#BEAKS ARE SO HARD TO DRAW
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BIRBS!!
Love me a good crossover~â
#v_mc#indigo park#indigo park fanart#mollie macaw#indigo park mollie macaw#mollie macaw fanart#uty martlet#uty#undertale yellow fanart#undertale yellow#uty fanart#yeah idk how to render#BEAKS ARE SO HARD TO DRAW
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Lil Kallamar doodle
#trying to figure out how I wanna draw him#his ingame design is great but itâs so hard to draw#especially in side profile#I DID wanna give him a beak originally but it felt too different#I still want him to at least be recognisable#so Iâve got this so far!#coolcatbeans#possly art#cotl#cult of the lamb#cotl Kallamar
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This is a love story.
#slay the princess#stp#my art#black tabby games#a rare traditional piece on tumblr!#oh my god abby drawing a single page has given me so much respect for you#this started as a celebration of the cannon beak and Iâm crying how did she draw thousands of frames this is so hard
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I love your Undertale and UTY art! Can we see Martlet and Clover please?
Daaw, thank you so much! And sure thing, here you go!
#Im not good at drawing birds so this was actually a fun exercise!#a moment of silence to pay tribute to the only reason why I know how to kinda draw beaks: Ducktales 2017#that show honestly slapped so hard I miss it everyday#myart#undertale#undertale yellow#uty#martlet#martlet uty#clover uty
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:o are we allowed to ask about Mr Beak?? Because I have been dying to but I figured it was for Future Rambles so I've been holding back.
Especially because both you and Link drew Grian with his wings out, no cloak, and Grian actually using his wings for a smol hug in your bit.
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yes you're allowed! it is for future rambles, but we made a concession if you promise you'll still read the rambles as well when they come out! :D
mr beak gets acquired in vex arc, part titled "a night for living". let me take you through Never Before Seen basics! just a quick little rundown :3
grian and scar get accepted adopted into a vex commune! which is a pretty safe place considering that it's full of vexes who are seen as warriors. it's settled in the forest, in what used to be a hunting village. (it was taken over.)
now i won't say exactly how things go, but- there's definitely an adjustment period! especially since grian is an avian in a place filled with only vexes, and scar is... well, not a typical vex!
but they settle in. and they start to tentatively have some security. their own walls, and a bed! there's a LOT to say about the whole vex arc, and i can very easily be swayed, but i'll skip to mr beak. (under the cut because this is getting rambly <3 expect RP snippets too)
there's a big night at the vex commune, one they meticulously prepare for. make sure there's no hunters anywhere nearby, brew homemade alcohol, etc. they make a huge bonfire, set up various games (prizes are mostly more alcohol, lol. special bottles of types from rare fruits and stuff, with a strip of fabric/ribbon tied to them to mark them as the victory bottles) and just... go wild!
it's during this night when scar and grian challenge two other vexes (frens???? đ) to a game of (drunk) archery. scar pretends he can barely hold a bow. it's very funny when he shoots a bulls eye, trust me.
scar kind of jokingly asks if there are other prizes - like big stuffed bears, for example. and once he wins, the best out of three shots, he again jokingly says he'll take the bear as his prize. and grian joins in, asking for the bear!
(mini rp bit!!)
Excitedly and triumphantly, Scar loops his arms around Grian as well, lower and more securely wound, and lifts, spinning him around like a loon just because he wants to and he can. âThe man wants a bear!!â he announces to the world, boisterous and goofy.
anywayyy... yeah, no, the vexes don't have a stuffed bear. but there's an idea. and someone digs out a discarded plush from somewhere.
it's a chicken.
kane is meant to hand it over, but... he's very hesitant. and he wouldn't be if it was a couple of weeks ago, but! he's been learning! about avians and things that upset grian. about how sensitive he is about other birds or bird-like things.
uncharacteristically hesitant, he calls scar over first, trusting scar's judgement on these things much more than himself.
aaand. what if i throw more rp snippets at u? đđđđ (1,7k words because my hand slippedâ enjoy :D)
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SCAR
Kane waits until he's sure Scar's body and wings block Grian's view, and then he tentatively unfurls his own wing, showing the worn plush toy in his arms: a pale brown chicken, a little clumpy, but soft-looking. Squishable. "We have... this," he presents, a bit flatly, waiting for reaction.
