#UR SO SWEET THANK YOU

[blu-ish]

hey!! absolutely adore your sonadow comic and language headcanons; im partial to the headcanon of sonic being japanese and having moved to the states knowing japanese, english, and a quite a bit of spanish. i also see the robotniks as german, and shadow being of hispanic dissent. i think shadow came preloaded knowing english and german, but learned spanish on the ARK with maria, as well as throwing some spanish around with sonic here and there.

if it's alright, i was hoping i could give a quick translation correction since this is a fairly basic sentence and i've also learned a new word from looking it up ^^; i've been learning japanese for a few years now so i like to flex my brain when i can

if you're talking about losing a person/loved one, we could use the word "Ushinaitakunai" [失いたくない]. this is also it's own phrase with "desu" [です] tacked onto the end, meaning "(I) can't lose you" [失いたくないです]. This isn't directly stating lose by death, but saying "lose you" in english can also be vague.

so instead it would sound like " Watashi mo anata o ushinaitakunaidesu." [ 私もあなたを失いたくないです。] "I also don't want to lose you"

hope this isnt overstepping, and sorry for the long message! can't wait to see more of your artwork in the future ❤️

OMG???? THIS IS AWESOME, THANK YOU!! Also your headcanons are so real I love love love the idea of Shadow having hispanic heritage as someone who is myself, him and Sonic knowing languages like spanish fills me with so much joy JHEBJDB

ALSO thank you SO SO MUCH for taking the time outta your day to give me a correct translation 🥺its no trouble at all!

[artsy-starfish]

OH MY GOD I LOVE UR HEADER *eats*

AHHH THANK YOU SM!! 🥰💕💕 that was a really fun one to play around with the colors and lighting, I made waaaaayy too many versions of it LOL

[slightlyunconventional]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!🎉🤗💖

I hope you have a great day!!

THANK YOUU!!! <3

i did have a great day :) thank u sm for this 😭🫶

[calaphort]

Rarity never found her *prince*, per se

[asthevermincrawls]

Sorry for being late to say this :( but I hope you have/had a good birthday <3

omg thank you!!!!!!!!! I love this!!!!!

[ashoss]

Hi Ash, your art is so amazing! 💙 I love love loved your drawing of Bruce carrying fake-sleeping Jason. You draw the best batdad smiles. And I’m obsessed with baby Jay’s little knee and elbow pads. Any chance you want to draw the two of them training together in the cave? It would make my heart so gooey.

free kick ur dad pass

safety first!

[ennabear]

first of all: love ur writing SO much thank u for ur service, second of all: i keep rereading your loser sevika posts and just imagining the “he SAID no pickles!!!” meme dynamic 😭

LMAO HELP i was thinking this too nonniebear!!! she’s definitely the least confrontational person on planet earth it’s so funny, someone could serve her straight up poison and she’d be like “well… it’s no big deal, i swear… you don’t need to say anything, it’s fine…” and you’d have to be like “baby pls 😭 you’re right, it ISNT a big deal… lemme just tell them and see if they’ll fix it, i promise they won’t mind…”

but also imagine being one of those couples that likes the foods that the other dislikes, like the olive theory but with pickles. i would gladly date pickle hating sevika (even though her opinion is wrong) just so i could steal all of the pickles off of her plate ���‍↕️

and help imagine this with other scenarios, like you watch someone cold heartedly shoulder check her and she’s too embarrassed to do it back to them or to yell at them, so you just have to track them down later and “accidentally” run straight into them just to make sure they get their karma…

and omg a sad thought: imagine her coming home from work one day and just absolutely breaking down in your arms. full on sobbing, bawling, hyperventilating. and you’re like “sev baby what’s wrong?? are you hurt??? did someone die????” so she just explains to you that she’s so exhausted and that if she has to work another day she might just fall over and die…

but she’d be like “pls don’t tell silco :( i can’t actually take a day off because he NEEDS me :( he’s drowning in work on top of having to parent jinx and i don’t wanna make things worse on him by taking a day off :( pls don’t tell him :(” and you’d be like “ok but i am gonna tell him because he doesn’t have the right to be overworking you like this… if he needs the help that badly he can hire someone else…” so you’d end up giving sevika a bath and feeding her dinner and tucking her into bed, and once she’s completely zonked out you’d march your ass straight to silco’s door and absolutely unload on him…

and then u live happily ever after because nobody will ever hurt sevika as long as you’re there to protect her!!!

