#HIII FISH TYSM FOR THESE

[bulletdyke]

2, 6, and 16 for the art asks!!!

HIIII FISH :)) :) :)))

2. 5 favs of yr work

ohhhh thats. thats such a tricky one cuz i almost never do full, finished pieces, its always just sketches..

if i had to choose, probably these.. but again i dont rly have a lot to choose from haha. the watercolour one is the first time i properly worked with it outside of school, for context. also idk why the hell the photo is so crunchy mb.AND! the green one had a ref from pinterest

+the fifth one is charlottes character sheet, which is probably the best thing ive ever made TBH.. but im not gonna reveal that yet ^_^

6. which artists inspire u rn?

HGHGHGH. ive never thought about this actually. i think inspiration doesnt really come from the art itself for me, but the artists attitude About art. anyone that fucks around and does whatever they want and really puts their genuine selves on the page is hella inspiring to me no matter what their art looks like, and it motivates me to do better

16. whats the most daunting part of yr process?

hmm. that awkward stage between having the composition and basic sketch laid out -> actually drawing is real stressful lmao.i never know what exactly to do... should i clean up the sketch? is it better to just redraw it completely? should this be cleaner? how do i even make it cleaner.... etc

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[wendichester]

Hiii! I love your blog <3

May I request Sam and Dean x reader (could be together, could be sepperate, I don't mind, as long as it's with established relationship) where reader has a few piercings and always wears like lots of rings and bracelets and does her own nails constantly?

I was thinking for piercings like, a bunch in the ears, either angel fangs or snake bites (I'm a sucker for lip piercings), tongue piercing, maybe even a septum?

Tysm!!

⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 pierced,

summary. just another day at the bunker being cooler than sam and dean combined together

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester

wordcount. 418

notes. i just feel like an oc like this would leave them fumbling and stumbling over their feet. such cuties

The sound of metal clinking against metal fills the bunker as you slip on your favorite rings, stacking them on nearly every finger. A collection of bracelets dangles from your wrists, jingling softly with each movement. You’re sitting cross-legged at the war room table, carefully painting your nails a deep, glossy black, utterly focused on the task at hand.

Dean leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with an amused grin. “Y’know, sweetheart, you’ve got more hardware on you than my car.”

You smirk without looking up, blowing lightly on your freshly painted nails. “And I wear it better, too.”

Sam chuckles from his spot at the table, where he’s buried in research. His eyes flicker over to you, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “It’s impressive, honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without at least five rings on.”

“Seven, actually,” you correct, holding up your hands to show off the intricate silver bands adorning your fingers.

Dean pushes off the doorframe and walks over, tilting his head to examine you more closely. His eyes linger on your lip piercings—the angel fangs glinting in the light—and the small hoop in your septum. “Doesn’t all that metal get annoying?” he asks, though his tone is more curious than critical.

“Nope,” you reply, popping the “p” as you set down the nail polish bottle. “I like how it feels. And it looks cool, right?”

Dean’s eyes narrow playfully. “You fishing for compliments, or what?”

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back in your chair with a confident smirk. “Maybe.”

Sam snorts, shaking his head. “She doesn’t need to fish. You’ve been staring at her like she’s a shiny new toy since she sat down.”

Dean shoots him a glare. “Yeah, well, you’re not any better, Mr. Puppy-Dog Eyes.”

Your cheeks warm slightly, but you roll your eyes to cover it up. “You two are impossible.”

Dean grins, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to smudge your freshly painted nails. “And you love it.”

You can’t help but laugh, swatting at him lightly. “Lucky for you, I do.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Sam says, spinning his chair around and sitting on it backward. “How about you finish your nails, and we grab a beer after? I think we’ve earned it.”

You smile, picking up the nail polish again. “Deal. But don’t think this gets you out of complimenting me later.” You playfully glare at Dean.

Dean smirks. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

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[beelinx]

hihihi! i loovee your recent percy jackson works and i was wondering if i could please request headcanons or a smau of percy jackson x child of apollo?? (or just general) no pressure, love your writing! 🩷🩷

a/n: hiii 😭❤️ tysm for the request ! i couldn’t choose between headcanons or smau so i did both </3

If there is one thing Percy is once you two are together is down bad.

We’ve all seen it, that man is lovesick to the bone.

Honestly I’d say he’s willing to get on his knees for you any day.

We all know he’s a loyal man — it literally is his fatal flaw.

Still though I felt it was important to add because he will not let any negative thoughts plague your mind.

You will literally never doubt his fidelity because he makes sure you know just how devoted he is to you and how much he loves you <3

Mostly because he says it non-stop.

Also because of how much he does for you.

Firm believer that actions speak louder than words, so be ready to have him constantly offer to do stuff for you.

Door? Opened.

Food? Already paid for.

House? Scrubbed every little inch.

He may not be the best at some of these skills, but he will always try his hardest for you.

I feel like I have to follow that up with this: He may be loyal, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be an asshole to others.

I always see people say it’s a red flag if your boyfriend opens the door for girls, or if he lets them down kindly while rejecting them.

But honestly I’d say it just shows how much of a gentleman he is.

If he treats other girls like shit then he is not worth it.

And trust me Sally raised that man right he will be a gentleman.

Also — when you finally get to meet Sally, she’s obsessed with you.

Anyone who makes her son that happy is a friend of hers, but it also helps how well you two end up getting along the first time you meet.

She definitely shows you the embarrassing picture album…

Percy would love for you to meet Estelle.

Whenever he sees you playing with her he gets filled with so much joy it’s insane.

I feel like he'd like to go on beach dates a lot.

He'd try to introduce you to the fish.

Okay now focusing more on the child of Apollo part

My favorite thing about Apollo kids is how varied they can be.

Like you can be in that cabin for singing, poetry, medicine, archery, etc.

You can find every single type of person there and I love that.

