#I love this SO SO much tyyyy!!!!

[disgruntleddemon]

hi that one drawing from ur post filled me with a deep desire to see him actually driving & playing the banjo at the same time & i needed to draw it immediately

(very messy sketch but it gets the point across i think)

he can simply just do this and its so awesome actually

OH MY GOD I AM OBSESSED!!!! THANK YOUUU!!! YOU NAILED THE VIBE SO PERFECTLY!! AAAA <333

NO eyes on the road, NO hands on the wheel, and banjo OUT. Truly, the only way to drive

[cayennecrush]

THE FIC IS DONE!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 YAAAY!

its about half-plot half-porn, lots of silly flirting, a fun night-time chase through Canyon Crossing, and ofc hot nasty fucking lol. its called Risk & Reward 🖤

read it on ao3 here!

[bruciemilf]

i commented on your fic but i felt the need to tell you that you did Something Permanent to my brain with this line: "A home isn’t a home unless you hurt in it, I think."

ANON I WILL KISS YOU (consensually) ON YOUR NOSELESS LITTLE FACE

[saturday-byte]

Hello I like your sketch design

OH??!?!? MY GOD ?!?!?!?!?! YOU. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME. OH. TANK YOU

[ravensvirginity]

If Azar and her group all purged their negative emotions and that became Trigon does that mean they technically birthed Trigon?

Yeah, they are Trigon's surrogate parents in a weird way. The guilt they feel over having created Trigon really impacts the way they raise Raven. Azarath having created Trigon and then refusing to fight him even though they do have the power to do so is so important to Raven's character. She feels like fighting him and keeping him at bay is her personal responsibility because she knows no one else who can will.

Trigon does actually have an actual mother who gave birth to him. We don't really know anything about her other than she was an alien Satanist.

Once he was born Trigon immediately killed her (on purpose with full consciousness) as well as everyone else in the cult. It's later confirmed that the demon who's technically his father is actually the amalgamation of all of Azarath's negative emotions who was given form by this ritual and impregnated the alien woman with itself (comics are weird), creating Trigon.

I wish the connection between Trigon and Azarath could be explored more. There's so much potential in the dynamic between Trigon and Azar. The Azar who raised Raven is the granddaughter of the Azar who created Trigon, over 900 years ago (lifespan is longer on Azarath; the Azar who raised Raven is over 200 when she dies). She has a plan to finally destroy Trigon for good, without sacrificing her and Azarath's pacifism, and it requires forcing the child she's raising to die.

Trigon, for his part, hates Azar and wants nothing more than to destroy Azarath, but it's implied he purposefully arranged for Raven to be taken in by Azarath because he knew both that she'd be safe from his enemies who'd harm her and that Azar would raise her in a way that would make her easier to control. He doesn't know that Azar's secret plan is for Trigon to get exactly what he wants (Raven under his control) because that's the very thing that will spell his downfall.

In New 52 his origin is basically just a worse version of this (instead of Azarath purging their evils and accidentally creating him, he already exists but gets a huge power boost by sucking up the evil from an alien race who has like an evil vacuum cleaner they use to purify their universe). It's way less narratively satisfying because there's no Azarath connection and also just kind of fails as an origin story because it never explains how Trigon was born to begin with or how he had the power to absorb the universe's evil, but it does have the insane detail that Trigon is literally his own father in this continuity. (Canon typical SA warning under the cut)

I don't really like much of the New 52 Trigon and Raven lore but this is forever canon to me because you can't put Trigon is literally his own father in a canon comic and expect me not to latch onto that forever

[meimeikyu]

I just saw your Festivalverse stuff and the designs look great! :0 I really like Dust's scars, and I'm curious on how he got them!

A lot of different reasons depending on the scars!!! I have like a list tho hold on

So a lot of the smaller, more random ones are from fights or missions

2 of his major ones (the autopsy looking one on his more recent art) and the handplate are both notably from gaster, as well as some other smaller ones

a lot of them come from his more. self destructive habits*

the burn scars on his back are from well. he may have built some bombs. and exploded them. ill do more indepth stuff about these at some point i prommy theres so much lore<-ideas but iwant to make like art for it

and his face ones are!! well!!! caused by an identity crisis*

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

jenny sparks for the blorbo game 👀

Jenny Sparks... one of my fav fictional english women ever despite wearing the union jack. i need to punch her in the face. and also spend an evening gossiping. i couldn't fix her but i coudl make her soup and listen to her hungover rambelings. She makes me go argghhhhh and wnat to tear at the walls. she does what needs to be done. when she leads teams people die, when she doesn't people also die. she is the product of an entire century!! and she is also soo gay for Shen and Angie. Jenny Sparks i love youuuu<3

[seldaryne]

1, 6 and 11 for Velrith!!

