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My brother came to me with this idea so of course I had to draw it

I love being an artist so much❤️

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doodle page :)

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❝—I am AZ. And as the owner of Hotel Z, I welcome you.❞

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they r the silliest :3

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I have an idea where game version of eggman is working on trying to sent agent stone back to his original dimension. All while agent stone is pampered him.

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Oooo! Someone is being distracted by whom tho?😏

Jk jk it is sooo painfully obvious who it is!

Context:

Game version of eggman is planning to cause havoc. When suddenly a strange thought pops into his mind. Oh? How he wonders to point his face twists into lovesick smile. This cause orbit and cubot stop in their tracks looking at doctor with confused and worried. They have never see their boss acting soo weird before.

Anyways! Let me know what you guys think! Cause I’m think about making a whole ass comic about them meeting! (Bro save me from this ship!!🤧🤧)

Hope you guys have a wonderful day! ❤️

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Oooo! Someone is being distracted by whom tho?😏

Jk jk it is sooo painfully obvious who it is!

Context:

Game version of eggman is planning to cause havoc. When suddenly a strange thought pops into his mind. Oh? How he wonders to point his face twists into lovesick smile. This cause orbit and cubot stop in their tracks looking at doctor with confused and worried. They have never see their boss acting soo weird before.

Anyways! Let me know what you guys think! Cause I’m think about making a whole ass comic about them meeting! (Bro save me from this ship!!🤧🤧)

Hope you guys have a wonderful day! ❤️

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some strawhats being silly

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Something-something, metaphors for love and healing your inner child, something

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Chandelure Chandeliers made by jxmario

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That’s right bitches I’m back with a new post! Where eggman is conflicted with his feeling with a certain agent!😏

Who would of thought of years of being alone surrounded by metal and bitterly cold could be change instant by meeting someone new!

Since you guys can’t really see what said he says I’ll post it here:

“What the hell is happening to me! Why do I feel this way?! I I think I’m dying? Of course I’m dying. I'm a damn doctor for god sake. If anyone knows what’s wrong with me it would be me! Did someone Poison me! Wait, was it stone who did this to me? No it can’t be him! N-No way!! but…then again he could have put something in those delicious lattes of his! No he would never! He c-can’t he too stupid to understand with his stupid brain and his stupid face and his adorably dumb laugh. !! Wait… adorable?” - eggman

Someone get him another coffee!!

🥚+🪨=❤️

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Familiar

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Hiii it's my horny ass again

i have an idea of like an afab nonbinary reader and brassius having a picnic in a big forest and they come across a shiinotic and both get hypnotised but it's also a sex pollen sorta situation so they just end up getting so deep in trance and so horny they end up going at it in the grass

I just really like hypnosis :3

Brassius x AFAB NB Reader: Sex Pollen

Following League standards, Paldean gym leaders, Elite Four members, and league associates take a yearly two weeks paid vacation during the first two weeks of summer. There are other occasional days off throughout the year reserved for holidays and other meaningful occasions such as Naranja's graduation ceremonies.

You're Brassius' partner, nearing your first year anniversary with the artist. He's the most passionate man you've ever met and you love each other dearly.

You decide to travel in two regions this time! Brassius chooses the first region and you choose the second, going from Paldea to the Galar region first and then going to Kalos second.

The two of you tour Galar as tourists to a new country, you acting as the translator between languages to Brassius' relief. He often says he's so lucky that he's yours!

After an amazing tea time in Ballonea Town, you two walk to wander in the forest. A walking mushroom pokemon approaches both of you, charming and cute. It looks like the pokemon in the local forest are friendlier than most as it actively starts asking for a treat.

After feeding it, it seems satisfied but right before it leaves, it sneezes loudly and pollen spores drift into the air. His eyes go wide with shock as it quickly runs away from both of you but it's much too late.

The poor thing just wanted a treat but now you and Brassius were in a...complication.

Your bodies never felt this hot before, almost to the point of intoxication but neither of you are drunk. You're whiny and needy, your limbs losing strength whereas Brassius himself gets firm and aggressive, taking you away from the path so he can have his way with you...not that you're objecting to begin with.

You're begging for Brassius to touch you, his calloused hands meeting your soft skin and digging his nails, scratching it as he forcefully brings your body closer to his in an embrace and locking it with a messy kiss.

He sloppily ruts his hot cock against you, it's a good thing you chose to wear a skirt today or else you're sure he would have ripped your pants off.

Drunk off lust and pollen, he finds himself unable to stop himself. In between moments of his hips slamming against yours, he's babbling apologies before he sinks his teeth into your neck, marking you as his.

You're just so horny. So needy. So whiny and wet. You need him so bad, you tell him that. Once or twice simply isn't enough to sate both of your awakened hunger and desires.

So Brassius simply doesn't stop, doesn't relent, not giving a moment of mercy as he grabs your legs, pulls your hair, kisses your lips, bites your skin and fucks you raw.

When you two finally reach clarity, it's dark.

Brassius can't apologize enough as he carries your sluggish form back to town in a bridal carry. You kiss him on the cheek and tell him you loved every second of whatever happened between you two.

At some point, you discover that there's a special perfume made with that pollen... you discreetly buy it and present it to him when you get back to Paldea.

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Hey!!!!

Your art is so SCRUMPTIOUS I adore the way u draw Smc!!

Can you draw Smc getting y/n delivered to them like a present (let’s be real candy apple and black sapphire would be the ones who did it for him)

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~Lysandre X Reader~

Word Count: 1175

Content:

Angst with a relatively good ending!

