#Cute chompers are my weakness

[klaart]

09 Ghost Chompers🦷

The comic that started it:

+ the semi realism drawing that followed✨:

cheezin for mactavish :D

I wanted to show y’all what I was picturing for 09 ghost when I was drawing the chibi comic🫡

[slamminslamminmcgill]

How would Saul and Lalo react if reader had no experience with head😳 I imagine they’d coach them through it but ahhhhhh my brain can’t even handle the thought of all the praise

CUUUUUUUTE 🥺🥺🥺

Saul

"Ow! Watch the teeth, kid!"

You pulled your mouth off immediately once you heard Saul hiss in pain. "Oh, shit! Sorry! Are you okay?"

Saul smoothed your hair as he collected himself. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good, no worries. Just, uh... just open your mouth a bit more, I guess? And maybe, like, keep your tongue over your bottom teeth. Covers the chompers, ya get me?"

You took a quick catch breath and accepted the criticism in stride. "Okay, I can do that. So, uh... was I doing okay otherwise?"

"Oh yeah! I mean, for your first time, not bad! I'm impressed, actually. Suckin' dick is harder than it looks..." He smiled, then backtracked immediately once he realized how gay that sounded, as if having another man sucking his dick somehow wasn't gay, "...so I'm told."

You snickered and went back to work, starting by pressing a few wet kisses to his balls. When you did that, you could feel him tense up and whimper, louder than he had been the whole time. Oh? That seemed to be a weakness of his. You'd have to come back to that. You licked up the length of his cock and gave it a few pumps with your hand before you took him back in, taking his advice to heart. It seemed to be working, if his noises of pleasure were any indication.

"Oh, that's it..." He sighed, gently patting your hair. "That's my boy... That's MUCH better..."

You pulled your lips off him and spit on his tip. From there, you spread your saliva down his shaft and lowered yourself back down to his balls. You wanted to test your theory and see if that really was his weakness. Sure enough, he started whining and singing your praise once you ran your tongue across them.

"Oh! Oh my god, yes! Yes!" He panted, "God, fuck, kid, you're..." You took one into your mouth and gently sucked on it. "Ngh! Ohhh, you're gonna be the death of me..."

Lalo

This was terrifying.

You could feel Lalo staring down at you, almost evaluating you. He was quiet. Eerily quiet. Shouldn't he be like moaning or something? Oh god, were you boring him? You totally were, weren't you? The thoughts raced in your head until his deep voice drew them to a halt.

"You don't have to be so nice, y'know."

You froze and looked up at him in confusion, your mouth still full of cock. "Hmm?"

Lalo chuckled and nudged you off him. "I mean you're being too careful, baby. You nervous or something? It's not gonna bite you, sweetheart."

You drew your eyes away from him and sighed. "Well, I mean... kinda... I've never really done this before..."

Lalo cupped your face in his hands and gave you some words of encouragement. "Really? Well, for a first-timer, you're doing alright. You want some help?"

Help? What, was he gonna suck himself off? Give you a demonstration? You answered hesitantly. "Wh... What do you mean?"

Lalo smiled and caressed your cheek. "Well, for starters, don't be afraid to get messy. Like, the wetter the better, y'know? And don't worry about making it pretty. You're cute either way. I'll enjoy the show."

You blushed and laughed nervously. "I... Yeah, okay... So like... be messy?"

"Yeah! Really messy. And take it deeper, if you can. If you gag, you'll actually make more spit and it lubes it up for you." Lalo ran his fingers through your hair and held his cock against your lips. "Do you want me to show you?"

You could tell what was coming. You were staring it right in the face, and you liked what you saw. "I... Yeah... Not too crazy though, alright?"

Lalo chuckled again. "Of course. Just relax."

Apparently, he must have had a different definition of crazy, because you were thoroughly unprepared for him to start. He knotted his fingers in your hair and used your mouth to jerk himself off, hard, fast, and relentless. He forced you down to the base and held you there as you gagged. He seemed to be enjoying himself, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath as you drenched his cock in drool.

"Oh, eso es. Está bien, cariño... Carajo, tu boca de puta me siente tan bueno... (Oh, that's it... That's good, sweetheart... Goddamn, your whore mouth feels so good.)" He pulled you off him and let you breathe after coughing up more spit. He laughed at the sight of you. "There you go! Good boy! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

[awesomex7]

(A little sad pic I drew of Piranha just before he met The Bad Guys. Right under is a mini-story I wrote to go along with the pic.)

Piranha left his crime family in Bolivia to pursue an independent life away from being overshadowed and bullied by his siblings. He went out to find a job in the city. However every attempt was completely unsuccessful as he scared everyone at every job interview with his razor sharp teeth. Defeated. He sleeps in a box. Dirty, sad, and alone.

During the afternoon, Shark walks by, catching Piranha in there for a split second. His eyes darted to the box to confirm what he saw. A sad weak Piranha with a poorly drawn "Free Piranha Can Cook" sign next to it.

"Poor guy." Shark immediately picks Piranha up. 

Piranha opened his eyes. "AYE! UN TIBURÓN!"

Shark dropped him back in the box, startled.

"Y-you have sharp teeth too right?" Piranha showed off his chompers with a “NOM NOM”.

"Uh huh." Shark showed off his teeth too, causing everyone around them to run off horrified!

Piranha's eyes glittered. Someone who understood him, someone who could relate to him! 

Shark was awed by Piranha's adorableness. “Let’s get you off the street and to somewhere safe.” He took Piranha and ran home with him. 

“Wahoo!” Piranha was happy and excited. He was being taken by a shark that could gobble him up, but he did not care in the slightest. Anywhere was better than the box.

---

Shark slammed open the door! "Can we keep him?" Shark asked Wolf and Snake. Holding Piranha, showing him to the two.

"Hola." Piranha waved.

Wolf responded. "Sure!"

Followed by Snake. "No…"

Snake and Wolf reacted to each other’s response with a loud, “WHAT?”

"Why not Snake? Look at him! He's so cute!" Wolf ruffled Piranha's head fin.

Piranha lightly purred in delight.

Snake sighed. "Wolf, who knows where that thing's been? He might bite your arm off."

Piranha crossed his arms. "I only bite those who are mean to me. And you are falling dangerously close to that category amigo."

"All the reason to throw you in the trash bin." Snake snorted.

Wolf pleaded. "Snake, please be reasonable."

"Reasonable? Wolf. The last thing we need is another roommate. A roommate we know nothing about. Are we gonna share our food with this thing?"

"I can cook." Piranha kicked his feet in the air playfully.

"The sign says so." Shark showed the sign Piranha had.

Snake placed his tail under his chin. "You caught my interest."

---

Piranha hummed happily as he made burritos for everyone. Working professionally at a swift pace.

The three stared in amazement at Piranha's techniques.

When he was finished, Piranha slid three dishes out in front of Wolf, Snake, and Shark. Burritos that had a delicious spicy aroma. 

The steam coming off the burritos went into their nostrils… Which was followed with drooling mouths.

"Bon appi-"

The three chomped down on their burritos excitedly!

"-tite… Heh, might as well." Piranha chomped down on an extra burrito he made in a sloppy fashion.

Shark licked his fins. "Oh man! We don't even cook, we just order takeout and microwave what we can get."

Wolf made a "mwah" motion. "This was the tastiest burrito I ever had. And I don't even like Mexican food."

Snake hissed. Circles appeared around his eyes. So good. SO GOOD!  "The fish stays." He said calmly.

Piranha's eyes sparkled as he gave the biggest sharp toothed smile he could.

"Ah ha! I knew you would come around!" Wolf wrapped an arm around Snake.

Snake gently lifted his tail. "Yeah, yeah. Just no more roommates okay?"

---

Later…

Piranha showed the others a jar with a tarantula inside. "Can we keep it?"

Webs was sitting in the jar with a sigh. Waving hello to the others. “He saved me from getting squished during rush time.” She pointed to Piranha with her thumb.

Shark and Wolf looked at Webs, then back at Snake, awaiting for his response with pleading faces.

Snake was hiding his head under a pillow groaning. "You gotta be kidding me…"

[bear-durs-gate]

Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3

Pairing: pre relationship fem!tav x astarion

Rating: M (to be safe since vampirism I guess)

Word count: 1,615

AO3

She dreamt. Dreamt of being in a boat out at sea, floating on silver waves in moonlight with nothing but wind at her back and stars in her hair. The crashing of waves tossed her to and fro but there was a sense of freedom. Of peace. But somewhere from above and below and behind her, she felt it. Eyes watching her. Breath, hot on her neck. Fear prickled and nipped at her nape, nudging her awake.