Itâs unfortunate, really, because in any other circumstance Scar would not hesitate to give the awkward little chicken to Grian. Itâs so adorably lumpy, and he wants to squeeze it immediately.Â
ButâŠÂ
âLet me see,â Scar says, taking it from Kane. He appreciates the hesitance now. Despite claiming victory during their previous dispute over insensitivity, Kane clearly cares to get this right, and it warms Scarâs heart to no end.
Kane keeps the doll hidden as he passes it over to Scar, who analyzes it carefully, squeezing at the center and feeling the material. Itâs soft, not at all feathered, and the insides seem to be cotton, possibly with beads interspersed for weightiness.Â
But itâs still a bird.
Scar looks to meet Kaneâs gaze, both of them uncertain, but Scar sighs and offers a weak smile. âYouâre a good man, Kane,â Scar declares, nodding appreciatively at him.Â
Ultimately, it should be up to Grian if he wants this. Scar can look out for potential triggers, but itâs not his place to decide for him.Â
Scar canât protect him from everything. Shouldnât either.
(Plus, it is cute. Scar hopes that fact overwrites any potential anxieties.)
Scar turns around, offering the plushie over to Grian with that same timid smile. âWhat do you think, G?â
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GRIAN
nico's murmuring things to grian, praising his and scar's aim, wanting to know where they've learned to shoot like that. it distracts grian sufficiently, thrown off and glancing at the targets where someone was collecting their arrows now so they could keep playing.
"we... had a lot of practice," grian replies, unsure how to phrase it any better. to say that they didn't need to worry about running out of arrowsâor livesâever was something too bewildering to put out there. "it's just been a while," he adds, grimacing at where a vex was trying to climb a tree to reach the arrow grian shot first.Â
nico laughs, amused but bright and kind. "well, you know. as long as you don't lose the arrows, you guys can come here and shoot at the targets anytime."
grian perks up at that, but before he can answer, scar's turning to him and offering something to him.
grian's gaze lands on the bird-like heap in scar's hands, and his head short-circuits.
bird.
it's a bird.
memories of [REDACTED] slam into him, and he swallows thickly, rebooting.Â
a bird.
this world doesn't have birds. but here one is, silly-looking and soft, offered to grian to hold. (to cherish. to protect. to keep.)
with gaze solidly focused on the toy, grian hears himself try to joke. "i think that's not a bear."
kane huffs, although there's something tentatively relieved in the sound, possibly at the lack of a more outward freak out on grian's part. "i told you we don't have bears."
grian's only half-listening. his chest feels askew and tingly, wings semi flared out, but he's taking a step forward and reaching out his hands for the plushie.
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SCAR
Scar is about to say they donât have to take it. They could easily accept one of the prize bottles. He could even make a show of tying the decorative ribbon on one of Grianâs fingers as a silly romantic callback.
But Grian is reaching out and Scar doesnât have it in his heart to deny him. He offers the toy to him gingerly, still nervous, but willing.Â
âNot a bear, but⊠look at its little beard!â Scar tries, letting his index finger fiddle with the red tufts of fabric as he pulls away. ââŠdo you like it?â
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GRIAN
wordlessly, grian takes it, holds it out, feels its weight settle in his hands. his fingers squeeze lightly, testing it out, feeling its softness. (it's not made of feathers. not feathers.)
some tightly held knot in grian's chest unspools, and he finds himself laughing a little unsteadily at scar's silly gesture.
his hands flap the chicken's wings, and unthinkingly, grian's own wings mirror the motion. there's a part of grian's brain that's happy at this, already growing attached, and it's probably weird, for a toy to trigger instincts that whisper flock against the nape of his neck, but the affection and protectiveness rise up in him anyway.
he pulls the chicken tightly to his chest, his gaze flicking up, meeting first scar's eyes and then swivelling to kane's. "... i can keep this?" he asks, a bit shyly, even as his hold signals that he would not let go even if he was told no.
