#also im never drawing a comb again.

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scumplane <3 i missed them i missed them alot

[heyhelloitsmilo]

Everything Will Be Ok.

Simon Riley x reader x John MacTavish

918 words

⚠️ warnings: milo standard fluff, polyam relationship, not canon compliant (i think), mention of scars (not detailed)

💛 pairings: Simon Riley x John MacTavish x reader (masc), poly shit :)

💫 summary: CUDDLES!! slice of life w/o missions and uh. exaltation of the beloved lady??? (think Princess Bride's "As You Wish" as an example of it)

💬 extra notes: IM BAAAAAACK also fun fact MW2 and 3 are set in 2016-2017 which is uh. 7-8 years ago. :)

The sound of leaves rustling filled the air. Hands in hair, tea steeping in a mug on the bedside table. The autumn air hung with the smell of cinnamon and vanilla, warm and cozy and soft.

John's face burrowed into your neck, his hand on your chest. The book in your hand kept ajar by your thumb, completely forgotten as Simon held the both of you in his arms. With missions on hold for the time being, the three of you made good use of that time... Whatever that meant.

Well, turns out that meant you were sandwiched between the two of them, not like you weren't cuddle-piling in whatever sleeping arrangements you had. Then again, most of the Task Force tended to hang out together while they slept. The horrors of war tended to bring people together. That, and intense paranoia. And insomnia... trust issues... torture...

But for now, the horrors were far away, out of mind. No torture, no gunfire, no yelling. Just the quiet of the hotel they were staying in, and the soft sound of breathing.

"Yer awf'lly quiet, love."

John's voice was muffled in the skin of your neck, breaking your train of thought. You turned your head, cheek squished against his shaved side.

"Mmh?"

"Jus' lying there like a ludgin' hoose cat."

"English, Johnny." Simon muttered, much to your amusement. Both of you knew basically what he'd said, but oftentimes John's accent made it a little hard to understand.

John scoffed, throwing his leg over your waist. "No."

Stubble brushed across your clavicle, causing your skin to crawl. You drew back in revulsion, a small disgusted noise leaving your lips.

"Look what you've done, y'done made 'im groan, 'nd not in the good way." Simon nudged his nose in against your hair and pressed a little kiss to your temple. He chuckled lowly, putting a hand on John's thigh.

"We need a shave." You mumbled, really not enjoying the prickly hair on your skin. "And you need a haircut, Johnny." The statement earned a small chuckle from John, whose buzzed sides needed refreshing.

The room fell back into comfortable silence, though a little warm. Turns out having two guys hold you got toasty. Who knew? A novel concept.

Things settled back to how they were before: sleepy, warm, and cozy. Quiet mutterings of affection or fluttered kisses broke the silence, but nothing big. At one point, Johnny took your hand, kissed your knuckles, then bit the side of your palm. Classic, but you flicked him (gently) anyways. Large(r) hands roamed your torso, drawing lazy patterns along your skin. Your hand scratched and combed through your lovers' hair, pressing occasional kisses to their foreheads.

Your eyes fluttered closed, letting the sounds and smells lock you in this moment. Times like these were few and far between, never mind the fact that most standard militaries would have them all court martialed and dishonorably discharged. Fuckin'... gay people. No one really cared in 141, though. Which was nice. It afforded the three of you a chance to be together, except for when other generals and higher-ups or whatever were around.

A hand snaked up your shirt, briefly squeezing your chest before laying on your scarred skin. You weren't sure whose it was until thick fingers briefly squeezed your skin.

Simon slid his hand down your side, holding onto your waist. Soft murmured whispers of love and affection trailed from his lips, his breath gentle on your skin. His hand gripped you, tight enough to feel possessive but loose enough to be comfortable.

"I'm so in love with you," He whispered, nibbling the shell of your ear, earning a small chuckle from you.

"Y'think I'm joking? No, you don't understand. Every day I see you, I want to burn the entire world for you. Let me treasure you."

Funnily enough, John's head poked up to give Simon a betrayed look. Like a sad dog. Or hamster.

"Don' look at me with that tone. I feel the exact same way about you."

With that, John put his head back down, snuggled into your neck. Strong arms adjusted around you, warm breath on your skin. Stubble poked at your skin, little open-mouthed kisses left along your neck. Quiet mewls of protest tumbled from your lips, scruffy facial hair scraping at you. It was all in vain, however, since John was determined to get a few dozen kisses in.

You huffed, eyes still pressed closed. Too bad none of you were ever stationary enough to have a proper place. Each of you had done a little over ten years of service each. But that was the dream, wasn't it? A little home, just the three of you, all cozied up and comfortable. Making lunch for work, cooking and cleaning together.

The domestic life seemed so far away now. How could you go back after... after the horrors?

A soft sigh left your lips. Now wasn't the time to get all sad and melancholy. You combed a hand through John's hair, your cheek pressed to his forehead. During your little zone-out-session, he'd chilled out and practically fallen asleep. Dork.

"You should get some sleep."

Simon's voice rumbled in your ear, soft and murmured as he spoke. "You're more spacey than usual. Just take a nap."

With a soft mumble of appreciation, you let yourself relax. Right here, right now, everything was alright. For just a moment, everything was alright with the world.

And maybe... Maybe it would be okay.

i just think these heights are really funny (stars is my oc :)

[neyliaart]

Since im skipping class have a TGCF AU idea ramble.

Premise is smt like: strong spiritual weapons can develope and switch into a human form (see. Rain Masters Mount. The Boy had it going)

Aka. Im turning our babies into people but only part time.

Cut because much spoiler for all Plot

Let us begin

Ruoye:

Ruoye turns human about a medium percentage of the time and is suprisingly rather talkactive with Xie Lian. They cant be curled up and cozy in Xie Lians sleeve when they do, which is about the biggest downside. I imagen when they were a younger spirit they were much more curios, exploring and testing their limits in silk form, learning a lot about their own limits and how not to get tangled up into knots. It was semi-acidential when they first turned human and jumping up all proud they promptly fell back down face first. Gravitiy baby. They figured all that out relativly quickly tho.

Ruoye has unbeliavbly long white hair and it gets tangled everywhere and on everything much to Xie Lians dismay. He tried putting it in a big braid but that just ended up getting Ruoye stuck on some branches and didnt help the knots in their hair so he resigned himself to the task of combing it on a regular basis. Ruoye mostly turns to wander of and explore a bit (and happily tell Xie Lian of their findings) because even now that they have grown they still remain curious in nature or to help out with the chores sometimes. Although they do hate getting dirty in general. When younger I also imagen Ruoye often asked about how they came to be, after all a spiritual silk band like themselves must have some origin. Xie Lian has managed to avoid the topic each and every time, leaving Ruoye clueless about its own involvement in past events. A very good decision because I dont think thats something anyone would want to know.

Some more general appearance (which I hopefully will actually draw one day) Ruoye is pale and wears white which isnt really that original but theres only so much my mind can do with white slik. Aside from the long hair which is usually open unless Xie Lian ties into into something for them their sleeves are also long. They grew into it to the extent they dont trip over their own clothes anymore but its still enough to blow in the wind and turn them into a giant silk again visually speaking. After the final showdown and being stitched back together they also have a rather big scar on their stomach which bothers themselves a little to look at, but they dont have to very often so they sometimes forget its there.

Eming:

Ruoye was not happy when showing off by turning human resultet in Eming doing the same. Starting with general appearance here. One red eye as per usual. Id imagen Eming never bothered much covering the other or the lack of one and neither did Hua Cheng. Eming is Pale and almost silvery to the extent Xie Lian thought he might be sick upon first seeing him (Eming didnt mind it got him attention). While technically also a good 800 years old by now Eming remains the form of a teenager which actually makes him smaller than Ruoye, much to their pleasure and his dismay.

Anyhow, Eming Propably does know how it was formed. Hua Cheng just told him very early on to have it out of the way and not be troubled with it later. Eming didnt really use to be in human form much if at all until Xie Lian came around and he started doing it more and more to help him with as many things as he possibly could (butting heads with Ruoye about the praised it earned him many times). There was just not much of a reason prior and he had to always be on call on vigilant for Hua Cheng so thats that. Sometimes now he just turns human because Xie Lian thinks hes rather cute and he loves getting that pointed out. Makes him all giddy. Eming likely talks less than Ruoye in general which is subconcious because Hua Cheng only allows so much and he is already not so happy about Eming taking on human form just to steal away geges attention. Eming did open up to Ruoye a little post-canon. Since Xie Lian spends a lot of time just being lovey dovey with Hua Cheng the two weapons also have a lot more downtime so Ruoye dragged Eming along to explore Ghost City one of those days. And well, even for Eming you can only listen to so much chatter and happy comments about the structure of the buildings or whatever else caught Ruoyes eye before you slowly start to join the conversation. Turns out Eming can actually talk quiet a lot! They probably bond over that and now Ruoye drags him along all the time. This does in no way mean they dont still fight for Xie Lians attention. It does however mean they get to complain to one another about how they both lost that fight to Hua Cheng.

Fangxin

Xie Lian actually didnt know Fangxin had a human form for the longest time and was rather startled when he first turned out of nowhere. It was likely at someones doorstep when Xie Lian was doing the usual scrap business that a tall and posed man just suddenly stood there pointing at a book asking something along the lines of "can we get this one?"

Fangxin did tragically not convince the owner to give them the book for free which was likely only because he was told to keep at least a semi-low profile and hes not one to disappoint Jun Wu.

Fengxin I feel has intricatly braided hair with a few little pieces of silver jewlery in it. Generally clothes in black and the tallest of our three with some little silver and white adornment. Xie Lian assumed it took the sword a lot of energy to turn because after not getting what he asked for he turned right back and didnt turn again for a long time. In truth Fengxin just doesnt care a whole lot. He turns mostly to pass the time with a scroll when he can and talks only as much as necessary during his time with Xie Lian. This is partially because the less he turns and talks the less likely he is to spill any secrets and while he isnt that talkactive to begin with he also isnt much in need of new friends to risk it. A very loyal soul. It also gives Fangxin some more old man vibes which just reiterates Xie Lians believe that, while a good weapon, Fangxin seems to be pretty old. Therefore he doesnt question it much and politly accepts the fact that Fangxin does not wish to converse with him when he turns and they just kind of co-exsist in the same space until Fangxin decides to turn back. Hes barely noticable really.

Ruoye doesnt like him a whole lot. Odd feeling about the guy. It might just be because they are very unalike in nature (if you ask Xie Lian at least) and Fangxin never quiet humored and of Ruoyes exploring or little rambles quietly refusing to engage.

