#Wanted to draw something a bit more detailed

[whatsnewalycat]

mindfuck

Dave York x f!Reader

Summary: Dave hypnotizes you.

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: hypnokink, not entirely good praxis of hypnosis, humiliation, implied infidelity, praise, smut, unprotected piv, D/s dynamic, dom dave, literal mind fucking so like a bit of body horror get into it

Notes: For @iamasaddie kinky May writing challenge. Prompt was hypnosis + Dave York. I found a lot of inspiration for this from a post in r/EroticHypnosis about mindfucking (can find again if anyone wants the link - lemme know!). Posting this in a hurry bc I am late to a thing so hopefully not tooooo many missed mistakes. OK THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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All your life you wished you could turn off your thoughts at will. 

Growing up, on those nights where your crowded head wouldn’t let you sleep, you would imagine twisting off the top of your skull like a jar lid and plopping your brain on the nightstand. It even worked sometimes, too, if you tried hard to convince yourself. When reminders of an upcoming math test or images of that cute boy in class crept into your purview, they had nowhere to go. They evaporated, and you slept. 

Dave says you’re too smart for your own good. Sometimes when you’re lost in thought, he tells you he wants to empty that pretty little head of yours. Not in a condescending way, although you can see how someone might interpret it like that. 

What he means is that he wants you to be with him when you’re with him. What he means is that he wants you to be present. Not thinking about the past or the future. Not reminding yourself of deadlines or analyzing the data stored in your brain or wondering what you mean to him exactly. 

The first time he suggested hypnosis, you balked. Even after he explained how it worked, you were hesitant enough for him to drop the subject. 

When he brought it up again, though, your skepticism swayed. You asked him for more details, so he dispensed the pros and cons and the step process. He could do it for you, he said. He knew how. He said he could rattle the bees from your buzzing honeycomb brain. All you had to do was trust him with this power. 

So you did. 

And you do. 

Your valiant beekeeper meets you at this hotel every other Tuesday night, except on holidays. This isn’t the only one-on-one time he dedicates to you, but it’s by far the most reliable. He doesn’t always hypnotize you, either. 

Regardless of whether he puts you in a trance or not, this standing date always starts the same. He slips you the keycard at some point throughout the day, only after he’s adorned it with a vase full of seasonal blooms and laid out something for you to wear. 

Tonight he left you lilacs and matching lingerie. Intricate floral appliqués embellish the pastel nightie he laid out on the bed. 

Opulence becomes you when you slip it on and pour a glass of champagne from the bottle Dave left to chill on ice. You mosey around the spacious high-end suite, sipping frosty bubbles as you admire the birds-eye view of downtown, the tall buildings and bustling city life all drenched in golden light from the setting sun. 

As the time nears eight o’clock, you empty your champagne flute and make yourself comfortable on the plush bed. Crystals hanging from the chandelier fragment soft white light into dazzling tiny spectrums, sparkling rainbow when the door to the suite opens, then closes. 

Dave enters the room with an air of authority that makes you straighten your spine and draw back your shoulders. After chucking off his jacket, he empties his pockets on the dresser and loosens his tie, then turns around to meet your gaze. 

His stern expression melts as he looks you over, seeming to appraise how your body fills out the lilac nightie. Heat sparks in the middle of you when he greets you, “Hey beautiful.” 

“Hi.” 

He approaches your side and takes a seat at the edge of the bed, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt, “Comfortable?” 

Nodding, you sit up to pull him in for a kiss. His plush lips respond without hesitation, firm but generous as he slips a wide palm around your body and brings you even closer. 

When he pulls back, he asks, “Are you ready?” 

“Ready.” 

He cradles your jaw, searching your face with blatant admiration before separating his body from yours. You lay back into the soft embrace of the pillows and wiggle around until you find the sweet spot of comfort while Dave drags an armchair to your bedside and sits down. Once you’re both settled and still, he begins. 

“Close your eyes.” 

You close them. 

“Take a deep breath in…”

You take in air until you can’t. 

“…and slowly release it.” 

You exhale, rationing your metered breath through a straw-sized ‘o’ formed by your lips. 

“Good. Take a deep breath in… two three four… and slowly release it. Deep breath in… two three four… now slowly release it.”

Behind closed lids, you concentrate on the rhythmic ebb and flow of your lungs contracting and expanding. His warm voice surrounds you. Envelops you. 

“That’s it. Keep breathing just like this. Each time you inhale, draw the life from your breath, and exhale the rest. Notice how cleansing it feels to let it go. How the tension melts from your muscles every time you take a deep breath in…”

You inhale. 

“…two three four…” 

Hold it. 

“…and slowly release it.” 

