#I love him... so much..... eheheh.....

[meownotgood]

strong boy... cute boy......

[wesaier]

Ohh..hmm I love you...

[keferon]

Okay I’m. Usually. Usually I don’t enjoy human aus and usually I hate drawing transformers as humans because it feels so wrong to my brain.

But then I stumbled upon Dream of something more by Gemma_Inkyboots and aaauuuhh fuck. Here’s the pile of the most vague and unspecific and undetailed fanart. Because I’m being torn between “I can’t drawing human designs” and “If don’t draw something for this fic I die”.

[buttered-toasty]

White fire

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POV you’re an orc about to get GOT

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This has a companion piece now btw

[osamucide]

AKUTAGAWA THIRSTS U SAY….. just imagine finally getting your mouth on him for the first time. he’s so hesitant to let you touch him in any capacity for so long, has only ever associated touch with pain and suffering, so it’s such a big deal when he finally even lets you hug him, let alone touch him like that.

but omg. blowing him for the first time…. just how blushy and whiny he’d be as you take his cock into your mouth, suckling on the tip. he yelps when you start playing with his balls at the same time, and tbh he probably only lasts a few minutes because it feels so damn good and its so foreign JDJDKSJ i love him sm

FLORAAAAAAAAA

yeah. I love that you mention his hesitancy with and mistrust of touch because of his lifelong association of it with pain—I think that’s part of what makes it so fun to imagine situations like this with him. soft aku has my heart I just wanna make him feel loved and safe enough so that he might experience pleasure

can’t stop thinking about taking it so slow with him. hand holding only after weeks of dating (never mind that actually starting to date probably took multiple months/maybe even a year+). hugs only days after that. kisses come much later than they would in a ‘normal’ relationship but he’s not ‘normal’ and you reassure him that it’s just another one of the things you love about him. you love feeling it out and taking things one step at a time, especially if it’s working toward comfortability and stability on his side of things. he’s only ever known erratic instability until you.

can’t stop thinking about him dealing with sexuality and feelings of arousal in less than conventional ways until he’s alright with letting you lead him through it. I wrote in his nsfw alphabet that I think he’s a pillow/blanket humper—this stands. I think it takes him a long time to trust anyone’s touch, even his own. but when he finally feels comfortable enough to let you touch him—fuck, it’s like coming home. it’s like you should’ve been here all along.

you treat his body with such reverence. where he sees himself as a machine, you see him as a work of art. it’s per your insistence on this that he lets you undress him from the waist down and trail kisses across his thighs for what feels like forever—taking it slow. he gains trust slowly.

and the most delicious part of trust, he learns, is the relinquishing of control. trusting you enough to let you near his exposed skin without the thought of harm crossing his mind. trusting you enough to let your string of kisses work across his hips and down one side of his soft v-line. trusting you enough to let his mouth fall open in a gasp and his eyes flicker shut when your gentle tongue flicks across the leaking tip of his cock.

he’s been turned on before, but never like this. never in a way that didn’t make him feel acutely disgusting. he sees himself as a machine, after all. but with you, he’s human—for a second he’s some semblance of the word ‘normal’ but beyond even that, there’s this intoxicating wave of pleasure roving up from his pelvis all the way to his shoulders and he’s making sounds he’s never heard himself make before. cracked, broken, almost like crying, but he’s far from upset; this is what drugs must feel like.

can’t stop thinking about licking a long stripe up the underside of his pretty, pale cock and forcing a stuttered moan from his chest as his face breaks out madly. repeating that motion until his hips start to undulate beneath your touch. letting your fingers roam between the junctures of his groin and his thighs, scratching softly, not enough that it hurts, just enough that he feels it.

can’t stop thinking about your name tumbling from his lips in soft, pious gasps and whispers; can’t stop thinking about his sparse brow stitched together and his lashes fluttering over thin, unshed tears as you gradually coax him toward ecstasy. and when your fingers cup his balls and squeeze softly, and your warm, wet mouth envelops as much of him as feels natural, he moans, almost mutters out “no—” not because he doesn’t want it, but because he doesn’t know if he deserves it, all this pleasure. from you, an angel with a mouth like heaven.

can’t stop thinking about bobbing your head, picking up pace and drooling around him, massaging his balls with one hand and tracing reassurances into his thigh with the other. he cums embarrassingly quick—gasping, rhythmically, jaw slack as he watches you take him, watches you push him over the edge—but he can’t help it, you must be magic, you must have been made for him, you learn him so quickly almost like you’re not learning him at all but simply know him.

he apologizes as you swallow his load—an obscenely large amount of cum that has his face going red probably for the millionth time as he understands what you’ve just done—but you just smile up at him and lean your cheek against the inside of his leg as he goes soft in your hands. you must be an angel from heaven, he thinks. it has his cock twitching back to life in a way he’s never known it to before.

[itsstilltru]

I honestly want to see what non slug Ted looks like in your art style! :D

Now that you mention it I wondered the same thing so here we are! :D He has no idea the horrors he’s about to witness.

While I was drawing this lovely guy I had a thought… What if, years later, AM turned him back into a human?

what then?