Xie Lian has, much to his shock, has to find out that Fangxin isnt actually old or too weak to hold a human form for long after Jun Wu takes the sword back. Back where he truly belongs Fangxin has more the aura of a confident youth. In fact Fangxin actually quiet enjoys a good fight and is rather thrilled to finally be allowed to work at full power again. He isnt much less of a menace than his master. If I were to indulge greatly id imagen Fangxin actually rapidly switching between human and sword form in the fight for some cool moves but yall can decide that as you will. One way or the other with Jun Wu Fanxin is somewhat a reflection of who that man used to be. Confident, proud, strong and always excited to spar. Because i think thats neat and Fangxin is at heart still Jun Wus weapon. He is meant as such and I intend to fight anyone on that. This is also the reason Fangxin kept his secrets and played a low profile. Very loyal soul.

Suprise! More because nobody can stop me now!

The wind and water master fan:

I dont quiet remember if they were made as a pair in canon but they will be here, making them essentially twins! Very close twins to be precise. Whenever they get together you can be sure a little chaos ensues and they have much to talk about. I dont really have much of a mental image on them except that id think its cool if their outfits are complimentary? Like they do very clearly match but they dont wear the same thing. They did that fully on purpose by the way.

For the wind master fan I imagen its a lively fellow. While dutiful enough to know when to not turn and remain a weapon for safetys sake and that it should always stay close to Shi Qingxuan in case it it needed, it does turn pretty often. To an extent where most heavenly officials actually know the Fan about as well as the Master. They probably have regular chats too. I just kind of imagen whenever Shi Qingxuan is strolling through the heavens without anything to do the wind master fan is strolling right next to her matching her step. And you better be sure they find something to talk about until a task arises and they need to actually work.

The water master fan is a bit less lively but that is mostly due to Shi Wudu just not being as conversing (although maybe they do gossip together sometimes. Feels like Shi Wudu might gossip to his weapon because his weapon wont snitch) and its not like Shi Wudu has that many friends it could talk to instead. So when it turns its mostly to serve as a lowkey junior official or when it meets its twin and they can chat!

Funnily enough both of them actually picked up the habit of changing between female and male form (much to Shi Wudus building headache and Shi Qingxuans delight). Shi Wudu 100% thinks his brother set them up to do that, but thats only half true. While the Wind Master fan definetly picked up the habit from its master and passed it on to its twin, shi Qingxuan never actually went out of her way to tell them to do it. Nontheless the added strength to her ultimate goal of getting everyone in heaven to try it at least once has gained forces! She is very pleased.

After a certain Arc the wind master fan is having some emotional troubles with grief and death and also some scars. While theirs are more faint than Ruoyes because my brain registers this as a more "brought back from the dead" type of Situation than Ruoye for some reason they have more of them.

The earth master shovel:

The wind master fan has tried to convince them to show their human form many many times and failed many many times. No matter how much he would huff, puff or beg they never complied. Shi Qinxuan put that on the list of: "Why Ming-xiong should train using his spiritual weapons more often" because surely the poor thing just doesnt know how. They both find it unlikely it lacks the power to do so, this shovel can burry through anything! Surely it should have enough spiritual power to form a human appearance.

The truth is that, while technically able, He Xuan actually put some type of seal on it to prevent this. While he did get rid of the earth master he couldn't exactly dump his weapon altogether, but he had to make sure that his cover isnt blown instantly so he just had to prevent the thing from speaking. Easy as that.

Later, when with Yin Yu, the Earth Master Shovel had the seal lifted, but turning into a human form was still difficult. Even if it could it didnt use these legs in a long time and likely had to relearn a lot of things like walking and maybe even speaking because of the whole incident. Yin Yu likely helped with that when he could. They bonded a bit over that.

[literaila]

stop the lil tsumiki + megumi calling mc mom for the first time Ugh im giddy (also i need to read more of a typical family bc even the barest notion of satoru and mc laying together and satoru combing through mcs hair nearly made me fall out my bed…)

i have such a soft spot for big moments being slipped into mundane bits of life i don’t know there’s something so real about it :’-) if it fits with the character at least. and it most definitelyyy fits with megumi. like yes the first time he calls mc mom it happens so naturally that neither of them realize

i need to read more of a typical family reason #2: tsumiki and mc’s relationship is so :-( the way mc has these special bonds with the kids makes my heart twist Like. ‘and really, that’s all you wanted to be for them. you didn’t need a title, didn’t need some overrated birthright. you just wanted to see the two of them at the dinner table, laughing at each other and picking at their food.’ ‘and you knew how much a mother meant to tsumiki. megumi had no recollection of their parents, but tsumiki couldn’t manage to forget.’ like Oh Okay Haha. tsumiki is such a sweet girl Oh how i miss her so… (gege i will literally never forgive you.)

i love them all

also i will in fact ask about gojo being called dad for the first time 😊 i can just imagine megumi blanching at his lil slip up (because i cannot imagine him calling him dad for the first time on Purpose)

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again: touching someone’s hair is the most intimate act possible. automatic engagement rights (draw up the papers, buy some land)

yeah no. the biggest moments in life are usually the smallest ones and their family just reinforces that fact tenfold.

tsumiki is my baby!!! she’s so shdkafhajabd. i don’t pick favorites (yes i do)

it’s an established fact in my mind that megumi does not, will not call satoru dad. and if he did (if) it would happen on accident and satoru would make such a big deal of it that it never happens again.

tsumiki calls him dad though (obviously). mostly just because she knows he likes it.

[torchstelechos]

i realize how nothingish this question is regards to like answerability but like how do you get.... ideas...? or. i dont really ever have any kind of bigger things i want to draw its always like small stuff.... or... idk.... i want to make things that are like.. more... i want to make stuff that like... means something makes you think something... most of my stuff is just tiny little things with nothing behind it just something to get it down but i like want to make things that are interesting to look at.... idk..... okay wait ill share a self portrait i did.

^ im really hapoy with this stuff theres color theres studf going on! an eclipse! right like its. its neat theres things theres associations being made theres questions theres something there this is the only thing ive made where i actually feel like ive expressed something that was in me and i just dont know how to do that again i want to make more things like that i want to get more out of my art than just putting stuff down thatll be forgotten the second its down i want what i make to be meaningful to me and idk how... uhhhh anyway thanks for reading thisif you do i just needed to get thoughts out or smth frustrated with this. doing this for six years and its just. ive managed like a handful of things id want to show people everything else is just things made because i just have to do this urghhh sorry about all this

Howdy! I had to take a bit to think of an answer for this question. I didn’t want to fall back on the statement everyone gets when they ask about art (practice), especially since you specified ideas rather than art appearance/style. So! Lets get into that! (gonna be kind of long oops)

First I want to say that I enjoy your self portrait, its very colourful and I LOVE colour. The choices in colour also complement each other very well, as yellow, orange, and blues go well together. Not only that, but the saturation of each colour help bounce off each other and bring it all together. Now, I assume the materials are a blue pen, and crayons? It might be markers, but the way the orange moves across the yellow makes me think of crayons. I adore it! I love crayons and haven’t been able to use them in a while, so it’s nice to see them being used. 

Now, your question, I feel needs some context from my side of things before I can properly answer it. I have been doing art for about 15 years now, and I have done multiple mediums including painting (water colour, oil, and acrylic), drawing (crayons, pens, markers, pencils, etc.), fiber arts (knitting, sewing, crocheting), baking/cooking (i think the presentation counts and how its a medium that takes combing lots of things to make a singular outcome), and a few I wont share right now. I’ve had official art classes that made me do things very specifically, one that taught me art history and how different genres of art were introduced, another on creativity and how to help flourish ideas, and some others on how to use different mediums and styles. I also watch speedpaints, animatics, and animation progress videos to learn some quick shortcuts in digital art since I was never taught officially on digital art. Including all of these, I also have done LOTS of practice in art. Having said this, lets get into some of my own thought processes. 

When I make art, the first things I tend to ask myself is “what do I want” and “what do I think would be interesting”? These aren't mutually exclusive, but they can be answered very differently depending on how I want to do something. For the Siffrin during the Mal du Pays fight piece, I actually started it by seeing a cat picture and thinking, “I want a discord reaction with Siffrin face down on the floor” which went into drawing Siffrin as the cat and then asking myself, “Wait, why is Siffrin face down?” which went into Oh! It’d be funny if it was Mal du Pays! So, doing that I decided to make it in the king's room which meant I had to draw a background. Eventually that transformed into “Okay but it doesnt look right, why?” the answer was that it didnt look like the game so I had to add some texture details and ta-da! Siffrin face down! 

But this also comes from years of practice in knowing what I want and knowing how to draw it, some of my art pieces were, “I think it would be cool if I drew a character looking down at me in front of a skyscraper” but um,, I didnt know how to draw that ;-; so I had to just let my hands kind of try and finish the piece even if I didnt like it. At that point, I realized I needed to practice the character and my style more until I COULD draw what I wanted. Which led into my drawing, a LOT of things I couldn’t and didnt like. 

As for symbolism in art, and how I got ideas for it, a lot of it comes down to knowing the character and how you want to translate your thoughts of the character into art. One of the ways I started doing this was adding flowers to the characters art, or learning what flower I considered “theirs” that way I could add hints to  it in the drawings. Some of it also came from animals, others came from art genres and their historical significance, and some come down to theories (such as colour theory in art). 

Finally, it really does come down to practice. As much as I hate to say it, a lot of the art pieces I do and share tend to lean towards “practice” or concept doodles so that I can better understand HOW I want to add it to a bigger piece. Most of my Siffrin and Loop drawings tend more to that as I need to better understand how their shapes and lines communicate to an art piece (Loop being a fucking star gets me so much) before i can add symbolism and make a bigger art piece. Even then, sometimes it doesnt work and the bigger art piece needs to be put to a back burner before i can communicate my thoughts on the characters as I wish to. 

(Here’s also a neat little trick I do, write out what you want to draw and then draw thumbnails so you can figure out the composition of the piece you want. It helps you know where something goes and how you want it to appear without keeping it in our brain for a long period of time. Some of the things I share are concept doodles but I’ve shared pictures of me doing this before! It can be annoying but trust me, it helps when you can’t figure out the draft at all.) 

Also, heres some of my REAL old art for reference when I say I’ve practiced a lot and didn’t always know how to do big art pieces ;;;;

Hope that helped answer some of my thought process on ideas and how that translates to art? I could go into more detail if you need me to discuss something further

[captainstressed]

based on the 'luke falling asleep with his head in penelope's lap' prompt, this got away from me a little bit and ended up at 700 words but im not even mad.

thank you @darcyfangirlsfrequently for the prompt and i hope you all enjoy!

Every case they worked came with its own shade of ick, it didn’t matter how many years they worked day in and day out it never got any easier. Some cases though, they stuck with you long after they had been solved. This had been one of them.

Penelope and Luke had hardly spoken to each other for almost a week, unless it was through a screen or over the phone. This wasn’t usually an issue per se, they had worked together long enough before finally giving things a go and knew what to expect. The main difference between then and now, was that at the end of a tough case they could come together at his place or hers and help each other forget. They would also try and steal moments in between, soft touches and whispered reassurances.