He’d love you for any hobby you have, honestly he just really likes how talented you are.

Percy would just really admire your passion and dedication to your craft.

BUT if you were a medic then he would just love to have you fussing over him whenever he gets an injury.

Sort of like Leo I do believe he’d go to the infirmary just for little scraps in order to see you.

For my musically talented Apollo kids, I think he loves to hear you playing your instrument / hearing you sing more than any other melody ever.

Honestly after all he’s gone through your music helps him calm down and feel relaxed.

Sometimes he’d just sit by when you’re practicing but ends up falling asleep by how peaceful he feels

Might go one step further and add that I believe this could also somewhat fit with the poets.

The way your voice sounds when you recite your poems leaves him so <3

Sometimes he thinks your dad is pretty annoying but, in the end, one of the nicer gods.

Overall, definitely one of the sweetest bfs ever who would literally do anything for you!

I'd say he'd even fight a god but honestly he'd probably do that just because (already does).

[greasergirlxoxo]

hiii! could you do ponyboy x reader hcs? i love your work so far, no pressure at all, tysm🫶

Ponyboy Dating HCs ‧₊˚💅🏻⊹

author's note ᯓᡣ𐭩 I can't tell if I like these or not, but whatever. Hope you enjoy!!!

warnings ᯓᡣ𐭩 mentions of smoking

It's cliche, but I don't care because you guys would totally meet by you dropping your books and him going to help you pick them up

He looked like a fish the way his mouth was open when he finally looked at you and just froze there for a good minute

100% quality time guy like all he wants is to be around you

You could be in different rooms of the house with the whole gang there and just knowing your presence is there, he's completely content

I can't tell if he likes words of affirmation

He's no doubt good with his words, but would he ever say them out loud, probably not

It's more probable that he just stares at you for a minimum ten minutes with a hundred of compliments running through his head

As much as he can't give compliments, he can't receive them either

He does not know how to take a compliment AT ALL

He's not big on PDA and the most he'll do is hold your hand or put and arm around your shoulder

Even when another guy's flirting with or bothering you, still no PDA, but he will go off on the person. Like I said before, he is good with his words so you can bet he'll win any verbal battle (Especially if it's to defend you)

Obviously watching sunsets together

If you aren't together during a sunset sometimes he'll call you so you can still somewhat watch it with each other

For my teen drama girlies, he loves to hear you rant about the tv show your watching. He's so invested too, he's like 'Vanessa did What?! I thought she was with Brad tho!". Similarly, he'll rant about his books to you

Hiss fav thing is when you guys are snuggling on the couch and you're watching your show and he's reading his book. And there will be ABSOLUTELY NO TALKING

Ponyboy is known to be very stubborn, especially when it comes to smoking. You've tried to make him quit, but he doesn't so you've just started hiding his cigarettes

He gets so mad and either thinks Darry hid them to make him quit or Dally stole them for himself. He would never expect it was you tho

WORST STUDY PARTNER

You'd think he'd be fine, and you'd be just working on it together like normal people, but no

He gets so distracted by you to the point where Darry kicks you out of the house if Pony has to do his hw

He hates when anyone touches his hair because it's mostly the gang ruffling it up just to mess with him, but the minute you start running your hands through his hair, he's out like a light

He's definitely a nervous yapper

Like when you were first talking, he would say anything and everything just because he was nervous around you (probably shared to much about his personal life too, especially his home situation)

Honestly, even after you two are dating he still yaps. It's less of a nervous thing tho and more just ranting to you

He definitely asked Darry for an allowance just so he could have money to buy you things (Darry said no, but it was worth a shot)

Instead he resorts to making you things like a poem or a drawing

After any track race he runs to you to tell you how he did, whether good or bad

If good, he'll be all prideful and shows off his medal

If bad, he's pouting and blaming someone else like 'That kid cut me off' or 'He had a false start'

Movie dates are a MUST

Except horror movies because he just can't. He'd rather go to a chic flick with you than sit through a horror movie, I'm sorry

Sometimes Johnny comes too and Pony feels kinda guilty. First of all for inviting Johnny on your date and second for making Johnny a third wheel, but literally he has nothing to worry about because neither you or Johnny are complaining

And if you don't get along with Johnny, you can't be with Pony

Wasn't too nervous for you to meet his brothers, but the WHOLE gang was a different story. I mean, we all know Dally, Two-bit, and Steve like to mess with Pony a little too much so when he brings you home....good luck (Darry kept them in check mostly)

Soda ADORES you

He thinks your puppy love relationship is so cute and acts like the proudest parent ever

Darry's indifferent to you. He doesn't really care that you're dating Pony. Once he gets used to you, he treats you the same as Pony tho. You're his little sister now and there's nothing you can do about it

If you forget to wear a jacket, too bad because Pony forgets his EVERY TIME, but he makes it known that if he remembered his he would've given it to you

Definitely has a secret admirer phase

He's slipping love letters in your locker, giving you anonymous gifts, buys you flowers for you to find in random places

Its also after you've started dating so you know it's him and yet he still tries to make it a secret

He insists on walking you home to 'protect' you which is funny considering he gets more scared than anyone

He once jumped out his skin just from a squirrel jumping down from a tree (He might've held onto you for dear life too)

You were his date to the school dance

He was obviously freaking out before hand because he had no idea how to tie a tie (Darry had to help him)

He's such a sweet boyfriend, but at the same time has no idea what he's doing

[ppnuggiex]

hiii!! i saw that your reqs are open <3 i'd like to req a mephi headcanon where the reader is a rlly busy & active student and they barely have time to meet even at school but reader can do meetings and work stuff with others! and he gets all jealous n sulky HEHE i think it would be a silly cute fluffy hc... thank u 💗🫶

　　　　　　MEPHISTOPHELES x gn reader

　　　　『　mephistopheles ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> mephisto getting jealous and needy when reader gets really busy