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[part 2]

[courtesanofdeath]

LOOK AT THEM I AM WEEPING

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

My favorite thing about your writing is how cozy and unconditional foul legacy's love is. It's like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a rainy night ;-;-;

Also- thoughts on showing him magic tricks? Just thinking about how amazed and excited he'd be seeing even simple ones. Wings all fluttery and him asking to see you do one more card trick...

hehehehe i'll wrap you and Foul Legacy up in soft quilts and give you both a cup of hot cocoa

you learned some practical magic when you were staying in Fontaine, a brother and sister duo on the street eager to teach you what they know. they even gifted you with a set of your own cards before you left- "A favorable token from the Great Magician and his assistant!"- and promised to visit Liyue sometime. Foul Legacy peeks over your head as you shuffle the cards, chirping curiously at the whimsical designs full of diamonds and teardrops and cats here and there. you raise a card for him to inspect, Legacy curiously sniffing the small square filled to the brim with intricate patterns and numbers on the corner. with a small smile you tilt the card, flicking your wrist- and it vanishes, your fingers wiggling in the air to invoke little sparkles, and Legacy lets out a surprised, amazed trill, bumping his face against your hand and gently nibbling your skin to try and find where the card disappeared to

magic tricks become a favorite rainy-day activity, Foul Legacy chittering and nudging you until you laugh kindly and sit down, his body curled around yours as he rests his head in your lap. you actually end up learning even more magic back at home, not wanting to bore your sweet Abyssal moth monster with the same tricks every time- not that he really minds. just seeing you make things vanish and reappear and picking the correct card and even simple flourishes when shuffling your deck makes him rumble with delight. if you're willing, he'd love to learn some tricks to do himself, even if he's bigger and sharper and clumsier than you are. you'll be a good guide, your hands gently holding his, and vaguely the thought of impressing Childe's siblings pops into his head, knowing the muscle memory will remain. besides, Childe ABSOLUTELY wants to learn magic tricks as well... he gets bored at Northland Bank sometimes, after all

at least your Fontainian friends will be thrilled

[triglycercule]

it must get boring as hell doing continuous repetitive genos like dust does. he probably constantly questions how his human can keep on going and like not get bored (me too tho ngl because what type of person is out there that's trying to minmax every single undertale geno route interaction???) so i say he changes things up during his own process for a variety of reasons

sometimes when he's feeling REALLY apathetic he might just view everyone as stats and precoded scripts and lines and he just goes about the geno as if he was a player playing a video game (this is incredibly hypocritical because he's acting like the player but also this is dust sans we're talking about. pinnacle of hypocrisy. he'd deny any sort of human like actions because he's not the human and what he's doing is for the greater good). also its kinda fucked because it just means that there's been so many resets that he doesn't view his friends and family as simply people that he's taking the lives of but more as just npcs and numbers. but yk of course he moves on from that episode (and refuses to acknowledge the fact that he was acting very much so like the human. nope nope nope)

or maybe whenever he feels really really really shitty about himself he just lets the human kill him sometimes. he purposely interacts with other monsters before he kills them so he has to hear them beg for mercy. he just lets himself wallow in as much guilt and pain and misery as possible because its really really addicting to be sad and upset and feel bad. and dust is never like "hey i should stop doing this because its getting in the way of be killing the human" because he knows damn well it ISNT. he's still gonna be on that him vs. human grind no matter what even if he spends a few resets fucking around and being miserable and the humans always gonna reset anyways. ALWAYS

even if he's not at lvl 20 or something but still above the human in lv then maybe he'd kill them. but then that also means that there'd still be some monsters left because he nor the human maxed out their stats. so then that's just more suffering for dust (because i really think he'd like to make himself suffer because he feels so much guilt for what he did. his suffering is self inflicted and he knows that and still does it. good for him) because he has to walk around the underground knowing that there are some people hiding in corner or something watching him and scared that he's gonna kill them because thats what he did to everyone else. some nicer monsters might go up to him and try to talk to him but dust doesn't have the chill welcoming friendly vibe sans does anymore so it's just creepy and awkward. angrier monsters might try and yell or fight him and dust just sits there and takes it because theyr totally right. to them it might just look like he killed monsters just for shits and giggles one day and theres no way for him to explain the resets without people just forgetting it in the first place so theres not much he can do except accept the suffering. what in the mental masochism

[kowtownart]

Flustering the big ol' softie :3c

[kyouka-supremacy]

Hey, don't cry. Endless sskk angst scenarios in the world for you, okay? Akutagawa doesn't remember Atsushi :)

[bumblingbabooshka]

and then he quit Starfleet for over 50 years

[stormyrainyday]

ITS HORROPEDIA DAY!!!!!!!!!!!

[djarinova]

when he plays all too well for you on the guitar and you start crying.. is that normal or

[iknaenmal]

Ness most of the time : •_•

Ness when hes riding a bicycle: :D !!!!!!!!

[foxsoulart]

Doctor Feelings be upon ya.

The dry erase board on the fridge was empty and I couldn't not. (I haven't actually seen the episode so shhhsshh)

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