Things had been so hectic from the word go that neither of them had been able to check in with the other as much as they usually would. It had been hard, harder than either of them had been expecting.

With the case finally wrapped up and the team safely on the jet heading back, Penelope felt as though she could finally breathe again. Eager to put the past few days behind her, she texted Luke to let him know she was heading home but for him to come over when he was back on the ground and finished for the night.

—

Penelope moved on autopilot from the moment she left the BAU until she reached home. Her clothes were left in a heap on the floor in her bathroom, a problem for another day, and she took a shower as hot as she could bare. She willed the water to wash away all of the nastiness she had seen over the last few days, deciding to use her more fragrant products as to further distract her from recent events.

After her shower, she dressed for comfort and decided to crawl into bed whilst she waited for Luke. She was exhausted but her mind still ran a mile a minute, sleep would not come easy for her but she knew getting into bed would entice Luke to do the same so hopefully he would get some rest even if she couldn’t.

She was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear the door open to indicate he was home. Luke’s voice calling through the apartment brought her back to the present and she couldn’t stop the instant smile that tugged at her lips, nor would she want to.

“In here!” She called back.

It was mere moments, the soft sound of feet padding across the space from the front door to her bedroom. Their eyes met as he paused in the doorway, both of them drained from the intense case but ever so grateful to have each other at the end of it.

Wordlessly he crossed the short distance to her bed and it took every last remaining ounce of his energy not to fall face first into the soft comforter. He brought a knee up and crawled across to Penelope’s side, laying his head down in her lap with a sigh.

“Hi.”

His voice was slightly muffled by the material of the comforter and rough with exhaustion but she heard him, a soft sigh falling from her lips as she brought a hand to comb gently through his hair.

“Hi yourself.”

He kicked off his shoes and they landed with a soft thud, he made no effort to remove any other article of clothing and Penelope made no comment. She knew the toll this last week had taken on both of them but was just glad for it to be finally over, to finally have him back with her.

Neither of them spoke again for a short while, Penelope continued to run her fingers through his hair, her other hand drawing patterns on his shirt covered back.

It wasn’t long before his breath evened out and she suspected he had fallen asleep. She didn’t cease her administration's but leaned her head back against the headboard, looking down at him with an easy smile. Sleep still felt like a faraway concept for her but it didn’t matter, not right now. She was happy that one of them was able to rest, her thoughts drifting finally from the recent days and a warmth filling her chest for the man before her.

[vidyagamereference]

I love how before botw the fandom (as i was aware of it) was like

Fan: this is Link! Hes a purebread chosen one and hyrules holy warrior! His pedigree goes back all the way to the beginning of hyrule :0000! (Godkiller!!!! Pumpkins!!!! Flyinggg!!!! [Hey do you think that one got reverse altitude sickness??] yeahhhh!!! He commented "first" and honestly iconic) Hes the Goddess Hylia's specialist boy and mine too! We have genealogy trees for him! We also have shipped him with just. EVERYONE!Some think hes hot! So like, who am i to judge?? I personally think hes a dweeb! Hes probably good with kids :].... in some incarnations.... in others he needs a bit more babysitting haha, I caught him gnawing on a tree once! Hes a bit of a cryptid but we like him that way :]

And now its more like:

Fan: this is Link. Hes a stray who somehow has a verified pedigree. I got it checked out and it turns our hes the last survivor of a thought to be dead breed of twink and is the best at every weapon. Cause what else i have to do on a tuesday afternoon, i tested that theory. He beat my ass and the asses of all simulated enemies with everything from a large ladle to a solid steel mining tool for gorons twice his size and weight. It was genuinely impressive, i didnt think he knew knives existed. I dont think he knows what soap, a comb, a bath, or soap is. Oh i said soap twice? BECAUSE THE FERAL BASTARD WONT STOP TRYING TO FUCKING EAT ANY SCENTED SOAPS I BUY BECAUSE "THEY SHOULD TASTE GOOD" AND IM SICK OF I- [2 hours later] no no im calm now dont worry i wont break out the time-line again.... anyway yeah hes an actual local cryptid who people never beleive me when i say i know him but somehow hes also my favorite guy. He needs horse detangler for his hair. Not because its thick, but because its that matted. Shiiiit listen i gotta go i think hes seen an anthro and if he learns that you can draw those its over for my sanity he does NOT know what moderation is and no wood would get gather- WHAT?...... SCALIE????...... NO IVE NEVER HEARD OF THAT................... NO I AM NOT BUYING YOU A CINTIQ YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A COMPUTER!........ YOUR SLATE DOES NOT COUNT!

[shnowyfox]

all my mlp ocs in order of creation

DayDreamBreeze. also my original gamertag on minecraft! i uhm. shes not supposed to be a cheese changling. She's inspired by a fluttershy toy i had and the beautiful artwork for the honey queen chrysalis from ink rose's interpretation of her backstory. i swapped the honey for water and she's supposed to be a pegasus? but i drew her as a changling here for some reason and i have no clue why

Casey Cockatrice. Seeing pony youtubers discuss the show in their oc form, and thinking "wow, they're all just pegasi" i was like "i should do that but not be a pegasus" so i made an oc and never did that lol. probably a good thing though. anyhow. Casey was originally supposed to be an angel cockatrice but I didn't know how to do that without just making a chicken with a lizard tail until just now im realizing i should make it a dutchie omg. Casey enjoys the ponies and wants to befriend them but is confined to the everfree forest, so she has dawned a blindfold so she doesnt hurt anyone and she likes to hang out with zecora and collect herbs with her. she still just kinda does chicken/dragon things most of the time like pecking at the ground and sitting on treasure. The ring in her comb is supposed to be a halo. halos stuck in the character's design physically (usually through the hair or something similar) was a common thing i did for characters that were close to me at the time.

Lemon Lily. She is. very bright. she was supposed to have a much more subtle color palette but i didnt do that and now she looks like sprite lmao. anyhow. i drew her randomly when i went through a small mlp phase a few years ago, mainly just attraction for chrysalis, but i guess she exists. her cutie mark is supposed to look like a water lily made of lemons but it kinda just looks weird idk. i'd say her talent is supposed to be like.. maybe floral arrangement? i think i had some inspiration from early mlp background ponies and i remember the florists were my favorite.

JASON!! my favorite little idiot. he's a griffin i made in pony.town after realizing if i use the singular freckle and closed the eyes, it looked like he had tiny eyes and angry brows lol. all i do with him is act vaguely like skydoesminecraft and boop people with my bird fingers.

DayDreamBreeze 2.0. i literally drew this bitch and didn't do anything else with them. ever.

then is autumn breeze whom i've drawn literally in like my last post so im not doing it again rn. she's my LOE pony and if you want her lore go to the post where i drew her on my phone.

Honey Suckle. The only OC that I have surviving evidence of actually writing their backstory and whatnot. They were created with the idea of them experimenting on their body trying to turn themselves into a bee (basically beeatris as a horse, i know none of you know my persona beeatris but its pretty much her without the demonic activity and disney fairy influence), though i have thought of maybe changing it to her wanting to become a breezy or a changeling. She lost her horn because of this experimentation and is fluffier and has patches of hair on her eyes because of it. i forgot if she had a cutie mark or if i just didnt draw it or if it's overgrown? I think a lot of this character's experimentation was based off of memories of my brother who had leukemia and tried experimental treatments, mainly the fuzziness he got from his chemo or steroids i forgot which one it was. I also drew her as a kirin, idk if that was supposed to be a thing of like.. me doing it as an alternate idea of what she's aiming to achieve, as an alternate form of what she was born as.. or if it was just a doodle.. but it was pretty cool. a good quote for her is the vine thats like "i am a wolf on all levels but physical"

Next is Pegasus. I originally had a different name for them but i don't think i can share it here. Pegasus is also related to my brother though and is very cool. they're really just a celestial body as a pony like Celestia and Luna, but with more of a crystal pony inspiration. also, they speak enchanting table only and i think thats really funny. same size as Luna. also, she can hide in Luna's hair.

Stone Hoof. based somewhat off of Smokey Quartz from Steven Universe, i thought it'd be cool to also give them speckling like an appaloosa horse or vitiligo. you can't see their cutie mark but it's supposed to be a yoyo and i put it in the shape of the symbol of leo since im a leo and i designed them on the same day as pegasus lol. they are intended to be a friend to Honey Suckle.

Finally, we have... I didn't name this one actually. uhm. well! it looks kinda like scootaloo, especially g3 or 3.5. which was unintentional but she was one of my favorite ponies and i had a few toys of her so it kinda makes sense that this is what my brain thought of when i thought "well loved my little pony doll". The hair is based off of the fettucine hair on those g4 plushies and also somewhat based on dreads. the patterns on their hooves is the heartshaped horseshoe from those promotional toys where you can scan them in for video game perks. and the wings are colored after discord's wings. I also got inspo from Stitches from Animal Crossing.

those are the horses. 1 like = 1 more horse post.

i also have customs i made as a kid that i dont have pictures of but i could redraw. but they're basically just "this character but i painted this animal on their face."

[chihirolovebot]

oh my GOD !!!!

this is seriously so fucking stunning im almost lost for words. your talent is absolutely immeasurable, this genuinely looks so beautiful + professional and the amount of care and love put into it is INSANE. i cannot imagine how much effort this took !!! im seriously so so flattered im literally near tears.

your phys / oc is WONDERFUL !!!! they look so elegant and elven almost ? i am INLOVE with the hair !!! it's so intricate and beautiful + i love phys with pale / white hair, people tend to default to dark but i think this pale hair works so well - i understand it's just ur oc's design but i think it fits really nicely for phys as a sort of visual reference to their innocence + empathy :')

THE PHYS OUTFIT!!! so so funky and cool i love it being unzipped to the chest + the cool studded belt , gives the design a little bit of edge which also fits phys super well!! i really like the combat theme you went with and the matching headband ,, some of the drawings almost have this sort of military vibe ? idk it's just sick as hell homie . the yin/yang choker is a VERY inspired choice i like it A LOT !! any neck detailing on phys is always awesome ( like the bandages in my pal habit's design ) but this one is rly unique . in a good way !! the yin/yang decoration may just be something from rin that stuck around for the phys design but i think it works very nicely as a visual representation of phys and ouma's relationship , reinforced by it being on their neck.... idk . it's very cool + brings a kind of tranqility to the design that suits phys really nicely . it's just a sick blend of combative and peaceful .

their expressions :') oh this phys is so cute im chewing live wires. they just look so precious !!! big big fan of the top middle + bottom right sprites , especially the bottom right actually. they look like they're trying to explode ouma with their mind + i think they deserve it . the blush sprite is also adorable !!!!

and oh my god . oh my GOD . THE COMIC???? i took psychic fucking damage . your grasp on expressions is just gorgeous, ouma looks SO canon + pretty and ur artstyle does him so much justice . i dont know too many technical terms when it comes to art , um... but the lighting and like ambience of the scene is so well-done ?? really reallylike the constant shadows across ouma's face + the light on one half of the room and darkness of the other. the whole thing is just ethereal but oh my god the last panel is STUNNING . i've seriously been looking at it for ages. it's just so GOOD i dont know how many ways i can say it, you are IMMENSELY talented and im just . so so flattered that u chose to use ur time to draw something from my fic :[ i cant imagine how much effort this took , thank u so so much !!!!

there's never any rush or pressure to produce art for sleep awake !! do it when and if you wanna . but know that i will look forward to any and everything you or anyone else decided to do for me because it's still slightly insane to me that anyone WANTS to make fanart of my dumb little fanned fic . thank u again endlessly for this + i hope u have a lovely week of rest and happiness!!!

