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pawsmos · 3 months ago

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100th post special!!!

this is art for my “Prince and the Knight” AU ive been working on for some time now.. here’s a meal whace nation!!

lore under cut!

KEHRHHEEB J LOVE THEM SO MUCH DUDE

vvvv

(im not that good with writing nor am i well versed in medieval honorifics and terminology or anything like that so there may be anachronisms)

(this is a separate au from any other medieval aus!! I’ve seen those and love those though)

(the rest of the drdt cast also exists in this au too btw. im considering making charles a butler or a lord or something. none of the cast are the king or queen by the way! that’s aces parents / Eden’s parents. ace also still has all his siblings)

tw for mild homophobia

- Prince Ace, a soon-to-be king, is arranged to marry Princess Eden from a nearby kingdom.

- Both Ace and Eden are upset about the marriage, as Ace is gay (he’s subconsciously aware that he isn’t attracted to women) and Eden is lesbian.

- They both feel resigned to their fate despite their discontent.

- While coping on the back balcony, Ace meets Sir Whit, the newly promoted head of the royal guard. (somehow. who knows how whit got promoted tbh)

- They talk, during which Whit makes joking advances towards Ace.

- Ace, though flustered by Whit’s passes, thinks about the consequences of both liking a man and betraying the kingdom.

(he doesn’t personally care about the latter but he does fear that his father would… idk execute him or something. he is also in denial.)

- Much to Ace’s dismay, they become close friends. However, Whit is aware of the upcoming marriage, so he tries to shut off his own feelings to save himself from feeling bad.

- A few months pass, in which Whit helps Ace overcome his own fears and come to terms with his feelings and sexuality. They start slow (like doing horseback riding together haha), but end up routinely sneaking out together.

- On one particular night, on the same balcony they met, just a day before the wedding, something happens. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Ace kisses Whit and REALLY likes it.

- He realizes that he wants this man. But, realizing that he might get caught, Ace runs away.

- Before the wedding, Ace and Eden finally meet. While preparing for the ceremony, they bond over their shared reluctance of their marriage.

- Eden confesses that she’s actually a lesbian, and there’s a lady back at her kingdom that she’s deeply in love with. (it’s arei LMFAO)

- Ace bluntly replies that he’s gay too.

- insert uhh lightbulb ding effect

- They conjure a plan to get married for convenience, and to appease their parents, but mostly so that they can pursue their own partners. They worry about the kiss though and the people who might be watching. Especially Whit and Arei.

- Skip to the wedding day, Whit suppresses his feelings (like usual) and claps while he watches someone he loves dearly get married off to another. Whit excuses himself from the wedding.

- For post-ceremonial reasons, Ace can’t apologize or even talk to Whit for another week.

i haven’t really thought about the rest but i assume that, once Ace is allowed to go out, he will be the one confessing his love to whit. whit gets “caught”, miscommunication,,,, idek they just… ARE IN LOVE. HAHA.. if you want to write any fics about this or make any art feel free! use the tag “#whace prince and knight au”

thank you!!

THANK YOU FOR READING MY CLICHE YAOI FANFIC ILY IF YOU GET THIS FAR.

THANK YOU FOR 75 FOLLOWERS TOO!!!!

id also like to say that i might start opening commissions because i need a form of making money. but umm i don’t know how to start a paypal or venmo or anything like that. LOL. digital gift cards could work i guess, uhhhh idk. dm me for info!

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voxslays · 2 months ago

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Hi! I really hope you read this but I had a specific request where y/n wants to play games on Vox’s screen like block blast or something and it takes a bit, but they convince him and likes, they’re in his office and they’re on his lap trying to get a high score like “stay still, I’m trying to get a high score!”

I hope it doesn’t sound too weird and you could decide on this but could it be mostly fluff but a bit suggestive? Thank you! Also don’t do this request if it’s too much, I really like your writing and wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself.

Have a nice day :)

A/N: Thank you for your request, Anonnie. I hope dress to impress is okay. I don’t know very much about block blast except for the fact that it’s a block game lol- I hope you have a nice day aswell! <3

DRESS TO IMPRESS

“C’mon Vox!” You begged, as you bombarded the already overwhelmed overlord with your strange request. He looked up from his mountain of paperwork, his eyes filled with irritation as he glared at you. "I am not letting you play games on my screen." He says harshly, the blue light from his screen flickering and shuddering. “Please…?” You plead, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Sighing heavily, Vox rubs his nonexistent temples (the sides of his screen) as if trying to physically push away the looming headache. "Fine. Five minutes." He relents gruffly, sliding his chair sideways to grant you access to the hulking, imposing console. “YES!” You pump your fist in the air enthusiastically. Vox watches you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity as you eagerly plug his ports in and start up your game, crawling into his lap and straddling the overlord.

Suddenly, instead of his usual facial features that are displayed on his flatscreen TV head, is the game of your choice—dress to impress. His flatscreen TV head now displays the colorful, lobby of the game. "You have four minutes left," You quickly begin dressing up your avatar, the game in progress only having two minutes left. Time passes quickly, but luckily your avatar is almost completely done. You can feel Vox shifting below you—and it startles you. For a moment, you had completely forgotten you were straddling the TV overlord! “Sit still!” He groans in annoyance below you.

He tries to sit still, his large, flatscreen body rumbling slightly as he suppresses the urge to shift and knock you off. His eyes, now the glowing cursors on the screen, stare impatiently at the timer. "One minute," he warns gruffly. The runway portion of the round begins. You give out a few stars to some of your favorite outfits, before it’s your turn. You spam pose 28 as your avatar fashionably walks down the pink and white runway.

Vox’s screen flickers slightly as you spam the poses, showing the vibrant runway show. Unexpectedly, a small spark of interest lights up his digital eyes as he watches the graceful movements of your avatar. "Thirty seconds…" He mutters, though his voice isn't as harsh as before. When the results are revealed, your avatar wins second place!

You are about to type a simple ‘Ty’ in the chat, before Vox’s screen goes completely blue. The screen goes dark, and the room falls silent. For a moment, you're left sitting there, wondering what happened. Then, the screen flickers back to life, but it's not the game anymore. Instead, its his handsome flatscreen face.

“Thanks Vox.” You say as you gracefully climb out of his lap. Once completely standing, you smooth out your clothes. He blinks slowly, his expression unreadable as he stares up at you. For a long moment, he's silent. Then, he speaks, his voice slightly softer than before. "You're welcome." He pauses, then asks curiously, "You play that often?"

“Very often.” You giggle. He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a strange glint in his digital gaze, something almost…appreciative? "I can see why." He murmurs, before adding gruffly, "Don't tell anyone I let you play on my screen." You let out a soft laugh. “I won’t, glitch-boy.” You tease, before walking out of his cold monitor room and out of sight. As you leave, he's left alone with his thoughts. He blinks slowly, his screen flickering slightly as he processes the unusual interaction. A small, rare smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Glitch-boy…" He murmurs to himself, almost fondly.

#hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #vox x reader #human vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox the tv demon #vox #vox hazbin hotel

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cellsshapedlikestars · 6 months ago

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It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.

So a few days ago I decided to start learning how to do digital drawing. Now, I don't think art is anything I have a huge passion for, so who knows if I'll pursue it, but I had a ton of fun making this.

A few disclaimers:

-i was using a reference panel from a manga as the base pose bc how do bodies work?? And I was mostly just trying to figure out how to use the art program/pen. Unfortunately, I was clicking through lots of pages/images and cannot for the life of me remember what the manga was or where I got the image. I almost didn't post this because I wouldn't be able to credit them, but I will say, it's only the pose & hair shape that I used, everything else I did on my own. You can tell by how sloppy it is :)

-dont @ me about the shaky lines and poorly drawn bricks. Idc I had FUN and that's all that matters right? RIGHT?

