teacher strode down the aisle of desks, he jabbed at the fact that your last piece of homework had been smeared with an unrecognised green substance. that had been the fault of malfoy’s goons, you recalled.
“ten points from ravenclaw.” you could have sworn the professor had nearly been snarling at you when he returned your assignment by slapping it onto the desk infront of you.
subdued by his harsh glare, you sunk into your seat hoping it would be enough to hide you from the sniggers of your classmates or, more severely, hoping that you would disappear.
malfoy arrogantly hollered, “nothing new with y/l/n, sir, she’s completely useless.”
“as much as i regret to divulge the truth…” snape droned on, “it seems you leave me no choice but to agree with my pupil, miss y/l/n. i must implore greater care from you next time.”
with a weak smile you looked up at your teacher and apologised, ignoring the eyes that bore anonymously into the back of your head. they were malfoy’s, but you were preoccupying yourself with the wall.
malfoy was an expert in his field. at some point he had gone from being an annoying little boy who only picked on you for your slovenly, second-hand uniform, to becoming one of your greatest anxieties, howbeit intelligent and even better at avoiding reprecussions. at the same time as malfoy had transcended this level, you noticed that he’d also started to outgrow the puppy-fat around his face, broaden around the shoulders and get increasingly taller. dare you say, he was becoming quite handsome. this wasn’t something you conciously thought about, you were too busy removing the hexes from your possessions before bed every night.
his goons, crabbe and goyle, marvelled the ground he walked on, to make matters worse. suppose malfoy didn’t show up for a lesson, you could unfortunately rely on crabbe and goyle to ravage your mood instead.
malfoy enjoyed having you on ropes, his victories came as a breath of fresh air because he was so used to overconfident gryffindors standing their ground. you were easy to break, not that he got any sadistic pleasure from ruining your day. the rationale behind it was that teasing you bore resemblence to a sort of callow game, it was a childish delight. at a push he found it cute when you reddened with embarrassment when he teased you. guilt was only small component of the game, he scarcely felt it. he might’ve felt remorse if he’d ever seen the tears in your eyes, but you never gave him the satisfaction.
you felt something suddenly bounce off of your head and land on your desk, it was a note. the hand it had come from was disciplined, their writing was neat however there wasn’t alot of it, instead an animated portrait of you being dangled in the air by the branches of the whomping willow tenanted most of the space. you furrowed your eyebrows.
“who…”
“surprised you don’t recognise my handwriting by now.” quipped a familiar voice. you shuddered. “never been one to pay attention though have you, y/n? i think that’s why you’re failing most of your classes.”
he wasn’t wrong. but it would be a whole lot easier if you weren’t subject to constant abuse.
“actually-” you began, prompting malfoy’s lips to curl into an unpleasant smirk. he cut you off before you could thoroughly begin.
“maybe if you weren’t so busy concerning yourself with that lunatic friend, you’d have room for school in that tiny brain of yours.” malfoy didn’t care who else he brought down in the process of taunting you. “or is it - remind me, what are they called again? the wrackspurts? total nonsense.”
despite the scorn in his voice, you detected something soft behind his eyes. everything about his expression mocked you, except for the eyes which studied you, to the point that he almost looked fascinated on the contrary to his angry eyebrows. his eyes followed your hand down to the piece of parchment and watched as you tucked it into your pocket.
strange. he thought. he’d expected you to throw it away, but instead you’d kept it on your persons like a souvenir of his cruelty.
in the strictest of confidence, he thought it was cute.
he thought you were cute.
the following day, you had care of magical creatures. you pursued a winding path that was swallowed by the forest on the way to your lesson. the grounds were impeccably preserved. you had always found yourself mesmerised by the school’s unworldly beauty: the dulcet choir of birds in the morning; the unflinching snowdrops; hagrid’s mountain of brilliant, orange pumpkins; the pine trees that shed their needles across the underwood. you were nature’s undeclared admirer.
you had learned to quickly tame your school book this year, by stroking along the binding as if to comfort it, but your fellow classmates were slower to this realisation, which made for a very messy walk to lesson. neville’s book wrestled him to the ground and tore at his uniform, by the time you had all formed a circle around hagrid, neville had been dismissed in order to find a new set of robes because his lay in shreds on the forest floor.
“wouldn’t do you much harm, y/l/n”, malfoy chorused, “weren’t you saying that you needed new uniform?” he said, gesturing to your faded cloak. the soles of your shoes were also coming apart.
“just leave it, malfoy.” you sighed defeatedly, clutching your book to your stomach.
“i’m quite good at fixing shoes, i learned a few things from the cobbler in diagon alley”, he started, lowering his wand to your feet.
to little effect, you began to step back, the other students paying more attention now to malfoy than they were the lesson.
“taranallegra!” he thurst a cloud of purple smoke at your feet, and stepped back to admire his work.
your legs soon become restless, you were hopping from one side to the other, until you were involuntarily dancing infront of the entire class. it wasn’t something you could resist, if you’d strained any harder your legs might have snapped in two. it took hagrid few strides to reach malfoy because of his huge legs. then, the teacher grabbed the boy by the scruff of his collar and growled.
“you undo thats now or i’ll ‘ave yer sent up to dumbledore this instant!”
hagrid’s narrowed eyes pressured malfoy into searching desperately for his wand, but the boy wasn’t successful. whilst you jigged uncomfortably, a small mound of black fur hurried to your side, it was a creature you had been studying as part of your elective, an innocently disposed niffler, whose small paw was wrapped mischievously around malfoy’s wand. the slytherin gulped and the niffler looked up at you with a pair of sinless eyes, they twinkled. if creatures could smile, the niffler would have been smiling. it tapped your shoes, sweetly ending the jig, and scampered behind your legs to where it hid from malfoy’s long, condemning finger that pointed straight at it.
“professor, that thing has stolen my wand!”
“oh shurrup, yer slimey toad.” hagrid groaned and released malfoy’s collar with some force.
the teacher winked at you kindly as he picked the niffler up with two hands, like a small puppy, and pulled malfoy’s wand from it’s grip.
it was difficult to say who had been more embarrassed.
“you’ll pay for that, you pathetic halfblood.” draco sneered, snatching his wand back from hagrid without thanks. his two goons crossed their arms threateningly over their chests and smirked. they were like puppets - funny looking ones with protruding features and round tummies. at this, you laughed and turned your back on malfoy for the rest of the lesson leaving him to stare at the back of your head with a heavy chest.
he felt he’d gone too far. he wasn’t sure why. but that didn’t dissuade him from ensnaring the tree roots around your feet with a dark charm to wind themselves around your ankles.
“MR MALFOY!” bellowed the giant teacher. the niffler ran up to malfoy and mounted his leg, attempting to bite him with it’s blunt teeth. you would’ve found it funny if you weren’t bound to the forest floor. in typical fashion, harry undid the hex - ONLY because he hated malfoy just as much as you did.
actually, you weren’t sure if you hated him. you just hated that he hated you.
weeks had passed now. the sad smile you cast towards hagrid at the end of the lesson was the denouement of malfoy’s bullying. in the weeks that followed, he’d been battling an unfamiliar feeling of guilt. it was foreign to you as well, but you’d been feeling, noticeably, lighter and draco had been observing your newfound happiness.
it was fine. it didn’t bother him. not one bit. he spent most of his time convincing himself that he didn’t miss your… altercations. perhaps he meant interactions? he certainly couldn’t besmirch himself by apologising, that was too far. so he had to ignore you.
until one evening he found his goons picking on you in the library.
you had taken up harry’s reluctant offer to study with him and ron in the library, ron hated the idea, but harry had learned to tolerate you ever since malfoy had stopped ridiculing you. truthfully, you were less of an embarrassment to him this way.
you had left your desk to find the book that you needed, when a cold hand prevented you from pulling out of the shelf.