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SCAR
Scarâs heart swells again at the sight of Grian flapping the dollâs little wings, and gosh itâs unfairly adorable when he does the same with his own wings. Scar grins, leaning back into Grianâs space as he turns to regard Kane.Â
âWeâre taking this,â Scar declares.
Kane scoffs, cheeks heating up as he takes mostly fake offense. âAs if Iâd take it back, come on!â And then heâs grinning as well, clearly satisfied that the prize went over well, all sourness from the competition completely faded away. âYou won it fair and square, mister liar.â
âSober liar,â Nico tacks on, earning a bark of laughter from his mate.
âHey, Iâm getting there, Iâm getting there!â Scar insists, leaning down to reclaim his and Grianâs bottles. He hands Grianâs back to him with a bright smile. ââŠItâs precious.â
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GRIAN
grian instantly slots himself next to scar as he returns to his side, still clutching the bird tightly.Â
"mister sober liar," he repeats teasingly at scar, nudging him a little and giving him a big, bright grin.
no matter how the others want to spin it, the fact is that they did win, and scar did insist on a prize for grian. (and man, the way his hands were capable with the bow is hot. although it's not something grian'd admit out loud.) he's grateful for it, a bit of playful games and a reward at the end of it, presented with such care.Â
with boundless affection, grian leans against him and presses his wing against scar's lower back, under his vex wings, in a little squeeze. hoping his thanks translates.Â
he untangles one hand from the chicken only to reach for the bottle, and he lets it clink against scar's. "cheers, to our victory."Â
nico's ushering them a little bit to the side, to make space for new contestants, while kane lifts his own drink, cheerfully joining in with drinking.Â
"there's more games to play, if you want," nico remarks with a chuckle, then adds: "but no more non-bears to win."
grian glances at him. "what about yes-bears?"
kane sputters a laugh, almost choking on his drink.
nico offers a grin instead, with a small chuckle. "none of those either, i'm afraid."
"bottles, mostly," kane says all too happily. "but some games have donation piles and if you win, you can pick something someone else left behind." he shrugs a little, clearly much more interested in the drinks the vexes worked so hard to make. "mostly useless stuff. wood carvings, dull daggers, scraps of clothes, chipped mugs. things people found and don't have use for, or that they don't want anymore."
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âWhat youâre saying is we get to thrift shop for prizes?â Scar asks excitedly, wings fluttering before one slots over Grianâs head in a purposely goofy manner. âWhatcha say, G-man? More games? Want to see how red in the face Kane can get if he keeps losing?â
âHey!â Kane shouts, grabbing at Scar to try to dig his fist into the top of his head playfully. Scar unfortunately allows it, not willing to give up his spot next to Grian and how his wing is tucked under him so tenderly. But he laughs at the abuse, clearly unbothered.
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GRIAN
grian ducks a little at the wing over him, but then he straightens up, chirping and meeting it. he has his prize chicken in one hand, still pressed to his chest, and a bottle in the other, wing still slung across scar's lower back in a casual, if a little clingy way.
"more games!" he cheers, toothily looking over kane and nico. "so what's next, fellas? what do you want to be beaten at this time?"
nico's chuckling, lips curved in a smile, taking this for friendly jest, but kane's getting riled up. his tail swishes aggressively. "you can't thrift prizes if you don't win first," he accuses.
"what game?" grian presses. "what do you think you have a chance at?"
it's a cheeky jab, and grian's delighted as he sees it work.Â
"sparring!" kane huffs out, clearly ready to tackle them until he can prove his dominance or something.