-the wolf shadow is free clipart lol. I tried to draw my own but ya girl is NOT there yet

-why is Sansa in a sky cell?? Who knows. Trying to hide from LF probably. She's also growing out her hair in defiance bc why not

-ooh or maybe it's an au/future fic where sansa is put in the sky cells for something. and maybe a ghost wolf comes to get her out. who knows

#presenting my first digital art #that i worked on for hours over the course of 2 days #probably couldve spent longer on it #but oh well #kinda dont want to put this in the sansa tag tbh #i dont love being perceived outside of the people that follow me #so this is for my followers #and ill also tag #jonsa #bc it is #this line is jonsa to me all day every day

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solar4seekstron · 4 months ago

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Our Date Part 1

Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Part 2

Content: 16+

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Toxic Relationship, Megatron is a dick at the beginning, Jawbreaker is so f***ing cute, reader is trying to get threw it, the terrans like reader, Decepticons are complete dicks, def making a chapter 2 of their date don’t worry it’ll get intimate too lol.

For many years, you were a decepticon who worked with Megatron. Much like Soundwave and Shockwave in a way. You worked alongside the powerful leader you had. And even before he created his cause. You still remained his Conjunx.

You were a Cybertronian Jet. You’d later transform into a truck like Optimus Prime.

Who is one of the strongest. You can stand against Megatron for a very long time but not forever. You were one of his best fighters and many feared you. Even the Autobots. Although you weren’t as cruel as the others. You were able to keep Megatron from finding out.

For many years over time you felt that he was growing distant from you and with every passing cycle. You only felt the bond slowly change. You couldn’t tell what it was. If he was just changing or he just lost feelings for you. You tried your best to not let the energy he constantly used to stop you. Try to be romantic and a good partner to him whenever you can. Mostly alone knowing he wishes to keep his appearance and status in front of the others.

But he always pushed you away unless he chooses to have you around for such things. Overtime you just felt straight up used and this only angered you. Something he could definitely feel. One day after getting tired of dealing with your anger through the spark bond. He came to you as you spoke to Breakdown. Who is currently trying to flirt with you. And you played along. Might as well since Megatron barely even speaks to you. Until Megatron walked in. You two could hear him and stopped before. You rolled your optics and Breakdown went back to work.

Once Megatron walks in he dismisses Breakdown and wishes to be alone with you. After Breakdown left, you were about to speak until he grabbed you by the arms and slammed you against the wall behind you. He has done this before but never this aggressive. His helm leaning down a bit to the side of your audio sensor. You knew he was going to scold you for something. He finally spoke.

”Why have you been draining me with this anger? Is there something you wish to tell me? Or are you just trying to waste my time?” He says with his voice darker and rough as his optics stared up at your face for an answer.

You stay quiet for a moment before speaking “Megatron….Am I….Just a Conjunx?” Your red optics looked down at him as they narrowed. He was not happy with your question. His cervo wraps around your neck tightly as the other stays as a fist. His arm down at his side as he stared down at you know. “Yes. You are just a Conjunx…your only job is to look pretty….”

He leans closer to your helm “On My Lap..” He said in a lower voice. You had to really hold back to stop your tears from running down your face as you glared at him. Your cervos on his arm now trying to get it off.

”……” He stands there for a few seconds longer until he finally lets you go. You didn’t realize how much air you needed until your body responded on it’s own. His digits grabbing your chin and making you look straight up at him as his expression still hasn’t changed.

”Nothing more. Nothing less….Now go to the meeting room. And wait for me there until I come and join the others. ..,,Understood….” His digits gently squeezed at you chin

You only glared at him then closed your optics. Only barely able to nod your head. “Yes..Lord Megatron…” He finally grinned

”Good femme.” His dermas connect with yours. This kiss is dim and almost empty. You didn’t return it even as he tried to deepen the kiss pushing you against the wall a bit more. His hands resting on your waist and gently squeezing. You just stood there. Finally having your answer after so long. When he pulled away he was of course disappointed, then walked away.

”I expect to see you on time.” He walks out. You leaned against the wall. Sliding down as you kept your bond calm so he wouldn’t know your feelings through it. You couldn’t keep doing this but what can you do?

So you stood up and tried to appear normal as you. You made your way to the meeting room and waited for Megatron as the others chatted and waited. After some time Megatron made his way and when passing you. He dragged you from your chair and sat you on his lap. On top of one of his thighs as the others said nothing. He glanced at you and you instantly felt a pain through your spark. You knew then what he wanted you to do. You looked down your cervos on your own lap as he started speaking. Then the others spoke. You arm around his neck as the other remains on your lap. You felt his cervo and arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you a little closer. You were stuck like this for a good while.

Nothing was the same after that. He used you at times like eye candy and his affections were more…… lustful than with the love and compassion he once had for you.

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After a few months you woke up in your shared berth and noticed he was gone. You comm Soundwave asking about Megatron. He told you he left for a one on one fight. You sighed and thanked him. Getting up and starting with your day. Watching as time passed by. Before you know it your bond in your spark was in pain. After some time then regret? And then nothing? You were eating with breakdown and shockwave but as you guys talked. Suddenly….the bond broke. You. Were. In. Pain. You tried to keep it together but Shockwave could tell something must’ve happened with the spark bond. He told Breakdown and the two tried to calm you down from the pain. Eventually the pain ended. Now you were really confused.

You stayed in the ship for a good while as you and the Decepticons started to speak about what could’ve happened. Not to mention your spark bond breaking from him could be a clue. But before you guys knew it Megatron returned…WITH OPTIMUS!?!?

You all stood there confused and as he walked in. He actually showed a soft expression? You haven’t seen that look on his face for a very long time.

He spoke how he changed sides and how his way was wrong all along. He said we can change our ways. But no one, even you, were having it. Before you knew it. It was a fight for the all spark. You fought Elita, Arcee and Bumblebee.

Next thing Optimus shot the bridge as the all spark got there. Causing you all to lose all spark. Some of the other decepticons were able to escape but you weren’t thanks to bumblebee. You were given to the Autobots and tried your best to escape.

Megatron even tried speaking to you as Elita and Arcee try to hold you down. But you were of course much bigger than them. After some time as Megatron spoke and said Optimus Prime opened his eyes and realized his wrongs. He gave the sign for the two femme bots to let you go. You had stopped moving.

”Y/N look. I realized I didn’t treat you well…Please Y/N let me make it up to you. Join me and the Autobots so that we can fix our mistakes..” He rested his cervo on your shoulder and waited for a response. You then glanced at Optimus Prime who stood there not sure what to do. Before you knew it you punched Megatron on the chest making him fly back.

”…YOU TRADED ME FOR A TRUCK??!”

Megatron and the other Autobots were stunned as they stared at you

”Years of being treated like trash and some sort of eye candy for you. I fought by your side and what do you do to show your thanks?! Betray us! Break OUR Bond! And now to hold us captive if we don’t join you?! You are nothing more than a traitor- A CON!!!” You yelled then let out a chuckle at the end of disbelief. Megatron stayed silent once he stood back up. Optimus and the others just watched you.

”You ain’t worth bein with Megatron…..” Elita then grabs you arm as Arcee grabs the other and takes you to the Ghost base. Putting you in your own cell as Optimus, Bumblebee, and Megatron stayed behind. Megatron was deeply hurt. And it showed. Anger…and sadness.

You were in your cell for years. And watched as more and more decepticons got captured and put in cells around you. At times over the years as well. There are times Megatron would and wouldn’t visit you. But you’d never speak to him. Optimus often did though often for you two to talk about the past. Even admitting he wanted you to join him knowing you’d be great on the team. But he understood why you made your choice.

Every now and then you would shit chat with Elita and Arcee. Even flirted with the two a bit liking their spunk and realizing you guys have a lot in common. But everytime Megatron even passes by. You just turn back to him. This of course angered him every time. But he knows he can’t do anything.

After some time the other decepticons were captured. It was pretty nice to have a breakdown with you again. He was put in the cell next to you and the litttle fucker came with an idea that made you smile. So now every time Megatron passes by you and Breakdown always start conversation and even a bit of flirting as the others play along the cells. Except Soundwave of course. After some time when bumblebee was in a cell alongside you and the others. You are behind sound waves. But you didn’t speak to him either. Though you did throw in a few sassy lips towards him to annoy him. Breakdown was very proud.

