#(maybe when I figure it out and draw it I'll repost this)

[handsomethrowrug]

Headcanon: Family and Heritage

While responding to this thread, I had an idea, did some research, and discovered that it would make sense, so I'm going to implement it. The information might not be completely accurate, but I am going on what I have been able to find, with adjustments to make it better suit the L.ion King setting.

One side of S.car and M.ufasa's family are K.alahari lions. These are lions that have adapted to live in the desert. Compared to relatives in other areas, these lions are leaner, but often sport darker manes. They usually, but not always, have narrow noses to help protect the nasal cavities from sand and heat. However, their pelts were usually paler in comparison.

When the princes were growing up, there were only two lions that shared these "outsider" traits: Scar, and one parent. Some lionesses from the same pride as the parent might have visited or joined briefly, but I'm not sure how long they might have been around for. It might be possible, for instance, that S.imba never saw an outsider lion aside from S.car in his youth.

Had there been other siblings, there is a chance that one of them might have inherited these features. However, as the King and Queen had the brothers late in life, there were no other litters after them.

[su-inverted-au]

Chapter 4 - Scene 1 << Prev | First | Next >> Do not repost! Please reblog instead. Scene info and more below! VVV

HI! So this is going to be a bit of a montage/speedrun of the rest of the story, or at least what scenes I wanted to include the most. There's a lot in between I'm gonna be skipping for the sake of time and my wrist. It will all culminate in a grand finale that I'm excited to share with you all.

Each scene will have a brief explanation and maybe some bonus info about the story and AU, but for the most part it's up to reader interpretation. I'll be answering asks about it if they come.

The comic really stalled on this chapter, and specifically this scene. The big hiatus hit right before a reveal I wanted to do and it frustrated me to no end that I wasn't able to keep going.

Scene 1: How chapter 4 was going to continue was that Steven would jump into the fray and attack Centipeedle, drawing her attention. When Centi tries to attack back, Steven's gem powers would activate and draw out a shield! But not Rose Quartz's, it would be very different.

This would lead into Pearl managing to poof and bubble Centi and Greg appearing, finally having caught up to Steven. The adults would go off to talk about what's going on with Steven while he tries to figure out how he managed to activate his gem powers.

And that's where chapter 4 would end!

The next scenes won't be framed by any particular chapter, but they will be in chronological order. Stay tuned for scene 2, coming soon.

[rainbowsky]

Yibo-Official international accounts

I've gotten a lot of asks about the new Twitter account, so I guess I'll finally address these accounts Yibo-Official has created on international platforms:

Yibo-Official Instagram <- fake?

Yibo-Official YouTube <- fake?

Yibo-Official Twitter <- FAKE!!

Because the Twitter account has been shown to be fake, this calls into question the authenticity of all of them for me. The fan club that shared the Twitter account is the same one that shared the others. Proceed with caution.

However etiquette is still important so I'm going to leave this post up.

Let's talk a bit about etiquette...

International account etiquette

For those who are maybe newer to the fandom or who haven't spent a lot of time on the Weibo supertopics, you might not be aware of the rules and protocols turtles have over there.

Here are the rules in brief:

Never use their real names or tag their accounts.

Nor any other public figure.

Stay 'on-topic' and in your own lane, don't attack others.

Observe and respect top-bottom dynamics.

Don't use other people's content without permission, always attribute.

No feminizing or denigrating, or anything that can damage their image.

No sharing of private information or media about GGDD, no oversexualizing.

No fandom policing or spamming of the supertopic.

No sharing of anti material.

No reposting of content from other platforms.

No spreading of unconfirmed rumors and gossip.

Don't fill the supertopic with unrelated or personal posts.

No unauthorized contests or lotteries.

No merch or sales without admin approval.

There are some people who feel strongly that those rules should apply to international platforms as well. I've always disagreed with that to some degree. I talk about that a bit in this post. However, with GG and DD going more international these rules are becoming more and more relevant to us.

The first rule of BJYX is...

However one of the rules I feel absolutely must apply here as well as on Weibo, is rule #1: Never tag their official accounts or refer to them using their real names.

There are many good reasons for this, but ultimately what it boils down to is,

"what happens in turtledom stays in turtledom."

Everything we do here is for turtle eyes only. When you tag outside accounts or mention/tag their names or initials, you bring others into our world. That crossover can harm GG and DD in various ways.

This is something I talk about in my Fandom Etiquette guide, and it's something I feel very strongly about.

Just look at Twitter, where BXG are often tagging CPN posts, fan art and photo edits with GG and DD's individual names. Look at all the fan wars that causes when solos browsing their hashtags stumble across CPN and turtle fan content. It's completely out of control.

We don't like it when solos tag their hateful rhetoric with #bjyx or #yizhan, and this is why. It invades and impacts our experience of fandom. Please respect the fandom experience of others. Even solos you dislike deserve this courtesy, and as I have already stated, fan wars are harmful. We need to do whatever we can to prevent them.

And it's not just solos we should be concerned about. Anyone interested in GG or DD, when going to Twitter, is likely to browse #wangyibo and #xiaozhan. The last thing we should want them to stumble across is a fanfic prompt about spitroasting, pornographic fanart of GGDD, or CPN clowning.

Respect GG and DD's personal reputations.

It's fine to clown, it's fine to write fanfic and draw fanart - even smut. But it's not OK to make that a feature of what passersby will see when looking them up. STAY IN YOUR OWN LANE.

This is doubly true with their official accounts. Just don't do it.

And this goes triply for tagging official accounts in fandom disputes. Incredibly I've seen this happen on Twitter quite a bit, including solos tagging official endorsement accounts to slander BXG.

Do I really need to explain why that's an insane, ridiculous, utterly disruptive and awful thing to do?

EDIT: And toxic XFX on Twitter are currently tagging Yibo-Official on turtle CPN posts, trying to start a war. As I said in this update, blocking is the best protection for turtles and for Yibo-Official. Toxics can't tag and harass over posts they can't even see.

Bottom line: Just don't tag their official accounts. Don't comment in their account threads with anything Yizhan related - or anything related to the other (i.e. don't mention GG in DD's comment threads, or vice versa). Don't mention their real names in your clownery.

Don't do it.

Stay in your own lane.

A note on authenticity

I waited to post about these because I wanted to be sure they weren't fakes. While DD's fan club did post them on Weibo, I wanted to be doubly sure because of how misleading fakes can be. Especially since there were issues with one of the videos being removed from the YouTube channel (it was later restored).

The release of the Hidden Blade roadshow video on YT confirmed for me that this is highly unlikely to be a fake account. The video uses English captions in the same style as the Chinese ones that appeared on Weibo, which means that whoever added the captions had to have access to the original footage.

The amount of effort someone would have to go to in order to fake that clip, it's unlikely to be fake. They'd have to hunt down all the original clips (if the footage was even ever released previously), edit it precisely and then add captions. Not something I see a faker bothering with.

So while these accounts will likely never be 100% verified, I think we can be reasonably certain of their authenticity.

UPDATE: The Twitter account was a fake, so I think that we need to consider that all of them might be fake because the fan club that shared the Twitter link was the same one that shared the link to the YouTube and Instagram accounts.

Update 2: They are very likely real. I explain why here.

Is Tumblr coming next?

Some people asked me if Yibo-Official will create a Tumblr account. You people are monsters!! 😅 No, please no! The last thing I need to worry about is DD's team reading our clownery here! 😅

Rest assured, this is highly unlikely to ever happen. Tumblr is far too tiny of an audience to make maintaining an account here even remotely worth it. Especially since most of the people here also use the other major international platforms. There would be no point.

EDIT: Follow-up post here.

[fiiniaofficial]

The days - process

I lost some screenshots along the way, but I compiled a few ones that can at least show a partial amount of the process!

In the first sketch draft, I made the character much smaller, but scaled up the sketch part of the more detailed one. He was so tiny so that he would've been barely visible if I had gone with the original idea for it. So the trees look really small in this image because of that.

I apologize to my brother and friends who had to listen to me angrily mumbling about trees. I took forever to figure out a non-strange shape that would keep the circular motion.

I was also incredibly frustrated as I really wanted the cloud on the top to form a circle... but with the size of the trees and Liam, that wasn't possible.

At first I had planned to make the attention grabbing circle, where Liam is standing, a clear sky.

Honestly, the trees and original idea not working out, was definitely for the better in the end. Because I ended up loving the drawn cloudy sundown.

But gosh I spent a solid three hours on drawing the clouds alone.

Once I was done colouring the top of the image, I could finally start on the bottom half. I left that part untouched as I wanted the reflection to be visible on the guitar, it was the part I was the most excited about when planning this out.

Until I actually made a reflection on the guitar, only to see that it wasn't that visible in the first place.

(I loved the red on the guitar, but it took too much attention from Liam who was meant to be the focus.)

There were a few failed attempts at making the grass; before I reached this look:

Focus on the bright center with a dark figure in the middle, having a strong attention grabbing contrast.

The throat of a guitar imitating the shape and colour of a walked down dirt path in the forest.

This was made with the mind of my new TTRPG player group, there will be a story behind this picture for them. For now, a poster for their campaign that they will eventually play in.

I wish I could write out some small secrets that are hidden in this drawing, but those secrets are not meant to be revealed to my players until the end of their campaign. So I cannot write about those cool details in case a player of mine ever looks at this blog.

But maybe I'll remember to repost this in the future to tell about all the secrets for why this looks the way it looks!

Here is with the title of the campaign for those players.

I really really hope that my players will enjoy this, and I an hopeful that they will love it more when I get to explain the secrets hidden in this poster for them.

[araneitela]

🌿 Author portrait. Get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics.

Name/nickname: Manon/Sae (see Lauri, I told you I share it by default) Age: I'll turn 35 only days after summer begins (... in the northern hemisphere that is) Pronouns: She/her Years of writing: I've always written little tidbits throughout life, and most of it in school notebooks. It's not something that I did consistently, but it started roughly around early high school, which is when I was twelve years old. Granted, I also did always, always keep a diary when I was young (one of those with a lock and key and all, I loved I dearly— it was also an extra way of how I was taught about privacy, and how all of us were entitled to it), which held not just writings about my day, but drawings, and thoughts of when I was as young as 5/6. I mourn having lost all of these really, but you can't take many things with you when you move abroad. As for when I started writing on Tumblr? Since 2012, and I started in the Vampire Diaries fandom.

Reflection.

