#Please forgive me for the lack-luster background

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

Here he is!! The finished boy!! :D

May I present, twenty-something-year-old Pirate Captain Jim Hawkins:

Along with some close-ups and fun facts, of course, the latter of which will be under the cut ^-^

The cross necklace is actually a small reference to a real pirate, who lived during the golden age of piracy! Bartholomew Roberts was known to wear a diamond-encrusted gold cross around his neck ^-^

The moon pendant is, - surprise surprise - a reference to Montressor Spaceport :] (and the diamond of course represents Montressor itself)

I've also given him a blue long coat, party because blue actually was one of the colours that commonly appeared in pirate attire, but also as a little homage to Captain Amelia, since that felt like a very in-character thing for Jim to do. The red details in his get-up aren't there for no reason, either, as he wears them in memory of Mr. Arrow

This doodle was so incredibly fun to make, and there weren't really any major hiccups anywhere along the way!

I'm most happy with his face and the red sash around his waist. I'm extremely satisfied with how the lighting ended up making it look like a very luxurious fabric, just like I wanted it to :]

What is that weird cluster of glowing orbs, you ask? I have no idea lmfao

Mysterious light sources and pretty pirates aside, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! 🧡

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲

[sillylilreader]

do you suppose we could have a oneshot of Iida running into an old friend who goes to a different school and introducing them to his friends? the surprising part is how different he and the reader are, but they get along so well (bonus if the reader has tattoos)

please, and thank you 🙏🏽

omg ofc id love to write this

not sure if you wanted it to be romantic or not so i made them friends :3

pls forgive me if iida's ooc, ill try my best

Class 3A, recently graduated, in their rambunctious entirety, were spending the day grouped together at the mall. As per usual, Tenya Iida found himself keeping the group together and organized. Between Kaminari and Mina, he found himself with a handful of trouble.

Iida followed the group of twenty, closely behind. Being sure to keep an eye on each of them. He was prepared for a long day, sure, but what he wasn't prepared for was your bright smile blinding him all the way from the food court.

Iida found his gaze drug to you as if naturally, and when your gaze met, your eyes lit up to match your smile.

"Ten!!" you yelled, across the mall, rushing to meet your friend. Iida was grateful to meet your embrace, taking in your new aesthetic. Sure, you were bright and airy inside, but on the outside you looked hardened, with your piercings and tatted up sleeves.

You couldn't help but feel subconscious under his watchful gaze. He seemed to take in every part of your being, picking it apart in seconds.

Finally, he spoke your name, in a quiet whisper, before quickly matching your energy. "It is wonderful to see you! It has been ages since our last meeting!"

Iida clapped his hands together, excitement making it's way through his body. He quickly began asking questions about your tattoos and their meanings, alongside the age of your piercings and their healing process.

All the while, the remainder of class 3A stared the two of you down, muttering amongst themselves.

"Who are they?"

"Why is he so excited?"

"They're so different from each other!"

It wasn't long before Iida turned around to introduce you to the group, explaining the background between the two of you.

You had met during primary school, being close friends all up till high school. Your quirk was lack luster, meaning you had no chance of getting into UA. Not that that was necessarily your calling.

Kaminari was the first to say anything, speaking what they all thought, "How did you two ever get along?" He was met with a slap to the bag of the head by Kirishima, who was muttering something about your manliness, and bravery for having such strength to endure all the piercings and tattoos.

You simply laughed it off, "Oh, you know a nerd like Iida would need a protector!"

Iida's face flushed as he raised his arms in a crossing motion, as if making an X with his body. "I could handle myself perfectly well! And I was no such nerd,"

This was met by giggles amongst the group.

After more questions, and some jokes amongst the lot, you found yourself spending the day with them on their outing.

"You know, Im glad you accompanied us today. It's nice seeing you all grown up." Iida found himself muttering to you, from the back of the group.

You nodded excitedly, "Let's do it again, yeah?"