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A few days later, the battle against mandroid happened. You only helped the Decepticons fight against the enemy because Breakdown convinced you and Soundwave. But you didn’t like it one bit. You fought alongside Bee. Far enough from Megatron while he was busy somewhere else.

After the battle you and the other decepticons leave. Though you were stopped for a moment before by a little red flying bot.

”Hi! You’re Y/N? Right? Weren’t you megatrons partner in crime once? Why not again?” You stared at the small one and tried swatting her away as you continued to walk away. Little did you know her face showed determination.

After a few months you and the other cons were hiding in the mountains trying to figure out what to do. Later one night you decided to take a drive. Having scanned a big car changing your alt mode but your size not changing much. As you drove you noticed a little aircraft following you. You tried to lose it through town but it wouldn’t go away. And then before you knew it. A dinosaur fell on you! Well smaller than Grimlock. Stopping you. And next thing you know there are other bots around in their alt mode. You transformed once at the forest closer to town as you made the dinosaur fly up after lifting him mid transformation.

Once standing you caught the dinosaur able to hold him easily in your cervos as if he was a baby on his middle. He did look like a baby as you stood there. His little arms and big legs then start wiggling.

”Help! I’ve been captured!”

The little red aircraft then lands in front of you as you stare down at her. “You again?” She does a cute little bow.

”I didn’t get to introduce myself better last time. I’m Twitch. The oldest Terran”

”Ahem” The blue one makes

”-One of the oldest of the Terrans. That Dino you got there is Jawbreaker.” You looked at him still holding him. His head turning back. So he’s looking at you upside down as his tail wagged. “HIIIIII”

”hm….” Is all you said. The other Terrans who were with them introduced themselves. Thrash, hashtag, and Nightshade.

”Nice to meet you all? Where is your sire and Carrier little ones?” They tell you about their human family and how they were born from a rock. You listened as you sat on the floor. Your back against a tree as you let the tiny dinosaur down. But because your legs were pretty much open. Your pedes (feet) touching. He decided and sit there and look up at he. he honestly looked like a puppy now who stared up at you.

As Twitch continued to tell you why she and the others camas to you. You mostly just stared down at her as she sat in front of you. You petted the dinosaur. His big tail wagging as the one named nightshade rested on your shoulder in their alt form. The one named thrash and Hashtag next to Twitch as she spoke.

Appearently Megatron told them you both were Conjunx and you saw him as a traitor. Which of course you did. After a few hours though they told you more about their life and what Megatron has done. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. But listening to all these other Terran speak. You start to understand their whole situation better. And then after they all spoke. You started speaking about how you and Megatron met.

You both were miners who worked everyday to no end. When he became a gladiator and gained a new purpose. He started courting you even though you two didn’t speak much before. After realizing what he was trying to do and what he represented then.

You fell in love with the con. And so you stayed by his side. You were his most loyal companion. And although you do like how the new Megatron was. He still changed without telling you and just doing something without you. You were his Conjunx for primus sakes. But he broke the bond and all. You had every right to hate him. Not to mention everything he put you through and yet remained loyal. Until everything went downhill. But you do wish you could find some way to forgive him. It’ll just take some time. You wont lie you noticed the changes in Megatron. You honestly love it but it’s a bit hard to truly forgive him. After you told them you noticed the little ones stare up at you.

”That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!” The one named thrash said sounding like she was crying as she jumped over your legs and hugged you waist as she cried.

You gently pat her back as the dinosaur remained at his spot. The owl is still at the same spot as well. That’s until you’re caught off guard when the blue one Thrash says he got an idea.

”What if! And hear me out! We set up a date for you and Megatron!!” You just stared at him with narrow optics as he looked up at you with a large grin. He then speaks

“It’ll be a great way to get you both to catch up and maybe get along as you two talk about the past!” You and the others stay quiet for a moment. Then Twitch spoke. “Thrash, that's a terrible idea. The date should be them trying to get along and restarting with their courtship so that they can start over. Megatron clearly showed that he still loves her. And you still love him right?”

You just stared at them then looked down at Jawbreaker still in his dinosaur alt mode. His little hands were gently clawing at your upper waist as he looked upon you.

”It’ll be a great restart and the pain will finally go away!” He says innocently. You looked down at him. Thinking. His chin then rests on your chest as he gives you the biggest puppy eyes (Something he learned from the baby bear in that one episode) you finally gave in, sighing. You placed both cervos on Jawbreakers and Hashtags back as the other cheered on the idea. Except Thrash who looked sad they didn’t go with his idea. You sighed knowing the cons won't like this. And with that after the kids left to return home to tell their family their plan. You head back to the other cons and tell them what happened.

They were honest in having no faith in Megatron returning even if you do try. Although the Autobots aren’t trying to destroy them, they know this. They don’t really want to try for the cause now and just care about turning home. You honestly don’t care for the cause now and just want a restart. The cons understood and Soundwave was the one to walk up to you to set a cervo on your shoulder. Wishing you good luck But if it ever comes to when he and the others must fight you. they won't hold back.

You understood and thanked him. Saying your goodbyes to the cons as they waved you goodbye. You made your way into town once more and drove around for a while. Until you bumped into Optimus. He was hiding alongside other trucks that didn't transform. Him saying he likes to park here from time to time because he enjoyed the music they play in the bar the truckers go to. You noticed one of the trucks was different and scanned it. You then told Optimus it be a fun way to torture him if he and you were to get back together. Optimus loved this idea and laughed. You then tell him about the Terrans plan as you both stay parked. And talked about the old days in wartime. Mostly the good times and funny stories from both sides of the Decepticons and Autobots.

After some time Optimus gave you the Terrans address. Knowing you would be a threat. So you took it and headed to their home.

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As you made your way you noticed they lived in a barn. And they seem to be having a little party in the barn house? As you drove in front of it the door was opened. So everyone saw you in the middle of their game. You’d then stay there until they walk up to you. The mother speaking to you.

”Umm….Can we help you?” She stood a pretty good distance from you as the father stayed with the human kids. You’d then transform now kneeling before them as you hands land on the ground so then your lower. Your helm closer to her. “Dot I presume?”

The humans and Terrans recognized you. And Bumblebee of course. You and the human parents spoke for a moment. Already aware of the kids' plan.You let them know you were alright with the idea and later on stayed the night after watching them play their family game night.

-Back at the base with Megatron and Optimus-

Optimus mentions something about a date.

”whos date?”

”Yours.”

”……”

”With Y/N.”

”……?”

“The thing the kids came up with. Better dress sharp for your ex Megatron!” He chuckled as he left to bed.

”……………..….!” Megatron panicked

Hope y’all liked this one. It was fun to write this! Part 2 should be out some time tomorrow!

#transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe megatron #x reader #megatronus x reader #megatron #earthspark x reader

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monayen · 3 months ago

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I’d love to ask for some handwriting headcanons but with a good chunk of the ranfren cast it’d be more like literacy headcanons… would love to hear your thoughts :)

this is incredibly autistic of me to spend 40 minutes trying to perfect how they would sign their names. still isn’t exact but i tried !! Ratmen aren’t included because they are illiterate (lol)

Incredibly neat cursive

Uses an expensive fountain pen, since he thinks it’s the most elegant. Doesn’t let anybody get near it

Writes from time to time, but mostly reads. Even has a small library somewhere in the house

I do think he’d love to write an autobiography at some point

Small, semi cursive writing

Writes slowly and uses as little words as he needs to. I also headcannon that he’s left-handed

Does enjoy literature, mostly Russian. Physical books are alright, but prefers digital versions on the computer

Better at writing in his native language, though he hasn’t needed to in a while

Writes quick and skinny, like cat scratches

Somehow manages to always use pens that are running out of ink

Only reads romance mangas. He tried to secretly draw and write his own, but Nyon saw the drafts once so he quickly tore it all up and discarded the evidence in embarrassment