Andddd here’s my version of mc and a small comic? (Kinda) thingy for @chihirolovebot ‘s fanfic, Sleep Awake. (This is just my oc (Rin) fitted to the descriptions of mc) okay but first of all, I had postpone working on this so many times (bc I got sick and got bombarded by schoolwork) and so I started this probably near the end of last year or the beginning of this year and lowkey looking back at it I wanted to change so many things but did have the motivation to and I just wanted to show you this as soon as possible 😭😭 So lemme just put this out here. I drew my reference sheet right after I drew the comic so there are some things changed from the comic AHAHHAhfndkns- anyways I have so much to say but for the comic, I wanted to draw a comic but also draw one of those fake anime scenes but I could decide on one so I decided to do both so yeah- OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT the comic is from the end of chapter 54 (I believe). Now my mc, I was so inspired by everyone else’s designs (THEY LOOK SO NICE 🥹🥹) that it even inspired me to start drawing digitally again- (I’ve been a long hiatus) and lowkey I wanna draw all mcs together 😳 but um maybe when I’m on break-

*ps this is my first time using tumblr like this so pls bare with me 🫠🥲 also lemme know if you want a better resolution for the comic- I’ll try to put it in a google drive so you can see it better-

anyways I think I’ve said what I wanted to say- but uhh THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL FANFIC, I will wait for future chapters :DD sjdbejshsjebsj 💖💖

[sungbeam]

𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤

yang jungwon x gn!reader

0.5k words, fluff, won's sleepy

a/n: my favorite thing is figuring out a new way to describe jungwon's dimples ;D

It must have been early, early morning when you felt Yang Jungwon shift. One moment, you were drifting back into deep sleep; the next, his head was nestling into your neck and his arm came around your waist, soft and sleepy breaths tickling your throat. You slowly opened your eyes to face the dark ceiling, your arms moving to gently cradle the precious cargo lying on you. 

You marked a change in his breathing just as he woke up. He mumbled into your skin, holding you tighter, "Mm… sorry, woke you up?"

"No, you're good," you whispered to him, your voice barely audible. You combed your fingers through his hair and he hummed in contentment. "Go back to sleep, Wonie."

A couple minutes passed by in silence, and you believed him to be asleep. But then Jungwon stirred again. "Honey, can't sleep."

You frowned a little, but kept combing your hand through his hair and also started to rub his back to help him feel more comfortable. "Is this helping?"

"Wanna talk to you," he said instead. Jungwon shifted, wiggling around so he laid on his side, but his cheek was pressed against your heart. "Like those aesthetic conversations you hear about."

You chuckled. "Aesthetic conversations?"

He nodded, fingers playing with a loose thread on the blanket. "Yeah, the ones people have late at night. Deep ones."

"So what deep conversations do you wanna have, love?"

Jungwon shrugged one of his shoulders. He inhaled, his mind going slightly fuzzy at the smell of your body wash lingering on the surface of your sleep shirt. "Have you thought about your future? Not your job, I guess. Or maybe, yeah. Just like… what you wanna do after college."

It wasn't like the two of you hadn't discussed your post-college activities. You both were going into decently stable industries, and you were both in internships now. Getting into your careers was always a worry, but at least it wasn't the forefront right now. 

"We've never really talked about where we'll be afterwards."

He hummed. "I thought we have. Like, you were going into—"

"Mm-mm, no, I mean…" You pressed your lips against his head, voice slightly muffled, "Where we'll be, y'know."

"Oh." Jungwon began drawing swirls on your stomach with his pointer finger. "We'll be together, of course. Wanna move in together?"

You laughed. "We're already living together, Wonie."

You could feel him smile against your body, his inkless, mindless drawing stopping for only a moment before continuing. "Oh, right. But I mean like, a house, honey—hey, that rhymes."

"Won, love, that doesn't rhyme."

"House… honey. Right." He sighed, rubbing one of his eyes, then turning his body over so he laid staring up at the ceiling like you were. "What kind of house do you want? Do you like one of those cookie cutter ones or like, save for a big mansion or something?"

Before you could reply, Jungwon asked, "I want room for a cat. Do you want a cat? Am I your cat?"

You giggled under your breath, combing your hand through his feather soft strands. The combination of sensations made him purr in delight, his dimples pressing simple contentment into his cheeks. "We can have another cat. Maybe you'll be able to understand it."

"Probably."

a/n: i crave cuddles, okay? sue me 😔✨

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[mitsubitchiee]

Sweet and Spicy lol

Pairing: Mammon x f!MC

Cw: smut (pretty vanilla), afab mc

Summary: porn w/o plot. but like, loving and soft porn? Lots of feelings and making each other feel good.

Preface: So! I didnt finish it. I started writing this like... 4 months ago? lmaooo i dunno if ill ever complete it at this point?? But i alrd wrote like 3000 words of it so i thought ill just post it like this. Just heads up, it cuts off pretty abruptly in the middle of spicy times hdhsh Its also not edited ofc. Ill use the fact that im not usually a writer as an excuse for this jssgp

Mammon’s bedroom door closed behind them as the two walked into the space, her feet headed straight to the couch in the middle of the room. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms just about ready to flop onto the sofa when she felt arms wrapping around her middle. Sighing, she leaned into the heat pressing against her back, resting one hand on his and the other combing through his hair. Mammon had his head buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent that had always soothed him. 

“Thanks for having my back down there… What would I do without ya?” His voice was muffled by her shoulder but she heard him loud and clear as she felt soft lips pressing against the skin near the base of her neck. She hummed. “Just another day, right?” she chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. He was tired. It was one of those days when it was all too much for him, the witches, his work and his brother’s relentless insults. 

Most days he could take it, he would  take it, whether it was because he knew he deserved it or because he was just so used to it, he wasn’t sure. But something changed when she came. She showed him kindness that he had never really been treated to before. She touched him so gently, so lovingly and he didn't know how to take it. When she kissed him, he could’ve sworn he still had his angel wings fluttering behind him. He had never noticed just how tired he was. He never stopped to see how the insults had really affected him until she came. Until she brought the whole world around him to a stop and made him feel like the center of her universe. She looked at him like he was the most precious treasure in all three realms and she cried at the scars that he didn't even notice he had. And then he couldn’t stop noticing it. He felt it every time he was insulted and every time the witches extorted him, every time someone took advantage of him. He learned to recognise it, and every time he does, he just wants to be in her arms. He wants to be held and to be doted on and cared for and ...loved. And he loved her with every fiber of his being, even when he knows he isn’t good at showing it, even when he doubts that he is worthy of loving her, he could never push her away. He would take whatever she was willing to give him even if it's just - 

“You okay?”

Mammon hadn’t noticed how he was leaning onto her hand that was holding his cheek. She saw his face turn into the familiar shade of red as he nodded. She smiled, giving him time to speak. “Can I…” his eyes averted and she had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but let him finish anyway. “...can i kiss you?” Her smile grew and she felt her heart grow in her chest. He had never made a move without her consent, never without asking and maybe that was the reason she felt so safe with him. But she needed him to know that he could ask for or initiate affection whenever he needed. She gently pushed his cheek to get him to look at her before closing the distance between them. As their lips met he felt the breath that he had been holding escape in a sigh, melting into the touch. He felt her hands snaking into his hair, pleasantly scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. His hand that was resting on her waist made its way to the nape of her neck, cradling her head that was tilted up to reach him. In that moment he felt an immense wave of love flood over him. This human, this tiny, fragile human was the source of his comfort. His human was there, standing on her tiptoes to reach him, hands combing his hair to soothe him, kissing him as if to tell him everything is alright and there's nothing but the two of them in this universe. 

He bent down more than he already had, letting her feet rest comfortably on the ground. Without breaking the kiss, he gently guided her to the back of his sofa, lifting her to sit on it. She squeaked a bit in surprise before pulling back with a laugh. Both of her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him there with his forehead on hers. “Did that make you feel better?” She nuzzled her nose against his, feeling the delightful breath of air that escaped him when he chuckled. “Not yet. I might need one more” his tone was playful, but his eyes were genuine and almost pleading. With a hum, she connected their lips again, revelling in the feeling of his lips against hers, tasting hints of whatever sweet desert they both had after dinner. Teeth grazed her bottom lip, biting gently on the soft flesh, asking for permission. Mammon was never the quietest even in tender moments like these. Her head spins at the sounds of contentment he makes no matter how many times she had heard it before. In the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help her own whimper and she found herself rotating her head, wanting more of him. Her hands travel down his chest, caressing his sides. A growl escaped his throat, feeling his greed slowly growing inside him. He wanted more. 

The two separated, gasping for air but a smile was plastered on their faces, eyes half lidded and pupils blown. “Mammon…” she bit her lip where he had done so before, her hands tugging at his leather jacket, urging him to get it off. He chuckled, pleased at her eagerness, letting his jacket pool on the floor under him. He basked in the way she ran her hands down from his shoulder to his exposed arms and finally to his hands which she took to her lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. He swallowed, somehow more flustered by this innocent gesture than the make out session they were just having. She loves me. The thought sent him reeling and his heartbeat picking up. He watched her hands reaching to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could nibble on the soft skin on the base, pecking anywhere she could reach. Fuck, she loves me. Trailing up his neck, she gave a teasing tug to his earlobe with her teeth, kissing the spot right after. She really-

“I love you” her voice was a whisper right against his ear, effectively knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted, eyes shut tight, forehead pressing against her shoulder. He couldn’t handle this. “Ya drive me crazy, y’know that?” Before she could answer, he picked her up and carried her to his bed. She giggled, holding on to him tight before she felt herself being placed on the bed, her back resting against the headboard. Her eyes locked on to his as he made his way closer to her. “I love ya too” he grinned, settling down with his legs straddling her thighs, making sure he doesn’t rest his full body weight on her. Being so close, it took all he had within him to not take her right then and there, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. As if reading his thoughts, she guided his hand to rest on the skin just under her shirt, sighing at his coldness on her warm skin. She brought her face close to his so that he could feel the words she would say. “Then show me,”. At that, he let go of his restraints and let himself indulge in the desire to touch her, to taste her and to let her know just how much he loved her. 