What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

The short version is that she felt like it was a natural decision after a lifetime of being "wrong" in her own skin.

Velrith often found (& still finds) herself in the position of feeling as though she interacts with the world from within a glass box. There's always been something that's prevented her from fully connecting with the people around her, including her adoptive parents. She might have perfectly understood the rules to a game the children in her neighbourhood played with each other, but she doesn't get their jokes and her typical pensive stare makes them feel uncomfortably watched. She's always been able to correctly mimic the physical 'steps' that everyone else seems to operate with, but she knows that she's missing some vital, unspoken part of them that'd actually have her integrating seamlessly.

Knowing all of that, it makes sense that when she started to hit her teens, she decided that her energy would be better spent being useful to the people around her. Don't mistake it for exactly being at peace with her shortcomings, though, because she probably would have given literally anything to "perform" properly. She just learned early on that her own choice was acceptance; change was too impossible. Taking up an Oath of Devotion in her late teens gave her an ethical set of principles to follow in unfamiliar situations, and also put her in a position where she could always make herself useful/helpful.

If an object is broken, you fix it. If it can't be fixed, you repurpose it. If it can't be repurposed, you throw it away. Velrith figured that if she was always on the outside, then she's the broken object. The closeness the world outside of her glass box seemed to enjoy just... wasn't for her. So it was better to let her life be used for something objectively positive, and acquire worth via her actions. And if she died in the process, she always figured it wouldn't be much of a loss or sacrifice.

(Naturally, a certain someone didn't appreciate this dedication to the greater good & decided it was time to cut her ties, being embraced by the cult soon after. As far as the neighbours are concerned, cultists are responsible for the murder of the couple & the kidnapping of their adoptive daughter.)

6. How does your Dark Urge react to waking up with memory loss?

Surprisingly... alright?

On the surface, you might mistake her apparent lack of action or concern for passiveness. In truth, she's deep in observation, taking in all of her surroundings & trying to piece them together into a coherent explanation. It also helps that the one thing she does remember is her Oath, and as far as she's concerned, if that's the only thing in her head, then it must be important to follow it. Thanks to the tunnel-visioned focus on the tenets, she's able to cope. She's also generally someone who's more logic-driven than anything else, and doesn't typically react emotionally until she's sorted things out first. Panicking won't really help her, but keeping a cool head seems like it could be more effective. It's a bit inconvenient to not have a name for some time, but she eventually settles on Velrith & that's no longer an issue. She was also operating on the assumption that this was just a side effect of the parasite, thanks to Shadowheart's experience, but eventually concluded it was unrelated.

It's slightly frustrating to not know her own likes or dislikes, so she does her best to at least enjoy the curiosity of rediscovery. It was an absolute delight to try a pomegranate for what was functionally the first time ever, and she decided it was her favourite fruit that day. There are songs and stories to hear anew, facets of herself that she needs to unearth, and it's all up to her. It's not unusual to catch her stopped off to the side somewhere, almost visibly etching something new into her memory, eyes bright and transfixed on whatever the source of her quiet (often delighted) fascination may be. Even if something seems stupid or childish, 9/10 times she'll volunteer to do it too if the offer for attendance is made. She once disappeared for half the afternoon at camp with Yenna, only to be found a little way off in a field very seriously listening to the girl's instructions on the creation of flower crowns.

As flickers of the past slowly start dripping in, there's a part of her that wants to know more. On some level, she thinks she needs to so that she can properly atone. On the other hand, the scraps she has are pretty horrific. She was fully prepared to die as herself at the hand of Bhaal, and felt that it would be a justified end for all the pain she's inflicted in her lifetime. But if she's to live on, she's going to try and balance things out with her present actions.

11. What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge?

At first, resisting is the only thing that makes sense in her mind. The Urge stands in direct contrast with her Oath, and she fundamentally refuses to let herself break that. If she loses that, she loses what is genuinely the sole thing she remembers about herself for a sustained amount of time.