SORRY ITS SHORT IDK HOW TO WRITE IIDA AT ALL AND ALSO WASNT SURE WHERE TO TAKE IT HAPPY TO KEEP IT GOING IF YOU WANT IT JUST LMK

[freelancearsonist]

Something a Little Different

Cecil Dennis x fem!Reader

Rated MA for dom!reader, Cecil being a whiny bottom, explicit sexual content including anal play (m receiving)

2,697 words

A/N: @santiagogarcia and @aellynera are entirely at fault for this and I have zero regrets 😂 I wasn’t sure who to tag on this, so if you’d like to be tagged in future Cecil, please let me know! As usual this is unedited and unbeta-ed so please forgive the horrible writing that you’ve come to be familiar with by now 😂

“Cecil, honey.”

Your soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts, an unconscious smile spreading across his face when he looks up at you. “Yeah?”

You bite your lip as you look at where he’s nestled in your lap, practically purring while your fingers brush absentmindedly through his soft curls.

“Do you want to try something a little different tonight, sweetheart?”

Cecil bites his lip, beautiful brown eyes focused on yours as he looks up at you. “I’m always down to try something new with you, honey.”

This relationship is still new—less than a month, and you’ve only spent the night together twice. But both times were a little... lack luster, to put it nicely. You know the potential for greatness is there—his dick is massive and his tongue is probably the best you’ve ever felt—but he hasn’t quite learned how to use that perfect body of his in a way that’s conductive to pleasure yet.

“Would you let me be in charge?”

You want to show him how good sex can be, how mind-blowingly awesome it’ll feel if you take your time together versus the frantic rutting that he’s used to.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That sounds... hot.”

“Yeah?” You smile as your fingers trail down the side of his face and gently trace around his perfect lips. “Are you gonna be good for me?”

You can tell he’s already starting to get hard—you had hoped, but you never knew for sure that he would be so interested in being dominated. 

“Y-yeah,” he grumbles, greedily leaning up in search of your lips.

You lean back and let out a quiet tut. “Not yet, sweetheart. Tell me.”

“I’ll be good for you.” 

And you know he will. 

You finally grant him the kiss he’s seeking and he instantly moans, arms wrapping around your waist as he sits up so you can deepen the kiss.

“Already moaning for me?” You taunt with a sweet lilt in your voice.

He moans again, which makes you giggle.

“Always moaning for you,” he mutters as he chases after your lips. “Sometimes even in my sleep.”

He’s had wet dreams about you? Fuck, if that doesn’t get your panties near soaking.

“I wanna hear all about that later,” you hum when you gently push him back so you can stand up from the couch where the two of you have been luxuriating for the past few hours. “But for now, I want you to go to the bedroom. Strip completely, and I want you on your hands and knees on the mattress when I come in. No touching yourself.”

He hesitates for a moment, a little stunned at how easily you take command when you’ve been relatively resigned and quiet for as long as he’s known you. This is certainly a change, but it’s a good one.

Still, you take his hesitance as a challenge. “I don’t like to repeat myself, sweetheart.”

If you had blinked, you would’ve missed him. He practically sprints to the bedroom, already pulling at his clothes before he’s even out of sight.

And you know he’s going to behave. That’s the fact that allows you to take your time turning off the bland movie that had been on more for background noise than anything. You decide to collect some dishes from around the living room—Cecil’s a bit of a messy habitator—and deposit them into the sink to be washed later.

You know you’re torturing him; you know that he’ll be achingly hard by the time you make your way into the bedroom. Really, you’re testing his boundaries. This relationship, let alone this dynamic, is still brand new. You want to see how far you can push—how obedient he’ll be. You’d prefer not to have to punish him.

But when you enter the room, he’s waiting exactly like you instructed him to—on his hands and knees, and his face is pressed into the mattress. He looks so incredible like this, prostrated for you; you wonder exactly what lengths he’ll go to in order to please you. He seems very eager to obey your every command so far.