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, angst w/ comfort ,, some insecurity and doubt from mephisto ,, jealousy from him as well

　　— omg i just realized it said headcannon right now ,, and i was in the middle of writing a oneshot for it 😭 so ill link the oneshot that goes with it to this :3 ! these are kinda long ,, but tysm for requesting ! i love this guy sm ,, hes quite literally the text book definition for babygirl prove me wrong 🙄🤚 feel free to request anymore for mephisto :D !! hope you enjoy these headcannons <3 !!

| • its not rare for mephistopheles to feel left out when around you . after all ,, you did have pacts with all the avatars and were more than acquainted with two angels ,, a reaper ,, one of the wisest and strongest humans the human realm had to offer and were chummy with diavolo and barbatos .

| • it did make him question why you hung around him some days . he didnt mean much ,, just the son of a wealthy noble family within devildom . he may have known diavolo as a child ,, but it wasnt the same . it never felt the same ,, especially after lucifer had shown up in devildom .

| • what did you see in him ? compared to everyone else you knew ,, he wasnt much to you . at least ,, thats how he felt and what he thought . somehow ,, you saw more than just his wealth and title . you saw more of him ,, his interests and dislikes .

| • he didnt think of himself as that interesting ,, but he never let it get to him . though the fact you two were in a relationship meant more to him than you'd every know .

| • days turning to weeks that slipped into months of pining after you . money spent on gifts to give ,, only to be shoved into your hands as he looked away to hide his desire in his eyes ,, mumbling something about how he saw it and thought a human like mightve wanted it or whatever excuse he could fish out .

| • so mephistopheles understood that you get busy . after all ,, being apart of the exchange student program while being a student council member and doing your best to keep the brothers (namely mammon) in line was tiring . and ontop of it all was a shift you usually worked with mammon to help him with his debts . anything to get him to start working towards having less bills and debts to pay off .

| • he knew you worked hard ,, but it didnt stop his mind from being plagued with not the nicest thoughts . he couldnt stop himself from wandering if youre purposely taking on more work to keep yourself busy and away from him . was it true ? he hoped it wasnt ,, but he wouldnt be surprised . he wasnt as interesting as the seven brothers were . nor did he have money or power like diavolo and barbatos ,, or solomon . he was far from being holy and pure like raphael and simeon . he wasnt as funny or affectionate as thirteen either ,, he knew that .

| • but every time you would text him an apology ,, he couldnt help but bite the vile feeling in his heart . how it clenched in his chest whenever he would read the message and reply with reassurance that it was okay . even if it didnt feel okay .

| • it didnt help with how he would see one of the brothers clinging to you in the halls the next day . how you seemed to go unaware of his sorrows ,, yet it would be rude to march up and demand your attention ,, relationship or not .

| • at least ,, you werent aware of it until you dropped by the newspaper club room with a gift in hand for your lover . you realized you had gotten busy and carried away ,, barely seeing him in the halls and missing his texts when he'd send them during class or work .

| • a small treat from madame scream's and some matching jewelry you had saved up for held close to your torso as you opened the door ,, eyes catching mephistopheles as a smile curled on your lips .

| • you would apologize for neglecting him ,, presenting him with your gifts as you awaited for a response . it took him a few moments to realize the situation ,, emerald eyes wide with emotion and heart beating frantically within his chest .

| • a pout formed on his lips ,, standing up from his chair and pulling you into his embrace . his arms snug around you ,, trying to prevent himself from showing anymore weakness than he already was . especially in r.a.d. where anyone could walk in and see how vulnerable he was .

| • " thank you my dear ." he whispered ,, pressing a kiss to your head and opening the present box . inside were two necklaces ,, resembling hearts and two different letters on each one . a 'm' on one for his name ,, and another to match the first letter of your name . intertwined together ,, he unraveled the necklaces from each other ,, witnessing the half heart they made when taken apart .

| • “ i can help you put it on !” you offered with a smile ,, hand held out . he placed his half in your palm ,, leaning down to let you put it on . he shivered slightly when the cold metal brushed against his warm neck ,, your hands rustling lightly against his hair as you clipped it on .

| • he would forever treasure your gift ,, hiding it under his r.a.d. uniform but sometimes you could see the chain peak out around his neck . it would take more communication between you two ,, but you would help with his insecurities and make him feel as loved as you could .

| • whether he would tell you or not ,, after this incident you were quick to figure out when he felt isolated and left out ,, alone with his jealousy and sorrow . you promised not to let him get like that again ,, letting him know you would always be there for him whenever he felt this way .

[happilyobsessing]

(hiii omg thank youuuu hehe <3 🥺 here's some prompts in the meantime since it will take me a bit to get to the ask!!) for sfw: 6 & 10 and nsfw: 4 & 13 for a ship of your choice? :3

Tysm for the ask! Surprise, surprise, I'll answer these prompts for Weiler and Emmrich because they are currently consuming me body, mind, and soul. If anyone else would like to send a prompt, please find the original post here - my ask box is open!

Shipping Headcanons

SWF

#6 - Going out to eat: who pays? Who orders the most food, and who has dessert?

Emmrich adores taking Weiler out to eat. She unfortunately has very little experience of going out to dine - only going to an inn for the first time when she joins Varric's mission - and for a man with such a refined and extensive palate as Emmrich he simply cannot allow that to continue. It brings him great joy to see her eyes widen then flutter closed as she moans around mouthfuls of fragrant soups, steaks that melt on the tongue, the most delicate fish that flakes under the very suggestion of her fork. She cannot read, so he reads the menu out loud for her asking what she would like at every course. "Yes, the King Prawns in red chili oil do sound divine, and would you enjoy the focaccia as well? You won't want to waste a single drop of that oil. Splendid, that will pair perfectly with your linguine and mussels, and do make sure you save room for dessert, dearest. I have no doubt that you will love the lemon sorbet." Both have healthy appetites, and soon their table is groaning under the weight of platters and bowls and cutlery. It is an easy enough thing for Emmrich (once Weiler is distracted by slurping up her dinner) to slip the necessary payment to the waiter's hand each time. A light coin purse is an easy sacrifice to make when gains so much pleasure watching her recline back in her seat, her belly a little rounder than before, and a food-drunk grin splitting across her face.