“whatchu need that for, ay?” you recognised crabbe’s uneducated accent.
“just studying…” you hadn’t missed this. the constant apprehension. perhaps you’d let your guard down too much, you’d stopped excepting it. knowing your luck, malfoy would probably appear soon and start being cruel in some way or another, and crabbe prolonged the minutes by staring down at your cowering figure.
goyle was stood there too, lethargically pressed up against the bookshelf opposite you.
“what should we do with you? draco’d kill us if he thought we were here-“
“-taking the liberty to annoy you ourselves.”
they completed eachother’s sentences like twins.
“bet your brother’s glad to be shot of you for a few-“
“but we could do him a favour and make it a lot longer if you’d like us to.” goyle teased while crabbes hand made it’s way through the folds of your robe.
“no, i don’t think that’s-“ you tried, but crabbed pressed a fat finger against your lips to silence you. you knew that any attempt to escape them would be done in vain, they would have already planned ways to stop you. goyle dipped his chubby mitts into your pocket and took your wand, tucking it into his back pocket. nifflers were an unlikely occurrence in the library. all of your options were exhausted.
“no, please-“ as crabbe’s hand rode up your thigh, goyle went suddenly rigid and slumped onto the floor, your wand rolling out of his pocket onto the stone slabs.
“patrificus totalus!” you’d closed your eyes expecting to be the victim of another immature prank, but you mistaken. the anonymous wizard had missed and the spell rebounded off of the bookshelf, causing crabbe to retreat into his neck fat and turn around.
“malfoy?!” you choked, surprised. he looked at you but he didn’t acknowledge you, in the same way that he picked up your wand and shoved it abruptly into your chest, but refused to say a word.
instead, he gritted at crabbe and poked his wand viciously into the folds of his skin.
“the bloody hell do you think you’re playing at?” at the same time, he kicked goyle’s pleading hand away from him and grimaced at the lump on the floor. “consider yourself lucky, the pair of you.” he threatened, taking crabbe by the collar and tossing him down to the ground .
“pathetic.”
you must’ve accrued some sort of respect from malfoy after the incident with the niffler.
the look that crossed malfoy’s face was not explicitly guilty - until your eyes began to well with tears. after everything, you’d hoped to be immune to everybody’s incessant wickedness but it had somehow come to this. scooping up the book you’d been after, you brushed past the slytherin, whose mouth had fallen open to say something but failed him.
over the days that ensued, you were left to ruminate as to why he’d bothered sticking up for you at all. draco malfoy hated you. there was no means of distracting you from these thoughts, especially now it was the holidays and luna had gone back to spend it with her father.
you were one of few students that stayed at school during the holidays. you and harry. malfoy’s father had insisted he spend his spring break at hogwarts to focus on his studies, he was keen for his son to make a success of himself, if only he knew about his extracurricular activities. in some ways, you preferred it when the other students left to see their families, but your biggest headache still sat across from you at all meal times.
you noticed that draco’s eyes had become less hostile, more watchful and there was no distracting you from that, either. every time you looked up from your plate, his chin was connected to his palm in a manner of deep, undisrupted thought.
his blue eyes followed you through abandoned corridors, up enchanted staircases, though his feet maintained a fixed position.
silly, conflicted draco.
he was beginning to feel things that he wasn’t used to, that provoked him to behave strangely. if you ever confronted him about his actions, he’d justify them by saying that he was simply protecting you, because you were truly incapable of protecting yourself, supposing that no one had slipped veritaserum into his morning pumpkin juice.
malfoy was on his way back to the slytherin common room after quidditch practice, when he’d noticed the sound of footsteps in suspiciously empty cloisters. darkness had stolen the day. it was cold. he whispered “lumos” to his wand, and followed the fading noise. he was also unconsciously trailing after a familiar scent - something that echoed honeysuckle. meanwhile, you were unaware that malfoy was skulking behind you.
you’d borrowed harry’s invisibility cloak to slip into to the prefect’s bathroom late at night. you unlocked the door and hung harry’s cloak on one of the many hooks. when malfoy realised what he’d gotten himself into, he held his breath. he immediately felt like a complete pervert. not only was he unaware that it you was you hidden beneath the cloak, he’d also been unaware that this was the prefects bathroom until he got himself locked inside.
you began to shed your layers, your tired robes of the day, your figure appearing to draco in the moonlight. the moon kissed your skin shamelessly through the stained glass, draco tried to keep his eyes trained on the floor, but your body was an invitation to a temple he’d yet to worship.
just as you submerged yourself in the bubbles, he stepped forward, clearing his throat. he’d since put his light out and dropped his wand on the floor, leaving little light to highlight his features. the looks you gave eachother were a surprisingly comfortable exchange, you felt fine so long as the bubbles covered everything that made you shy.
“i didn’t realise you were following me, draco.” you whispered gently, pulling the bubbles into your breasts, careful not to melt them with the water dripping off of your hands.
“nor did i.” he chuckled breathlessly, eyes blown wide with fascination.
neither of you had yet noticed the snow falling softly from the ceiling, it melted too quickly in the water, for draco’s magic was attuned his feelings of guilt. this also spurred feelings of sadness, hopelessness and desperation - he desperately wanted to be forgiven. around the bath grew tiny, white posies of mistletoe that also harmonised with his feelings. but these feelings were of a different nature, but he lacked the adequate vocabulary.
everything that had been repressed was surfacing in the bathroom.
“why are you here, draco?”
“i’m sorry, it was an accident, i should be goin-“
you extended an arm out of the bubbles and grabbed his ankle.
“but i haven’t said thank you yet.”
“for what?”
“for sticking up for me.”
malfoy stiffened and shrugged, his back still to you. if he looked at you for any longer, he’d turn the bathroom into a garden.
“yeah well, i don’t mind a prank. but they took it too far. i don’t like you any more, i don’t hate you any less.” he lied, causing the flowers to suddenly wilt. you noticed and frowned, cupping your cheeks in contemplation whilst your elbows rested on the side of the bath. the snow from above delicately crowned your head.
you now bathed with an uncomfortable silence, draco couldn’t bare it any longer. he withstood all of his words, all of his beliefs, and turned around quickly, kneeling down and pulling you onto his lips by the face.
he moaned longingly, wetting your mouth with his kiss. you returned the gesture with keen interest, using your arms to hoist yourself out of the water, although you were no longer hidden by the bubbles and your chest was flush against his quidditch uniform, making it wet. you were only far enough out of the water to reveal your top half, the bubbles still hugged your little waist, he loved it.
he pulled back quickly, shaking off his green uniform and leaving it in a careless heap on the floor to be soaked as he jumped into the water. draco was considerably bigger than you, however thinner. he swam to you, pulling your legs around his waist and snogged you up against the wall of the bath, blonde hair how damp and rugged-looking. he had kept his underwear on as courtesy, but it was clear you cared little for chivalry as you lips made their way down his neck.
“i’m sorry, y/n, it was supposed to be a game,” he breathed, slowing your endeavours, and pulled your focus up to his eyes by holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “got out of hand…”
despite all of the heat, and the fact that you requited the feelings inhabiting his cold heart, it wasn’t going to work out with draco the way you hoped it would. you weren’t pleased to submit yourself to a person like that. you deposited these feelings quietly in the water, in the hope they’d disappear down the drain along with all of the bubbles, and petals…
previous discrepancies between you and draco made you reluctant to kiss him any further, you even welcomed thoughts of hating draco, it would have been so much easier to let go of him that way. still, you loosened your grip on his hair and shook your head.