“Such a good boy,” you murmur as you lightly trace your fingers over his exposed ass, and you can see his cock twitch when he groans at the praise.

You would spend hours worshipping his cock if he didn’t overstim as easily as you know he does. You’d suck his perfect, thick cock down your throat every minute of the day if you could. He’s bigger than most, and definitely bigger than he realizes; you nearly screamed the first time he pushed into you, even though you were soaking wet.

That’s one thing your sweet Cecil excels at: foreplay. He doesn’t even realize he’s good at it—doesn’t even have to try. He just is so starved for you that he buries his face in your pussy and eats and eats until you have to push him away for the oversensitivity. 

Your darling Cecil, however, still has a lot to learn. He pushes in hard and thrusts shallow and fast until he comes, and he doesn’t even realize that his desperate, lackluster rutting doesn’t really do it for you.

But you know he’s a quick, eager learner. And you know he’ll be excited to see real pleasure.

“Please,” he grunts indignantly. “Please touch me.”

“Such a good boy, asking so nicely,” you purr. You decide he’s waited long enough; you reach under him and slowly pump his cock as you litter light, lingering kisses along his spine.

“Oh, fuck... “he gasps, greedily thrusting himself into your hand.

“Huh uh, baby,” you reproach, pulling your hand away from him until he stops rocking his hips. “Be a good boy and stay still or I’ll make you stay still.”

A shiver rolls down his spine, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. It’s such a rush to know he belongs to you so entirely.

“Fuck, it felt so good, please—“

You’re satisfied with his begging, so you wrap your fingers around his generous length and continue your slow, nearly torturous strokes.

“Please, more...” he whines, pushing his face into the mattress. You can see his arms and legs straining—you know it’s taking every ounce of his willpower to not thrust into your heavenly grip.

“What do you need, my greedy little boy?” You smirk as you slow your ministrations. “Hmm?”

“N-need... your mouth?” He tries, and you let out a soft giggle. At least he knows what he wants.

You reposition yourself under him—slide between his legs and make sure you don’t touch any part of him in the process, which proves to be a rather daunting task—and you can hear his heavy breathing when you situate your mouth right below his throbbing cock.

“I know you can ask nicely to fuck my face, can’t you?” You tease as you blow cool air against him.

He whines louder than ever at this ghost contact; his will is slowly breaking. You wonder how much further you can push him before he’ll snap and take what he wants. Or, if he’ll even snap at all. It seems like he enjoys this so much that he’d thank you for breaking him.

Not that there’s any need for that. You adore him, and he’s been oh-so-obedient for you. He deserves nothing but praise and reward for his good behavior.

So far, at least.

“Please... ma’am?” He tests, and you hum your approval. “Please, I need to be in your mouth so bad. Need to feel you. Please, ma’am!”

“Go ahead, darling boy,” you coo as you guide his tip into your mouth. “Take what you need, but don’t you dare come without permission.”

And you know he won’t, even though the groan he lets out as he pushes into your mouth implies that he might. He’s nothing but subservient, and obedient to a T. You know that he wouldn’t dream of disobeying; not when he knows how incredible the rewards for good behavior are.

His thrusts are fast and shallow, but you don’t correct him yet. This part is for him—he’s allowed to use your mouth any way he wants for the time being.

“Ohhhhh, fuck,” he mutters, eyes squeezed tightly shut from the onslaught of pleasure after so much teasing. “M-ma’am, it feels so good...”

You hum around him and reach up to gently massage his balls; you delight in the way his voice cracks halfway through his moan. Every inch of his body is infinitely sensitive and thrumming for you, and you adore it.

“Please!” He whines as he thrusts deeper into your throat—delighting in the way you fight the urge to choke. He’s always loved how much composure you have when sucking on him, even when you take him all the way to the base. “Please, I’m gonna come—“

You pull off abruptly, pushing on his hips to release him from your throat, and he whines headily at the loss of stimulation.

