that awful coloring's what happens when i try to create one

anonymous asked:

Stumbled across your art recently, and I totally admire your work! As a complete noob to the digital art scene, I'd just like to ask whether you have any tips on colour picking (like for skin tones, under varied/dramatic lighting and such!). I have a ton of other things I want to ask, but I'll limit myself to one question and then try to google the rest, haha/ Thanks for sharing your art with us! ^^

ahh thank you so much! ♥ welcome to the digial art scene friend, i hope you enjoy your stay and ctrl + z

now onto your question! (if you don’t know what layer and layer modes are and how they generally work you should probably google that before you continue reading)

we all perceive colour differently (thx science) and i trust my intuition a lot when it comes to colour picking because of that, and also because i feel like you can make pretty much every colour combination work within the right context. context is key! but still, remember that all of this is about how i perceive colour, so you might not agree with everything i say.

here’s a quick rundown of terms you’ll see around a lot in reference to colours and shading: the hue, which is the ‘colour’ itself, the saturation aka the intensity, and the brightness [or value] which describes how dark or bright we perceive a colour to be.

rule of thumb: when you shade don’t just add black (or white) to your base colours, that will make your drawings boring and lifeless. use different hues and saturation!

now first things first: which skin colour does the character have?

you’ll mostly be navigating in the red to yellow spectrum for the skin tone. so when i pick the base colours i usually start with the skin and adjust the rest of the colours accordingly. if you’re not sure where to begin it might help if you first determine the values (brightness) of the base colours in grayscale.

and here are a few colour variations—i stuck to the approximate values but played around with a lot of different hues and levels of saturation.

now compare 3 and 5: you’ll notice that 3 is very bright and leans towards orange hues, whereas 5 has a pinkish tint.

on the left i gave 5 the hair colour of 3 and in my opinion the pink hue of the skin doesn’t go well with the orange undertone of the hair. you’ll have to experiment a lot to find out which combinations work for you.  

ctrl + u is your biggest friend (or image >> adjustments >> hue/saturation in photoshop, the shortcut works in sai and clip studio paint too). play with the sliders and see what happens. i do that a lot myself, because it’s easier to coordinate the colours like that afterwards instead of trying to manually pick perfectly matching ones right away.

for further adjustments i like to use an extra semi-transparent layer on top of everything with just a single colour to add atmospheric light. this unifies the colours and makes them more harmonious, if that’s what you’re looking for. this is about as far as i’d go if i didn’t want to shade the drawing.

if i do want to shade, especially with high contrasts and dramatic light, i darken the base by just adding an additional black layer, here set to 40% opacity. of course you could add a colour layer like the ones i mentioned previously too.

to create an impression of dramatic light you need a high contrast between light and dark areas (1). if i want additional visual intrest i often add secondary light which falls onto the main shadow areas. here i picked a faint greenish blue to balance out the yellow (2). and since light is at least partially reflected when it hits a surface you should add a faint glow that goes across the shadow/light border. i uses a mid-brown with a very soft brush on a layer set to overlay here (3).

for this shading style i like to use the layer mode colour dodge with lowered opacity + fill settings. for some layer modes opacity and fill do the exact same thing (e.g. for multiply or screen). however for colour dodge there’s a big difference:

a lowered opacity merely alters the transparency of the entire layer. that looks pretty awful sometimes, because the bright orange affects the dark of the hair much more intensely than the already brighter skin. but when you lower the fill percentage you primarily lower the amount of light that falls onto darker colours. so the layer’s opacity setting treats every colour equally whereas the fill setting takes their values into consideration. it might be hard to understand if you don’t try it out yourself, so just play around to get a feel for how it works!

and to summarise, here’s a process gif:

colour is an extremely big topic and i’ve only barely scratched the surface but i hope that still helped you out a little! the fastest way to learn is always to try things yourself, so grab a sketch and experiment. 👍

Laura Moon is not your “iconic badass female character” at all, and I’d appreciate it if white women stopped pretending otherwise. 

I do think it’s important and necessary to portray female characters who are complex, flawed, selfish, dangerous, and even a bit villainous. I also think it’s crucial to represent female characters with mental illnesses properly. So yes, in that sense, Laura is written quite well. Her depression is not aestheticized or glorified in the slightest, nor is it fetishized for a male viewing audience. She’s not a typical wife to a male protagonist because she is dangerous, she is apathetic, she is both a liar and casually blunt, she is self-aware, and she is cynical. These are not typical traits for the love interests of male characters. I get that. 

But Laura is also meant to be a character you dislike, or, at the very least, one that you should have quite a difficult time empathizing with. Not only did she cheat on her husband - she cheated on him with his best friend, a man who also happened to be her best friend’s husband. Her selfish desires caused Shadow to get imprisoned, and she committed adultery while he was in prison because she lied to both Shadow and to herself when she said she could wait for him. She chose temporary relief over honesty. She treated Shadow apathetically, selfishly, and patronizingly, and in fact even after her death she continues to condescend to Shadow and expects him to be at her beck and call. She was callous and flippant with a god (Mr. Jacquel, AKA Anubis) and expected him to listen to her whims. Mr. Jacquel is a serious but compassionate person - if even someone like him is irritated by her actions, then you know that Laura is not a nice or good person at all. 

You don’t need to justify her behavior. You need to accept that she’s a selfish and bad person. If you truly want complicated and different female characters, you cannot spend time trying to prettify or justify their awful behavior. 

Audrey, who justifiably hates Laura, still cares for her because Laura, albeit her actions, was her best friend. It’s difficult to fully hate someone when you found out about their death and their adultery at the same time. But she has no qualms about letting Laura know what she truly thinks about her. And she’s right - Laura did not love Shadow. Laura did not treat him properly. Laura was selfish. Laura is still selfish. Laura thinks of nothing but herself, and it doesn’t matter that she’s depressed; depression does not excuse treating your loved ones like toys to play with or manipulate. 

The only reason any of you are justifying Laura’s behavior is because Shadow is black. The protagonist of the show is a black man, and that’s exactly why you think the show is only good now that Laura is on it. I’ve seen people say “well the show passes the Bechdel test because of Laura now”. Setting aside the sad reality that the Bechdel Test was created by a lesbian to measure lesbian representation (so the show doesn’t actually pass the test since there are currently no lesbian characters on it), there are actually interesting and unique female characters already. These same fans who are touting Laura Moon as the height of “revolutionary” female representation ignore Bilquis. 

If Shadow was a white man, he’d definitely get more sympathy from white fans. Conversely, if Laura was a black woman, she’d get villainized by the same people who are currently defending her. Or alternatively, if Shadow had cheated on Laura, he would be deemed persona non grata by these “Laura defense squad” type fans. Hell, if Shadow was a white man, white fans would not be saying that the show was “boring” until Laura came along - they’d hype it up from the get go. 