A chaste kiss quickly turned heated as he felt her hands roaming his body. The soft caress of her fingertips on the skin of his abdomen sent shivers running down his back and he couldn’t help the sound that came from his throat. He pulled away from the kiss, bringing his lips to her jaw, down her neck before separating to let her pull his shirt off. One of her hands rested on his waist, drawing circles with her thumb while the other traced the outline of his jaw. “You’re perfect, Mammon” she sighed, taking in the sight in front of her. Mammon huffed, not knowing how to respond except to go back to kissing her neck. He nibbled and bit into the spot he knew has her gasping each time and sure enough, she gasped, her hands gripping his waist trying to ground herself. He drank in all of her sharp inhales, her sighs and her whimpers as his hand traveled up her tummy, circling to her back and tugging on the clasps of her bra, getting them loose. A moan ripped through the air when his hands cupped one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. The sound egging him on even more, finally pulling her shirt and bra off, tossing them away. 

“Gorgeous” He breathed, continuing his trail from her collarbones, hands roaming her top half, not wanting an inch of skin to be left untouched. She didn’t bother covering up her sounds, knowing just how much he liked hearing them. His growing erection didn’t go unnoticed as she cursed under her breath, feeling him harden against her. Her hand slipped in between their two bodies to feel the bulge over his jeans and she bit her lip, feeling herself getting excited by the thought of him. Mammon whined, rutting against her hand begging for more friction. His lips didn’t stop their descent down her front even as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, trying to pull them down impatiently. He slipped out of them swiftly, tossing them away. Before he could do the same to hers, she had wrapped her fingers around his length, causing him to hiss. Slow strokes up and down his cock had him gritting his teeth, a hand resting on the headboard beside her head to support himself and another gripping her shoulder. “Fuck, babe” He moaned her name as her hands stroked the head of his cock deliciously. “So pretty, Mammon.” He had his lips slightly parted, pretty sounds escaping from it, eyes intoxicated and his beautiful toned body bare, just for her. It’s a view she could never get tired of. 

With a grunt, he pulled away from her touches, panting lightly, ignoring the throbbing in his member from the sudden absence of friction. “Let me make ya feel good first” he looked into her eyes, searching for even the smallest bit of discomfort but all he saw was her nodding, her lips pulled into a shy smile. "Mmh, please" she sighed as cool air made contact with the skin of her bottom half once Mammon helped her out of her pants and underwear. With a little ushering from his hand, she spread her legs, feeling both embarrassed and excited by him being able to see all of her. A hand slid down her folds and she could feel herself tighten from that touch alone. Heavy breaths escape her as he traced up and down, thoroughly soaking his fingers with her wetness. "Fuck, you're this wet already" Mammon growled, feeling himself twitch at the thought of her getting so wet because of him. Only him. He prodded at her entrance before feeling his finger almost being sucked into her heat. He curled his finger, searching for the spot she liked best. "S-shit" her head was thrown back, grunting at the feeling of his long finger inside her knowing just where to hit. Another finger was pushed in and she swore her fingers could never do what he did to her. He kept his pace slow, focusing on her reactions wanting to pleasure her more. 

Shifting his position, he brought his face near her core and she could feel his breath so close to her. He licked a stripe from her entrance up to her clit, moaning at her taste and the loud gasp that he heard coming from her. "Mammon…" she felt her walls clenching on his fingers as he continued to lick her clit over and over, her hand tightly gripped on his hair and pushing her hips up to grind against him more. His tongue drove her crazy, flicking and sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves all the while his fingers rubbing at the sensitive spots inside her. He feasted on her like it was his last meal, greedy for more of her sounds and eager to please. The fingers inside her never stopped pumping in and out, gaining speed over time. “Y-your tongue, fuck!” the hand she had on his head pushed down, a silent beg for him not to stop. He felt her walls tighten as she sang his name, cumming around his fingers. Mammon made sure to catch a glimpse of her face as she came, before slowly pulling out of her heat. He sat up and pressed his palm over her hole, still feeling her throb and easing her out of the orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Ya taste so fucking good” 

She opened her eyes as she calmed down, seeing him lick off the mess she made around his mouth. A wave of affection took over her as she pulled on his arm, guiding him closer before joining their lips together. She tasted herself on him as his tongue met hers. Mammon felt his chest being pushed gently and he pulled away. Next thing he knew, he was on his back and she was on top of him, peppering kisses down his chest. He writhed at the words of praise that were whispered against his skin. “You’re so good to me, Mammon. You know just how to make me go crazy for you” her hand was already on his dick, stroking slowly up and down. She hummed, pleased at how hard he had gotten, feeling her mouth start to water. 

A kiss to the tip of his leaking head had him groaning, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. His other hand combed through her hair, gesturing how good she was being as her lips parted around his cock, sucking and licking the head. Her tongue traced back and forth along the bottom of the head before taking more of him into her. He was big. So big her jaw opened near its limits when she took him in and out of her mouth. She stroked the length that she couldn’t fit, feeling a little irritated at not being able to take all of him. With a groan she shifted her position so that his cock was angled straight to her throat. Mammon watched her intently and his breath hitched as he realised what she was doing. He sat up so that he was resting on his ass instead of his elbow. She took him into her mouth again, all the way to the back, wiggling her head to get him deeper, to have all of him inside her. His hands clutch at the sides of her head, assisting her down to the base, his cock twitching at how eager she is to take him. The press of his cock at the back of her throat made her eyes water, but the loud moans that left Mammon made her want to keep it there. She looked up at him, mouth still filled, and he felt his pride swell at the sight of her. “Holy shit, baby. Ah... You’re taking me so well- mmmh... fuck” His voice was hoarse and he spoke between moans. She bobbed her head in shallow movements, loving the way he bucked his hips and moaned praises her way. 

She lifted her head slowly, coughing as she pulled out before looking up at him, licking her lips. “Yummy,” her voice was rough and she was breathing heavy to catch her breath. He took her face into his hands, brushing back the stray hairs stuck to her forehead. “My good girl, taking all of me like that. You’re so good to me” Feeling a gush of wetness escape her at his words, she climbed on top of his lap, rubbing herself on his cock earning her a low growl from Mammon. Their lips meet again in a passionate kiss, needy, greedy for each other. Her pussy felt so awfully empty, desperate for him. “Mammon...please, i need you” in any other situation she would have been embarrassed at the desperation in her whine, but she couldn’t bring herself to care about that right then. Mammon wanted so badly to be inside her too, he only growled in response before guiding his tip to her entrance. She slowly sinks herself onto him, back arching, mouth gaping and hands clutching his shoulders to keep balance. A drawn out moan escaped her when her hips were flush against his. He had his face buried in the crook of her neck, cursing at the tightness around him. For a moment they were still, relishing in the feeling of being connected, arms wrapped around one another, bodies pressed against each other, pure bliss. His lips scrambled to find hers, his feverish need for more only slightly satiated from the kiss.

Use your imagination for the rest ;) ⭐ ...i am so sorry but i did warn you it was gonna end abruptly

[willowbird]

hi! im a sucker for mutual pining so can i ask for roommates!au+ childhood friends + “you know i’ll do anything for you.” for pynch? 💛

You sure can lovely, you know I'll do anything for you 😉 (see what I did there?)

I also decided to make this a sick fic because I can. Hope you enjoy!

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Ronan Lynch woke up feeling like death warmed over. Now this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar sensation, but it usually followed a night of heavy drinking and too many tacos sourced from questionable food trucks. Last night Ronan had been fucking responsible, thank you. He could have gone out and gotten trashed with some not-quite-friends he knew from around town. Instead, he had specifically stayed home and not gotten shit-faced because he had important shit to do today.

See, responsible. He could do it. Fuck you, Declan.

With an enthusiastic groan of anguish, Ronan rolled over and made to push himself up into a sitting position. His hand slipped off the edge of the bed in the attempt, however, and two seconds later he was in a heap on the floor with absolutely no energy nor motivation to try again.

At least, not until he heard a light knock on the door followed by a familiar voice calling, "Ronan? You alright in there?"

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself - except his face was trapped between his arm and the floor, so it came out more like 'frushk'.

The door creaked open and Ronan managed to summon the energy to lift his arm just enough to see Adam's bare feet peak into the room. How had he never noticed how elegant Adam's ankles were? The man could be a dancer if he wanted to, Ronan was sure of it - not that he knew anything about dancing or what dancers bodies should look like. Adam was wearing his pajama pants still, which was odd because Adam was always up way before Ronan and was usually fully dressed by the time Ronan dragged his ass out of bed - which he only ever did when the time was still in single-digits if he had absolutely no other choice (or if Adam was making breakfast... so... almost every day, but then he went back to bed). It was a shame, though, because Adam's calves were elegant, too. One wouldn't think men's calves could be pretty, but Adam's were. They fit the line of his legs like calligraphy, gently curving while holding all of this strength. That was to say nothing for his thighs. Ronan would happily be crushed by Adam's thighs.

"Um..." said Adam, and Ronan realized that he'd grabbed the hem of Adam's pant leg and was lifting it up, his body attempting to listen to his (likely fever-induced) inner ramblings and desire to see more of Adam's (perfect) legs.

With no energy to explain or defend himself, Ronan grunted and just let his hand drop back to the floor. A moment later he felt the air shift around him and when he realized he'd closed his eyes he forcibly peeled them open again to see that Adam had crouched down beside him.

Ah fuck, look at that bedhead. This was unfair. Ronan should get to see Adam's cute bedhead every day. But no, Adam had to be one of those people who got up at the asscrack of fucking dawn. He had to be one of those jerks who owned a comb. Despicable.

Adam caught his hand, the wayward limb having lifted to reach for aforementioned cute bedhead against Ronan's will.

"Alright, come on now Lynch, let's get you back in bed." Adam's voice was soft and very close now, which was funny because Adam was supposed to be far away. Adam was always too far away. Except this next time when Ronan opened his eyes he realized that Adam wasn't far away at all, he was right there, with his arm around Ronan, helping him sit up.

"When'd you get buff, Parrish?" Ronan grumbled as Adam all but deadlifted him from the floor to get him back on the bed.

Adam's quiet chuckle brushed against the side of Ronan's neck like a kiss. "What, did you think me going to the gym four days a week was for show? Gotta be able to lug your ass around."

"You calling me fat?"

"Yes."

"Bitch."

This time, Adam's laugh was a bit more full but it stayed quiet, like Adam knew about the angry cotton that had taken over the inside of Ronan's skull and didn't want to antagonize it.