Hasn't tried again since :-(

Probably the most natural, a bit messy but still understandable

This guy definitely needs a diary — it’d probably be filled with complaints and cries for help but it might help him desperately relax a little

Didn’t used to like reading, but he’d probably be so happy now to have a good book to occupy his mind

Does not put effort in grammar, writing in-between lines, or even making it eligible

Writes HUGE, could easily fill up a page with just a couple of sentences

Almost always includes a drawing with his writing

Does not care to read anything that isn’t related to his interests

Also writes quite large, mostly round and bold letters

Learned how to write on his own, so it’s a mix of print and cursive that he thinks looks good

Can read, but the books in the dreamrealm are barely understandable to anyone that isn’t him. Just an amalgamation of random stories and thought up characters

Though he has a couple of “classics” he hopes to show Randal one day

#ranfren #randal’s friends #ranfren x reader #luther ranfren #nyen ranfren #nyon ranfren #randal ivory #sebastian ranfren #satoru tsukada ranfren

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slut4thebroken · 1 year ago

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Tommy’s Pet

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Pairing | Thomas Shelby x reader

Summary | Tommy teaches his pet a new trick.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, smut, pet play?, humiliation, praise, deep throating, dehumanization, throatpie lol, oral fixation?, dub con but not really, slapping, a lil degradation

Words | 3.4 k

Notes | You have @pinguwrites c.ai bot to thank for this skdhdk. Also I’m considering doing more one shots with these two so send me some ideas :)

Ao3 link | <3

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It’s no secret that you’re Tommy’s pet. If the rumors weren’t enough, you always at his side, collared and mostly kneeling, would’ve made it obvious. He liked taking you out, taking you on walks. If you’re good he’ll let you off the leash, but if not then you stay firmly by his side, being dragged by your neck if you couldn’t keep up.

He knew that everywhere he took you, men wanted to stare. They wanted to eye fuck you and use their imaginations to get rid of what little clothing he allowed you to wear. But most of them didn’t. Because everyone knows that you're his property— and he’s very protective of his property.

The one man who dared to lay a hand on you while you were off your leash, being allowed to roam the Garrison while Tommy was talking, met a fate worse than the traitors did. That was the one and only time someone tried to touch his property.

You were sitting at his feet, almost under the table, with your head on his thighs as he ran his fingers through your hair and scratched your head. You weren’t listening to what he was saying, you just knew that it was important and you had to stay quiet at all costs. So you hugged his leg and nuzzled your face into his thigh with a pleased sigh.

You love when he’s gentle with you. When he treats you like his puppy rather than his bitch. It fills your stomach with butterflies everytime.

His hand moved down to gently caress your cheek, then he was placing his thumb over your lips, offering you something to take your mind off of how long you had to wait here. You took it in your mouth eagerly and sucked, letting your eyes flutter closed as you smiled around the digit. You probably could’ve fallen asleep if he left you here long enough. But just as you started dozing off, he was taking his hand back, making you frown. You realized that there weren’t any voices anymore and you couldn’t see any shoes under the table.

“Aren’t you such a good pet… staying nice and quiet for me.” He cooed and you were too dumb and spaced out to realize he was mocking you. Nodding eagerly, you gave him a smile in response to the praise as you sat up straighter. “Go lay down in my office. I’ll be there shortly.” He ordered softly.

“Yes, sir.” You crawled there, keeping your head down to avoid any passing eyes. If you got embarrassed, you’d slip up, then you’d be punished. You made it in his office and laid down on your cushion that was on the floor next to his desk. You weren’t sure how much time passed before he finally joined you, but you immediately sat up, eagerly waiting for his next command. He closed and locked the door, then walked over to pour himself a drink before sitting behind his desk with a heavy sigh.

“Are you okay, sir?” He seemed stressed… The thought made you frown.

“Just been a long day s’all.” He took a sip of his drink, then finally turned toward you. “You did a good job during my meeting.” He added, changing the subject.

“Thank you, sir.”

“I want to teach you something for next time.” He took another drink and you waited in anticipation. “At my feet.” He ordered, moving the chair back to give you enough room to kneel in front of him. “So obedient.” He murmured, almost to himself. “So small… So delicate.” His eyes darkened and you tried not to squirm under his gaze. “Sometimes I worry I’ll break you.” He uttered softly.

“I can take it, sir.” You assured him, making him scoff a laugh.

“s’that so?” He asked with amusement. You nodded in response. “Shall we test that?” He stood up and your eyes followed him curiously as he leaned on the edge of the desk, now behind you. “Face me.” You scrambled to turn around and sat on your knees eagerly.

“I’m gonna teach you a new trick, love.” He set his glass on the desk and started unbuckling his belt. Your mouth was already salivating at just the sound of it clinking. He kept it in the belt loops, then started unbuttoning his pants, opening them just enough to slip his cock out. He only stroked it twice before pausing. “This might be easier while I’m still half soft.” He realized.

“In your mouth.” You shuffled forward and wrapped your lips around him, starting to bob up and down until he stopped you. “No. All the way down and stay there.” You obeyed, wondering where this was going. He placed a hand on the back of your head and pushed you into him even more, squishing your nose against his pelvis. Once he was satisfied, he grabbed his belt and brought it behind your head, then started buckling it again. You stared up at him in confusion— how were you supposed to suck him off like this? He only looked at you after he finished securing it, then picked up his drink.

“We’re training your throat today, pup. You’re going to stay there until I finish my drink.” He explained and your eyes widened. You’ve never stayed down that long before.

Already you could feel his cock getting harder- bigger. You breathed steadily through your nose, trying to stay relaxed. He took a sip of his drink and stared down at you lazily. He still had almost half of the glass left and you had no idea how you were supposed to stay here until he finished.

“Do you know why I’m training you to do this?” You could only let out a muffled sound in response. “I want to get you used to keeping my cock in your throat without choking and makin’ too much noise.” He gruffed, taking another small sip. “Once you can do that, that’s how you’ll stay during my meetings.” Those meetings are endless! How are you supposed to stay down the whole time? You wanted to ask that, but you could barely even whine.

You felt the constant pressure on the back of your mouth now and you knew that he was close to being fully hard— close to going down your throat. You choked and your body convulsed, but you managed to calm down again, breathing heavily through your nose with tears in your eyes. He took another small sip, eyeing you with a lazy smirk as you started struggling. When he started petting your head, you looked up at him with a whimper.

“Thought you said you could take it?” He murmured, challenging you to keep trying. So you took a deep breath and tried your best to relax. As soon as you did though, his cock was pushing past your throat barrier, making you gag as you whimpered and brought your hands up to his thighs, earning you a hard slap to the cheek. “Down.” He scolded, making you lower them with a blush. He drank a little more and it finally was a little less than half full. When you choked again and started squirming, trying to get away, he slapped you again.

“Stay.” He ordered, making you whine. You stopped squirming and did your best to control your gag reflex. “So good at following commands, aren’t you, bitch?” You sobbed around him at the name. Anytime he orders you around like a dog, calls you bitch, pup, or puppy, you just get so fucking needy and so fucking wet.

He took another slow sip and let out a pleased sigh at your obedience. When his eyes suddenly turned darker and almost sinister, you quickly grew nervous. He plugged your nose and your eyes widened as your struggling picked up again. He let you panic and writhe like that until your lungs were starting to burn and your head was starting to feel heavy, but he let go. You took in a sharp breath through your nose, then let out a strangled sob around him.

“I know…” He cooed with mock sympathy. “Doing such a good job, keeping me so deep.” He started petting your head again and you beamed at the praise. “I think you can go deeper though.” Before you even had a chance to think about what that might’ve meant, he was hitting the back of your head a few times, making you choke again. “Good pup.” He groaned, ruffling your hair. “Maybe you were right. Maybe you can handle it.” You were worried that meant he was going to do something to make this harder, but he just raised the glass to his lips again, taking a larger gulp this time. Barely any left— maybe two more sips. You can last that long.