This show is incredibly important because the main character is a black man who isn’t reduced to stereotypes at all, and it’s important because it has many characters of color who are written well and aren’t typecast into boring roles. Laura Moon is not what makes this show great. Sure, she’s one example of the great writing behind the show precisely because she’s such a challenging character to figure out and analyze. But even her actress, Emily Browning, acknowledges that she is supposed to be a character you have a hard time liking or empathizing with. Do not excuse her actions or lessen the degree of hurt she caused. 

Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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A Lesson in Love (A Fresh Start)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,541

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@avengerstories - thank you for spending close to a month listening to me complain about this part, helping me finally get it written, and editing it for me.

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“It happened!” Wanda yells, rushing into the apartment and slamming the door shut behind her. She floats all the way to the couch, picks up a pillow, and hugs it close to her chest. “It finally happened.”

Forgetting all about the milk you were warming up in the microwave, you rush to your roommate’s side. Her cheeks are tinged a light pink color that has nothing to do with the cold. “Viz asked you out?”

Vision, known to your friends as Viz, is a foreign exchange student that Wanda has been crushing on since he asked her for directions last semester. There’s no way to compute the amount of hours you’ve spent analyzing his actions with her and trying to determine whether or not he reciprocated her feelings.

“He asked me out,” she squeals, hiding her face in the pillow and kicking her feet out in front of her. Her enthusiasm level makes you laugh; not at her, but with her. She’s been dreaming about this moment for months and you’re glad that it finally happened. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s Wanda.

That’s why you keep a tight hold on the resentment that’s attempting to consume you as you realize that Wanda has what you don’t: a date with a guy she really likes. You wish you didn’t feel this way, but the wound created by Bucky’s words last night is still raw and very much at the forefront of your mind.

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Summary: Five snapshots of Jughead’s and Betty’s life when Jughead had nowhere to stay and Betty was hiding him in her room. 

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(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!) 


Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him, and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.

Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed, text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm, head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her. Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.

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The Baker - Gainer Fic

The Baker

John prepared the last cake for the day, letting it bake while he wiped some sweat off his forehead and tidied his clothes. This cake was not one for sale, but rather a cake for his date to come and try. He had no luck in the dating world since he hadn’t been looking very often. He finally decided to give tinder a try and agreed to meet with a man named Matt later that evening.

He was always very busy with work- he was a baker at a little pastry shop named “Delicate Bites.” The fact that they were meeting up at the shop showed just how often he spent at his work.

“Damn, I haven’t been on a date in a while… I hope it goes well” he said. He looked in the mirror. There was a bit of flour on his shirt from work earlier. He hurriedly tried to brush it off. He had a clean faux hawk, a defined jawline, and nice cheekbones. He had a nicely toned body. It wasn’t extremely muscular but it had some muscle on it, and barely any fat. He was considered extremely attractive. In fact, his customers often came just to see him!

The cake was ready, and he hurriedly cut it up and prepared a slice for his date. He promised his date he would let him try a piece, and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Not long after, Matt arrived. They exchanged their greetings and had nice conversation.

“I never expected a hunk like you to work at a bakery” Matt said. “I would’ve expected someone a little pudgier, you know, since you’re around cakes all the time.” Matt was pretty pudgy himself. What seemed to be a permanent freshman fifteen also had an extra sophomore thirty and a junior twenty on it. He had nice facial hair and his body was very hairy. He had some muscle, but there was definitely some fat on his body too.

“Well, I make the cakes for customers, I usually don’t eat them myself” John said, chuckling.

They hit it off right away. They had similar interests, beliefs, and goals for the future. John wanted to stop working at the bakery and make more money. He wanted to settle down and stop thinking about work. John wanted to settle down too.

The date ended way later than either of them expected.

“You know John, I’m the CEO of a new product called Miracle Butter. I’m having a party tomorrow at my place to promote my product. Would you like to come and make some cakes for it? I can pay you double what you make here” Matt proposed.

“Really?” John asked. “That… that sounds amazing! I’d love to!” he said happily.

Matt kissed John on the forehead. He stood about an inch taller than him. “Excellent. I’ll see you at my place tomorrow”

John happily said goodbye and prepared for the party the next day.

—–

When John arrived to Matt’s house, he was in awe by how big it was. It could almost be described as a mansion. “Wow, he makes a big buck…” John thought to himself.

He walked inside and was greeted by Matt at the door. “Hey, glad you can make it” Matt said with a smile.

“I’m glad too” John replied.

“We need 4 cakes” Matt said. “Guests will be arriving in three hours, will you be able to bake the cakes by then?”

“Of course” John said.

“Perfect!” Matt replied. “One more thing… can you use Miracle Butter instead of regular butter?”

John nodded. “Of course!” he said.

“Perfect” Matt replied. He gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon”

John immediately started getting to work. He prepared the cakes as he normally did- flour, sugar, eggs, and added the Miracle Butter as well. The Butter was a darker yellow color than regular butter, and smelled delicious.

“Wow, this stuff smells good” John said. He continued and prepared the cake as usual, placing them all the large convection oven that Matt had. The oven easily fit the cakes, and could’ve fit 4 more.

When the cakes were ready, Matt returned. “What a lovely aroma” Matt said

“Thanks” John said, blushing. “I hope you like them”

“Well, why don’t you give them a try?” Matt asked. “You deserve to know how they taste, don’t you?”

“Oh, I never eat my cakes though” John replied.

“I insist!” Matt said.

John shrugged. “Well, I would like to try your Miracle Butter. Sure!”

He took a small sliver of one of the cakes and tried it. Immediately, he began to drool and his eyes widened. “This is… delicious…” he said. “Unbelievably delicious”

“Hmmmm, seems it worked” Matt thought to himself. The Miracle Butter he had created was a product that contained a hypnotic property. Whoever ate the butter would feel like all food tasted delicious, and would be compelled to gorge themselves.

“Go head, have some” Matt said. “You look like you want more”

John didn’t ask twice. He immediately cut another slice and grabbed it in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth. “Oh gosh, this is delicious” he said in between chews.

Matt watched as John continued to eat the cake, almost mesmerized by it. John ate another slice, and then another. After three slices, he stopped using the knife and started to grab at more cake with his hands, stuffing it into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner.

Matt smiled as he witnessed John’s belly bloating up from the cake. Pretty soon, John ate half the cake.

“Why eat cake without icing though? It’ll taste even better” Matt said.

“Even better?!” John asked. “Give me!”

Matt gave John the can of icing, which John started to scoop directly into his mouth between bites.

“Yes… definitely a worthy pig” Matt thought to himself as he witnessed John down the entire cake and start on the next one.

Pretty soon, John finished the second cake as well. His mouth and clothes were a mess of cake crumbs and icing, and his belt with about to fly off from how bloated he was.

John began to regain his senses. “Oh…. Whoah…. Wait a moment….” He looked at the two empty cake trays before him. Cakes meant to serve 20 people each. “Did I…. did I just eat two whole cakes?!” he said. He was in awe.