"or obstacle course," nico offers as a counter argument.
"sparring!" kane repeats, insistent, shooting his mate a glare. "we win at this one!"Â
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SCAR
Scar yawns exaggeratedly. âDrunk sparring? Sounds like a vex slapping fest to me.â He waves his hand with the bottle dismissively at that, eyeing Grian as he does. Then he takes a large sip of his drink and flares out his free wing. âWhat kind of obstacle course we talkinâ?â
Both sound less fun than archery to Scar, but he has a feeling the obstacle course would be preferable to Grian. Sparring just sounds like an invitation to get hurt.
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GRIAN
grian is honestly glad scar is steering this away from a fight competition, but kane deflates, looking like he was just betrayed. "you don't want to spar?" his ears flick, then he crosses his arms, upset. "it's 'coz you know you'd lose. you're just picking what you're secretly good at!"
"i dunno, you could've been better at it," grian brushes him off, referencing kane's archery skill in a way that makes kane sputter.
"the obstacle course," nico takes charge, starting to walk in a more solid direction, "has many things. some you get under, some you get over. gliding is allowed." he eyes grian. "outright flying might be considered as cheating."
grian gasps dramatically, his wing losing connection to scar only to flap in playful offense. "i'd never!" and honestly, it's hard to think of himself actively flying, so it's not exactly wrong. it's not just theatrics, but they make it easier to bear, to hide behind.
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i was gonna stop earlier but figured maybe you'd like to see the banter :3 maybe you'd like to see the new characters and these dynamics. (they're all tipsy at this point and scar and grian have been living here for a while, just to be clear.)
other big things happen that night besides winning mr beak :3 just sayin'
vex arc is fun <33
#ange answers#ribbon anon#hhau#hhau vex arc#we'll still keep the Big Plot Points to ourselves#and i won't talk about [REDACTED] until we reach mimic arc part V#(although it's SO HARD)#but you can have this!!#and maybe we can even introduce the characters :3#you can see kane and nico in the background of link's drawing#the one with mr beak and the bonfire and dancing :3#alcohol mention#in case that needs to be tagged#i swear if tumblr messes up the formatting here i'll be so upset#you can ask us more about the vex arc pls we love them#keep in mind there will be a comprehensive ramble about this whole night at some point down the line :3#but you can ask about stuff <3#from any point of hhau including the vex arc (but we will not talk about the death. not yet :3c)
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still feel so vindicated by tpatd. i dont rly have proof of it but i always wanted tlq to be a bit of a strange beast but i was worried it conflicted w canon (the wraith in particular, and the lack of a visible mouth in his appearances) so i scrapped some ideas i had to make him more beastly so tpatd was such an incredible and welcome surprise
#stp spoilers#i know theres the whole 'fuck canon' thing and i support that but i tend to try rly hard to make my works as canon compliant as possible#it bothers me if i dont#which prob sounds strange from someone who draws objects w animal limbs#but that feels more like artistic interpretation of simple designs than contradictory#and i also just sorta felt like everyone else must be onto smth or know smth i dont so seeing the popular general design for tlq#made me think that it mustve been intended for him to be so humanlike#being wrong made me so excited i got nauseous when i got to see tpatd#love that the guy has a huge beak and a creepy smile#i love a character who acts very normal and personality wise is generally just Some Guy#but is actually a weird guy who is a little scary#ill post some of my art of him in a bit after i get some food#actually art too lol not just joke stuff#i gotta start populating this blog w art ive been making since i got back into the game#maybe even my animation wip.... gotta work on that#AND i gotta get my voice designs posted bc theyre not that out there but im happy w them and had fun making them!
