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Idk how to explain it better really. Cause people will take this game so deadly serious. Like People know what it means, what the game talks about. IT'S SO FUCKING SAD, They make fictional themes outside the game KNOWING the message of the game; just because they make a HC doesn't mean they don't know what canon implies. Many artists has been harassed constantly because they didn't follow the canon.
Also the whole Anya grape (gonna keep censoring the word cause apparently pisses people off because this is not tik tok. I don't care move on) they only see her as a victim. Like she can't have a good ending and i don't mean the "she keeps the baby" I HATE THAT HC TOO. Thing is I'm not going my way to send death threats to people who does. I know it's fictional. I would worry more about actual victims who have to read how people only want to see Anya as a victim. I remember one person on twitter, SA victim, saying she was so happy many artists were seeing Anya as more than a victim and making happy aus (Not necessary the baby, i say this again, cause I'm sure people will say something like 'Oh so you want her to keep the baby' No, I hate that thanks)
You can criticise the game but never attack people the way I've seen whenever someone had made a drawing. Insulting them, sending death threats, going on mass to try to end artists accounts, idk, why don't you put all of that force into real perpetrators? Instead of random drawings?
People had attacked an artist on twitter (He's famous for doing Mouthwashing animations) this person does the most fun in animation but apparently people get offended by that too and instead of blocking content they don't like. They were harassed hard, he had to remove a few videos. That's not normal.
Even WRONG ORGAN had to come out and tweet saying to chill cause people in this fandom get soooo sooo in their head they will harass everyone in their way.
And also people who will explain the game over and over to you, in every post. Of why you shouldn't interpret it like that, when the game has the most unreliable narrator. Like just let people interpret stuff and draw their thing.
I genuinely think Mouthwashing fandom is a good example on how real life misogyny is very wired on people brains and influenced how they engage with fictional misogyny.
You have a story about a woman being assaulted and telling a man he trusted but being dismissed because he is friends with the attacker, and people fixate on shipping her with either of those men.
You have a story about how men that downplay their male friends violence, assume neutrality is the safer option, unintentionally help create an environment that's unsafe to vulnerable people, at a risk becoming a victim themselves. And people make it about toxic yaoi.
You have a character kill herself because she didn't want birth the child of her abuser. And people make AUs where she happily keep the baby.
Misogyny isn't just "I hate this women", it's also downplaying their trauma, defending those who caused it, and reducing them to mothers or wives against their wished under this idea of what womanhood is about.
I don't think we can separate fandom misogyny from it's real world influence, not yet.
#Mouthwashing#I'm ready for the massive hate. I already got some funny messages#Personal rant#These characters are not real. You can see the reflection in the real world. Characters are so good they seem real#But I've seen people defend them as if they were real people. Idk get some reality check
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please please please do different arcane/opla character's kinks???? (preferably some Jayce but yk-)
OMG I was just returning to arcane roots. Mind you I haven't seen the recent season (Im waiting for my mom and sister since we all watched dit together) UHH take these smutty lil kinky lil headcanona!
P.s For as much smut as i write I have the hardest time remembering the differences between kinks and fetishes BUT I think I got it down lol. Bare with me yall.
P.P.S. I'll make a part two with some more of these guys lol I started to draw a blank on a few and get burnt out but I want to provide QUALITY writing to y'all
Enjoy-
Silco
Yknow every time I come on this god forsaken app I find myself thirsting over dead midleages if not older men....
Ahem
Smoking and Begging I feel like would be two kinks of his. And like he already is a smoker so just translating that over to the bedroom....oof.
I feel like he's the type to smoke after or before, but like in a way that relaxes him even further? YK what I'm saying? Perhaps he'll even offer you some with a firm grip on your face while he blows smoke into your mouth, just before he kisses you.
I also think the begging gets him hot under the collar. Just the idea of his partner asking so desperately for release knowing he's in control of whether they're allowed to or not really does it for him. He's ruthless but sweet in the most deliciously contradicting way. Saying things like, " Begging is so unbecoming of you my dear," or "You can beg better than that, I thought you wanted to cum?"
Sevika
Sevika my belovedddddd <3 come home baby the kids miss you lmao. Sevika seems like the type to be down for a lot but also has her limits? One thing that really gets her going though is overstim/multiple orgasms. Please let her pull as many as she can from you its literally her favorite thing watching her partner come undone. She likes to see how messy you get and how your thighs tremble and shake, damn near tensing up from the strain.
She starts slow. Maybe two...then three more.....how bout we shoot for 4 to 5? SIx you say?! Alright, let's just say fuck it and go for 7.
"C'mon, you can give me one more. Thatssss it, let go."
Vander
This is a harworking, loving, family man okay. He doesn't have time for a lot...However, he definitely has time to just have you squeeze down on him with those hot, wet walls, simply existing. Ahhh yes the art of cockwarming in cwich he is an expert in. Hes a sneaky fucker too, taking time to just position you in front of him so he can slip his cock into you, just enjoying your warmth. No movement, just there, your back to his chest, pretending like nothing is happening behind the counter.
He especially enjoys the late nights, your bodies melted into one as you just sinkkkkk down on him, just adjusting to his length, fighting the urge to move as does he. Just that's part of the fun. Expect lots of soft gentled caresses as yout walls memorize him
Vi
Babygirls got a thing for hot chicks in uniform. Be in business attire, military, or otherwise, she loves it.
I mean, honestly, I was not hot about clean white button-downs tucked into fancy dress pants adorned by emblems of silver or gold. A nice neat hairstyle, no flyaways, very much office siren.
And please god don't let you have a snappy domineering attitude, telling her what to do, sexily taunting. Babygirl will be weak in the knees.
Jinx
I donât think sheâd have any kinks if Iâm being honest. I see Jinx as a very experimental and fun but soft and vanilla lover. She enjoys being treated softly and gentle, especially in a moment of vulnerability like being intimate with a partner.
Viktor
I hate to be the one to say it but stalkings/knee highs and glasses⌠Yall HEAR ME OUTTT HEAR ME OUT! I know that sounds really bad but if you see the vision. I feel like Viktor is a lover of pretty things, patterns and decoration. The feeling of lace or tights under his fingertips, the thrill of being the one who gets to remove your glasses before you go down on him.
All is truly a treat in his pretty yellow eyes. Especially when it's his beloved and devoted partner. He takes his time with you treating you delicately as he pulls the fabric off your kneesocks away to reveal pretty legs he gets to you all the way up to the main prize. He likes taking his time unwrapping his gifts. His favorite part is discarding it all from your body. Or at the very least, making you do it.
"Strip." He hums, leaning forward as you shed layers of clothes with a smile.
Ekko
At first I was thinking that mmm Ekko doesn't have any really kinks. Maybe heâs more vanilla but then I got thinkingâŚ
Nah nah this guy..
He likes being bitten.
Oddly enough he wasnât sure why when you had first done it on impulse, the two of you in one of your more intimate moments. You hand grazed his shoulder, only applying slight pressure before stopping yourself from going too hard but the sound it pulled form him. Gorgeous.
âD-Do it again. Please?â He asks, lifting a bit above your too see your glossed fucked our eyes.
âBite you?â You reiterate, trying to read him and itâs nothing but pure lust and adoration.
âBaby, please.â He huffs, lulling his neck to the side, giving you access.
Please mark him up he really likes it.
#x reader#reader is black#headcannons#hes so hot#blurb#smut#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane headcannons#ekko arcane#jinx arcane#vi arcane#viktor arcane#silco arcane#vanderarcane#arcane smut#arcane netflix#arcane season 2#arcane season 2 smut
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i procrastinated on this for months and it didn't even take that long to finish lol things got very bad at work this year and i just didn't have the energy but i'm really happy with how it turned out!
