(I got really excited seeing this ask and I knew I needed to do it here soon)
This really got my brain juices going, I really wanted to focus more on the bug aspect of this redesign so I tried my best to make as many bug lookin details in this while still of course keeping it clown themed.
I knew i wanted something to glow (his bug is literally a firefly how couldn't i) and so I chose to make his eyes glow.
I also tried to have other details, like burn marks on the sleeves of his clown suit due to his fireful tendencies and I also gave him cuffs due to the fact he's literally an escaped convict.
I also kinda wanted the entire outfit to look "self made" because i imagine that tisler kinda just made his outfit out of random bits of clothes he found from a dumpster or something.
Omg I saw that you accepted my request! Thank you so much :3. Soo I have another BATIM ask for sammy x reader (he’s my favorite) Sammy x artist reader? They can just draw casually or be an art department person or anything else I don’t mind
(btw I love your writing style so much!)
A Musical Muse: Sammy Lawrence X Artist! Reader
Summary: Sammy's lover has always had a knack for creating things, especially pictures. After a while of art block, they find inspiration in the man closest to them.
Character: Sammy Lawrence - Bendy and the Ink Machine franchise
Warnings: None! :)
Genre: Fluff
Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, I really appreciate it! I absolutely LOVE writing for Sammy, he's got to be one of my all-time favorite characters! Thank you so, so, so much for the compliment on my writing style, by the way! It means so much to me! I hate to say it, but I did put this off until two days ago and did it during an all-nighter, so it's gonna be short and sweet, sorry :( I wanted it to be a bit longer, but I wrote the last sentence and thought that was a sweet way to end it :)Merry Christmas, and happy holidays!
Word Count: 509 words
"Uugghhh..." Y/N groaned, falling back onto their bed, holding their sketchbook and pencil in the air. For almost a month now, they would sit down with snacks and their art supplies, ready to draw, but the moment they picked up their pencil...
Nothing.
Their brain came up with nothing.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't think of a single thing they wanted to or felt like drawing. Either that, or they got side-tracked.
"Curse you, art block..." They groaned, letting their arms flop down beside them.
"Art block?" Sammy spoke up, having just then walked into their room. It was one of those rare occasions when Joey let him actually leave the studio instead of staying in the Artists' Rest, which was a good thing because he hardly got any sleep in there anyways, and it gave him more time with his darling.
"Goodness, it's a horrible thing." Sammy winced, recalling his own episodes of experiencing art block. When you do creative work for a living, art block is the last thing you want to experience, and Sammy had his fair share of scuffs with the involuntary lack of creativity.
"Yeah... Got it right now." Y/N sighed, sitting up now as their legs dangled off of the edge of their bed.
"That was rather apparent." Sammy chuckled, making his observation clear.
"I just... Ugh! I wanna draw something, but I can't think of anything at all!" They exclaimed, the frustration clear in their voice.
"I'm sure you just need to give it some time." Their lover offered a smile. "It usually clears up on its own."
"Sammy, it's been a month now-"
"Oh-"
He took a moment, pausing.
"Well, my dear, have you not yet come across something, perhaps... Particularly inspiring? Something that would get your mind going again?" He asked. "Perhaps revisiting a source of media you enjoy could get you back into it."
Y/N paused, nodding. "Yeah, maybe."
They glanced to their sketchbook before looking back to Sammy.
Maybe it was the way the artificial light from the overhead lamp hit his eyes, his patient smile, his soft hair. Maybe it was what he said about finding a source of inspiration.
Either way, they'd just found their source of inspiration, and it was him.
They smiled, and Sammy gave them a curious sort of expression.
"Actually... Would you mind if I drew you?" They asked, picking up their paper and pencil.
"I wouldn't mind at all, dear." Sammy chuckled, feeling a bit flattered that his darling would project such creativity onto a piece of his likeness.
"That's great because you're gonna be there for a bit." They laughed.
"Oh!" He chuckled, shaking his head with amusement.
And for about 30 minutes he sat there as Y/N sketched his likeness onto their paper. The curve of his smile, the glow of his eyes, and the warmth he made them feel - they projected it all into their work.
hii, i liked some of your writtings and i was wondering if you would write about Origins! Wade Wilson? if not its okay, thank you!
Zer0, thanks for the ask. I don’t get many.
Sorry I took so long to reply. I have been thinking about it and am not sure tbh of a plot. That’s why I wanted to ask:
Do you have any preferences for the story? Location? Ship? People? What’s happening?
Just wanted to check! Thanks!
Now, Origins!Wade Wilson, I have always loved. Wade was so amazing in it, and not even a mutant, just maxed out human in peak form. How else would he be able to cut through a fucking bullet with katanas, adamantium or not?
The movie did a disservice to the character. Yes, it was pre-Deadpool or an AU Wade Wilson.
Ryan Reynolds tried to even recommend changes but the studio refused. He endured just to be able to do the Deadpool movies which I commend him for.
I have an idea for whump. It's based off of the cordyceps fungus. I haven't watched or played The Last of Us, though.
So say whumpee got in contact with a mutated version of the cordyceps virus. It took control of his body, but not his head and brain, so he's fully conscious and helpless as the takes control of him.