“You did” Matt said. “Seems like you were hungry”

“Oh god…. How many calories is that? I can’t believe this…” he replied. “I feel sick…”

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sleep over today? I’ll cancel the party and you can rest and feel better in the morning”

John nodded. “Yeah… I can use that” he said.

John walked over to Matt’s room and passed out on his bed into a fullness-induced deep sleep.

Matt went to the kitchen and prepared tomorrow’s meal.

“Oh he’s gonna grow alright” Matt said, smiling. “He’s going to grow real nice”

—–

John woke up the next day still feeling a little sick. “I can’t believe I ate all that” he said to himself. “Matt, I’m so so sorry…”

Matt sat down next to him, a large cup in his hand. “That’s alright” he said. “It happens. Here, have this- it’ll wash down what you ate yesterday. It’s a protein shake. You go to the gym right?”

John nodded. “Thank you so much Matt. I appreciate this”

John drank the concoction, a mixture of Boost VHC, ice cream, heavy cream, and Miracle Butter. What was a “protein shake” was really a high calorie gainer shake that was over two thousand calories.

The moment John drank it, he knew he wanted more. The Miracle Butter was working again. He chugged the drink down, and it slipped down his cheeks onto his neck. Under the effects of Miracle Butter, he was a messy eater indeed.

“Oh baby, that was so delicious” John said, smiling excitedly.

Matt chuckled. “It seems so. It seems you’re excited, in more ways than one”

John looked down. “Huh?” he noticed a large bulge in his pants. “Oh, must be morning wood” he said, chuckling. “Anyways, have any more of that shake?”

Matt nodded. “Of course. Let me just go to the bathroom first” he said.

John nodded, awaiting his return. In that moment, however, he acted on his impulsive hunger and ran to the kitchen. He downed the cakes that were there in just ten minutes. By the time Matt came back, he was almost done with the last cake.

“John! The cakes!” Matt said, frowning.

John blushed. “I… I was hungry…” he said sheepishly. His bloat was huge. His stomach was like a beach ball at that point. His shirt was barely hanging on.

“Hmmmm, John, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to need to be punished” he said, walking closer to him.

He pulled John’s shirt off and slipped it off his body. John’s boner got bigger. He started sweating. “Oh, Matt… I…”

Matt smirked. “Let’s do it, right here, right now” he said, pushing John down onto the table.

“I… I haven’t bottomed before” John said.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Matt asked, rubbing his crotch against John’s ass.

John rubbed his ass back.

While they started their foreplay, Matt reached for some cake and shoved it into John’s mouth. John ate it ravenously, soon begging for more.

“Yes… more cake please…” he said, all while getting fucked by Matt.

They continued until they both came, sighing with contentedness.

“Oh Mat… that was so fucking hot….” John said. “Uh… did I eat two cakes again?”

Matt nodded. “You seem to have developed quite the appetite” he said.

John blushed. “I… should go lie down again” he said.

Matt directed him to the room again, where John rested after drinking another gainer shake to ‘wash the cake down.’

—–

The process repeated for the next two weeks. John was wake up after gorging himself, apologize, intend to go to work, but then fatten up all over again when he tasted the powerful Miracle Butter that Matt fed him.

Soon, John’s clothes didn’t fit anymore. Matt noticed this and decided to lend him his clothes under the guise of “not wanting him to smell bad in the same clothes.”

Matt had hidden all the mirrors in the house before John stayed. John didn’t suspect it, but he was growing into a pig. With an excess of 5000 calories a day, he had gained around twenty pounds in just two weeks.

—–

“Hey Matt, I’m going to run to work. I feel like I haven’t been there in forever. How many days has it even been?” John said.

Matt shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I’ve enjoyed these days with you so far”

John smiled. “I have too, but I don’t want to lose my job, you know?”

Matt nodded. “I understand” he said. “Will you be coming back tonight?”

“Yes” John replied. “I’ll come back and we can have dinner together”

—–

When John arrived to work, everyone was staring at his newly acquired belly. It didn’t help that the old work shirt he had on him barely fit anymore. It was stretched out over his new pudge, the shirt barely covering his roundness and rising up if he lifted his arms to expose his new belly.

“I must be bloated from the cake…” John said, sighing. “Guess I’ll have to poop it out”

The customers all were shocked. His jawline was covered by some newly acquired fat. His cheeks had gotten rounder. His belly welcomed them, peeking out of his shirt.

“Wow… you’ve been eating those cakes too huh?” one of his customers asked.

—–

“Where have you been, John?!” his manager asked when he arrived. He looked down at his belly. “Oh wow, jeez, have you been pigging out or something?”

John blushed. “I… no, I’m just bloated” he said.

For some reason though, he felt himself getting hard.

“Ok then, just… please for the love of god get a new shirt, your belly is sticking out” his manager said, slapping it before walking away.

John felt the precum staining his pants. Why was he so turned on at that moment? Why did he love it when his manager told him that?

He shrugged it off and decided to work so he could see Matt later. At the end of his shift, he decided to have some cake before leaving, despite his indulgences in the past two weeks.

When he arrived, Matt greeted him. “Hey, you look cute in that shirt” Matt said.

John frowned. “Have I gotten fatter?” he asked.

Matt shrugged. “You might just be bloated. Or… you could be turning into my little piggy” he said, chuckling. “I’m just joking”

John got hard again. “I should really hit the gym” he said. “I’ll go tonight”

“You’re going to need this if you’re going to hit the gym” Matt said, handing him a ‘protein shake’

“Thanks, baby” John said, downing it. With that, the cycle resumed yet again.

John gorged himself on everything he could find in the house, which Matt had fully stocked with fatty foods.

“Maybe I’ll just hit the gym tomorrow…” John said in between bites.

—–

Two months passed. John stopped going to work, instead residing at Matt’s to make him cakes on occasion. Matt didn’t mind this at all. He paid John generously too- in money but also in food.

John woke up and walked to the kitchen. Matt’s clothes were now very tight on him. “Good morning baby” he said.

In the kitchen was a scale. And an object covered by sheets.

“What’s this?” John asked.

Matt took the sheets off the object, revealing a full body mirror. “It’s a mirror, why don’t you look in it?”

John casually walked up to the mirror. “Uh… ok” he said. “Yeah, now that I think about it, I haven’t looked in the mirror in ages”

When he witnessed his reflection, his jaw dropped. “Wh- what?! Is this thing broken?! I…”

John was almost unrecognizable in the mirror. His chiseled jawline and rock-hard cheeks were rounded like a ball. A double chin inhabited the area where only one chin lived before. His chest stuck out in front of him- the amount of fat could fit into a bra at that point. His belly was swollen and large, a big ball in front of him. His legs were thick large trunks. No longer did he have visible muscles and abs.