#10 - Any pets? Plants?

Weiler has no experience of keeping anything alive (notorious, frenetic, traumatised assassins don't have the most experience with those particular skills) and Emmrich is fastidious with the cleanliness of his study and living spaces. But as Harding's garden begins to bloom, Weiler finds herself spending more and more time amongst the flowers, silently following her friend as she gardens. Every now and then she'll point at a plant, ask a simple question ("What's that one?" "That one?" "This?") and nod slowly at Harding's patient responses. In time, the scout has Weiler helping with easy tasks such as watering and de-heading dead flowers and the assassin finds the routine soothing. As the garden blooms, she notices a tiny spiderette sprouting from the end of a trailing spider plant leaf and points it out to Harding, who immediately takes a cutting and plants it in a pot. "Here you go! Your first project. They're pretty tough, so you'll have a hard time killing this." The spider plant flourishes under Weiler's attentive care, and after the blow at Tearstone Island she can sometimes be found gazing sadly at the plant, stroking its leaves for comfort. She will sit and wonder whether Harding can see how well the plant is continuing to grow. Emmrich will come and drop a kiss on the top of her head and squeeze her shoulder. "It's coming along beautifully, just like you."

NSFW below

#4 - Oddest place they have sex?

Once Weiler is comfortable enough to have sex (and enjoys it regularly) her libido skyrockets and - so long as Emmrich is also in the right mood and consents - she will eagerly suggest that they fuck no matter where they might be so long as they are not in direct sight of anyone. Perhaps the oddest place they have sex is in the boat of the Caretaker the one time it was at the dock unattended. Riding the high of defeating patrols of Venatori in the Converged City as they travelled alone, they gleefully took the opportunity to strip off with wild abandon and literally rock the boat.

#13 - Who's loud? Who's quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

Neither Emmrich or Weiler is particularly loud, but Weiler is initially quiet to the point that it is concerning. She is so focused on remaining present in intimate moments and not slipping into traumatic flashbacks, she doesn't say a word or make a noise save the odd soft intake of breath. Worried that she isn't enjoying herself, Emmrich stops their lovemaking one night to hold her hands in his and talk to her about the importance of communication whilst they are both vulnerable like this. "Of course, this does not mean that you need to scream my name or make it a wild performance worthy of some Orlesian brothel. But, darling, I want to know what pleases you and, most importantly, which displeases you. It is my only wish to satisfy you entirely." Smiling awkwardly, Weiler responds that she might find it easier to know what to say with a demonstration, so Emmrich pulls her hands to his chest, moaning into the crook of her neck as her fingers brush the hardened nub of his nipples. "Keep touching me here and I'll be helpless in your hands."

[raspberryvv]

Hello 🫶🏻

I don’t know if you still take requests, but I’d like to see Sukuna sitting on a bench looking at birds or a pond with gold fish, I think that would be cute

Hiii hello bby 🩷🩷🫶🫶

The request IS NOT DONE YET bcs I got super into the idea BUT I JUST WANTED TO SHOW THAT IM WORKING ON IT AND LOVING ITTTT 😭🩷🩷 Tysm for request and yes!! I'm still taking on requests bcs I got nothing to do lmao 💀💥💥

[killerpancakeburger]

Hi! I got your ask and I'll answer it soon <3 in the meantime, I was curious about

Ka-freaking-boom, baby | Pinning (against a wall) | Renegades

👀👀

The titles/descriptions are a net, and I am but a fish you caught with it

majinbangus 🥛🐟

Hiii! Tysm for the ask! 💕

For the WIP ask game.

Alright, here we gooo *rubbing hands with glee*

Ka-freaking-boom, baby

That line by Soap drove me insane, so I came up with a Reader feeling the same way lol. It's very short so I'll post it entirely here:

“Ka-freaking-boom, baby.”

The perfect mix of rasp and silk in his voice seemed to drain all the blood from your brain and send it rushing south. It was almost worse than having his fingers stroking every inch of your skin.

Before Soap had any chance to react, you dragged him away into the nearest dark alley and kissed him furiously.

A confused moan escaped him under your assault.

Once you’ve had your fill, you withdrew, glaring at him. He was panting, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, torn between bafflement and pleasure, and, a rare occurrence, at a loss for words.

“Fuck, what the fuck… was that!?” you yelled in a whisper. “Do I have to be a freaking bomb for you to talk to me like that!?”

His eyes widened even more before understanding spread across his face. A chuckle left his lips.

“Jealous o’ an explosive, hen? Yer too cute.”

Not in the mood to play around, you grabbed his flak jacket to pull him where you wanted and, lips pressed against his ear, you described all the unspeakable acts you would do to him if he used that voice back at the base.

He let out an agonized sound at that, as if you were torturing him.

“Steamin' Jesus…”

He covered the hand that was holding him in place and took a deep inhale, most likely to keep it together.

“Bonnie, love ye, but the mission…”

You aggressively shoved your index in his sternum, looking him in the eye.

“You're making it up to me later, you hear me?”

His head was swaying with the contrast between your filthy promises and your harsh gestures, but he straightened up, recognizing an order when he heard one.

“Yes Ma'am.”

Pining (against a wall)

I read a fic where in one chapter, Soap and Reader hide from enemies with Reader stuck between the wall and Soap, and our beloved sergeant gets...hum... affected by their proximity lol. So I wanted to do a version where Soap is the one pinned between Reader and the wall. It's also the same vibe as The powder and the fuse, aka Soap sees his gf in action being very badass and finds it hot. It's smut tbh, with their clothes on tho.