“it would be too foolish.”
he preciously rubbed your cheek with a thumb and disagreed, “then be a fool for me?”, innocently cocking up an eyebrow. he’d never felt so vulnerable, if you rejected him he’d have to drown himself or do something spectacularly awful, he thought.
then, he thought he couldn’t possibly be bargaining with you. he cringed slightly and pulled his hand back too. he had stripped to not only reveal the best of him, but all of the worst too. he considered remorse, and vulnerability to be a few of the worst qualities, that were redeemed by the big package in his underwear. it was childish, his way of thinking. you were accustomed to it.
it would have been nearly too easy to make draco malfoy your friend, let alone your lover.
you were surprised that the sun hadn’t begun to dazzle you through the stained glass mermaid. what felt like epochs, transpired to be 2 hours after you’d returned to your dormitory in a fluffy robe and slippers. that night, despite how tired you felt, you couldn’t sleep soundly with draco malfoy’s kiss weighing on your conscience. and the fact that you’d rejected him.
when the term resumed, you expected your kiss with malfoy to have been forgotten about. rather than teasing you for your tatty uniform, he instead discovered ways to flirt with you to an insufferable extent, they worsened day to day. it was his revenge. because you challenged his disposition. because you lead him astray. because you seduced him with that perfect, perfect body of yours. because you forced him to admit that he didn’t hate you at all. because you -
you.
it was all your fault.
despite however much you pretended to hate him, you couldn’t deny the ghost of his hands nor the way they’d pawed at your breasts and loved you. yearning for him seemed to consume you more than hating him, but deliberately nosey glances from your brother made it difficult to reciprocate anything out-loud during lessons.
one day, he’d leaned over to “borrow your textbook” in potions, his cool breath making contact with your ear as he muttered a sly “thank you” to which you valiantly fought him off with an elbow and snatched the book out of his hands.
you craved him. and bickering with him was but a lame excuse to touch him, because it looked strange any other way. so you both unrelentingly fought the other. you hit his arm, you elbowed him as much as you had to if it meant you could feel close to draco malfoy. because loving him was not an option.
at night it wasn’t your heart, but your pussy that needed him, for so many consecutive nights you clutched your pillow to the warmth between your legs and rocked back and forth, wishing he was there.
perhaps it would be sufficient to fuck eachother and avoid the subject of love all together? you wondered this sometimes. you wondered about things like this when you shouldn’t have been, when you should have been paying attention to professor snape’s arrogant ramblings. perhaps you should try and forget about that night in the bathroom for good? move on? unlikely. these thoughts usually occurred to you in quick succession and overwhelmed you for the rest of the day.
it would’ve been an ordinarily overwhelming day if malfoy hadn’t seized you from within the alcove he’d been hiding it, and covered your mouth with his big hand.
“i must be going crazy, y/n.” he started angrily, “i haven’t thought about anything else.”
his eyes were crazed, his mind was demented, his heart was torn. you fiddled for your wand, even though you knew you wouldn’t need it, but he stopped you anyway and pinned your hands to the stone wall behind your head. he was gripping you so tightly, his knuckles had turned white.
you weren’t religious, but you’d mistaken draco for the devil. clearly, something had been tormenting him all day, he looked disturbed, and it was making you tremble.
“get off me you dog!” you whisper-shouted, above the sound of a party. you assumed slughorn must’ve been throwing one of his do’s, judging by the raucous music and the smell of alcohol lingering on malfoy’s breath. funny, he wasn’t usually invited to events like that.
his robes were smarter than usual. he was always well dressed but they weren’t embroidered with his house crest, and his tie wasn’t green, instead it was all black and stylish, his blonde hair combed neatly either side of a middle part.
“dog? dog?! you-“
“SHUT UP!” you shouted, because you couldn’t put your hand over his mouth.
“you can’t just kiss me the way you did, and expect to forget about it!” he seethed at you, burying his knee between your legs, making you gasp, “my heart talks about nothing else.”
“no one else.” he continued sincerely, silencing his heavy breaths against your forehead, but it was hardly a kiss.
“you must be drunk, draco.” you tried weakly, but in vain, because you were moaning when he kissed you for the second time in your short life.
“who’s the fool now?” he questioned, mumbling against your lips between short kisses, “you have been mine, the whole time i have known you. you never knew it.”
you had no fond memories at hogwarts besides those shared with draco. as he looked upon you with fierce eyes, you came to the uncanny realisation that your entire teenhood had revolved around him in some way or another, fate had been twistedly weaving you together. you hadn’t been intending to tie your soul to his every time you’d fought him off with a glare, or ruined the other’s day. every tear you shed was his, he owned every feeling you’d ever felt in human extremity, all of the smiles he’d watched from across the hall were contingent on his actions, and for too long he’d abused this power.
his hold on you relaxed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for seconds. his tongue ravaged your pretty mouth, and licked yours. you knew what the kisses would lead to, if you carried on in such a way that had draco panting for breath and lowly whining when you denied him the chance to grind against your hips. your innocence was his, too, to bear and to deconstruct. he did just this, leading you on foot through the halls, before he grew impatient and threw you over his shoulder, handling you through the door of the slytherin common room and throwing you against the leather sofa.
he crawled ontop of you, discarding his black robes on the floor and unfastening the buttons of his shirt, exposing so much more than skin.
“don’t you ever try anything like that again,” he said furiously in reference to your attempt at denying all the obvious feelings you had, and wrapped his hand delicately around your throat.
“i’ve got my eye on you.”
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[ pretty boy ] itadori yuuji
♡ contains: 600+ words. MDNI, smut, oral (m! receiving), face fucking/riding, cum swallowing, pet names (baby, princess)
♡ summary: yuuji is the prettiest boy you've ever seen, even moreso, when he's riding your face.
♡ end note: and this marks the end of this series thank you sm for reading (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ i won't do this ever again jk
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even with both of your hands and feet, you can't count how many times you find your boyfriend, yuuji, extremely pretty.
just like when he smiles; the edge of his lips almost reaches his eyes, wide and bright, you fear that if you stare a minute longer you'd go blind. when moments like this, you feel as though you are staring at an art in a museum, a forbidden painting—a view that no human could take a peek at, have the luxury to see, except you.
his smile was the reason you fell for him, the weight of his confession lost its way in the back of your mind as you stared at his smile, at his entrancing grin. that was the first time you ever found a man so pretty.
it becomes more apparent when he blushes; when you call him pretty and his ears and cheeks shaded into a bright pink that it almost matches the color of his hair. he'll ask you to say it again and once you did, his heart and brain will stop for a second, malfunctions–his figure trembles in embarrassment and elation.
it'll take him quite a while before he recovers, you still find him pretty as he loses his composure. even if he makes a mess on his food trying to process the compliment you just gave him, he's still the embodiment of the word pretty.
but out of all those moments, nothing can compare to this sight.
how yuuji’s nails are digging into the headboard, his whines and moans bouncing across the corners of the room, gradually increasing in volume, his eyes glazed over and filled with lust while he has your head caged in between his toned thighs.
from your position, you could see him—all of him; the sweat that cascades at the side of his face, his drool that slips from the corner of his mouth, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows and how his stomach flexes the more he rocks his hips into your face.
yuuji pushes your head even harder into the pillow, riding your face until the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, making you choke and gag, just the way he likes it.
you're sure this is the moment where yuuji is the prettiest.
