Glacial Pace

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Jellybots started as a number of character designs back in 2011- (which started as an attempt to prove to a friend that Beard Holograms are a sweet idea) then some more designs, and eventually a mini comic and a longer comic pitch (very just *almost* a series of GNs) and persistent dreams about wanting to do something bold and colorful and sci-fi/fantasy about growing up and mixing in major personal influences in a very particular sort of way that haven’t left me alone (despite never feeling like I have enough time or followthrough to do it justice). A quick googling should fill in some of the details but suffice it to to say: Jbots is my little personal project about kids and monsters, and a story world I’ve been taking trips to for years. Most characters are based, if loosely, on my irl friends. #DailyJellyJam is a month long attempt to take some of my own advice: one push-up is better than no push-ups! And a little bit of dreaming a day is better than no dreaming at all. So, at the suggestion of @erkshnrt, I’m making time to do some low-stakes worldbuilding at the glacial pace of no money, and I sincerely hope you guys are enjoying it! :)) Above is a sampling of some of the work that’s come together across the last few years- it’s all evolving and much is outdated and likely to be revised, but hopefully it gives you more of a sense of The Thing, or at least how gelatinous sausage gets made ;) new art momentarily!

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Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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June 2017 vs. June 2007

Been scanning old sketchbooks to clear out some space. Found the first sketches of some ancient, beloved OCs I made when I was 14.

Even though the original story is long discarded, I still like to revisit these guys every couple of months/years to see how far I’ve come.

Some characters have changed more since the beginning than others :U

All Worked Up

Characters: Sam x Reader, Reader’s parents briefly

Warnings: Smutty Smut, a little bit of voyeurism but not REALLY, oral sex (male and female receiving) 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So, I after spending the afternoon yesterday talking about Jensen/Dean’s cock with @sis-tafics I proceeded to have a drug induced dream about getting caught by my parents sucking Sam off in the bedroom I grew up in. Upon telling her about it, she insisted that I write. Thanks to @impala-dreamer​ for helping convince me as well.  She filled me up with Sammy gifs and may have done a little begging herself. She also talked me out of a hole and convinced me to go ahead and share it with you. So, now I will tell you a story. Enjoy you crazy Sam girls. 

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Here Comes Your Man

Prompt: muggle au where hilarity ensues when James Potter is called to pick up Lily Evans from the Hospital because he accidentally labeled himself as her emergency contact.

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“Alright Miss Evans.”

Doctor Frank Longbottom was the poor sap assigned to Lily Evans when she entered Levinstown Hospital cradling her swollen wrist in rumpled clothes that smelled like the chlorine pool she’d fallen into. Frank looked over his chart and Lily sent him the best smile she could. He seemed nice, if not amused by her since she refused to tell him exactly what happened. She was a university student and he could probably guesstimate she’d been intoxicated but none-the-less Lily was not ready to share with the fair-haired doctor about how senseless she’d been.

“You are not well enough to drive,” he was being persistent, “I’d feel best if a friend or family member came to get you.”

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anonymous asked:

right, but what about whiskey/tango coming out to dex b/c they think he's queer and will support them and dex having his internal sexuality panic right then and there

Dex dropped his backpack beside the couch with a thud. He was normally more careful with it, but he’d been awake for the past 27 hours with no sleep, he’d only barely met the deadline for his Gender Studies essay, and Professor Rezendes had decided to hold back his class. For an extra 20 minutes. 

The only thing that Dex wanted to do was fall into a short coma, but sometime around 3 a.m. Tango had texted him asking if they could talk. And his 3 a.m. self thought that it would be an excellent idea. 2 p.m. Dex, however, was at the level of sleep deprivation that put him dangerously close to either homicide or insanity.

Still, he did love the tadpoles.

“What did you guys want to talk with me about again?” He asked, grabbing a stray snickerdoodle from the plate on the coffee table, actually looking towards the Tadpoles for the first time and-

Okay. So he had at least half of an idea about why Tango wanted to talk. 

They were sprawled out on the couch, Tango tucked into Whiskey’s side. Dex can’t say that he’d never suspected anything (Tango was about as close as you could get to being an open book), but he’d always thought it was one-sided. Given the lovestruck way that Whiskey was watching Tango right now, apparently not. 

