Hii, I was wondering if you had an Ao3, if you do, what's the name of it? pretty please w/ a cherry on top...
HIIIII WHY YES!!!! I do have an ao3!! I actually have two lawll one is my sfw and the other is nsfw :’))
sfw- rainyydays
nsfw- nightlystormz (plspls only check this out if ur 18+ ahhhh)
I have stuff posted on both and definitely more things to be added wahhh I have so many wips in my docs it’s insane but hopefully the one shot that goes along with my teen stankyle will be out soon once I get control of the plot again!!!!
hey hi hello I’m begging u to please release this artwork over here 😫 https://www.tiktok.com/@raineedrops_/photo/7663360525807504653?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc it’s so freaking hype but I can’t promote/repost it over there as I only have my personal account lolsies. 🥹 would love to reblog over here
AHH YES!!! LAWLL IM POSTING IT IN AROUND 30 MINS!! I actually tried posting it yesterday but my tumblr was being such an asssss and wasn’t letting me post anything… tragic💔💔💔💔💔 but THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Im so happy so many people loved this piece hehe it’ll be up in a bit I swearrr 🥹🥹
Just dropping in to say that I love your art and although the thing that probably is most recognisably you to me is how you do hair and coloring, I have a special appreciation for how you do bodies.
Like, I understand people may look different shapes in different art styles, but the way you draw people feels really real and solid to me if it makes sense? And cosy. Like if you hugged the drawings they'd be soft and warm in the same way a real person is. Probably something with how you draw body shape and structure that I don't know how to articulate without seeming weird
oh my gosh… dude thank you so so so much!!!!!! this is genuinely making me tear up AHH im so extremely happy you’re able to get a cozy vibe from my stuff❤️🩹❤️🩹
I totally understand what you mean and it isn’t weird at all !! The way I do hair, bodys and my coloring being the most recognizable thing means so so much to me,, they’ve always been a weak spot for me personally for the longest time as I’ve struggled to maintain a steady art style. I’ve just, as of recently, become more confident in my abilities and it’s all thanks to everyone like you❤️ Being able to convey warmth and love into the characters I draw has always been my goal. I want people to feel the same giddiness and softness I feel when I get ideas or while drawing a piece,, i am SO grateful it’s getting across :’)))) ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
Thank you SO much from the bottom of my heart, truly, for sticking around to view my art and for the lovely message!!!!!!!!!!
AS SOMEONE WHOS HC’ING STAN AS NONBINARY RN BC “HES JUST LIKE ME FR” YOU ARE SO CORRECT-
I loveee Stan isn’t cis HCs genuinely trans Stan makes me so happy too. You’re so awesome for this!!
AHHH THANK YOU SOMUCH!!! NONBINARY STAN IS ONE OF MY FAVS TOO🙏 noncis stanley marsh my belovedddd…. stan is just such a versatile character since he’s already so complex in canon,, there is sooo much you can add onto him ❤️🩹❤️🩹
i was just wondering if there's a reason you hc Stan as trans? a lot of people do this with characters
it's fine if it's just a hc and no specific reason
anyways love your art btw ^^
HII!!! FIRST AND FOREMOST THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I’m very glad so many of you enjoy my art!❤️🩹❤️🩹
But I don’t think there’s a very SPECIFIC reason as to why I hc stan as trans,, the trans part is mostly just a self projection as I am trans and want my favs to be the same way ahhh :’))) But I do think Stan is definitely not cis as his struggle with gender and sexual orientation is shown slightly in the show!!!
In The Cissy episode towards the middle of it, he stands outside of the bathrooms and the new gender neutral one struggling to decide which one he belongs in.. which to in itself is veryyy telling to me personally esp since he did end up choosing the gender neutral! He explains that people close to him have gender identity issues and he’s confused with himself as well.. even though it probably wasn’t the actual intention, I think it’s straight forward evidence Stan struggles with it regardless 🥲🥲
But thats mostly it!!! Stan is def not cis to me in anyway and struggles a lot with his own being all in all regardless of self orientation,, as seen with his depression + hoarding issues too… him being trans in specific is just self indulgence but it ties in well with most of the hcs I have for him :)))
sappy male reader... kising flambaes missing fingers... please and thank you <33
love your fics btw!!