(She has, in fact, previously broken it twice. Once, when Bhaal forced her hand into murdering her parents. Her rise in the cult wasn't exactly voluntary. Her actions were mostly her own, but truly, whatever optimism she had managed to scrap together growing up was completely crushed by Bhaal with that one incident. Convincing her that the only thing she was able to do was hurt people was easy; she was broken, after all, so perhaps that was always meant to be how she was used. The other incident was accidental, during a fight in the Underdark. That one shattered her, because she was trying so hard to prove she could be more than her Urge, and she still failed. She took it up again, but the painful, terror-filled memory remains.)

But once she realizes what she is, it becomes a life-or-death matter. If it comes down to it, she's going to cut herself down if it means she gets to die with her own mind. She's fought too hard to feel like a person, to put together a version of herself that she feels comfortable letting other people see. There's too much there to give it up now, and for what? A god who didn't even bother to make her whole? Who gave her a fractured ability to connect, but forgot to remove the longing for community? Knowing her intended purpose fills her with an immeasurable amount of grief, and the only thing she knows how to do with that overwhelming feeling is wield it against the Urge. At least that feels a bit less hopeless.

dark urge asks.

[gooopy]

can i know abt scully!!!

!!!!!! OUUPIOUOOUUUGHHH GHOOGGHHG !!!!!! TYYY FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!! scullys awesome he is an oc ive had for a bit and had a lotta time to develop and is also a revamped version of an old oc from when i was young trying to avoid making mary sues!! ohh i likesss him hes awesome

so scully is a he/him butch lesbian with soso many issues and problems and shit. he was raised by his pa, a stern bitter old veteran, and scullys ma ran off after he was born. his pa was hard on him, he wanted a son anyhow and when scully started acting masculine he thanked God for givin him a broken daughter and started teaching scully how to be a man. unfortunately this included such beautiful wonderful things such as 'men dont cry' and 'caring for animals makes you look weak' and stuff like that. as a kid scullys pa started getting sick, and they were too poor to do anything about it living in a shack that his pa built, so scully dropped out of middle school and picked up an apprenticeship with a local butcher!!!! his pa was bedridden, so scully took the laz-e-boy that his pa usually slept in, started working, started smoking, and started cooking. his pa told him that cooking was a womans job but he was busy dying in bed and scully was able to steal the scraps from his job so they got by. scullys dad died, and scully dug his pa's grave and nailed together two boards to make a cross and he didnt cry. he just started sleeping in the bed again

but thats all background shit because nowadays this is whats important: scully would throw himself into a volcano if a woman told him to. he falls so utterly head over heels for any gal who so much as looks his way its FUCKED. in school the gals realized this and got him beatin other people up for their lunch money and scully was happy to do it. nowadays he would give a lady the shirt off his back for a kiss blown his way. he holds doors for people and he stumbles over his words and he talks while he smokes by tucking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. he cooks a lot now, the kitchen in that little shack slowly taking over the whole place like a mold, and he feeds the scraps and bone and gristle to the stray dogs and cats.

he was an angry cruel kid and he was tempered into a kind, awkward, super mega autistic adult. AND! he brews the scariest hooch ever in his house its so scary looking dont drink it. he can still hold his own in a fight but will just take the hits unless its to help a lady, in which case he is letting out years of trauma and anger on your face to turn it into ground beef. hes awesome he has so many issues and he sucks and i love him. i havnt managed to shove him fully into the ebautiful world of tf2 yet (he originated from disco elysium!) but i think it would be funny if hes dating scouts ma and now scout has a new stepdad who keeps trying to be his pal but doesnt got a handle on the whole 'fatherhood' thing as a concept yet.

I DONT HAVE AN UP TO DATE REF OF HIM BUT YOU MUST KNOW THAT HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN COW EYES !!!!!! hes awesome hes fucked up. i have another drawing of him beating someone up but ill post that seperately because its got blood

[micahmells]

i love, love love how your art and texturing work resembles watercolour and paper cutouts.. it's something i can never get over, it's so beautiful T_T 💗

I LOVE YOU

[pinkmirth]

hiiii baby!! https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLDPcC8U/

every single day, i am being tempted by this sexy, sexy man . . . and at this point, i won’t even resist it. wanna tear off his suit, throw that fucking mask to the other end of the room, and get. to. work!!!!!