She jolted upright and nearly smacked heads with Astarion.

“…shit,” he muttered.

“Fucking hell!” She yelped and caught sight of him, teeth bared and recoiling while looking—what—like a school boy in trouble? Beautiful idiot vampire. Surely the guilty act was just a performance though. Hell, she’d play a part if she was caught doing such a silly thing. She hopped to her feet and he backed further away.

“No, no. It’s not what it looks like, I swear!”

She almost laughed. Was he frightened? Of her? When he’s the one with sanguine sucking chompers? “Oh, so you weren’t hovering over me with fangs bared to take a bite? Just having a sniff were you?”

“I wasn’t going to hurt you!” he continued, a bit breathy, “I just needed—well, blood.”

“Ah, yes, the old I wasn’t going to hurt you, just puncture your flesh and take a little sip line. I’ve never heard that one before.” She blinked with lifted brows. “My apologies for such an absurd assumption.” She smirked. “Besides, it’s glaringly obvious now that you need blood. It’s all making perfect sense now. Explains why you’ve been so incredibly slow.”

“Hey, now. I’m not that slow.” His features shifted from fake fear to frowning. “But you’re right. I am in need. I feed on animals but it’s not enough. Not if I have to fight. I feel so weak.” He threw her a look that was probably meant for her to have pity. But all she felt was certain other things. Things she had no business feeling. “If I had just a little blood I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.”

It was cute the way he pleaded. She liked him like that, begging. She wanted to make him do a little more. How far would he be willing to go for her blood. Probably not far seeing as there was a camp full of sleeping possible participants. And he was just about to bite into her if she hadn’t woken up, but living in a bubble of a delectable fantasy seemed rather harmless for a moment.

She cut it off before it really began however. She needed to focus. He didn’t need to catch wind of her base desires. So, she’d put on her own show.

“Bravo. I would clap for you if I could, you always perform so elegantly but you know, I’d rather not wake the others with the encore. My dear boy, I would gladly say yes but I need you to know something first.”

“Yes, go on.”

“I must tell you—if you ever fucking stand over me like that again and wake me from my pleasant dreams with such a frightening stance—breathing on my neck like some spectral from the depths of my deepest nightmares—oh! There will be words—words to be had. A great deal of words. So many words, you will regret you have ears and be begging for someone, anyone—except for me because I refuse to dirty my hands with such grotesque tasks you see—to be chopping them clean off! And I promise you, such an exchange will be utter torment for you and not the pleasurable kind either.”

Astarion shifted from slightly concerned to amused to almost baffled. “So, you aren’t angry?”

“I’m angry that you didn’t just commit to the bit. A scary vampire needs blood to be strong and you’re always judging my choices but then you hesitated? If you wanted to make an ordeal of it, you could’ve sent me an invitation or something, allow me to improv if you needed a flair of dramatics. Give me time to memorize my proper lines. My heavens good boy, I was having the most pleasant of dreams and you had to go and ruin it—making it nightmarish because you could not simply take the bite. Hovering—ugh.” She shuttered. “I do not frighten easy, mind you. And angry is really the wrong word actually—disappointed is more suitable. Yes—very disappointed.”

“Are you saying I can have a taste? I got a bit lost halfway through your speech.”

“Yes.”

He smirked. “And here I thought I would need to be a little more convincing.” His face fell. “I even had a whole speech of my own prepared.”

“Of course you did.” Tav shook her head. “My apologies for disrupting the scenario you had rehearsed in your head but if you just asked me sooner then this could’ve played out exactly as you wanted. But no, you had to do it the hard way.”

“At best I thought you’d say no. More likely you’d ram a stake through my ribs.” He grew more serious as Tav folded her arms across her chest. “I needed you to trust me—and you can trust me.”

“Bullshit.” She unfolded her arms and wagged a finger at him. “I’ll stop you right there. Someone who wants trust doesn’t slink around in the dead of night trying to bite the ones they want to trust them. Come now, my dear boy, we both know this is a matter of you being caught and your words, oh they are very pretty, but unnecessary. Besides, I trust you. About as far as I can throw you.”

He looked her up and down, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I’d say you could throw me quite far.”

“Probably. We could test it out tomorrow.”

“I’d really rather not but thank you. For the trust that is. And I only need a little taste. I swear.”

“A taste—a sample? A taste and how long will that last? No, no, that will not suffice. Feast my boy and recover your strength—though I do ask that you spare me, as you are well aware that I am the most elite performer and we can’t be burdening the others with walking my carcass about, puppeteering and propping me up until we happen across a goodly necromancer now can we?” She raised her brow. “No, we can’t. Or can we? Hmm.” She tapped her chin. “Let’s roll on it shall we?”

She pulled a die from her pocket and tossed it on the ground. A solid one out of twenty. Her fate was sealed for the night. Astarion seemed very amused.

“Well—I suppose you could ask Withers to revive me or use one of Gale’s fancy little scrolls. Though, I do wonder how that will affect my skills—surely there’s some unnamed consequence for an impromptu revival and I do wonder what that might be, hmm. No matter! So long as I can talk, I can do what I must, so if you need my blood to optimize your performance, then my dear boy, you shall have it!” Tavelia tugged on his sleeve. “Now, get to it so I can get back to my dreams and we can carry on same as always—but different because you’ll be stronger and not so painstakingly slow, yes?”

Astarion hesitated. “Really? If you’re sure…”

“We are all consenting adults here. Unless you’ve changed your mind? Does one of our other campmates look tastier? Please say, ‘no, you’re blood is the most compelling. Smells like a finely preserved cheese only to be brought out and paired with the most expensive wine. In fact, you are so special, that I simply had to hover over you particularly just to have a taste. You were simply irresistible.’”

“Well, I wouldn’t have stated it quite like that. So, desperate.” Astarion smiled coyly then raised a brow. “And cheese? I don’t think I’ve ever compared blood to cheese. What a peculiar choice.”

“It’s improv, my good chap. Now let’s get to it, shall we? Don’t be shy.” She gestured to him, coaxing him to come closer. She even turned her neck, tilting slightly while brushing all of her pastel rainbow strands out of the way.

“You are making it weird.”

“Nothing is worth anything if it’s not at least a little weird.”

He shook his head. “Let's make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” He gestured to the bedroll.

Tav situated herself, lying on her back while reaching for her die and pocketing it. “I am as comfortable as I’ll ever be with a shred of fabric between me and the rock hard ground. So I’m ready when you are.”

She’d expected the pain and honestly she’d expected the stupid butterflies that fluttered throughout her stomach but she hadn’t expected to let out the most embarrassing moan. Desperate indeed.

“Oh, sorry,” she muttered but Astarion didn’t seem to notice or care as the blood flowed from her body. Astarion seemed wholly invested in draining her completely but at least he was being gentle about it. Cradling her head as he just kept drinking. And drinking some more.

He drank so much that she started to drift; dizzy and light drifting further into the numbing cold, darkness of night. She closed her eyes, holding back another idiotic moan. Concentrated on the way her extremities went from chilly to nonexistent at all. Maybe he was sending her back to the lovely little boat dream.

Yes, she was floating. Rocking. She was free.

At peace.

She was.

And then she was not.

[suburbanflats]

FUCK IT BFN THOUGHTS SO FAR

okay so. the game is Fun but it’s not the same type of fun as garden warfare. bfn feels akin to splatoon or overwatch and if any pvz game would have meta it’d be it

first up. i think the art style is really a hit or miss bfn leans heavy with the cartoony style. which emphasises shapes, personality and geometry while the gw games emphasised texture, colours and realism. what you prefer is simply your own tastes, i prefer the gw style but i think both have their drawbacks and positives (bfn’s characters all have super strong shape language but lack gw’s detailed textures) anyway what i don’t like

i really am not a fan of how characters HAVE to have a mirror counterpart in the game. most notably the scientist and sunflower lost all their offense capabilities. i main marine biologist and frequently play + am pretty decent with some sunflowers but playing them in bfn felt so jank and weak i did not enjoy it

weird random changes to characters like the chomper not having the goop or rose’s goatify i still do not understand

almost no character has splash damage God Help Me

lack of roots on the plants

turf takeover is literally just the payload thing from ow idk what it’s called i’ve barely seen any ow in my life

sprinting. it removes the whole each character has their own speed and you work with that dynamic

smaller lobbies

overall everything just feels shorter which i don’t really like

customisations are more annoying to get

the prize bulb tree thingy idk it disrupts gameplay

ui

the voices for the new guys + sunflower sound too. Human

no gnome plot as far as i know

sound design all the bullets sound the same and i am being thrown off

now some things that i do like!