“baby, f-fuck, fuck” even his moans are pretty, broken, needy, high-pitched a tell tale signs that he must be close. the more you listen, the more you could feel yourself growing wetter, you're pretty sure there's a damp spot forming beneath you.
yuuji keeps his hand on your head, his hips now moving back and forth into your mouth—so warm, inviting, addicting. he could feel himself getting lost in pleasure while he fucks your mouth even deeper, trembling lightly, vision turning white as he could feel himself close to release.
“g-gonna, shit, ‘m close, ’m close gonna cum baby” he babbles, you dig your nails into his thighs, encouraging him to go even deeper and yuuji swears it drives him even further to release.
with a final moan of your name yuuji finishes, spurts of white filling your mouth, droplets trickle from the corner of your lips. he apologizes for not pulling out and told you not to swallow it but you didn't listen, even opened your mouth for him to see how you swallowed all of it–all of his cum.
“fuck, you're so sexy” yuuji groans, his dick slapping against his lower abdomen, ready to go again from your lewd display. before you could even react, he already moved from above you into between your legs.
yuuji smiles, “it’s your turn now princess” god, he really is the prettiest.
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hi !!! i wanted to know if you have a few tips on how you do your poses ? im not the greatest at them and want to see what others have to offer ^v^''
also , i absolutely ADORE your art ! it motivates me a lot
first of all thank you sm!! poses are literally my favourite thing to plan out so ill try my best to explain ghdfskl
so i usually break the body shape down like this
the body is basically like a 2-part rectangle which i can push in whatever direction i want to lead the pose- i like to exaggerate the shape to emphasise the uhh force of that push ig? i just play around with it until i get the energy i want
for idle/straight on poses i try to make them seem like they're doing something so that the pose forms more of a trapezium than a stiff rectangle, let the characters have some fun!
at this stage i don't really mind if the anatomy isn't completely accurate since i can fix that at the lineart/2nd sketch, im just focusing on getting the flow down so i let my lines be loose, just as long as i know which limb goes where then im good
also back poses!! most of the time you see the front of the character so drawing the back can be refreshing for me :) they flow just as well as the front ones too!
the same pose can be drawn in different angles- sometimes i put down a (very freestyled) perspective grid to define the space around the character and see where they can stand, and imagine a floating camera depending on where i want the focal point to be
you also don't really need to fret about following the grid to a T, just as long as they look grounded and the angle seems right
i like to slap down a few random grids to see how the character can interact with them, and they don't even need to be touching the character- they're just guidelines after all
for me i think of poses with a main line of action and a secondary contrasting motion (though sometimes one main line is enough), the second line adds a little flair and weight while the main is what you see at first glance
use references also! i can't emphasise that enough!! there's always pinterest or (especially for action poses) fight scenes from storyboards or from the finished film, which i love looking through frame-by-frame bc the keyframes and in-betweens are gold mines for inspiration- lego monkie kid is one of my go-to's for high energy poses!
aand that's all i got for now, hope this helps ^_^
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hi! i want to befriend people in this fandom but idk how i’ve been lurking for so long it feels so weird to just start. saying hi. popping up in peoples dms. do u maybe have any tips ^^ also i love ur art it gives me sm brainwaves like woah. your princezam design slaps sooo hard ok bye! have a good day :D
anon im definitely not the person to ask 😭 im too shy to approach almost anyone so i just yap in mutuals’ reblogs or replies and hope that one day i know enough about them to send them a thing theyd like that i saw on my dash or something. ALSO TY FOR LIKING MY ART THATS AWESOME i hope you have a great day and good luck on your endeavors, theres others who are maybe better at socializing online out there so if anyone has any actual tips.. hey… pspspspsps
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you like Dredge right. What are your favorite aberrations
Oh man I adore so many of them, honestly the art style in general is SO COOL that I just love both the concepts and the drawings themselves. I find the art for a bunch of them is more silly than scary so i shy away from those, even if some of the descriptions for those are really dope too
Here's some that I like! I am biased towards eels x)
Host eel (parasites <333)
Voltaic grouper (how could I not love the lightning themed one i gasped out loud when i caught it the first time)
Serpentine Mackerel (It's a snake. Obviously I love this thang)
Shard ray (this is a fucking fighter jet <3)
Sprouting eel (petal themes AND eels? love this thang)
Defaced ray. This one is the fucking scariest aberration BY FAR. I wish more of them looked this fucked up tbh
Bonuses:
Decaying blackmouth. I like this not for anything justified but because this thing reminds me of Graves for whatever reason
Tattered mackerel (I just think the art for this is gnarly as fuck. It's bad enough to be torn to shreds but to just BE shreds? a shadow of a shadow. Metal as hell)
I rly love all the guys though the art style just slaps soooo hard <333 i love all of em sm
#my fave guy though is obviously the leviathan. i got a fucking photoshoot of him way back when#so cool to see always#ask#anon#dredge#body horror#all of the fuckin... jellied fish and consumed/flayed fish are so creepy as well#those tend to be my faves cause again i prefer all the ones that are scary and gross over the silly ones
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Hey hey! Fellow it pronouns user hell yeah. love your art sm the shapes are SCRUMPTIOUS and I love the feeling of it. crunching it biting it. One of the main sources of my own inspiration for drawing lately, you just do it with such good vibes in it. like an herbal tea.
I’m not sure if you’ve answered before, but if you haven’t, what’s your fav part of your art process?
Also for a request if you’re up for it, swap!sans or fresh with comical weapons? I love seeing swap sanses w/ the big hammers or fresh with his furbies.
Hope you’re having a good day or night, and if you aren’t, I hope it turns up!
Thank you so dearly as well! I'm glad to know that I can be one of those inspirations that helps push you forward, I've always looked up to certain artist to make me want to improve, and I'm glad I can be one of those for you. [also! fuck yeah!! pronouns!! [Props to all those who use he/him, it/its, or both! ya'll are my homies. my broskis, my besties in the real]]
As for my favorite art thing, I think I have answered, but my favorite is posing and sketching! what's in the drawings above ^^^, lines stress me out, and colors are just all slap dash and usually eyeballed aha. nothings funner than getting the concept out there.
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i am so very unhealthy about your lamb, genuinely i think they're my favorite depiction
they're so... sHapEs
i don't at all know how to phrase it but the fluffy baby is actually causing me severe brainrot right now, do not send help i would like to pass like this/hj
thank you for making such a little creature and sharing your art with us, very wonderful <3
AAAAAAAAAAA - THANKS YOU SM ANOOON 😭
[insert way too many happy noises here]
these kind of asks makes me so happy ;; i keep shoving this poor lamb into so many versions (chibi, feral, etc) poor wooly thing x)
Haha! I read a few users pointing out the shapes thing <3 I think its 'cause try to make the sketches as dynamic as possible? (since imma terrible 'nd colouring, i gotta pulish other habilities hshsh) not sure, but imma happy my art mess is liked ;v;
here, have my posedrawingpain + round feral lamb as a treat /hand falls
o h, go ahead, brainroot all y'need
br҉ainr͢oot̕i͘ǹg ̢is goơd ̴f͠o̕ŕ y̷ąr̸ s͝ ͠o̵ u ͟l͟
wait, by the fluffy baby you mean the demon spa -- the hypochild??? pls take and exorcise that thi--/slapped
RFHSAdashfd
Thanks you for the support and the cute ask !!! 💕 It really means a lots to me 💕
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is there any chance I can have you explain the use of light when doing art but like you would a child please ; v ; ) I’ve watched several videos going into great detail about it but it’s flying over my head and I’m lost like i kinda get how to shade an stuff but I’m just kinda slapping it on there with no real point of light— please and thank you sm ( btw feel free to ignore this 💖 )
Hey, sorry it took me literal ages to get to your ask. I just didn't really know how to go about it, ngl 😅
I took the "with no real point of light" part and tried to explain it, but in the end it really comes down to "you have to feel it".