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I think they like to play card games sometimes. Often they drag in others to supsrvise for cheating. (it won't stop them from cheating but it means they've gotta work harder to be sneaky about it and that just adds to the fun!) Cheated has a score-count for everybody. for every different game they play. him vs opportunist. him vs cold. the whole group playing. contrarian is often banned for bringing other card games to the table. he also never gets to supervise despite often asking to. Hero volunteers to supervise a lot but often doesn't catch the cheating so he's denied the role. Cheated, skeptic, opportunist and cold are the best. Broken is also surprisingly good sometimes. Even when he has the best hand he worries he'll screw it up somehow, and his downer attitude tends to convince the others he's gonna lose too. erm thats all i think
i just know these two have the potential to end up breaking into a fight over their silly card games. After cold left and the two eventually got tired of their games and went their separate ways opportunist stuck his leg out so cheated could trip over. they push each other down the stairs, maybe.
#i dont know anything about poker#beaks are forever the bane of my existence#opportunist is Always ready to cheat but cold sees no point calling him out on it unless he actually does it#i know they play other games too#cheated has been caught off-guard by broken pulling out a good hand too many times he's started to catch on#i started this months ago#i only just finished it now#i love these birds though#i miss the narrator#i hope to draw these guys more but its so hard im shaking the bars of my cage chewing at them#what do you do when youre an immortal entity?#play card games i guess#cheated and opportunist both have specially decorated decks#ive got more drawings i should make for this fandom but it is a Struggle.#regardless i hope u guys have fun with the silly birds and princesses !!!#slay the princess#stp fan art#voice of the cheated#voice of the opportunist#voice of the cold#these are just headcanons ok believe what u will. have fun. take care <3
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@bakurik has slowly been getting me into Darkwing Duck, so here's some doodles.
But I was also slightly tipsy at 2am making these so I'm so sorry-
And here's some actual attempts from a few days ago-
#my art#art post#mun draws#digitalized#last night was#definitely something#we were cry laughing at the first three#and Vito made an entire backstory for the edited one#also beaks are so hard to draw#darkwing duck#negaduck#darkwing#ducktales reboot#bakurik#dont drink and draw kids
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Headcanons are going slow but I did manage to get my tablet working long enough for some doodles :) I was just going to do a rendered headshot of Lyra and then it got out of hand. so.
#pokemon#pokemon hgss#hgss#trainer lyra#pokemon art#bearimba art#togetic lowkey looks cursed#but i have no idea how to draw it#basically just a weird blob with limbs and wings and a face#trying to draw it with a normal (human) mouth looked Wrong#so beak it is#skarmory's beak was also hard to do and i still don't quite think it looks right#to be fair i am kinda taking their anatomy too seriously when they're literally fictional creatures#but i am nothing if not a tryhard#also yes i gave lyra grey eyes instead of brown#it's for lore reasons trust me bro#jkjk it doesn't actually mean anything significant#just a little nod to how i associate her with lugia#silver has brown eyes with gold (ironic i know) for ho-oh but i haven't drawn it yet
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Attempting to draw Starline everyday until he comes back
Day 2
Starline's favourite clo- hang on a second...