(edit: thank you so much to everyone enjoying this piece! i'm so happy there are more people thinking about it.)
some of my favourite details and long self-indulgent ramble below the cut.
as much as i love the unicorn leg in the show i really wish they gave izzy an actual post-amputation swordfight scene, which probably would imply a more practical prosthesis because honestly that candle scene looks very painful and pretty difficult to adapt in combat. so basically i wanted him to have a prosthesis that could work.
for the poses i mostly just took basic right-handed cavalry sabre movements that would need lots of force and/or mobility from the left leg (i really, really want to see him do flèches (no more modern competition rules aha!!); i doubt he'd like it since it's very risky but it would be so fucking awesome. imagine him just throwing himself full-speed at the opponent and passing through them. the sabre isn't a pointy weapon but hell that would just look amazing. although looking at it again i probably drew it more like a pass forward âŚ). now thinking about it i should have included a salute because he'd absolutely do that and make everyone do it in unison at the start of training sessions and it's just a cool series of gestures. also the dagger doesn't really look right ⌠anyway.
the prosthesis is loosely based on those 16th-century moveable leg prostheses by ambroise parĂŠ (on a side note, he did hand prostheses too and i think it's a good reference for spanish jackie's hand), douglas bly's above-knee prosthesis in the 19th century and modern running prosthetic legs, for the need of explosive force in lunges, as well as historic fencing and buhurt gears. although i'm horrible at physics so it probably won't work in reality lol.
the text is in french simply because i learned fencing in french and didn't want to make mistakes in the vocabulary. the small words from left to right top to bottom are: motion (movement?), knee (front), knee (back), ankle & foot, locked, flèche (as in fencing; the word itself means âarrow���), unlocked (middle french spelling because i like it), lunge, en garde position in tierce (i somehow can't find any fixed way to say this in english; it's just the basic stance with the third hand position). the text on the left is probably quite awkward honestly but i can't not put it there because it's fun lol it reads âleg and foot prosthesis designed for first mate hands, by doctor roach with the assistance of frenchie, realised (built? made? constructed? manufactured?) by black pete and wee john feeney and the entirety of the crew of the revenge under co-captains stede bonnet and edward teach, illustrated by lucius spriggsâ. so yes any mistake in there is theirs and not mine lmao (no). the font is very loosely based on my memory of jean jannon's regular and italic typefaces.
i still have other drawing ideas for ofmd but i'm also into a lot of other things now ⌠i'll probably get to them a few months later.
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HO HO HO! COLE CAUFIELD
â event masterlist !
pairing: fem!reader x cole caufield
summary: cole draws the short straw and has to dress as santa claus for the team party
warnings: mentions of kids + habs players
wc: 1.32k
notes: fic nine of my twelve days of christmas! sort of inspire by how jeremy swayman would dress up for linus ullmarks kids. i just know cole would be so engaged with those kids, pretending like he hates it but he's actually having fun being dressed as santa
The party was already in full swing by the time you and Cole arrived, the low hum of conversation layered over bursts of laughter and the occasional shriek of children playing tag around the towering Christmas tree in the center of the room. The festive energy in Nick and Caitlinâs home was contagious â the twinkling light, the faint scent of cinnamon and pine, and the gleaming smiles of the players and their families made the room feel alive.
Cole, beside you, was decidedly less enthused.
âIâm just saying,â he muttered, his hand resting lightly on your back as you navigated through the crowd. âItâs not fair that just because we donât have kids, I automatically have to be Santa this year.â
âThatâs not the only reason and you know it. You were the one who lost the bet.â you pointed out with a grin, enjoying his simmering annoyance far more than you should. âBesides, you make a cute Santa.â
He shot you a flat look, though the corner of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. âSantaâs supposed to be, like, jolly and old. NotâŚâ He gestured vaguely to himself. âWhatever I am.â
âGrumpy and young?â you teased, leaning into him. âDonât worry. Iâm sure the kids will love you.â
His response was a low grumble as you slipped into the guest room where the Santa costume was laid out, along with a fat suit to help Cole mimic the jolly old man's build.
âGet changed, Claus,â you said, giving him a playful nudge.
With a dramatic sigh, Cole began to change into the suit. You could hear him muttering something under his breath about âteam spiritâ and âridiculous traditions,â but you knew heâd go through with it. That was just Cole â heâd complain all he wanted, but in the end, he always showed up.
A couple of minutes later, after struggling to pull the red garments on, Cole had become Santa Claus. The red suit hung awkwardly on him, and the faux beard was slightly askew, revealing the shadow of his jawline. His hair, always a little too wild to fully cooperate, stuck out from under the Santa hat. And yet, somehow, he made it work â or maybe that was just the biased opinion of someone who was hopelessly in love with him.
âHo, ho, ho,â he deadpanned, his voice as flat as the look he was giving you.
âPerfect,â you said, grinning as you adjusted the beard slightly. âYouâll have the kids lining up in no time.â
Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the main room, the children noticed Santaâs arrival. A collective gasp rippled through the group, followed by excited shrieks and a mad dash toward Cole. A wave of tiny hands tugged at his sleeve and bounced around him like he was a celebrity.
To his credit, Cole softened almost instantly. His shoulders dropped, and though he still looked a little awkward in the suit, a patient smile replaced the scowl. He sank into the oversized armchair that had been prepped for Santa, leaning back with a sigh.
One by one, the kids lined up to share their Christmas wishes. One girl asked for a Barbie dreamhouse; a little boy rambled enthusiastically about a remote-controlled dinosaur; and Hudson Matheson earnestly requested a new puppy even though you could both see Mike and Emily mouthing âNOâ from across the room.
You leaned against the doorway, trying to contain your grin. There was something inexplicably heart-melting about watching Cole interact with the kids. He wasnât trying too hard â just enough to make them feel heard and special.
At one point, David Savardâs young boy piped up, âSanta, youâre kinda short.â
The room fell silent for a split second before a ripple of chuckles from the adults broke the tension. Coleâs head turned slowly toward you, his expression deadpan, though his eyes held a glimmer of amusement. You could practically hear the sarcastic remark forming in his head, but instead, he leaned down toward the boy.
âShort?â he asked, lowering his voice like he was letting the boy in on a big secret. âThatâs just because the North Pole has less gravity. Makes us all a little taller up there. But when I come down here, I, uh, shrink a bit.â
His brow furrowed as he tried to process this information. After a moment, he nodded, satisfied with the answer. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as Cole shot you a quick, triumphant smirk.
The questions about the North Pole kept coming. âHow do reindeer fly?â asked one little girl with bright pigtails. âIs it true elves donât sleep?â asked another. Cole handled each inquiry with surprising ease, weaving a tapestry of whimsical explanations about reindeer protein shakes and elves who take âsnow napsâ instead of sleeping.
The more you watched, the harder it became to ignore the growing warmth in your chest. You werenât sure how long you stood there, simply watching your boyfriend interact with the kids, but eventually, Nick sidled up next to you, nudging you lightly with his elbow.
âGotta admit,â he said, grinning as he watched Cole answer yet another question, âheâs better at this than I thought heâd be.â
You laughed softly. âYeah, heâs pretty great.â
Nick raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. âYouâre totally swooning right now.â
You didnât bother denying it. How could you, when Cole was sitting there, surrounded by a crowd of giggling kids, wearing a Santa suit that somehow made him even more endearing?