Then exhale.

“Perfect. Keep doing that. Now imagine that every time you take a deep breath in, a warm wave washes over you… and as you slowly release it, the tide carries away tension, allowing your muscles to soften and relax…”

Each big lungful heats the tar holding your body together. You dissolve into the mattress as Dave’s deep, honeyed voice resonates through you. 

“Again, take a deep breath in as the warm wave of relaxation washes over you, two three four… and slowly release it as the tide carries away your tension, allowing your muscles to soften and relax. Concentrate on my voice. Recognize it as a touchstone. If your mind starts to wander, have it return to the touchstone, return to my voice, and relax even deeper.” 

Trees tower above you, stretching high into the pale blue sky. The moss-covered rock before you glows as he speaks. 

“Notice how relaxed you feel. Notice that every time the warm wave of relaxation washes over you, two three four… tension melts from your body as you allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper into the sensation. Allow the relaxation to seep from your muscles into your bloodstream… to course through your veins and calm every cell in your body.

“Focus on your face. All those tiny little muscles in your forehead and around your eyes, notice how relaxed they are. Notice how the relaxation melts the muscles in your cheeks and jaw, letting your mouth go slack. You might feel as though you want to speak, but find yourself so relaxed that you can’t. That’s ok, because it feels good and safe to let the words dissolve on your tongue. Doesn’t it?” 

When you try to respond, your lips don’t move. This fact doesn’t bother you. It feels good and safe in the forest, staring up at the treetops. 

You realize you’re floating in a pond. You hear birds peacefully chirping and know it’s just you and them and the touchstone for a million miles. 

Everything feels profound, but simple. You are small and big like a speck of dust or a galaxy. You are safe. You are at peace. 

“Doesn’t it feel so good to relax, darling?” 

Your fingertips rest against the soft moss of the touchstone. 

“Yes, it does,” you tell it. 

It glows with a satisfactory hum that vibrates through you.  

“Perfect. Continue to focus on my voice. Soon, I will ask you to open your eyes, then close them. When you close your eyes, you’ll notice a warm wave of relaxation washing over you, turning knots into snarls and snarls into strands, every muscle in your body gently untangling as you allow them to go limp and heavy…”

You understand and follow his instructions. 

“Open your eyes and take a deep breath in, two three four… and slowly release it, closing your eyes, letting the warm wave wash over you and pull you in deeper. 

“Soon, I’ll ask you to open your eyes again. When you close them, you’ll notice the warm wave of relaxation wash over you even stronger than before, pulling you even deeper. 

“Open your eyes, two three four… and close your eyes, sinking deeper and deeper. Good job. We’ll do it one more time, and when you close your eyes and relax, sink as deep as you can, all the way to the bottom. Open your eyes, two three four… and close your eyes.” 

You’re lying in a meadow of wildflowers outside the forest, looking up at the serene blue sky. The earth beneath you is solid and brings you an immense sense of comfort. 

“I want you to think about desire. Think about that warm, lush longing inside you. Concentrate on how good this sensation feels in your body, pleasure swelling thick at the center of you.”

His voice surrounds you, but you don’t see its source. The soothing timbre resonates from the wildflowers and the earth and the sky, from everywhere and nowhere all at once like how you imagine God sounded to Old Testament prophets. 

You bring your focus to desire. It does feel good. Amazing, actually. Tangible like a glowing ball of heat between your thighs that throbs with each syllable he speaks. 

“Allow the sensation to grow. Let it stretch and pulse and heat your skin. Let your mind empty of everything except this arousal. When thoughts arise, you let them fall away and arousal fills the empty space. You’ll let this happen over and over again until your head is empty of everything but arousal. Do you understand? You can speak now, darling, go ahead and answer.” 

“Yes.” 

“Try it for me.” 

You acknowledge the cognitions that populate your mind. When you think about how you need to put gas in your car, you imagine the reminder dropping away, then imagine the warm wanting glow of desire branching up through your body to take its place. You think about a work project, but it loosens and falls into an abyss. Desire floods the space in its wake, a thick hot liquid that glows with light like lava, spreading to each new vacancy with ease as the thoughts drop from your consciousness. 

“How does it feel?” 

“Good,” you breathe, voice faint on your tingling tongue. 

“Do you like how it feels, being horny and mindless?” 

Your husband’s face appears, taking up your whole mind, then falls away. Rich, bubbling pleasure surges through you to fill the gap. You have to suppress a moan to respond. 

“I like it,” you nod, “Fuck, it feels amazing.” 