Anyways, here are my thoughts:
Basically knowing where the light is coming from and being able to imagine the shadows different shapes throw is basically it. Then it all comes down to what mood you're going for.
There is a lot to talk about considering light and shadow and I'm almost sure I didn't answer your question correctly 😅 so if you want me to try again, let me know
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SCREAMS
WELCOME BACK
I’VE HAD A WEEEK OF THINKING ABOTU EP 4 NONSTOP AND THE ONLY REASON I’M NOT POSTING ART IS BECAUSE I’M PARANOID ABOUT PEOPLE UNTHINKINGLY SLAPPING SPOILERS IN THE TAGS (its happened before) BUT DADSY HAS MY ENTIRE SOUL ANYWAY
ITS EP 5 TIME AND HECK HECK
MONKIE KID SEASON 4 EPISODE FIVE WE HALFWAY THROUGH BOOOOIIIIIIS
BUCKLE UP I AM NORMAL ALREADY FOLKS
actually to be honest I’ve been pretty chillin until I doodled Pigsy and Mk and now I’m feeling feral THIS SHOW REALLY IS SO GOOD FOR MY BRAIN YELLSSS
OKAY OKAY HERE WE GO
COURT OF THE YELLOW ROBED DEMON HECK SOUNDS FUN LETS BOOGIE
continues to be a banger theme song that i will listen to all the way through every time it plays thank you very much
.
.
.
i need a moment
lays down
Pigsy absolute beloved ;-;
ALSO I’M KINDA WHEEZING AT THE BLUE ISN’T REALLY MY COLOUR
HECK I DIDNT’ APPRECCIATE EP 4 ENOUGH SO YOU BEST BELIEVE I’MA BE CHERISHIGN THE CRAP OUTTA EPISODE FIVE
I’M JUST SO HAPPY PLS BGSL;DKFMSDF
Pigsy washing his clothes in the river, Mk doodling i adore I’m so much and MEI BELOVED BALANCING SWORD ON HER NOSE I’M
THE VIBES ARE SO GOOD I WILL CRY
i had to rewind because i just sat here watching and just ;-; SUCH GOOD VIBES MAN |;A;/
ALSO HECK DIOLOGUE
HECKINGDSFLKMSD
PIGSY CALLING OTHER PIGSY A MONSTER
HMHMHM JOTTING THAT DOWN UR HONOUR
NGL BUT THAT VALIDATES MY OWN LITTLE SELF-INDULGENT FIC I WROTE A WHILE BACK OF TIME TRAVEL AND HIM DISLIKING PAST HIM SORRY I’M JUST GRRGRRRAWRRR BITES /POS
IS PIGSY HAVING TROUBLE ACCEPTING THAT WAS A PAST LIFE?
HECK I’M BITESBITESBITES
THE LAST EP KINDA FELT CONFUSING WHERE TANGS FELT VERY THUROUGH IN WHAT THE BIGGEST REGRET THING WAS BUT
AFTER LITERALLY JUST THAT LINE I’M LIKE OH SO HIS GREATEST REGRET WAS JUST BEING WHO HE WAS HUH FR
I’M LIKE THIRTY SECONDS IN AND ALREADY NORMALGBS;LDFKMA
Tang with the name correction ;-;
PIGSYGBSDFLMWE
DON’T GO COMPARING ME TO THAT DEMON
I’M JUST PLAIN OL PIGSY
|;A;/
I’M FINE IGNORE ME
Pigsy ur so valid for wanting layers on hHNV;LKSMFSD But my good sir no need to apologize for being a hunk smhBG;LSKDFM;WOEF
Mei
Mei absolute beloved
a
s
SCREAMS
DRAGON TIME
WE GONNA SEE HIIIMMMMMMM
considering i had so much brainrot about Wukong and Ao Lie brother moments after season 3 if we see him and we get any of his care for his bro i will be emotionally destroyed /pos LIKE I BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEM SM I TELL YOU AAAAAAAA
Mei: oh he must’ve been awesome
you’re right mei he was
just didn’t get much… screen time. book time? time
BG;KSADFKMSDF
I WONDER HOW THEY’LL CHRACTERIZE HIM
HECK
AAAAAAA
SO MANY OPTIONS
i am very normal if we see him i’ll cry
Mei’s got some seriously good balance now
MY ANCENSTORGSLDFKMAGNMAWE
.
Okay i wanna laugh over Mei’s I THOUGHT MONKEY KIGN WIAS YOUR DAD! HE’S NOT MY DAD!!!!
I WAS GONNA LAUGH BUT U H
THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS HAS BEEN MENTIONED
MK IS LITERALLY DRAWING A STONE EGG
THE PEBBLE CRACKING IN HIS FLASHBACK
BUDDIES OF MINE SUDDENLY ON THE MK AND WUKONG SIBLING TRAIN
head in hands
so this confirms the theory that smacked me in the face last week this is fine
Mk fr probably a pebble from swk’s rock or something i don’t know TOO MANY FINGERS POINTING IN TAT DIRECTION I DONT’ KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THAT FEEL FREE TO PROVE ME WRONG UNIVERSE I WOULD GLADLY ACCEPT IT
AM I AFRAID TO LEARN ABOUT MK’S BACKSTORY NOW?
YEAH A LITTLE BIT
EVERYHTING IS FINE
TIS IS FINE
A
AH
PLS
SCREAMS
HE SAID IT
SHAKES YOU
GUYS HE SAID IT I’MGNSDFLK;MASDF
THE POINT
AND
PIGSY’S MY DAD
PIGSY SWEATINGBDL;KMASD
PLEASENG;LKSAMF
UR HONOUR
UR HONOUR PLEASE
THIS IS MY SEASON
THIS IS MY SEASON
HECKING
GETTING EVERYTHING I COULD EVER WANT SHUT UUUUPPPPBGS;DFKLMAW;EOIMFE
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
HIS BLEP AND CONTINUES COLOURING
Y’ALL MK MY BELOVED I ADORE THIS DUDE SM
PIGSY BLINDSIDED BY BEING CALLED DAD SO BLATANTLY I’M ON THE FLOOR
MK REALLY JUST
LETS CUT THE CRAP THAT’S MY DAD EVERUYBODY ELSE CAN GO I’MGBSD;FKMASDF
Guys I think i found my favourite episode
no lie this is
everything to me rn
PLEASE
A CONSPIRICY BOARDBG;SLKDMFWE
TANG’S DOODLES
SANDY STILL OFF SCREENGBSD;FKM;WOEF
CAN MEI BECOME A HORSENGKLMFD
GOOD QUESTION ACTUALLY
HECK HECK I FEEL LIKE THIS IS MOVING TO FAST I WANT TO GO BACK AND REWATCH THE WHOLE MONKEY KINGS NOT MY DAD PIGSYS MY DAD UH KID I’M NOT TECNICALLY-
HEKCKMGNDSFMSD
YEAH
I CAN’T BELIEVE
THEY’RE THEORIZING ON SCREEN
ABOTU WHETHER OR NOT MK’S RELATED TO MONKEY KING
I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS REAL I FEEL LIKE I’M SCROLLING THORUGH THE FANDOM TAGBGBSDL;KFMSDF
I WILL CRY
HECK THIS IS SO FUNNY SEEING IT ALL SLAPPED OUT LIKE THAT I’VE LITERALLY THOUGHT THAT ALL IN THAT ORDER WE’VE MADE SO MANY THEORIES LIKE THIS I’M WHEEZINGNSDFL;KMSDF
BELOVED MONKEY KING
REAL SWK CONFIRMED
I’M GONNA SCREAM
THEY LEGIT DOING THIS??