[krikzilla]

PONYO ZORO OH MY WORDDD😭💫💖

Ponyo Zoro indeed!

[lil-beanz000]

Give me a better trio, you cant~ these 3 always will win in ma heart! Sketch Com~ @sha-biest

[jesuistrestriste]

bestie okay hear me out. priest mike but like you're the one in control. STAY WITH ME!! like you go to church and flirt with him like crazy, wearing skimpy outfits making him dizzy in the head which eventually leads him to cave into his desires that he holds so dearly, basically begging for for your attention and your touch. idk but the thought of like "corrupting" (idk if that's the right word for it) him in such a filthy slutty way, man in thinking thoughts...(absolutely love your writing btw you're so talented fr!!)

(AHH?? anon?? woah, woah woah. im drooling. im definitely listening.)

i can imagine the reader going to the church in a short jean skirt that just barely covers her ass. and she knows people will judge her, but she doesn't care because all she needs is his attention.

the priest is up on the stage, giving a sermon, staring right at her, and all the reader does is maintain eye contact while she uncrosses her legs and holy shit she's not wearing panties.

he's sweating and burning up and almost stuttering in front of everyone as he pulls on the collar of his dress shirt and tries not to look at her, but he really can't tear his eyes away for more than a few seconds. mind you, he's popping a boner behind the pulpit. thank god for that fuckin' pulpit, pun not intended (sorry, god).

once the service is done, and everyone has flooded out, he quickly walks down to the reader in the pews and immediately gets down on his knees in front of her; his eyes all big and blue with pupils completely blown.

"what are you trying to do to me?" he whispers, desperation and anticipation and embarrassment wavering in his voice as his hands run up over the soft skin of her thighs.

and the reader just smirks, spreads her legs, and urges his face into her heat. "Shhhh," she hums softly, watching him look up to her as his lips and tongue make contain with her slick cunt, "be good for me.. we can ask god for forgiveness after you make me cum..."

and wow, he doesn't resist at all. he laps at her core until shes spilling and spasming in her seat, her leg draped over his shoulder as the broken AC in the church only exacerbates his guilty sweating.

should he stop? yeah. but he can't. and he won't. he wouldn't in a million years. not even if hell itself opened up beneath the floorboards of the holy building they're in and threatened to swallow him up if he didn't stop eating her pussy.

if heaven's doors opened up above right then, a golden staircase beckoning him in, he'd still choose her pretty folds + her hole over any sort of everlasting paradise.

after all, weren't heaven and her the same things?

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ive honestly been thinking about writing a pt 2 to "kneel" where the reader takes a bit of control? like a tiny bit? i just don't think that the priest!mike faist character i've built up in that fic would necessarily enjoy her doing that LMFAO.

he'd be like "hm. ok. ill do it for u". but when she starts to coo at him or deny him release he's suddenly like >:( this isn't fun anymore.

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but no, im seriously all about corruption. i think it's insanely hot. so i raise u one more: priest's son!mike...? priest's son!art donaldson..?

mmph

[triona-tribblescore]

HIII<3 I LOVE UR HUSKERDUST DRAWINGS AND LOVE HER ART SO MUCH<333

GEGHBEARJB THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :'D

Please accept this silly doodle I did of them today instead of doing some college work that very much needs to be done ^^'' <3333

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@purplecladmerchant hi hello happy naddtreat !!!!!!! heres some uncensored zirks for you!!!!!!

for @naddpodgifting (thank u for organizing!!!)