“Why—“

“I told you it’s not time to come yet, baby boy,” you hum; you lightly brush your fingers against his twitching length and smile at the broken moan he releases. “You don’t get to come until you’re inside me.” 

Even though this is the first time you’ve tested power dynamics in the bedroom, he seemingly has his role completely figured out. He eagerly rolls onto his back and spreads his legs a bit, ready for you to ride him like your life depends on it. 

Instead, you giggle and lay on your back beside him. “Huh uh, sweetheart. As much as I want to ride that gorgeous, fat cock, you’re on top tonight.”

He flushes at the praise—apparently he’s not used to getting compliments on his perfect dick, and that’s a damned shame that you mentally swear to remedy.

He grunts and rolls between your legs; his dick brushes against your thigh, and you praise him for restraining from grinding into you. He’s more obedient than you ever could’ve dreamed.

“Can I be inside you? Please?” He nuzzles his stubbled face into the crook of your neck, his desperation seeping out of every pore, and you can’t possibly deny him further.

“Yes, my good boy. But I’m gonna show you how I like it, okay?”

He nods frantically—you’re not so sure that he’s focused on what you’re saying rather than the fact that he would do literally anything just to push into your tight, wet pussy right now.

“Nice and slow, sweetheart. I know you’re a needy little boy and you want to go fast, but I promise it’ll feel so good if you listen to what I say.”

He trembles as he pushes into your soaked cunt, slow and steady because he can’t even entertain the idea of disobeying your instructions.

“M-ma’am...” he groans, “oh fuck, you’re so wet...”

You hum as you gently push your fingers through his unruly curls, taking a moment to adjust to his size.

“It really turns me on when you’re like this,” you grin. “Such a good boy for me.”

He whines at the praise—shifts himself a little deeper so the base of him settles heavily and pleasantly against your hips. “I love being your good boy.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” you coo as you brush through his curls again—his heavy breaths tickle your neck, but it’s a pleasant sensation. “I want you to pull almost all the way out, okay? Just leave your tip inside me.”

He shivers as he follows the instruction, bites his lip as he fights the urge to slam all the way back inside you without your permission.

“Slow, baby,” you instruct, your voice soft and breathy. As much as you would love to mask the affect he has on you like this, it’s a daunting task. He has you so turned on and so deliciously filled that you’d give him anything he wants right now. “I want you to push all the way inside me, then pull out like you are now. That’s how I want you to fuck me right now, okay?”

He lets out another whine as he pushes in, then shivers when he pulls back.

“O-ohhhhhh, m-my god, this...”

“Feels good?” You finish his sentence through a moan, and he nods frantically.

“B-better than anything I’ve ever—“ his sentence breaks off in his loudest moan yet when you purposely clench around him, and you can’t help giggling at how positively wrecking he is right now as he slowly thrusts his entire, generous length in and out of you.

“I want to show you something,” you gasp as he angles his hips just right. He nods his approval, and you guide his hand between your legs—position his thick fingers against your clit. “Rub right there. I... I like it best when you rub it hard.”

His instincts are incredible, you’ve come to learn—he immediately starts rubbing hard circles into your clit, and his jaw drops when he hears your broken moan and feels the way your pussy flutters around his cock.

“Keep fucking me like that baby, just go a bit faster—“

Ever the quick learner, Cecil quickly realizes that you’re going to come undone before he does—something that’s never happened before.

“Are you... ohhhhh, fuck, are you coming?” He grunts as he speeds his deep thrusts to the perfect tempo to match his ministrations on your clit. “Please, I want to feel you come...”

“So close baby!” You whine, tugging a little harshly on his curls. He moans and bucks his hips even harder, perfectly pounding into your g-spot, and when he suddenly speeds up his circles on your swollen clit, you come undone before you can warn him.

He whines loud and thrusts hard when he feels the way you flutter and clench and throb around him—an extreme kind of pleasure that he’s never really felt before.

