#[asks answered]

[obsesssedblerd]

which jjk guy is responding to a breathy & desperate "oh god" with "shh i'm right here" in the bedroom? 😶

suguru. SUGURU. SUGURUUUUUUUU.

[venomous-qwille]

Question: Did Soleil make his own clothes entirely from scratch? I thought about this while I was drawing the man himself earlier, had the idea of him working on something on a mannequin, but I wasn’t sure if he only did embroidery… Apologies if this has already been asked before! Love your art and your fic, such beauty:)

Yes! Sol did make his clothes from scratch ^^ he is far too large/strangely proportioned to easily acquire tailored clothes in his size.

[melancholicstation]

fun fact: jack never held grudges and HAAAATED being given the silent treatment which probably stemmed from his fear of abandonment and the shit he went through; but jackie knew how to wear jack down by sulking for days (and probably giving him the silent treatment too) to the point where jack would do anything to make her happy just so she’d stop 😭😭 i’ve probably talked about this before but when i learned about this for the first time i didn’t know whether to laugh or feel bad

oh, jackie is sinister evil for using that tactic! and people act like she didn't get her lick back every once and a while.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Can you do a story with Oreg and the reader :>

You're skipping the line, because I'm behind schedule today and the ones ahead of you need setup.

You're welcome

Kabr0z Writes Episode 47: One year later

This episode picks up from Episode 42!

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Not many today! Creampie; size difference; interspecies relations; fucking on a table; squirting;

A/N: I got into BattleTech today, which is absolutely one of those "Dear God, is that daylight?" Games, so it's 23:30 now.

Hopefully this doesn't keep me up all night again 🤣

Also, send in your requests already, you know you want to

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A year ago, you were sold to an orc warrior. It just so happened, that orc warrior was a duke who also runs a soup kitchen. You'd probably have wound up with him anyway if your adoptive father had let you get to know each other first. Things didn't really end up that way, and you were sold for thirty gold pieces and railed in childhood living room to seal the deal.

You weren't sure he really understood the idea behind an anniversary, he woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, trained until breakfast with you and your son together, then left to do whatever good works he took it upon himself to do. You like it, sure, he's certainly well-loved in the city but it is a little unbecoming for a marcher lord to be seen rethatching a roof.

You spent the day making preparations, arranging flowers you picked from the garden, setting up your child at a playdate so he wouldn't disturb you, you'd even bought him a gift, though he was a bit of an ascetic so it was only a new tunic and some hobnailed boots. Something he'd actually use.

He came home in the early evening, clomping into the house. You could hear him going towards the chapel where he'd normally stay for a while in quiet reflection before dinner.

Oreg had been a paladin since he was very young, abandoned by his warband and adopted by an elven conclave. He was younger than you when he ventured into the Shadowlands to kill the lich, and always carried his faith with him. You sat with your husband, gazing silently at the icons on the small altar, dedicated to the god of fertility and rebirth. Your hand brushed his, grasping a couple of his huge fingers in your own hand. He looked away from the altar, smiling at you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Dinner time?" He put an arm around you, placing his hand on your waist as he held you to him

"I was thinking of something else first, it's been a year since we met, you know?"

His greenish-grey skin went even greyer "Oh, I haven't got you anything!"

You laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek "I noticed, you'll make it up to me later, for now, let's go to the dining room"

You led him by the hand, a five-foot-nothing woman leading an eight-foot orc through your house to the grand dining room that only ever seemed to get use when you had company, or your child wanted to play there. On the table were the presents you'd bought, and the bouquet you'd made.

Your husband's eyes lit up. "For me?"

"Yes, dear, for you. Go ahead and open them"

You'd never seen such childlike glee from this man, normally lodged somewhere between practical and stoic, now filled with anticipation as he turned the first gift over in his hands before tearing off the paper and holding his new clothes to his chest. He was even more impressed with the boots, remarking on the sturdy soles as he tried them on. You couldn't help but beam at him as he stomped up and down the length of the room, clearly loving the clack-clack-clack of the nails on the smooth granite floor

You finally managed to convince to stop stomping, holding this giant man who suddenly has the boundless energy of a teen half his age. You pushed him onto one of the chairs arrayed on either side of the great table, climbing on top of him

You whispered in his ear "Now, you get to give me my gift" before hiking up your skirt, revealing your pussy to him.

He got the idea. Bundling you up, he lay you on the table, kicking the chair away and kneeling to dive face-first into you.