THE CHAT FUNCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’ve been praying that it’d get added to gw since 2015

the new plants + space cadet they’re SO FUN to use i had a blast teaming up with other acorns and space cadets

the world geometry is really good

the singleplayer stuff is wonderful, but i wish there was more

the fact boss hunts aren’t a timed event is great (< missed both the zombie ones)

the fact the game is so ambitious and changes so much

also the fact it isn’t gw3

giddy park

the changes to the z-mech reticle, all-star shields actually being useful, health boosts from sunflowers/scientists

the funderdome looks fun but i have yet to play it

music

the shader genuinely rocks for dark areas ourhg

cute animations for the characters :)

scenery variety 

it’s way easier to level up characters holy shit

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Eel Toofies (Jade)

Jade gotta have them too, right? The cute sharp toofies?

NOTE: I only write for female reader.

— ( ` ω ´ )

Jade is not self-conscious, but he is self-aware

Not like ~that~

He's just very aware of how he presents himself and how people see him

So of course he catches on very quickly that hi teeth, and consequently his brother's, tend to unsettle people, which is no good

Well, it's very good, because fear is a very amusing emotion to watch, but it's a hassle when he's trying to work, or to just have an efficient conversation

So he learns to hide his teeth, speak with his lips almost closed, smile with his mouth closed, so on

He still proudly flashes his pearly whites whenever he feels like, enjoying the looks on people's face that he is in fact still an eel and should not be seen as less dangerous than his impulsive brother

(in fact, and he will humble brag about it, Jade feels that a wolf in sheep's clothing is way more threatening than a rabid dog)

Enters you.

Fearless? Reckless? Stupid nonetheless.

You just got curious. You've seen Jade around many times, seen his smiles and heard his pleasant voice. But you never got to see his chompers, which you thought was unfair because Floyd had a lovely bunch of them and you wanna see Jade's now

So you just.... Do that.

(RIP, my dudette)

Jade is less guarded around you. He finds you amusing, and your particular talent for finding trouble, or being found by it, is hilarious.

You're also pretty inoffensive, a weak little human with no magic. So long as he catches you without your pesky friends (or worse, the powerful people like Leona who you managed to charm into being your protector), you are not a threat

Or so he thought as he bent down to place the drink you asked on the table, smiling pleasantly as always, only for you to surprise him once more by grabbing his face and forcing his mouth open

Jade froze, a million thoughts running in his mind as he processed what just happened. You, the harmless human girl, just used a flick unguarded moment of his to grab his face and open his mouth so you could look at his teeth

Before he could think about his next step, which probably involved bitting off your fingers, you let go of him and relaxed against the comfortable couch

"You do have cute little teefies! They're so white and shiny and sharp!"

Congratulations, you managed to break Jade fucking Leech.

— ( ` ω ´ )

After that day, Jade became a little more cautious around (Y/N)'s hands, and scolded her for a good minute about doing that in public, which—and he should've seen that one, honestly—was promptly answered with an inquiry if she could do it in private then.

The agreeing answer surprised even him when it came.

But he is not going to complain when he can just give her a smile, a big open mouthed smile, and receive a beaming grin in exchange—and the look of pure terror from her pesky friends. So amusing.

And he definitely won't complain as he lounges on the couch in Azul's office during his break, head on her lap as she coos over his appearance: his cheeks, his hair, his eyes and, of course, his "cute little teefies".

"Your teefies are so nice today, Jade!"

"Of course, I take great pride in my hygiene."

"You're just one hell of an eel~" (Y/N) giggles, a thumb gently rubbing his chin as her hand rests on his cheek.

That earns her another toothy grin, and following her streak, Jade is absolutely surprised with how sincere it is

[eve6262]

Long Gone | Bug Fables fic pt. 2

    It chimes- and it sounds heavenly, like fairy bells on the wind- and calms.

    Leif sees himself, reflecting in those eyes. Perhaps it’s the confusion, being so lost in a place so familiar, the fear wrapping around him like spider silk. Or maybe it’s the ever-so-slightly reflective surface of the crystal.

    He reaches out a hand nonetheless. There are people speaking in the background- someone yelling?- but he’s stopped paying attention.

    “Hrej? Ovriek v’rei hrej?”

    Kin? You are kin?

    Again it chimes. A memory pops up unbidden- Zommoth, looking down at the poor child kindly, as a brother to her. She has no mouth but he distinctly sees her smile.

    Leif has no siblings. The cordyceps has a sibling- a sister. These two are incompatible.

    The little crystal spider chimes again, and Leif isn’t sure what to think anymore.

    It nudges his hand, like it knows he’s ignoring it. Chompy has always been good at that- seen through his hollow gazes, known when he was simply going through the motions and when he was actually doting on her. Like Chompy, not like Zommoth.

    Chompy did not hiss at his friends. Zommoth hissed at his friends- and what did this one do? Like Zommoth, not like Chompy.

    The two are incompatible. Leif and “I” are incompatible. They are one and the same. This problem has no solution.

    Without hesitation, it bites down on his arm. Not roughly, like wild spiders, but softly, like Chompy asking for pets. And then it tries to drag, like it wants to show him something.

    He can’t refuse his kin. But is it kin with the cordyceps or Leif?

    Again, vaguely, he can hear people talking. He can also hear the constant chimes of the crystal spider, and he wonders where they are going. And he hears the patter of Chompy’s footsteps- and he wonders, will she be safe? Will she be alright?

    She’s a smart little thing. She’ll go back to Kabbu and Vi if it’s too dangerous, won’t she? The old Mother Chomp surrounded herself in thorns, hid in a cave far away so she wouldn’t die. Surely Chompy will have the same instincts.

    The crystal spider comes across a door and easily hops up to a control panel. Its body is dimly lit, like a piece of glass over a light bulb. It knows how to operate this place, despite just waking.

    Just like him. When did he learn Roach, anyway?

    No. Don’t think of that. He can’t. The cordyceps has known it since birth, and Leif has memories of learning the language. The same dialect, too. These facts are incompatible- he must be using one of their repositories, but which one?

    Oh, being a parasitic lifeform has its positives. Always nice and cool, even in the desert. But there are so many downsides he can’t even look too far up lest he snap his own neck with the pressure.

    Finally, the crystal spider stops, snapping him out of his stupor. He feels Chompy cuddle up to his leg- too warm here? She stays away from him in cold places, but according to Vi the Snakemouth lab was cold.

    Gently, his hand is let go of. The slight pressure was comforting, he realizes now. He misses it the moment it is gone. Nonetheless, he watches as the spider climbs something.

    A crystal web. Of course.

    He wants to cry. He wants to break down and tear the place to shreds. He wants to hug that spider. He wants to collapse in someone’s arms. His wife is dead- that’s not his wife he’s a lie what. is. he?

    It chimes again, but Leif and the cordyceps are gone and replaced with a dead-eyed zombified moth with no brain nor inclination to act. If he were to speak it would be in slurred Roach; if he were to move he would collapse with the effort.

    Chompy knows. The spider has realized.

    It tries to apologize, but all it knows is chimes. Chompy tries to interpret, but all it knows is gentle hand bites and bumping against his leg. The latter gets him to sit, but then his hands go to his head and the two creatures panic.

    Then the door opens, and vaguely he can hear the panicked shouting of Kabbu. (which is a testament to his mental state, because that man is loud.) He feels a hand on his arm, and it feels like fire, and he immediately jerks away at the thought. Fire. Fire, wasn’t there something with fire?

    The place in flames. The roaches left behind. Him, him and- and-

    And Kabbu and Vi. That’s right. The Everlasting King and his madness and his death.

    The crystal spider chimes from its place on his lap. His lap. When did he end up on the floor? He reaches down and pets the thing, as he would any other cute thing. It chimes and nuzzles his hand.

    Cute thing.

    Chompy, satisfied with her owner’s mental state, gives the crystal spider a chomp on the leg. It cries out- and the sound is like angels having their wings ripped off- and again becomes agitated.

    “Tr’vrek tajh vrie! Viatiev kr’aivret traj kret obivrat.”

    Both of you calm down! The fault lies with no one- a bit awkward. It’s not anyone’s fault.

    Chompy does not like hearing her owner speak Roach, because she knows it is usually a sign of a mental breakdown. The crystal spider has only heard him speak Roach, so it enjoys this. The two are at odds.

    Just like his mind. The same. Incompatible. What?

    “My apologies for whatever I may have caused, but we must work on separating the two immediately.”

    The crystal spider, evidently, has a mild understanding of Bugnish. It chimes angrily at that. Chompy, apparently, also sees that this is not the solution, and hisses at the Queen. Leif rushes to stop them.