WIP:

"At the sight of your enemies getting closer to your location, your bodyguard training takes over. Before you can even think about it, you grab Soap by his flak jacket, drag him into a dark alley and end up half-pining, half-slamming him against the nearest wall without warning, shoving your hand over his mouth for good measure. It's a professional reflex you'll have to apologize for later.

That, and if there's one thing he's never been good at, it's keeping it shut.

Not that he ever gave you a reason to call his skills into question, always proving himself serious and reliable on the job, but missions with only the two of you together are few and far between, and he certainly never stops running his mouth over comms during them.

Wholly focused on your opponents’ behavior, head turned away from him, on the lookout, the hand on his mouth keeping him against the wall, the other by his head, caging him in, you don't pay attention to your newfound proximity. How your faces are barely a centimeter away from each other, how his warm breath strokes your skin with each respiration. You don't notice either how much you’re pressed against his body, how your chests are touching, the contact exacerbated by each inhale, or that one of your legs is nudged between his.

Or the way his cerulean eyes are devouring you, drinking in your every move."

Renegades

It's a retelling of MW2 with Shadow!Reader, from the mission Alone until Graves die. Lots of action.

Reader kills her own coworkers when they go after civilians and deserts the Shadow company. She comes to the rescue of an injured Soap in the hopes that she can ally with the TF to take down Graves.

It's called renegadeS because It's not only about Reader's treason, but also because the TF is considered treators thanks to Shepherd, and that Reader consider that Graves betrayed her for sending her after civilians when she stated from the start she wouldn’t go after unarmed ppl/civilians.

Something about having to betray either your community/organization/group, or your own moral code, but doomed to be a traitor all the same…

WIP:

"Joining the Shadow Company had never been your first choice. Military organizations tended to be bad news, and private ones were even worse. However fate forced your hand. Or, more exactly, capitalism did.

The pay offered by the Private Military Company exceeded your wildest dreams. You've made more in a week than in one year of your regular job as a bodyguard. And you were in desperate need of money; a lot, and fast; it was the only way to afford your sister's cancer treatment.

Things weren't so bad at the start. The commander was a bigmouth, but he was sensible, and he got the job done. At some point, the corporation allied with a special task force, an international group of elite combatants, some sort of legendary military unit. You hadn't paid them much attention, since they weren't the enemy.

Until they were.

Somehow the General that commanded both those guys and the Shadow Company decided to betray his own men, turning them into traitors. At the same time, your orders brutally changed. You were expected to turn the whole town upside down to pinpoint the ex-Special Forces, and if civilians happened to be in the way, well… there was no one to hold you responsible if you put a bullet in them.

You didn’t care about the Task Force. Sucked to be them, but surely they could handle themselves.

However, the moment your coworkers started to execute unarmed civilians right in front of you, you snapped.

The latters’ screams for mercy still resonate in your ears. The racket caused by the bullets you sent through your former companions in arms hadn't been enough to make you forget their bloodcurdling yells. 

You hadn't even had time to ponder your actions. Your body acted on its own. You slaughtered them without batting an eye. They probably didn’t even understand what happened to them, not expecting your betrayal. You didn’t regret it.

You hid the bodies to the best of your abilities, and slipped away.

Now here you are, lost in Las Almas, a small city in Mexico, operating in the blind. Between the dark of the night and the rain, your vision is execrable. You have little time before your ex-colleagues’ death and your disappearance get noticed. The clock is ticking, and you can see only two options presenting themselves to you: fight or flight.

You eventually stumble upon a squad of Shadows. You've been monitoring the comms, and your treason hasn’t been noticed yet. 

So, in a rush of insane hope, you do the unthinkable and reveal yourself to them.

Maybe, just maybe, not all Shadows are bloodthirsty mercenaries who shoot innocents at the first opportunity. Maybe they can be reasoned with. Maybe you don't need to fight alone. Maybe…

You salute them as you approach, acting with as much natural as you can muster.

One throws one look at you and turns away. The other two stare with curiosity.

“Whattya doing here? This isn’t your area.”

You play dumb. Easy to perform when your interlocutor is already looking down  on you. The only perk of being a woman in this field of work is idiots underestimating you.

“Lost my way. The others left me behind. Mind if I join?”

You make your tone as silly and harmless as possible, turning your voice higher pitched than normal. It works like a charm.

You put up with their mockeries that sound a lot like insults and other jeers, keeping a naive smile on your lips.

Following on their heels, it's easy to fall back into the routine that's been yours for the past few weeks, since you became a shadow. But that illusion of normality shatters the moment you come across inhabitants.

“They don't know shit,” grumbles one of the shadows, after barking orders at the civilians only leads to desperate pleas for mercy in spanish. “Might as well get rid of them.”

You stare at him with incredulity, your bewildered expression hidden by your balaclava. How could someone be so callous with human life was beyond you. Yes, you were killers for hire, but between fighting seasoned soldiers on a battlefield and slaughtering unarmed families in their own home, there was a world of difference.

“Sure,” shruggs another.

The third one doesn't even bother answering, already taking aim with his rifle.

You feel trapped in a horror movie, an alternative reality.

“That's not necessary,” you step in, loud enough to be clearly heard, but still attempting to not sound too authoritarian. “Killing them isn’t gonna give us any answer.”

“Who cares?” snarls the first one at you, irritated by your intervention. “We get a bonus for each target, it's all that matters.”

“But they're not targets,” you hiss, getting riled up despite yourself. “Is that what your morals are worth? A bunch of zeroes?”

“For the love of… knew admitting women was a bad idea. You’re too soft-hearted for this job. So either shut the fuck up, or-”

He never gets the chance to finish his sentence, as the bullet you fire lodges itself between his eyebrows.

As the other two squad members let out expletives in shock, you’re already shooting again. The one who was aiming his rifle at the denizens drops dead just as he gets you into his sights. The last one scrapes your side with his handgun before you make him join his teammates.