Tango squinted expectantly at him. “Is it not super obvi-” 

“We’re dating.” Whiskey interrupted, side-eyeing Tango, who looked back at his boyfriend with a ‘no shit, Sherlock’ expression.

He’d totally called it, but Dex still stared blankly at them for a moment, processing the fact that the two freshman he and Nursey had practically adopted had somehow fallen in love, that he was watching his children grow up (damn he felt like Bitty), before his face split into a smile. 

“Congrats, dudes,” He said, flopping down across from them in an empty arm chair, before taking a slightly more serious tone. “Also, like, thanks for trusting me with this moment.” 

Whiskey snorted. “Bitty said the exact same thing.”

“Shitty taught us well,” Dex shrugged. “Speaking of, um, I should probably know who you’re out to, so I don’t accidentally say something to someone that you guys aren’t comfortable with.” 

“Just you and Bitty,” Tango answered cheerfully. “We don’t know when we’ll be ready to tell the others, but we felt like we could tell you two.” 

Ha, he thought, so the Tadpoles trusted me more than Nursey. Nursey can suck my ass they think I’m more- wait what?

“That’s totally cool and I respect that,” Dex asked, “But like, why not Nursey?” 

Tango fidgeted a little with the sleeve of Whiskey’s shirt. “Well, we weren’t sure if he’d be totally, um, chill, with us dating. And like, also, you know…” 

He did not know, and it must have shown on his face. 

Whiskey rolled his eyes. “Also, you know, Nursey’s not queer. We figured it would just be easier to come out to you and Bitty for now.”

Dex’s entire world seemed to shift on its axis.

“I’m not gay,” he snorted incredulously. “Like, I’m glad that you guys felt comfortable enough to come out to me, but why would you even think that?”

Tango looked quizzically at him. Whiskey raised a single, well-manicured, judgmental eyebrow. None of them spoke.

“Are you sure?” Tango asked at length, still obviously doubtful. “Are you sure you’re not at least a little gay?”

“Um, yeah?” Dex said. “I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed if I was into dudes by now.” 

“But what about your crush on Chris Pine?” Tango asked.

“And your sexuality rants in the dining hall?” Whiskey added.

“And how you always get onto the Lax-douches for saying no homo?” 

Dex’s brain almost short-circuited from a combination of exhaustion and shock. It almost felt like he was being fucking interrogated or something. He took a slow deep inhale before he started explaining. 

“First off, I wouldn’t say I’m gay for Chris Pine. He’s cute, but, like, even if I were gay I don’t think I’d be into him. He’s twice my age. And I rant about gender and sexuality stuff because Shitty made me promise to ‘keep the tradition alive’ when he left for Harvard and said that he trusted me, as, and I quote, ‘the angriest, most passionate motherfucker on the team’ to carry on his legacy. It’s the same reason I get onto the Lax Bros. Fuck those dudes.” 

The silence was somewhere between awkward and understanding. Dex could practically see the way the gears were turning in Tango’s head. His thoughts must’ve settled after a second or two though, because Tango’s 1000-volt smile returned. 

“Sorry for assuming, Dex,” He said. “We should’ve known better. It was nice of you to take it in stride, though. I knew we could count on you.” 

Dex smiled back, exhausted and relieved, but still glad that Tango and Whiskey felt comfortable around him. “No problem dude, we all jump to conclusions sometimes. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff Nursey used to think about me.” 

Tango’s eyes widened comically, “No! Really? What did he-” 

A buzzer went off in the kitchen, piercing and annoying. Tango’s nose wrinkled and Dex almost flinched at its sound. 

“Give me a second, I told Bitty I wouldn’t let his pie burn.” Tango said, disentangling himself from his boyfriend. Whiskey watched him leave, his eyes following his boyfriend all the way to the kitchen, but as soon as the door shut his eyes were on Dex. 

“Are you fucking with me? With the gay thing?” 

Dex was halfway between laughing and pounding his head on the table. 

“I already told you guys that I’m not gay. Jesus, calm down.” 

Whiskey leaned forward. “Then why are you always looking at Nursey like you want to fuck him senseless, move into the suburbs, and then adopt ten kids with him?” 

He scoffed, “I don’t-” 

It was like several things clicked at once. 

“I’m not into Nursey,” Dex rebutted with no actual force at all.