    “Krei jhai, kuvrait. Ovioljret traj...Queen, veriait.”

    Be nice, cordial. She is the Queen, after all.

    “The word for Queen…”

    He doesn’t often speak out loud, save for explanatory purposes, but the phrase slips out as his mind slowly but surely returns to its usual half-Roach, half-Bugnish state. Vi takes that as a sign of recovery.

    “Leif!”

    She practically shouts it in his ear, startling him, but his eyes are back to normal and his brain is occupied with now and not who. He looks around for a moment before realizing what happened.

    “Ah. Our apologies. We…”

    “No explanations yet. You okay?”

    “Yes. We saw the web and memories…”

    “That makes sense. We did find you in a spiderweb.”

    “What about the spider, though? You kinda just followed it when it started leading you.”

    “It reminded us of ourselves.”

    “I wish I knew more,” Queen Vanessa interjects, “But for now, my priority is the creature.”

    “The creature is calm.”

    As if to support his claim, it chimes happily, finally leaving Leif’s lap so he can get up. Chompy, however, complains and jumps up at his legs a few times. No longer worried about the mental breakdown, she demands pets.

    He picks her up and holds her like a small child while the others continue. Kabbu and Vi barely notice, but the others seem worried.

    “Wait a minute. Please don’t tell me you think that thing is cute.”

    “Think? It is cute.”

    “Alright, pack it up, people. He’s found another one. He’s not letting go of it.”

    “It is like us. And look at it. It means no harm.”

    “You just had a mental breakdown over it.”

    “Our weak mental fortitude is not the fault of the creature.”

    “Weak? Leif, I can’t begin to talk about how much you’ve gone through! That’s not weakness, that’s simply natural.”

    Vi growls and turns around, hands at her head. Much more common for her. “I can’t believe we’re keeping that.”

    “Think of it this way. Easier battles.”

    “I’m not objecting, I’m just annoyed that I was worried about you for nothing.”

    “Vi!”

    “Not your fault.”

    Kabbu’s shoulders slump. Neo looks a little scared, Queen Vanessa looks apprehensive, and Maki looks almost...scared.

    “By the way, Leif, it’s not...normal, for you to pick up that creature, is it?”

    “Why wouldn’t it be?”

    “It could bite your hand off.”

    “Chompy is a nice girl. She only bites people that we fight.”

    “It is a baby Chomper.”

    “Chompy.”

    “If I may ask, you three… would you be willing to-”

    “If you’re gonna say take care of the crystal thing, yes. Leif is going to take that thing from you regardless of whether you want us to or not, and good luck fighting him.”

    “...Very well then. As far as the records go, it requires no food to survive, as it is technically not alive.”

    “See? Like us.”

    And the little beast chimes, happy to have found a friend.

[creepy-bi-day]

More writing from the plane:

Wake up Call

Liu fluff for @scary-mostaccioli

Wake up call maybe smut

Note:

Me: act normal

Autism: ChOmP cHoMp

Others: staring at me

Me: fuck

Apparently writing about tics makes them more happen

Tongue bleeding from biting to try stop saying the fucking chomp chomp shit

Chomp chomp chompers apparently now

It was hot.

That was the first thing you realized. The heat was almost overwhelming.

You shifted, desperate for something cool against your sweltering body. A familiar voice made a soft sound of protest as you shifted, arms tightening around your waist.

“Stop,” Liu whined, tugging you back against his chest. The ridges of his toned torso made your face flush, adding to the unbearable heat that was covering your body.

“Liu,” you whined, using the same tone. “It’s hot.”

“I’m cold,” he chided, voice cracking softly. You snorted a laugh, knowing he was lying.

“Let’s just kick off the blankets?” You tried. He hummed, the noise a quiet no.

“Then we’ll get cold,” he answered. You rolled your eyes, shifting in his hold and turning to face him.

The familiar sight of his beautiful green eyes was enough to make you weak in the knees, especially with the slight dusting of a blush due to the heat in the room.

“You’re going to overheat,” you lectured, tugging the blankets from his form. Liu closed his eyes, whining as he buried his face in the pillow.

“No,” he tried, dragging out the vowel adorably.

“How would Sully feel?”

“Probably lecture me and get pissed at you for not being assertive,” he stated lowly, peeking up at you and watching you as you tossed the down blanket over the edge of the bed.

A soft shiver ran down your spine as the cold air touched your sweat covered body.

Liu hummed, trailing his gaze over your form, taking in the fact that you were clad in his shirt and a light pair of shorts.

“You look cute,” he said quietly before meeting your gaze again. “When did you take my shirt?”

“Last night Jeff spilled some soda on mine,” you shrugged. He nodded, taking a deep breath before wrapping his arm around you and tugging you close.

His chest was bare, the familiar sight of stitches criss-crossing his torso never ceased to bring a sharp pain to your chest. It made you so sad to see him like that.

However, the familiar glint of metal piercing his navel and chest was always welcome.

To see him covered in scars from someone that should have loved him.

“Whatcha thinking about,” he asked, arms secured tightly around your waist and tugging you on top of his lithe form. You couldn’t help the soft giggle that left your throat at the movement.

You crossed your arms on his chest, leaning your head against the muscle of your forearms to watch his face.

“You,” you said quietly. Liu nodded, tightening his grip around you and flashing you a warm smile.

“What about me?” He teased. You rolled your eyes.

“How cute you’d be if you kissed me right now,” you muttered, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Liu hummed, closing his eyes and pursing his lips with a slight smile.

You couldn’t help the laugh at that, watching him crack his eyes open and feign a look of offense.

“You don’t want to kiss me?”

“Oh,” you mocked, teasing tone in your voice. “Is that all you want?”

“I’m too tired for much else,” he admitted sheepishly, flashing you a soft smile. You hummed, nodding at him.

“Same, and I’m getting a bit cold.”

“What did I tell you?”

“Shut up,” you whined, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. “There, I gave you one.”

“Hmm,” he mused, flushing slightly and never dropping the smile. “I think I need another for research.”

“Research?”

“To see if you taste as sweet as you sound.”

“Liu,” you chided, tapping his nose. He scrunched his face at that, not liking the feeling. “You already know how my kisses taste.”

He hummed, staring at you before sitting up, adjusting his hold around you to grip your hips lightly.

“I know, but I want more.”

“Then take them,” you teased, draping your arms over his shoulders as you straddled his lap. “They’re yours.”

[danganronpa-madness-imagines]

I’m done with myself.

So um I found this on google docs and I cant anymore omg.

Lots of cursing btw so ummmm yeah.

♥Mod Maki♥

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[not-so-secretly-alexandra]

Unicorn Obsession

Summary: Steve and Bucky brought you to a theme park. They loved bringing you everywhere and seeing you happy. But what happens when you become all gloomy?

Prompt: "That's it, we're going back for that unicorn."

A/N: Sorry my entry is delayed. I have no excuse. @mal-functioning-writer , it's still for you though... #Mals3kStash

Word count: I have no idea I'm sorry

This is my first time writing. + I've been a perfectionist. So, I hope you enjoy it!

This is as close as I could get to what I imagined... ⬇⬇⬇

"Hey, (Y/N)! What do you wanna do next?" Bucky gleamed. 

You were at the theme park. Steve had gone to buy some snacks while you and Bucky tried out every booth you could come across.

You were like a little sister to Bucky and Steve. They loved hanging out with you. They loved making you happy. They basically adopted you after meeting you. They found you in one of Stark's foundations and they became sort of the ones who take care of you now. 

***

You've never been to one, so they found a local carnival for you to go to. 

You rode the carousel. Watched the both of them play balloon pop and that hammer game, which ended up leaving a little competition between Steve and Bucky.You enjoyed watching because, you had to admit, you had a crush on both soldiers. But you were merely a teenager. So that didn't really matter a lot. You were having the best time. 

...

You practically begged for Steve to try face painting. You loved trying out new things, and you loved doing it with them. But in all his seriousness, all you got was 'no'. 

"I'm gonna go get us food." The super soldier said as he, kind of, ran off to avoid being done to him what you have been begging him about for the last 5 minutes. 

"Umm... wow. Is getting your face painted really that bad?" You asked Bucky who only hummed back, he wasn't really paying attention to you. He was enjoying the brush strokes, the wet paint that felt cold against his skin. You chuckled at his response. 

"Wow you really find that relaxing, huh?" You muttered under your breath, "Meanwhile, the other guy wouldn't even--" 

"W-what? You said something?" He flinched, startling the person who was putting on the paint. They huffed. They're  probably intimidated by now. You've been nudging Bucky's arm every now and then and it's become annoying. 