CW: mentions of blood and injuries. death is a primary motif.

Mentions of Past!Perfectworldshipping

Otherwise SFW

-Here Again-

Four broken fingers, three ribs, an arm, a leg, a foot. Numerous cuts and bruises, even a chipped tooth. Despite the pain, Lysandre was alive and breathing, all because of a few people's pleads. People he had betrayed, discarding their love as imperfect, tainted, dishonest and deceitful. And what was he like, standing in front of them, announcing his crime, if not just that?

He had been thinking for a while, wondering whether Xerneas's power changed him as a person as well. Would that be a good or a bad alteration considering that, in that case, he wouldn't have been the one to change himself?

Trying to recall the first memories after his awakening was a stronger ache than any of his physical injuries.

It was a sensation of your tears, falling atop of his cheeks like rain, mixing with the blood dripping down his face, staining your jeans. You were sitting down in the midst of the rubble, gravel and sand, just so you could have the head of your unfulfilled lover in your lap for a little while longer until the Professor calls the police. Lysandre had failed and got himself killed because of his own philosophies that led to terrible decisions.

Somebody important to the two of you was lost, leaving a gaping hole in your lives that you weren't sure was even worth filling up with grief due to what Lysandre had shown himself to be. Even after all of that, he was pitied enough to be given a second chance.

By Xerneas, no less.

In those moments, you were crying in-between all the trembling and sniffing, begging, pleading for him to wake up, not wanting to accept that he was dead just yet.

Augustine had his back turned to you, hand covering his eyes, too broken and hurt to even face him.

How could he, after all of your joined attempts to talk some sense into him, go through with it?

Some would call his embracing of death a heroic act, but to you it was simple treachery.

One of your hands caressed his messed up hair, the other holding his own, fingers tenderly locked, something you had wanted to do for so long, yet never could.

Few times have you tried confessing your feelings to him, your words getting stuck in your throat every time, immensely afraid that this man was going to reject you, find your admiration childish and the devotion you'd promise him not strong enough.

While rather intimidating to most, to you he was as charming as one can be, the simple sight of him tugging all of your heart strings at once. The way he had smiled at you when he first shook your hand left you in shambles. The next time it happened, you thought you'd combust, having fallen for Lysandre so hard that your entire thought process for the next few days was a blind game of mix and match.

It has to be infatuation, you tried to rationalize after having caught yourself getting distracted from work every ten minutes. But you couldn't help it, he had invited you to coffee mere hours before!

"I haven't seen someone be such a mess for Lysandre since the time I myself was like that!", Augustine exclaimed after hearing you out on your feelings, having sought advice.

"Why did you two break up anyway, Professor?"

"An eyebrow raiser for you, huh?", he laughed, "We had some different ideas and stopped getting along well, is all."

You weren't sure whether that was the whole story, but decided not to question much.

Lysandre's eyes always resonated with strong determination and ambition, something not many people are able to brag about. He didn't express his softer and friendlier side to just anyone, but he did eventually guide you into his small circle of friends, acknowledging mutual respect between you and Professor Sycamore.

Only then had you seen how full of ideas and enthusiasm he was, his gaze finally appearing trustworthy, reliable, honest.

You would melt at the smallest bits of attention he was giving you, but it never went anywhere past that, which made you slightly disappointed on the inside, but you figured it was an expected emotion to let thrive in that particular case.

Slowly but surely, Lysandre let his idyllic idea consume him to the point of madness, one of no return, where his vision was focused entirely on the mission he was "destined" to complete. All relationships he'd built became mere stepping stones, every word spoken by him was just another promise of his future success.

The vast field of life in his eyes drained away right in front of you that one day.

"Would you join Team Flare and help me achieve a perfect world? Together, we'd be an unstoppable force."

For the first time in his presence did you feel genuine terror. Your eyes widened and you could only whisper out one kind of response:

"You're insane."

His stare turned apathetic and hateful. He only nodded and kept quiet for a little while before changing the topic to something entirely trivial. Something you'd talk about with a stranger.

"I'm so sorry", you were whispering over and over again into his cheek, having bent down in misery, "Please wake up…"

Suddenly, you felt indescribably at ease. Your breathing became deep and clear, everything in sight appeared more vivid and somehow prettier. It was a serene state, something you haven't deemed a possible experience. You sat up straight.

"Professor?", you called out, but he was already fixated on a presence behind you, mouth slightly agape.

"Xerneas…", he gasped out.

You jerked your head backwards, eyes meeting with a blue snout that was gently being set atop of your own nose. It sensed your intense grief.

As surprised as you would've been, you didn't budge an inch. Bringer of life, they call it. Otherworldly.

Your eyes closed, heartbeat syncing with your mind, every muscle in your body simultaneously relaxing.

Xerneas knelt down beside Lysandre, appearing to be resting at first. However, on second glance, it seemed as if his chest was rising and falling, simulating breathing.

"N-no way… There's- There's no way-", your voice cracked back into sobs, pain strong enough to break the inner peace you were blessed with mere moments ago.

It was as if your soul left your body momentarily. Lysandre gasped for air, then started coughing as he had choked on some blood in his mouth.

Augustine yelled out something you didn't hear, nor could you, nor did you want to.

Lysandre was alive.

You basically screamed his name as your tired, weak arms desperately tried to embrace him with the last bits of your strength you mustered up.

You didn't want to move, and you couldn't speak, head buried into his neck, unable to physically be any closer.

Augustine had to forcefully pull you away from him when the ambulance arrived. He hugged you, in an attempt to comfort the both of you.

Tears didn't matter anymore, however.

He was there again.