FR???
I CAN’T BELEIVE THISGBSD;FKLMOEWF
SO
MK
RELATED TO MONKEY KING SOMEHOW CONFIRMED IG
ALL THAT
PLS
HE’S AT LEAST A STONE MONKEY
I DON’T KNOW HOW THAT WOULD WORK I LIKE MONKEY KING BEING ONE OF A KIND AND ALL THAT NOT SURE ABOUT THAT APPROACH BUT HECK IT WE BALL IG
ALSO PLEASELMGSAOFE
MK JUST LIKE NOOOO NONONONONOOO NO THANK YOU THAT’S CRAAAAZY
ah yess because he’s normally sooooo forthcoming with information
HELPGSDLKF
YEAH
SHE GOT A POINT LAD
SHE DO BE GOT A POINT
poor mk not looking very stoked at this possibility
CURIOUS YOU’D THINK HE’D BE ECSTATIC BUT IG TRUAMA DOES A LOT BGSDL;FKMS
MK COMUNICATING LEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WELL WHEN WE FIND HIM WE CAN ASK HIM! :D
PLS I JUST LOV EHIM A LOT GUYS
PIGSYGBSD;LKFMWE
PIGSY YOU’VE BEEN HERE FIVE SECONDS WHY ARE YOU ANNOYEDNLGKMMFEEF
I’m telling you now! :D
PLS IT TAKES A SECOND TO FIGURE THESE THINGS OUT
H
HECK
SCREAMS
HECK WAIT
I’M NOT READY
THIS IS SO EARLY IN THE EPISODE WDYM
USUALLY THEY WAIT TILL CLSOER TO THE END TO LULL YOU INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY
WE’RE ONLY TWO MINUTES IN
HELP WAITBG;LSDKMF
also welp ig mk really is stone monkey HOW DOES THAT WORK I DON’T KNOW I’M IN PIECES GO BACKGNS;LKFMWE
i DON’T KNOW IF THAT’S MONKEY KINGS ROCK MK I THINK IT’S YOURS
ALSO UM WHAT THE HECKNVG;LKSDMFBGN;AKFMA;WOEF
MK VERY EAGER TO HAVE MONKEY KING EXPLAIN TO EVERYONE HE’S DEFINITELY NOT HIS DADGBSDF;LKM;SDF
th
heck
okay
so
so
soooo
that sounded
less like monkey kings voice there
and more like
ahem
Mk’s
SO WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
SCREAMS AND SHAKES YOU ALL
I SWEAR IF HE’S A CLONE
OR HECKING
SOMETHING ID ONT’ KNOW
HE HECKING BETTER NOT BE DEAD
IT BETTER NOT BE MONKEY KING ISNT’ ACTUALLY MONKEY KING AND MK’S HIS REINCARNATION AND MONKEY KING IS ACTUALLY JUST A CLONE LEFT BEHIND TO COACH HIS NEXT LIFE THAT STUPID THING I MADE UP I SWEAR I WILL BE CRUSHED PLEASE DONT’ BE THATBG;SDLKFMAWOE I MADE THAT UP FOR ANGST PURPOSES NOT FOR IT TO BE A HTEORY FOR CANON
i am full of fear
HECK THOSE ARE GIANT EYES
SCROLL CURSE
UP
OH NO THEY LOST THE CHEAT SHEET
CHEAT SHEET WAIT THAT’S SO FUNNYGHSBDFLK;MWEF
OH HECK
HECKK
ECK HECK JGSDJLFSJD
MEI
WATCH IT
OH SHE’S FAST NOW
OH RIP
WELP
I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING
SO WE’RE GONNA GET A MEI ARC IN THIS ONE AGAIN HUH
BREAK THE SWORD DISSAPOINTED FAMILY OR SOMETHIGN GOTTA RE-PROVE HERSELF OR SOMETHIGN HECKINGNFDL;KMWE
THAT’S SUCH PRETTY ANIMATION THO HECK EHCK
WE’RE ONLY 2:50 IN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS SCREAMS
.
THEY BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN ALL BUBBLED TO DIFFERENT PLACES I SWEAR
oh no yup separated
I’M SO SORRY MEI ILY
OH RIP
WELP
YUP EVERYBODY SEPERATED
AWESOME
.
HELPGML;SDFM
CONGRATS TANG LOOOKS ILKE YOU’RE IN THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN
GL WITH THAT
WIAT HELPGNSAOWE
HE FR JUST SCREAMS AND BUBBLES AWAY
HELPGMSLDF
I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO BE THERE LONGER HELPGNSDLFKMSDF
peak comedy there well done lets scream and run away from that chapter so true bG;LKAWEMFAEWFNAWFE
.
Mei.
Mei you
Mei you literally have the fire of Samadhi
you have the Samadhi fire
you don’t need a swordnGL;KMAWFE
OKAY THO MEI EP OR SOEMTHING IG
SHE’S GONNA GO ON A JOURNY OF SELF-DISCOVERY IG
ALSO WHERE THE HECK DID MK GO
WE SAW EVERYBODY ELSE
WER’ES MY BOOOIIIII
OH I HATE HIM
IMMEMDEATLEY
WHO’S THIS CLOWN
FIESTY
EAT MY FIST
WHY IS HE
TALKINGNSDFL;KMWE
KILL HIM
SUS OLD MAN
OH RIGHT YEAH YOU’RE THIS GUY
OH HE’S A VIBE ACTUALLY
LONG HAIR VIBIN
.