You shrugged and shook your head. You wanted to rant about how Steve was being uptighter than uptight lately. But the artist seemed too pissed, and just wanted to get it over with, you didn't bother. They were already scary beforehand. You took a step back but repeated the question anyways,"Is it really that bad? I mean, what's so bad about getting a little paint on your face?" 

They did your face first, then Bucky's. You had a little unicorn painted on your cheek. You specifically asked for the unicorn because it was your favorite animal. You didn't care that people thought you were weird because you still believed it was real.  You loved it, let them deal with it.  

"No, not at all. It's fine it's just..." Bucky replied once they were finished with his face. "He's just afraid, maybe,"

"Afraid of what? His face swelling? Welts?" You side-eyed him before turning to face him. "... is he afraid he won't be able to say anything patriotic because..." you held your breath up to your cheeks to make it look bloated and brought your hands up to your face, which only made you look more like a zombie. 

"Hey," you were cut off by Bucky giving you a 'don't even think about it' face. You giggled at that. He continued on answering your question, "he's afraid of not being taken seriously."

The paint on Bucky's face was made him look like a sweet little bunny.

"Then, why are you okay with it?"

"I'm used to it. And with what already happened, people will never take me lightly."

Bucky smouldered as he said that and you chuckled, finally realizing the sight in front of you. Never have you thought the winter soldier could look so innocent, ever. 

He had little bunny ears drawn on his temples, whiskers were drawn by the nose up to his cheeks and below his lip was white paint with black outline resembling chompers. It was hilariously contradicting to what he just said you wheezed. 

"What?" He looked so confused it only made you guffaw at the ex-assassin who was actually a sweet little bean bun. You never thought you'd see anyone purer for the rest of your life. 

"You're- you're so cute!" You managed to say as you tried to stop. 

But you couldn't stop laughing so Bucky just grabbed you by the back of your shirt and dragged you as he went on crossing out the list of rides for you to go. 

***

You played tons of games, went to tons of rides with them, but there were still tons more to explore. 

"Knock the bottles, win a prize!"

"Ooh, look! a unicorn!" You were making lovey dovey eyes staring at it. You pointed at the booth with a specific 24-inch sized plushie, "How 'bout we play that one, Buck?"

His eyes darting to the game then back to you, "You know I'm not good at this stuff..."

"Can you at least try?" You looked up at him with hopeful eyes. 

"We should probably wait for Stev--"

"Please," you pleaded before looking over the stuffed animal again, "it's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee!"

"Fine, doll." Bucky went to pay and play the game.

...

You and Bucky were staring at the abyss while you were at the bench. Your head was on his lap, your eyes were red from crying. 

"I've been looking all over for you! Where have yo-- woah, are you okay?" It was Steve. He looked so worried as he cupped your face to see if you were hurt. "What happened?" 

***

"Arrgh!" Bucky groaned as he made his last shot, still not hitting the bottles thrown with his right hand. He threw his head up and sighed in frustration before he hung it low and turned to look at you, "I'm really sorry, doll. I'm out of bucks."

He laughed dryly whilst you chuckled at his attempt to make a joke. It made him feel better to see you at least enjoyed his company. 

You reached behind and took your money and stretched your hand to give it to him. "Let's go again?"

***

You explained only parts of what happened but mostly told him, "it's okay because you're here now." 

You somehow left the part out where the prize was a unicorn. And you never told him you used all your money. 

Both you and Bucky stood from the bench, taking the food with newfound hope. You gave him a toothy grin. Steve was here, he could totally win that unicorn.

"Thanks, Steve." Bucky gave a wide tight-lipped smile after biting on the corn dog.

"Bucky... you got- you got... buck tee-nevermind." Steve realized what was painted on Bucky's face. Steve couldn't believe his eyes. What was happening? Okay, so the soldier finally feels unimpeded. He looked free and happy for once. It really matches his personality when he's just not the brainwashed Winter Soldier. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Hey, Steve, thanks!" You said as you realized you were famished. If Bucky couldn't do it, Steve can. He's been winning prized toys since the beginning of time. You chuckled at the thought and continued with your cotton candy.

You were about to ask Steve when he said, "Sorry to cut our time short, but work called. We gotta get back to the compound. Tony said to meet him there." 

Your face dropped. You were going home. But we didn't get the unicorn yet.

"Wait, we didn't get that plushie yet." Bucky tried to reason. "Steve..."

"I'm sorry, Buck, but we gotta be there in an hour. It's important." He sounded as apologetic as he could. 

Bucky gave in, he knew he wouldn't be able to hit that target any time soon. And Steve, he was the one who really was needed there. Bucky was just backup. 

You had just used up your money. All you wanted was that unicorn. You couldn't just give it up, but you couldn't do it by yourself either. You wanted Steve to play.

Where you were standing, you could see the unicorn clearly. Steve didn't seem to have noticed your eyes on the thing as he took your hand and walked to the automobile, basically making you run, trying to catch up to him. He was in a hurry, you could tell. His 6 and a half being, dragging your barely 5 ft. height, made it hard for you to keep up. He was literally sweeping you off the floor. 

"But Steve, you could do it."

"Whatever it is, we can come back for it. Alright?"

You looked to see Bucky right behind. He looked to you and saw the tears threatening to spill your eyes. He mouthed an 'I'm sorry' and hung his head, eyes on his feet. 

"But, Steve--" 

"What?" Steve stopped in his tracks.

"...nothing." you said as you wiped your tears that were already falling.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" he said seeing you already crying. Concern laced in his voice. He wiped the tears on your face. "I'm sorry. What's wrong, sweetie? You still wanna play? I could give you a-"

You shook your head and mumbled an,  'It's not that.'"We should go. You need to drop me off now. Mr. Stark is probably waiting for you now," you gave him a weak smile and motioned for all of you to get into the car. 

...

You didn't notice but the conversation you just had worried Steve greatly. You always gave way for them, even when there was something you wanted. You always just tried to let it go. But of course you had to mourn first.

The car was quiet as Steve drove. You sat in the back. You hid your face behind Bucky's seat, silently sobbing. You accidentally whimpered. You shot up before wiping more of your tears and pretended to hum innocently. 

But it was already too late because Steve heard you, and he wasn't having any more of this. "Alright, that's it. (Y/N), what's really going on? You've been quiet the whole ride!"

"It's nothing, really!" You nearly screamed telling him you were okay. "I'm fine, Steve!"

"You don't seem fine," Steve was raising his voice. "If you wanted to play more, I could have given you a couple more minutes!"

"It's not that, Steve! I told you it's not that!" you sobs were uncontrollable now that you were facing the situation. You never liked it, it gets you emotional over the smallest of things. Plus, the suspense in the little vehicle was too much.

Bucky took the popcorn from the bag of food that Steve bought. He wanted to help you make Steve understand this, but not this way. He figured it's time for you to explain things yourself. 

"Then what is it about?!"

"It's nothing, really!"

"Nothing?! Then, (Y/N), why are you crying?"

"You have to get back the the compound. Mr. Stark is waiting." You turned to face the window.

"(Y/N), just tell me what happened." He said, a little more gently. "What is this really about?"

"I didn't get that prized unicorn." You sniffed. 

"What?" Steve asked, completely confused. You wiped your remaining tears and giggled as the face he made reminded you of Bucky earlier. 

You sighed as you finally told him, "The prize for that game... the prize of the game Buck and I were playing, was a unicorn plushie. And I really wanted it." 

"Is that it? Is that what this is all about?" "Yes, but I really wanted it. And Buck tried to get it for me but you know that it's literally the only thing he can't do, even in the 40's."

Steve now understood everything. He knew how you loved unicorns. He also knew what trouble you would go through just to get another one for your collection. And a unicorn like that, he knew you weren't kidding.

Steve glanced at Bucky and scoffed, "You couldn't have used your metal arm for it?"

"Shut up. You're the one who keeps on talking about being fair all the time! I guess you rubbed it off on me..."

"And now you're broke."

"I was just trying to acknowledge my other arm for still being here. I wanted to show that it still has its use."

The car was silent again for a moment. Steve contemplated. He felt guilty for not spending more time with you and pay attention to you more. 

"That's it," suddenly, the car drifted, you heard the wheels screech, you were on the other side of the road.

You and Bucky gave him looks of bewilderment. Steve gave Bucky a look that he understood right away. You still looked ever so puzzled. 

Bucky flashed Steve that wide grin of his again and made him laugh and shake his head once more. He won't be able to move on until he washed his face. 

Steve said, with his game face on. "...we're going back for that unicorn."