“Good girl. Now, you might notice something interesting happen when I ask you a question. You might notice that when I ask you a question, you’ll try to form a thought to answer. When you do this, you’ll feel my cock enter your mind. It’s bigger and harder than you’ve ever seen it, swollen and thick and so fucking ready for you, darling. When you try to form a thought, it pushes forward into the wet hot folds of your brain, severing the connections that typically allow you to think, preventing a response from forming. My cock pulls out, and slowly thrusts forward again, pushing out the thoughts, over and over for as long as you consider a response to my question. It becomes impossible to focus. You might notice that this penetration feels like it would in your pussy. My hard cock rutting in and out, sending waves of arousal through your body, fucking the thoughts from your head. Every time my cock moves, you’ll try to respond but cannot make yourself focus. It feels amazing. You give in to the sensation, allowing it to overtake you completely. When you’re fully saturated with arousal and nothing else, my cock pulls out of your mind.” 

Your skin feels static and warm when you imagine him pushing his smooth, throbbing length into your brain. A shaky whimper croaks in your throat. Your heart thuds heavy within your chest, circulating desire, warm and wet, to every cell in your body. 

“You might notice that when I ask you another question, any attempts at thought or sensations that come up except arousal will be fucked from your head until you surrender to the arousal. It feels good to be dominated in this way. To let pleasure consume your entire being.” 

Licking your lips, you nod to show you understand.  

“Now when I ask you a question, you’ll allow your subconscious to follow my instructions. Are you ready, darling?” 

“Yes.” 

“How was your day?” 

When you try to recall your day and formulate an answer, the tip of his cock pierces the equator of your brain, splitting the hemispheres. He drives forward slowly, steadily, making you moan as he stretches you apart and tears all those delicate tissues that generate thought. Still, you try. 

My day, how was my day…

He drags his cock out, then drives it deeper inside you. 

Day… how was…

Your nerve endings buzz as he pulls out, gooey arousal shines on the shaft of his thick cock. He plunges forward into the hot center of you. You work your hips and whine. You can’t remember what he asked. It doesn’t seem as important as the pleasure clinging to your insides as he fucks you, so you give up. 

His cock pulls out of your mind completely. 

“What’s the weather supposed to be like tomorrow?” 

You consider the question. The tip of him breaches your brain, forcing out forecasts and clouds and sunshine. Fragments return as you attempt to answer again. 

The weather tomorrow…

He pumps in and out of you, obliterating whatever it was he wanted to know. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the insatiable pleasure thrumming through you as he rubs against all your hungry nerves, giving them what they want. 

“Oh my god,” you hear yourself gasp. 

“How often do you think about fucking me?” 

Seeds of embarrassment sprout the tender beginnings of thought, then he fucks them out of your head until you’re rolling your hips, moaning and nodding for more. 

“Do you make yourself come when you think about fucking me?” 

Only a loading screen appears before he’s inside you again. His perfect, thick cock pumps you full of this throbbing heat. You wish it would never end. You want to feel this and only this forever. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. So horny and mindless for me. Letting my cock push deep and hard into the folds of your brain, fucking out all your thoughts, leaving your head empty to stuff you with arousal until you’re swollen and ripe, nothing else left but how fucking horny you are.” 

“Sssooooo fucking gooood,” you slur. 

“How would your husband feel if he saw you like this? In this hotel room, all dressed up in lingerie I bought for you, moaning and writhing on the bed?” 

A thought starts, and he pounds it out of you, merciless in its rhythm as each thrust pushes you higher and higher. Horny and mindless, that’s all you are. Nothing matters except this.

“Do you really think we’ll run away together? Do you really think I’d leave my wife for you?” 

A rotten sensation tingles in your chest before you feel him enter you from both ends, the cock in your mind working in tandem with the cock in your pussy. You choke out a moan and nod, body vibrating with a thick, hot sensation you can’t find the beginning or end of. 

“Fuck fuck fuck, holy fuck—” 

He groans, rolling his hips faster, fucking your entire being so hard and fast that you become pleasure itself. It’s everything and everywhere for eternity and you gladly accept this fact, wanting to forever exist in this moment. 

“That’s so good, darling. So fucking good. You want me to let you come, don’t you?” 

You nod frantically as the edges of you start to fray.

“Go ahead, come for me.” 

His permission completely unravels you, ripping away the last delicate thread holding you together. You sob as you fall apart into a thousand pieces. His hips stutter and he moans, giving you a few deep thrusts before pulling out. 

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. You float in the peaceful pond, staring up at the towering treetops that kiss the sky. 

“Now in a minute, I’ll bring you back to your normal state. When I count to four and tell you to wake up, you’ll come out of the trance relaxed and refreshed. Your mind will feel spotless. You’ll know that I adore you and hold you close to my heart.”