#sonic the hedgehog#dr starline#doctor starline#sonic idw#why are beaks so hard to draw what the fuck
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I would love to genuinely meet up face to face. We could chat about why you like leaving rude messages on people's posts. But if you want we can talk more tomorrow. See ya~
die mad about it
#it took me a bit to recognise you but if ur that mad over one reply then you really are dying mad about it#people dont make their realistic pokemon art to conform to your specific standards#how the hell is someone gonna make darkrai realistic?#also the other two things u pointed out in ur post just are a bit nitpicky#i cant believe im arguing wuth people on tumblr.#it took several minutes after seeing ur post of repeating to myself 'i will not argue with strangers on tumblr' like a mantra#also you could've easily just replied to the comment i made instead of getting in my ask box#i've tried so hard to not argue with people on tumblr because its not worth it but like#they're making that art for themself so shut up and quit shittalking#if you dont like it just block whoever posted it if you don't wanna see it that bad#also the whole thing about yveltal's beak is just a non issie#theres another bullshit thing u said but i forgot about it#wow 99% of my argument is in the tags#funny thing is to me darkrai is a bird. like i saw a beautiful drawing a while ago about realistic darkrai#it was a BIRD
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Heâs always got something to be angry about
#donald duck#classic disney#sketch card#illustration#something about duck beaks are so hard to draw#i can never get the swooops right#but i do love his attitude
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the sole reason i have not spoiled yall with quinnâs entire story by now is because she is so annoying to draw. im so sorry girl
#i feel bad tho shes kinda been getting shafted in my stupid little silverwind posts#i think she definitely has the least amount of art among the three of them which like. sucks bc i love her sm too#i do have art pieces with her in mind also its just that a) shes so frustrating to draw when its not a good day#and b) a lot of them im worried about getting laughed at for being 2edgy4me bc shes a very angsty character#sheâs literally ââteen angst and unresolved trauma under the worst possible circumstancesââ the character#and on top of that unfezant is a very unpopular pokemon so albeit selfishly#im nervous abt putting that much effort into something for her alone and it getting like 2 notes#echoed voice#its the beak and the general proportions theyre sooooo hard to get right for me i dont like drawing birds#(doesnt like drawing birds. makes a major character a bird)
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DUCK BLORBO! DEPLOY!
#dhmis duck#dhmis#donât hug me iâm scared#the man the myth the malewife#why is his beak so hard to draw???#that side profile is a fluke btw and will never be replicated#my handsâŠ.
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Iâve been slowly working on making the eternal gales cast new refs and icons, hereâs a dump of what I have done so far
#keese draws#eternal gales#oc art#oc#ocs#ignore the inconsistent quality in some of these thereâs a lot of them and I only have had so much motivation to draw#I donât plan on remaking busy and softieâs refs for the time being but everyone else is on the chopping block#Iâm not gonna rush it tho this is just for my sake since my art style has changed so much recently#oh wait thatâs right butter is also good I made them a new ref a while back I think#that just leaves 11 refs and like 12 or so icons. woo.#and thatâs without counting side characters and god forbid I finally get around to designing the au antags#itâs been over five years and none of those bastards have ever gotten even my weak excuse for a reference rip#to be fair I have tried to design them several times itâs just annoying because of color palettes#I hate making color palettes. my most hated part of character design no competition#but yeah the staliens are the easy part itâs the human kids that are gonna make me wanna tear my hands off#itâs not physically hard to draw them but mentally itâs the worst agony#ok no fydd is physically hard to draw. I do not have the beak drawing experience I should have having drawn this kid for five years#like I figured out shoe and sock and theyâre my Only snake characters#well ok itâs not like I have many beaked characters either but shhhh#bloom doesnât rly Need a new ref as technically most of my art style changes donât effect her design at all#but the anatomy in her current one bugs me so itâs getting remade anyways#Iâll probably do new sprinkles ref first then looser then alpha to finish off the staliens#and after that I should Really do aris first for the human cast she is in desperate need of a new ref#and after that Iâll do the snake triplets then mase and then whoever I feel like doing after that#those three are just in the most intense need after that it doesnât matter much
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You haven't written anything NSFW for TMNT so its okay if its not something you're comfortable writing but do you think you could write something for Bay Donnie? I don't really have any preferences of requests other than squirting
Soaked | Donatello
okay, fair warning, i haven't written anything explicitly nsfw for like two years so be nice; i was hesitant in posting this because i have no faith in my writing, especially nsfw, but i hope you like it! bayverse!!
warnings: NSFW, squirting? swearing, mentions of cunt etc., not much else i don't think. everyone is 18+!! awful titles, never proofread
summary: donatello likes it when you soak his sheets
word count: 1691
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The world is bathed in darkness when you finally manage to open your eyes. The lair is quiet, and your head feels heavy as you squint. A hand is trailing your torso softly despite innumerable callouses, fingers sweeping delicately along the length of your spine in some silent rhythm. Your skin is warm, the cool touch of his palms soothing the heated flesh, and you giggle quietly as you imagine puffs of mist rising from where your bodies and their contrasting temperatures meet.