Taglist: (people I'd like to give credit to for helping me and supporting me)

@maladaptive-ninja-returns @tarithenurse @dangertoozmanykids101

[art-of-zirio]

A quick scribble from last night and a better sketch this morning of fluffy mighty dad from @swiftwidget and @aoimikans‘s I Am... series. Everyone knows I’m weak to fluffy bitey beasts with cute chompers and claws and poofy tails so it was honestly inevitable that I latched onto this series so hard. And yes I will always imagine him to have new fangs to go with the spikes and claws because I am monster trash no surprises. So here please enjoy protective fluffdad and workout fluffdad.

Honestly I’m surprised if I can even post this without my laptop conking out again, I’m going to have to transfer everything online like a friend suggested quick before it reaches critical mass. So tired of losing my computers. /drags hands down face

Also I have a Ko-fi page now! Exciting~! I’m trying to rebuild a broken computer and get a scanner, so every bit helps.

[artexian]

The Date. (Part Two)

The second and final part to this little story I’ve been writing. I do plan to keep using these two of course, but for now, Please enjoy!

Suaco had recently managed to convince Vek to add some more casual clothes to his wardrobe, the Kobold wearing a neutral colored hoodie with some shorts, going barefoot as usual. Suaco himself having picked out a simple shirt and pants combo, not really feeling the need to dress up anything fancy-like.

"So, where are we going then Big Green? This one is not familiar with the 'hip' and 'cool' locations" Vek said, his fingers going up for exaggerated air quotes.

"Nowhere special, just the Pub. I took you there a long time ago when we first met" Suaco noted.

"This one remembers it as being loud and smelling of piss" He said, turning up his nose.

"Thats because we sat near the restroom." Suaco replied with a chuckle, leading his way down the stairs and out onto the street, glancing back as Vek hopped down the steps one at a time. Goddamn it was cute to watch. That was one of the things it took Suaco a while to get used to, the Kobold having much shorter strides then the dragon, causing him to need to usually walk slower if they ever went anywhere. His mind wandered to one of the first nights of them being together, where during the night he nearly barged the Kobold through a wall when he got up for a drink, completely forgetting about how small and less weighty Vek was.

Knowing that they were a little short for time, Suaco stooped down and grabbed the Kobold as he reached the bottom stair, casually placing the Kobold onto his shoulder and holding him there, again, much to Vek’s embarrassment.

"Vek can walk Big Green! This is entirely unnecessary"

"Maybe, but its fun!"

Vek grumbled to himself and let the dragon have his fun, ignoring some of the strange looks from passing people, The dragon whistling happily as they made their way down to the pub. It wasn't that far, about a ten minute walk, meanwhile the two scaled's made small talk, Suaco joking that he should grab another four Kobolds and start a balancing act.

"Completely impractical. Nobody would watch it, yes-yes"

"Maybe, but I think you are misunderstanding the point. Its a joke"

"Well, this one didn't find it very funny"

"You never find any of my jokes funny"

"Exactly" Vek replied, an uncharacteristically cheeky smile on his mouth as he looked down at Suaco's draconic visage from his shoulders. Suaco couldn't help but smile, eyes glancing upwards back at Vek.

As the pub came into view, Suaco slowly kneeled closer to the ground, allowing Vek the chance to climb down and plop onto the floor, his claws producing little click-clack noises as he made his way into the establishment from the pavement outside, Suaco generously holding the door open for him.

The pub, its name out the front reading "The Broken Bard", was a lively place, people and creatures of all shapes and sizes spending the late afternoon with friends and with drink. In the corner was a group of harpies, all taking photos of each other and complimenting their plumage, while at the bar was a mix and match of burly tradies, no doubt having a drink after a long day.

Vek had to take a moment to attune himself, the loud noises and laughter all a little much for him. He already missed the quiet of the apartment, where his books lay, waiting to be read so he could continue his work. He could feel his tail start to curl up against his leg and had to focus on stopping it, not wanting to appear nervous or weak.

With a sigh, he made his way to one of the free tables and clambered up onto a stool, his eyes only just barely coming up across the edge of the wooden surface. He sighed again and climbed up and onto the table itself, sitting cross legged and waiting for Suaco to sit down. Suaco did indeed sit down, taking the stool directly in front of Vek and resting all of his weight on it, the stool giving a creaking sound in return.

"So... a drink?"

"Alcohol is a waste of this ones time. Has much better uses in cooking or for a bomb, yes yes.”

Suaco glanced around for a moment and leaned in a little closer to Vek. "Maybe try not using the word 'bomb' in a public place like this." The dragon said quietly, although with how loud the place was, it wasn't really needed.

Vek raised his brow in response, the Kobold not being one to pay attention to current events. He disregarded his comment and moved past it, instead peering at the large chalkboards hanging over the bar, his tongue immediately poking out of the corner of his mouth as he read the titles of the drinks, Suaco meanwhile watching him with an amused expression on his face.

With a sigh, Vek began."This one supposes that in an effort to try new things, he will allow you to order something for him yes yes." He was acting above it all, but it was hard to hide the small smile on his face.

Suaco gave a nod and made his way to the bar, ordering a set of drinks for himself and a sweet-flavored cruiser for his smaller partner, making his way back through the crowd with ease and placing the drinks down on the table, retaking his seat and extending his hand to The brightly colored drink, Vek grasping it with both hands and popping the top off with his teeth.

"You know, thats probably bad for your chompers" Suaco said, his eyes following the bottle cap rolling off onto the floor.

"Kobolds can eat dirt, do you really think some flimsy metal will be a problem?" The Kobold replied, giving the beverage a sniff and letting the ingredients read through in his mind. While not one hundred percent accurate, he had a good grasp of what was in it and he found the smell passable at the very least. With Suaco looking on with much curiosity, Vek tipped the neck of the drink to his mouth, taking a mouthful and tasting the cool liquid, giving nothing away to the large dragon seated away from him.

There was a brief pause.

Its alright" Vek said, taking another drink as Suaco chuckled, opening up his own drink and downing it quickly. A large burp made its way out from his maw as he grinned, his eyes narrowing at Vek.

"I knew you'd like it little guy" He teased, Vek shifting a little as he avoided eye contact at the first hint of that nickname being dropped.

"Well...maybe this one should trust you more often. Who knows what has been... missed out on." Vek replied, opening up slightly to his partner.Suaco just smiled, happy to see Vek trying new things. They continued to talk and spend the night away, Vek forgetting all about the noise and sights, instead genuinely enjoying his time out for the first time in a long time, a fact that Suaco was not blind to. The sun set on the two scaled's, as their worries and problems seemed to disappear in each others company. While they talked and joked and spent the night away, a thought struck through Vek's head like an arrow, causing the Kobold to grin for the first time in a long time.

He was happy.

[verysmallcyborg]

Art Tag Game!          

tagged by @noiteazul !!!

1. One Insecurity

hmmm i guess one insecurity is finding myself struggling to get out of my comfort zone a little more often? 2. Two fears

my tablet giving out, and wrist pains getting too severe to draw much (thankfully they rarely happen but STILL)

3. Three (Art) Turn-Ons

when people pay a lot of attention to drawing sharp teeth (listen, i’m a big hoe for those big sharp chompers), fluent and lively poses, and like... a ton of pleasant or cool shading styles, especially ones that seem simple but still stand out?

4. Four Life Fandom/Art Goals

attempt to paint without doing lineart, maybe do more with traditional art (especially since i still have a huge case of chalk pastels), learn to expand on backgrounds and perspective, and maybe practice chibis?? like man. have you SEEN my pics, i draw so much serious or spicy stuff and it all takes Forever to do..... i should do more simple stuff sometimes

5. Five Things I Like Drawing

SHARP TEEEETH and mouths in general, cyborgs/androids/robots, monsters, suits, and muscles

who am i without any of those things LMAO

6. Six Weaknesses

poses with more motion, backgrounds, perspective, outfit designing, and probably legs?? how do those even work

7. Seven things I love

- greyscale (with or without one other color) - collabs or art trades with friends! like COLLABS ARE ESPECIALLY FUN I LOVE WHEN MY LINEART OR SHADING STYLE WORKS WITH SOMEONE ELSE’S STYLE.... ;_: - drawing my own ocs or friends ocs together, It Gives Me Life - colorful art that isn’t harsh on the eyes and is aesthetically pleasing - anything with GLOW TBH.... i’m a big glow hoe (if that wasn’t already evident in my art) - people who draw suits or snazzy outfits in general sOOO NICELY, and a bigger bonus if the shading is A+++ - seeing others who are very versatile in styles!! like... being able to draw cute simple stuff, but also having super detailed and realistic pics

i’m too shy to tag anyone so if u see this, feel free to do it if you want :3c

[impageddon]

Another Hit on the Head (Evil Plants AU fanfic)

After being a long while out of Tumblr, I finished this lil trash that I call a fanfiction.