Eventually, Nick stepped in to relieve Cole of his duties, telling the kids that Santa had to get back to the North Pole to work on the gifts theyâd requested. Cole waved goodbye, returning hugs to the tots who came and hugged his hip. You slipped out of the room shortly after Cole did, going back to the spare room he used as a change room. When you entered, Cole was slumped down on the bed, the fake beard askew and the Santa hat sitting crooked on his head. You approached him, grinning as he peeled off the beard and ran a hand through his mussed hair.
âWell?â he asked, his voice tired but still laced with a faint hint of amusement. âHowâd I do?â
âAdorable,â you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. âYou mightâve just saved Christmas.â
Cole groaned dramatically, though the corners of his mouth curved upward. âGreat. From now on, Iâm Santa every year, huh?â
You laughed, sitting beside him. âOh, absolutely. Youâre a natural.â
His eyes narrowed slightly, his lips twitching as if suppressing a grin. âYou know, you were staring at me pretty hard back there. Almost like you were⌠enjoying the whole Santa look a little too much.â
Heat crept up your neck. âWhat? No. Thatâsââ
âOh, no need to be embarrassed,â he cut you off, leaning back with an exaggerated stretch. âIf youâre into jolly old men in red suits, who am I to judge?â
âActually,â you said, the corners of your mouth lifting, âIâm more into whatâs under the suit.â
His eyes fully opened now, the exhaustion replaced with something sharper, warmer, as his gaze fixed on yours. âYeah?â he murmured, his voice dropping just slightly, invitingly.
You leaned closer, one hand settling on his thigh, the grin on your face softening into something more intimate. âYeah,â you replied, your tone leaving no room for argument. âGrumpy, young, and ridiculously good with kids? Thatâs the real magic.â
He looked at you for a beat, his amusement softening into something warmer. âYou really know how to make a guy feel special,â he teased, but his hand slid up to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. âEven when heâs wearing a fat suit.â
You laughed and leaned into his touch, the festive sounds of the party fading into the background. âMerry Christmas, Cole.â
He grinned, tilting his forehead to yours. âMerry Christmas, sweetheart.â
#cole caufield#cole caufield imagine#cole caufield x reader#nhl#nhl imagine#hockey#hockey imagine#montreal canadiens#cc13#`âŚË âď¸ đâš my works#clover's twelve days of christmas!
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we're getting into the cover compositions that start falling apart ! i really adore stan and mabel being outside the frame, bringing in the purple from step V, and the green from step IV . playing with visuals is neat ! drawing those pictures was less neat !
this was the hardest chapter to wrte and sat unfinished for WEEKS . chapter seven wasn't even going to exist, but six got so long i had to split it up . it was wild . for a long time i had no idea what they were even gonna be doing on this planet . there used to be a, like, fortress they needed to break into ?
the family splitting up was always part of the plan, but originally it was because there was a large gate they needed to get through, and ford was gonna go alone until dipper volunteered to go with him . that was back when i was gonna try and have ford persuade dipper into being his apprentice, like he did in the show, because it was weird in the show too . but that sucked and slowed the whole pace down . i much prefer the rift getting escalated for emotional reasons .
was a challenge re enforcing a lot of fords abilities, along with introducing the journal, and trying to find a way to make it entertaining . i really love the response to ford, and one of my favorite things writing him is the way he describes things in the stupidest terms . like the shampoo & conditioner comment . the 30 second audio clips bit makes me think of those shitty cheap plastic toys you'd buy at claire's, where you get like, one minute of an nsync song . i think mabel would have loved those honestly
originally ford was also way more of a dick about mabel, specifically, but i realized i hate that a bit and really tried to punch up how sweet he is on the kids . i'm glad i did that, because i think its a lot stronger narratively that the dude has no ill thoughts towards the kids - dipper's attitude is just him listening, absorbing, and projecting in a way that helps him regain some control over his home situation
lots to say about the kids and their deal, though that could be its own separate thing . i'll just say it went under a lot of revisions, and had a lot of conversations about it . my goal was to have some pushback on the idea that mabel is this emotionally enlightened bastion of truth . god i have a lot i could rant on this point, but i really want to get across it's not a good thing when your 12 yr old niece tries to give you a therapy session . like . that's a bad thing, overall, to be quite honest .
dipper's whole thing is just aaaaaaaaaaaa it's hard to be trans in 2012 . well it's hard to be trans in general . dipper pines i love you i want you to know that you sweaty weirdo . you and your sister are gonna be just fine
it's fun that the kids become less of a background element once both adults in the room start to pay proper attention to them . as i write these chapters, i like to imagine that mabel and dipper are just having a regular ass gravity falls adventure, while the adults are having to walk down trauma lane lalalalal
oh fuck we also get the man in the hallway with his mystery pendant . did anyone see that guy the fuck was up with that . oh well i guess that's not important L O L
oh fuck this was also the professional working relationship chapter what the fuck ... i'm gonna be honest i laugh about that everytime .... the entire scene where bill starts counting his teeth almost got cut which would have been fucking stupid . yes i am referencing macdennis with them . yes ford does tell bill to smoke a cigarette to get rid of the toxins . that's how it SHOULD be . that's how a working relationship GOES
anyways ford and stanley's home life was fucked the fanfiction the movie . yay
bill is in everyone's hallway if you force the perspective enough:
favorite part:
âDipper, there are⌠certain quirks of demon containment that are easier to let happen than argue about.â Ford says. Teeth counting is one of the top ones. Along with letting Bill clip his nails when theyâve grown out too long, or cut his hair when it gets too shaggy, or⌠actually, thereâs a lot of things Bill will throw a fit about if Ford fights him over it. Though Ford supposes he has his own list as well, including forcing Bill to do regular blood checks, and have consistent meals with appropriate dietary restrictions. Dipper, clearly, doesnât get it, and Ford acknowledges he is too young to understand a professional working relationship.
in case anyone was confused about there being anything romantic okay . please review the above paragraph it is VERY clear about the nature of their relationship, thank you
The family gets separated by some stupid metaphors, the kids have some normal and healthy conversations, and both Pines brothers handle the situation very, very well.
Everything's going just peachy, so long as you ignore all the problems.
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How about, before-bed ass expansion? Could be fun..
It was a guilty pleasure. I never told her about it because I didn't want to make it a big deal. It was just a nice little treat at the end of my day. I figured she had to be aware of it at least to some extent; it was her body, after all. But I kept quiet and simply watched, night after night. See, it was part of my girlfriendâs routine to brush her teeth every night, just before bed. Sheâd already be in her pajamas, invariably some kind of tank top and a pair of loose pants, which is what brought the whole show together.
My girlfriend, to put it bluntly, had a really nice ass.
It wasnât huge, but it had a great shape and really fit her figure nicely. It was big enough to grab hold of or, when I needed to get her in the mood quickly, give it a firm smack. While her exercise regimen meant that there wasnât a ton of jiggle to it, there was just enough to really captivate me. And it did, every night, watching her brush her teeth.
My bedroom was laid out in such a way that I could see her standing over the sink from my bed, albeit if I leaned forward slightly. She would rant, her words garbled by the brushing and the foam, and I would not along and make little âUh huhâ or âNo kiddingâ responses, just to encourage her to keep going. For three minutes or so, sheâd move her arm back and forth, twist her body at her slender waist, and her ass would wobble back and forth. It was fucking hypnotic. I couldnât look away from it. Like I said, I donât know if she did it on purpose, but I wasnât about to say something and risk losing my nightly treat. It always put me in a playful mood for when she finally climbed into bed and that made her feel sexy and attractive (which she absolutely was and is), so it was a win-win. Why mess with a good thing?