Whiskey raised both well-manicured, judgmental eyebrows at him this time.

“I’m not. I’m not into Nursey. I would’ve noticed or, like…” Dex trailed off as shock set in. 

Whiskey leaned back, nodding slightly. 

“Oh,” Dex said quietly. “Fuck.” 

Whiskey only hummed in solidarity. Distantly, Dex could hear Tango knock something over in the kitchen. Or maybe several somethings. 

Whiskey sighed. “I’m going to go help him, but you-” he said with a pointed look- “should probably go get some sleep. You look like you’re about to pass out or something.” 

Dex shook himself into being awake and functional enough to process that. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

He grabbed his bag off of the floor, but Whiskey grabbed his shoulder before he could leave. 

He almost looked like he had no idea what to say. “Dude, honestly just chill. You can figure everything out when you don’t look like death. I probably- shit, we probably shouldn’t have gone all Spanish Inquisition on you when you look like death. No offense or anything. Also Bitty’s gone for the weekend, so you might as well crash in his room.” 

Dex sighed, practically sobbing at the thought of getting some sleep and just not thinking about how in love he was with his best friend anything. “Yeah, I get you. I’ll just.. go crash there now.”

Whiskey let go of him gently, as if he was afraid he would tip over. 

“Cool.” He said, then looked over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “I gotta go help with whatever that was.” 

Dex nodded, already halfway in the hallway. He wanted to sleep so bad, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Nursey

God, he was so fucked.

Imagine:

You’re having lunch with your best friend, Chris, but when you glance at your watch, you realize that if you don’t hurry and go home to get ready, you’re going to be late for your date with Adrien. Knowing you like the back of his hand and having seen this behavior before where you start to do things in a rush while looking nervous, Chris guesses that you have a date, so he finds way to stall you, like ordering dessert when you clearly said no and eating it at a glacial pace, which annoys you because he goes out with women all the time and this is your first date in years.

anonymous asked:

Not sure if you talk sexy asks but-- DAI companions reaction to knowingly taking their lovers virginity?

Cassandra: In truth she finds a certain level of comfort in the knowledge. The Seeker may spend many a free hour reading about the depths of passion, but her own experiences are less varied, and her partners few. There has only ever been one serious man in her life- and even that was not a commitment- and so being with the man she loves now, learning what they both like together, it is everything she could want. And there is also an element of relief, to not be the less experienced one in such things.

Solas: Guilt, at first. She is so young, and he almost perversely older. Taking her innocence should feel wrong, but it has been so very long since he has loved another, and never like this. His vhenan lights up the parts of his soul he had thought gone, and if she feels the same way and truly wants him then he will not deny her. But their first time he is gentle and cautious, focused solely on her pleasure before his own.

Sera: For all that the core of their relationship is built on laughter and a carefree sort of affection Skyhold’s resident Red Jenny does not laugh at her Inqy when she finds out. After all she’s been looking after the little people for a long time, and she knows how it feels to be mocked. Instead she goes out of her way to make sure they both have fun, and makes sure that her love is comfortable with everything before moving forward.

Blackwall: If he already didn’t think he was worthy of her, this takes the cake. It will take even longer for her to talk him into being intimate, and when they finally do take that step it’s not in the barn. He’s almost painfully gentle with her, moving at a glacial pace and constantly reassuring them both that this is what she wants. Eventually things do move along, but like Solas he is pursuant to her pleasure first and dead set on making sure she enjoys herself.

Dorian: A virgin, how positively unexpected. Having been on the receiving end of a few unpleasant trysts himself- the consequence of discretion in Tevinter- the mage is determined that both he and his partner are satisfied with the encounter. But he is also quick to check on the man he just might be beginning to love, and to explain what he is doing every step of the way. If this is the first time the Inquisitor has been with anyone at all Dorian may have more reservations, but nothing that would prevent him from bringing his best to their encounter– or from making sure that he leaves an impression.

Iron Bull: First Times are tricky, and in light of that information their first encounter probably has less extracurriculars that later nights might bring. The ‘consent’ talk is lengthier and he is more careful about watching them for tells that they might not be comfortable or enjoying themselves. But it does come with the added bonus of watching someone learn exactly what they like and what makes them feel, so it’s a good experience all around.