Why did you pick up writing? It was a natural thing to do, because I'd always had this craving to write about things that I didn't know about and wanted to hypothesize on, so I'd write little stories of what life 'might be like one day', for example. But more specifically, I often finished watching films or shows, or concluded a book series, and simply wanted more of it and its characters. I wanted more chapters. And so I dabbled in writing little extensions of scenes that always get cut off too soon, or I'd write things that I knew would surely have occurred in between things, or simply hypothetical situations that made sense within canon. But it always drove me insane how this wouldn't be 'canon', which I think is why I always kept at it, as if I thought that maybe if I did good enough of a job, I could read it as if it was part of the canon itself (though of course I'm not the author so it was unattainable, but I could dream when young!) But maybe that's why I always seem to come back to wanting to be 'canon strict' within my writing. It's to try and do the most justice to peoples' creations in some way? I don't know. I just know authors make me feral, and it's like I want to pay my respect to them for having done that for me.

Do you have any writing routines? I've been thinking about this for a while, because my routines have always kind of changed over the years. But one thing I realized I always do, is that I like to find the instrumental (more often than not) that I'll be writing to, and reread the thread in question until I don't just see the the muse in my head, but hear them, hear their breath, how they sigh, or the way that they're smiling or laughing. If I can't hear any of those fundamental things, then it's difficult to get into writing them. And when that's happened, I kind of... I don't know, automatically envision my muse's current reaction, and condemn them when they show me a glimpse of a reply that's two, or three replies down the line that usually emotionally destroys me.

What's your favorite part about writing? I saw Lottie mention this in her reply, and I kind of want to jump on the bandwagon: being able to get into the headspace of someone who's so vastly different from myself. I've always been intrigued by what I don't know and don't understand, so it's only logical that I ultimately gravitate to those who're so different from myself. I like figuring things out, I like problem-solving, I love research. So while sometimes there may be overlapping commonalities between my muses and myself, it's always relegated to being no more than specific elements.

Three things you like about your writing.

One. This isn't about my writing directly, but it is what ultimately fuels a lot behind it as it's an intricate part of my muse portrayals, so I think that it stills counts: how much my brain will cook and cook on lore and references, without going 'outside' of the realms of what canon gives me. It's the intense need to dissect and understand. And I like to think that it ultimately adds a semblance of realism to my portrayals and thus, hopefully, my writing when I do my best to integrate all of it into, well, the thing that, well, 'presents them to the masses'.

Two. This is a tough and mostly weird one, but I want to mention this because I think being able to do so is a big one in terms of 'self-positivity', I suppose. The fact that I'm able to actually... like my own writing, is something that I like about it. It takes a long time, and I've been out of commission so much in the last 3 years that I don't like a lot of what I write. But when I get back into it, a few replies down the time, I can write something that I'll actually be happy with, or I'll look back at random replies I wrote a month ago, a year ago, and sometimes I go 'you know what, I like this', and I wasn't able to do that when I'd started. But I can do it now, my writing has gotten to a point where sometimes I actually can say that I like it. It's not consistent by any means, and not lately, but I know that I can and will get there.

Three. I like to think that my writing changes a bit voice-wise to fit specific characters, not overly much so, but enough so that I don't tend to struggle or get intimidated by voices. I either take to a certain voice immediately (Tony Stark, Guizhong, Jace Herondale, etc.) or it can take me numerous weeks (Yelan/Kafka, Dorian Pavus, Ezio Auditore), but they all inevitably seem to settle according to my writing partners. So while outward dialogue is always the thing that I struggle with the very most and longest, I think that when it settles, it might be one of my stronger suits.

A question for the next person.

Write a question for the next person to answer. Once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

What do you find the most difficult to write (eg dialogue)? I've always answered one of two things for this in the past, one being dialogue but I'm kind of getting over that nowadays. The other mostly stems from the fact that I have difficulty getting sentences to flow properly, it's the transition of one sentence to another. It's that no matter how much I may speak English out loud conversationally nowadays, it's this mental discrepancy I have between it and my native tongue when it comes to creative writing because I write so differently from how I speak. It's really the thing that'll motivate me to rewrite an entire paragraph sometimes, and also why one reply can take so excessively long. I'll reread and it sounds like one sentence is so far removed from the one that came before it, that I shake my head and redo it. It's quite honestly the bane of my existence. Flow, flow, flow.

New question: When life throws you lemons, and gets you down, does writing become something that you're drawn to as to get you through it, or do you feel like it does the opposite?

Tagged by: @daybreakrising (muah, Lauri! And thank you Aven for making this lil thing) Tagging: @spiderwarden @delusionaid @aventvrina @astrxlfinale and whoever else who wants to do it; feel free to steal it from me and tag me.

[justamethyst3]

Quite the curious jellyfish. Often ostracized by other sea folk for his… many oddities.

Rui’s usually seen by himself, or with his cousin, Mafuyu, or his childhood friends, Emu, Toya, and Mizuki.

He takes a lot of interest in human people and the surface, though that’s too dangerous for anyone (except maybe the sirens and sirens-in-training) to go to. But he certainly wishes he could explore the surface world, or just learn more about human people.

Rui enjoys exploring shipwrecks for treasure or other goods with Emu (whenever she’s allowed out of the castle), though any chance he gets (usually late at night), he’ll sneak off to his mom’s old workshop and attempt to figure out what her notes mean (shh, don’t tell Dad).

If he’s not doing either, he’s probably at home doing his electricity training with his dad, lazing about the house, out with his friends, or tending to his little coral garden in the backyard (which doesn’t really need tending to, but it’s his little place to calm himself and clear his mind when needed).

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Rui's finished, yippee!!!

It feels weird to not render him or anything (although I couldn't resist adding a little color to his face lolol), but his ref sheet is finished now :D

I haven't done the other part of his ref sheet yet, but I'll save that for the end of arc 1 / start of arc 2 (whenever we get there... and if I remember) 👀

(Also, yes, I gave him 12 tentacles to have the RuiKasa number there lolol)

And I hope the way his tentacles are make sense??? I left them color coded to help differentiate them and also left the "guide" for them, but I can try to clarify further if it doesn't make much sense 😅

Next redesign is Mafuyu's, so I'll be starting on that soon-ish hehe

Also want to add that I'm ok with fanart for my AU, if anyone ever wants to draw Rui or the others whenever I get around to doing the rest (as long as it's SFW, ofc) :D

I added a close-up of the color palette without any filters, just in case hehe

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Pls don't repost/reuse/edit

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

DJ WAS A MAN.....OR MAYBE HE WAS.......A DRAGON MAN.....OR MAYBE HE WAS JUST A......DRAGON!!!!

BUT HE WAS STILL----DJJJJJ!!!

(Do people still think about Trogdor? Anyway.)

Reposting now that they're colored. DJ as a dragon! Something I've wanted to do for awhile but couldn't figure out how to get his multi-limbed look to work. I had thought of doing something like the proto drakes in WoW, where the wings are more like the front legs and they have a secondary set of stumpy arms. But today I finally figured it out....FOUR WING-ARMS.

Not...quiiite sure I like the markings. He's basically my mer-DJ but as a dragon. Eh. If I end up doing anything with this I'll probably tweak the design later. :3

The pattern on the underside of his wings resembles spiderwebs, so he's known as a Spider Dragon to his enemies or a Song Dragon to his friends (and to the reader, huehuehue).

His flames are magenta, and even when he's not breathing fire the inside of his mouth often glows to varying degrees. Because I have ignored his glowy mouth for TOO LONG and that is a CRIME.

The Lil' MMs exist in this world as sort of..."lesser" dragons. I hate to call them lesser but I'm not sure what other term to use. But they're still small enough to perch on a human's shoulder. They usually have a pack bond with a larger dragon. It's debated if the larger dragons are keeping the minis as pets or familiars, but as is my usual DJ thinks of them more like siblings, though the exact nature of their relationship has no direct translation to human tongue.

But what of the reader? Dunno quite yet, but they're probably a human. Poooooosssibly with a dragon ancestry they've yet to discover which will allow them to take dragon form from time to time. (A form which would probably be slightly larger than a horse. Bigger than the minis but still much smaller than DJ.) Perhaps this latent dragonblood is what also allows them to speak to DJ, after a time? Because a language barrier of some kind is another semi-requirement for my DJ AUs, ideally in a way that keeps him from having a "human" voice. (Ie, he's mute, or he speaks in an inhuman language that the reader eventually learns to understand.)

I'm amazed the second pic came out better than the first?? The proportions in the second pic are much closer to what I was trying to do, esp with the head and neck. I also usually struggle to draw muzzles when they're open like that.

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

[twotangledsisters]

How do you decide which fics to base fanart on? Does inspiration just hit?

Hello, first, thanks for the ask!

And the answer is... sometimes.

Sometimes I read a fic and inspiration hits hard, such as with The High-Wire! (Probably helped by the presentation of such beautiful stunning visuals through words!!)

Other times I spend a really long time trying to think of the perfect fanart cause I really enjoyed a fic such as with BTK!

And sometimes there's a community event like NDAW, I see fics getting super low notes and just going unappreciated and decide I want to TRY and give as many fics as I can the appreciation they deserve and so I pick out a cute visual from each one and draw four fanarts in a week xD

And sometimes I just enjoy doodling while reading a fic. Although I haven't actually shard any of my fanarts from my sketchbook in a long time. Maybe one day I'll start doing it again but right now I mainly only share fanarts if the author is a friend or a mutual of mine, I fluctuate with how comfortable I am in a fandom and online and right now I'm definitely on the lower side which is why as far as fanarts go it's mainly just been close friends.

But anyways, I do hope that answers your question, thanks a lot for asking! And for anybody looking for some fic recommendations well, there you have a few XD

You can check all the fics on my blog under Fanfic Recs (In Sketchbook Format)

[yeowninefive]

My 2023 Art Retrospective (Part 2)

This is the second part of an already long reflection of my art progress from this year. Click this link to read the first part.

Art output/reception: Not much else to say that was different from 2022, honestly. It's pretty straightforward sequel escalation--I managed to again beat my old records by a pretty significant amount--over eighty unique drawings, which increases to over ninety when including alternate versions...and the count goes even higher (over one-hundreds) when taking another factor into consideration (I'll address it later). I'd also again say that I do get the sentiment of my art being less obscure as it was in the past--I'd say there were a significant boost of interest (in views and/or interactions such as favorites/likes, reblogs/reposts, etc.) with my art in 2023 compared to 2022--with my 2023 art on dA actually showing nearly quadruple the number of favorites and number of views that my art in 2022 received (at least, based on my personal metrics of art with favorites/views above a certain threshold).

This giant amplification of art production is admittedly based on a few real-life scenarios. Overall I can definitely say that certain other hobbies that I like to do (watching films/shows and playing videogames/making Smash Bros. montages) took a major backseat; and that's actually something I'd like to address going into 2024. The question there of course is if I'm at a point where I could keep up my art production without--which is again where my time management comes in. I hope I can make better strides in figuring it out--there have been more than a few times where I've stayed up late working on art that I reasonably could had pushed off for later and went to bed, and spending lots of time on art that I could had spent doing something else. I am of the thought that if push really does come to shove, I'm okay with putting out less art for 2024 if it means I can get back to doing other things.