On this night, however, things would go a little different. I was, once again, not really listening to her story. Something about a cake that someone brought into the office that she said tasted funny. I was a little distracted. It really was hypnotic; I couldnât take my eyes off of it as it subtly swung back and forth, her pajamas tight over her ass as each peak of the swing. It took a few seconds for me to notice that her pants were getting tighter. And tighter. And tighter. My brow furrowed, watching her pants draw taut over the wobbling globes that made up my girlfriendâs lower half. The wobbling, too, was getting more intense, despite the increasing tightness of her clothing. Her ass seemed to fucking ripple as she swung back and forth. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat was dry; nothing but a hoarse whisper came out. And she was so wrapped up in her story that I doubt I could have gotten a word in edge-wise.
All I could do was watch as her lower half ballooned outward, growing softer and thicker before my eyes. It usually took her only three or four minutes to brush her teeth, but each second seemed to drag on forever. The growing thickness spread, too, clearly widening her hips and thickening her thighs, pushing her poor pajama bottoms. I could start to hear the fabric creaking, the seams straining. I had to say something.
ââŚand itâs like, yâknow, stick to favorites? Donât bring in whatever papaya-mango-pickle juice bullshit you like. If itâs for the group, get flavors that everyone will like!â
âUm⌠babe?â
âI mean, thatâs what I did! Last month? I brought in chocolate and vanilla. Basic, maybe, but you know that everyone is going to find something they want!â
âBabe! Hang on a sec!â
âBut, nooooo, force us all to swallow down your bullshit while we all force a smile and say that the flavor is âinterestingâ. And then we have to hope you donât see when we shovel that shit into the trash where it-â
âJennica!â
She jumped, rolling her eyes as she spat out the toothpaste and slammed her brush down on the counter. âJesus, Tom, what?â
I didnât know what to say but, thankfully, her ass did the talking for me. At that moment, her pajama bottoms finally gave way, loudly tearing, soft flesh spilling out through the opening. As soon as thereâs an opening, the fabric is no match to the growing onslaught of her ass, shredding around her widened hips, her fatter ass, her thickened thighs. She twists at the hips, turning to look at her ass sticking out behind her, a hand reaching down to grab it and verify that it really is part of her body and it really is growing. Her eyes look towards me with panic and lust.
âHoly fucking shitâŚâ
A flicker of recognition passes over her face, her eyes going wide as she staggers forward. Her ass jiggles like never before, each footfall rippling upward through the softest parts of her body. She stops short at the door frame, realizing that sheâll need to turn sideways to fit through it. As her ass brushes against it anyway, she lets out a needy whimper, making the rest of the journey to the bed and flopping down onto it. Her ass jiggles for what feels like an eternity, wobbling like gelatin, sloshing like a water bed. It finally stops moving and, at that point, I can tell that itâs stopped growing. My girlfriend buries her face in a pillow, clearly embarrassed.
âI think⌠allergic reaction? Maybe?â
I let out a non-committal grunt. I still cant take my eyes off of her eyes, her cheeks swallowing her panties between them. My hand tingles. I canât help myself. I reach up, hand hovering in the air for a few moments before-
SMACK!
It comes crashing down on her doughy rear. I watch the impact in slow motion, watching it sink into her flesh, watching it spread out over her softness, rippling back and forth, taking forever to settle. For a moment, the sound of the spank hangs in the air only to be interrupted by my girlfriend, throwing her head back and letting out a howled moan. Her cheeks clench together, leading to more sloshing, a red handprint blooming on her skin. She looks up at me, lust in her eyes, her breath coming out in ragged puffs.
âAgain. Please. And, uh⌠h-harder this time. Like you fucking mean it.â
#ass expansion#ass growth#growing out of clothes#Oblivious growth#GO asks#I have a lot of asks in my inbox rn#Gonna go try to answer as many as I can#There are some I'm just not into#So I might not get to every one that's been sent
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WIP Wednesday
Hello everyone, happy Wednesday <3 This will be my last wip until two weeks time due to the holiday so we'll get back to normal Jan 1st. Starting the new year off right :)
Thank you for the tag @hircines-hunter <3
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Theodora's children have taken over my brain and I got this silly idea of Arthano visiting Ceri at the CoW while she is working under Faralda in Destruction. Though she notices he's acting odd, not like himself... he's so real for this love older women under the cut because long EDIT: He has blood on him from fighting a bear earlier he's fine don't worry about him
Whilst they are chatting in the main courtyard, her explaining the three different towers and what they contained, her mentor approaches them.
âHello Professor Faralda, how are you this afternoon?â Thereâs a notable change in her brotherâs, suddenly standing taller as he removes the bloodied gloves, holding them behind his back as though he were hiding them.
âIâm quite well, Ceridwen.â A soft smile towards her before turning to him. âAh, you must be Arthano, your sister mentioned her brother would be visiting.â
âYes, I am Ceridwenâs brother, pleasure to meet you Professor Faralda.â Ceridwen? Ata and Ricardo called that, Mother only doing so in formal settings; her eldest sibling never used her full name. Only ever Ceri. It felt foreign hearing it in his voice, saying it casually like it was the norm for them. Now that she thinks more on it, everything he said sounded unlike him. Far too formal to come naturally from the lovable but brash man she knew him to be. Here he was using the type of speech they made fun of others for, especially their brother. Even on serious occasions, he had a habit of making jokes out of anything and everything; now very polite.
âIâve been told you are a mage yourself, a conjurer specifically.â Gesturing with his hand, the older continues with his odd speech, adding mannerism to the mixture as well.
âYes, I mostly work with bound weapons but Iâve dabbled a bit in Destruction myself. Nowhere near Ceridwen but not inexperienced.â Dabbled? Is that what he calls it?
âWhat spells in particular? Electromacy like your sister?â
âI mostly stay in the realm of pyromancy.â Repeated use of the Flames spell because he coulded be bothered to learn more is not exactly what she would refer to as pyromancy; Arthano was always one to stretch the truth. Faralda extends a similar smile to him now.
âHmm,, very interesting, I assume youâll be accompanying Ceridwen to dinner this evening?â
âNaturally of course.â
âWell, perhaps we all can discuss further then, I have some work to attend to now.â Turning to leave, the instructor makes one final comment. âArthano?â
âYes Faralda?â Such a stupid grin wipes over his face. What is going on with him?
âYou are very much as your sister described you. Though Iâd wash the blood off before dinner.â
âYes Maâam.â
Still caught up in how abnormal heâs being, itâs not until he opens his mouth again does she draw a conclusion. Fixing his posture, uncharacteristically proper tone, inflating his Destruction skills as if they were No.
âHmm, so youâve mentioned me?â His eyes still watching Faralda leave she seizes the opportunity while heâs distracted. Ripping one of the gloves out of his hand, she whacks him with it.
âNo, no, no!â
âWhat the fuck? I haven't done anything!â At last he is sounding like himself again. One more smack in the shoulder as she disregards what he is saying. âHelp help, Iâm being assaulted!â
âIâm sorry I donât want my brother trying to get with my advisor!â
âIâm not trying to do anything, Ceri. Just introducing myself, I donât know if youâve heard but that is the polite thing to do when meeting someone for the first time.â Another smack as she throws the glove this time, letting him retrieve it from the snow.
âLike I believe that,â In an attempt to mimic his voice she utters his own words back at him âIâve also dabbled a bit in Destruction myself, please.â As he stands up, dawning the bloodied gloves once again. âItâs gross.â A smirk almost as stupid as his grin prior appears.