[candycryptids]

Happy birthday! ❤️

THANK YOU !!!! Here’s a cupcake with a jobstone wedged in the icing 🫢 I dunno if that things actually edible but if you get stuck as a Dragoon for the next 8 hours….. don’t look at me 😂🌸

SO FOR A FROG FACT I talked about the Turtle Frog and briefly about the Purple Frog, but the Black Rain Frog is ALSO a burrowing frog that lays eggs that hatch into full formed tiny froglets! They also dig with their hind legs, and the male will guard the burrow of eggs until their ready. If an attacker comes and tries to eat him…. He makes himself as Big as Possible! Plugging up the entryway with his inflated body so it’s hard to remove him (so hard to eat him AND the kids are safe!)

It reminds me of Wombats? Not a frog sorry- but they do dive into their burrows and use their sturdy butts to defend themselves from attack.

[therootthatquestiond]

Omggggg!!! I love this sm, thank you for drawing my oc!!! <3

1st Batch: the Inhabitants

[Blank Scripts AU (non-canonical)]

Multiple footsteps reverberated within the claustrophobic stairways of the Parable.

One strikingly beautiful old man elegantly struts up the stairs with a scowl on his face, having a heated one-sided discussion (lecture) with a poor stuttering businessman on his phone call.

The rest simply follow him, a group of special individuals who have come and now reside in this strange building for their own peculiar reasons. They don't quite understand many things about the workings of this place, but one thing is for certain.

Wherever the Narrator tells them to go, whatever he tells them to do, they comply.

↓ [Chatter and Credits below] ↓

-----------⟡

The first illustration is posted! [Yay!] There will be more coming soon!

I've decided to pair these characters together due to a single uniting trait they all shared. Being residents of the Parable! [Either as an NPC or as something else.]

I admit that I went in with a lot of confidence, thinking I would finish this illustration in just a day or two, and I got HUMBLED. Starting June 16th [the day after everyone's characters got submitted] I spent five days just drawing this one illustration alone. [I draw fast, I usually only spend a few hours on one drawing before moving on, so this was a challenging experience.]

There were many factors contributing to why it took me so long. Such as drawing blindly [not preparing before trying to render and failing at it], not using references, lack of experience drawing buildings from scratch, etc. [Okay, now I just sound like I'm making excuses but wow that was really hard HAHAHA I almost got art-block as a result!]

My grievances aside, I'm happy with the result!

Mell by @katkit-drops-alt

Her dress and concept are absolutely lovely!! I like how, despite how terrifying she may come off, she's ultimately still a girl with her own normal life to live [or whatever it is that's normal to her anyway.] Her silly farm boyfriend is cute too!

[unnamed character] by @rick-ety

Ahh this girl!! I'm interested in her! [I love character designs that look 'ghostly' or dead.] Her pretty long hair reminds me a lot of Sadako [that one ghost girl with long black hair covering her face...] Her poor limbs missing and the twist of her not dying simply because she's already dead ahhh!!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Helena by @neat-o-things

A silly girl who died in the Parable as she was about to make it out then ended up getting reincarnated as an NPC, making maps for the Parable, not knowing why she's doing it or where she even is!!! Only that she feels like she should :). I hold her dearly.

Anika by @hyydrochloricacidd

Uwwaahh we have sisters!! Anika is so unnervingly tall and creepy, I love that seemingly doll-like look on her face. It feels very uncanny! I can't wait to draw her sister Anala soon.

Root by @therootthatquestiond]

AHH a drawing in Roblox!! (p≧w≦q) I love Roblox, you did a really great job!! We appreciate our quiet guy Root. Praise Root.

[froggibus]

MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY

Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson

Genre: fluff

CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff

| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6’2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |

YES YES OF COURSE!!! there’s almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but it’s nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!

they’re such bullies i’m so sorry

expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade) 

and expect them to parry anything you say with “you’re short” (mostly Logan)

you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it

standing in line? Logan’s leaning his arm on your shoulder. 

at a party? Wade’s propping himself up on the top of your head 

Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunity 

if you’re being a brat, he won’t hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you

whether that’s him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personal 

as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he can’t help himself—he’ll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of them 

they’re such teases they’ll talk about you like you’re not completely stuck between them

“nice weather we’re having, hey?”

“oh yeah, real nice bub”

they’ll keep chatting until you’re whining and pushing against them to just get out 

Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggle 

and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone charger 

they’ll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly they’re racing to get it down for you 

these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar

one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when they’re not physically with you, they’re watching you too) 

and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you

on especially hard days, your size is just what they need 

coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world

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if you enjoy content like this, interactions go a long way!! likes, comments & rbs are always appreciated ^^

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy

Boy can I??? I’d be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you can’t change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!

Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff

It wasn’t entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You weren’t sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didn’t believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.