Another thing I'm thinking about/looking into using more is sticking more towards a fixed/predicting publishing schedule, so I can "stack up/queue" completed artwork and put more time towards other things. Posting art on multiple avenues is also time-consuming (esp. since I like to add tags and descriptions when appropriate), so I'm also thinking about learning how to utilize APIs, if possible, so I can quickly and/or simultaneously post new art to multiple platforms. Speaking of which.

Art platforms: I talked about trying to change strategy with my art platforms with the first-run/second-run approach, I even talking about having tumblr serving as more of a second-run account. Obviously, that didn't really pan out--that much is clear with this site still being the host for my retrospective art rambles, warts and all. I guess I'm just too embedded with this platform to really shift it towards second gear. Maybe I can take steps there by relying more with scheduled art releases.

I talked about expanding my platforms once Twitter started self-immolating under Elon's then-new control, and dA also showing its hand by jumping headfirst into the AI train. (And it goes without saying that tumblr itself, with the contentious choices and decisions taken this year, isn't off the hook with making dumb decisions--though they eventually overextended themselves/shot themselves in the foot and re-adjusted their focus. Which is...some sort of acknowledgement of mistakes, I guess?) I ended up wading into the waters of three new platforms (technically two, one was actually a 2nd take)...and my experience I'd say as a pretty mixed bag, probably leaning more towards negative.

Instagram was the one that I eventually decided to take another stab with, and I'm afraid I didn't get much, if any, value out of it at all. Even when re-entering that platform with my (to-date) most popular works as the focus, I ultimately felt the lack of interest rendered it of minimal value, even as a "second-run" art account; ultimately just having it go dormant. (By the same coin, it doesn't leave me really invested in setting up shop over at Threads--though I feel for anyone looking to swear off Musk-Twitter/X, I would definitely recommend people there as a baseline.) Cohost by the same coin is also pretty empty, but that at least has the argument of being a much smaller platform that is also aiming for a different approach to social media. Nonetheless, I feel like that's a platform I could probably pump the brakes on a bit in terms of use; with few people the wiser. Bluesky to me actually comes out the best out of the new ventures I've tried--namely because it has the most expats from Twitter that I'm familiar with, who I've been able to follow and share their art, and vice-versa. Even with it still lacking features, its growing audience (esp. with it now going public) feels like the ideal "new" platform to keep tabs on.

Between what's now currently five platforms I'm regularly active on (maybe four if I do move cohost towards more of a passive/background role), I don't see myself making any further expansions for 2024. Pillowfort I considered, but hadn't signed up the broad lack of activity, which eventually seemed to come back to haunt the site when they were at risk of shutting down due to lack of profits. They did manage a successful crowdfund, so hopefully that marks a turning point for their fortunes. Newgrounds is also probably the only other platform besides Bluesky that a lot of artists/creatives I follow have set-up shop; though I feel that if I do join Newgrounds, it will be as a replacement for an existing platform I'm already on, and not just another extension (e.g. if Twitter finally collapsed/was shut down/was widely abandoned).

Alternate art label/art blog: So when in art output I talked about an additional factor pushing my art over the triple digits this year? This was the additional factor. Sometime during the summer, I decided to open a new art blog under a new label where I can post art I normally wouldn't post under this label. (Art that to date, isn't explicit --not like I would be able to post such art here anyway-- but is suggestive/mature enough to not be worksafe.) Truth be told, there have are a couple of works on this blog/label that pushed the envelope a bit into that area anyway, and my main blog has historically had such material crop up on an regular--to--irregular basis regardless. In other words, this is a bit of an expected/natural extension.

My current policy is that this blog and my main blog don't really directly draw attention to it outside of a few instances like this one, or even really acknowledge it by name. The most I will say (for anyone curious/looking for it) is that art from that blog occasionally turns up in my main blog, and it (to date) has only featured some of my OCs (and at least one from another creator).

A Decade of Drawing: If you've been following my Twitter account, you may be aware of a long thread I wrote impromptu in response to another creator, with me discussing why I'm not as "big" as a creator that I probably/possible could have been or should had been, which I feel serves as a more self-critical review of my art trajectory over the past ten years. (Long story shortened into bullet points--subject matter, drawing process/frequency, "timing" of when I started drawing, the platforms I posted my art on in question, and commissions/requests. Some of this stuff I've already touched on in this retrospective already.)

However, I would also like to turn things towards more of a positive note by pointing out what I've done then compared to now. I'm still sheepish about stuff like doing art commissions; but I'm still able to occasionally crank out gift art like I do like nobody's business--and I mainly do those purely just for the fun of it. By that coin, although I'm still a (self-prescribed) obscure artist, I know there does exist small group of people on the 'net somewhere (other artists, just online friends, and others) that are honest fans of the stuff I make and continue following my works and ideas, and I don't ever want to lose sight of that.

I feel that I've also really broadened my art direction in trying to replicate multiple art directions and different subjects. I still have yet to really try and reattempt my oldest stuff (environmental artwork/landscapes), but I've also freely bounced around between original character design, fanart, animation, comics, and videogame concepts. Although I've drawn OCs and comics before, I don't really think I've ever really taken seriously writing down ideas for stories/characters and polish/develop them until I started drawing on a regular basis. (This seems a bit premature to boast as an accomplishment, but I really do mean it--it's honestly up to myself to prove it and really start translating the backlog of my concepts.)

I'll finally end things here by putting it into the perspective of this real-life factoid. A lot can change in ten years for the better, and I'd say it's not just my art that has done so. I started this little online art career shortly after I had just graduated from high school, and was getting prepared to start attending college. My first drawing tablet was itself a graduation gift. That was ten years (and an additional extra six-seven months) ago.

At some point in the first month of the new year, my degree (which after an entire decade of trials, tribulations, and setbacks, I was able to finally complete in December) is supposed to arrive in the mail. I'll probably post a little doodle to commemorate the occasion. In a lot of ways, I view 2013 as the end of an age and the dawn of the next; and I feel confident is saying with the end of 2023 and going into 2024, the feelings and sentiments are very much familiar.

....

I think I have finally covered everything that was on my mind. Again, here's an honest thank you to anyone who has stuck around to read the whole thing (so far), and have a Happy New Year's Eve/New Year's Day and a wonderful 2024.

[rileynation]

rules/faq & about me

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I only feel comfortable writing NSFW with fem!reader.

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faq

what do you write about? for now only Call of Duty! I only played Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2. Means I write for Taskforce 141, König, Valeria, Farah, Alejandro and Rudy!

what can i expect from your blog? Drabbles, imagines, headcanons, one-shots, short-fics and MAYBE long-term projects! I will also repost Call of Duty related posts. what can i expect from your writing? My mother tongue is German (hooray to those, who send requests about König!). This means it is possible that errors slip in. I will proofread my writing as best I can!

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about ˗ˏˋme! ´ˎ˗ For reading through the rules and the faq, you get a freshly baked cookie! I am Liz or also Lizzy. I am 20 years old and I will soon study art history! My pronouns are she/her and I am a pisces! Until now, I have mostly written in German. Writing fanfiction has been a big part for me ever since 2014. Most of my work is unpublished (and unfinished) so I thought maybe I could give writing shorter fics a try! I am also an artist and love combining my writings with my art. Writing and drawing is a perfect motivational booster for me, so I try to get the most out of it! Stuff I love: Call of Duty (Duh) The Last of Us Fallout 4 The Sims Attack on Titan Chainsaw Man Little Women Anne with an E Norse Mythology Greek Mythology History

[scorpiobitch95]

Summary: You try convince Walter to love your favorite snack throughout your years together. The best dates are shared over cereal, after all.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: sugary sweet fluff, implied smut — nothing graphic, snarkiness, grumpy Walter to fluffy Walter, cursing, cuteness overload.

Author's Note: I let myself get carried away with this one. I needed grumpy but sweet Walter in my life. I hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

Taglist: @justaboringadult @greensleeves888 @cavillsharman @beck07990 @summersong69 @myloveforhenrycavill @kebabgirl67

Taglist for this fic: @lumiousmoon

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, or claiming any ideas or parts as your own.

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed!

It started when you and Walter were early dating.

💋

“Mmmm, pause. I need a snack.” Uncurling yourself from Walter’s warm body on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen to find something to cure your hunger. You called behind you, “Want anything, Marsh?”

“Whatever you’re having... I’ll have the same.”

“Cereal it is!” You pulled the ceramic bowls from the cabinet and opened the fridge to grab the milk. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Walter’s face scrunch in confusion. “What?”

“Cereal? Absolutely not,” Walter scoffed. “Would you grab me those spicy crisps?”

“Spicy chips, coming right up.” Vernacular was the subject of an ongoing heated debate with the Brit: the great ‘Names for Snacks Debate’ was especially hostile.

Once settled back under the blanket and snuggled into his side once more, you unpaused the movie. The energy in the room shifted, you could sense that you were being watched, but you refused to look up to look at Walter’s face. The judgment coming from the bear of a man who crunched his chips beside you was glaring.

"Stop it," you told him as you kept your eyes on the movie.

Walter didn’t say a word. His eyes traveled back to the TV but kept finding their way back to you.

“Walt, what is it? Is there something on my face?” You giggled at him lightly, unsure of what was bothering him.

“You really chose that for a snack?” His face was bewildered as if you were eating a bowl of Jeep parts.

“What? Don’t tell me you don’t eat cereal as a snack.” He shook his head curtly, wearing a look of disgust. Your eyebrows crinkled together as you followed by asking, “Not even as a quick dinner?”

“Cereal is meant for one time and one place, and that’s sometimes in the mornings for breakfast. That's why they call it breakfast cereal, love. Not dinner cereal, not snack cereal... Do you also eat cereal for lunch?” He was poking fun at you now.

“No, I’m not a heathen, Walter. Here, try a bite, just trust me. It’s amazing as a movie snack.”

His eyes were wide as a grimace was sent in your direction, “You’re crazy — no one does that.”

“Plenty of people do that,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m really not the biggest fan…” Walter sighed and settled further into the couch, preparing for your exasperation that he knew was soon to follow.

“WHAT. Not the biggest fan of cereal? I’m sorry, you were sheltered as a child, weren’t you? There's cereal out there for everyone, Walt. Come on, try it.” You scooped a spoonful of your sugary Cinnamon Toast Crunch and held it to him. He reluctantly obliged your wishes, eating the bite but keeping a look of pain on his face for the entire time he chewed.