Panting, you lower your weapon and kick at one of the corpses in rage.

“Fuck! Why did you have to be such a rotten piece of shit!”

From the corner of your eye, you notice the group of civilians nearby shaking with fear, glancing at you with horror and uncomprehension. You sigh and tell them to leave, unable to look them in the eye, ashamed.

Once left to your own devices, you let your fury and your frustration explode.

“Shit, shit, shit! Never should have taken this fucking job!”

Overwhelmed, you crouch, covering your face with your hands, and swear some more.

“Why'd ye do that?”

The hoarse, foreign, barely audible voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump. You point your handgun in multiple directions, in vain.

“What the…?”

You cautiously inspect your surrondings, on your guard, ready to open fire at the first sight of an enemy. Eventually you find the owner of the voice, inside a nearby building, slumped against a crumbled brick wall, and immediately take aim at him. 

“Hey there.”

The salute may be casual, but his body language shows nothing but extreme vigilance and sharp suspicion, his own handgun pointed at you. The tone of his voice isn’t exactly warm either.

At the first provokation, he will swiftly end your life without any qualms.

Your eyes roam over him and, as you take in his bare face, the soaking wet blue t-shirt adhering to his skin, and jeans, you realize you're not dealing with one of Graves’ guys. The british flag displayed on his bulletproof vest silently answers your interrogations.

“You're one of those brits,” you sigh in relief.

Well, half-relief. You may not consider them your enemies anymore, but unfortunately, that doesn't mean the opposite is true.

He scoffs at your remark, apparently mildly offended.

“Scottish.”

[hannie-dul-set]

hiii!! tysm for feeding us suar well w those delicious writing 😵‍💫 can I request txt's yeonjun, with the monster x monster hunter trope?? u can add any elements you like, I js love the trope hehe

[monsters don’t hide under the bed]. you have run into a bit of a problem.

“uhm. mr. eldritch horror, sir.”

this morning, you received the alarm that one of the containment chambers got cracked open. level nine threat on the loose. exterminate on sight, said the memo. 

“it’s yeonjun,” it? he? says. “can you move over? i can’t see the screen.”

“oh, sorry.”

but how are you supposed to explain to your boss that the monster you’re supposed to be un-aliving is currently scrolling through your netflix catalog under your blankets?

he’s even wearing your fuzzy socks.

what.

what is this situation?

“hey, it was just getting good!” the television cord is now in your hands, unplugged from the socket. “turn it back on!” he slams a fist onto the comforter, knitted brows over two protesting eyes while the other two underneath them remain closed as the force causes the mattress to bounce. he’s still tucked in your bed, and what you assume are countless swirls of tentacles are hidden underneath the thick blankets.

you never know that otherworldly horrors can throw pouty tantrums like this. had you known, you might have steered yourself into a different career opportunity.

”i apologize, mr. yeonjun but i don’t think this is an appropriate time to be watching hospital playlist.” you let the wire drop onto the floor, walking closer to the foot of the bed with caution. you have a net gun stuffed underneath there somewhere. the problem is how to fish it out unnoticed. “would you like to have some breakfast first? i’m not sure if your diet consists of bacon and eggs, though.”

now, you’re the idiot for trying to fool a creature beyond human comprehension, because the moment you try to feel around with your foot for the trapping weapon, something latches onto your ankle and jerks you up and suspends you into the air.

“shouldn’t you be pretty familiar with the things i like to eat?”

it’s the first time you’re seeing their kind from up close.

it’s the first time you’re seeing them upside down as well.

“if you aren’t then you’re just bad at your job,” he clicks his tongue, a shade of purple and sharp canines peeking out when he does. yeonjun, as he introduced himself earlier, pulls out the gun you were trying you look for earlier with one of his many, many appendages, and tosses it to a corner in the room. he has his arms crossed and is sneering in disappointment. this is one grumpy being. “from what i’ve heard, i thought you’d be smarter than this.”

you blink away the nausea that’s starting to hit. “ah, i see you’re quite informed about me.”

“my friend is well acquainted with you. he doesn’t appreciate how you nearly blew off his head last year.” 

you’re not sure which friend he’s referring to. your annual work reports are usually quite lengthy. “please send them my apologies. it’s just work, nothing personal.”

”i can’t exactly send him a message with he’s trapped in one of your shitty little boxes.

“i can fix that.”

sick. you’re starting to feel sick, but despite this situation being relatively and incomprehensibly insane, there is one thing you are absolutely sure of—

“how about you put me down first and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

that you have zero intentions of dying by the hands of an eldritch monster that’s wearing your fuzzy socks.

[bthump]

hiii! what other anime/manga that you actually enjoyed? tysm

lol I have very basic taste, fair warning, and I'm not heavily into anime/manga, only incidentally whenever something catches my eye, so idk if any of these will be new for you.

So like, anime/manga I've enjoyed: Pet Shop of Horrors, Yuri on Ice, Utena, Mononoke, Vinland Saga, Devilman (both original manga and several related spinoffs, and the crybaby anime), Death Note back in the day lol though idk if it would hold up for me now, Cowboy Bebop (though the soundtrack is what stuck with me most), Dennoh Coil, Dungeon Meshi (manga, haven't watched the anime), Claymore, Samurai Flamenco, Banana Fish (manga), Honey and Honey... that's about it off the top of my head, aside from the occasional porny gay manga that I don't really keep track of.

Oh I guess some films too, like Akira, Perfect Blue (give or take the ending), a lot of Ghibli, that kind of thing.

ETA oh also want to mention Junji Ito's manga, especially Uzumaki.

Thanks for asking!