Ronan was horizontal the next time he opened his eyes and Adam was woefully far away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the covers, which really wasn't all that far, but look -- it was too far. His hands were eager to obey his inner ramblings apparently, because without Ronan's say-so they had lifted again, reaching for Adam.

Adam caught them easily in his own and squeezed. "I hope you didn't have any big plans today, Lynch. You've definitely got a fever."

"No I don't," Ronan protested, half-distracted by how nicely his and Adam's hands fit together. He'd almost forgotten that, how good it felt to hold Adam's hand. They used to hold hands all the time when they were kids -- because that's what kids did. He remembered always reaching for Adam's hand. Sometimes to pull him up when he fell down, sometimes to grab him to go play, sometimes just because it felt... good to do it. They've been best friends since the summer before kindergarten, them and Gansey and Noah. But it was always Adam's hand Ronan wanted to hold.

But boys don't hold other boys' hands once you reach a certain age. Which, actually, was utter and complete bullshit and Ronan was going to do something about that as soon as he was able to get vertical again. He didn't know what, but he would come up with something, dammit.

"--nan? Ronan? Hey, you still with me?"

Ronan blinked away some cobwebs and focused back up at Adam's face, which was drawn together in concern. "The fuck you talking about Parrish," he rasped out. "I didn't go anywhere."

One of those strong, elegant hands dropped his - but before Ronan could mourn the loss it reached forward to press gently to his forehead, then to his cheek. "Maybe I should take you to the doctor," Adam said through a frown.

"'m fine," Ronan growled out with attempted authority. Adam only stared at him and Ronan rolled his eyes. "It's just... just a stupid cold or something."

Adam was already shaking his head. It took all of Ronan's willpower not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but he managed.

"What're you doing?" he grumbled suspiciously as Adam produced his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Texting my boss."

The shock of confusion that lanced through him at that was sharp enough to kickstart his brain and wake him up a little bit. "What? Why?"

Adam gave him another look, and damnit if the man didn't look like a sexy, disapproving librarian - even without the glasses. "Ronan, you're sick. If that fever gets any higher you really will have to go to the doctor."

"So?" Something was not computing. Why should Ronan's stupid body being stupid sick have anything to do with Adam texting his boss? Did Adam's boss know something about fevers?

"So I'm not leaving you by yourself all day."

"You're asking your boss to hire a fucking babysitter?"

"No you ass, I'm calling off for the day."

Ronan blinked. He closed his eyes, counted to three, then opened them again - but Adam was still there. He was looking down at his phone, swiping across it as a message came in. Then he gave a nod and looked back at Ronan. "And it's done."

"Wait. What?"

Adam's expression clouded with worry again, lips pursing and brow drawing in. "Ronan, I just told you..."

"Shit. Fuck. Yeah, I got that. Wait. You're calling in?" Adam Parrish had never called off of work a day in his life. Ronan would know - since he'd been a part of it for about twenty years now. Three weeks after they'd moved in together, Adam had come down with strep throat and had still tried to go into work. His boss had ended up calling Ronan to come haul his ass out of there since Ronan was listed as his emergency contact.

"I'm going to call the doctor..."

Ronan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not a fucking amnesiac, Parrish. Why the fuck would you call off work for my sorry ass?"

Adam gave him a look, then, and it was a look that had the rest of Ronan's confused protest dying before it even reached the tip of his tongue. When Adam spoke, his voice was softer and his hands - his hands - had abandoned the phone and had returned to take both of Ronan's.

"C'mon, Ro," he said in that quiet, steady voice, "you know I'll do anything for you. Don't you?"

Ronan's throat constricted and his hands curled into fists, except Adam's hands were already tangled in them so he only ended up gripping those hands tighter. It took a moment for him to process that, his brain addled by fever and distracted by confusion.

When the words and the tone and the look in those blue of blue of blue eyes finally clicked, Ronan swallowed hard. Then he opened his mouth, maybe to say 'no I don't' or 'do you mean that the same way I do?' or 'if you fucking no-homo me on this shit Parrish I will kick your ass'. Instead, he rasped out a dazed, "What the fuck time is it?"

Adam blinked, then gave a tired grin and shook his head. "A little after five."

"...AM? Five in the fucking morning? Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame me on this one, Lynch. You're the one who threw yourself out of bed before I even had a chance to shower."

Ronan snorted, then looked up at the other man through bleary eyes, considering his options here. After a long moment of deliberation (that honestly might not have been that long, considering how wobbly his interpretation of time was this morning), Ronan laboriously shifted his body over on the bed so that he was tucked more against the wall. He then patted the newly empty space beside him. "C'mon."

Adam looked at him, then the bed, then at him. "What?"

"Should I call the doctor?" Ronan mocked, then rolled his eyes. "Come on. You don't have to work, and you're up to early. This way you can make sure I don't die in my sleep."

"Not funny, Lynch," Adam warned - but he also set his phone on the bedside table and crawled onto the bed, letting Ronan hold the covers up for him so he could sink into the warmth. Their apartment was too drafty for Adam's bird blood to put up with that sleeping on top of the covers shit. Besides, they'd had how many sleepovers growing up? Sharing a bed was nothing new to them.

The flutter in Ronan's chest when Adam met his eyes, that wasn't all that new either.

"Go back to sleep, Ro. I'm right here."

Ronan sighed, but being given that permission to say 'fuck it' to the rest of the day and just sleep off the haze of sickness clinging to the backs of his eyelids and slinking down his spine was enough to sap the rest of his energy. He closed his eyes, sleep already tugging at him. Later, he wouldn't remember whether or not the soft press of chapped lips to his forehead was real or a dream.

Fun little prompt thingies

[letgraysonsheart]

if anyone wants some WIP from after bruce fired dick, and dicks first talk with tim and then jason, then have at it <3 theres a lot of dialogue but when isnt it when im the one writing? also no grammar has been checked cause again, its wip and i hate grammar

Tim and Dick, afterwards

Dick’s supposed to be getting ready for bed. Quali is tomorrow, and he never does well if he hasn’t gotten enough hours. Still, he’s awake. Waiting for Tim to come over. His younger brother had texted him, asked if it was okay and Dick didn’t have it in his heart to say no. 

He knows what Tim wants to talk about, wants to air out. 

There’s a swift knock on the door, making Dick jump up and he doesn’t even bother to check if it actually is Tim before he opens.

“Hey,” his brother says slowly, a determined look on his face, staring straight into Dick’s eyes. Tim isn’t one to back down from the hard conversations.

“Hey,” he mimics, stepping aside to let Tim into his room.

They both settle down, him in the one chair in his room and Tim on the bed.

“I’m sorry I avoided you today. That I didn’t tell you straight away, when I knew,” Tim says, not one to beat around the bush, at least not with Dick. Honesty has always been important between them. “I just.. Bruce wanted to talk to you first himself, he said. Don’t know why I listened.” 

Dick sighs, combing a hand through his greasy hair. 

“It’s okay,” Dick replies. “I don’t blame you for listening to what Bruce told you.”

Tim nods, seemingly content, and lays down on the bed, feet dangling off of it. 

“I can’t believe he did it, though,” Tim tells the roof. 

“I can,” Dick admits, “I don’t understand how I still manage to be surprised. I should’ve seen this coming.” He feels a little bad for unloading a little onto Tim, but his little brother came to his room to talk about it so really he kind of asked for it. 

Also Dick’s had a really fucking bad day. 

“How could you?” Tim argues, sitting up again, looking with fiery eyes at Dick. It’s nice, knowing that Tim is on his side, even if a small part of him is screaming at him to intervene before Tim’s relationship with Bruce takes a hard hit too. “He didn’t inform you. Led you on. Didn’t even tell you he was speaking with Jason.” Tim almost spits out Jason’s name.

Bruce is really gonna have an interesting time next year with Tim and Jason. There’s a small angry voice inside of him yelling that it serves Bruce right. 

“I should know the game by now,” Dick argues. “I’ve been at it long enough.”

Suddenly Tim jumps out, bursting with a new anger that Dick can’t understand.

“Why do you keep defending him?” he yells, and Dick starts worrying about their neighbors. “You keep arguing that what he did is right! He was wrong,” Tim steps closer. “He did it all wrong, and you’ve just forgiven him!”

That makes Dick stand too. He steps close to Tim, keeps his voice low.

“I have not forgiven him,” he hisses, before calming his voice to more of a whisper. “But this is what Bruce does.” 

Tim deflates, his shoulder sag, and he looks so young it tears at Dick’s heart. “But he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to handle it better. He’s supposed to be our dad.” 

Dick shakes his head, draws Tim close, suddenly understanding more of Tim’s anger.

“He’s still your dad, Timmy,” he whispers into Tim’s hair. Then he pulls out of the hug, grabs Tim by the shoulders, looks him straight in the eye.

“He won’t treat you this way. I’ll make sure of it,” he promises, even if he’s unsure how he’ll ever hold it.

“But he did it to you,” Tim argues, furrowing his brows. “And you never deserved it.”

“I appreciate it Tim, but me and Bruce..,” Dick sighs, unable to find the words to describe it. “It’s just different.” 

Tim bites his lip, doens’t look happy with Dick’s explanation but thankfully he doesn’t argue either. Dick doesn’t know how he would explain it. Everything is so raw again now, so fresh, he hasn’t had time to work through it yet. 

“Maybe I should quit the team,” Tim says then, looking somewhere above Dick’s shoulder.

Dick shakes him a little, still having a grip on his shoulder.

“No Tim,” Dick states, “look at me,” he urges. Tim listens. His eyes are shining. 

“This is between me and Bruce,” Dick tells him. “Your dream shouldn’t suffer because of this mess Bruce has made of it. You deserve this seat so, so much. You are so good. You get the car, you’re kicking my ass. You’ll be kicking Jason’s old ass next year.”  

This time it’s Tim that initiates the hug. 

“It won’t be the same without you,” Tim whispers into his chest. 

Ah.

“I’ll still be your brother,” Dick promises, “that will never change.”

Tim nods, wiggles out of the hug and sits back down on the bed. They look at each other, he feels Tim’s eyes study him, looking for something Dick doesn’t know what is.

Tim has always been good at reading people, almost too good for his own good. Dick falls back down in his chair.

“You’re not taking the Lane seat, are you?” Tim asks, voice small.

Dick looks away, out the window. Unable to give Tim the straight answer he wants.

“I haven’t decided anything yet,” he answers, and knows that Tim won’t really believe it.

Tim is silent. 

“What about you and Jason?” Tim changes the subject. “I know you’ve been getting closer again.”

Dick shrugs, “that depends on Jason. I haven’t heard from him yet. I won’t go out looking, but if he wants to talk.. We’ll talk.”

He hears Tim sighs, and when he looks over his little brother is shaking his head.

“I don’t understand how you’re taking this so well,” Tim states.

Dick sighs. If only Tim knew. It’s just because he hasn’t placed all his feelings yet, everything is still just simmering uncontrollably under his skin. 