"See? Delicious. Ice-cold, crunchy, sweet, perfect." A sugary grin accompanied your playful tone, and Walter shook his head again, exaggerating his distaste for having to chew such an atrocity.

"Mhm. Definitely delicious." Your goofy bear was simmering under the surface of his scouring demeanor, though he stuck his tongue out in mock disgust.

"You're not the biggest fan," you muttered under your breath and rolled your eyes for dramatic effect. "I'll show you."

💋

Standing in the grocery store, you and Walter were having a battle of wits, arguing on the subject of your sweet tooth.

“I’m just trying to show concern for your dental health since you obviously won’t; all that sugar isn’t good for you.” Walter stood stern with his arms crossed, unmoving and solid like a brick wall.

“I appreciate your worry, Dad, but I’m going to keep eating it because I love it. One day, I bet I’ll convince you and you’ll be eating it with me. Plus, my dental health is immaculate, my dentist said so.”

The expression on Walter's face was unwavering as his eyebrows raised in a non-verbal challenge to your declaration.

“I don’t know how you can stand to eat that crap,” he muttered, thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“Oh no, don’t you dare, you grump! I don’t get on you about your snacks, back off mine. ” Despite his unnecessary grouchiness, you placed a hand on his crossed arms and raised up on your toes to give him a soft kiss on his bearded face. “Balance, babe. It’s all about balance.” You dug your way through his arms to find his hands and you drug him a little further down the cereal aisle.

“Come on, grumbly, pick out a cereal you think you might enjoy, for experiment’s sake.”

💋

“Fuck, babe. I’m going to be late, we just got called out on another accident. I am so sorry… I’m not sure when I’ll be home.” Walter had been working a ton lately, and his irritation with just how much he’d been working was starting to show. The two of you had been together for a few months now and had started to grow accustomed to having the other around consistently. You both became out of sorts when you hadn’t seen each other in a while.

“Don’t even worry about it, Walter. Just be careful, please... You should still come over when you’re finished tonight, but no pressure if you’re exhausted.”

“Of course, still need to kiss you goodnight. I can’t sleep if I haven’t.”

Walter Marshall might be a grump, but that grump could make your heart flutter in ways that you’d never felt before. Maybe it was that his sweetness and his charms were completely reserved for you and you alone. His teddy bear nature only appeared when he was near you.  After putting back the ingredients for dinner to save for another night, you went to change into your sweats.

Walter appeared at your front door at 12:30 that night, nearly asleep but still standing strong. You’d dozed off on the couch after his call, but were immediately energized again when you saw his beautiful form standing in your doorway.

“Hello, I’m here to have a very late night date with an incredibly beautiful woman,” Walter said, the gravel in his voice making you shiver. Despite his exhaustion, Walter managed to smile at you with one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen him manage.

You smirked, waving him inside. “Get in here, Bear.”

Walter reached his arms out to you, inviting you into his embrace. Your arms wrapped around his thick torso and you ran your hands up and down his sweater-clad back; he melted into you and burrowed his face into your neck. Walter released an exhaustive exhale. It was heavy and forceful, as though he’d been holding it back behind a stone barricade for the entirety of his day. Warmth flooded your body as his words vibrated from his chest, “Mmm... I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Let’s get you fed. Preferences?”

Still snuggled in your neck, he gave his reply, “Nothing heavy, please. I don’t want to fall asleep at the table. That wouldn’t make for a good date.”

“Oh Walter, we can postpone date night, you need to eat something and get to bed. It’s nearly one,” you observed gently as you leaned your head back to get a better look at his face.

“No. I came here to have a date night. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I need you.” Walter’s warm lips caressed your forehead, placing soft kisses on you. “You think you’re still up for it?”

Nodding at him sweetly, you untangled from his embrace and went to tumble through the fridge, offering out suggestions for food, but he insisted, yet again, that you don’t go to any trouble.

“Okay… you’re going to hate it, but my last option is cereal. Other than that, it’s gonna be random leftovers.” You continued moving containers around in the fridge, taking stock of what you had left from the week before.

“Actually, I think I can handle some cereal.” You whipped your head around incredulously to look and heckle him, but he gruffly interrupted, pointing a finger at you from where he sat at your kitchen table. "Don't. Don't start. It's been a brutal day, and something cold doesn't sound half bad."

You smirked in silence as you turned back and poured your bowls, dancing your hips lightly side to side. Grabbing the candles you had left out for your dinner date, you lit them and placed them gently on the table between the two of you. It was date night, after all.

“Late night cereal date, it is.” Reaching down to caress his chin, you kissed one bearded cheek before sitting beside him. Walter’s lips held a slight curl, softly smiling at your glee.

💋

“Love, snack break?”

The two of you were engaged in an intense game of Scrabble, one of your favorite date-night-in traditions. Nodding your head in Walter’s direction, you continued to study your letters and the board with pure focus until you heard the twinkling sound of cereal hitting ceramic.

Not wanting to draw too much attention, you peeked up from your letter rack to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. Walter was not just making a bowl for you, but he was also making one for himself.

No way.

Walter made his way back to the table with the cereal, and you looked up at him in shock as though you hadn’t already noticed what he’d done.

“What is this? What is this I see? Walter Marshall choosing breakfast cereal as a snack? Why, I just cannot believe it.” Mock-surprise overtook your form as you motioned fake mind-blowing explosions from your head. Walter rolled his eyes.

“I figured If I can learn to like you, I can learn to like cereal.”

“HEY.”

Walter shrugged, retaking his seat at the table.

You squinted your eyes at him as you declared, “You’re going down for that. And I don’t just mean by losing this game.” A wicked grin crossed your face when you played your double score word:

“CHEERIO”

💋

Walter worked a lot of graveyard shifts while you were dating and during your early years of marriage while you worked a normal 8-5. Sometimes the only moments that you could see each other were when he came home from his shift early in the mornings before you started your day or in the evenings when you got home before he left to start his.

One early morning during your engagement, Walt showed up unannounced after a hard few nights at the PD. He was worn down but happy to see you, smiling through his exhaustion. This was the longest you’d been apart in a while; you hadn't seen each other in 4 days. You kissed him, lips attacking his while his arms snaked around you and pulled you tightly to his body. He hadn’t even come into the house yet.

Pulling him inside, your hands reached up to hold his scruffy face as you placed a more gentle kiss on his lips. “Babe, have you had dinner? Let’s get you something to eat… what would you like?”

He unfastened his holster, dropping it on the table by the door. Sinking into a chair, Walter bent over to untie his boots as he answered, “Honestly, anything is fine, just some kind of food.”

“I can cook you something! Why don’t you let me —“

“Sweet, don’t go to any trouble. I just want to see you before you go to work.”

He looked at the table where you had just sat down to a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast before he arrived and pointed lazily to it. “That, I’ll take some,” he said, sleep trying to overtake his form.

Slowly grinning at his statement, you mentioned, "Isn't this technically your dinner time?" Walter wasn’t amused as he tilted his head to look at you as you gasped playfully, “You do realize you're about to eat cereal for dinner, right, Marsh?" Too sleepy to give his verbal rebuttal, he glared at you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly, which was your signal to accept your victory and move on.

Smiling softly back at him, you made your way to pour him a big bowl and made him a cup of piping hot tea to accompany it. Watching his face as he ate, you observed the little creases and purple-gray rings that had formed around his deep ocean-blue eyes. His beard was unkempt and had grown past its normal length just in the few days you’d been apart; you could see this was a new level of exhaustion.

“Tough night?” You asked him, moving your chair closer to him.

He nodded. “Very.” The nights were becoming more strenuous recently. Ever since he had switched to the detective unit, work had been holding him hostage and was taking a toll more than he’d like to admit.

His hand reached over to squeeze the free one lying on your lap. “I’m happy to see you, love.” The hard lines on his face softened as he traced lazy circles on the back of your hand with his calloused thumb. You could see in his eyes that he meant it, that you were his safe space. Walter always was in protection mode, always on alert, even though you tried to keep him at ease when he was with you. He was only really ever at ease once he was home and you were safe in his arms.

The food began to rouse him from sleepiness, and as he gained alertness, Walter’s brow furrowed as he took notice of the cereal box sitting on the dining table. “This is the one we’re eating? I expected you to be eating more of one of those tooth-rotting cereals that you love so much.” He looked over at the box of Honey Bunches of Oats with curiosity and then back at you, lifting what you called his ‘detective eyebrow.’

“This is… surprisingly somewhat better for you? Or at least it acts like it is.”

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad. I only let you believe that I am. It is my breakfast time after all,” you winked at him knowingly.

“Good to know my words are finally starting to sink in. I mean, it’s not that much better for you,” he was reading the box now, “but at least it isn’t borderline fluorescent, like those artificial fruity ones you’re always eating.”

“You know, it’s almost like I expect the hate and just enact my deflection shield every time you walk in the door.” You started giggling, unable to keep a straight face as you threw your arms in front of your face as a shield to his words. “Don’t worry, Walt, my guilty pleasure cereal collection is well-stocked. And quit hating on my Fruity Pebbles.”

💋

Slowly over time, these seemingly random cereal dates became a large foundation for quality time. These dates became like snapshots, each one memorable in its own way.

When you two hadn’t seen each other in days, you caught up over a cold bowl of sugary sweetness. You, telling all the details of your days; him, quietly listening and trying his best to leave his nights behind.

From then on, all it took was knowing you could have a cereal date mixed in the chaos of everyday life. Anytime things got hard or heavy, it was time to have a cereal date. Anytime you had a fight: you both would pause and make a bowl of cereal, sitting across the table from each other so that you could speak your feelings. There weren’t many of the world’s problems, or your own, that couldn’t be solved over sugary cereal and cold milk.

💋

You’d dragged Walter to your shared bed as soon as he’d arrived home, having not seen him for more than a few minutes at a time for the past month. This current case of his was intense and ongoing, but he was finally finished. You knew he was defeated in energy, but you were ovulating and your hormones were raging. Your body craved his touch and the feel of his skin gliding upon your own.

The plan was to go to dinner for a romantic evening since it had been a long while since that had been possible, but as soon as he walked through the door, your feral sexuality washed over you and you jumped into his arms. You clung to him with your face in his neck, taking in his scent and the warmth of his strong arms holding you up. He clung to you just as tightly. There was no complaint from the bear, for he was more than happy to spend the evening spoiling his lover.

Cuddling in the afterglow of your countless orgasms, a storm raged outside as tree limbs slapped at your windows incessantly.

“Wow, it sounds awful out there. I know we were going out, but I think that point is moot now.” You glanced up at Walter, kissing his jaw. “Let’s just cook something easy instead.”