Couldn’t think of a better title ;-;

My English is just intermediary (and this is my first fanfic in English) so yeah, don’t expect too much from it

PvZH belongs to Popcap, Evil Plants AU belongs to @lissandre-art-blog (hope you don’t get too disappointed on me, friend)

Special thanks to @irl-chomper for being so supportive =‘) Hope you don’t get disappointed too

    It wasn't a beautiful evening. Because of the huge dark clouds, anyone looking at the sky would think it was late night. It could start raining at any moment, and the thunders could, occasionally, be heard from afar.

    Most of people decided to stay home, not only because of the unfriendly weather, but also because Suburbia is filled with threats now. A bonk choy, walking along the street, humming a happy tune and jumping of joy… He is known as Grass Knuckles, and yes, he is one of those threats.

    Why so happy? Ah, just because he got more “trophies” after beating some guys. He kept humming, without any worries about the weather, walking towards his abandoned factory…

    …Actually, it's a Z-Tech factory, but he says he owns it, just like all the stuff he stole from his victims.

    He got even more excited after hearing footsteps, imagining that it was another person dumb enough to try to defeat him. However, after turning around, he found out that the street was empty.

    - Who's there?

    No response, just the sound of the wind. He kept walking, trying to convince himself that it was just an impression. Yeah, he probably just heard the sound of his landing after a jump.

    As he kept his way, no longer humming and jumping, but still in a happy mood, he started to feel that someone was watching him. But who? The streets were empty! He started paying atention to the houses, trying to find the source of this weird feeling. Some people were looking at the scenery through the window, but the first sight of the green villain was enough to make all of them close the curtains.

    After some more insecure walking, he finaly reached the spot he wanted. However, he didn't get rid of that feeling. If someone was really watching him, that person would discover his safe place.

    - Who's there? Stop being such a coward and face me!

    Again, there was no response; just a thunder in the background. Without alternatives, he stepped on the sidewalk and started running, making his way through the buildings, hoping to mislead his supposed follower before reaching the fence.

    Finally, he climbed the fence and went to his factory.

    - What was that?! - He wondered after closing the door. - It… It was just an impression, right? Yeah! Nothing serious! Well, you've had a long day, Grass Knuckles! You deserve some rest.

    He smiled at his new spoils beforing adding them to a pile of things, and then decided to drink some water and, well, rest.

    However, he couldn't rest for too long.

    After some minutes, when he was about to take a nap, someone knocked on the door, scaring him. Nobody was supposed to know!

    - WHAT??!! - He took a deep breath after shouting. - Who… Who is there?

    - Theodore! - The visitor giggled after replying. The voice was familiar to Grass Knuckles, but he couldn't recognize it. Actually, he didn't remember anyone whose name was Theodore.

    - Theodore? Theodore who?

    - Theodore isn't open so I had to knock.

    He screamed of anger after realizing he fell into a knock knock joke. The joker, however, couldn't stop laughing. That laughter was so unmistakable that Grass Knuckles couldn't even believe it.

    “What… What is he doing here?!” He thought.

    The plant villain answered the door, finding a zombie… A very famous imp… In front of him, that got defensive right after.

    - Grass Knuckles! I challenge you! - Impfinity said, jolly, like if that was some kind of game.

    Those words filled the bonk choy with adrenaline. The perfect opportunity to destroy the multiplying pest!

    However, when he was about to start the battle, something made him stop.

    - Sorry… I won't fight an imp.

    - Wait… What?! - The imp couldn't avoid making a frustrated face.

    - Yeah, I refuse to fight you.

    - WHY?!

    - Don't you realize that a single strong punch might be enough to break all your bones? Too weak! Not my level.

    - Says the guy who fights civilians.

    - They're not as fragile as you. But hey, you should be happy! I'm sparing you!

    Impfinity was furious, but suddenly, a smile and an idea.

    - Alright then, I'll just come back to the headquarters and tell Zomboss your hiding spot. He'll probably send someone else to fight you. - He turned around, but couldn't even start walking. Grass Knuckles grabbed him by the arms, trying to make sure he wouldn't press the button on his belt.

    - You're not going anywhere! - He said, pushing the zombie hero to the factory and holding his arms again right after. Impfinity tried to break free, but Grass Knuckles was stronger.

    The plant closed the door.

    - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KIDNAPPING ME?!

    - I can't fight you because it would be unfair, but you'll expose me if I let you go. That's the only option left! - The imp froze. - Aw, this expression of fear is so cute and satisfying!

    The zombie quickly kicked the bonk choy, trying to find another way to break free, but it didn't work. Grass Knuckles was too tough. Maybe a bite would be a good solution? He's a vegetable after all, right? Impfinity stepped back in order to get closer.

    The plant villain tried to avoid the high-pitched scream, but couldn't. That pest had just biten his leaf! That hurts! He accidentally released the imp, that activated his belt right after.

    A flashing light, and then, two identical imps in the room.

    Grass Knuckles stared at them. Both were in a fighting position, clearly calling the plant for a fight.

    But there was something wrong.

    Impfinity wouldn't come face to face with Grass Knuckles alone, and would clone himself a hundred times at the first chance, and not only once.

    - Should have accepted my challenge when there was just one of me! - One of the imps said before giggling.

    - Alright. - Grass Knuckles decided to play along after seeing a blue thing through the window that allowed him to have an idea of what Impfinity's plan was. - I really don't want to fight, but if you insist… Just don't cry when I break you.

    “He thinks he can deceive me… Foolish.”

    Yay! - The Impfinities celebrated before separating, one going to the right and the other to the left, but both heading towards Grass Knuckles. The plant tried to keep an eye on both of them, and as soon as one jumped, he punched him.

    The imp hit against the villain's pile of trophies, and at the same moment, Grass Knuckles felt something hitting his “head” pretty hard from behind.

    He attacked the other imp, that had just jumped on him and kicked his head, but this one wasn't taking it easy. He used the bonk choy's leafy arm as a support to jump over him, grabbing and pulling his “hair” before landing.

    Even with the pain, Grass Knuckles could turn around brutally, throwing the imp, that hit against the wall.

    He looked at the window after remembering that there was something there. It was just the time to realize that the other Impfinity was about to jump on him. His first reaction was a simple push, just enough for him to don't get hurt.

    He was about to try landing a punch when, again, the other imp jumped on him from the behind. Fortunately (for Grass Knuckles), there was no kick this time. The zombie just decided to stay on his head to annoy him and hamper his movements.

    The bonk choy simply grabbed him by the arms and slammed him against the floor. He wasn't great, so that was enough to make him poof.

    The imp left couldn't avoid gasping.

    “A clone, like I expected.” Grass Knuckles thought. Impfinity doesn't poof when badly hurt, but his clones do. “Now it's time to check the other one…”

    The zombie hero jumped and landed near the window, trying to get some distance, and then pressed the button on his belt.

    The plant villain ran towards him.

    A flashing light. Grass Knuckles decided to give his theory a try and looked at the window. He was right. Another Impfinity jumped through it and, prepared, the bonk choy grabbed him by the feet before the landing and used him to hit the other, that poofed. Then he slammed this newcomer imp against the floor twice, making him poof as well.

    “Yes!”

    The plant villain decided to go outside. There, he found exactly what he expected to find: a tower of Impfinities near the window.

    - Ops… - One of them said.

    - Dismantle! Dismantle! - The orders could be heard, probably from the original Impfinity.

    The imps on the top started to jump, in a sequence, trying to dismantle the tower. Grass Knuckles ran towards it, hitting the ones on the bottom, destabilizing the tower.

    - Strike!

    The ones that couldn't jump fell. Some poofed after hitting the ground, some didn't, and a small amount could use their acrobatic abilities to land safely.

    Grass Knuckles decided to take advantage of this lack of stability. He grabbed one of the imps that was trying to get up after a very high fall and tried to throw him at one of the unhurt imps. Fortunately, he dodged, and then hit the button on his belt several times.

    Some kind of electricity came from the “bulb” on his head, and new Impfinities appeared.

    - Original! I was looking for you! - Grass Knuckles said, laughing, after realizing he almost hit the real Impfinity.

    - I know! - Impfinity smiled.

    - This is your last chance: I don't want to fight you! Surrender! - The plant lied. He really wanted to beat Impfinity, but even with all that cheating, he still felt that that fight was too much for an imp.