“Y-you feel so good, oh fuck!” He growls, working himself even faster in your slick pussy. “P-please, please let me come...”

Your breaths are shallow pants—you’ve never come quite so good in your life, and you feel like you might never come down from the blissful high.

“Not quite yet—“ you gasp, and he eagerly sucks your index and middle finger into his mouth when you offer them to him. He moans around them, hips stuttering—you know he’s painfully close. He just needs a little extra push.

He gasps and nearly screams in pleasure when you push one of your saliva-soaked fingers against his ass.

“Come when you’re ready, baby boy.”

And he does—he comes harder than he ever has in his entire life when you push your finger inside him and find his prostate with the first slight curl of the digit.

He shakes and shudders and thrusts his cock so deep inside you that you almost come a second time as his cock twitches and empties load after load of his hot, thick cum into you.

So much, in fact, that you can feel it gushing out around his cock and onto the bedsheets. You didn’t even know it was physically possible for him to empty so much of himself at once.

He collapses on top of you, dick still twitching inside of you, and you soothingly rub his back as his panting breaths tickle your neck and your chest.

“H-holy shit,” he whispers after a long few moments of rest. “I... I’ve never... come that hard before. Holy shit. That was the best I’ve... I’ve ever had. Th-thank you.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, his cock gradually softening inside you. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. I want to show you a lot of things that’ll be just as good as that if you’ll let me.”

He chuckles breathlessly at that. “I’d let you do literally anything you want to me, ma’am.”

Oh, how you love this new found arrangement.

THE END

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[wachtelspinat]

Anonym hat gesagt: i hate to bother, ive been a fan of your art for a LONG time and there was a specific piece you did of trevor from GTA with a scrunchie in his hair and hes holding a blowtorch, do you happen to still have it? its a favorite of mine that youve done and i cant find it anywhere!

HEY oooooh my thank you so much! But I have to disappoint, this specific piece was actually drawn by my friend Maren! The thing is... I asked her if she still has the pic because I couldn’t find it (which is odd, I saved every GTA pic that she drew back then) and she, too, was not able to locate it on her harddrive ;_; BUT I know that I saw it while going through my faves not long ago, in search for some ffs, so I can try to re-discover it after my exams are over T__T

Anonym hat gesagt: idk if youve thought about it but if you put any of your midnight crew stuff on your society6 i would buy it SO fast. i love your art so much and i have one of your tf2 prints on my wall!! keep up the good work!!!!

Hey there! Thank you so much, this really warms my heart ;_; The thing is, I know that Hussie said he doesn’t want fanart for sale unless he gives his approval, which I totally understand. Now my MC stuff is a little different than the original and all that, still, I don’t think he would be cool with me selling it... idk : C sorry!

Anonym hat gesagt: Forgive me if this has been asked before but... how do you art? XD I love the way you draw backgrounds and the atmosphere you can manage with your colors and composition but whenever I try it just kinda lacks luster. May I ask what your thought/art process consists of when making these backgrounds and such? Any tips for making better art in general? Please and thank you!

Hello! This is a really complex question and I’m def not qualified to give good advice, there are tons of people out there who actually understand what they are doing and are way way better than me, but I want to try and give you a good insight of what I do T_T! I’m currently working on a piece with some environment stuff going on, I really can’t say when I’m gonna finish it since I’m still stuck in exams, but I’ll try to give a little step-by-step with this piece! 

cryptidcaper hat gesagt: Hey there! I love your art! I've been following you for a long time, and I know you've drawn a lot of the midnight crew I'm curious to know if you've drawn any of the felt, or even doc scratch? Thanks for your time!

@cryptidcaper Hi! Thanks a lot : D! I know it’s a shame, but I’ve actually never really drawn any of The Felt or Doc Scratch (except for the Tarot Card Project back then). I’ll consider doing it, especially since The Felt guys are a real cool face practice !