“You do make such a good sleeve for my cock.” His praise always makes you blush. “Maybe that’s what you should go by; Tommy’s personal pet and cocksleeve.” He took another small sip and you would’ve cried in relief if you were able to. “I think like that actually.” He raised the glass again and you whimpered as you stared up at him with pleading eyes. Just before it reached his lips, he paused, not drinking yet. “What about you, pet? Do you like that?” You did your best to nod, say yes, anything to satisfy him.

With a pleased smirk, he finally threw his head back and downed the rest of the drink before placing the glass on the desk and looking down at you, finding you waiting eagerly for him to unbuckle the belt.

“I think I’ll have a smoke too.” He reached in his pocket and you let out a garbled moan, realizing that he was far from done with you. Once it was lit, he lifted it to his mouth and took a long drag, then blew the smoke down onto you. “After this, then you can be done.” He said teasingly. You tried to whine around him, but it just made you gag again, so you focused on staying completely still and quiet, and breathing slowly through your nose, even though it felt like your airway was partially blocked.

“This was supposed to be a challenge, pup. But look at you… taking it so easily.” He took another drag of the cigarette and you had to force down the cough that the smoke was bringing up. “Who’s pet are you?” He stared down at you with a glint in his eyes, waiting for you to answer. You tried to speak, but you could barely get out one syllable before gagging again. “What was that? Use my full name, love.”

You whimpered and tried to say “Thomas Shelby’s” but you started choking again. Everytime you sputtered, more saliva that had built up in your mouth was being forced out of you, some of it trailing down his balls or your neck, and some of it getting on his pants— you knew you were going to be punished for that later.

“Come on pet, it’s not that hard. Say my fuckin’ name.” You looked up at him with a strangled whimper, silently begging him to not make you try again. When you didn’t speak, he raised his brows and took another drag of the cigarette, giving you one last chance. “If you can’t follow orders, I’ll put this out on your pretty face, and then light a new one.” He said, gesturing with the cigarette.

So with a shaky exhale through your nose, you tried to suppress your gag reflex enough for you to talk again. You barely managed to mumble out an incoherent ‘Thomas’ before you gagged again, the hardest you had so far. You instinctively brought your hands up to his thighs as your body convulsed. It wouldn’t stop. You kept gagging, kept choking— you were practically dry heaving at this point— but he was barely half finished with the cigarette.

“Settle down, love.” You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut with furrowed brows, making him chuckle. “I know…” He cooed. “I know, puppy.. But you’re doing such a good job, you can’t stop now. You’re almost done.” As if to emphasize his point, he brought the cigarette up to his lips again.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks now and you squeezed his thighs tightly to keep yourself from hitting him away or trying to push him back. You were starting to panic even more now though. With the intrusion in your throat and the shallow breaths as you cried, it felt like you couldn’t breath, which only made you need to hyperventilate, making the feeling worse.

“Look at me.” He said softly. You whimpered and forced yourself to look up at him with teary eyes, taking in his blurry figure. He was petting your head again, trying to soothe you. “Just try to breathe. You’re doing so good, I know you can take it for just a little bit longer, eh?” You whimpered and averted your gaze, not really agreeing with him, but unable to say that. “Cause you’re my good girl. You’re my pet. And Tommy Shelby’s pet is as strong as he is… that’s why he chose her.” Your whole face flushed down to your chest at his words— you’re used to some praise, but never to this extent.

When you let out a shaky breath and brought your hands back down to your sides, he gave you a proud smile. You felt like you were on the verge of gagging again any second now, so you tried not to move, not to breathe, anything to keep it from happening.

“Should I give my good girl a treat?” He had the smirk on his face that usually meant trouble and you got a little nervous. “Yeah… I think she deserves something for doin’ such a good job.” You watched as he took a long drag of the cigarette, then your hips flinched when you felt pressure on your core. His leg was extended between yours, the top of his ankle resting right on your clit.

“Go ahead, pup. Hump my leg.” You tried not to whine at the degrading words, not wanting to gag again. Even though doing this would make you release sounds that would probably make you choke, you knew that he wasn’t asking, he was ordering. So you started slowly rocking your hips, letting out a sigh through your nose as your eyes fluttered shut. Truthfully, everything about this situation had your clit throbbing and you were just glad you could finally get some relief. When you started grinding faster, you choked a little, but quickly swallowed it down. It just felt so good. And the last time you were allowed an orgasm was a few days ago because of how busy he’s been, so you were chasing it eagerly.

“Just a little humping and my good pup turns into a bitch in heat.” He sighed, almost disappointed. “At least I trained you early. I’m sure if you didn’t have any rules for a day, you’d try to hump everything in sight.” You whined, but it cut off into a gag and you had to bring your focus back to actively controlling it.

More smoke was blown in your face and you forced yourself not to whine again. When you looked up, you almost sighed in relief when you saw how close he was to the filter. You met his gaze, he was a little blurry through your tears, but you could see the pleased look on his face. It was faint, but it was definitely there. Wrapping your arms around his leg, you started grinding a little faster chasing your own pleasure.

“Can you do one last thing for me, pet?” You did your best to nod, but your head barely moved. It probably didn’t matter though, he’d expect you to say yes no matter what. “I know I said after a smoke, but can you wait until I finish?” He knew exactly what he was doing using that tone. There wasn’t even a possibility of you saying anything other than yes when he spoke to you like that. To respond, you just squeezed his leg and he gave you a proud grin.

He was almost at the filter now and with one, long drag, he finally finished it, stubbing it out on the ashtray and putting both of his hands on the edge of the desk next to his hips.

“I‘m close, but I need a little more to get there, love.” That was the only warning you got before he started grinding against your face, making you choke when he cock pushed impossibly deeper. “If you want to speed this up, you know what to do.” He said through a breath. You brought your hand up to cup his balls, playing with them gently to add more stimulation.

You were basically dry heaving again. Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you sputtered, your body convulsing as you tried to free yourself. You could feel bile rising in your throat now and you prayed he would be done very soon so you didn’t almost throw up on him.

“You want me to finish quickly, eh?” You tried to nod again. “And you’re willing to let me do whatever I need to make that happen?” That made you falter… What would he need to do? He didn’t even let you try to answer this time. “Good girl.”

He plugged your nose and your eyes widened as you looked up at him with fear, making him groan. His other hand settled on the back of your head and he started pushing you down, going faster and faster. He wasn’t really pushing you down, but the movement was enough to make you choke anyway. Your lungs burned and the gagging intensified. When you brought your hand up to his thighs to push yourself away, he let go of your nose and slapped your cheek, hard.

“You know where your hands need to be.” He warned, giving you a chance to put them back… and you did. He plugged your nose again and you had to dig your nails into his leg to keep from moving your hand again. Your other hand on his balls wasn’t helping much because of how hard you were focusing on not throwing up. Garbled whimpers escaped you as you tried pulling your head back, but even without his hand pushing you down, the belt would’ve stopped you.

“You can breathe when I fuckin’ come.” He gruffed. God- you hoped that’d be soon. Spit was rolling down your neck to your chest, probably making a mess over the pretty clothes he bought for you. You started to feel lightheaded and your eyes were fluttering, trying to stay open. He moved both hands to the back of your head, letting you breathe again finally, but your relief was cut short.

He let out a choked groan and both of his hands flattened on your head as he bucked his hips. With how deep he was, you couldn’t even really swallow his come, it was just being forced down. You tried to focus on his quiet moans and the way his cock was twitching inside your throat, but nothing could take your mind off of the constant gagging.

His sounds died down and his hands loosened, letting you up just a tiny bit. You squeezed his thigh to get his attention, as if your loud choking wasn’t enough, and his eyes opened as he tilted his head down at you, his chest heaving.

“Yes?” He asked innocently, making you let out a garbled sob around him. “If there’s something you want, you know you need to use your words.” He watched you struggle for another moment until his breathing settled into a normal speed, then reached for the belt. As soon as it was released, you shot back and started coughing, bracing yourself with your hands on the floor, watching a glob of your saliva slowly fall from your lips to the ground. When you were finally panting less and didn’t feel bile in your throat, you looked up at him, your chest still heaving slightly.