“That sounds great, and we can stay naked.” Walt’s eyebrows danced flirtatiously as he grinned down at you, his hands caressing your warm skin. “I’ll go hunt around so I can keep my woman energized for the night ahead. We are nowhere near done.”

He’d only been gone a minute when a crack of thunder shook the house and the lights went dark. You heard his mumbling coming from the kitchen; he had called in to get a status update from the energy company.

Walking back into the bedroom, Walter, in his naked glory, walked over to where you laid, illuminated only by the candle he held in his hand. Wow, your husband was delicious.

"Power’s out for the whole city. It’ll take hours since this storm doesn’t have an end in sight. Looks like a hot dinner is off the table… and no one will deliver in this weather. I guess we know what’s for dinner." Setting the candle on the nightstand, he crawled back into bed.

Feeling seductive, despite being completely spent from your ravenous love-making mere minutes beforehand, you still hadn’t had your fill of your husband. You bit your lip as you ran your eyes up and down his exquisite body and cheekily replied, “Me, I hope.”

He chuckled lowly, the fangs in his pearly-white smile glinting at you in the candlelight. “You? Yes. I plan to feast on you all night long, kitten. But you’re going to need some sustenance first.” He was hovering over you. You couldn’t help yourself as you reached to run your fingers along his hairy chest and wrapped a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to you.

"Make it a cereal date?" You grinned at him.

“You read my mind.”

💋

“Our child is going to come out looking like the Lucky Charms Leprechaun if you don’t change it up some, love.”

Your cravings were intense. You’d heard several different views from your girlfriends and sisters: some craved random things they never even liked before, and some craved more of the things that they already loved and ate religiously before pregnancy. You fell into the latter. Cereal was your most sought-after snack: a big surprise to no one.

There weren’t many cliche late-night ice cream runs, but there were plenty of cereal and milk runs. Walter was a dutiful dad already, not lecturing you too often on what you wanted; he knew you were doing what you had to for the baby, and you ate healthily enough… aside from the copious amounts of junk cereal.

True to numerous other times in your life, date nights were hard to come by, even still. Sometimes the only dates you and Walter would get were in the wee hours of the morning when you’d wake up with a craving.

Walter was extremely doting, and even though he’d always been a caretaker, he really came into his own when you both learned you were to become parents. He’d crawl from the bed without a word, rummaging in the kitchen to bring you a bowl of your favorite and even bringing a small one for himself. You two would snuggle in the bed and talk. Talk about your baby, about future babies, about the future, about your dreams, all of it. You never knew when you met the grumpy bear that he would become this sweet of a man, always tender with you even when he was rough. Maybe it was the cereal sugar that had sweetened him up, at least you’d like to think so.

💋

Your daughter had been in the world for a little over three weeks, and neither you nor Walter had gotten much sleep since her arrival.

Walter finally got her down to sleep while you watched from the nursery doorway. You hadn’t had a meal together or slept at the same time for more than 10 minutes in weeks.

He was standing over her crib, resting his arms on the side as he watched her sleep. He was infatuated with this tiny human who had completely taken hold of his heart.

“Honey, join me for a date?” Your smile was tired, and as your bear’s exhausted eyes met yours, you wondered if you two shouldn’t just go to bed, but you missed him. You’d barely gotten the chance to praise him for how good of a daddy he was to your little girl.

“Mhm, gladly. Our usual?” He quietly followed you to the living room, where the coffee table had already been set up with the works. Craving the feel of his touch on your skin, you both sat on the couch and you laid your legs across his lap while you enjoyed the serenity of each other’s company.

💋

A chill glided across your skin as you awoke from a dream. You rolled over, reaching your arms out to find your sturdy man, searching for his warmth. Instead, you found cold bedsheets.

Unlike Walter to not be in bed with a furry arm draped over you, you pulled on your robe and went to find him, a slight worry filling your mind.

Surely he would have woken me if he’d had to go in?

As you stepped into the hallway, you heard hushed giggles and whispers coming from the kitchen. You stopped to poke your head into your kids’ rooms. Their beds were empty.

At least it’s Saturday.

Quietly pitter-pattering to your kitchen, you peered your head around the corner to find one of the sweetest sights your eyes had ever seen: your two babes, 8 and 5, were playing a princess board game at the table with your Bear. Cereal by their side, giggles ensued as the sugar hit their systems and they tried their best to keep quiet.

Walter’s deep whisper quietly filled the space. “Shh, girls. We can’t wake Mum, she needs her rest.”

“Can I have more Cap’n Crunch, Daddy?” Your youngest had an insatiable sweet tooth, just like her mama. She was quietly bouncing in her chair and smiling a toothy grin at her daddy.

“You’re just like your mum,” Walter beamed at her, obliging her wishes. “Just a little more, love, then we need to brush our teeth and get back to sleep.”

Not wanting the girls to know that you knew about their secret, you decided to make your way back to bed, but not before catching your husband’s eye as he winked at you and a grin radiated from his face.

Warm tingles filled your body as you silently thanked the universe for Walter and the life that the two of you had built together. Walter was the best dad and husband in the world. How had you gotten so lucky?

💋

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Golden Grahams, love?” Walter called to you from the kitchen.

The movie was selected, the kids were away for the evening sleeping at friend’s houses, and you and Walter were having a much-deserved night in.

You called back to him, “I’m thinking I’m going to skip the cereal? I’m not really feeling it tonight. I will, however, eat the spicy chips. Oh, and grab that dip out of the fridge, will ya?”

“For the last time, they are crisps.” Annoyance was evident by his tone.

“They’re chips, Walter. You’ve lived in the states for how long now? Just give it up already.”

“No fucking way. Wait… You don’t want cereal? Are you feeling alright?” Walter’s head popped into the doorway that connected the kitchen to the living room, his face stern with confusion and concern.

“Ehh, not right now. Yes, I’m fine, Marsh,” you giggled. “Just feeling like something different for once.”

“Well, that’s shocking. I’m just wondering if you’re really my wife.” Giggles continued to flow out of you as he wandered back to where you were seated. He handed you your snack, and plopped on the couch next to you, cuddling into you as you tossed a blanket over both of your bodies. Walter started the movie and began to chow down on the bowl of cereal he’d made for himself. You couldn’t control the smirk that spread across your lips as you watched him out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full of the golden and cinnamon squares. His eyes met yours, questioning you.

“I would just like to point out that I knew I could convince you.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, not sure what you meant. “Convince me of what?”

“That cereal is the best movie snack.”

“I don’t know if I’d say it’s the best…”

“Walt, I’m sitting here with your previous favorite movie snack in my hands, and you totally skipped over it and went for cereal. I’m just saying, I told you so. It’s okay, I’ve known I was right all along, you don’t have to admit it.”

“Hmm.” He growled, mouth full again as he ignored your statement.

“Give me a bite!” You pressed closer to him, reaching for his spoon as he angled his body and cereal away from you.

“Oh no, nice try. You tease, you don’t get any.”

“Fine, grumpy, I’ll go make my own. Keep watching, I’ll be back.”

Shuffling to the kitchen, you proceeded to grab a bowl and make your own, but you found both cereal boxes empty on the counter. Quickly turning to check your special cereal cabinet for a backup box, you discovered you were completely out.

“WALTER! Are you fucking kidding me? We just bought those!” Standing with your arms crossed in the doorway, you glared at Walt as he stared back at you unfazed.

“I hate to break up your gloating, but you created this monster, love. And don’t forget about our two other little monsters who take after you.” His grin was cocky; he knew he’d bested you. Laser beams could have been shooting from your eyes for all you knew. You shook your head in disbelief at the audacity of your husband.

That bastard. That beautiful bastard.

Walter smiled softly at you and motioned for you to rejoin him on the couch. Much to your dismay, your anger at him diffused immediately. “Love, I’ll go buy more first thing in the morning. Here, come and share mine. I’ll be nice… it is date night, after all.”

* I do not own Walter Marshall, Nomis, Night Hunter, or anything related to it.

[your-1up-girl]

A Little Something Different

Pairing: Shu Lyn O'Keefe x F!Reader

Word Count: 4788

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) lingerie, oral (Male receiving), deep throating, dry humping, use of collar/makeshift leash, spanking, light degregation, Dom Shu (is that a warning?), slight OOC for (maybe) cowgirl, slight bondage (kinda? not really), aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Okay time to feed the Shu stans! Um...I don't normally write smut but a friend of mine inspired me to write this and also @inumakilove was a big help in just letting me thrist over this man with her! I hope you all enjoy the fic! Thank you again for the help Haley!

DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, OR RECORD/UPLOAD TO YOUTUBE.

This was a mistake. 

This was a mistake.

This was a COMPLETE mistake!

Those words were the only things going through your head as you hastily walked through the streets. Even though no one else knew what you had in the inconspicuous bag clutched in your hand, you couldn't help but avoid eye contact with the people you passed. It was ridiculous really, you were a grown ass woman for crying out loud. Paying taxes, getting drunk, paying your own damn bills. You can make purchases like this if you wanted to. Right?

"Yes, of course I can!" You whisper yelled to yourself as you waited for a taxi to take you back to your shared home. Honestly you were worried about nothing. You bought the damn items. The lady at the shop was kind enough to help you pick them out. She even went as far to say you would look drop dead gorgeous. 

"If the man you wear this for doesn't appreciate it, then come back here and I'll worship you sweetie." It was a joke and it did give you confidence, but it still wasn't enough to kill all the doubt that plagued your thoughts. But the time for doubt would have to be put on the back burner because the taxi arrived and you had to give the driver your address. 

The sun was setting as you made it to the home, mansion really, you shared with your five friends and boyfriend. That was another thing plaguing your thoughts. You shared a house. THEY'RE GONNA FIGURE IT OUT! God how could you be so stupid! This whole plan hinged on them being none the wiser as you get absolutely railed by Shu. 

Being intimate with Shu wasn't difficult, per day. It's just that. Usually it would just be a soft kind of love making. Nothing too crazy that would result in side eye glances from any of the other boys or from Teuta. Which was nice. If they suspected anything, they either kept their mouths shut out of respect for you or from threats from said scary boyfriend. Going to a motel didn't feel right in this situation. And a hotel would have been too expensive for the night; not to mention how the hell were you supposed to convince your hitman boyfriend to go to a hotel room at night without having him get suspicious?

"We're here, miss." The driver cut through all her panicked thoughts, YN heaved a heavy sigh. After paying, she walked to the gates and to the front door. 

It was a quiet afternoon. Mozu, Limbo and the others sat along the couch watching whatever was on the TV while Teuta edited her next article from her laptop.

"Oh!" She looked up from her screen when she heard you place your keys on the kitchen island. "You were out for a bit, did you find all that you needed."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I did." You made a subtle gesture to the bag you had a death grip on. 