His hands gently gripped your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh as his tongue gently explored you. He started slow, barely touching as he licked the outer lips up and down. Speeding up, he started to tease the inner lips and your hole, running his tongue vertically, slightly catching your clit every now and then to send electric tingles through you. You could feel how wet this was making you. Hell, you could hear how wet it was making you! He still wasn't stopping, rubbing your hole with a thumb as he moved his attention upward, his tongue rolling around your clit as you whimpered and whined on the table.

When his finger started pushing into you, it was too much. You cried out as the tip slid in, feeling yourself clenching as your hands gripped the back of his head through your skirts. Oreg wasn't done yet, though, that finger pressed on, getting deeper inside before he curled it upwards, pushing hard against your g-spot, making you gasp as your knuckles whitened on your clothes. He moved with a practiced purpose, listening to the crechendo of gasping cries you made as you approached your next peak. At last, you came again, squirting straight into his mouth as waves of pleasure flowed over you. Ever since he figured out how to do it, it's been his favourite thing to do with you, you weren't sure if he enjoyed getting off as much as making you squirt for him.

He definitely enjoyed getting off though, and as he stood up, you felt the imposing thickness of his cock against you. You'd gotten more used to it over the months, but it was still challenging at first. He held the absurdly sized cock against you, rubbing it up and down your slit, slathering it with your juices before angling it into you. A moment passed, you could feel it pushing into you. Your body relented, and the tip stretched its way inside. Your breathing once again turned to gasping and your toes curled as he slid in, being careful not to go too quickly even as you could see he desperately needed your body.

"Do it, give it to me like you want" you breathed your enthusiasm to him. He looked at you a moment. You met his gaze.

He thrusted. You screamed. Wide-eyed, he looked down at you, even as you held him in "Deeper, Oreg, please, deeper"

He pulled out an inch or two, then forced himself deeper into you, letting his bodyweight force his cock inside. You bucked and rolled your hips, fucking him back as he pressed in. He picked up speed, your moans emboldening him

"Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me" you repeated your mantra over and over again as the orc took you. The table rocked and creaked with the force of his thrusts, again and again until at last, he did as you asked.

His hips hit yours and he let out a groaning sigh, cock twitching, filling you up as he dropped his load into you. You stroked his face and pulled him to you. You kissed. Your tongue was in his mouth now, he gently caressed it with his own as his balls pumped more and more of his essence into you, already leaking out and pooling below you.

You held him to you, closing your eyes, not letting him go. This is the only present you wanted from him.

Though a sword would be awesome.

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Hope you enjoyed that, it's super duper late now so I'm just going to remind you all that requests are open and you're welcome to leave one!

[destiel-wings]

Are you incapable of making your own post? Why did you add on to that poor persons Merlin post when they dont care about Destiel? And youre too lazy to make your own gifs lol okay. Please dont add on to posts that arent yours. So fucking lazy and annoying.

Hey, if you're the op who made the post, I sincerely apologize. If you don't want that kind of addition i can delete it, no problem.

I love merthur and i love destiel too, and I added that scene from spn to make a comparison between the two ships. It wasn't meant to take anything away from the original post, but my intention was to give it a new light in addition (as people do on this site) by drawing a parallel with another piece of media. A lot of destiel fans love merthur too and i thought the op could get more reblogs and likes on their gif this way (reaching another fandom too).

I know how to make my own posts, I did plenty of them, actually.

What i don't know how to do is gifs, and i have deep appreciation for people who make them, and it is my understanding that they like exposure for their posts, so that their hard work can reach more people.

This is why i reblogged it.

My tags on the reblog were about both ships, i didn't deviate from the original post ignoring it to only talk about another ship (which would've been rude), so i didn't think it could be offensive in any way.

[brawltogethernow]

obligatory ask meme curse: homestuck

Reverse Unpopular Opinion meme

Joke's on you, I'm into that shit. Homestuck was an enormous and entirely positive part of my late teens and to this day there's nothing else like it. Like sometimes you just need to step back and think about how cool Homestuck is. MSPA invented a new format that HS constantly tested the limits of, giving us a comic where some of the panels are looping gifs and some are flash animations and some are fully playable video games. It had more prose than War and Peace by the time it was halfway done. It invented the concept of blackrom. A good third of it was written in a single year-long creativity bender. The fandom was like Inklings For Gay People and is still coughing out published artists. The cast is split 50/50 by gender and also by glasses wearing status just because...math. It wielded recurring motifs and colors and shapes and phraseology like an armory of weapons. At its peak it had a canon to cosplay rate of less than one hour. It contributed very significantly to keeping me sane in high school. Reading it gives you a very specific Homestuck Accent and will haunt you with concepts and imagery forever. Homestuck!