“You did good, pet. I’m proud of you.” He ran his fingers through your hair and you sighed as you leaned into his touch. “I have no doubt that with a little more training, you’ll be able to take it without making a sound.”

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molinaskies · 4 months ago

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Lanolin: Designed to be Dislikable.

Hi friends. I’ve had a number of people in my digital face over the last few months trying to “show me the light of Lanolin,” but I’ve kept these interactions private because there’s no need to put them on blast. Of course, they're mostly respectful and I’m often reminded that I have a right to my opinion, but there is always an undercurrent that I might have just missed this one small tidbit that could blow the case wide open because how could I possibly not like her? How could I not understand her character and be empathetic to her plight?

But I’ve watched the videos. I’ve read the think pieces. I’ve seen it all. But my opinion hasn’t changed and that does not mean I’m wrong… nor does it mean I’m right! We have two different opinions that should be allowed to co-exist.

I’m being a touch cross here, I recognize. Please forgive me for that, this once. But frankly, I am frustrated—not because people like Lanolin, but because many seem incredulous to the fact that I dislike her. And I can only assume that means I simply have not made myself clear.

Consider this my final take on Lanolin the Sheep until there is some significant development for this character.

I am allowed to dislike Lanolin because she is a fictional character whom I’ve done the research on and have come to that conclusion. Done. That’s all she wrote. Go home.

That aside entirely for the sake of argument, I am allowed to dislike Lanolin because she is supposed to be unlikeable as per her role in this story. I dislike Lanolin because I dislike assholes, but I also like Lanolin because she is doing her job very fucking well! lol

Lanolin is not supposed to be in the right. She is a character who is making major mistakes due to her lack of experience combined with her arrogant dismissal of others, and she will eventually be punished by Mimic’s betrayal to teach the audience some sort of lesson. If half of this comic’s runtime has been about punishing Sonic—the titular character—for his mistakes, then Lanolin can get punished once. I would bet real world money that this will happen.

So many characters are sus of Duo by now and have tried to do something about it but Lanolin gets in the way because she can’t listen to reason. The only reason Silver and Whisper “go rogue” is because Lanolin wouldn’t listen to reason—and her response was still disproportionate because when Whisper tried again to explain herself, Lanolin made her hit the deck.

Lanolin is Sonic with some pieces missing. We know this because Lanolin directly cites Sonic as her inspiration for getting involved in the restoration. However, Lanolin looks at Sonic, sees his behaviour, and emulates it without any understanding or regard for how he has earned the right to do what he does. Sonic is insolent, not arrogant, because he only denies authority when it isn’t earned. Sonic is defiant, not self-righteous, because he believes there are multiple ways to solve a problem. Sonic is empathetic, not sympathetic, because he takes the time to learn and experience what it means to live on the other side. Lanolin has modelled herself off of Sonic because Sonic is a hero, but she’s missed the bigger picture of what that actually means.

Lanolin is cold, unkind, and unwilling to be wrong because she thinks she knows everything she needs to be in this game. That is inherently unlikable to some people and therefore justified.

But there’s more to this, isn’t there?

A huge defence of Lanolin as a character is that “she has baggage that makes her rough around the edges,” and you know what? Fair! You would not believe how empathetic I am to that, trust me. Imma get into it. But the reality of the case is that Lanolin is her own keeper, and if Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Rouge, the Chaotix, Tangle, Whisper, Silver, Blaze, Jewel, Belle, and many others can carry their baggage around and still treat others with respect and without verbal and physical abuse, then there’s no excuse. Yes, it takes time to get there, and the whole point of Lanolin as a character is that she hasn��t learned the “everyone is useful just the way they are” and “a leader is nothing without her team” lessons, yet.

But allowing Lanolin to lash out at the world only to let her hide behind her trauma is a deeply reductive portrayal of trauma survivors that I find aggressively problematic. Further, it is a failure to Lanolin as a character because, again, that is not the fucking point of her.

This is the one time I will ever ask anyone here to just “take my word” for something. I’m not comfortable airing out too much of my personal issues on the internet. But below is what I can share.

I come from a very, very broken home that instilled a lot of unproductive defence mechanisms within me. In short, I used to be very mean because I was neglected, and acting out against my peers and showing off my skills gave me attention.

The big ticket, though, is I thought I was good. I thought I was Great. Awesome. Outstanding. AMAZING. I was a natural-born leader with a drive for justice who was good at a couple things. I thought I was doing everything right because teachers liked me and I was getting opportunities. What I never saw—never could have possibly seen until it was spit right in my face—was how I was treating everyone around me as beneath me because I thought I had it in the bag.

It wasn’t until I learned about a very public smear campaign against me that I got a wake up call. When I saw what people were saying, it shattered my entire paradigm not because of just how heinous it was, but because of how much of it was true—and that broke my heart. All I have ever wanted to do was help people. Fight for people. Protect people. Elevate people. Support people. For me to learn I was doing the exact opposite of what I set out to do absolutely destroyed me.

After that, I immediately switched up my game. I pulled out all the stops and really focused on being kinder, empathetic, and encouraging. I started to become more self-aware and mindful of how my emotions and behaviour impacted others, but it still took years to even start to comprehend that I was traumatized, let alone the ways my trauma impacted my relationships and behaviour.

I used to be Lanolin. I was a mean girl getting progressively meaner from ages 11-17, and I am still in active recovery. I still make mistakes. I still fall from grace occasionally, but I am working on it. I’m almost 24 now.

Remember when this used to be about a cartoon sheep? Back on track LOL.

I promise you that while Lanolin has some moments of clarity, she is not largely aware of what she’s doing. She’s not evil. She is not unworthy of love. She just needs time for the story to let her learn.

I am not saying Lanolin does not deserve a redemption. What I am saying is that down her current path and with her current behaviour, she has not yet earned one. And here’s the thing: even though what I’m about to say probably will not happen because this is a kids comic directed at 12 year olds, just because Lanolin might eventually get her punishment, see the light, and apologize for her wrongs while acting on solutions, no one she hurt owes her forgiveness. Whisper can still tell her to fuck off. Silver can send her to outer space, Sonic 06-style. Tangle can yeet her back to kingdom-wherever the fuck she-come from (hush, I know it’s Riverside).

Why? Because the reality is that even if you are a changed person and have learned and grown from your past discretions, you still hurt people. Even if they do forgive you, they may never trust, and they will never forget. That is the reality I and many others like me live in daily, and to be frank: I think it’s entirely fair. I made mistakes, and I gotta pay the consequences. I deserve grace and patience, but that can only go so far. The people around me are human the exact same way I am.

I personally believe that I have never misunderstood Lanolin as a character. She’s snarky and inexperienced and abrasive entirely by design. She is meant to showcase the “wrong” ways to be a hero and will be corrected. But just because she is a rough-and-tumble person who had a bad day at work does not mean she can come home and treat the world as her personal shitter. No one has that right.

And if you disagree with me, good! Welcome to MolinaSkies.

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djevelbl · 3 months ago

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I feel like explaining how Branzy's mannerisms look like in my head is SO. HARD bc he feels like SUCH a peculiar and specific type of person, that even if I TRIED there wouldn't be a fully correct way to string words together to paint the picture. But fuck it we ball — lemme try anyway

(ofc, I'm here talking about his character and personality as he portrays himself in his videos; the same goes for any other youtuber I namedrop as I'm yapping. I don't feel like I have to clarify this, but still. covering my own ass out here, media literacy, yadda yadda, you get it)

In the LifeSteal videos I've watched where he participates/is the main focus of (the Heart Factory + Amusement Park saga mostly, so not a lot lol) he has this... This showmanship, this stage presence, like he's standing alone on the stage floor, the spotlight's on him and the little earpiece hung on him has told him "it's showtime." It's like he's the opening number for the Broadway Musical you came to watch, like he's the circus master of the show; he's all you can focus on once he starts talking, really: he's hilarious and charismatic, disarming with that devilish charm of his, that has endeared him to the deadliest player of the server — even if you never see his face, you can hear his smile every time he talks.