YOU BETTER NOT HTINK MEI IS YOU’RE HEKCING WHATEVER
OR MAYBE YOU WANNA CONSUME HER
OKAY YEAH
FUN
I’LL BE SPICY ALRIGHT
OHH
OKAY CONCERN
BURN HIM ALIVE
COME ON W
oh
not gonna
eat her right away oka
ITS HIM
ITS HIM
ITS HIM HITSBSFBGANFABF;IOAWMEFAWMGFA;LFMAWOIEMFAF
SCREAMS
SCREAMS
ITS HIM
TIS HIM
SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU ITS HIM
I KNOW IT IS
ITS HIM I TS HIM TBNSLKMGNEEM
ITS HIM
GREEN
GREEN
ITS HIM
SCREAMS
IT HE
ITS HIM ITS MY MAAAN
ITS HE
SCREAMS
ITS AO LIE
SHUT I’M UP GONNA CRY ITS HIM RIGHT NOW HE
I’M HAVING A MOMENT HERE GUYS GIVE ME A SECOND I’M GONNA CRY
OH HE’S SO SCRUNGLY
OH HE’S SO
YES
OH THE LONG SLEEVES EXCUSE ME HE’S SO DELIGHTFUL
I IMMEDEATELY ADORE HIM
I am not normal
HE’S BEAUTIFUL
HIS LITTLE HEADTILT
I WILL SOB
HELPGMSDLFKMSDF
TANG JUST ZOOMIN
NOP NOPE NOPE NOPE
THE NEZHA MOMENT
THIS IS ACTUALLY SO MUCH FUN
HECK AO LIE IS SO SCRUNGGLY I WOULD DIE FOR HIM YA’LL
HE’S DRAWN SO NICE
HES’ BEAUTIFUL
MEI GETS TO HANG OUT WITH HER ANCESTOR
SHE’S EITHER GONNA BE ANNOYED BY HIM OR VIBE AND I’M GONNA CRY EITHER WAY
OH NOPPES OUT TANG ET MOVING
YUP NOPE
THAT’S THE WORNG DOOR VERY MUCH
OH HE’S LAUGHIGN AT HER
WHATS SO FUNNY GUY
I LOVE
I LOVE HIM
SISTER
PLS
I ADORE HIM
YOU DONT’ UNDERSTAND
I’M IN LOVE WITH HIS DESIGN THE VOICE ACTOR IS SO GOOD
THE :3 FACE THEY’RE GIIVNG HIM
i am actually going to cry
YOU GUSY HE’S SO SCRUNGLY
PLEASE
PLEASE HE’S EVERYHTING TO ME
I WANT TO GIVE HIM SNACKS
THE TRIP
PLEASE
HE’S JUST A GOOFY LITTLE GUY
truly this is the youngest sib during the journey truly tis him
i love how i’m just assuming this is Ao Lie when i actually have no proof its just the vibes via the story and the fact he’s beautiful and green and absolutely delightful I WOULD DIE FOR HIM YOU DON’T UNDERSTANDNGLSDMAGNWO;EFM
oh man we’re only halfway through this is gonna be a long post hG;KLSDFJSD
THIS GUY
YUP MILDLY ANNOYED
I LOVE HIM
OH
OH BUDDY NO
BUD
BELOVED
I’M ABOUT TO CRY
BRUH REALLY
JUST VIBIN
WAITING FOR HIS PWOERS TO BE SNATCHED
AND MEI JUST OUTRAGED BY THAT
YEAH
I’M
HECK
HECK GUYS THAT’S HER ANCESTOR I’M GOING TO BURST INTO TEARS THIS IS A THREAT
INACTION IS CARELESS
IN
INTERSTING
MADAM
MEI NOT ALL OF THAT IS CORRECT
OH LETS GO I HOPE THIS IS A BOTH LEARN SOMETHING FROM EACH OTHER ARC I WILL CRY
MEI HECKA PASSIONATE ABOUT HER FRIENDS
HELPGMSDFLMADF
DO NOT SENSE
PLEASE
PLEASE HANG ON THIS IS MOVING SO FAST
THEY WENT FROM LIKE
HI
HI
*INTENSE PHYSCOLOGICAL DISCUSSION*
THEY JUST MET PLEASENG;LKMSDFE
IS IT GONNA BE LIKE
GET OUT AND THEN SURPRISE! I’M AO LIE!
ANYWAY IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU BYEEEE
PLS
A SWORD IS POWERLESS WITHOUT THE HAND THAT WEILDS IT
I ADORED IT
MY DUDE WHO IS PROBABLY AO LIE no its’ definitely Ao Lie AO LIE BELOVED I LOVED IT ITS A GREAT BIT OF WISDOM
THEIR LITTLE BANTER IS SO FUNNY PLEASE
MEI’S READY TO BITE HIM HE’S JUST SILLY GOOFY MAN
THEY BOTH GOT GOOD POINTS
man family dinner must be fun if his sister’s anything like Mei bGALK;SMDFAOWEF MAN I LOVE THEM
TANG REALLY GOING THROUGH IT
M
MO??????
MO??????
MO IS THAT YOU???
HECK???
WHERE’D YOU COME FROM???
WHY AREN’T YOU WITH SANDY??
i mean sandy’s probably not sandy rn but MO????
OH HECK
HELLO
AH
LOUDLY
DECLARING THAT HUH
WHATS GOING ON OVER THERE
Y’know hang on before we listen to Wukong’s bros trash talk him i wanna think about the fact that Wukong and Ao Lie probably get along great because they’re so alike
they’re just silly goofy Ao Lie probably reminds Wukong of himself back when he was just goofing off pls
OH??
OH MACAQUE’S THERE LISTENIGN TO THEM TRASH TALK HIS BELOVED FRIEND?? YEAH?? OH I’M INVESTED LETS FREAKING GO
unpredictable sure is a word for WukongnGL;KMEAFWE
CHARERISTICALLY QUIET PLSNG;LSDKMF
oh wow hey
New VA nailing it actually
deeper sounding
more gruff
hang on i need a sec
lays down
heck
okay
okay we’re good
lets see if Azure’s vibes continue to be rancid or he says something to bring it back
also my goodness what a good thing to slap in there, Monkey king gone for years at a time sure does make it sketchy i’m biting this
OH HE’S IN THE BIG OL KING SEAT UH
TANG RECIGNIZING HIM FROM THE DOODLE
PLS THAT’S SO SILLY /POS
NO YEAH ME TOO DUDE
HE’S HECKA SUS
HIS VIBES CONTINUE TO BE RANCID
also heck i’m curious as to what they’re gonna do with this
like if Mac goes along with those three and then it’s actually the other way around not Wukong betraying them but them betraying him that’d be WILD considering we’re all so sure its something Wukong did but heck maybe Azure really does do something heck heck
OKAY BACK TO THE FAMBLY
and the excellently designed dude i immediately hated
he and Ao Lie are on opposite sides of the scale for me pleasemKLGASDF Cool design I IMMEDEATELY HATE HIM and COOL DESIGN I ADORE HIM
Whats up greasy ole face weirdo
oh
OH BELOVED
BEAUTY FIRST
DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT
DID HE JUST SAY BEAUTY FIRST OR AM I JUST IN LOVE WITH THE DESIGNGNSDLFKMABGOWEMF
I’M GONNA ASSUEM THAT’S WHAT HE SAID AND CRY OVER THE FACT AO LIE IS PRETTY WE BEEN KNEW
OH MAN MEI’S GREAT
YEAAAHHHHH
SCREAMS
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
is the the DANG DRAGON MOMENT U SEEM MORE FAMILAR ARE WE RELATED MOMENT OR GNSLDK;MFAOWEIM
AAAA
SEH’S SO GOOD I LOVE HER A LOT
GET EM MEI
OH
AYO
MADE HERSELF A SWORD
LETS FREAKING GOOOOOOOOOOO
SHE’S SO GOOD
I LOVE HER
WHITE HORSE DRAGON
HEAR THAT AO LIE??
HEAR THAT???
Its okay i’m fine i’m just losing it
GET EM GURRRLL
SHE’S SO
FREAKING POWERFUL
OH WOW THE DRAMATIC
HAIR SWOOSHY
I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS THE RIGHT DAY TO BE CARELESS
OH
OH FREAKING
HECK
WOW
HE’S
OH WOW
AW
I LOVE
HIM
I LOVE IM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM
ITS YOU
AO LIE LIKE EH??