[time-woods]

you are like the five star chef that showed up to cook for a two star restaurant (prohibitedwish fans) and ur awesome for it

all yalls deserve good food

and i came here to cook so cooking i shall do

[bandsandwristbands]

UR SO GOOD I LUV U SO MUCH🖤 & motivated to draw when people IM asking for it rig h t n o www

I LUV YOUUUUUU if I'm drawing for you that's enough uwu 💕💕🫣✨✨✨

all I have left to offer for now is a quick gaaleesbians 👉👈

[yayll]

Hiii i hope you're feeling better soon :(( I was wondering if I could request a Dazai x reader fic where the reader has PTSD? Specifically, the beginning of autumn kind of triggers her (sorry if it's a confusing i dunno how to word it lol) Could it be fluff/comfort? Btw I love your writing style so badly so pls tweak the idea if you think it would work better! And no worries if you'd rather pass :33

hii angel i genuinely am sorry that this took me a while! (work and life happened a little more than usual, GOT SICK and barely had time to sit down and write.) it was so ivover but i am fine now thank u so much bub!

i REALLY hope you like this and that it's what u wanted, i've never written someone w PTSD before and i was just rlly hoping i didn't mess this characterization up for ur request ahhh. i had such a nice time writing it and i rlly wanted to explore the impact it could have around reader and dazai and him going out of his way even if it could be a little goofy and sappy to make u feel at least a little better even if u can't talk abt it.

i love uuuu thank u again! <3

~ a little something about Dazai noticing harmful patterns and loving you through them ~

He's been watching you sit by the window for the past half hour as you stare at what seems like the beginning of the new season outside. You were quieter than usual, more withdrawn and jumpy, which could only mean that you weren't sharing something with him- or rather having trouble processing something to the point where you didn't realize he could tell something inside you was on high alert.

Dazai would rather die than see you in such a state, especially during what's supposed to be such an exciting time of the year that's full of the things you usually love to do. Whatever is impeding you from enjoying the leaves falling has to be dealt with the most delicate of methods, but especially with love. If you taught him anything about the past haunting you to the point of mental distress, something he suffered bouts of every now and then when memories made days grow dark, it's that all you need is one person to truly witness you. Just like how you've seen the ugliest parts of him time and time again yet you still look at him with all the stars in the sky, stars he consumes like a black hole waiting to be filled.

Luckily for you, he has an arsenal of things he can try to soothe you with, because he wouldn't be a good detective AND boyfriend if he didn't keep all those context clues in his pocket for a bad day. Mainly though, he was just completely attuned to your every need. You are his happiness, and your wellness isn't up for debate: It's mandatory. He stands up from the loveseat with a deep exhale as he walks over to you, his lips curled in a lazy smile as he tests the waters to see what you could need from him without asking.

"You know, if you stay any more still I could probably paint you like one of those fancy paintings. What do you say, be my model?"

You look over at him from the window, and he can visibly tell you haven't been at ease lately. He suddenly realizes he's just fallen even more in love with you. That there is nothing in this world that could ever let him see you as anything but his heart.

You murmur, a faint smile decorating your serene face.

"Mm, I'm not sure. I don't think I could pose for that long, you know? It would probably be hard to catch my likeness, heh."

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes with a playful smirk. Oh how he wants to lean in and worship your likeness with his loving touch, but he decides to take it easy on the physical affection for now, not until he knows you're feeling up for it. He can be a good boy, something he usually isn't.

"Well, I wouldn't mind being the brave young knight who tries~ Shall we take this outside for better lighting?"

You instantly don't give him a good reaction to that. You shrug, seeming conflicted and unsure of yourself, but unable to really bring yourself to explain with words, something uncharacteristic of you.

No problem! Dazai thinks to himself. If you don't want to go outside, he can bring outside to you in the comfort of home. He'll enhance your safe space, and tailor it to just what you need. He hums, tapping his temple in an exaggerated manner as if he were thinking really hard and when he sees that it gets a small giggle out of you, he knows he's on the right track.

"Hm, I know what we should do instead. Wait here, angel.~"

He disappears into the hallway and you sit there as the sound of cabinets opening and rummaging around fills the air. You smile to yourself, and shake your head at the mental image of Dazai becoming a tornado to find whatever he's looking for right now, hoping he doesn't make too much of a mess. You fidget with your hair, twirling it in between your fingers as you take a deep grounding breath while you wait.

A moment later, he comes back with what seems like art supplies and a ton of mini candlesticks.

He knows you're intrigued when you tilt your head in confusion, but then again that's probably just the confusion... Dazai sets down two canvases along with the candles, flashing you a mischievous grin. If you couldn't process your feelings through words, art was always there! You look over the activities he's laid out for you both, awaiting his silver tongued explanation.