You hear birds peacefully chirping. You know it’s just you and them and Dave for a million miles. You are small and big like a speck of dust or a galaxy. You are safe. You are at peace. 

“And one two three four… wake up.”

[accio-victuuri]

CHILDREN’S DAY CANDIES. 🍭🍬

let’s call this part one of today’s cpns cause i’m waiting for xzs side to share stuff and knowing that LOZ just wrapped, we might get something on that too. but i can’t wait to scream about these! good turtles really got the sweets for today!

let the two cute babies invite you in… ⬇️⬇️⬇️

to those who have no idea what this holiday is about, then this might help you.

starting off the day with yibo’s audi ad. he really remains unbothered despite all the chaos, it’s business as usual on his side. and that is the reality of his life: it goes on. no matter what happens or who try to bring him down. he will continue to shine ✨ the story for the ad was so interesting, it was so nice to see him “cooking” and it’s giving me flashbacks to his other efforts. this is more of me as a cpf thinking about how yibo could also be making an effort on his own to cook, even if it’s not elaborate dishes. the fandom loves to paint xz as the “wife” who does the cooking but maybe yibo does too? and that grocery scene? AAHHHHHHH! domestic yizhan is my weakness. so while they walk into a store all dressed up like that, the thought makes me somft. considering there is a possibility too that they will be in the same city soon 🙏🏼

then xzs reposted menghai’s anniversary post which some are saying is unusual for them but who knows. WHAT GETS ME THO IS THE CAPTION. the fuck.

WHO FAMOUSLY SAID THIS? to the point that it became a tagline for the fandom. Yibo. Yibo during all the drama that happened during Hidden Blade’s showing:

WYB: like what the director & that audience said, a movie can create a lot of thoughts but u still need to continue with ur life. for Wuming, i hope we can exchange sincerity with sincerity. we made this movie with our heart, so we sincerely hope that people will like the movie.

I’m not sure if this is some usual line or saying in 🇨🇳 with some literary relevance but the fact that it is associated with WYB gets me! XZS is known to do really good captions but using this? after all that happened with magnolia noms? i think it is not a coincidence. this feels like an indirect message. i am positive that they really intend to wish menghai a happy anniversary but the hidden meaning is not lost on me.

not only that…. they seem to match yibo-official’s caption too.

The wind blowing in the wilderness // The wind galloping in the wilderness 🍃

the wind. in the mainland, WOF title is called Wind Chaser. i can understand it from YBO’s perspective and why that was included. but XZS? another coincidence????

and the caption for YBO had a paper plane which is a symbol that we associate with them 🫶🏼 ( i have a post for this but i cannot find it lol. if someone here does, please comment. )

and as for the drawing, it’s very common for cpf to think that xz made it. not saying that ybo has no team of his own that can do it for him, but more of this is xz’s love language. making art for the person he adores. the fact that the t-shirt chibi yibo was wearing is inspired by that video of him dancing in 2011 was a nice touch.

the cartoon was supposed to be based on the photo which was from the olympics performance rehearsal — but to make it fit the Children’s Day theme, that was added. it is made by someone who loves him!

not to mention some other details that stood out to us. i bet you can analyze each in every composition of it and make a cpf analysis but these are the interesting bits:

but i’m more partial to that pig nose on the shoes! hahahahaha! when fans tease yibo, he becomes a pig instead of a lion/panther and this cheeky addition i feel like can only be added by someone close to him. a person who can get away with it 😂😂😂

the photo used had him with the green/pink shoes! plus the video shared, THAT HAT! ( i linked part 3 of my cpn post in but parts 1&2 are there for those who are not familiar or want a refresher) ! he is showing off again! can’t blame him tho.

sources: one / two / three / four

-END.

[thelovelylolly]

Ok-ok, open requests, so hear me out:

Hobie Brown x nb russian reader

And reader is, like, a chill bassist, and they go to play some rock and cause dispute to the rich, and then they go to draw some graffiti and makeout 👉👈

(yes that's extremely specific, so pretty please 🙏)

Noise Complaint

Summary: Your band gets a noise complaint for playing too loud, but you and Hobie sneak away before the police show up. Warnings: police mentions, make out (oooooooo), non-binary reader, not proof read (let me know if i miss any!) Word count: 748 Notes: i know you requested the reader to be russian, but im going to leave it pretty open i hope you enjoy it still (and ofc thank you for the request!) <3

Nights like these were your favorite. Playing on a stage in a crowded and loud bar with Hobie and the rest of your band. You and Hobie were towards the front since you played bass and he played guitar, and you two always made the crowd come alive. You loved the energy of the crowd, their cheers always made you and the rest of the band play louder and louder.