    - Oh, don't worry! You won't fight just me. You will fight me, me, me, the other me, and me, and some more “mes”!

    - I would even say this is unfair if you weren't so weak…

    They stared at each other for a while. Suddenly, Grass Knuckles felt another kick on his head.

    - Hey! - He turned around, finding a bunch of clones, that jumped on him right  after. One pulled the hair, other touched the eye, other bited… It was chaos.

    - Come on, guys! Let's get the jump! - He heard Impfinity while trying to break free.

    Okay, maybe fighting a multiplying imp wasn't a very good idea.

    He grabbed one of the clones that were on him and used it to hurt the others, making them poof, since they had already fallen from a tower. Then, he threw this same clone at the Impfinities that were heading towards him. Many jumped to dodge, but most of them got hit and fell down; the one that was thrown poofed.

    Again, the clones reunited to get the jump on him. He could punch some of them, and they instantly poofed.

    All the tension was starting to make Grass Knuckles lose control.

    The ones he couldn't punch divided roles. Some tried to grab his arms to make him unable to attack, some kept pulling his hair. He could see one of the Impfinities run towards him and jump on him, kicking his head… Once more.

    Grass Knuckles's headache got even worse, and everyone started to get the jump on him. He slowly started to feel unable to move because of all those imps.

    The villain screamed and used his strength to break free. Many imps were thrown. He grabbed one by the feet and, again, used it to hit the others.

    All these were poofed, except for one, that was protected by some of the others.

    After that, the plant could see more Impfinities trying to get the jump on him.

    “NOT AGAIN!”

    He did his best and punched all the clones he could punch. Some surprised him, but he grabbed these ones and threw at the others. All of them were poofing.

    The original Impfinity was in the middle of the battle, of course. He doesn't like to make his clones fight while he just watches, he wants to fight as well. With the help of his clones, he could stay safe, but all of the clones were dying.

    The plan was “put pressure and make Grass Knuckles tired”. He thought that it would help, but that didn't seem to be a good strategy anymore. Grass Knuckles was only getting angrier and angrier. That was turning him into a fighting machine, and changing the plan wasn't an option at the moment.

    The clones were dying, and he had to make more.

    The zombie hero decided to run from the fight to be safe. There, he could start hitting his belt, making more identical imps. Grass Knuckles, however, saw the electricity and tried to throw a clone at it, hoping to hit the real Impfinity, that quickly dodged and watched the poof.

    “I won't get rid of this problem if I don't focus the original.” The villain thought.

    Impfinity turned around and found Grass Knuckles running towards him. The plant tried to punch the imp, that was faster and used the bonk choy's arm as a support to jump over him.

    The villain, unsatisfied, headed towards Impfinity again, that looked at the fence and saw an oportunity. He started to run in the direction of the fence, followed by Grass Knuckles. The imp was faster, and still cloned himself, trying to slow the plant down.

    Finnaly, Impfinity jumped and landed on the other side of the fence. Grass Knuckles started climbing it as the zombie decided to run and find a safe place.

    - You can't run from me, Impfinity! - The bonk choy said. Meanwhile, behind a house, the imp took a deep breath and started cloning.

    - We're gonna try getting the jump on Grass Knuckles when he shows up, like a surprise party. - He whispered.

    The plant, however, saw the unmistakable electricity that comes from Impfinity when he clones himself and got ready.

    At the moment he showed up, the Impfinities jumped on him, but he could, again, grab one and use it against the others. The original jumped off before getting hurt and cloned a bit more, running right after.

    - No way! - Grass Knuckles threw the clone at him. This time, he couldn't dodge. In fact, he didn't even see that coming.

    Impfinity was slowly getting up when his thrown clone gasped and jumped. He turned around and found the plant villain really close to him. His first reaction was to make some more clones while trying to get up, but Grass Knuckles, like always, grabbed one of the imps. He threw it at the original, again, that, this time, ended up hitting the head against the ground.

    Finaly, Grass Knuckles punched the real Impfinity. The evil plant made sure to punch him right in the belt's button, to break it. The few clones that were still alive, trying to push Grass Knuckles away, immediately poofed.

    - Boy, I'll be honest! - The bonk choy laughed. - For a moment, I really thought that you had a chance! I'm impressed! Or should I say… Impressed?

    Impfinity loves imp puns, but that one didn't make him happy. In fact, the only thing he could feel was the pain. If you wanna make him suffer, break his belt. It's not only a way to prevent him from cloning and instakill all the clones, but it's also very painful.

    - This terrible headache I'm feeling was worth it. Watching your pain is priceless! - Impfinity could hear Grass Knuckles' voice. He looked at the plant and found out that he was about to get punched right in the face.

    - NO! - He rolled to the side, making Grass Knuckles punch the ground and scream right after.

    The zombie hero got up quickly, his hand on the broken button. He started running with some difficulty, trying to escape.

    Impfinity turned a corner and ran along an alley. It took him a while to find supports to make a high jump, high enough to reach the roofs. With a smile, he ran towards a pipe, that didn't break because of the imp's lightness, and jumped on it, trying to land on an awning, in order to use it as a trampoline and reach the roofs, where he would be safe and could start making his way to the headquarters.

    However, as expected, Grass Knuckles followed him, even after hurting his hand by punching the ground. When he saw that his victim was about to escape, he got a trash can lid and threw it at Impfinity, that couldn't land correctly after getting hit.

    The zombie slipped and fell. Grass Knuckles approached and lifted him, only so he could land a strong punch. Right after, he slammed Impfinity against the wall, and only then his expression of anger and hate turned into a creepy smile.

    - I won! - He said jolly before releasing the imp, that moaned a little after falling on the ground. His legs couldn't stand anymore, and he could barely move. - Congratulations, Impfinity. You're the hardest opponent I've ever faced! But, of course, wasn't able to defeat me. Well, now that I've beaten you, it's time to get my prize, and this cloning machine you're wearing seems pretty cool.

    - Please… Don't…

    - Yeah, I liked it. It's mine now. - Grass Knuckles' smile widened. - Wait a second… Just remembered that I have to kidnap you! - He laughed.

    Impfinity was going to say that he told Zomboss the plant's hiding spot right after stalking him earlier, before fighting, but then he realized that it was better to keep that information as a secret.

    Not to mention that he could barely speak as well.

    - Boy… - Grass Knuckles stared at the belt. - I shouldn't have broken it. How am I going to check if I can clone myself now? And I'm not good at fixing things… If I only had a friend that…

Flashback ON

    - Grass Knuckles… You're very good at breaking things.

    - Yeah, I know…

    - Hey, don't be sad. It's ok to be clumsy! Just... Try to be careful. It's a cell phone after all, and not just a toy… I mean, it's not a toy, but it really looks like a toy to me… This old human tech…

    - But can you fix it?

    - Of course I can!

    - Thank you! Boy, it's really great to have a tech expert as a friend.

    - Citron will always be here for you!

Flashback OFF

    Grass Knuckles lost his balance. What… What was that?

    Was that… A memory?

    He knew that he was a hero before turning into an evil green robber, and he knew that he had friends, but that sudden memory… It was good to have a friend. It was good to have Citron by his side.

    The plant felt split. He was happy with his current life as a bad guy, accumulating goods, beating people and watching them suffer… But there was a part of him that wanted to remember more, a part that missed Citron's friendship, and not because he's good at fixing things.

    Even knowing that he used to be good, that was the first time Grass Knuckles felt that way after becoming a villain. He knew he was good, but he couldn't remember that it was good to be good.

    Where is Citron now? What happened to him? What happened to the others? Who are the others?

    The plant felt the first drops of rain splashing on his face and hands, and it got intense quickly.

    “This is going to be a real storm.” He thought.

    At that moment, he saw Impfinity on the ground.

    - Impfinity? Are you there? - There was no response. He approached and found out that the imp was unconscious.

    “Oh boy… What have I done? Of course, Impfinity is a pest… And he asked for it... But… He was already defeated, I didn't need to… Hurt him like that… I haven't killed him, have I? I hurt people, but I'm not a killer!”.

    - Hey, wake up! - He tried shaking the imp, but, again, no response.

    Grass Knuckles took a deep breath.

    “I was going to kidnap him anyways…” The bonk choy decided to take the zombie hero with him and go the factory, where Impfinity could rest and get better.

    None of them realized that the fight had an audience, that watched everything through the windows since they left the factory. These people, too scared to intervene, closed their curtains with sadness after seeing the villain's victory. The alley got empty, just Grass Knuckles carrying Impfinity, heading towards the factory, trying to comprehend the feeling that the memory brought, on a rainy and dark night.

Hope u liked it *hides*