Caretaker has to tie him up to a pole at tight as he can while sobbing because he hates doing this yet knows if he doesn't the virus will make whumpee kill himself, and whumpee has to comfort caretaker, telling caretaker he's doing a great job and everything's going to be okay while his body is spasming against the rough rope and trying to get free.
Will help arrive? Can doctors even treat this kind of disease? It's up to you or anyone who sees this prompt tbh.
ooo i hope i did this right, i haven't seen or played The Last of Us either, so i did a little research
Caretaker tied the final knot, wishing they didn't have to do this. Whumpee could only watch on, their body desperate to escape.
'I'm sorry,' Caretaker. 'I'm so sorry, Whumpee.'
'It's okay,' Whumpee replied, wincing as their body writhed against its restraints. 'You're doing well. Most people would've just killed me by now.'
Caretaker blinked back tears, looking at the restrained Whumpee. 'I'll find someone who can help you, I promise.'
Caretaker stood up to leave, to find someone, anyone, who would be able to treat Whumpee
'Caretaker?'
Caretaker looked back at Whumpee, who was still struggling against the rope, helpless to the virus
'Everything will be alright, no matter what happens. Remember that, okay?'
Hiii! Can you do a Thranduil one shot, where he's wife is having a break down, and then he tries to comfort her? Thank you!!!
Hello!!! Enjoy :)
(I know you asked for his wife, and Mereneth will go on to become his wife, but currently Thranduil has a huge crush on her, and she has a huge crush on him, but they're both too afraid to admit it, so...)
"Then as Oropher rounded-" Thranduil cocked his head to the side and stopped his tale, even though no one interrupted him.
"Thranduil? Are you alright?" Celebrian asked, her eyes fixed on her friend with concern.
"I'm fine, but the trees are… I don't know. They're acting…" Thranduil looked up at the sky, searching for the right word, "weird, in a way."
"Come on, I'll tell you the rest of the story." Ferdan offered, leading Celebrian away so Thranduil could investigate the whispered warnings of the trees.
Following their directions, most of which were in the form of scattered berries or fallen sticks to guide him, Thranduil exited the palace and walked into the gardens that surrounded it.
A strange sound reached his ears, and he followed it to the tree that had sprouted over his first planted crown. Peering around the trunk, he saw Mereneth curled in a ball, sobbing quietly to herself.
"What's wrong?" he asked, going around to sit next to her. Gently, he moved her head so that it would rest against his shoulder. He sat there, happy to let her lean against him until her sobs quietened down. Finally, she lifted her head to look at him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered
"Whatever for?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
She sniffled, "I got snot all over your tunic."
"It can be washed," Thranduil dismissed her apology, his look of confusion turning to one of concern, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," she muttered, making her way to stand up, but Thranduil grabbed her hand before she could walk away.
Thranduil gave her a pointed look. "It's clearly something."
"It’s something stupid," Mereneth admitted, looking down at her feet. Thranduil reached a hand to wipe away the tears from the face that had captured his heart so completely.
"It may be stupid to you, but it matters to me."
Her gaze jumped up to see Thranduil looking at her with such love and compassion. "You don't even know what it is."
"Try me." Some of his usual confidence and 'do your worst' attitude crept into his words, the familiarity of it enough to make Mereneth automatically smile.
"Herion yelled at me during training today," she whispered, humiliation creeping into her words. "He said that I didn't give him the correct herb, but I'm pretty sure I did. When I told him so, he yelled at me and threatened to fire me."
Thranduil's face went from one of concern to one of fury within a matter of seconds.
"I told you it was something stupid," she muttered.
"That is not 'nothing'," Thranduil said, his voice deadly calm as his rage threatened to overtake, "Herion shouldn't have yelled at you like that."
"No!" Mereneth cried, quickly correcting her tone when she remembered just who she was speaking with, "I must've mixed the herbs up! I promise it's nothing." Even as she said that, her voice broke and tears welled in her eyes.
"Come here," Thranduil whispered, pulling Mereneth into his arms. "It'll be alright, I promise." Right then, he vowed to make Herion pay.
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you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops
if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!
Unexpected Finds
Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while.
Word count: 2.9k
“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.
“To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”
“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.”
“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed.
Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it.
“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation.
“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you.
“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.”
Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner.
She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.
“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?”
You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough.
Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain.
“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light.
“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.
You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply.
Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it.
As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different.
You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee.
You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck.
“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you.
“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you?
Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses.
“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second.
With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound-
With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly.
“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown.
“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving.
“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.”
You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it.
“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile.
“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye.
Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair.
Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft.
Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed.
Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating.
You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation.
It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa…
“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish.
The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently.
You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate.
A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee.
You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour.
“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do.
Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle.
You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything?
“Why are you back?”
That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more.
With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach.
What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-
"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with.
You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly.
“Is this relevant?”
”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone.
Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect.
You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar.
“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough.
“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed.
You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult.
While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you?
“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support.
You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life.
Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.
Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion.
Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be.
The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter.
When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her.
Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back.
“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight.
“You also have class.”
She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-”
“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.”
”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly.
She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-”
“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together.
“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?”
You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?”
“No,” she said emphatically.
“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.
I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3