VA GO BRRR
I KNEW YOU WERE COOL
OH REALLY YOU THINK SO? :D
HE’S SO SCRUNGGLY
OH THE COOLEST
PLEASE
I WANT MORE OF HIM
I WANT MORE OF HIM SO BADLY
I BEG OF YOU
HE IS EVEYRTING TO ME I GOT CHILLS
HECK
HECK
OH
OH
OH MAN
MAN
AMV TIME HERE I COME THIS SEASON IS SO FREAKING GOOD I’M LOSING IT
I’M GONNA MAKE SO MANY AMVS I SSWEAR
I’M GONNA WATCH THIS EP ON LOOP
AO LIE IS EVERYTHING
I WANT HIM BACK
PLEASE
AAAAAAAAAA
|;A;/
SCREEAAAMMSSS
OKAY
OKAY
MK
OH MY BOY ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
HECK HE WAS STRAIGHT UP KNOCKED OUT UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE
GO BACK WHERE’S PIGSY
HECK HECK HECK
I WANT MORE DADSY CONTENT WAAAAIT
OHBOY
WHERE ARE THEY
W
OH PUTI
OH
OH
OH
OH ARE WE
WHERE
HECK
HANG ON
SHOOT
HE IS NOT REPLACING SWK IN THIS
I SWEAR
I WILL LOSE MY GOSH DANG MIND IF THEY DO THAT
SWK IS TOO IMPORTANT TO ME DON’T DO THIS TO ME
HECK HECK HECK HECK HECK
SCREAMS
OKAY
OKAY SO MK IS IN
MONKEY KINGS PLACE
HECK
SO CONFIMRED MK STONE MONKEY AT LEAST, LITERLALY SWK’S SON OR SIBLING AT MOST OR LITERALLY SWK, AO LIE IS MY MOST FAVOURITE EVER I WANT HIM AND SWK BEING GOOFY TOGETHER RIGHT FREAKING NOW, ZHU BAJIE’S GREATEST REGRET MIGHT JSUT BE HIM BEING HISMELF, LBD LOOKED RIGHT AT TANG, MEI CAN MAKE HER OWN NEW SWORD NOW, MK MIGHT BE REPLACING MONKEY KING, AZURE’S VIBES CONTINUE TO BE RANCID, THE NEW VA FOR MAC IS DOING A REALLY GOOD JOB OF SOUNDING CLOSE THE TO THE OG (nothing but appreciation for this guy thank you big shoes to fill) AND THEY’RE ALL SEPERATED, TANG FOUND MEI THO, AO LIE WAS READY TO GIVE UP HIS OWN POWERS, THEY CLASHED BOTH HAD GOOD POINTS, TANG BOOKED IT OUT OF THE KINGDOM OF WOMEN, MK DIDN’T KEEP HIS FRIENDS IN THE DARK ABOTU HIS VISIONS FOR LONGER THAN LIKE TWO EPISODES AND IS COMMUNCIATING, SEEMS TO HAVE A PROBLEM THINKING ABOUT SWK AS HIS DAD, PIGSY GOT CALLED DAD PIGSY’S MY DAD, AH HECK HECK THIS EPISODE HAD SO FREAKING MUCH THEY FOUND MO, HOLDS HIM GETNLY, MACAQUEEEEEE AAAAAAAAA I LOVE ALL THESE GUYS SO MUCH
SHUT UP I THINK THIS IS MY FAVOURITE EPISODE NOBODY TOUCH ME I GOT EVERYTHING BUT WUKONG AND I’M ON A HIGH
KNOX OUT I GOTTA GO RUN INTO SOME SNOW
#knox rambles#knox reacts#monkie kid season 4#lmks4spoilers#lmks4englishspoilers#I AM MENTALLY ILL /POS#AS EXPECTED THIS SEASON IS DESTROYING ME I'M#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#HOLY CRAP WHAT A HALFWAY POINT EPISODE THAT WAS SO MUCH I#HECKECKGMGBJMGOI;AWO;IEFJ;LAKFDS#THANK THE GODS FOR THE LAST CHILL EPISODE THIS WAS SO MUCH I'M HECKGB;SLKDFMEW#OKAY I GOTTA GET OFF WIFI SOMEONE NEEDS IT FOR THEIR MEETING I JUST WANTED TO POST THIS BECAUSE I'M LOSING MY MIND AND WILL BE FOR THE REST#OF THE WEEK THANKS GOOD DAY#HOPE Y'ALL ARE DOING WELL AND VIBIN I'M GOING FERAL
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Just want to let you know your HolyGhost art (or art in general) slaps sm I love it and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one obsessed with that ship lol. 😳
IM SO INSANE ABT IT BRO- IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY IF I SEE THAT SHIT ON MY DASH I KICK MY FEET AND GIGGLE HOLY IM INSANE!!!! im so so so insane about them if only i had the confidence to talk abt my au and also had the motive to make more au art holy
#just as my spinkle bestie#its true i never fucking shut up about them#i have like 3 specific playlists to thing abt them to#grace chasity#max jagerman#holyghost npmd
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HI ! sad to hear youre feelingsick.... i offer you a sketch of an oakworthy idea i had some time ago thats kind of about that time norm kissed the fake hell hermie.... hope you feel better soon !! even tho we dont interact a ton you are always a joy to see on the tumblr dashboard and i think you bring a lot to the dndads community ... errrrr .ya... gws :]
-8cfc00/7cfc00 carry on fellow hermie enjoyer o7
HOLYYYYY FUCK THE WAY I FUCKING SAT UPRIGHT LIKE ID JUST BEEN SLAPPED AWAKE HELLO. i was literally literally just thinking about last words of a shooting star hermie (AND THIS PARTICULAR LINE TOO. IM GONNA BITE SOMETHING) the other day this is INSANE aaaaa ur literally one of my absolute fave artists in the fandom im screaming what. this means a lot tysm i love hermie and oakworthy and ur art sm 😢😭 explodes. i wanna make more oakworthy content asap after i get better what the hell
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Hi! I just wanted to say your Merlin art is amazing! I love the way you make them manhandle eachother xD
I only just started watching the show a few days ago, and so far your blog is the only one I follow for Merlin stuff. Do you have any other blogs you'd recommend?
THANKS SO MUCH i just think roughhousing is very fun both to draw and in general lmao
gonna be real honest here I don't actually follow a lot of merlin blogs mostly because i dont really know how to interact w fandom well besides just slapping stuff on my blog and hoping something happens. so i wont have much of a list, but I'll put whatever I can here!
in no particular order:
@nextstopparis has a lot of great merlin posts :]
@whamber love her art sm <3
@maryluis 's art is killer, looove their style
@abe-jpg obsessed w his merlin art......
anyways its like 2am :/ so i probably shouldn't keep scouring for a few more, but there are a lot of good ones out there!! just look through some tags and you should be able to find a lot of great stuff
none of them are like,, spoiler free or anything tho jsyk! my account isn't either but im sure u know that by now haha. hope u enjoy the rest of the show :D
#merlin#ask#anon#i just think roughhousing is very fun#anyways ty for the message it brightened my. evening? morning? i dunno anyways thanks :]#im so. :D rn
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oinko; new here btw!! i love ur content sm,, most of my lil drafts are just heavily inspired by ur works, works of art istg! >=]
anyways i asked around a few other authors here asw cuz i just reactivated tumblr and im new to re ff writing haha..
i figured the nanny x leon would consist of leon ruthlessly talking shit about his wife lol, just my issues speaking haha.
Welcome back to tumblr!
I think you'll definitely fit in around here!!
Ahhh! I love that! the fact that I've inspired someone else to write some stuff is just
NO BECAUSE I THINK THE SAME.
Absolutely ruthless about everything wife does(or doesn't do)
Thrusting into you roughly from behind, the counter digging into your hips, likely to leave bruises tomorrow
"I come home every day and there's always shit piled up in front of the door, toys all over the goddamn place" He growls into your ear
"All I want is for her to tidy up but she can't even manage that" his voice heavy with annoyance
He slaps your ass hard with his open hand, the sound of his palm against your skin echoing around the room, the sting leaving a burning heat in its wake.
"She hasn't spread her legs for me in months, can't even get her to open her mouth once in a while either"
Moaning as you push back, arching your back as his pace increases, a soft sob escaping your lips.
"And now I'm stuck with that. No fun in the bedroom and she has the nerve to give me attitude as well after everything I do for her"
He grabs your hair, pulling back on it roughly, a strangled gasp leaving you as he moves faster.
"But you, always so willing to bend over, to be my little fuck toy, you don't even talk back. You're so perfect for me"
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