âYou awake?â
With a humming reply and languid grace, you raise your head and try to make out his face in the dim light. You canât see much, just a pair of soft eyes that make you feel more embraced than the blankets piled on top of you, as his other hand cups your cheek and you melt into him. He makes you feel like that a lot; like molten gold, pliant under his assured touches, burning and boneless and so, so precious.
âYou fell asleep in the middle of movie night,â he says softly, lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture so tender it makes your heart clench. He traces his mouth down the swell of your cheek, caressing the lines of your face until he reaches your jaw. His kisses are indulgent and full, and you feel gluttonous as your hands seek his plastron eagerly. Even half-asleep, you want him wholly and desperately and you feel him huff a fond laugh, smiling knowingly against your throat.
âSo needy,â he teases affectionately, the hand that had been mapping your back now beginning to move further downwards until the flesh of your thigh is in his grip. He squeezes it once, twice, and parts your legs. His beak presses harder into the delicate skin of your neck, and he inhales deeply before biting sharply. The contrast of his gentle hands and the sudden sting of his teeth causes your hips to stutter, and you canât hold back a whine.
âI can smell you.â His voice is low and you shudder at the rasp in his tone. He pulls back to look into your eyes, and you swallow thickly; his irises have disappeared into blackness, as if theyâre drowning in ink with pupils blown wide, and you feel yourself grow wetter at the wild look. You still canât make out his face, but you know he looks wrecked, and a smug satisfaction settles deep within you.
The thought that your scent alone can ruin him, make primal need overwhelm him, make him look wanton, causes your toes to curl. His large hand, so huge on your body, grasps your thigh tightly again and you gasp as he squeezes hard enough to bruise this time. âYouâre soaking already,â he groans, and you buck your hips, silently begging him to pull your sleep shorts down and feel it for himself.
Despite his teasing, he must feel as desperate as you because heâs quick to do exactly that and rub his finger against your folds. He curses loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet, and you spread your legs wider. âSo fucking wet,â he chokes out, rubbing your swollen clit as he pushes his first finger inside of you. Youâre so warm and tight and you feel yourself flutter around him.
âDonnie,â you gasp as he curls his finger just right. Itâs the first word youâve uttered, and he groans darkly at the desperation that coats the sound. He fucks you faster, his finger stretching you, drawing the most obscene sounds, wet slaps reverberating so loudly youâre sure everyone can hear them. Youâre panting and flushed, hips grinding as he pumps in and out, and you moan loudly as he slips another digit inside.
Heâs back to pressing open-mouthed kisses against your throat, lapping up the sweat that trickles down. âThatâs it,â he murmurs reverently, sucking purple marks into your sensitive flesh and scissoring his fingers faster and harder, forceful pumps bordering on brutal. Your name is a growl on his tongue as he hits that perfect spot over and over, and you canât stop yourself from mewling as he presses harshly against your sensitive nub, pleasure and pain blending in a way that makes you dizzy.
His pace is unrelenting and unforgiving, and you can feel the thrumming of your pulse, a delirious concoction of sensual agony shooting through your veins as you babble senselessly. âDonnie, please, pleaseââ
He fixes his teeth over an especially delicate part of your throat and bites so hard you see stars, chest heaving and unable catch your breath as your walls clamp around his fingers. Thereâs going to be an outrageous mark, dark violet bruises and blatant indents of teeth in a place you have no hope of covering up, and the thought only makes you cry louder.
You think you might pass out for a minute or two as Donnie continues to finger-fuck you through your orgasm. Youâre shaking and sensitive and sore, but he doesnât let up even as you shiver and whine. âYou can take it,â he tells you simply, and you nod quickly because you can, youâll take whatever he gives you.