[rozemarii]

✶⋆.˚— about me

caleb’s super silly art blog 🪸

info! - hiii!!!! my name is caleb and i’m a trans man who posts his art on tumblr! i really like fish (duh) and music (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) i’m also a scorpio if that matters lol .. i use he/they prns and im pan ^_^

dni list - nsfw accs, basic dni, please do not engage with me!

likes! - hyperfixations in bold!! sally face, stranger things, film, music, art, writing, young sheldon, gilmore girls, dogs, finn wolfhard, rory culkin, nintendo

links! - tiktok, insta, carrd , art tiktok

ok that’s all tysm for reading!!!

[v1x1n1ty]

HIII love ur works !! idk if ur requests are still open but could you write a crackfic about streaming minecraft at 3am with george and quackity?? no smut at all whatsoever and btw i dont rlly support george ig i just rlly miss their duo and 2020 dsmp💔

some details !! reader is argentinian and bisexual, she/her pronouns and the fic’s set in 2020 i guess lmao

I love this idea so much!! And btw i don't support George either so dw, but im happy to write abt this!! and btw this was lowkey so fun to write for me tysm for the request!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was 3:14AM and something in the universe had shifted—probably for the worse. You were barely awake, eating dry cereal out of a mug and wearing the same hoodie you'd been living in for three days. George had randomly messaged the group chat “wanna stream DSMP?” with no context, and like three gremlins crawling out of their caves, you and Quackity joined instantly. Regrets? Absolutely. But that wasn’t going to stop you.

You spawned in near L’Manberg and immediately got hit by a fish.

“WHY DID YOU SPAWN CAMP ME?” you screamed.

“It was funny,” said George, monotone, holding a raw cod like it was a weapon of mass destruction.

“YOU’RE BRITISH, YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE WHAT’S FUNNY.”

“Guys,” Quackity whispered ominously through his mic. “I’m in Tommy’s house. I’ve put 63 chickens in here. He’s going to shit himself.”

“What the hell are we doing?” you asked, laughing so hard your Minecraft froze for a second. “This isn’t even our server.”

“Okay, but hear me out,” George said, “what if we blew up L’Manberg.”

“You’re literally a citizen,” you said.

“Not anymore.”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘not anymore’?”

Quackity shrieked with laughter. “HE HAS TNT. WHY DOES HE HAVE TNT?!”

“I logged on earlier and stole it from Fundy,” George muttered.

You didn’t even question it.

You chased George around the server yelling in rapid Spanish while the Twitch chat lost its mind, Quackity was still silently placing chickens like it was his life mission, and George was setting up weird traps in front of Wilbur’s old button room.

“Guys I’m putting lava in Philza’s house,” Quackity said casually.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“Why does Philza need a house anyway? He’s like. Old. Old people don’t even live in houses.”

“YOU CAN’T JUST—”

Your sentence was cut off by George screaming “I HAVE A FLINT AND STEEL” in the exact tone of someone who should not have a flint and steel. Something exploded in the distance.

“GEORGE. WHAT DID YOU JUST BLOW UP.”

“Nothing important.”

“Define nothing.”

“Part of Niki’s bakery.”

“YOU—”

Quackity was now fully invisible, spamming creepers into Eret’s castle using some plugin command he definitely shouldn’t have had access to.

“I AM GOD,” he yelled, and then immediately blew himself up.

“Good,” you muttered. “Stay dead.”

George tried to push you into the crater he made, but you water bucket-clutched it like an absolute pro and immediately threw an ender pearl into his face. You didn’t even care that it teleported you directly into a lava pit.

“I REGRET NOTHING,” you screamed as you burned to death.

“Chat,” George said calmly, “she’s lost it.”

“You set my spawn in a hole with a pressure plate and TNT,” you said. “You’re going to meet God tonight.”

The three of you ended up in the middle of the server sitting on a pile of scaffolding, surrounded by phantoms, talking about capitalism.

“I feel like Dream’s entire lore arc was just trickle-down economics,” you mumbled.

“I think Sapnap is a libertarian,” George added.

“I think I just ate a pufferfish by accident,” said Quackity.

A beat of silence.

“Didn’t you major in law?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I did.”

“Guys,” Quackity said suddenly, “I made a flag.”

“What kind of flag?” you asked.

“An Argentinian flag. For you.”

You teared up a little. “That’s actually so sweet.”

“Wait.” He paused. “Wait wait wait—no. No. This is—this is Italian. I made the Italian flag. I messed up the order. I—this is humiliating.”

George lost it. “HE MADE YOU THE WRONG COUNTRY.”

“I WAS TRYING TO HONOR YOU,” Quackity wailed.

“WITH PASTA COLORS?!”

By the time the sun rose in-game, you had no memory of what you’d actually done. Someone’s base was definitely missing. George was somehow wearing Technoblade’s armor set, and Quackity had tamed a fox and named it “Tubbo 2” like it was a replacement child.

“Do not tell anyone about tonight,” George said flatly.

“I’m posting the whole VOD,” you replied immediately.

Quackity cleared his throat. “So. Same time tomorrow?”

You stared at the chaos on your screen—floating blocks, a waterfall made of lava, a sign that just said “SUCK EGGS WILBUR”—and smiled like an idiot.

“Yeah,” you said. “Obviously.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[biggie-chcese]

1 , 13, 24. And 4 :D

:DDDD hiii

What got you into art? When did you start? Been drawing for as long as I can remember, but for when I got started seriously... I wanna say... newspaper comic strips got me into it. Back when we'd have the newspaper delivered to us every day I'd flip instantly to the comics (especially on Sundays when they're in color) and peruse them. Not to be basic, but Garfield was my favorite. It's eventually what inspired me to really start drawing regularly, where I made my earliest big project when I was 12: a long running comic series called Dog Dayz where it was a bunch of pets hanging out in a house doing funny shit. There was a sly cat, a silly dog with a catchphrase, a mouse, an iguana, and a fish that never talked but everyone acted like they understood it lol.