“How… how did I get like this!? Is this a joke?! I thought I was just bloated, I….”

John was in disbelief.

Matt pointed to the scale.

John stepped on it. “250 pounds” it read. John shook his head. “No way…. No way…!” he said. “This is impossible! How did I get so damn fat!?

“You’re fatter than me, babe” Matt said. “Way fatter” he chuckled. “You really let yourself go. You’ve become my piggy, haven’t you?”

“What?!” John said. “You’ve been trying to make me fatter!?”

Matt shrugged. “Your underwear right now makes it seem like you like it”

John was furious, but simultaneously blushing.

“You know what? Fuck it. I’m leaving” John said.

Matt shrugged. “Go ahead, go back with your parents. They’ll comment on how fat a pig you’ve become in the past few months. They won’t even be able to believe it. I mean, look at those stretch marks, the way your body jiggles, those pepperoni nipples… Babe, you won’t even be able to fit in your old clothes when you get home” Matt said.

He reached toward a cake on the cable and held it up to John’s mouth. “Now, if you’re a good piggy you’ll accept your fate and eat”

John’s boner was raging. He turned his head. “I’m not going to” he said.

Matt held the cake in place. It only took a few seconds for John to turn around and fall to temptation. He reached out and took the cake from Matt’s cake, stuffing it into his face.

“That’s right piggy, eat up. We need to get you fatter…” Matt said smirking. “You’re my pig now, so you’ll do as I say and eat when I want, understand?”

“Yes…” John moaned.

“Show some respect, piggy” Matt said.

“Yes, daddy….” John replied.

“Hmmm, I like it. You’re going to make an excellent pig”

He stripped John down to nudity. “Alright pig, sit. Pigs don’t use utensils now do they?”

John sat on the floor.

Matt immediately brought him a gainer shake with donuts. “Eat, pig”

John did as he was told. He ate the cake with his mouth, making a mess all over his face, chest, and belly. Matt fed him the shake and he gulped it down faster than he ever gulped before, some of the liquid dropping down onto his belly.

“Clean up” Matt commanded.

John immediately scooped pieces of food and drink from his chest and belly and started eating.

“What a fucking pig” Matt said, observing his fatboy. John had completely let go, giving in to his greedy desires.

They decided to fuck after John’s meal, but John was so greedy that he ate cake while Matt fucked him in the ass, grabbing his belly and slapping his fat, which jiggled.

—–

A year later, John had ballooned into a giant pile of pure fat. They had followed the routine daily- Matt fed him and fucked him. John would relax and then they’d start all over again. At this point, he was so big that Matt got creative with how he fucked- he fucked his rolls, his belly button, his fat pad, and all the other crevices that his fat created when it rolled out onto each other.

Matt had installed a weight scale on the bed for John.

That day, he was grabbing John’s rolls while fucking them. John was eating cake with icing out of the pan, getting crumbs all over the bed.

“Typical fucking fatty” Matt said, teasing John and slapping his belly.

John continued eating, barely able to talk with all the food in his mouth.

Matt noticed that the scale, which was calibrated to John’s weight, read 650.

“You know, when I told you you were my piggy the other day, I lied” Matt said.

John looked confused.

“You’re not my piggy, you’re my fucking fatboy hog” he clarified. “Now open your mouth and keep eating, fatso” Matt commanded.

“Yes daddy… I’m just your fat hog… I can’t stop eating…” John moaned as Matt fucked his rolls.

They both came at the same time, Matt in John’s rolls and John in his fat pad, where his dick now resided. Immediately, John continued to eat, scooping some of the cum from under his roll onto his cake.

“Fucking hog” Matt commented. “You can’t stop eating, can you?”

John continued. Just over a year ago he was a chiseled jock with a sick pack, and now he was a mountain of lard.

And he wanted more. He would be 700 in no time. He would be a hog for life.

Archie Andrews | One step at a time (possible series)

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Warnings: sad, mention of suicide and a suicide attempt, may contain spoilers if you haven’t seen till episode 11-12

A/N: I am thinking of making a little series with this but if I do it’s gonna be like so depressing and reader slowly revealing her past to her friends and boyfriend and I don’t know if anyone wants to read it… If any of you want to please let me know in my inbox soo yeah, hope you like this ♥♥

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anonymous asked:
Can you do a Archie imagine where him and the reader are dating and instead of Cheryl falling through the ice it’s the reader and Archie, Veronica, jughead and Betty go after her?


In the small town of Riverdale no one ever thought how bad things can escalate to the level it has now. After the surprising death of Jason Blossom so many more catastrophes occured, slowly driving the little town into chaos. While everything else seemed to be a disaster and the case of the mysterious murder seemed to be held back due to lack of evidence got solved, placing FP Jones in the crime scene, with the crime weapon, killing the poor teenager. But, a group of teenagers were opposed to the decision of the sheriff and even if the evidence threw the blame towards FP, the group of teenagers managed to find out who the killer was. Clifford Blossom.

After the following death of the routhless father; it was a suicide, things seemed to simply change. People were relieved a psyco like that was finally gone, even if that ment that he died. Everyone let loose, exept her. She was one of the foolish teenagers that risked their lives to solved the case of the unfortunate football leader. It was not easy for her to see all these things happen around her so fast, so soon. It hurt her more than anyone could ever think, but she didn’t understand why. There were some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she started making some pretty dark thoughts herself. All untill she knew what to do. 

After taking some time to think about what she should do all night, the sixteen year old, took the whole day after that to tell and show her friends how much she appreciated them. She gave Jughead a little crown medallion, just like the one he gave her when they were kids to show her how importand she was to him. She gave Betty a beautiful ring matching the one the (hair color) haired girl was always wearing, and she also gave Veronica a matching one as well; to show them how much they ment to her. Last of all was Archie. He was not like everyone else, he was not just her best friend, but her boyfriend as well. She gave him guitar that he wanted to buy for a long time, and that’s when he new something was going very wrong.

By the time the sky started to become darker the girl was already by the Sweetwater river, mentaly prepearing herself for what was to come. On the other side of the little forest to the river, the four other teenagers were worried to death as to were their friend, best friend and girlfriend was. They looked everything and they took turns trying to call her phone. Veronica actually managed to do it and put it on speaker so everyone would listen. “Y/N, where are you, we are worried sick,” the voice of a very wary Veronica traveled through the phone line. “I’m ok, don’t worry about it,” she said calmly to her. “Darling, tell as where you are. I know something is wrong just tell us,” her loving boyfriend pleaded but the girl didn’t crack even the slightest bit. “Oh, Archie. Oh, how I love you. You mean so much to me,” she said silently crying. “I love all four of you so much. Thank you for caring but it’s not going to do anything now. I love you but I have to go. I’ll sent Jason your greetings,” and she hung up. Everyone was shocked hearing the last words of the girl. “The Sweetwater,” one of them thought out loud and dashed towards the newly found destination as the rest followed close behind.