For having been on a Minecraft server that prides itself in death, destruction and preying on players' insecurities before shaking hands on a good season played, Branzy wears his emotions very plainly in how he speaks: he doesn't hide his fear, or his amazement, his excitement, his bloodlust. It's how he is, of course — hiding who you are is hard, but Branzy also plays this all up in his favor: faking his reactions when necessary, blatantly able to disregard his current emotional state to match the attitude of those around him (main example being him matching Clown's attitude even through his own fear of the guy), being able to lie through his teeth about pretty important things (like the state of Carnival Mode to Squiddo at the end of season 5), and others.

His poker face is a smile — all crow's feet and charming show of teeth, something happy and elated as he shows his newest killing contraption and explains it out to his soon-to-be victims. And they fall for it hook, line, sinker. A practiced dance everyone follows Branzy's lead in, subconsciously or otherwise. Because how deadly can it be if it's Branzy who made it?

Not just that, but he's very energetic and has a brand of attitude and sass that kinda reminds me of JT Music in The Details in the Devil (stay with me. I SWEAR this makes sense) — it's the over-the-top singing, the way he goes from a higher pitch to a lower one, the way JT Music's voice rasps around the edges; it all has the same vibe and attitude to me as Branzy's showman persona: all glamour for the camera, a big smile to attract new clientele, charm that oozes out of every pore and you don't even notice that it's a deal with the devil you're making. Until he's gone and you're left to pick up the pieces — even then, sometimes you just don't. notice.

A maybe (hopefully) easier to picture example

To me, in a sense, Branzy feels like the in-between missing link of AM from I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream and Caine from The Amazing Digital Circus: all the bloodlust, anger, and sadistic tendencies from AM, and all the genuine, kind, goofy showmaster personality of Caine — a weird combo, for sure, but Caine is already based off of AM so like, thought it was as appropriate of a comparison I could make; especially bc Caine is a ringmaster, and Branzy does give ringmaster vibes to me so idk

Ofc, this is him at his peak, in his element, where he controls the playing chips — he's playing 4D chess and everyone's using checkers pieces. This is him gathering and casually using the power and influence he lords over the server — I mean, have you seen how ppl react to his mere appearance?? People love him, that's where he thrives: where people have an attachment to Branzy, Branzy has power; people kept coming back to the rollercoaster bc it was fun and a challenge and bc it was Branzy who made it — throw the credit onto Clown, ManePear, FlameFrags, any other pvp-skilled player, and watch as people run the other way. Branzy is the perfect combo of charismatic, charming, boyfailure-coded, somehow still competent, and fun to amass server-wide cred that wouldn't be broken no matter how many lives he claims via his machinery.

Clown is dangerous, sure — he's good at pvp and intimidating, he can do his fair share of manipulation when needed, but he's ultimately relatively easy to avoid: he follows a set of rules and while he doesn't vocalize them, if you observe him enough you'll eventually learn them. You'll eventually understand what the triggers are, which convo topics are best to avoid and how to best gain favor with him.

Branzy, though? He's very much a loose canon — beyond keeping his good relationship with Clown for protection (and bc he cares, let's be honest here) and whatever he deems fun today, I doubt he cares about much else; these two things are THE. MOST important to him, and there's little you can personally do to control either, if anything at all.

Branzy is SO interesting to me bc he's outwardly all smiles, happy-go-lucky in a sense and a coward — everyone knows this, it ain't no secret, and if it ever was meant to be we've left that station SEVERAL seasons ago. Yet inside there's a raging beast that begs to be released — the only reason we don't see it too often is LITERALLY bc Branzy is HORRIBLE at pvp; we STILL see it though: in how he encourages people to keep trying his deadly park rides, how he dangles prizes in front of their faces so sweetly and so casually so they keep coming back. In how he doesn't hesitate to betray his team so he can gain favor with Clown, a character he believes will be a bigger protection than his team was beforehand. In how he didn't even bat an eye as he bold-face lied to Squiddo about Carnival Mode being broken when it was most beneficial for Clown for it to "be broken". In how he casually makes a bragging joke about having easily killed two of the strongest players without lifting a finger to battle, because they wanted to play his carnival games.

Branzy has two loyalties: first to Clown and second to himself. Everyone else be damned

So coming back to the mannerisms thing — in my head he's extra extra: I'm talking "dangled upside down from a tree branch to scare someone as he introduced them all to the Chicken Launchers" type of extra, I'm talking "he did a handstand on the rollercoaster cart (with his elytra on, he isn't stupid I swear) as it jumped over the tiny lava pit to introduce people to the attraction" type of extra, I'm talking "he designed a mechanical crossbow he could wear on his arm so he could shoot the door locking mechanism trigger at the bigtop tent the most dramatic way possible" type of extra. He's a theater kid at heart, I just know it — he's dramatic and extra and so fun, so of course he'd have fun with it all! He's an adrenaline junkie (honestly? Why else is he still a sucker for Clown?? Adrenaline junkie + that's his work bf) and he will do a dramatic full split in front of Fleshy's to introduce people to the food stand and you cannot change my mind

So. Yea! In my head Branzy's mannerisms are a combo of showman enthusiasm, theater kid dramatics, acrobatics fueled by his adrenaline junkie ways, and random rubberhose-like body movements that are uncanny on like. an ACTUAL normal human body bc he reminds me of Bendy and I. Don't know. How else. To cope with it, so deal with it.

#fuck this was SO ungodly long #fun to type up tho!#i will forever love the way branzy as a character is SO. POWERFUL in all the subtle ways and the fact he NEVER acknowledges it #it's giving “i already KNOW I'm good — why would i need to go around talking about it??” and i love every second of it omg #anyway #demon rambles™#i should make a dedicated tag for character analysis #hmmmmm #later #branzycraft #lifesteal smp #lifesteal season 5 #lifesteal s5 #lssmp #character analysis #GOD i love doing that actually #like. fave past time probably #gonna jumpscare clownscasino with this one when they wake up >:]]]

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hydrngea · 2 years ago

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𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇

a/n : ahhh i've been so busy lately but i finally got the chance to write this last night! rafe’s kinda ooc so I apologize in advance lol hope you enjoy <3

notes/summary : early mornings are for appreciating you | rafe cameron x f!reader, fluff, established relationship (you’ve been together for years)

word count : 804

masterlist / latest rafe fic

daylight unwraps the hues of the room while the sun shines through the window you had neglected to cover up last night. rafe rouses with the light, eyes straining open.

it’s early; early enough for him to get up and close the curtains over the arbiture and fall back asleep with ease. but for some reason he finds himself too comfortable in the position he in right now-can’t get himself to abandon his spot on the bed and the warmth that radiates from you.

he stretches closer beside you, turning to lay with his back towards the window and facing you. he leans himself against his palm while creating a barrier between you and the light. he’s glad you sleep on your stomach, means the sun won’t get into your eyes and you can stay asleep.

mindlessly, his free digits find the curve of your back and trace over your skin; the imprints of the wrinkled sheets left on your preassure points. the faded strech marks on the flip side of your arms. the freckles on your shoulder.

he thinks his new favorite activity is finger painting over your features;t here’s just something about the way his calloused finger pads feel against the softness of your untouched complexion which could keep him occupied and content for hours.

rafe was never the inventive type, never good with shapes like an artist or spoken phrases like a poet. even with no knowledge of creative subjects he knew without having to study you for long that you were a work of art.

he thinks- even though he doesn’t know much about his existence- that god must of carved you just for him to admire.

minutes pass. the tangerine mountains of the sunrise fade to the comforting yellow the of the day and the sky returning to its familiar morning blue.

his exhales synchronize with yours, the room filled with a comfortable silence which feels so underrated.

you’re the one to break it, limbs shifting under the comforter you’ve mostly stolen off of him and lips smacking together as you awake.

you lift your head from your pillow and look at rafe with unfocused eyes which are just beginning to regulate to the abnormal amount of light that blankets the surface of the bedroom.