âWell Ceri, thatâs not nice to say about your professor. Respect your elders, she seems far from gross.â
Ugh her brother strived to find the balance between charming and insufferable, something he was normally good at. Being naturally social had its benefits. Everyone could appreciate a good joke and if they couldnât, well then he had no reason to bother with them further. Now however, knowing he had an interest in her mentor, the woman who had graciously taken her under her wing, makes her more annoyed than anything.
âYou, youâre gross.â Briefly, her hands flex, forgetting she has already thrown the glove at him. âAnd sheâs too old for you.â
âOh I wouldnât say that, how old is she?â Brow raised in curiosity, the younger answers him before it occurs to he should not be given such details.
âSheâs one-hundred twenty something, donât remember exactly.â
âOh weâre fine, less than a century apart. Barely noticeable even.â The gap between her and Ralos was barely noticeable, two years; Ninety-odd years was definitely something to take note of. But unfortunately this checked out for her brother, perhaps she can introduce him to someone else, maybe the bard at The Frozen Hearth. He had long, shiny, blonde hair. Very within his type.
âThatâs a pretty large gap, Arthano.â He shrugs.
âWell, Mother and Ata are what? One-hundred? One-hundred ten years apart? Iâm doing well comparatively.â She stutters, trying to find the right words to shut him up, he is however, too quick for her. âWhy is she a war criminal?â
âWhat? No, absolutely not.â The College was a neutral organization, both faculty and students coming from across Tamriel for the purposes of advancing magical study. Conflicts were left at the gates, to imply anything different was a lie. But heâs not implying anything about the College, rather making a further comparison to their parents.
"So I'm actually doing great."
âI should lock you in my dorm tonight and let you starve.â
#wip wednesday#oc: ceridwen#oc: arthano#ceri smacking him :P#can't blame a guy for trying#he likes pretty boys but there are not many in skyrim#so sad#well at least we have older women <3#ceri i won't let him embarrass you don't worry
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Remember the long distance friendship Elesa and Volkner got in my head ? You know how whenever you see your long distance friend, eventually you'll have to separate again when you both go home ?
I made a comic about that
Having to say goodbye is sad, but deep down they know it's never goodbye forever
More thoughts about Volkner and Elesa under cut
I've had the Volkner and Elesa friendship hc for a long time but it only recently evolved to an actual close long distance friendship in my head !
I think they get to meet regularly in Pasio ! I like to think Volkner loves Pasio because it's such a fun place for various reasons but being able to meet Elesa over there is the cherry on the top !
Elesa doesn't deal very well with goodbyes, she tries to part ways with a smile but she can't hide her sadness haha :'D
Elesa is the hugger type ! (imagine a hug from Elesa, wow !)
A friend could picture them being pen pals and I love the idea haha ! I think Elesa in particular would enjoy sending letters, with smol joltik doodles !
It's funny because I can also imagine them texting via an app while still sending letters to each other from time to time and Elesa would send texts like "I sent the letter ! >w<" or "Check your mailbox đ" or "Have you gotten it yet ?" which makes Volkner aware in advance of when he's gonna receive it. On the other hand when he sends a letter he often doesn't let her know at all so it's more of a surprise.
Via text they would share pics of their pokemon and memes, and sometimes music links. I think they have pretty different music tastes but are open to give a listen to what the other likes. Random but I think in songs Elesa has a preference for women's voices while Volkner has a preference for men's voices.
They sometimes like to do playful bets over pokemon battles, Elesa would be prone to initiate them ! I have a nice drawing idea about it, idk if I'll ever do it tho but I'll try to remember it !
That's all for now, thanks for reading ! They sure grew on me akskdn
#gym leader elesa#elesa pokemon#elesa#gym leader volkner#volkner#volkner pokemon#pokemon#cheesecake801art#my art#long distance friendship#Elesa on the 2nd panel looks so sad I wanna hug her auuuuuuugh#the comic resonates with me with my own experience with online friends#i was sad because I wanted to hug them before they left but I was too shy for that haha#don't wanna miss my chance next times !
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Oooh costume and prop details, nice!
@gameo-archive, fresh batch ahoy!
Transcript under the read more...
Anke! It's so nice to hear from you. It's George here, as I'm sure you know, from Dead Boy Detectives. Thank you so much for requesting a cameo. It's such a pleasure to see your name pop up once again.
I'm joined here by my trusted doglet, Raffy-roo, who is... actually, it's probably time for his food soon. I should check the time...
Thank you for writing in! Let's get straight into it. So, you've said you have "a couple of questions concerning props and costuming." Love, already love. "When Edwin dresses up in episode six, did you have any say in what he was wearing? Also, does he wear brown boots, instead of his usual black ones?" Yes! He does wear brown boots in episode six.
Did I "have any say in what he was wearing" um... I've actually just, funnily enough, spoken about this. The colour green was very important to me, um... and I shared that with Kelli [Dunsmore], our costume designer, and she very, very, you know, kindly... kindly's the wrong word, she had no obligation to even include it, you know, it's her vision, I should really just stay in my lane, but she found this gorgeous um green, I think it was like a merino wool, jumper and um she found green laces for the boots. I don't think they... I don't think you're able to see them in the show but that's... those small touches. You know, the devil really is in the detail and um that was, that was really, really cool.
Um, I'm tryna think if I tried on any others. I... I was... there was a chance I was going to wear a navy pinstripe suit as the hero costume, instead of the grey, but they didn't have enough copies at the time so we had to go with the grey. But I think the grey's best. Um... um, yeah.
"What motif does the Payne crest in his notebook show, and what inspired it?" Gosh, okay. I think there's a gryphon, or a lion... it's basically... I really thought it was important, or it felt accurate to me, that Edwin would have some kind of family sigil, you know. I imagined he'd have like a signet ring that he'd keep in the top drawer of his desk at the office. But he wouldn't wear the signet ring, because that would be... there's too many feelings about his family.
But there was something really interesting to me about him having his... the family crest, or the family sigil, embossed on the front of his notebook, and the idea that it would sit here, sit close to his heart, feels like an emotionally repressed boy's way of feeling, in some way, very sort of distantly connected to his family, and his parents. And I just, I thought there was something interesting there. It just... I pitched it... I was kind of a bit naughty, I actually pitched it straight to the head of props, Terry Weaver, and then Steve [Yockey] messaged like 'okay, hold on.' So I had to make a pitch. But they... they honoured it, so that was really cool. And again, like, Steve and Beth [Schwartz] and the team... everyone was so collaborative and that was so cool. That was so, so cool. Um.
"Who came up with the idea of the ironing board as a makeshift desk in episode two?" That probably would've been Tony [Wohlgemuth], our set designer. Or James [Willcock], our head of art/deco. It would've been... one of the two. But I agree, I think it's so cool, so genius. I love that opening shot in episode three where you see the ironing board. But this is the thing, it's like... the fun thing as an actor is we had no idea about any of that. We just walk onto set to rehearse and that's the first time we see it. And then we do a quick rehearsal, they set up, and then [clicks fingers] we start shooting. So it's so exciting for us, as the actors, when we walk on and see all this stuff. Sorry, I'm rambling. "Who picked the items that were put on it?" That would've been the art or set design departments.