It wasn't until you, Hobie, and the rest of the band wandered backstage for a break that you found out just how loud you were. One of the bar's owners hurried back stage where you were leaning against Hobie and wiping sweat of your forehead with a rag.

"I hate to tell you guys this, but the police showed up with a noise complaint. They're trying to clear out the bar and got some people riled up," the owner said, her arms crossed in front of her as she looked between your little group.

"A complaint from who? We're not bothering anyone," Hobie quickly replied.

"I don't know, some rich asshole who said we were interrupting their quiet night."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, tossing the rag you were using to the side. "They can't do anything, we weren't doing anything illegal," you said.

"You guys were getting the crowd riled up, so they could blame you."

"Whatever," Hobie sighed as he grabbed your hand and started to lead you out the back door, "c'mon, babe, let's get out of here."

The two of you slipped into the back alley, the blue and red lights from the cop cars bouncing off the brick walls around you. You looked around the alley out of curiosity and spotted an abandoned bag filled with spray paints on the ground. You smirked and nudged Hobie.

"How 'bout we cause a bit more trouble, huh? Really push their buttons," you asked, pointing at the bag.

Hobie looked at the bag then back at you, matching your smirk. "I already know what to write."

You two went over to the bag, grabbing the colors you wanted before finding a large enough space to use. You quickly got to work, doing a rough outline of your design in white before adding bright and bold colors. You wanted anyone who passed by to see what you had to say. Once the words were done, you started to add little details like stars and such.

"Hey! I think I heard something over here!"

You glanced at the end of the alley as you heard footsteps approaching. "Oh, shit," you muttered.

Hobie also heard them coming and dropped the spray paints in his hands. He reached for you and quickly took the spray paints from your hands, dropping them next to his.

"Hobs, what are-"

He pinned you against the concrete wall and smashed his lips to yours, cutting you off. The metal of his lip piercing was a sharp contrast to his warm lips. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. His hands were on either side of your head, hiding your faces from the officers that were appraoching.

"What's going on- oh. Uh..." A police officer said, stopping when he saw the two of you. "C-carry on."

He turned and left the alleyway, mumbling curses as he did.

Hobie pulled away to catch his breath, a smirk on his lips. "I think that worked, huh, babe?"

You laughed. "Definitely worked."

He stepped back, but reached for your hand. He intertwined his ringed fingers with yours, turning to see your works. You smiled as you looked at yours.

Wear earplugs!

Maybe if you had more time, you would've thought of something better, but you wished you could yell that at whatever rich assholes called in a noise complaint. If they had a problem with your music, they could just plug their ears. You weren't gonna stop.

"Cute," Hobie teased before directing your attention to his.

F*!K THE RICH :)

More straightforward than yours, but he censored himself with big, bright characters. You laughed then kissed his cheek. "Cute," you replied, doing a bad impression of his voice.

He smiled at you and pulled you towards the back of the alley where the shadows were darker and the police wouldn't see you two as well. You quickly caught on to what he was doing and spun him around, pinning him to the wall.

"Now," you said quietly, "where were we?"

[makemake22]

Sometimes The Cure Is...

bunch of fluff scenarios for someone who writing something, haha...

I write this as payback, haha. I like how Law want to give some crochet. For note, i did crochet once before i stop because i don't have patience to do it.

The reason why i make this as some scenarios because one of it gonna be use for my oc x canon story. And it's time to go to bed, i ruined my sleeping schedule several days ago and yep...

Dancing!

"Law, come on!" you pulling him to the dance floor. You noticed Law was staring at you while you were dancing with your crew. So, instead just letting him stare and longing, a cliche word even if he doesn't want to admit it, you decided to pull him to the middle of the dance floor.

"YN, no," Law ears are red. You can see it even though it was hiding behind his hair and hat. His gray eyes glance at the Strawhat crew that is watching. They're basically in a bar. They can't just dance like this. But unlike his thought of wary, you simply didn't care about it and keep pulling him to the middle of the bar.

Law relent, and he decide to follow your request. You smiled widely at him. You pulled his hand, guide him. Even though you really want to do some random move according to the music, Law might got more awkward. So you decide this.

Law is no stranger to a dance. Doflamingo taught him several times and made him dance with Baby 5 when he was little. But those not what he wanted to remember right now.

Right, new memories.

Without you knowing, he already placed his hand on your waist and moved around. Both of you begin to dance. You feel like you were embraced by the wind or something, from how grace it was. Your eyes linger quietly at his gaze that seem in distance.

His grey eyes that it shines hide behind the shadow of his hat, his small spiky bangs poke through his hat. You hold his hand tightly, trying to not lean into his chest and makes this as a slow dance because, damn, you really love him. So much.