"You know when I want to be the little spoon but I don't say anything?"

You laugh softly, and nod.

"Mhm, you get all moody and weird."

He nods back, a half smile on his face as he rests his hands on his hips. He wants to tell you that the only reason he even knew such intimate luxuries is because you showed him that he's worthy of it, of being loved, but he doesn't say anything. He lets the sweet memories between you swim through his mind as fuel for the day he's trying to create for you. His voice sounds more like he's talking out loud now, lost in a thought..

"You make me moody and weird. You also make me want to grab your soft little face and just..."

He then snaps back to the moment, and his tone picks up.

"... But alas, there is no time to waste! Come, sit, I'll get the other things ready.~"

He zooms off to the kitchen, and your heart softens at how much he fusses over you, though you also hope you aren't being too much. You know he'd hate to hear that, so you simply sit down and look over the supplies you had honestly forgotten you had.

Dazai makes tea, because he knows it helps with your fidgeting and you like how the mug feels in your hands, he also begins to set the candle sticks all over the living room, lighting them one by one. You flash him a look of faint concern.

"Feels like Dracula's castle. You sure this is safe, Osamu?"

He simply grins impishly.

"It's called 'mood lighting', cutie. There is an atmosphere to be created!"

"Yeah, and possibly a wildfire."

"Boo, you're no fun. Besides, that sounds like a problem for future us. We live in the moment."

Dazai would never risk your safety and you know that, which is why you don't push the topic any further.

You two settle in, the candles illuminating you both with a warm flame that feels more comforting than you'd like to admit, you feel yourself becoming more immersed in the random little doodles and brush strokes you create as you both talk for hours about literally nothing while sipping on your tea. Nothing feels nice, for once and Dazai can see it in the way you slowly become less and less tense. So mindful, so beautiful.

After you fill your canvas, you set it down, and peer over at Dazai's.

"What'd you paint?"

He smiles sheepishly, and hides his.

"Not finished yet. No peeking!"

He stands up and in one swift motion, runs outside, while leaving you bewildered at the spontaneity of the situation. A few moments later, he runs back inside, huffing with his arms behind his back. He sits back down on the floor with you, criss crossed. He grabs his canvas, and puts something on it as he slowly unveils his work to you.

It's a single crisp leaf he must have plucked from the grass when it fell, the orange and reddish hue placed on the canvas that shows a cartoonishly painted tree as well. He murmurs, eyes trained lovingly on you but with that familiar playful tone.

"I wanted you to get a little air. It's good for one's mood, you know."

You slowly take the leaf, and twiddle it in your thumb as you begin to smile to yourself. You mutter back.

"The weather changes, moods change, it's so overwhelming sometimes..."

He slowly leans in a little closer and places a hand on the small of your back, inching you closer to him too. He wants to distract you from those thoughts affecting you, but it's getting harder when all he can think about is how much you affect him. He whispers.

"My mood never changes, you're the most precious thing I have ever seen all year round."

You look up at him, your eyes communicating what you feel, and he picks up on it with a silent confirmation. You hold each other's gaze for a long quiet moment and when you feel ready you lean into his chest, nuzzling into him. He envelops you in a hug that feels like the remedy you've been searching for this whole time, and it almost brings you to tears. You don't know it also does the same to him. He gives you a soft squeeze and leans down to your ear, his warm breath feeling like the way life is supposed to feel. You mumble, your voice slightly muffled against him.

"Thank you, Osamu. Love you."

He smiles at that. To be something so soothing to you, to be of use for once in his life, it's a feeling that he could never describe. He'll have to find the words when he covers you in kisses from head to toe later, when he makes sure you feel the full extent of his devotion to you through thick and thin. He exhales deeply.

"Change of season, change of mind... It doesn't matter to me. It's still you. It will always be you."

[cupiidzbow]

thank you for so much love on my sona sheet update i am so happy you all like my funny monkey guy 😢😢 AND AUGHGHH!!!!!! HUGE THANK U TO MY ABSOLUTE SWEET AND WONDERFUL FRIENDS (@linaharutaka ) and (@qilinkisser) for the most gorgeous art you made for me today ….. I’m literally in tears oh my gosh………thank you 😢😢😢