The first one to make it to the river has the gracious red head, but the love of his life was already far, far away. “Y/N, no, no, no. Don’t do it. Whatever it is that is bothering you we can fix that together.” He shouted while the rest of the group finally caught up. “There’s nothing you can fix. Not anymore.” She yelled back. The read head went to run up to her and stop her, but Veronica held him back. “The ice will not handle the weight,” the raven haired girl noticed and the others agreed. “But I need to stop her,” “We will,” Jughead reasoned his friend. “Y/N, please come here. Get away from the ice. We need you. I need you. Remember why I gave you that crown necklace?” Jughead tried to talk some sence into the girl. She simply nodded her head and the boy continued. “I gave it to you cause you are so important to me. I gave it to you to remind you that you are the only person I trust with my life. Please,” he pleaded but it was no too late. The girl moved a little and the ice that was previously cracked now created a hole and took the girl inside of it.

Archie couldn’t hold back anymore. He dushed towards the girl in hopes to get her out of the water before the current takes her body away. But it was to late. The group of teenages followed the girl’s body until it stopped. The aspiring musician fell on his knees and started puching the ice with the goal to break it and get his girl out of it. Blood started to run from his fists as the raven haired girl looked at his actions with aw, and the blonde clutched onto her boyfriend’s arm, crying while hidding behind his shoulder.

After finally managing to save the girl, the group ended up in Veronica’s house. Archie was holding the (hair color) haired girl in his arms, attempting to warm her up as the fire didn’t seem to help as much. The blanket around the two allowed his to trasfer warmth from his body to hers. He had removed his shirt previously and placing her in it after removing her soaking wet clothes, so the warmth of his body radiated to the girl easier. Jughead was sitting behind them in the couch with Betty in his arms trying to get her out of the shocked state of watching her friend attempt to kill herself, and Veronica was standing next to her mum discussing about the incident. “It’s gonna be ok.  I’m here. I love you.” Was all Archie could manage to make himself say to set the love of his life at ease. “We’ll do this. Together. One step at a time.”

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Vernon dating Joshua and vernon threesome plz

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As Vernon’s girlfriend and a fan of Seventeen, it had only been natural for you to watch every single teaser they posted up til the release of their album Al1. His was the very first teaser and you had loved it already, and they kept the level of aesthetic pleasantness until the very end.

The most memorable teaser for you, however, ended up being Jun’s one. Sadly, it wasn’t necessarily for him, but for the voice that was speaking at the beginning of the teaser, which just happened to belong to Joshua.

And, well, that voice just happened to make your imagination run wild: there was something about Joshua’s voice, as calm and beautiful as it may be, that you found incredibly attractive, and you unashamedly played the teaser over and over again, to the point of Vernon finding it funny.

Little did he know.

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5:01- jhk(m)

Originally posted by pjkook

the only thing thicker than water is blood.

(m)-mature / 4.1k words / vampire!hoseok / enjoy ! 

req; vampire hobi. that’s all I’d like to request you can do whatever kind of drabble or fic you please, but I need some vampire hobi 

*before you read please know there is death involved in the fic, so stop or be cautious before proceeding on if that is triggering for you, thank you


Current Time: 03:48 pm

You remove your sunglasses once you’re on his porch, adjusting the top of your bathing suit beneath your long shirt before knocking on his front door. Hoseok has lived here alone for barely a month now, and after being friends with him for so long, you find it odd that one day he just decided to leave his childhood home, abandon his family, and somehow get rich enough to buy this mansion along the beach that the two of you had met staring at from the outside.

But every time you went to ask him about it, something stopped you, or every time you thought you’d asked the last time you spoke to him, the answer seemed to have been completely forgotten in some unreachable corner of your brain. And in a peculiar twist of fate, the more you wanted to ask, the less you had answers to, and though you have been dying to see him, you only just now felt compelled to accept his invitation to come over for a swim.

He answers the door in nothing but swimming shorts, the deep lines and muscle along his chest marking him as different from the boy you remembered as well, letting him pull you in for a warm hug, nose nuzzling into your neck affectionately before letting you go.

“Finally!” He gives you a big smile, leading you from the entryway into the huge living room, “you accepted my invitation to come swim.”

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Soothing

Hey everyone. This is my first story so please be gentle with me. I hope you like it. Also, I’m writing this on mobile so I’ll try to fix it later.
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Requested: No
Warnings: Some mention of blood (not much)

You weren’t ready. You just absolutely weren’t ready. For what, one might ask? Newt Scamander, your long time friend and crush, to let out a short yipe like a dog whose tail had been closed in a door. Snapping your head towards the sound, you watched as Newt stumbled out of the swedish short-snout enclosure with a bloody arm. That, in and of itself, was fairly jarring, but the fact that it was five thirty in the morning made it worse. Forgetting about the potion you were brewing, you rushed over to him. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you searched him for more wounds. 

“Oh my god, are you alright? What happened?” You asked as you brought him back to the shed and set to work on putting him back together.You examined his arm carefully. The gash was fairly deep and bleeding pretty good, but there wasn’t anything sticking out, like a broken bone (it’s happened before), and he was reacting to things normally. Overall, you determined that it wasn’t as bad as it could be. Still, you were worried. 

“I’m fine, but, ah, (Y/N)?” He said. You look up at him with concerned (E/C) eyes.  

“Yes?” He rubbed his neck sheepishly as you cast a healing spell on it. 

“I’m afraid that Everett isn’t very fond of men and, I really do hate to ask this of you because I know you don’t feel as comfortable with larger creatures such as him, but,” He started.

“You want me to see if I can calm him down,” You said. It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement. He nodded, unsaid apologies swimming in his blue-green eyes. You smiled, sure you weren’t as comfortable with bigger beasts as you could be, but it wasn’t as if you couldn’t handle yourself. 

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do,” You said with a soft smile. In all reality, you were only brave enough do it because it was Newt who asked you. 

The swedish short-snout stood tensely in his habitat, looking mildly afraid when you walked towards him. He picked his head up as you approached him. You could feel Newt’s eyes on your back the whole time, as if they were telling you to be careful.They were the only things keeping you from turning around and leaving at the moment. You smiled at Everett, stopping a few feet from him, as to keep out of his immediate territory. You weren’t exactly a dragon expert, you were an expert more on smaller creatures, but you figured that this was a pretty safe distance. Everett came towards you, planting himself directly in front of you, silvery blue skin shimmering in the soft light.

“So sorry to bother you this early, Everett,” You said, calmly. “I just wanted to talk to you, if that would be okay.” 

“You’re doing very well, (Y/N),” Newt called encouragingly from the edge of the habitat. You took a deep breath, keeping focused on the task at hand. Everett glanced at him warily before looking back at you. Newt was right, he really seemed uncomfortable with men.   