He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didn’t even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didn’t even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.

He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasn’t bending your body in ways you didn’t think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid you’d run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re doing so good.” He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. “I just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. That’s what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this. You’re too good for me.” He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. “You’re just so… I can’t believe you’re all mine.” His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didn’t have much experience before you, but now he just can’t get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9

But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.

“Do what?” He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.

“This. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel… okay.” You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.

But it wasn’t just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows weren’t as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. You’d make him dinner, you’d invite him to watch a movie with you. And you’d tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and you’d talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldn’t help the way he felt, he couldn’t help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.

Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile he’d stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“You like them?” He would ask as if it wasn’t obvious, but he’d do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. “Yeah? I saw them and thought about you.”

He always thought about you. There wasn’t a single waking second where he didn’t. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didn’t need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.

Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.

“E-Eric.. Please.” You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and he’d leave you alone. But it wasn’t enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.

But he figured he’d have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.

“I’m sorry baby.” He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. “You know I get carried away sometimes… You’re just so..”

He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasn’t often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.

Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.

“Baby?” You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.

With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.

“I’m sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.” He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.

“Oh my god, Eric.” You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I found it outside, it’s kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didn’t want a car to hit it. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.” He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. “Please don’t cry.”

“No… No Eric I’m not..” You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Eric’s chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. “I’m not upset at all. It’s just… I’ve never had my own pet before. And it’s so cute, can we keep it, please? It’d be our little child.”

The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought he’d feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course we can keep it. He’s kinda cute, right?” Eric chuckled as he scratched the little one’s head.

“Or she.”

Your little ball of fur wasn’t the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.

You matched each other perfectly, in every way.

[jinxvex]

I need more sweet sfw sevika! You write her so perfectly 😫 could you maybe do sevika being all cutesie and worried, comforting her s/o through a migraine? Tyyyy 🩷🩷🩷

♱ gf!sevika comforting you through a migraine!! (sfw) ♱

got chu! 🫶🏽👏🏽😘 we accept the wholesome shit around here too! AKDFKL

thank you for the request!

cw: no nsfw! all cute & comfort!! mentions of kissing + lovey dovey shit.

as you lay in the bed shared by you and your girlfriend sevika in your (also shared) living space, you were cursed yet again with the most painful throbbing in your head-- it leaked straight to your brain, face, and neck, causing you immense pain. it'd never been this bad before.

you've gotten used to the pain of occasional migraines that were stress induced by living in the dangerous underground city of zaun-- constantly plagued by the fear of getting robbed, killed, or worse.

or perhaps your migraines were hereditary? who knows.

it doesn’t help that your partner (sexy butch lesbian) sevika hasn't been home in a while, she usually helped you through the intense pain, caressing you, promising you she'd always protect you (although you could probably do a good job of that by yourself! u ain't no punk!).

the pain only seemed to get worse as the hours went by, your hands clutching and clawing at your skull in an attempt to alleviate the pain, causing your vision to turn white and your stomach to churn.

suddenly, after what seemed like days, the front door to your dimly lit apartment creaked open with the arrival of the person you loved most, sevika.

sevika was greeted with amplified silence as she made her way into the sacred place she shared with you-- you'd usually be waiting for her near the front door, ready to hug, kiss, and ask about her day.

she was confused at the nothingness that encapsulated what usually felt lively; like a breath of fresh air compared to the depressing streets of zaun.

she eventually makes her way to the bedroom and eventually finds you lying there, in the fetal position and visible discomfort.

she’d ends up next to you in an instant. already knowing what was bothering you, yet again.

“baby? sweetheart, are you alright?” + “is it your head again?” she questions in genuine concern.

you slowly rise out of the cocoon you’ve made with your body to wrap your arms around her and cry into her neck, “it hurts so badly vika…”

she couldn't bear the thought of you hurting so much. she quickly (but gently) hooks her mech arm around your waist and rests her hand on your lower shoulder (think flynn rider and rapunzel when they hug at the end of the tangled).

as she revels in the warmth and smell of your neck, she whispers nothing but sweet and comforting things into your ear as her other flesh hand massages the area that hurts the most.

“s’okay, baby, i’m here now.” + “gonna make it all better for you, sweet girl, don’t worry.” + “shh look at me. ‘m gonna take care of you honey, i promise.”

and she makes good on that promise! she gives you medicine, bathes you, give ya kisses all over + cooks you food!!

hope u like!! ❦