[chromacryptid]

Mumbo Jumbo HC season 10 episode 23, min 24:46:

Scar: "Is he trying to bang us or smth?" Mumbo: "Definitely."

Help why did everyone act like this was a totally normal thing to say

[sen-thebootmutt]

What basic things should people know about caring for leather?

Oh, how I love all the questions /genuine 💞💞

Okay!!!

So, leather is a skin, right?? It’s a hide. How do we care for our own skin?? Your basic steps:

Rinse

Clean

Rinse

Moisturize

A light spray of water, clean with a gentle soap (non-scented glycerin soap or saddle soap and a small horsehair/badgerhair brush), rinse and wipe off all the soap residue, and moisturize!

“Sen,” you say, “how do I moisturize leather?” Good question!! It’s going to depend on the type of leather.

There’s two big categories of leather; oil tan, and high shine. Oil tan leather is matte, soft, and more flexible (think of old leather dress shoes or casual boots). High shine leather is, well, self explanatory lol (shiny, less flexible, more glossy).

With oil tan leather, you’ll use a leather conditioner! Most bootblacks recommend Hubberd’s Shoe Grease (a heavier, denser conditioner), Obenauf’s Heavy Leather Preservative (more waxy), or Aussie Saddle conditioner (like Obenauf’s, but has a higher beeswax content). These are all pretty easily available online, and can even be bought in bulk and put into other containers!

For high shine leather, you use polish! There’s lots of different brands, but most folks get their start with Kiwi shoe polish (not super high quality, but readily available at big box stores like Walmart and Target). Most experienced bootblacks will use Lincoln or Angelus polish (your choice will depend on things like local humidity, altitude, experience, and technique). Apply a thin layer of polish to the boot, mist with a light spray of water, buff with a horsehair boot brush, and finish with a fine cotton buffing cloth!

I love bootblacking, and I love teaching. If anyone wants, I might record myself the next time I do my boots, so y’all can see these techniques in action!

[rainyfey]

I loved your momokarun fic art! Do you have any other fic recommendations?

Hello anon!! Sorry to make you wait so long and thank you for the ask!! 💖 I have read several fics that I really, really loved and want to draw fanart for :3 but time and inspiration were not on my side until now!

Here is some Fanart of Chapter 3 of Mitsu Boshi! I will never get tired of fanfics where we get a whole scene of Okarun infodumping about aliens and conspiracies to a Momo who has just met him and is quickly becoming convinced that he's crazy XD

I ramble and recommend another fic under the cut as well:

The one living rent free in my head right now is Mitsu Boshi, which I recommended recently in this reblog. Friendly to Anime-Onlys at the moment due to it being an AU and not set in a specific place in canon :3 it's soooosososo well done and an absolute joy to read (and reread lol). Def give it a look if you have time! Also listen to the spotify playlist the author linked in Ch.6 (I've had it on on repeat while I draw, it's awesome and every song is such a great fit for the fic!!)

Another very fun one that I am determined to draw for in the future (for one of the action-oriented scenes that is verrryyy beyond my current skillset so it's taking...time lol) is Chapter One of a fic called "Momo Ayase vs the World" by GoodEveningClarice and is a part of a series called "What's inside Turbo Okarun's Mouth?" (Can y'all guess why it caught my attention?? LOL) Chapter 1 is very cool and feels like a chapter right out of the Manga!! Chapter 2 is more fluffy and just as fun to read 💕 Be warned, though, it's written at a point in canon not covered by the anime. So i suggest catching up on the manga first to avoid spoilers and to get some context for what's going on~

Thank you again, I'm so honored you guys are enjoying the art I post and sending me asks 💖 it's been so much fun getting to love on the DanDaDan series with all the other fans here!!

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

The part where Maria takes Shadow away from being experimented on indirectly compares him to a teddy bear

Speaking of that scene, just look at miserable he looks here, also how cute he looks having to sit on that pillow.

He absolutely hated going through all of those tests and trials day after day. The poor thing was just going through it, knowing that they'll end eventually before he has to do them over and over again the following day.

Then the door opens behind him, and he turns his head to see Maria snuck into the room, wagging her eyebrows at him, mentally asking him, "You wanna ditch this place and go have some fun?"