“I’m just here to tell you that Newt wants to help you. I know that you’ve had a rocky relationship with men in the past, but he won’t hurt you. I promise. Everett, he wants to help you and take you home,” You muttered. The dragon was zeroed in on you with his undivided attention. You shifted a little and Everett took a more defensive stance. You held your hands up in a nonthreatening manner and he backed down a little. 

“Relax, honey. I know it’s weird being here and I know it’s hard to trust us, but I swear that we want to help you. All I’m going to ask is that you give us a chance,” You said. You could feel Newt creeping closer to you as Everett calmed. 

“For not being an expert on large creatures, you are very talented when dealing with them,” Newt said, not looking at you. Your eyes bounced from the freckled magizoologist to the dragon, not sure what was going to happen. Everett made a low threatening sound and Newt backed up. 

“Hey, hey, Everett, it’s okay. Trust us, trust him, he’s going to help you get home. In the meantime, he’ll take good care of you,” You soothed. The dragon still looked unconvinced and beautifully dangerous. Another low noise and Newt put himself in front of you, acting as your shield. You pushed his arms down and went closer to the sacred creature. Newt tried to grab you, but missed. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Come back here, (Y/N). I don’t want you to get hurt,” He said, looking like a worried mother. You faltered slightly at his concern for you before brushing it off as friendly.

“Theoretically, the more defensive we act, the more defensive he’ll act. It’s okay, Newt,” You said, turning back to Everett. The silvery creature looked down at you, eyes filled with fear and distrust. You put on your softest, most motherly smile and ventured a little closer. You kept a little distance so he didn’t feel cornered, but stayed just close enough for him to hear you if you spoke quietly.  

“I was like you once,” You whispered, “Scared and alone, really far away from home. Newt found me to, he rescued me and fixed me up. I know it’s hard to trust someone after going through some really awful things, but believe me, Newt will take care of you.” Everette looked at you with large, thoughtful eyes, his defensive position becoming more lax.

Finally, the silvery beast relaxed and strode towards you. You held out your hand to him. The two of you met in the middle as he rested his large head against your small hand. You beckoned Newt over and he approached cautiously. Everett took his head from your hand, watching him. 

“Mummy’s here, Everett. Mummy will take good care of you,” Newt said. You suppressed a giggle tugging at your vocal cords as he said this. It was so hard to take him seriously when he called himself ‘Mummy’ (but oh so adorable). The creature cast a look at you and you gave him an encouraging nod. Eventually, he leaned into Newt’s outstretched hand, nuzzling him as a sign of trust. Newt beamed, looking quickly between you and the beast. You smiled, bowing slightly as if you were in a play. 

Newt’s smile could outshine all the stars at night. God, his smile is what drew you to him in the first place and he kept you there with his love of animals so much like your own. Watching him slowly gain the trust of a dragon that had been so blatantly mistreated made your chest warm in ways you still hadn’t become accustomed to. As the two of you made your way from the enclosure after Newt finished what he had started earlier, he turned to you with that grin. 

“You were absolutely brilliant, (Y/N)!” You waved your hand, dismissing the comment; though you still blushed like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, it was nothing really. I’m glad I could help,” You tittered. His smile remained as he took you by your waist, hugging you tightly. It wasn’t forceful, but it was firm. Dimly, you mind told you that this was one of the rare times where Newt touched you. 

“Really, you were magnificent! And you say you aren’t any good with larger creatures,” He laughed. Your blushed deepened slightly. 

“Ah, well, I try.” Newt suddenly seemed to become aware of the fact that he had been holding you and pulled back. 

“T-terribly sorry, (Y/N). I j-just got a tad excited,” He said, blushing under his freckled dusted cheeks. Smiling shyly, you ran a hand through your hair.
“Don’t worry about it. I actually enjoy your hugs, like, a lot,” You said, embarrassed by your own confession.  

“Ah, did you know that a group of Bowtruckles is called a branch,” He spit out. Blinking, you tipped your head to the side. He was nervous or uncomfortable, maybe both. You immediately regretted saying anything. Newt’s face got redder, your own following suit as the silence stretched out between you. 

“Actually, I… I did know that. Please forget I said anything while I go throw myself into the sun,” You said, awkwardly. Turning slowly, you began to hurry away from the tall wizard. A choking noise behind you stopped you and you glanced back at him. 

“You don’t have to do that on my account,” He said, quickly. “That… that may not have come out right. W-what I mean to say is, um, well…” 

Another thing you’d become accustomed to was reading his mind when he couldn’t seem to get words out. Tentatively, you made your way back over until you stood just in front of him. He avoided your eyes just as you avoided his. How is it that we can both be this bloody awkward, you thought. He had begun to fiddle with his fingers and you finally looked up at him. Lord were you thankful you did. 

Newt’s curly, cinnamon colored hair fell over his forehead just so, making his blue- green eyes stand out. His eyes, though they slid away from your own, were so soft. They reminded you of the mermaid lagoon from the story Peter Pan, the way they drew you in, hypnotized you. The freckles dusting his quickly reddening skin created constellations that the sky only wished it could achieve. Every line and curve of his face added to his overall expression of complete and utter embarrassment. Something in you was thankful that he was generally so transparent when you could see everything he was thinking. 

“You mean, you’re okay with me wanting to hug you more?” You muttered. He nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“Yes,” He replied, “Among other things.” At this, both of you went redder than you thought you were capable of getting. Clearly, he hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud. 

“Alright, you know what? Things are already awkward, so let’s just make it worse.” You took a deep breath, locking your eyes on his. “I really like you, Newt.” 

“Nifflers are capable of producing six to eight young in a litter,” Newt said, loudly; the tips of his ears flushing red. You smiled, awkwardly. 

“I knew that to,” You said, brushing you hair away from your face. He cleared his throat in an attempt to steady himself. 

“Sorry, I’m afraid I’m not very skilled when it comes to talking about these things. Allow me to try again; I care for you very much, (Y/N),” He said, giving you one of his famous sheepish smiles. You smiled shyly and took his larger hand in yours. 

“You did just fine, Newt.” You hugged him this time, pitching yourself into his arms a burrowing into his chest. He hugged you back; you could feel him smile against your hair. 

“If I knew it would only take a Swedish short-snout to get to this point, I think I would have found one much sooner,” He chuckled. You looked up at him with a content smile on your lips. 

“Ditto,” You giggled, “And, Newt?” 

“Yes, love?”

“If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll have to hurt you,” You joked.  

“Noted,” He replied, hugging you to his chest once more.

“The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.” soulmateAU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (FEM) Reader

 Requested by: @12-kay-kit-kat  asked: #10 Bucky x reader please :3”

 Prompts: #10 “Soulmates aren’t real” (mine) AND Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts. Both of the soulmate prompts are from that amazing blog that I’ve linked you to.

Word count: 2248 HOLY MOTHER OF MY CAT I GOT CARRIED AWAY

Warnings: THIS IS REALLY LONG. Swearing and swearing and fluff???? But just a little bit.