He also doesn't feel like laying it all out on Tim. He loves his little brother, but this is something bigger than he wants to put their brotherhood through. 

“We should go to bed,” Dick says, ending the conversation. “We still have lots of races left and we should be well-rested before quali tomorrow.” 

Saying that just makes him feel utterly tired.

Thankfully, Tim accepts that Dick doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. He gives Dick a quick hug, and it’s kind of awkward since Dick is sitting down, but still nice, and then he leaves with a soft “Goodnight,” that Dick reciprocates. 

Once the door closes behind Tim, Dick starts on his nightly routine. Brushing his teeth, washing his face, moisturizing, and slipping out of his clothes before getting under the covers.

With his head on the too fluffy hotel pillow, Dick figures he hasn’t felt this tired in years. Yet he suspects sleep won’t come easy at all.

Jason and Dick, afterwards

Dick didn’t intend on running into Jason. Actually, even though he admits that to exactly no one, he has been doing his damndest to not run into the Knights’ newest driver for the next season. 

But, as he paces through the hallway, and Jason at the same time emerges from Bruce’s office door, Dick knows he’s stepped in it. He tries to continue on, but he hears Jason softly call his name, and feels Jason’s hand around his elbow.

He turns just in time to catch Bruce’s eyes, inquisitive and worried, sitting in his office, before the door closes.

Before, he’d start the conversation, make a quick quip, maybe ask Jason if he’s scoping out his new office. Now, he’s silent. 

He reached out to Jason, when the boy had his comeback in F1, and Dick did all he could to mend their relationship. He even gave Jason advice on how to get out of the Cards, how to make a smooth transition to another team, when Jason first started talking about wanting to get out from under Japier and away from Ivy. 

It all came back to bite Dick in the ass.

So now, Jason can do the reaching. It’s only fair.

“Hey,” Jason says, wringing his hands, looking anywhere but at Dick.

It’s awkward. Dick basks in it, letting his brother look for the right words. 

“We were just.. You know,” Jason says. There’s another unnatural silence. Jason waits for Dick to fill the void, Dick assumes, to accept the olive branch just like that.

Well, he isn’t getting it.

“We were just talking about how to handle the media, and stuff,” Jason then says, probably when he realizes Dick isn’t willing to say anything yet. “Figuring out the easiest wa.”

“Ah,” Dick says, trying to keep his face natural. 

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” Jason states, face deadpan, and that’s more the boy Dick used to know. The temper flaring up. 

“I don’t know what you expected,” Dick answers, and wonders if Bruce is listening in on the other side of the door. If the man supposed to be their father is ready to leap in if things seem to go really south. 

Jason sighs, squeezes the bridge of his nose and breathes deeply. 

“Me neither,” his brother says then, and Dick is surprised by the calmness he is showing. “I guess.. I thought..”

“You thought what?” Dick questions, furrowing his brows at his brother. That Dick would take it with a smile? Accept being fired with grace and ride happily into the sunset? Stay around as an overbearing older brother? He doesn’t say anything out loud.

Let Jason find the right words for a change.

“I guess I just wanted to believe so badly Bruce would handle this in the right way,” Jason confesses, “that I tricked my brain into thinking you’d be fine with it.”

The right way? 

“You think there was a right way to deal with this?” Dick can’t help himself. “I’d be interested to hear what that would be. How you’d ever think I would be just fine with getting booted out of the team.”

Jason looks at him, tilts his head a little. “Like I said, I just wanted so badly to believe it. I guess I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be okay, but refused to see it.”

Dick huffs, shaking his head. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation with Jason. That he’s standing in the hallways of his team's offices, feeling like an outsider, while Jason stands there and can’t even hide how comfortable he is. 

“I’m not surprised Bruce did it this way,” Dick says, leaning his back against the wall, staring at the opposite. He can’t look at Jason right now, with what he’s about to say. “Or, I guess I was. But I shouldn’t have been. I should know better now, know that he doesn’t know how to deal with things like this as both a father and a boss.” He takes a deep breath, and knows his next words will hurt Jason.

He says them anyway.

“I just expected more of you. That’s the worst of it,” he dares himself to look at Jason, the fallen look in his little brother's face. “I thought we were past the whole fighting and unhealthy rivalry. That you would tell me, at least, as soon as you knew it was a possibility. That you would at least grant me that, even as you came for my seat.” 

Jason opens his mouth to reply, but now Dick’s poured gasoline on his own fire and he’s not done burning yet.

“I fucking helped you get out of your contract, getting both good legal and PR-people on your team. I listened to your complaints. Advised you about who you could trust in the paddock,” Dick heaves for breath in between sentences now. He tries to keep from yelling, but he’s unsure if he succeeds. “Even if you’ve been skyrocketing past me on track all season, I never once held it against you that you wanted to leave. I’ve done so much to help you, because you’re my brother and I wanted us to try and mend what was broken.”

He realizes that people are probably listening, besides Bruce. Maybe this will be all over the media tonight. They’re in the middle of a hallway, and it’s still work-time. 

Still, it’s oddly quiet. Maybe someone’s keeping the others away. 

“Dick,” Jason says, in a stupid soft caring voice, stepping closer and reaching out. Dick wrenches his arm away, steps back.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he hisses.

The door opens, the one to Bruce’s office, and Bruce steps out. Dick knew he’d be listening, waiting until he saw fit to step in.

“Boys,” Bruce says, “this isn’t the place to hash this out.”

Dick has to turn his back to them, and take three good old deep breaths, to calm down in seething anger. He feels it in every pore. It’s been a long time since he’s been this agitated. 

When he feels like he won’t hit the wall with his bare fist, he turns back and looks at Jason and Bruce. They’re standing side by side. They’ve always been the two most alike. Both their build and their colors.

The ugly angry monster inside himself curses himself for all the work he’s done to mend not only his own and Jason’s relationship, but also Bruce and Jasons. Do the two of them even know how many strings Dick has been pulling? How much damage control he’s had to do?

“I don’t want to fight anymore about this,” Dick states, having managed to put his anger away into a very little box that is about to blow up again from the slightest pressure. 

What is left is just.. Exhaustion. Shaky smoke from the smoldering fire. 

The two others are smart to keep their mouths shut. Maybe they do know him a little after all. 

“I also don’t know how we’ll move on from this,” Dick continues. “I’ll do as you decide, with the news. I’ll be professional. I’ll do my damn best out there on track, until the season is over.”

“But?” Jason asks, finally daring to speak again.

“But I need you two to give me time. And space. To figure out my feelings and thoughts and how I’ll handle this. You can’t come running to me, about other things than work, while I do that.”

“Dick, don’t you think that's a bit…,” Bruce starts, but Jason, bless his soul, recognizes that Dick can and will blow up again any second, and silences their father with a quick squeeze of his arm.  

“Okay,” Jason says.

“You guys decided to do this,” Dick reminds them, and even he wants to cringe at how dead his voice sounds. 

He looks at both of them, making sure to take his time and meet both their eyes.

“But you could’ve at least granted me the curiosity of being honest,” he states. 

He turns to leave, get the fuck out of there until work forces him back. Then he thinks about his conversation with Tim that night in the hotel and stops.

He turns fully to Bruce, letting all fake politeness fall from his face, and venom fills his voice. “If you ever pull any shit like this with Tim.. or any of the others..”

He lets the threat hang in the hair. 

Then he turns, and doesn’t grant anyone else as much as a look as he leaves the office.

honestly love my f1 au so much but dont know what to write for it next

[nonbinarygerard]

Cough so um I noticed on one of your posts you may or may not have said something about your comics and I would like to say

I am very interested O.O in your comics OWO UWU OWO (that was me blinking cough cough ignore my strangeness)

omg bestie!!!! i will tell you all about it!! sorry for the rant i never shut up

so i haven't started writing the comic yet i think i will next year (?) but it's about two lesbians, Stell and Kiki, in an underground noise rock (kinda) scene at a college. To me, it's going to be about what music, or really making art, means to people. it's not about becoming famous or wanting any of that. it's just about how being in a band can change your life. but i want it to be about more of an avant garde music scene. artists making crazy shit. breaking all the rules. going wild. its not about being good. its about pure creativity. bc i feel there is a lot of stories written about punk music and though i love it, i want to write about music and art i really love, art that's weirder and experimental. i want the art to capture that too.

i now need to actually write it and make it good lol.

before i wanted to do it as a novel but honestly writing music is so hard in prose. it always sounds so abstract and vague but in a comic, i think you can really portray the motion and atmosphere and velocity of music without actually having to write songs. i can draw the vibes and make some super cool stylish art. I've realised i love telling stories. i do it to myself all waking moments of the day, im always living in my head but when i write prose i miss drawing and when i draw i miss telling stories. idk why i never thought about really combing the two for myself but i realise oh i can just buy a sketchbook and write comics.

I just i need to get better at anatomy and perceptive and all the things that come with illustration bc ive mostly just done portrait painting or paintings zoomed in on details. i don't do a lot of simplifying, i do a lot of complexifying. now my goal in life is to write comics bc i honestly love writing dialogue and i love drawing.

my fics are really just plays in which i put description around the dialogue lol. i do like writing descriptions sometimes for like 10k words but not for 80k works for each novel i want to write. descriptions doesn't really come naturally to me.

so this is a long way of saying i want to write comics bc literally so many of my problems in my fics would just be solve if they are comics.

i really want to make a dnd campaign mcr comic if grant morrision was the DM set in the danger days world after they died but korse is bringing them back jus to put them through hell again haha. its tomb of horrors but killjoys themed. if you dont know tomb of horrors a very infamous dnd campaign known for being the most hated campaign by players and the most loved by DMs lol. it has a death pit in the first room lmaoooo. just a lich walking the corridors. its very insane. I used to DM dnd for three years so i know what im doing. also grant morrsion would make an excellent and insane DM so i need to draw grant's madness. Anyway that will might happen next year idk.

too many ideas not enough finished projects lol. im trying to get better at finishing things bc i now know im an adhd autistic and im trying to hack my brain to finish things.

bestie if you have read this far my cruise fic ship epilogue is actually a snippet of mcr having a dnd session haha. i couldn't stop myself

but in the meantime i will start drawing small comics for fun to improve and if i dont think they suck i might post them.

sorry for the very long rant honestly i just never shut up and just talk for hours

[jinnyu]

regarding romance!

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Used artwork credits

Hop

Bede

Leon

Raihan

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———☆️

Hop🍀

It started as the cliché love story about falling in love with your very own bestfriend

Which, actually turned out great??

His Zacian/Zamazenta loves you as much as it's trainer does, and is willing to protect you from anything

Probably because it observed Hop being protective over you, and proceeding to do the same

Sure it might took a toll on him when you defeated him on the championship semi-finals, but he wanted you to be happy more than anything

He's such a sweetheart even if he doesn't show it much

The type to appreciate small little things, especially when it comes from you

"Let's camp together!!"