Drawing!

Both of you lean your back to each other. Both of you busy with sketchbook. Of course, after knowing your captain aka boyfriend can draw, how could you resist asking him to do some art date?

Even so, knowing him, Law would rather do this in the sub or his room than outside. So, you comply. How did you know again? Well, you were collecting his files because he told you so. When you tidy it up, you see some doodles and even detailed drawings of organs. And since then, you blackmail ask him to show his sketchbook or some of his drawings.

"YN, are you done?" he asked. You shake your own head. Because you are trying to keep yourself not smiling and simping over your drawing. You capture his face correctly. Well, not exactly. You draw him smiling. Which was rare. He rarely smiles. And if his crew got their hands on this drawing, they would tease him for sure.

"Done!" Both of you showed the drawings. You stunned at his drawing. It's semi realism.. Dang, you never saw him draw any people onn his sketchbook so seeing him draw you makes you a bit speechless...

Law on the other hand, had his cheeks red. He thought you would draw him in sexy pose or some handsome outfit like what you always did. But no, you draw him with a smile on his lips. Both of them draw each other smiling, so it was equal right?

"this isn't fair," Law immediately take the drawing you had away. You squeak and trying to reach it. "Come on, Law! Which part isn't fair?"

A smirk tugging his lips. He lean just in time when you jump. A kiss landed on your lips.

"I am taking these," Law said as he get outside. You, on the other hand, grumbling and murmur about his weird attitude.

On the other side of the door, Law had his hand on hisi lips, covering half of his face. If he didn't get outside immediately, you're gonna tease his reaction. Is this how people see his smile? Is that why they really wanted to make him smile? Or is this because your drawing skills are just good?

Whatever it is, he can't help but realize, that even himself, find his smile warm. Even though he smile more with you, he never feel his smile warm. But he glad everyone saw the opposite.

Fluffy Fur!

Law sighed at the view in front of him. You just picked a cat that got injured. Despite his argument, you told him that you gonna keep the black furry cat until it healed.

But, what's this???

"Law!" You chirped. Waving your hand at him. Of course Law would be surprise at the view. The cat multiplied and now covering your floor. Those yellow eyes sometimes stared at you, but more often disappear in the void.

"What the hell?"

"It gone into cats!" You laughing again. You go back laying on the furr carpet---cats that laying on your floor----and sighed. "Join me,"

"No," Law immediately rejected the ideas. He shake his head. You stand up and pulled him down with you. "YN!"

You giggle, Law landed on your chest while you landed on a bouncy ground. The cats didn't seem to get hurt by the sudden impact. Maybe the cat is magical? Grand Line sure has weird stuff around. Law stared at you with a frown, but then his hand touch the black surface. He caressing the fur, the cat purred.

Law trying to digest what he feel. It really fluffy, he doesn't want to admit out loud in front of you. If he can, he want to jump directly on this, maybe he bounce. Or not.

"So?" You smirked. "Like it?"

"Shut up," that's what he can said before he bury his face into your chest. As he felt your hand caressing his hair, Law sighed. He just remembered he left his hat at his own office. But that doesn't matter anymore.

[meldy-arts]

Welcome home ~

[zuzu-draws]

[The Cursed, Unwanted Child: Ostracised by the Village]

[humanmorph]

"This is a message to you, who listens. You must trust me, because we are friends. You just don't know it yet. "

(The Road to PARTIZAN 05 : Ech0 & dusk to midnight)

currently halfway through PARTIZAN (making my way towards palisade extremely slowly. see u guys there in a month or two) & this is to date my favourite intro Austin has done. what an great introduction to an extremely cool character

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Saw the absolutely delicious version of Leo's photo by @thejudiciousneurotic , from @desceros's awesome piece here, and was overwhelmed with the need to draw what I'd imagined (And if it's not good or I don't like it later, it's at least Leo practice, so I can't complain)

[mitamicah]

I am now 29 which is fitting since like Jere I am also turning into a very obvious Bojan boy x'D

This is my little birthday present to myself featuring memories around Bojan from the Malmö gig on March 15 2024 :D

All sketches (and more) will be posted in it's own post as well ^V^

[fever-project]

wip of The Chain’s Cafe AU ditys. Thought it would be neat to share what my first drafts of my drawings can look like

[cathalbravecog]

i'm the antonymph of the internet

[spaciebabie]

im going 2 make one (1) cotl art piece and then that will probably be it

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 11: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should curiously socialize with a few of the boat travelers ...