The Important Hand
🖇️: Flambae x masc!reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: SFW/SAPPY/FLUFFY/CUTESY/AWWW/established relationship/you comfort your fiery boyfriend about his little nubs. LOL.
★ The TV’s murmuring something about a cooking competition—knives flashing, someone dicing onions with theatrical precision—and you feel Flambae’s hand twitch where it rests against your chest.
★ “Show off,” he mutters at the screen, but there’s something else in his voice. Something quieter.
★ You tilt your head back to look at him. He’s focused on the TV, but not really. His right hand has curled slightly, tucked between your bodies like it’s trying to hide.
★ “Babe?”
★ “It’s stupid.” He huffs a laugh that doesn’t quite land. “Just—watching that guy. Makes me think about… you know.”
★ You do know.
★ You’ve heard the story. Robert. The fight. The way everything went wrong in the space between one heartbeat and the next. How anger cost him two fingers and nearly cost him more.
★ “Hey.” You shift, turning in his arms until you’re facing him properly. “Look at me.”
★ He does, but his jaw’s tight. Self conscious in that way he gets sometimes, when the missing pieces feel louder than the ones that remain.
★ So you lean in and kiss him. Soft. Unhurried. The kind of kiss that says I’m here and you’re here and that’s enough.
★ When you pull back, you catch his right hand before he can tuck it away again. You bring it to your lips—press a kiss to his palm first, then his thumb, then each finger that’s still there. Taking your time. Making it deliberate.
★ Then you kiss the space where the others used to be. The pinky. The ring finger. Just the tender nubs remaining, the ghosts of what was two little fingies. Flambae makes a sound—somewhere between a laugh and something shakier.
★ “What are you—”
★ “Shh.” You kiss them again. “These too. All of you.”
★ His breath catches.
★ You guide his hand up, settling it against your cheek, and he cups your face like you’re something precious. His thumb brushes your cheekbone, and his eyes are doing that thing where they’re too bright, too soft, too much.
★ “You’re ridiculous,” he whispers.
★ “Yeah, but you love me.”
★ “I really do.”
★ You turn your head just enough to kiss his palm again. “Besides,” you murmur against his skin, “you’ve still got your ring finger on the left hand.”
★ He blinks. Then he gets it.
★ His laugh this time is real—surprised and warm and a little watery. “You are such a sap.”
★ “That’s what really counts, right?” You grin. “The one that matters.”
★ Flambae pulls you back against him, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His right hand stays cradled between you both, but it’s not hiding anymore. It’s just there. Part of him. Part of this. On the TV, someone’s plating a dessert with gold leaf and unnecessary flourishes. Neither of you are watching.
please do anything with Royd. He’s so big and strong and handsome and sexy and I knowwwww he talks you through it I knowwwwww he’s just the absolute best at giving aftercare PLEASE RAINY I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO SO VERY MUCH!!! (We are very low on the royd fics and I know you’re one to bring light to his amazingness.)
~☎️
Big Lover//Royd Boyfriend Head Canons
👽: I’m honored! lol. I hope I did his character justiceee
🖇️: Royd x gn!reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: NSFW/SEXUAL THEMES/Just a bunch of head canons on how Roy would be as a lover Tehehe/I need a hug from him/Need him to hold me, cradle me, bend me over and—ENJOYYYY :3
SFW
★ Every time Roy puts on those reading glasses to tinker with some circuit board or manual, you catch him peeking over the frames at you. “What?” he’ll say, grinning. “Jus’ making sure you still there.” Like you’d ever leave when he looks at you like that.
★ He doesn’t just call you “baby.” It’s “baby girl,(boy/honey)” “sunshine,” “my sweet thing,” sometimes all three in one sentence when he’s feeling particularly soft. And when he’s working? You hear him muttering to his tech, “C’mon now, don’t be like that—” in the same gentle tone he uses with you.
★ After you kept stealing his hoodie (the worn one that smells like coconut oil and motor grease), he bought five more. Different colors. Left them everywhere. “So you always got one,” he explains, scratching the back of his neck, “even when I’m wearing one too, yeah?”