Where do you draw inspiration from? Looots of other artists online! I have a personal document of links and pics from a bunch of artists I admire that bring me inspiration. That includes you, btw! You're one of the artists who inspired me to start practicing with digital painting (something I found daunting for a very long time), so thank you!

Talk about something you are eager to do? There's one particularly ambitious rain code comic I want to make but the concept is like. All spoilers lol. What I can say is that there's a few really dynamic angles, expressions and poses I want to draw for it that I really hope I can pull off, haha.

Share some of your favourite pieces? Oughh okay. I'll do separate ones by tgaa, rain code, and oc art because I felt like I improved the most over this year's artfight!

First, for tgaa, this one, always.

For rain code, definitely this one.

And for artfight, it's a toss up between my toy themed mass attack and the colorful kaiju fight (monster ocs owned by this amazing artist!!)

Anyway tysm for asking!!!

[wjehfshs]

Hiii!!! May i request for a reader that was raised in Oymyakon, Russia (also known as the worlds coldest livable place) and reader knows how to hunt, fish, make huts and weapons. Reader is also VERY cold (litteraly), doesnt matter where he is or what season it is he will always become more and more colder by the day. But reader loves eating hot stuff like tea, coffee, soup and freshly baked food.

Please take your time and take breaks

-from your fan☆☆

Aw tysm ur so sweet :(

Russian reader, Nikolai and Nikto appear, reader is chronically cold, platonic, reader eats/drinks a lot of hot stuff, reader knows how to fish and hunt, male reader, reader can cook

When everyone first met you they where confused as to why you had a scarf and mittens on in spring

You explained to them that you where from Oymyakon in Russia

They where shocked asf

It was known to be the coldest liveable place on EARTH

You where bombarded with questions as to what it was like

How was everyday life there?

What was spring and summer like?

How did you drive with the icy roads?

What did you do about the icy roads?

Literally every time you touched someone’s bare skin without your gloves on they basically yelped

They also noticed how you didn’t even wait for hot food to cool down before you ate it

It honestly impressed them

They also noticed how you basically only ate hot food

Breakfast? Hot pancakes

Lunch? Soup

Dinner? Steak taken right off the stove

They also noticed how many gloves, beanies, scarfs, and jackets you had

It was ridiculous but hey at least could always count on you to lend them something warm if they didn’t have anything

Nikolai bonded with you considering both of you where Russian

He had heard of where you lived but had never actually been there before

You two + Nikto would all fuck with everyone by talking in Russian

Your room was constantly being blasted with hot air it honestly made everyone wonder if you have ever actually felt hot

They would actually fear to step into your room because it was so hot, they where scared they’d pass out of heatstroke/j

Once you told them you wanted to show them something

Then you just casually caught a fish with a net like it was nothing

You also just casually caught a rabbit

You would cook them dinner with what you caught

You where also a really good cook so they loved it whenever you would cook

[tommysbrat]

Hiiii KJ 💕💕💕💕

Share a snippet of one of your wips (preferably buddie 🥰)

And/or

Tell me about a wip idea you’ve had that’s really good but you’ve haven’t written anything for it

-❤️🪐

Hiii Saturn my beloved!!!! How are you???

Here's a snippet (that I'm pretty sure I already posted a long time ago but don't care). It's my Buddie Big Family AU longfic that starts with the tsunami:

Eddie knocks on Buck’s door for the third time, waits for a few seconds, then shakes his head. Still no answer.  “That’s it.” He says, then fishes out his keys from his jeans pocket. He shows them to Christopher, who in turn gives him a bright grin. “He did give me this for emergencies and his low mental health is an emergency.” Chris nods seriously.  After learning more about mental health issues with Shannon and Christopher going to their own personal therapies and the three of them having their own family therapy, Eddie was worried about Buck’s decline since he heard that he had wholed himself inside his apartment after quitting the fire department. At first Eddie wasn’t gonna tell his son, worried about Chris already dealing with a lot with the divorce being finalized soon, the baby coming, and watching Buck puke up blood and almost die. But Chris had been worried about him already since he didn’t show up for movie night, so Eddie had told him and they hatched this plan together.  After all, what’s better at beating darkness than a burst of sunshine? “Can I do it?” Christopher giddily asks. Once they open the door, his son loudly exclaims, “Buck! We’re here!” They’re answered with a noise coming from upstairs.  Chris giggles. “He snores loudly.” He then sniffs. “And something smells funny.” All around the kitchen island are takeout boxes with leftover food and drinks while the sink is filled to the brim with dishes. Yikes. It’s worse than he thought.  Another snore reverberates throughout the entire apartment.  Looks like he’s going to have to do some tough love. 

you know what? I think I'm gonna post another small snippet of Buddie Big Family AU

If there’s one thing Buck is sure of right now is that Eddie was wrong. Everything is not okay. At first it seemed like it was going to be. He and Chris had a great time together at the pier, playing games, riding rides, and eating so much sugar. But it all came crashing down – literally – when Shannon arrived to pick Christopher up. Out of all things a fucking tsunami had to happen. And now he’s here, with tons of people he saved, the most adorable kid in the universe and his very pregnant Mom, all squished on top of a firetruck of all things. Because the universe likes to be funny that way.

tysm babe!!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

send me some fun asks

[the-lonelyshepherd]

4. and 29., please?

HIII tysm for the ask!

4. what is your favorite book?

OOOHH hard to choose favs…. honestly ummm out of recents i read the martian again recently and i really like that one. nice blend of silly and suspense and science (not all of which is accurate but whatevs we have fun)

currently reading Spineless by Juli Berwald it’s a really fascinating book on jellyfish :) learning a LOT it’s my first real fish (not fish but ykwim) book i’m reading and it’s great.

29. favorite song lyrics right now?

OHH another hard one hmm..

been thinking about this (flashlight by the front bottoms) recently(specifically the latter part but i kept the first part in for context). it will mean nothing, but take all night to figure out. agh