A/N: I combined my own prompt with two that I found about soulmates, because it’s been a while since I wanted to write about it and those two seemed cool. BUT OMFG I REALLY EJOYED WRITING IT AND GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WELL WELL. I really hope that you guys (and you beautiful person that requested)

Pietro’s Part || Steve’s Part. || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Bucky or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||


“We all born with a colorless tattoo with a particular design that will only get color if you meet your soulmate, before that you’re available to talk with your soulmate through your thoughts. It’s a bond that will never be broken.”  Y/N read out loud, looking at his friend eyes.

They were at the public library doing some research for an essay. And of course her friend had to choose a topic as silly as Soulmates: real life or just a state of mind?” Seriously it as awful.

“Continue please” he said smiling kindly at her.

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Partners

Originally posted by stormtropr

This is my first request, yay! I will try to fill requests within a week of their posting (school and work schedules permitting).

The poster requested a fic in which the Reader and Tommy are married. Tatiana crashes the Reader’s birthday party and flirts with Tommy pushing the Reader and Thomas into a fight.

I enjoyed writing this and depending on the response I might continue it.


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Imagine you're an unhelpful husband

You sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can, crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.

You hear the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already sweating.

“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.

She’s gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can. “Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.

A few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.

You don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.

“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.

“Wha…ugh…what just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was flat and toned like it used to be.

“Woah! You’re-what happened to the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two perky breasts are perched on top.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie? Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.

“Ah, yes, kicks are wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just happened.

“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.

Your wife laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!” she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared daggers through you.

“When we got married, I debated whether or not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off, clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she finished.

Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That felt so real…

“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there. Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as you tried to find your balance.

“Follow me. And take your time- we don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to back as it already started to ache.

“Now, like I said, I made a very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch. So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door. She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.

The world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.

“Hi Mr. Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate his growing passenger.

“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.

“See, honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.

“And, of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there, you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,” she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.

“Shhhh, honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were in hell.

(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)

Bond Fire

Ship: sansby

Word Count: 5,126

Type: Hurt/Comfort

Universe: Undertale

***Author Note***

I’m so excited for this! This is my entry for the Undertail Fanfic Contest. I was originally going to try to write a fluffy story, but I can’t help wanting to add a little angst to what I write. I also wanted to make things a little different, and have sans comfort Grillby instead. (Also cute title idea by @kimiwillsinforever)

The theme is “New Experiences”, and in this story sans has just moved in with Grillby, and they’re learning about how different it can be living with someone else. Grillby was excited at first, but after a few days his hidden insecurities arise and he worries he might accidentally hurt sans. He’s never been this close to someone for such a long period of time before, and he begins to think no one would ever want to be around him or his fire.

***End Note***


Dark…

Everything was so dark and far away, but he was dimly aware of Papyrus’ voice in the distance.

His smile felt a little easier to bear as he made his way toward the sound, wondering what puzzle the human was reaching next. The dull repetition wasn’t as painful when he managed to see Papyrus’ excitement at finally finding a human. Heck, who knows? Maybe he’d truly capture them this time and fulfill his dream of becoming a Royal Guard. He laughed to himself at the thought, but anything could be possible right?

He was so focused on finding his brother that his silent steps in the snow raised no flags. Trees seemed to move out of the way for him as he walked, but the darkness only increased.

It’s getting darker.

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‘Remember’ / Word Prompts

You can change pronouns / nouns as needed

  1. “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to REMEMBER anything.”
  2. REMEMBER, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
  3. “It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to REMEMBER sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” 
  4. “When I despair, I REMEMBER that all through history the way of truth and love have always won.”
  5. REMEMBER, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.”
  6. “Promise me you’ll always REMEMBER: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
  7. “Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, REMEMBER that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.”
  8. “Do you REMEMBER back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?“
  9. "Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can REMEMBER.”
  10. “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — REMEMBERING all the times you’ve felt that way.”
  11. “In the end, we will REMEMBER not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
  12. “Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. REMEMBER that.”
  13. “It is hard enough to REMEMBER my opinions, without also REMEMBERING my reasons for them!”
  14. REMEMBER: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
  15. REMEMBER when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?”
  16. “What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you REMEMBER and how you REMEMBER it.”
  17. “If you REMEMBER me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
  18. “I love you. REMEMBER. They cannot take it”
  19. “If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people REMEMBER.”
  20. REMEMBER, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. ”
  21. “All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them REMEMBER it.”
  22. “You don’t REMEMBER what happened. What you REMEMBER becomes what happened.”
  23. “Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to REMEMBER from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”
  24. REMEMBER that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.”
  25. “Live in the present, REMEMBER the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn’t exist and never shall. There is only now.”
  26. REMEMBER to always be yourself. Unless you suck.”
  27. “I cannot REMEMBER the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.”
  28. REMEMBER, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.”
  29. “I wanted to REMEMBER us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.”
  30. REMEMBER if people talk behind your back, it only means you are two steps ahead.”
  31. REMEMBERING that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.”
  32. “Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may REMEMBER, involve me and I learn.”
  33. “Forbidden to REMEMBER, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk.”
  34. REMEMBER me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to REMEMBER me and cry.”
  35. “Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don’t even REMEMBER leaving open.”
  36. “Books are easily destroyed. But words will live as long as people can REMEMBER them.”
  37. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just REMEMBER that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
  38. REMEMBER this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.”
  39. “You will hear thunder and REMEMBER me, and think: she wanted storms…”
  40. “I want you always to REMEMBER me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
  41. “I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but REMEMBER it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
  42. “Dress shabbily and they REMEMBER the dress; dress impeccably and they REMEMBER the woman.”
  43. “You forget what you want to REMEMBER, and you REMEMBER what you want to forget.”
  44. “The things we love destroy us every time, <lad>. REMEMBER that.”
  45. “You are not Atlas carrying the world on your shoulder. It is good to REMEMBER that the planet is carrying you.”
  46. REMEMBER the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.”
  47. “And next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just REMEMBER that a little sweet talk works wonders.”
  48. “People have an annoying habit of REMEMBERING things they shouldn’t.”
  49. “When you find a man you wish to marry, <name>, REMEMBER this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.”
  50. “Kids don’t REMEMBER what you try to teach them. They REMEMBER what you are.”
  51. “If you can dream it, you can do it. Always REMEMBER that this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse.”
  52. “I REMEMBER awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”
  53. “It’s true that adventures are good for people even when they are very young. Adventures can get in a person’s blood even if he doesn’t REMEMBER having them. ”
  54. “Ladies who play with fire must REMEMBER that smoke gets in their eyes.” 
  55. “I probably would have sat there all day, trying to REMEMBER my name, but then the sea demons came.”
  56. “What we REMEMBER from childhood we REMEMBER forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.”
  57. “If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be REMEMBERED.”
  58. “I don’t know. I don’t actually REMEMBER anything from before the surgery.“
  59. “We’ll be REMEMBERED more for what we destroy than what we create.”
  60. “Always REMEMBER people who have helped you along the way, and don’t forget to lift someone up.” 
Ribbons of Flame - Chapter One

Originally posted by chertovskii

A/N: I’m so unbelievably excited to finally be putting up chapter one of my very first ACOTAR fic for you all. I’ve had this idea for quite a bit and finally started writing it a few months ago. I’ve got four chapters written already, so if you want more please let me know. 