And he does! Before the science can even notice, they put the teddy bear in his place, and they do exteme rollerskating in the hallways. The whole time, he just had this wide adorable grin on his face, just thrilled to be out of the lab for once and having fun with his friend.

Sorry, but I had to gush about this for the 6th time this week.

[reds-skull]

Could we possibly get Soap yelling at a recruit for trying to steal Ghosts mask, with Ghost in the background like that’s my mans.

Or something you want to do for shits and gigs because you can and it’s fun

Sorry this took a while, I kinda made a mini comic because, as you said, I can and it's fun lol

Thank you for the ask! This was quite fun to make haha

[obsesssedblerd]

share a cute megumi hc 🥹💜

one of my hc's is that gumi was the tiniest baby that ever babied. just a small spiky-haired bean that could probably fit in toji's hand (bc he's massive lmao) also the type of grumpy baby to just go 🤨😠 whenever someone stares at him too long 😂😂

[venomous-qwille]

Hi qwillle! Idk if this has been asked before but who was the first bot that you made? And was there a particular thing that inspired them/their personality?

The first bot I designed was Misuta, that was before I knew I would turn gitm into a fic- back then it was just an au. I did have ideas for clip before that, and sol too, but misuta was the first character that got a design.

I can't really cite a specific inspiration for him, he literally just appeared in my brain like, "Hn. Hello Hoshiko, you don't know it yet, but this is going to consume you."

Style wise I wanted to hit labyrinth jareth meets visual kei meet cool anime highschool villain ahaha.

[rozenphox]

oh absolutely, anon ❤️

[grapejuice32]

rafe x reader based off of your loosing me by ts. where maybe they’ve been together forever but like they’re not married and they’re getting distand. And one day Reader is talking to her friend and says like the lyric “i wouldn’t marry me either” and he heard and his heart totally breaks

You're Losing Me

masterlist here Rafe x reader Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: I fear I took some creative license on this one but I hope this is sort of what you wanted anon <3

You and Rafe had been together for five years, he doted on you to say the least, it was clear to the entire island just how much Rafe adored you. He’d asked you to move in with him a year into dating and of course you said yes, you would consider him your first love, your first proper love, and you were also sure that he’d be your last. Yet it had come to a point where your friends were getting engaged or were already married, and obviously there was no reason for you to rush into it, you knew Rafe loved you, you didn’t need a diamond ring to know that but there was a part of you that felt hurt, that sometimes let thoughts creep into your mind that made you think otherwise, that made you doubt him. 

It was yet another warm day in Kildare when Rafe had gone out to the club with Topper, you weren’t expecting him back until later, so you had asked your friend to come over. To be honest, that was what most of your days were like now, and you knew that you were mostly at fault for that. The thoughts of Rafe not wanting to marry you had been plaguing you, causing you to doubt how he felt for you and push him away. You’d grown distant with each other, he was barley home anymore and when he invited you out with him, you would decline until him asking you to accompany him had become a rare occurrence as now he was always under the assumption that you just didn’t want to be around him and his friends. 

It was about 3pm, you and your friend had opened a couple of beers and had fallen into the conversation topic that seemed to always frequent in your time together. She knew of your recent struggles with Rafe, she was all for you trying to him about it, constantly reminding you that it wouldn’t get better if you didn’t communicate. She also was always telling you that you needed to voice what you wanted in the relationship and not just settle for whatever Rafe wanted, but you couldn’t help it, it was common knowledge that you were a pathological people pleaser. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed, “maybe there’s something wrong with me, maybe I’m too over bearing or too messy or-“ you cut yourself off, shaking your head and taking a sip of your beer, tears lining your eyes. You couldn’t help but let the tears slip as your mind wandered, pointing out all the things that you thought were wrong with yourself and might be preventing Rafe from asking the big question. Your friend was too busy trying to console you, her voice in your ears leaving the both of you unaware to the sound of the front door opening, neither of you taking notice of the sound of Rafe’s heavy footsteps making their way through the hallway, stopping in the doorway of the living room that you were in, a frown on his face at the sight of you crying.

“I’m sure it’s none of that, babe. Maybe he’s scared, it’s a big deal.” Your friend, ever the mediator, spoke calmly, trying to soothe you.

But you only sniffled and shook your head, not even attempting to wipe the tears away, “It’s Rafe, he doesn’t get scared.” Your words only deepened the frown on Rafe’s face, he couldn’t for the life of him decipher what the two of you were talking about and why it had you in tears. “It’s whatever,” you mumbled, the words coming out slightly bitter, “I wouldn’t want to marry me either.” You were encompassed by the warmth of your friend’s arms as she pulled you into a hug, not knowing how else to respond to what you’d said. The both of you remained oblivious to Rafe whose face had fallen at your words, how could you possibly think that?