It doesnât take long for you to reach the edge again, little gasps and whimpers slipping through your lips with every pump. Heâs toying with you, a teasing grin pressed against the column of your throat that turns into a low laugh as you curse him for slowing whenever your thighs begin to tremble. Just as you think heâs about to slow again, he pinches your clit harshly and you canât stop the wail that wrenches itself from your burning lungs.
His fingers fuck you through this orgasm too, spreading your legs wider as they spasm and weakly attempt to shut without his permission. Only when you fall still does he pull out, and you whimper more at the aching emptiness. He makes sure youâre watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and tastes them; his tongue is playful, thick and flicking, and you feel the muscles of your stomach contract.
âTease,â you croak, and his eyes somehow darken even further at just how wrecked you sound, your voice rasping and slurred.
âYouâre right,â he agrees, brushing your folds again, digits stroking your puffy slit. You gasp as he pushes two fingers back in, squirming at the satisfying and sensitive discomfort shooting along your spine. âYouâve been so good.â Heâs making those perfect curling motions inside of you and your back arches, tears gathering on your lashes as that agonising pleasure sparks, lighting up your blood and forcing your eyes to roll back.
âDonnieââ
Thereâs a pressure building, somehow more intense than before, and your thighs quiver as his fingers continue to fuck you without faltering, even as your legs threaten to snap closed at the unbearable sensitivity when he finds your clit once more.
Youâre not sure if the sounds coming out of your mouth are words and youâre pretty sure youâre drooling, tongue lolling, but whatever noises escape your parted lips have Donnie pressing that spot inside you harder and harder, churring darkly. It's a sound that clatters through you as he returns his teeth to your throat like they belong there, like your neck is meant to be a canvas for his marks. âYou can do it,â he groans. "Youâre always so good for me.â
His fingers curl even more, and you choke on a moan as you realise what heâs asking for, what heâs building towards with every pump. Your own hand desperately grasps his forearm, not sure if youâre begging him to stop or urging him to keep going as you pant and whine, body writhing as he tears a sob from you that rattles your bones. âI canâtââ
âYes, you can.â Heâs tense, the muscles of his arm flexed and hard under your touch, and you can feel his sweat on your damp skin as he presses impossibly closer, almost lovingly nuzzling your neck now even as his fingers fuck you stupid.
You feel like youâre about to explode, the pressure agonising and tipping over into pain, blood boiling under your skin, and you can do nothing but cry wildly, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear, when you feel that tension inside you shatter like glass.
Donnie holds you as you convulse, shudders racking every inch of you, soft praises rushing from his lips as he presses gentle kisses along your jaw. He groans feeling your wetness gushing against him, soaking his plastron and his bedding, knowing your scent will cling to him and his bed for hours even after he showers and changes his sheets.
It's his favourite part, he thinks privately. It soothes something primal and animal within him, something he didn't even recognise until he had you writhing and coming undone under him for the first time. Making you lose control, satisfying you so good you can't help but squirt⊠He swallows the thought and scissors his fingers in you, watching the way you whimper with your eyes closed as he glides in and out of your pretty cunt with ease, your body always so responsive for him no matter what state you're in.
Youâre certain you passed out this time, and when you come-to, Donnie still has his fingers inside of you, still pressing those feather-light kisses to your skin. You feel heavy and weightless all at once, eyelids fluttering, unsure whether to whine in relief or displeasure when his fingers retreat slowly and he brings them to his mouth again.
It takes you another minute to realise just how wet you are, your thighs glistening even in the low light, and the bed beneath you is completely drenched. You canât muster any shame, only satisfaction coiling deep in your gut when you see just how soaked Donnie is too.
âNext time,â he breathes, voice guttural and promising, still sucking his fingers clean, âI want you on my face so I can drink every drop.â
You clench your thighs together, sore and aching and still so needy, and lick your lips. âThat can be arranged.â
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