"Finally, something unrelated to the show. I hope you received the drawing of Jenny's [whispers] wedding for Bri [Cuoco]. [Normal volume] According to the Royal Mail, it and some prints arrived at your agent's office about a week ago." Um, I actually chased this up. I have chased this up, and it's in transit to me, at my house. Rest assured, I will get it to Bri [whispers] for her wedding. [Normal volume] And I will put 'from'... I will tell her it's 'from all the Dead Boy fans', if that's the right thing to do. I mean, I'm sure it is. She's gonna absolutely love it, she's gonna be very moved by it. Um, I'll try and find a frame to put it in, as well, cause I think that would be really nice. Cause I know that will really mean a lot to her.
Okay, Anke, lots of love. Have a lovely week, look after yourself, and happy holidays. Bye!
Treated myself to another cameo, in which I enquire after Edwinâs dressed-up outfit, particularly the brown boots that are so difficult to see in the show â apparently, they have green laces to go with the green jumper (the attention to detail truly is amazing), the Payne crest on his notebook, and the ironing board as a makeshift desk. Also has some sleepy Raffy in the background.
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Is it ok if I ask for an Injustice!Leo and his S/O doing their fight rounds and s/o is flirting the hell out of him while fighting him until Leo gets fed up and goes dominant on S/O? (can it lead to 18+ smut after the fight is over, or imply it if you're not in the mood for smut?)
I love my blue boy so much!
Blue Armor (18+)
IJ2!Leonardo x Bluestar!reader
A/N: It is very much okay. For some strange reason I really struggled with this, and Iâve no idea why. Anyway, I hereby give you IJ2!Leonardo x âplayableâ reader, Bluestar. First of many characters you as the reader can take on to come. Hope it was worth the wait, and that youâll enjoy!đ
All characters are aged up.
Warnings: Sex with clothes on.
Outfit of Bluestar (reader) (made with AI, because ain't no way I can draw that). Donât worry about hair, skin color, facial features or body size. This is just to give you an idea of how you - the reader - would dress as Bluestar, and to give an idea of how your powers show. Itâs simply to create the illusion that you are a playable character in Injustice 2.
âHey! Babe! You almost got me! Not cool!â, Leo yelled, still flushed after having narrowly avoiding one of your light blue blasts of power, launched with one of your signature moves.
âThatâs kind of the point of a fightâ, you smiled, your fingertips charging up in a light blue glow, getting ready to throw another blast of light powered energy. âIt wouldnât be the first time I kicked your butt like thatâ.
âYeah, but I thought we agreed on not doing that this timeâ, Leo said, ready on his toes in case you decided to throw. âThought we agreed on a round for funâ.
âWe didnât agree on anythingâ, you smiled, the light blue energy from your fingertips forming into a ball of glowing energy in the palm of your hand. âCatch!â
You launched another ball of blue energy, your hair and cape flapping behind you from the momentum. And once more Leo proved himself fast, quickly dodging and rolling, his katanas up and ready.
âBabe!â
âUpsâ, you smiled innocently. âMight have added more to that one than I neededâ.
âYou think?â, Leo asked, shooting a quick glance at the now charred surface, where your blast had ended up. âItâs as if you want me to go rough on youâ.
âRough? On me? Neeveerâ, you smiled, dragging out your words, causing Leo to give you a deadpanned look. âWhat?â
âI can never just have a relaxing sparring with you, can I?â
âDepends on what you think of when you say ârelaxingââ, you smiled, letting your fingertips glow up once more. âIf you donât like the way I play, then youâll have to come over here and stop meâ.
âYou donât have to tell me that twiceâ, Leo said, a smirk forming on his lips, before he quickly jumped into action.
Leo had always been fast moving, always just out running your blasts. They were nothing new to him at this point. He had seen your powers in action many times, against all sorts of different opponents. He would never forget the time you were able to keep up against Superman, giving him the full run for his money. And now here Leo were, jumping, ducking and dodging your shots in order to get close to you. You swore you were ready. You always believed yourself to be ready whenever Leo got close. This time you would get the upper hand. This time you would win over your boyfriend in a spare. This would be the time.
As Leo got closer, you got yourself ready for some close up fighting. Hand to hand if needed⌠but once again you found yourself falling onto your back, having your legs being kicked out from underneath you, with one of Leoâs katanas at the top of your cape, sharp edge facing away from you, keeping you pinned to the ground underneath him.
Discarding his other katana, Leo straddled your hips, smiling smugly down at you. âI win, againâ.
âYou got lucky⌠againâ, you said, crossing your arms to act offended, only for your smile to break that facade.
Leo sat back and stared at you for a moment, both of you smiling like the love crazy idiots you were. One of his hands coming down to caress your clothed waist, still smiling up at you.
âYou do know how amazing that armor looks on you, right?â, Leo asked, his hand slowly moving from your waist and further down to your hip.
âYou might have mentioned it a few timesâ, you smiled with a small lip bite, knowing what was taking form in Leoâs mind.
âHave I?â, Leo asked, letting his hand wander to the top of your exposed thigh, where your shorts like garment clung to your skin, slowly and lightly gracing his nails across your skin, watching how you would react beneath him with small movements.
âYou usually say it before you take them off of meâ, you answered with a knowing smile.
âI do?â, Leo said with a small chuckle.
âYes, you doâ, you laughed. âYouâre becoming a creature of habitsâ.
âOh noâ, Leo said in a joking tone. âThat wonât work. I need to be unpredictable. How else will I be able to keep winning?â
âDonât get too cockyâ, you warned.
âIâm not cocky, just speaking the truthâ, Leo teased, letting his fingers run along the edge of your shorts, getting dangerously close to your intimate area, sending small pools of excitement to your core. âYou know what? Thereâs always something Iâve wanted to doâ.
âWhat?â, you asked, absentmindedly biting your bottom lip.
Leo placed his hands flat against your thighs, his fingertips poking up under the fabric of your shorts, before he slowly leaned down over you. âIâve always wanted to fuck you while you wore your armorâ.
You didnât expect Leoâs words to affect you the way that they did, excitement shooting directly to your underwear with your heart beating fast. âYou have?â
âYeahâ, Leo said, his thumbs smoothing over where your things meet your hips. âWill you let me do that? Will you let me fuck you in your armor?â
âYesâ, you said, already feeling yourself getting breathless.
âThen lay still, princessâ, Leo said, letting his fingers wander along your short shorts, getting closer and closer to the most intimate area, the scent of your arousal already thick in Leoâs nostrils.
Letting one finger poke under the fabric of your shorts and your underwear, Leo made contact with your soaking core, already dripping just by the thought of him.
âSo wetâ, Leo said, smiling up at you. âAnd I havenât even done anything to you yetâ. Letting his finger slowly glide along your slick folds, Leo kept an eye on how you shivered under him, your legs shaking by his touch. âSo wet Iâm inclined to believe that you can take my cock now. What do you think?â
âYesâ, you said, nodding your head eagerly.
âYes what?â
âI am ready for your cock, Leoâ, you said, lifting your hips slightly, as if to present yourself to him.
âThatâs what I like to hearâ, Leo said, before quickly placing a kiss on the exposed area of your thigh. With one hand he freed his hardened member from his cloaca, giving it a few tugs, before using the hand that was slick with your arousal to pull your shorts and underwear to the side, exposing your center for him.
Leaning over you, Leo pressed his tip against folds, moving it up and down, gathering up you slick, before pushing into you, sliding right in. Leo placed the hand that wasnât holding you close to the side next to your head, leaning down over you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as he started speeding his thrusts.
âLeoâ, you moaned, your nails scratching along his shell, as he increased his speed even further, pounding into you with the sound of skin slapping against each other. âFeels so good Leoâ.
With a smile Leo leaned back from you, taking in the sight of you lying beneath him, fully dressed in your armor, your cheeks red and your legs already shaking, taking his member so well. Truly and wonderful sight to behold.