"You were out for hours and all you got to show is one bag?" Crow asked. "That must have been one hell of a shopping trip." Even though he was curious about the item in question, he didn't make an effort to move from the couch. The person who did want to know more was Helavicta the nosy bastard. 

He approached and came too close for your comfort at the moment, "You seem to be grabbing that bag for dear life, what's inside?" He made an effort to peak but you held the bag closer to you and lightly slapped his hand. It wasn't enough to draw the attention of the others but it was enough for him to be a little shocked at your actions. 

He was about to question it but he got a closer look at you. 

Breath was a bit shallow, hands shaking with nerves, and more importantly he noted, eyes wide. Partly with nerves but he could tell there was a type of excitement he could see. That paired with the flush to your skin, it didn't take a genius to guess what was in the bag. 

"Hmmm. I see. Well then." He patted your head and you cringed at the smirk he proudly wore. "I take it that you'd like to go to your room and rest, yes?" You nodded. "And I'm sure you're not hungry and wouldn't like to be disturbed for the rest of the evening?"

"Yes please." He read you like a book. That and how he knew your room was just across the way from Shu's, he was giving you an out. 

He smiled, it was one that said he would be an annoying tease and hold this over your head for a long time. "Hmmm, okay. I'll be sure to let the others know. And you should hurry," Helavicta whispered "You need to get ready, Shu will be home soon."

She couldn't even muster a thank you as her feet moved without her telling them to move. 

Being scot free, you closed the door to Shu's room. Now all you need to do is get ready. You borrow his shower just to give your body a good rinse from being out all day. Your hair actually looked good so you didn't mess with that. Getting out of the shower you dried off and looked at the bag you left on the sink. It's now or never.

Inside the bag was the set of lingerie you bought for the evening. It wasn't something that you'd ever think that Shu would like. He's constantly said he likes his woman to be more mature even before you guys started dating. You remember the drunken conversations you all had about the "ideal partner" but damn it this set was just too cute to pass up. It was a cow lingerie set. The thigh highs had black trimming at the tops with a sheer black ribbon and the main pattern was the black and white cow pint. The set also had a tie on micro bikini top and bottom that barely covered your pussy and breasts. With one wrong move,  would cause them to spill from the flimsy triangle pieces of cloth also adorn with the classic cow pattern. 

But what you thought Shu would love best was black leather choker with an O ring. 

Stilling your nerves, you put on all the pieces and for a brief moment, you were shocked. You looked absolutely sexy and cute! Adorable even, if that was possible. With newfound confidence, you made your way out of the bathroom and onto his bed kneeling and lightly playing with your nipples through the fabric of the top. 

You knew how much he hated it when you started without him but fuck it! You were feeling bold right now. No amount of alcohol could make you feel this powerful. However, as time passed, the minutes felt like hours and you began to fall once more into that well of doubt. 

He'll hate this. He's probably tired and doesn't even wanna do anything right now. What if he laughs at me!

All the different what-if scenarios flooded over your wall of confidence and you panicked. Quickly, you grabbed a pillow and held it over your body. Trying to figure out what to do next you didn't hear the voice or the footsteps coming closer and closer to the door. Not until it opened and Shu stood there in utter shock seeing you on your haunches covering yourself with a pillow did you realize it was far too late to do anything. 

Fuck was all you could think as he continued to stand by the door. A few seconds passed (but to you it felt like a lifetime) before he crossed the threshold of his room, closed the door, and locked it. All the while not taking his eyes off you. 

Clutching the pillow harder you looked down in hopes of just being eaten alive by the sheets beneath you. Slow footsteps approached the bed and only when they stopped did you look up to see Shu's still unreadable expression.

"Um. I-I can explain." You start, pillow being the only form of comfort you saw at the moment, "I know this isn't something we normally…do. But I just thought that it was so cute in the window as I passed the shop. I kept seeing when I went to work and-and I kept thinking about wearing this for you but-," through all your rambling you realized that tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Shu gently reached to hold your face. The sudden touch startled you, but the familiar feeling of his rough, gentle hands calmed you to stop rambling. "What you're wearing," he began, "You got it for me?" Shu licked his lips and did everything in his power to hold back the smirk he wanted to show. 

When you didn't give an answer he leaned in a bit closer. "On your knees, baby." You did as you were told, kneeling on the bed and damn if he didn't just wanna praise you for being such a good girl for him. He reached for the pillow to move the bothersome item out of the way. The grip you had lessened, so he took that as the okay to toss it at the foot of the bed. 

God look at her. 

Shu's mind ran wild at the beauty that kneeled on his bed. The fabric cuts deliciously into the skin of your thighs, hips, and breasts. He swallows thickly as he takes in all that you are. You were a goddess to him even in this lingerie set. It all made his cock jump in his pants. The cherry on top what just how fucking flustered you were at everything. You were refusing to make eye contact with him but you greedly enjoyed the scrutiny at which he took you in. If the way you rubbed your thighs together and how your fingers not-so-subtly grazed over your nipples. 

He forced you to look at him, lifting your chin, "I asked you a question babygirl. You wore this for me?"

You wanted to give a straight answer, but something about the smug smile he failed at keeping down pissed you off just a bit, "Well, obviously I wore it for you. You don't see me parading in this in the living-," before you could finish your snide remake, a large palm made sharp contact with your ass. 

You gasped and Shu took the opportunity to grab the O ring on your neck to pull you closer to him. Your chest was against his and the grip he had on your ass made you squirm.

"You wanna try that again?" A knock on the door caused you to gasp. You tried to move away but Shu held you firmly against him. 

"Shu," It was Helavicta, "I convinced everyone to go out for dinner. We won't be back for a while. I know you're tired so I'll let you stay home."

"Fine." Was all he called out before footsteps retreated. “Now, who did you wear this for?” The hand on your ass inched forward and his long fingers began to graze over your covered pussy and you shuttered. It was an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Shu. His middle finger pushed a bit harder and you gasped out an answer.

“You. I wore it for you, Shu.”

“Hmm.” He hummed and brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was sloppy and greedy. You wrapped your arms around his neck; fingernails grazing the hairs at the nape of his neck. Shu moved his finger away from your covered folds and paused just for a minute to hear you whine into the kiss before he started to grind his clothed cock against you. That whine turned into a desperate moan. His hips moved in controlled, tantalizingly slow waves. Every now and then, the clothed tip would catch between your thighs and rub deeper against you. You panted like a bitch in heat but you couldn’t help it because damn was Shu making you feel all kinds of things right now.

Shu, meanwhile, could only stare at the way you looked, a small smile gracing his face. You were stunning. Panting against his chest, covering your face and the small noises you made. “I wanna hear you baby.” He declared before he ducked his head against your neck so your mouth was right next to his ear. The moans you made now clear as day to him. “Be louder. No one’s home.” He spoke right before latching his lips against your neck to suck, kiss, and lick your skin. 

“Sh-Shu!” His name slipped past your lips as his attack on your neck and pussy didn’t stop. It was too much and you felt one hand spread your legs as his erection pressed further into your cunt. It drove you mad. 

Finally, he stopped. Both of your eyes were blown out with lust and your lips were beautifully swollen. The top, slightly askew and nipples hard from being rubbed against. “Do you want more?” You nodded with a fever and perked up at the implications. He smirked at your reaction, “I know you do, but, I still think you need to earn it.” He encouraged you to leave the bed and kneel on the floor. He reached into his side table drawer and put his hair up with his clips. Standing in front of you, you could see just how prominent his erection was and how there was wet stain where the tip was. 

I got that wet just from some dry humping!

Ignoring your embarrassment, you looked up at Shu as he sat down on the bed, knees spread enough for you to get between.

“Undo the zipper.” There was a pause, it just now struck you how forceful Shu was being with you tonight. It was a change of pace and very much not the norm when you guys had sex but seeing the way he watched you like a wolf hunting its prey. And how his demeanor just oozed this dominating energy, you absolutely didn’t hate it. You were taking too long for his liking however, because he hooked his finger around the ring on your choker and he yanked your face to his erection.

“I won’t ask again.” You made a mental note to test his patience on another night because right now you were focused on the fastest route that got his dick in your pussy. A shaky hand reached for his zipper and slowly undid it as you also grazed your hand against his clothed erection. He helped you a bit, lifting his hips up enough for you to lower his pants just enough. All the while he pushed his fingers in your hair, keeping it out of your face so he could see you clearly. 

Next, your fingertips played with the hem of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Soft touches against his skin, tracing the V lines that disappear into his Kleins. The grip he has on your hair becomes tighter, a warning that he was losing his patience. Hooking your fingers under the elastic, you finally bring the band low enough for his dick to spring out. You lick your lips and admire the delicious cock in front of you. Long, thick, and waiting for you to suck like the most delicious piece of candy. Shu noticed your lack of movement and he realized that you were waiting for him to tell you what to do next. It was such an adorable sight.

He held your cheek in his hand and whispered, “You want my cock?” You replied with a breathy yes and he smirked at your obedience. “Alright babygirl, but you're not allowed to touch yourself. Understand?”

“Okay.” After your response, he let your face go and immediately he felt those plush lips he craved kiss the tip of his dick. He felt your hands find purchase on his inner thighs to keep them spread as you made slow kisses down his erection. Your lips then kissed his balls and you looked right at him as you gave them a hard suck while one hand played with the tip of his cock. Even if Shu did his best to keep it together, only producing a soft sigh and leaning his head back, his body betrayed him as his hips bucked ever so slightly and you felt his cock released a bit of precum from your actions. You released his balls and licked your way back to the tip, taking it into your mouth and moving one hand to grip his base and give it a light squeeze. That intandum with the sucking and your doe eyes looking at him, Shu was in paradise. He gripped your hair and encouraged you to take him deeper. Doing as you were told, you hollow your cheeks and took him as much as you could; using your hand to jerk off what you couldn’t fit. But that didn’t seem enough for him.

“I know you can do it baby.” He praised you and brought his hips up and pushed the rest of himself in your mouth. It made you gag for a second before your relaxed your jaw. Your tongue felt the heft of his cock and how it twitched when it hit the back of your throat. With a mind of its own, your tongue began to lick around what it could. A moan broke through and caused a sensual vibration on his member. 

“Fuck, you take me so well in your mouth.” Shu threw his head back and led your head up and down his length. Both hands now found homes in your hair as he didn’t stop the slow movements. Drool fell down with your chin. One hand began to fondle his balls again. Using your nails to scrape against his sensitive skin. It was driving him fucking crazy and making you so wet you could feel it drip on your inner thighs. So lost in the heat of the moment, you forget his one rule. One hand made its way to your pussy and you began to rub and play with your folds. You pushed the bikini bottom to the side to get better access to your clit and began to barely push your fingers between your folds.  