You camped together

He got chased by a wild steelix whilst trying to gather data for his research later

His Zamazenta/Zacian was busy playing with your own legendary

*from the distance* "GAH! HELP!"

You ran after him and calmed down the wild steelix

Then you walked to him and checked if he got any wounds or scratches, which leads you to cupping his face gently with a worried look on your face

Hop's blushing

He's freaking out inside

You didn't notice the tint of blush dusting his cheeks,which gradually reddens with each second that passes

"im okay, dont worry" he tried his best reassuring you

Even though he's blushing, he proceeded to press his forehead gently against yours, closing his eyes and smiling

oh no he's cute

You're blushing

haha blushy reader

You let him do his thing, its somewhat calming

He's warmm

His hands are calloused, different from yours; you just remembered this when he placed his hand on top of yours while you were checking for his wounds from before

This just shows how much he's been working off to reach the champion title

And yet he's completely alright with you taking the spotlight

After all, you're his shining star

And he wouldn't have it in any other way

You let him borrow your champion cape

And he lets you borrow his labcoat

It fits just right with you! And it got his scent, which calms you down whenever you're feeling anxious

When you wear his labcoat, you're 1000000000% irresistible to his eyes

"Don't be so adorableee" he said as he pulled you into a hug and burying his face in your neck

You only laughed softly at his reaction. He was blushing too,,,

You often waited for him to finish his lab work, even if it's until late hours

He's a really hard worker, no wonder he stayed until late

"Im sorry for making you wait"

He looks exhausted, but tried his best to pull a bright smile, not wanting to worry you

You only gave him a warm hug, which surprised him at first before he hugs you back and proceed to walk you to your house

💓💓💓 < your heart

Comfort time

There's usually some jerks who'd tease you for being the champion, or flirt with you in an impolite way

If Hop caught on to this, he would politely ask them to leave

If they still dont understand, his legendary comes out of his pokeball and growl at them

He'd ask them one more time to stop bothering you, but this time, with a menacing smile that says "stay here any longer and you wont get to see another daylight"

Then he'd check up on you, asking if you're alright, if they did anything to you or whatnot

Hed wrap his arms around your waist and drape his labcoat over you, because he knows his labcoat always manages to calm you down

"It's okay, you're okay, everything is alright now, c'mere"

You let him hug you as you feel safe around him, and you two stayed in that position until you feel alright again

💕💕

———☆️

Bede🍰

He's not the best at showing affection but at least he tries

You help him come out with quizzes for his gym challenge

And sometimes joke about the poses he makes when practicing

Sometimes, he gets reminded that you're the champion of Galar and he's way out of your trainer level

Which actually motivates him to become the strongest gym leader there is by pushing past his limits

"I'll show you how strong fairy types can be"

He said to himself as he was thinking about you

People kept misunderstanding fairy types after all, and thats a big mistake

You appreciate his efforts in maxing out his strength, and you show it by coming to his fairy stadium whenever he battles a challenger

You texted him "good luck, I'll be cheering 4 u!❤️❤️👍" before his matches start

And you looked at his direction after sending the message

He has just gotten your message, and opened it

Which leads to him blushing furiously as he covers his face with one of his hands

He took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure, only to fail miserably when he saw you looking at his direction with pure ambition and determined eyes as you grinned happily

All that i could say is, he's red as a beet

He wont lose this match, not when you're watching him.

He puts extra effort when you're watching his match, and made sure not to slip up. It'd be embarrassing if he did.

Opal notices this and only smiled seeing her successor acting out of his place whenever you're around

Opal knows something that you dont, and that's Bede's feelings for you

After his match ended, his Hatterene walked towards your direction, pulling you into a tight hug

You were surprised, but apparently Hatterene has grown to like you ever since she first met you

And when you look at Bede's direction, he was looking away with his arms crossed infront of his chest, visibly drowning in embarassment

,,,you wondered, is Bede projecting on his Hatterene or what,

Yes, yes he is

So you asked him if he also wants a hug, which of course he answered with "Why would i want a hug from someone like you? That'd be an insult to me"

You let go of Hatterene and hugged him anyways

He flinched when you hugged him, not knowing where to put his hands and just let them stay still in a defensive pose

Hatterene watched with a smile from behind you, seeing her master in such a flustered state was truly something new for the Pokemon

Not long after, Bede finally let his arms wrap around your waist, giving in to his subconscious and just hug you

he wanted to hug you anyways so thats a win win situation

You were actually surprised when he hugged you back

He smells nice!! Like perfume?? Cologne?? Floral scent

His Hatterene decided to join in and wrapped her arm around you both, making you all hug even more tightly

Bede cant handle this well.

No, not at all.

His face was really red and its hot— in all honesty, its cute, but he was burning

"Why do you have to embarrass me like this?"

You buried your face in his neck, which startled him as he couldn't think at all

"Y-you!!"

He feels nice and soft, so you're not planning to let go any sooner, likewise with Hatterene.

Bede's mind: ASDFGHJKL????—GODDAMMI—

OKAY NOW COMFORT TIME

His true nature would come out when you're not feeling yourself or when people would makw you feel like shit

"Hey.."

His face shows concern, but it still his usual look of coldness— however, his actions are warm despite his cold features

He'd let you wear his coat as he battles anyone who dared to hurt you

"Are you alright now..?"

He cupped your face and made you look at his face, swiping off the tears that stained your face with his thumbs delicately

He hated seeing you cry, and he'll try better next time to make sure you didn't cry

———☆️

Leon🌟

He's kind at all but sometimes he's just... "???????"

Training!! Dates!!

More like battle tower dates because he really admires your strength as a champion

Occasionally, he'd visit your house and check up on you, wondering if you're free for the day for "quality time"

At first, he was surprised to see one of the legendaries answering the door for you

And he couldn't resist to ruffle it's hair

your legendary on the other hand was kind of irritated by it

So it let out a displeased howl

Which leads you to come down stairs and see who is it

"L—leon?"

He looked up and greet you with a goofy grin as your legendary returned to your side, walking with you

He treats you like a gentleman, and sometimes is very strict with your training regimen

In which you usually whine about because you're the current champion and you have no business listening to him

But he'd swoon you with lovely words

And you would easily fall for it

you hate this

You hate him

No you dont

You love him, you could never hate a goofball like him anyways

Hey did i ever mention Leon's sense of direction is shitty

You went on a date in Wyndon a couple of times and he still gets lost everytime

"Ah!! Hey—....."

"Im lost again aren't i?"

He tried to find his way back to you but got surrounded by paparazzis

Even if he's not the current champion

You saved his butt since he couldn't say no to the people and his fans

He said thank you and hugged you, lifting you up to the air before pulling you close to him

This only made you laugh softly as you hugged him back, letting your fingers comb his thick lavender like hair

His body is warm and comforting, you really like his cuddles and hugs

He came into your house one time when you didn't answer his calls or messages, only to find you drown in your anxiety and self loathing

He pulled you in his arms and let you cry on his shoulder until you're all done and alright again

He'd draw circles over your back and tell you reassuring words— tell you that you're more than enough and he's grateful to have you here, alive and well

Your Zacian/Zamazenta got out of it's pokeball and helped you in calming you down too by giving you small licks on your knee

It'd whine whenever you're sad and climb onto your bed, nudging your arm afterwards as if it's asking what's wrong

You're lucky to have them both whenever you need them the most, and they're lucky to have you

———☆️

Raihan 🐲

It's finally the Character y'all been waitin for, dragon boi coming through

Okay serious talk here— Raihan is TALL

His hoodies makes you look smaller than you already are

You tried copying his "Gaooo~" pose a couple of times while wearing his hoodie

Its cutest thing he has ever seen his entire life

It makes him melt everytime

Okay aside from that, he's gentle and laid back, even if his personality is quite the opposite when he's on battle

He's cLINGY ASF

Don't forget his fangs, never forget his fangs

You're actually curious about his fangs since the first day you saw him

And he lets you touch it whenever you like

Youre still curious, because what the hell, its so cool

The first day you saw him after defeating him in a match and gain your gym badge, he immediately took an interest in you and your strength

"Hey Challenger!"

He called you before you tried to take your leave, gaining your attention

He then asked you if you want to practice with him next time, and have a rematch when you've become the champion

You agreed and exchanged numbers

What can i say, he spams you like?????? A lot

And casually sends you pictures of him and his duraludon

You love his dragons, especially flygon

Flygon loves you too, and one time it wanted to come with you

Raihan lets you keep his Flygon and you send him pictures of you with it

He sends emotes of duraludon crying, wanting to join you and your fun trip with Flygon to grab the Champion title

After you took the Champion title, Raihan greeted you with a big hug

And you hug him back with no hesitation

"Congratulations, may i have a selfie with the new Champion?"

He asked in a teasing manner, letting you down on your feet as you nodded

You took a selfie selfwith him numerous times before he posted it to his social media

He captioned 'First person to get a selfie with the new Champion'

He took pride in that, and some of his fans were jealous that you managed to get a selfie with him

From that day onwards, he'd have casual selfies with you, sometimes hilarious one and sometimes its just for showing off

You didn't mind it really, he's a celebrity anyways, so you understand why he does that

"Hey.. do stars have feelings"

It was three am what the fuck Raihan

You squinted at your screen seeing his message

"Why in the Galar would you be awake, dear Dragon tamer?"

You answered him

And immediately he answered "oh? The Champion is awake?"

You guys didn't sleep afterwards and was sending streaks of blurry selfies

It was fun and helped you cheer up

You got some of his blurry pics that he captioned "party rock in the house" when clearly its just him and his pokemons

What a goofball pt.2

You love him anyways shut up

Haha smol reader pt.2

[bloodyodyssey]

some quick yuri doodles (ft. a flynn) i did while trying to figure out how i want to draw him ^w^ im also trying to get back into vespy bc i should have finished this game like a year ago and i didnt

some little notes:

1. Yuri has a good couple of scars around his body (flynn has way more), including one over his eye from an injury that has left his vision impaired. His sight isn’t all the way gone in his left eye but it’s still extremely blurry and the most he can make out from it is blobs of color/general shapes and light. the depth is way off but he’s learned to deal with it

2. He hasn’t cut his hair in years! besides general trims he does just keep it in twist braids which he used to let flynn do bc hes really good at it! Sometimes flynn still does it if he has the time

2.5. This is also half of the reason they’re on and off again. Yuri doesn’t want to do his own hair (do you see how much there is) and he does enjoy just sitting calmly with flynn while he does his hair. Over the course of the game though and after judith will help or estelle (though estelle is banned to only like combing/brushing/sectioning it. never let her braid) if flynn isnt available. raven is also pretty good at it but he definitely does not want to exert the energy needed to deal with yuri’s mane.