âYou too, babeâ, Leo groaned. âYou feel amazing. Youâre beautiful. God, I love youâ.
âI love you too, Leoâ, you whimpered, hugging him close as he leaned down over you again.
With your blue shorts and panities pulled to the side, slowly getting more and more wet as Leo continuously thrusted in and out of you, making you moan and squirm beneath him. You were already clenching around him, letting both of you know that it wasnât long before you would reach your peak. The thought of watching you cum around him while wearing your armor, brought an exciting tingle to Leoâs stomach. And you knew that, deciding to let Leo know.
âIâm close, Leoâ, you moaned.
âDo it, babeâ, Leo groaned, using the thumb that was holding your shorts and panties to rub your clit, sending the last needed strikes throughout your body. âCum for meâ.
And you did, cumming with a loud moan, clenching around Leoâs member as he continued to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm while reaching for his own. And as Leo watched you cum around him, your eyes rolling back, your arms holding onto him for dear life, all while wearing your armor, was what sended Leo over the edge, unloading himself into you, coating your walls with his white pearly ropes.
Once both of you had recovered from your highs, Leo placed a kiss on your cheek, before resting his forehead against yours with a satisfied smile.
âIf we can do this more often, Iâll let you shoot at me as often as you wantâ, he said, making you laugh.
âDeal!â
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt leonardo#tmnt leo#tmnt x reader#tmnt x reader smut#tmnt leo x reader smut#tmnt leonardo x reader smut#tmnt leo x reader#tmnt leonardo x reader#tmnt injustice 2#tmnt injustice 2 x reader#tmnt injustice 2 x reader smut#tmnt injustice 2 leo#tmnt injustice 2 leonardo#tmnt injustice 2 leo x reader#tmnt injustice 2 leo x reader smut#tmnt injustice 2 leonardo x reader#tmnt injustice 2 leonardo x reader smut
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This took a few days to put together but is so worth it!! I'm very happy with how it turned out!
Some lore on MetaMari, Marionette started work at Castle DDD when she first arrived! This takes place before she and MK started to hangout until they slowly start to date!
I may write and show MK as smooth and know what he's doing, but truth be told: He doesn't know what he's doing at all and he was a shy lil thing! He still gets easily flustered sometimes!
I write MetaMari starting off as being a slow burn as I felt MK wouldn't fall in love so easily considering his vague past (most of the fandom, including myself make up a majority of it from the bits and pieces that came from the anime). Heck he wouldn't recognize it all that well until like. Last minute. Being a War Veteran and Military Lord can occupy your mind!
As for Marionette, she did recognize she liked MK, yet also struggled to understand what it meant to fall for somone! I haven't completely revealed her past just yet, but I will say she did not grow up in an environment where Love was present. And the time she spend when she was finally able to leave that environment to burn, she only just started to experience her own emotions.
I like to think as the two continued to hangout mutually, they start to learn what it means to have such an attachment to someone else.
Of course their are different types of relationships they also came to learn and understand, even welcome them! Like friendship, mentor/student, admiration, ect.
But yeah!! Kirby already could pick up on the attachment Meta and Mari have, so he goes and tries to put them together cause he likes seeing his MetaDad happy! Course, said MetaDad would attempt to stop the child, but the child is a perseverer!
On Mari and Kirby's relationship, and I really should doodle/write about it more, Marionette grew quickly to become Kirby's surrogate mother! She would play with him and the other kids if they asked, make them lunches and snacks, sing for them, study with them, ect.! More will be revealed as I continue to work on this!
Thank you for reading if you did! I'm having so much fun writing and drawing this AU and Ship and it makes me so happy and motivated that others like it too!
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#kirby fanart#kirby of the stars#artists on tumblr#meta knight#kirby meta knight#meta knight fanart#kirby oc#oc x canon#shipping couples#canon x oc#traditional drawing#traditional art#pencil art#graphite
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plss winter and christmas vibes my fave + a fight!
nico has been talking to toto about being more available for the kids. toto work so much and nico knows is to provide for the family, but itâs getting ridiculous! the kids all miss him: little maxy refusing to go to sleep without a good night kiss from papa but eventually falls asleep bc toto gets home too late most days, mousy drawing new pictures for papa everyday that he never gets to show him and poor little sebby. seb is a little older so he understands whats going on and at first is a little hopeful but then gets really angry with toto. nico is trying to hold everyone together, always staying with maxy until he falls asleep and praising mousyâs drawings, but seb is really sad and angry, so nico can only hold him when he needs it.
the year is coming to an end and the children have their christmas plays! pls mousy has the biggest role in his class and maxy is also with him with a littler role but just as exited! they are a little bummed that papa couldnât make it in time, but toto promised to take them ice skating so they donât complain much. but when sebbyâs class is having their play and toto is a no show sebâs face drops. he cries so much on the way home, tucked between his brothers and nico spends a couple of hours trying to get him to eat some of his favourite food that he made to cheer him up! pls the pup is inconsolable.
nico decides that this has to end and talks sternly to toto that night. he cries a little when he explains how sebby felt and kinda gives toto an ultimatum. he has been saying to him to cut more hours and this canât continue. toto being so angry at himself and decides to be more present. he can cut some hours! so he organises going ti the christmas market, the five of them, as a family.
the pups are so exited!!!! pls maxy wants to go in the moment and mousy jumping up and down. sebby is a little more cautious but after a talk with papa when he apologised profusely he gets exited too! nico is so relived, he likes having his mate with him!
but oh the day of the market comes and toto hasnât showed up yet. they wait a little but after nico receives a message saying he has to stay in the office for a few more hours and that heâll meet them there, momma decides to go anyways. hauling three pups alone is difficult but nico gets maxy on his sling and tells nicky to not drop his hand. pls sebby is so sad and a little shyly asks to hold mommaâs other hand :(
the market is fun! they kinda forget about toto, but he shows up and is so anxious and apologetic. the little ones want papaâs upies so itâs quickly forgotten but sebby refuses to even look at toto. nico is torn but stays with sebby so that toto can have time with the babies
pls that night nico and toto fight really hard and toto ends up sleeping in the sofa. sebby crawls in mommaâs bed and sobs in nicoâs chest. pls toto would feel so bad he has to make it up to them somehow!
Oh pls! Maybe it's by the time Nico retired from the police and is doing yoga classes, but mostly taking care of the kiddos too as Toto maybe got a promottion in the meantime abd is working so hard. For a while it's fine and Toto keeps saying things will calm down after a while, but it keeps taking longer and longer and the kids all have their complicated parts and it hurts them a lot when Toto seemingly is lulling away. And Nico still has his own issues too but is holding on to dear life for the pups sake because he cannot disappear now, there is no one to help them then...
I think Kimi steps in to help a lot? He can see his friend is struggling and needs help with the pups and he doesn't mind helping at all.
Maxy whining every night toto comes home too late cos he wants a goodnight kiss, he needs to know everyone is safe and home before he can sleep! Nico spends a long time rocking him every night until the pup falls asleep finally! And little nicky making drawings for papa and Nico makes sure to praise them but mousy gets a little sad still... but also says it's okay cos he has momma and kitty brothers! Please little mousy would never want to complain cos his life is so so good now, but nico tries to teach him he can still be upset if he wants to be.
Seb being so upset! He is the biggest papa's boy and he is struggling a lot, feels betrayed and is so so sad! He clings to momma and cries a lot and Nicos heart breaks for him cos he was as much of a papa's boy as sebby is ad he knows its harder cos seb is old enough to really feel the tension at home now.