Your pleasure didn’t last long because with a yank, you were forced off Shu’s dick and you started a coughing fit. Once you stopped, Shu grabbed the hand that was just on your pussy by the wrist and hooked his fingers through the ring to make you look up at him. The glare he gave you was one of a disappointed master. It was hot as hell and you rubbed your thighs together at how desperately you craved him between your legs. 

“What were you just doing?” His voice was low, dripping with lust, what you didn’t know was that he was glad you disobeyed the one rule.

“I was playing with my pussy.” He let go of the ring and gripped your face.

“You were playing with yourself after I told you not to.” He reconfirmed and you said a soft “I’m sorry'' before he tsked, “And to think I was praising you for sucking my dick so well. I was going to even reward you. You wanted me to fuck you the way you like it right?” You nodded, “You said yes but you finger yourself? Do you really think that your fingers are better than my cock?”

“No Shu I just-I needed it—”

“You were so fucking horny that you just had to finger fuck yourself? You want to come that badly needy girl?” Shu didn’t bother to wait for a response before pulling you off the ground and on to the bed. You laid on your stomach and Shu gave you a tender kiss behind your ear after moving your hair. “You okay?” It was a break in the moment but it made your heart swell to know that even though he could tell you absolutely were enjoying this, he still wanted to check in with you.

“Yes I’m fine.” He hummed. Taking his pants and boxer briefs all the way down he went to grab something from his dresser. A black tie is what he brought back and with it, he tied your arms together behind your back. 

“Shu?”

“Too tight?”

With a tug, you tested the tie. It was enough to keep your arms down without hurting you, “It’s fine.”

“Good.” He spanked your ass. You lurched forward gasping and moaning into the pain. You sunk your cheek into the bedsheets while Shu rubbed your ass. He helped you on the bed so you could face him. He began to take off his clothes while keeping eye contact. The red tie he kept loose on his vest was ripped off his person and looped through the O ring around your neck. Then, he removed the gray vest and tossed it somewhere among the rest of his clothes. The white button up was undone but it was left on. 

Shu joined you on the bed, grabbing on the red tie he brought you to him to kiss you fiercely. It was so passionate and lustful you thought you could melt into his lips. His tongue entered your mouth craving to dominate you more. The closeness of your bodies was enough for you to feel his full mast erection against your stomach. You craved to have it being either forced down your throat or deep into your fluttering cunt. He took a deep breath and teeth clashed from the intensity of it all. When he finally pulled away, there was a string of saliva connecting your tongues. What he did next shocked you. Normally at this point, he would lay you down. Either on your back or stomach and have his way with you, but this time, it was him who laid down on the bed. Shu recognized the confused expression and chuckled.

“Confused?” You could only blink, “Well, since my needy girl wants to fuck herself so badly, you can do it yourself.” He grabbed his dick staring at you with a smirk on his lips and slowly rubbing himself up and down. You were at a loss of words but at this point, you needed him inside of you. Hesitantly, you did your best to arrange yourself to straddle him, with his help. Shu moved your cow panties to the side and reached out for the red tie.

After what felt like forever, you finally sank yourself down onto Shu’s cock. 

“Fuuuuuck!” You nearly came just from the penetration. Walls fluttering against his twitching length both of you needed to catch your breaths. Despite the iron will he had, Shu wouldn’t deny that he was a bit sensitive as well. Your head was thrown back because he felt bigger than normal. Maybe you were sensitive, but his cock fit perfectly, filling you so nicely and the tip just kissing against your cervix. “Shu! Shu!” Already calling out his name without movement, it was pathetic really. But you didn’t care.

A tug against your neck brought your tear filled eyes back to the man below you, “Go on then, ride. Give me a show.” On shaky legs, you brought yourself up, a hiss left your lips to feel every vein against your lower lips. And with a heavy slam, you brought yourself down and you screamed. 

“GOD SHU!” 

Shu held back a groan, he expected you to go slow, not slam down so fast. He watched as you got lost in the movements of riding his thick cock. Your breasts bouncing in the triangle bikini top. The face you had was one of pure bliss. Incoherent praises and moans fell from your mouth. 

It felt like heaven, the only thing on your mind was feeling him plunge into you by your own doing. A sheen of sweat formed on your skin reflecting the moonlight that shone through the window of the night. Shu spanked your ass, a small encouragement followed by Keep going baby, you look so good. Keep bouncing.

“God! I-I don’t want to stop!” Exclaimed through the breaths and pants of your ecstasy, you couldn’t let up with the fast pace you started. You leaned forward and times, and you leaned back to feel the different angles his cock could pierce your insides. You were so sensitive with the need to cum that you could feel every ridge and curve of his cock as you fucked yourself on him.

Shu told you to give him a show, and damn if you didn’t deliver. You rode him with the intention of getting off; if the way you creamed his cock was any proof of that. He could tell you were chasing your high, maybe going too fast. 

Shu called out your name, both out of bliss and out of warning for you. He tugged and with a final plunge he felt your walls flutter and you screamed. You came so hard, your body almost fell on top of him. He caught you. A hand in your hair rubbing you softly. You panted heavily against his chest as he gave you small praises. He undid the tie on your arms and you wrapped them around his neck.

“You looked so beautiful, baby.” He kissed your forehead as you whined. Shu’s eyes went wide and he gasped when he felt you grind against his still prominent erection. “Hey you just came maybe-”

“No!” You whined, “I-I still want more.” You grabbed his face and gave him a hungry kiss. You moaned into the action and continued to grind in his lap despite your sensitive pussy begging for mercy. When the kiss finished you looked into his eyes and pouted, “Please?” You bounced in his lap, “Please fuck me Shu.”

At your request he thrusted into you and held you tighter as you gasped at the sudden action. He propositioned him to be in control and began to piston himself into you. “God. You really are a needy girl, fuck.” You held onto him as he wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, his stamina was better than yours and his ability to calm down so he wouldn’t come was a talent in its own right. 

Shu’s breaths and moans filled your ears along with the wet slapping of skin and you knew that neither party could take it for much longer. 

“Where? Tell me baby, where?”

“Inside, fuck please please please come inside me!” He reached between you to rub your clit fast and you squeezed his cock and came hard for a second time that night. A few more deep thrusts was all it took before he bottomed out and released, painting your warm walls. As this happened, Shu gave a low yet loud moan into your ear. 

Neither of you wanted to move and you let his dick get soft inside you before he pulled out, his cum following after. 

Shu laid you down and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He said before he left to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and by then, you had regained a sense of self and could acknowledge your surroundings. 

“I love you too.” He smiled, wiping his cum from your pussy. You jolted slightly at the wet cloth and Shu used another cloth to wipe some sweat from your body. After, he sat you up to remove the top, bottom, thigh highs, and collar and gave you one of his old shirts for you to be comfortable in. You helped remove the top layer of bedding and layed in the fresh ones underneath. It was silent for a few seconds before you sheepishly spoke up. 

“Did…Did you have fun?”

Shu chuckled, “Fun? I guess that’s one word to describe what we just did. Yeah, I had fun.”

You snuggled closer to him a smile gracing your features at his comment.

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?”

“Hmmm? No, you weren’t, I actually really enjoyed seeing that side of you. If anything…you could be more rough with me if you’d like?”

“Really?” He looked at you to see if you were joking, but the excited little nod you gave told him everything. “Good, because next time,” He held you closer to him so his lip grazed the shell of your ear, “I want to get a proper leash for that collar of yours.”

[sirpseudonymphoapish]

Decided to make a more official info post about myself and my stuff here, so here we go!!

SirPseudoPhoapish's introduction!

Hello! my name is SirPseudoPhoapish! And i welcome you to my tumblr page :) i am relatively new to tumblr so i may not know everything about this app, and will appreciate help on little tips and tricks if u have any :)

let's get started with

Nicknames

because im sure "SirPseudoPhoapish" is a mouthful.

You can call me by any of the following:

Phoa

Phoapy

Phoapish

Pseudo

Pseudonym

Sir.PP

Phish

Nebu

Noddle

Chip

and more if you would like to make your own! :D

Pronouns

I'm still figuring out pronouns, and so I'll update this if it becomes more official. but for now, im fine with any pronouns! use whatever you think fits me :)

I also like xey/xem pronouns!

Basic Information

Here's some basic info about me :)

I am a minor! i won't state what exact age for privacy and safety purposes but i am under 18.

I live in the Pacific Timezone in the USA

I am from a few other social medias! You will most likely know me from Instagram! (i will most likely be more active there, and you can find me by the same username!)

I am 100% okay with content containing NSFW!

But i please ask that you only share NSFW content with me if you are a minor! Because i myself am a minor, i don't want to engage sexually with adults. so please keep that in mind!

I am American / Italian and only speak English!

I am Queer! (probably cis? but i sexually go under the multisexual spectrum. bi, omni, abro, etc :)

I am okay with interacting with anyone of any age! whether you are a young minor, an older minor, or an adult, im willing to be friends with anyone and everyone! (but again! keep in mind my rule for nsfw content with adults)

If i think of more later i will add more! but lets move on to more categorized information!

My Art

Im ganna go over some things with my art!

First off, the digital art program i use is IbisPaint X on my phone! i use pretty much only custom brushes created by myself! (im not too comfortable sharing my custom brushes with others. maybe if you are a close friend!)

With Traditional art, i mostly use studio series markers and caliart markers! caliart markers are some of the best alcohol markers I've ever used and i highly recommend getting some for yourself!

Most of my digital artwork takes usually under an hour and a half to complete, sometimes it goes over 2 hours. but most of the time its an hour or less.

Traditional art,,, im not sure. i don't usually time myself or pay attention to the time when drawing!

Im a pretty much self taught artist? i consider myself one at least!

Here are some rules about using my art and etc!

I don't do commissions! i might if ur a close friend, but i often lose the motivation to complete art when i do commissions, and i also have no way to currently collect money for commissions either. very sorry!

I don't often do art collabs or art trades either, but i might!! :)

Please, do not use my artwork anywhere without asking me first!

If you're going to use my art for anything, whether it be a pfp or a profile banner, something for a fanfic you're writing, decoration for a chat on amino or discord and etc, just a repost in general, and ETC, PLEASE ASK ME FIRST! don't be afraid to ask! im most likely going to say yes anyways, but i want to be able to know that my artwork is being used!

Furthermore,

if you DO use my artwork somewhere, please credit me! and if possible, share a link to my profile with the credit so others can easily find me!

Do not steal, or trace my artwork either. please.

if you wanna trace my artwork as like, anatomy practice or something? then fine, but don't post it if it's traced! if you must, again, properly credit me.