★ You have ritualistic market visits. Roy insists on going every Saturday, your hand tucked in his much larger one, that tattoo on full display. He knows all the vendors by name. Buys you fresh flowers weekly. “Orchids today? Or you like da plumeria?” And he carries everything, won’t let you touch a single bag.
★ When he passes you in the kitchen, the hallway, anywhere really—his hand finds your head automatically. Sometimes it’s a kiss pressed to your crown, sometimes just his palm resting there for a heartbeat. Grounding himself. Reminding himself you’re real.
★ You’ll find him at 2 am, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, fixing some gadget with a focus that’s almost reverent. When you pad in sleepy eyed, he pulls you into his lap without looking away from his work. Keeps one arm locked around your waist. “Go back sleep if you like,” he murmurs. “I gotchu.”
★ This man’s camera roll is seventy percent you. Candid shots mostly, you reading, laughing, sleeping in his shirt. When caught, he’s unapologetic. “What? You pretty. I like lookin’ at pretty things.”
★ He’s so fun and whimsy with you. First time thunder rolled through, he built you a blanket fort without being asked. Fairy lights he’d been “meaning to install” suddenly appeared. He crawled in beside you, this giant man folding himself small, and distracted you from the hectic storm outside with banter and stories from his past.
★ You get a monthly allowance. And it’s fatttt. He insists even if you make your own money. And still insists on buying you things, having you save your money for you. He’ll pay for your nails. (If that’s what you like.) Take you out to expensive restaurants and eat with amazing views. If you wanna have a fun night and go clubbing he’s basically your personal body guard. He’s great at extravagant. It’s easy. But he’s also sentimental.
★ He’ll buy the book you mentioned once. The specific tea or coffee you like but can’t always find. A weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better when he’s holding you. (It’s especially nice when he’s out working.)
★ When you talk, everything stops. Phone down. Tools down. Eyes fixed on you like you’re reciting scripture. And he remembers everything—your best friends promotion, that song you hummed Tuesday, the outfit you glanced at while out. All the small things really matter.
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NSFW
★ Those huge, rough hands that can manipulate the smallest wires, the most delicate circuits? They know exactly how much pressure, where to press, when to be gentle and when to grip hard enough to leave memory shaped shadows on your hips. “Tell me if too much, yeah?” Even when you both know you’ll never say stop.
★ His accent deffo gets thicker. Especially when he’s inside you, words spilling against your throat. “So good fo’ me—das it, das my baby—”
★ Roy doesn’t just compliment, he worships aloud. A running commentary of “Look how perfect you stay,” “You know how beautiful? Nah, you don’t even know,” “Gonna take care of you so good, baby, I promise—” until you’re dizzy with it.
★ Cockwarming. Elaboration? Sometimes after, he just… stays. Keeps you connected, pulls you onto his chest, idly plays with your hair. “Not lettin’ go yet.” Like the separation physically hurts. And when you clench around him—involuntary, aftershocks—his breath hitches, “Shoots, baby, tryin’ kill me?”
★ He’s strong as fuck. He knows this. And enjoys it. There’s something about being able to maneuver you exactly where he wants you that makes him almost feral.
★ Lifting you against walls or holding you suspended, one arm banded across your waist, back against his chest while he shoves his free hand down your pants, thick fingers fucking into you. “So light, baby, like nothing. Can do this all night, yeah? You like?”
★ He joins you in the shower “just to help.” Runs soap slick hands over every inch of you. Presses you against cool tile, water pourinh over both of you. “Gotta make sure you all nice and clean” You’re the cleanest person alive by the time he’s done.
★ One time, he took you down to the shore after dark. Blanket. Stars. His hands under your shirt while waves crashed nearby. “Nobody around but us, baby.” The ocean was loud enough to swallow your sounds. He took full advantage.
★ Roy leaves marks. Thoughtful about placement, where only he’ll see them, where they’ll peek out just enough to remind you. Sucks bruises into your inner thighs with the same focused patience he uses on his tech. “Jus’ one more, promise.” (It’s never just one more.)
★ Aftercare Isn’t Optional. The man who takes you apart so thoroughly is meticulous about putting you back together. Always. Warm cloth, cold water, gentle hands checking in.
★ “You good? Need anything? Tell me true now.” Wraps you in his arms like a shield after, nose buried in your hair, “Did so good fo’ me. Always so good.”