Maybe the fight is before the Christmas market? Toto arranged it all and asked the boys if they all wanted to go together and everyone is so excited and Nico is relieved toto is trying. But the night before, Toto tells Nico he needs to go on a business trip, overnight even, and Nico blows up at him. He promised the kids, promised Nico, and now his job is more important? No, that's not gonna work for nico!
Nico making Toto sleep on the sofa and poor Sebby comes to momma hiccuping and crying cos he overheard the fight and he knows papa isn't coming to the market... nico holding his cub so tight trying to soothe him...
The morning after the fight, Toto is gone already and Nico gets the 3 littles ready cos he'll be damned if these kids don't see the market just cos Toto can't keep promises! Maxy barely slept again so Nico has him in the sling because kitty is so so tired! And Nicky is holding his hand and normally Seb is independent but he asks to hold momma's hand now too and is just a little sad and quiet...
They have fun at the fair for a bit but it's a little stressful for nico keeping them all together. So they get some food and Sebby and mousy carry some too as Nico tries to find a picnic table to sit and it panicking a little as nothing is free and the pups are tired. Then someone raspily says "need some help?" And they turn to find Toto at one of the tables, with some more food and hot chocolate for everyone! He looks so apologetic and mousy zooms over immediately to hug papa! Seb going behind nico a little and being anxious but Toto crouches down in front of him and apologises wholeheartedly! And then also straightens and kisses Nico's forehead and tells him he is very sorry...
Pls them all sitting at the table and Seb sits on Toto's lap for a bit with Toto hugging him so tight and Mousy is just clinging to papa's arm and squeaking happily!
Maxy then waking too in his sling and Nico gently gets him out so Maxy can eat something too from the safety of momma's lap and Toto looks so guilty realising how badly the kitten is sleeping because he was home late so much...
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Youâre Tranquiloâs lucky customer for the winter holidays, @midday-clouds! I hope you enjoy the little gift weâve especially wrapped for you!
(OOC: I decided to make a short drabble too because heâs an OC. Writing isnât my strong suit but I hope heâs to your liking! Please let me know if you'd like me to submit this to you on private and if I have your permission to post the drawings!)
-You would think that someone like your Rich Boyfriend is the type to have meticulously thought out and grand dates, then pompously brag on social media about how much he spoils you
-He even dressed up as your type, you like the light academia aesthetic, right? His just so happen to be from famous brands, but he'd happily gift you that $2000 scarf from Dior if you want it so bad (you'd have to give him a kiss on the cheek as payment)
-But of course, out of all the things he could overlook, heâd fumble with such a simple detail
-To be fair, he usually relies on other people to do his bidding. Arcade dates? He has the machines rigged to win every time and impress you with his âskillsâ. Cafe dates? Heâd ensure the staff make the most scrumptious meal and drink youâve ever had. Concert dates? Youâre sitting right at the SVIP, baby
-But this time though, he genuinely wants to try with you, and so he concocts a plan to make the best date ever
âAll people like aquarium dates, donât they? What could go wrongâ He says with a smile as he books a private tour at the cityâs best aquarium.
-Yes, well, he didnât really think this through, how was he supposed to know that you donât enjoy fish or most aquatic creatures?
-He spends a minute contemplating if he should just buy a clown costume and juggle to appease you, until he notices the uncomfortable look on your face
-And so, he reaches out, holding your hand and stroking your knuckles in an unusual vulnerable display of gentleness
âHey, Iâm sorry. I really am.â He tries to smile, squeezing your hand and fumbling through his words, âI can just book another place, you know? This isnât a bother. We could go skydiving instead!... Or, uh, anywhere else but here, if you want.â
-Whether you decide to switch date locations or stay for the meantime, he already has a thousand other plans to make it up to you (courtesy of a quick Google Search)
-He even buys you an overpriced plushie from the gift shop so thatâs something, at least
-As you both go out for a quick bite, heâs eerily silent and contemplative
-It just got a lot more complicated now, how else is he going to introduce you to his family now? But donât you worry because heâll fight tooth and nail to have you by his side.
-Why? Because plot twist... your Rich Boyfriend is actually a siren⌠so... have fun with that!
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My thoughts here mainly revolve around YSA as the mary sue/female lead type character:
She goes from being this perfect woman to. just being a woman. And my idea is that the weight gain isn't there to make her "unconventionally attractive," or whatever other dumb phrase you wanna use to avoid calling someone ugly, but to make her conventionally attractive, yet realistic.
Instead of looking like a skinny waifu character, she looks like a skinny human woman. Her hair swaying in the nonexistent wind isn't as perfect, her magic blush is missing and she has eyebags. She's still hot, just more human.
#and if you look at it then the left ysa looks a lot more like her doesnt she?#congratulations if youre the exception but most folk seeing this would prefer the left#or at least feel like the left resembles ysa more#and im not saying this judgementally. 1) i draw tons of women like this and 2) they're drawings and not real life humans#(theres a time and place to discuss representation of body diversity etc but this post isn't about that rn.#its an important discussion that deserves respect and its own space. this is a 5am ramble)#anyways. ysa strays from the ideal woman. she grows to be more human in her behavior and depiction and everything#and it would be quite fun to reflect that in the way she's drawn#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo sangah#my doodles#orv meta#i guess?
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bro chill. that's your girlfriend
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JENNIFER: Well, what d'ya think? Do I make a good cowboy? MARTY: o////o MARTY: Yeah! Good! Great! Good. Good cowboy. Great. Good. JENNIFER: Ah. JENNIFER: Aw, you really think so? MARTY: Aaugh. JENNIFER: Y'know, Marty, you make a pretty good cowboy yourself- MARTY: I do? JENNIFER: Yeah, you do. DOC: [LIVE DOC REACTION] DOC: *AHEM*. When you're done with that... about the Delorean... JENNIFER: (forgot he was there) OH MY GOD.
#back to the future#bttf#bttf fanart#marty mcfly#jennifer parker#doc brown#kit does an art#oooh jen in 1885 au.... save me jen in 1885 au#wanted to put the nice big colored piece as it's own post bc it got real buried in the other comic#and then of course i got an idea for a comic so.......#had a lot of fun drawing this one who knew hats could actually be enjoyable to draw#big floppy hat enthusiast now. baseball caps however.... the devil#marty covering your face makes it more obvious!! least discreet guy ever#the O///O face is so fun to draw tho. top tier expression: down bad#doc in his natural human form! rare to come by on this blog these days#i think if jen was in 1885 they would be 100% more obnoxious about doc and clara#bc doc would keep getting annoyed with marty and jen doing Couple Things and tell them it's no time for that! they gotta get back#to the future!#and then clara comes into the picture and doc is so down bad for this bad bitch so obviously#jen and marty are like. what were you saying doc? i thought you said there was no time for that#doc would make a bunch of Doc Noises and then change the subject
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blasting my two favorite interests into each other because i can
#metal bat#garou#one punch man#opm#batarou#shatters my heart to say this because metal bat is my fave and has my heart but garou is 100 times more fun to draw than him im so sorry#splatoon 3#splatoon#metal bat pain brush user because i couldnt decide if he would be a roller or a brush main and painbrush is the perfect inbetween#originally i was going to give him a dynamo#but a pain brush is lighter and more similar to his bat i feel like#garou gets enperry dualies because hes annoying#LOOOOOOOOOOOL JK SORRY#hes fast and whatevvsss#he can use his water mountain breaking fist thing with his triple splash down#this is for a very niche audience of people who r fans of opm AND splatoon đ#im sure there will be at least ONE person who is happy about this combination... đ
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