If you think someone had stolen my art, please contact me about it and help me do what we can to solve the problem!

also, please don't be my friend just so you can get free artwork and then leave! it's very rude :(

DNI list

DNI means "Do Not Interact"

This is a list of categories of people that i do NOT want interacting with me!!

Please DNI if you are any of the following:

Homophobic/Transphobic to any scale. (this includes people who are lesbophobic, biphobic and/or panphobic, people who discriminate against asexuals or aromantics, people who discriminate against xenogenders and neopronouns, etc!!)

Racist

Sexist

PROSHIP. (Proship means supporting content that contains stuff like Incest, Pedophilia, Sexual Harassment/Rape, and generally just morally wrong content.)

ZOOPHILES. (people who are sexually attracted to animals other than humans.)

Lolicons/Shoutacons (The sexualization of characters that either look, act, or ARE young children.)

Pro-Life (people who argue that abortion is bad no matter what and claim that it's murder and should never be done under any circumstance)

Pro-Trump (people who support President Trump)

MAPS (minor attracted person(s), aka, a pedophile.)

This falls under the proship category, but people who ship anything under the line of Fontcest, Dreammare, Frans, Whatever the fuck the ship name for asriel x toriel is, any of that, dni

I will add more later when i think of more!!

Triggers

things that make me very uncomfortable

Detailed talk about pregnancy and the uterus. (idk why but it makes me squirmy)

Needles, usually descriptive talk about needles. (some instances i may be okay, but for the most part this also makes me very squirmy.)

Arguments/fights. i will feel very scared and uncomfortable if i witness anyone fighting. (in fictional scenarios, like characters fighting, i am okay with that! i just mean irl)

Audios of people screaming or yelling, especially in fighting ways. (for example, that one meme where that girl is singing that apple bottom jeans song and then her mom pops in asking if she slept with her teacher. that meme has a lot of yelling in it and i hate it)

Again, I'll add more if any more pop up!

Fandoms

that i am in!

Undertale AUs! (this is my biggest fandom!)

Deltarune

Baldis Basics in Education and Learning

Solar Opposites

The Arcana

My Little Pony (friendship is magic)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Gravity Falls

cookie run (kingdom)

Friday Night Funkin

Tankmen

Cuphead

Helluva Boss (and Hazbin Hotel)

psychonauts

sonic

and more! suddenly i went braindead when trying to think of all my fandoms

Oh! i also enjoy rarepairs! (ships that aren't very popular in a fandom) (ESPECIALLY IN UNDERTALE AUS) not in all cases, but i love making headcanons or ships that aren't popular :)

The End?

I've had this post saved as a draft for a while now because i simply lost the motivation to finish it. i still don't have motivation! so im just ganna post it now and add more stuff if i feel the need too :) if you have any questions just ask me!

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy what i have to share!

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Sorry guys, I haven't been in the mood to write (or do anything really) these past few days, but i promise once i do i'll make up for it ♡ In the meantime an anon asked for this old mafia boss! Tony drabble that got lost in the snap, so here's the repost:

"Where is he?" the man snarls, rumbling bellow of rage resounding throughout the room, masking even the deafening slam of the door thrown against its hinges. Striding up to one of his men, the mafia boss fists harshly at the quivering fool's collar, murderous eyes burning into deathly frightened ones. God, what a coward-- with the sparks of anger alive in his blood, Tony has to resist the overwhelming urge to swing his fist into the guy's nose just for the fun of it, he's so goddamn pissed. Fortunately for the man however, he has something far more urgent to tend to at the moment. "Where's the fucking brat? Where is he?"

Evidently too terrified to even speak, his mobster points over to the large oak table at the far corner of the room; and sure enough that's where little minx lounges, at the very head of the table and sprawled on Tony's chair no less, in a tangled mess of gangly limbs. Gritting his teeth so forcefully Tony hears it in his ears, he shoves the man away from him; stalks over to the unknowing boy in steady strides across the room, his men scurrying out of the way for fear of facing the wrath of the Mafia Boss and his notorious outbursts of anger. And yet, the very prey he corners now still remains unwary-- the sole low-hanging lamp above the table shines dimly onto the seated figure, yellow hue spilling over those long bare legs, propped up ever so casually on the table; attached to Peter, who's tapping away at his phone and looking, for all intents an purposes, wrecked. The tight-fitting clothes he always dons rumpled beyond recognition and clearly had been torn off his body; normally porcelain pale skin now littered with bruises unmistakable of teeth marks and finger imprints.

"You fucking whore," Tony spits, fury boiling in his veins and making his limbs tremor as he advances upon the boy, reaching down to grab at a skinny wrist and twist it cruelly. Startling with surprise, Peter nearly drops the little device in his hand; then seemingly collects his bearings not a second after, tensed muscles loosening as he glances up almost boredly up at the older man. There's a piece of candy in his mouth, Tony realises only now-- Peter rolls the translucent pink ball around his tongue, sliding it halfway out between those plump, slick lips of his.

"Hi daddy," Peter says mildly in greeting, voice lilted naturally sweet and marginally raspier than usual. Tony's grip on his wrist tightens even harder; relishing darkly at the wince of pain this draws from the boy.

"Don't you dare 'hi daddy' me," Tony hisses. "You don't get to say that after what you did earlier, you fucking brat."

"I don't know what you're talking about," is the reply, delivered softly and laced with innocence that could almost be believable if Tony hadn't known any better, hadn't dealt with his boy's antics for this long.

"Is that so? Because from what I've heard you sure knew what you were doing in that back alley just hours ago-- especially when you humped Mr Strange like a horny little bitch in heat," the older man spits hatefully, fit of rage threatening to overtake him yet again just from saying those words. "The moans you made were so loud, know that? So desperate and shrill my men thought a cheap harlot was being fucked there; but no, it was just you, though I wouldn't say there's much of a difference."

Even the well practiced mask of impassivity on Peter's face wavers at those humiliatingly stinging words, slipping away as the boy's face flushes with obvious mortification; the very tips of his ears burning red, he glares down wordlessly at the concrete floor. "What's wrong? Little slut can't even defend himself now, huh?" Tony chuckles cruelly. "Just as I had thought... you're nothing more than a pitiable fuck, constantly begging for something to fill that greedy hole of yours."

That strikes a nerve in Peter; he sets his jaw, chin raising in palpable defiance as he fires back, "Yeah? Maybe I was just tired of you not giving me what I need. At least Stephen knows how to fuck me right-- he satisfied me more than you ever have."

The whole room falls silent. Tony inhales sharply, livid anger boiling in his veins; tense apprehension hangs heavy in the air, even his men seemingly frozen with dread of what was about to happen next. Peter, to his credit, appears to quicky realise his mistake-- the challenge lit in his eyes melting away to dawning horror, regretful fright flashing across his paled features as he fully internalizes the words he had spoken to the dangerously unpredictable man. "I--"

Tony doesn't give him the chance to finish, hand diving into his side pocket of his slacks even as his vision turns red. Curling his fingers around the familiar smooth metal that is the handle of his hand gun, he slides it out and points it straight at Peter in one fluid movement. Glassy brown eyes widen with panic; all other emotions on the boy's face blanching to one of distinct fear as he flinches away from the aimed weapon.

"Now now, you're just hurting your old man's feelings... what am I going to do with you?" Sighing heavily, Tony tuts condescendingly down at the trembling boy, pursing his lips as though in deep thought. "'Cause we both know that what you said isn't true, don't we? I would say that all those times I fucked you so hard you were a sobbing, incoherent mess is more than enough evidence for just how much I can satisfy a bratty slut." The Mob Boss slides the tip of gun across Peter's quivering bottom lip, traces along red-rimmed eyes up to brush away the curled tendril of sweat matted hair almost lovingly. Peter shivers fearfully under him the whole time; breaths falling erratically from his parted mouth. "Look at me," Tony grits out, nudging his gun threateningly against the boy's forehead-- when his command is blatantly ignored, Tony feels the last frays of self-control snapping, torrent of anger surging forth.

The room reverberates with the sharp ringing from the barrel of Tony's gun colliding across Peter's cheek, slapping him so violently the boy cries out in pain. "I said, look at me when I'm fucking talking to you, bitch," the older man spits coldly, simmering anger giving way to the perverse feeling of pleasure rushing through his body as he stares down at the boy's cheek, the blooming mark of crimson red the unforgiving metal had left behind stark against the pale skin there. Finally the brat listens, he observes with satisfaction--peering up at him through tear-clumped lashes, Peter's hunched shoulders now tremble with sobs; regardless he obeys, honey-sweet eyes blinking away shining tears-- he should have known a little rough treatment was all the brat needed all along.

"You're very pretty when you cry, you know that?" Tony purrs softly. "I could never get tired of those huge doe eyes of yours, so sweet for me when you want to be..." Sliding the gun down tear-streaked cheeks to hook under and lift Peter's chin, he examines the boy's angelic face with a dark, hungry gaze. "But just being my little slut doesn't mean I can allow such naughty behavior, princess. You know daddy doesn't like it when you disobey him."

"I-I know, 'm sorry," Peter whimpers, sniffling ever so sweetly; Tony watches a falling teardrop with sick fascination, the beginnings of arousal stirring deep in him at the sight. "I'm sorry daddy, I, I promise I'll never do it again-- just, please," the boy's face crumples, bottom lip wobbling as though to stifle a sob.

"Oh, of course not. I bet you wouldn't," the Mafia Boss coos. "After all, this is just what you've wanted all along isn't it? Daddy wasn't paying enough attention to his princess. Well, you've certainly got it now." With that, he cocks the barrel of his gun-- pushes the tip of it into Peter's mouth, forcing those obscenely plush pink lips open and gagging the boy's cry. "Shh, it's okay. You can't expect me not to punish you after that stunt you pulled and all that bratty attitude, do you baby? You know what they say, give a whore too much freedom and they forget their place."

Peter stares up at him, fear etched clearly onto his face; his chest rises and falls in staccato with hitched breaths, drool beginning to dribble past his stretched lips and coating the metal. Tony slides his gun deeper into his baby boy's small mouth, pulls it out wetly; fabricating a thrusting motion. "All this, just because you needed daddy to fuck you. Could have saved both of us to trouble if you just asked me, princess-- I'd have ruined you the way you wanted." Lips splitting into an almost wolfish grin, the man finally removes his now spit-slick gun fully from Peter's mouth. "Now, let's go to my room, hmm? I'll make you obey your daddy."

With that, Tony straightens and turns to stride towards his office; not having to look back to be sure Peter is hot on his heels-- free hand moving to unbuckle his belt as he prepares to teach his baby brat a lesson he won't forget.

[voidlitmoon]

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