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"The Adventurer grabs one of the ornate glass bowls near the buffet table, meekly gathering some cheese and vegetables as he scans the crowd. For the first 15 minutes of the lunch, he mostly crouches in a corner seat, nibbling on his food and nervously fielding the occasional drunken question from a passing party guest..

Knowing he should.. probably... actually socialize at some point, he begrudgingly chooses conversational partners, squeezing his eyes shut and pointing around randomly until he lands on someone.....

The first is a scrawny man in a flashy suit, wobbly from wine but still keeping a vaguely charming demeanor about him. He proudly introduces himself as a "legal expert", then goes on to ramble for a while about the laws in the area, how drastically they vary from city to city (plus a few veiled hints on how to safely break them), and that if you travel a lot it can be hard to keep up with it all.

He mentions, quite conveniently, that he's recently published a book on the topic, a legal guide for local explorers, and offers to give The Adventurer a copy for a special discounted price... but... then soon recalls that the crate of books he'd planned to sell on the boat sadly ended up falling into the river earlier during a "silly little mishap"..

In place of a book, he simply slides The Adventurer a glossy mint colored paper swirled with golden floral motifs, supposedly serving as some sort of business card, though the actual contact information seems obscured beneath the cluttered design. The Lawyer also pulls off his scarf as he rises to leave, wrapping it around The Adventurer's shoulders with a little waving flourish (not the first time someone has confused his anxious shaking for cold shivers). The Adventurer stutters out a confused thank you, then watches as the Lawyer stumbles off, mumbling to himself that he's been drinking too much and "truly must find somewhere to piss"......

The second person he approaches is an older woman, hunched over a table fidgeting with a handful of colorful glass dice, spinning and stacking and arranging them into patterns whilst her thoughts drift elsewhere. Initially, she gives evasive answers when asked personal questions, but soon grows more talkative once the topic of local flora and fauna arises. She apparently used to adventure as well, roaming the lands to document various elements of nature relevant to her mysterious "private research" - though, at her age, she's now resigned to casual boat rides rather than riskily hiking alone through uncharted wilderness. Gently laying a worn leather journal of watercolor paintings out onto the tabletop, she points at various berries, leaves, and animals, eagerly describing their significance...

After chatting for a while, she abruptly changes topics, mentioning that sometimes she can "sense things which she should not" (whatever the hell that means), then asks him to pick one of her dice. He hesitates, but she just stares, refusing to elaborate further.. Finding even 30 seconds of awkward silent eye contact physically impossible to bear, he hurriedly plops a finger down in front of an iridescent yellow die. She chuckles..

Scooping up all of the dice from the table, she rattles them in her clasped hands, then brings them up to her ear as if to listen... to something?? A few moments later, she turns back to him, speaking in a raspy whisper: "There are others, melding your footprints with their own, seeking a gift you do not yet know - this is what I see."

Before he can ask her for any elaboration, the Captain returns, grumbling that The Adventurer has already stayed 5 minutes past the time limit and swatting at him with a broom to shoo him off of the boat. Apparently an hour can go by fast....

After climbing back into his dinky raft, he sails mostly successfully down the river, finally making it to a point that, at least based on his map, SHOULD be where the main road picks back up past the detour. He crashes into a small grouping of rocks whilst trying to navigate back to the shore, but he was planning on disassembling the raft to get his rope and supplies back anyway, so.. aside from a scraped knee and possibly broken pinky toe, he decides it's actually fine. The cat is okay, which is all that really matters, anyhow.

By the time he's taken apart his boat, eaten a quick meal, and bandaged his leg, the sun seems to have nearly set. It's later in the night than he'd usually like to travel, but, where he's going is a pretty commonly used road, so maybe it's safe? He's exhausted from socializing, but could probably muster enough energy to walk for at least a while. Or perhaps he should just call it a night and find a place to sleep.. But.. where??? What should he do?

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Additional information

acquired a long, warm, expensive scarf

acquired slightly increased knowledge of local plants

acquired vague information from the 'dice based fortune teller', or whatever that was meant to be

acquired a business card (+ ability to get away with one minor crime free of legal consequence)

acquired mild nausea for the next 5hrs from weird buffet cheese

acquired badly scraped knee and sprained toe (will walk slightly slower for the next 2 days)

the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[nickywhoisi]

pizzasuba

Hey PT fandom come get y'alls juicey fucked up italian meow meow

When I remembered this anime (and honestly why wouldn't you??), I knew exactly what I had to post next. You know me, I'll probably ink and colour this later. I wish I had some digital art tools to really make this look like a screenshot. It'd be pretty cool if someone else wanted to take a crack at it! For now, I bumrushed the idea out of my goof brain. The face was all studied carefully from a youtube clip, no tracing no scope baybeeeeeeeeeee

i hope nobody will notice that i can't draw guns for shit wwwwwww

[ninjasmudge]