Cullen: After the blushing stops, the commander of the Inquisition’s forces probably has the least problem rolling with the news of anyone. Given the nature of things in Kirkwall it’s unlikely that he’s had a partner in the recent years, and given how he reacts to compliments and flirting romance is…not his forte. But he is almost painfully romantic, and while not one to judge there would be something about being her first that makes a part of him melt. And panic, but both points stand. He’s gentle and slow, focused on her pleasure and her experience before his own, and keen on making sure she knows that he’s not upset by her lack of experience.

Josephine: If Lelianna is to be taken at her word than Josephine and the Inquisitor are on the same page, and it no doubt comes as a relief to her diplomat. She and her love can figure out things together, and the whole idea makes her romantic heart sigh. It also helps eliminate any nervousness on both sides.

–Mod Fereldone

Dick-stractions (M) – Namjoon

Originally posted by baebsaes

Summary: In which Namjoon breaks the stove and has an… interesting plan to keep you from finding out.

Member: Namjoon

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Smut

A/N: Yeah, so my mom kinda broke our stove… basically in the same way Namjoon does here. Also this was supposed to be fluff, but I got carried away…whoops. Also shout out to @taesjawline for helping me come up with this wonderfully punny title.

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Beginners Luck (Part Two)

Title: Beginners Luck (Part Two)

Read Beginners Luck Part One here: xxxxx

Paring: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2,640

Warning: This is the fluffiest, sweetest, most gentle fluff I have ever written

Request by @sharonisantisocial: Hi! So I just read all your Jared Imagines and gosh they are so cute! Beginners luck is amazing and I was wondering it there is gonna be a second part to this? I’d love to read something about their first time, like, with the reader being just as dorky and cute as on their first date :)

A/N: Hope you like it!! I totally think Jared would be this tender. Enjoy!!!


Originally posted by wayward--winchesterss

“Hey, um, Jared cou- could I talk to you for a minute?” Jared finished putting away the food from dinner and came and sat by you on the couch.

“Yeah Y/N, what’s up?”

“So I,” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “I want to have sex.” When you didn’t get an immediate response you slowly opened your eyes to find Jared studying your face. “Oh god you don’t want to! Oh my god I’m such an idiot! Just, pretend I never said anything.” Just as your head fell into your hands Jared was pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, hey, that’s not it at all! I just wasn’t expecting it, you caught me a little off guard. Of course I want to sleep with you! I’ve wanted to since the first night I met-,” now it was Jared’s turn to be embarrassed, “oh shit now I sound horrible. That’s not what I meant! I just meant, shit I am so sorry Y/N!”

Pulling back from his embrace he started laughing when he saw you were too. “Looks like I’m not the only nervous one here huh?”

Jared gave you a soft kiss before his eyes found yours. “Y/N, I just want to know. Are you doing this because you think I want to? Because if you are then we have to wait. That’s not at all how this should be happening.”

“No, I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually. We’ve been together for over a year now. You’ve been so kind and sweet to take this at a glacial pace with me.” Jared started to get that worried look again. “Oh no! Don’t think this is me trying to reward you are anything! I just, you’re such a good guy. You’re sweet, and gentle, and kind, and I know you won’t hurt me. I’m ready.”

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Headcanons: How Sandor Clegane acts around his crush

Request:  “could you do a headcanon for how Sandor would feel and act if he had a crush on the reader?”
Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting <3 this is me rn:

• Let me start this with: he is abrasive as hell, even a bit more than usual.

• This man is not processing his emotions properly, he never learnt how.

• He will almost try to avoid you. But he wants to protect you so??

• He will never let you come into harms way. Ever.

• He will never meet your eyes while talking to you

• On the topic off talking, he will give short answers and only speak when spoken too at first. Also expect cursing. He has even less of a filter in this state.

• What is this state, you ask? This boy is  F L U S T E R E D 

• You are like a deity in his eyes. Your kindness? Incredible. Your smile? Amazing. Your kind touches? hELP HIM!! 

• He cannot deal with someone as wonderful as you being so nice to a ‘monster’ like him

• After a while of bottling this up, there will be something of an argument between you two and he will blurt out his feelings.

• After that things move at a classic GRRM Glacial pace towards a happy ending for you both. haha! Slow burn for yooooou