He'd lingered in the doorway silently for a few minutes as he watched your friend comfort you before he made his presence known. Calling out your name as he stated that he was back, acting as though he’d only just come in. You hurriedly wiped the tears away and looked up at him with a forced smile, your eyelashes wet and eyes slightly red, “You’re home early.”

He shrugged and leant against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, “Wanted t’see my girl.” And despite the extensive time the two of you had been together, you couldn’t help the small blush that lined your cheeks. Your friend glanced between the two of you and rose from the couch, stating that she was going to leave and that she’d see you soon. 

It left you and Rafe alone; you weren’t sure what to say and just sat there soft of awkwardly. He sighed and pushed off of the doorframe to sit beside you on the couch, the cushion sinking with his added weight. The silence of the room felt heavy, causing Rafe to rub his eyes with one hand, something he did when he was stressed.

He let out a long breath and turned to face you, placing a hand on your knee, “Baby I um-“

“What did you hear?” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact, knowing that he must have overheard some of your earlier conversation with your friend for him to be so hesitant in all of his actions.

He cleared his throat, “Why do y’think I don’t want t’marry you?”

You let out a teary laugh, “Seriously?” You asked, somewhat in disbelief, “I mean we’ve been together five years Rafe, all of our friends are committed.”

“And we’re not? We’re not committed?” He asked incredulously, his grip on your knee tightening.

“That’s not what I meant I-“

“Sure as hell sounds like that’s what y’meant t’me? I mean shit, baby! I haven’t asked cause we’ve never talked about it, I thought maybe it wasn’t something y’wanted to do.”

“Doesn’t give you an excuse not to ask me.” You huffed, turning away from him, his hand slipping off of your knee.

“Hey,” he tutted, his hand that was previously on your thigh grabbing your chin lightly so you were facing him, “I couldn’t ask, and hey! Let me finish,” his voice raised ever so slightly, sending a look your way as you opened your mouth to interrupt, “I couldn’t ask because if I were t’propose, y’would say yes whether y’wanted to get married or not, because that’s who y’are an’ y’care more about how I’m feelin’ than how you’re feelin’.”

You hated that he was right, “Well, you still could have brought the topic up.”

“Yes, I could have, I won’t deny it.” He nodded, his hand left your chin to cup your cheek, his thumb running along your cheekbone, “But I was scared, scared that if I brought it up, you’d feel pressured to get married. An’ all this ‘I wouldn’t marry me either’ shit, I don’t wanna hear it, yeah? Don’ wanna hear my girl beatin’ herself up, y’understand?” 

You nodded, still feeling somewhat upset about the whole thing but you knew you couldn’t blame him, you’d never voiced any interest in the idea of getting married and you’d never brought up the conversation. “So you do want to get married?”

He chuckled and placed a kiss to your forehead, “Course I do, sweet girl. An’ you’re not ready till we’re 50, then I’ll wait till then. Jus’ want y’to be happy, an’ you’ve not been happy these past couple of weeks, hm?”

“You noticed?” You asked stupidly, you knew the answer, but you needed to hear it from him, to bring yourself some sort of comfort. 

He hummed, “Course I noticed, ‘s my job t’notice. Jus’ didn’t say anythin’ cause I thought I’d done somethin’ t’piss you off again an’ was waitin’ f’you to yell at me ‘bout it like y’normally do.”

“I am ready.” You told him, your voice coming out louder than it had been for the span of the conversation.

“Hm?” He asked, gazing down at you lovingly, his searching your face as though trying to document every detail. 

You bit your lip and lent into the touch of his warm hand on your cheek, “To get married, I’m ready. So, I’m going to be preparing myself for some big gestures.”

He chuckled, his face lighting up as he spoke with a softness reserved only for you, “Damn right, gonna have t’be on your guard, never know when it could happen.”

“Can I go get my nails done?” You asked sweetly, to which he nodded, “And can I ge-“

“Yes, sweetheart. Y’know damn well I’ll say yes in the end t’whatever it is. My wallets on the counter.” 

You grinned and leant forwards to press a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, Rafey.”

“Mhm,” he hummed in acknowledgement, shaking his head at your antics and preparing himself for you to come home with yet another obscure object for your home as you jumped up from the couch to go do whatever it was that you had planned. 

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3