How do you price your Ko-Fi request? I can't find it and I'm new to using the site.

ill try to say this all as clearly as possible but if you need further clarification, you can just ask! i generally do these by the amount time they take me for the money im given.

the price of a kofi is set to £4, which is the price for a standard request (a clean sketch, minimal coloring, preferably no more than two characters), if you tip one ko-fi at £4 and the request idea, thats what ill do.

if you tip me more ko-fis than that, i usually do a small comic around the idea. i try to add a panel per kofi, so if you sent me two kofis, totalling £8, id do you a two panels comic. if you give 4 kofis, id try to do a 4 panel comic.

occasionally i cant actually think of a comic for a request (i do try, but sometimes i can spend hours trying to come up with something and theres just no ideas there). if i cant think of anything, ill do the request as a more detailed, probably colored single illustration, which will take me around the same amount of time as a much less detailed comic would.

if you only wanted to send the one tip of £4, thats perfectly fine, and i wont do a comic for that, just the one picture.

im pretty open about this though so if you wanted to send a couple of kofis and the req and ask that it be a single illustration, id do that. most people send me an idea/prompt style request, examples of ones ive done before being 'macaque and wukong raiding the fridge at 2am' 'mei biting someone, you can choose the context',

but if you have something slightly more specific that that, thats okay too! ive also done some oc illustrations, and am open to doing specific designs for characters as well.

sorry thats kinda long but i hope that makes sense for you, if you have more questions you can ask :]

ko-fi link if u need it

[fantomette22]

Hey! Happy New Year to you! I am glad that there is a time-convenient reason to share what makes me happy about you and what I am thankful for! That's what us here in this country do at New Year x) I really really REALLY appreciate your ability to cherish little and personal things in your life! You are like... surprisingly 'real' and unaffected for a person using Twitter and Tumblr, you know? You can be like "Hey guys I had a really fun and interesting conversation with a friend about [Bloodborne character]! :)" and it just feels so sweet. You appear rather disinterested in clout or shallow approval or trends for me, and I say this in the most praising way possible. You like PEOPLE and TALKING to people, you do not want to have enemies or "platform", you are interested in any sort of information and perspective and I swear I see a like note from you under EVERY obscure lore essay post. This is just really precious how you are like... one of very few people I can name who knows how to have FUN with something. Thank you for cherishing little but genuine things in life and being your free self no matter what! Hold onto it and not let anyone convince you there is a "problem" with how you choose to examine and approach things! Also on the side note, I wish you the best in your artistic pursuit. Seeing you design many Byrgenwerth characters and evolve as an artist was a delight. Like that drawing with Gehrman and the Doll where you added EVERY detail of her clothes and used green and dark blue pen to approach Gehrman's eye color? It was fucking AWESOME and I went 'holy shit, she is evolving'. But your funny moment snippets are good too. I hope you keep growing as both artist and writer, but also never forget what makes you yourself and what is your motivation in all this! :)

Wow...Thank you so much this is so sweet 🥲

Me ? Liking people ? And talking to people ? Oh I guess if people are nice and I talk about an interest of mine I am indeed unstoppable XD Sometimes it's not easy but I did grow to talk more freely when I feel at ease. I tend to isolated myself so I got to compensate. Never be the really talkative one in class. I like talking in general even if it's just monologue too. And on internet, in text it allowed me to be even more free and chilled with what I say too! (Friendship or just being nice is important for me and irl it was really complicated so I'm glad that the online one help me balance things)

May be a bit egoist too but I do tend to look for a lot of approval, genuine one. Perhaps a bit too much, I need to calm on that but it always make me really happy. low self esteem who's healing since a few years talking

"I see a like note from you under EVERY obscure lore essay post" oh really ?💀 you caught me on that one X) (didn't know they were obscure post XD I'm just looking around trying to found cool and interesting stuff and I'm sure I miss/ didn't found that many things yet! That's what happened when you try to find content about the same very specific few characters lol)

And it's quite important to have fun ! So I'm trying to enjoy what life have best to offer at least. it's not always easy but it's important and without enjoying it and the fun things that goes with it, I wouldn't saw the point anymore.

I'm really happy how I evolve artistic wise too :) I do things rarely but bloodborne and other interests really managed to got me motivated to produced things I wanted to see and wouldn't find anywhere ! I'm happy to have be able to do funny lil ones and more worked ones ! As well as writing ! wow if smn told me a last year : oh you're gonna write fanfic ! I wouldn't have believe them. And even happier to know that a lot of persons seems to really enjoy all of this too ;)