I basically thrive off comments and words of encouragement so if you want to read more or liked any part of this please let me know in anyway you can. 

I’m tagging: @crazybookladythings @high-lady-of-perranth @foxboy-lucien @revogybrad @night-and-stars-eternal @mayhemories @escapingtheconstrictingboxes @little-witchling-of-velaris @theoptomisticwolfgirl  @writtenbyourstruly @highladyfxyre @it-el @purpleboybunny @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie 

If you would like to be tagged in future chapters or would like to continue being tagged let me know. If you were tagged and don’t want to be I won’t tag you if you don’t say anything. 


Description: Lucien has a little sister but no one knows of her except her loving mother, cruel father and other older brothers and members of the hellish Autumn Court. Eleanor “Ella” Vanserra has grown up in the Autumn Court under the cruel hand of her father and High Lord Beron. Once a bright and happy young girl she’s become a shell of who she once was. When Lucien discovers this new family will he and the inner circle be able to rescue her from the cruel fate the Mother gave her. 

Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional abuse

Words: 3186

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Paradise

Overview/Summary: After one of her best friends goes through a bad breakup she’s not ready to discuss just yet, Riley is dragged along to an impromptu vacation in a tropical paradise. While her and her two friends are there they meet three guys who seem just as lost as they are. 14 days. 10 Rules.
Writer’sNotes: In this AU Farkle was never childhood friends with riley/maya 
Rating: T/M  (Because cursing & also because I’m not going to restrict myself)
WordCount: 3,820

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Chapter One: Thou Shall Stick Together

“Remind me again why this is still happening?” Riley called out as she tried to keep up with the fiery blonde ahead of her. She glanced back to make sure her other friend was still relatively close by but the petite golden haired girl was a good 5 feet ahead of them both. “Izzy? A little help here?”

“Hm?” The bespectacled beauty looked up from her phone that seemed to have had captured her attention since their cab ride to the airport. “Oh, isn’t it obvious? She’s trying to avoid Josh.”

“I am not!” Maya snapped, spinning around in one quick motion. “Now would you two shut your traps and walk a little faster before we miss our flight?”

They still had 30 minutes before they had to board the plane. It was obvious to everyone that she was just anxious to get as far away from the city as humanly possible right now.

The two brunettes shared a look before Riley decided to speak what had been on her mind since she told her about the impromptu trip. “Maya, don’t you think it’s too soon?”

“It’s never too soon for a vacation, Riles.” Maya sighs, reluctantly stopping to engage in the conversation she knew she couldn’t avoid for much longer. Especially not with a 10 hour flight ahead of them.

“But–”

“But nothing.” Maya cuts her off. “Listen, we just graduated. I never thought I’d make it through 4 years of high school, let alone 4 years of College. I just want to go on a nice vacation with my girls. Is that a crime?”

“No. It’s not a crime.” Isadora pauses, “but you still haven’t talked about –”

“Josh?!” The blonde was already bordering on losing her patience. She was tired of everyone always bringing him up and throwing it in her face. She was going to forget about Joshua Matthews whether they liked it or not. “I don’t want to talk about him and you know what else? This is the first time in however long the three of us have been best friends, that we’re all single. At the same damn time, you guys! That’s never happened! Riley, you and Evan just broke up last summer after being together for FOUR YEARS and before that you were with Charlie for FOUR YEARS.” She knew her voice was traveling but she didn’t care at the moment. “And Smackle, you’ve been dating Dustin on and off for like 3 years and me and Josh? 5 years. 5 fucking years down the toilet. So excuse me if I want to have a little fun, okay?”

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Bean’s 15 tips for beginner (digital) artists...

TO THE ANON WHO SENT ME THAT ASK FOR BEGINNER TIPS~ 

I drafted my reply stupidly and tumblr ate it. Oops.

DISCLAIMER: I am by no means excellent with digital art. I’m deficient with color schemes/the concept of “color” in general (I’m definitely not colorblind, but there’s definitely a screw loose somewhere,) I rarely if at all have the patience to line my art, and forget painting altogether because I don’t get it. So I’m flattered you’re asking me for advice even though I consider myself the last person you should (haha~.)

TIP #1: TL;DR it took me years to get to where I am. Some people don’t need that long. Change may not happen on a day to day basis. Try to be patient. 

We hear it all the time, “practice makes perfect.” It’s actually “perfect practice makes perfect” and I don’t believe there is such a thing as “perfection” when it comes to art. When people say it’s “all practice,” they’re full of nonsense. There is definitely a role for talent, in that some artists pick up on stuff really quickly and advance at unreal speeds. I am not that. I started with mouse drawing before I got my first tablet in 2005, followed by the second around 2013-ish (maybe.) I’ve been art-ing in general since I was a wee bitty toddler.

Here’s my progression over the 10+ years I’ve been doing this: 

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It burns, doesn’t it? [Prologue]

Genre: Mafia!au I Mature I Fluff? Angst…so much angst I Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin  x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7 

SummaryWhy am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

Originally posted by berry852

I Prologue  1   2  I  3  I  4  I  5  I  6  I  7  I  8  I  9  I


You heard police and paramedics say it was a hit and run. There were others who were injured in the accident but your father was in the worse condition. 

“Dad…please, you can’t-’

‘I love you, ok? Take care of your aunt for me…tell your brother I’m-’ 

 You sobbed vigorously as police had forcefully pried you away from your father’s now lifeless form.

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“Green “- Oneshot

“Green” - Oneshot

Bucky Barnes x Reader

My Materlist - Here

Other characters: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark

Word Count: 1518

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing (I naturally curse a lot and it comes out in my writing sometimes. Sorry.)

Summary:  Reader has been having a tough time and needs an escape. She loses control when she is stopped. Bucky has to try to calm her down.

Originally posted by lematworks

Author’s Note: I know the title is weird. I’m not very good at titles. If you have a better idea, please suggest it! Haha! 

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m write for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @goodnightwife


You really weren’t feeling okay today. You needed an escape from everyone for even an hour. You usually talked to your boyfriend, Bucky, about this type of stuff. But he was training with Wanda and Sam. Not wanting to be a bother to anyone, you decided to just go walk around and see where you end up.

Putting your laptop in your bag and grabbing your keys, you were about to head out when Steve stopped you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Where you off to?” He asked over his shoulder while he worked on lunch for everyone.

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