“shouldve closed the blinds last night,” you say as press your palms onto your eye sockets, and rafe can’t help but laugh. he pulls you on-top of him and you comply, letting out your own breathy chuckle because of how clingy he’s acting so early in the morning. your nose grazes the side of his before you slump down over him, cheek resting on his bare chest and ear right over his heart.

gentle lips brush on your hair and you melt on top of him, wrapping you own arms around his waist. he can feel your lips curving into a smile against his skin. “how long you’ve been staring at me?” you ask, head lifting from his chest to look at him.

“dunno.” he responds, voice still gruff. a hum exerts from you as you relax back into him.

again the two of you fall into a warm silence, content with being within each others space. no words are said and he returns to stenciling you; drawing shapes and patterns while trying to memorize you shape and every minuscule detail about your body as if you’d disappear any moment.

rafe thinks about all he didn’t do to deserve such a heaven sent gift like you. even after years together, there’s still a part of him who believes you deserve more, better. someone as pure as you. he thinks maybe he should express his gratitude towards you more often.

he’s the one to cease the quiet this time, softly at first. “i feel like..” he fingers begin to drag over the same spot while he tries to come up with the right words to say.

“like what?”

“like you were made for me. like i was made for you.”

his words make you sit up, locking your eyes with his. “what has gotten into you today, mr. whipped cameron.” you whisper as you lower your mouth onto his and press a gentle kiss at the corner of his lips.

he chuckles into you, lightly squeezing your waist. “nothing.”

“nothing?” he lets out a sigh as you pull away with your brow furrowed.

“just promise me you’ll never leave.”

“well if u keep saying stuff like that then why would i ever want to?” you say, dimples on display as your lips curve into a smile.

he scoffs, and you let out a screech when rafe flips the two of you over so he hovers over you. your hands find his cheeks, and you lift yourself up just enough to meet him halfway.

“i would never leave this.” you murmur against him, right before his lips spark over yours.

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ruthytwoshakes · 1 year ago

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after 30 hours we’re done!!!

I love little pootis so much, a fantastic series. If you haven’t seen it yet I really recommend it!! I bought one of the plushies for my little siblings for Christmas hehe.

I’ve been wanted to make some fanart for it for a while, but I wanted it to be special! Since it means too much to me and my family :3 so I tried my hand at digital painting again! Here’s my process:

First I started out with the sketch and putting in the values, (that image is the scene I was referencing.) and since I have absolutely no idea how perspective works I just guessed and went “eh good enough.” I also used my radical composition skills to give the whole thing some life! (Golden ratio my beloved.) I should have gotten some reference images, first mistake, but I was way too excited lol.

Then I duplicated the layer and started painting over my sketch using some painting and blending brushes. Unfortunately I forgot to capture any in-betweens of this process so it makes it a little hard to explain. But once I got my values down and my painting rendered to point I wanted it to be, we started coloring!

And oh god! This is why the painting took 30 hours! This was my first time painting using this method, so I was so not ready for the coloring part. I’m in a love-hate relationship with gradient maps so the coloring was mostly done with blending modes, I think I used the linear light mode?

After watching a stupid amount of videos by Marc Brunet I finally got it! Used just one overlay layer and adjusted my colors and values as needed for this one. Used a couple gradients and other techniques to get the snow and the water looking how I wanted, and we’re almost done!

My favorite step! Adding a bunch of textures and sparkly stuff! It’s not for everyone but I really like it. And congratulations we finished our first painting yippee! Thanks for reading :3

little pootis by @quazies

#tf2 #lil pootis #digital painting #tf2 fanart #creative process #daffys drawings #WOOOOO LETS GO BABEY LITTLE POOTIS FANART #also just gotta say I love Blootis so much he is just like me!!#Can’t wait to see what he does next. Love that guy. Oh and pootis too I guess

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lowkeyrobin · 3 months ago

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hello! hope ur still taking requests!! if you could, can you pls do a mcyt (and schlatt) x reader (preferably quackity, slimecicle and jschlatt and tommyinnit) where the reader is an artist (digital artist preferably) and just their reaction to those drawings? and maybe like teaching them how to draw n stuff? think that would be pretty cute!!

also can i be 🪩

ooo okay! ; only thing, I physically can't write for schlatt, idk why injust have such a hard time doing so and I hate to represent mr mutton chops wrong 😔 ; but I can definitely try doing the others! ; and welcome to the hotel !! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :)

MCYT ; digital artist

includes ; tommyinnit, quackity & slimecicle

warnings ; language

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TOMMYINNIT

he loves your art so fucking much

and he will tell you every chance he gets

he isn't an artist so to say, but he likes doodling and making his own little art

and he does appreciate when you give him little tips to just be nice

cause he does take it into consideration and tries to remember those little things no matter what

"try doing this..."

"ohh okay, that makes sense"

ALEX QUACKITY

again, not the best artist

but he also does appreciate any little tips you give him

he mostly struggles with just slowing the hell down, he always rushes lol

he lovessss your art tho

literally treasures it

he has a whole folder of stuff you've made him

he's printed some of it out to just stick on his walls

the love is real

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he adores your art so bad

literally has some stuff framed or has used it on merch (with your permission)

he loves when you just sit down and help give him tips or just draw together

it's so sweet

"wait, this color looks better"

"ooo yeah that looks cooler"

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #🪩 anon

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uchihaharlot · 1 year ago

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I didn't mean to break their hearts, I was just curious, srry!😭😭 (but Itachi's one was kinda funny-)

But anyway, now I'm wondering about how they would react if they found out that you can draw really cool and beautiful.

(I'm an artist, so😎)

Nonny 🥹🥹

That put me in an really good mood; lol. That was way too fun to write; maybe I can one day write a super angsty break up (but I love them too much!!!).

I love all artists 😭😭😭 Painters, writers — digital or paper. Anything that expresses the inner workings of someone’s mind and the fact that they can manifest it to reality is so so so beautiful. I hope I’ve secretly seen your art, I’d probably simp over it. Always simp over art. 😂😂🥹🥹

N/SFW; very cute Uchiha men adoring your artwork! 🥹🥹🥹 (ooc Madara??); Simpy Obito; …Scandalous Shisui; abnormally observant Itachi 😂 suggestive themes rolled out the further I got. For some reason, I just had to. (P.s. I should not be allowed to write when tired??? Half of this was done while my eyes rolled shut in bed).

Madara:

It’s not everyday that Madara is blown like a leaf in the wind. When you mentioned being a patron of the arts, he thought maybe the art of battle?? Didn’t expect your weapon to be a paint brush with some acrylic paint. Thought it was some weird jutsu infused shit.

And then you just had to go above and beyond and do a portrait of him for his birthday!!!!! It’s hung on the living room center wall so that it’s the first thing anyone sees! Honestly, this man is a brute, but your art envokes his softer side! A side that he hasn’t been in touch with for…well, a long time.

Makes sure that everyone and I mean, everyone, is aware of your talent! Still, he tries to find the side hussle in it, soliciting customers for you and all. 😭😭 Will trash talk the chalk art children make on the sidewalk, which ‘…that’s not nice, they’re children..’ you say. He shrugs, nobody is as good as you.

Obito:

Finds out and tries to ‘secretly’ commission you lmao. Makes it totally obvious too, his handwriting is shit and eveeeerrryyyyone knows who Tobi really is…. Plus how can you even begin without discussing what he wants done!! Duh, Obito! Unfortunately for him, you are more interested in drawing matters of the flesh. He’ll only show his chest, nothing more.

‘That’s fine.’ You shrug, and get to work. Obito, however, does not have the resolve to sit still! It’s frustrating to no end, but alas, after what seems an eternity— its done. Sort of. Still much to add, but the basics are there and you’ll work better when he’s not asking how does it look every twenty minutes.

Eventually you do finish this beautiful piece of him, and Obito cries. You made his scars tolerable and beautiful with your mind’s creativity, he feels less self conscious about them, only a little.

Shisui:

Is the least normal about it when he discovered your sketchbook — more like snatched and played keep away. Had to fight him for it, literally. Will ask you to paint/draw him naked…many times lol and you respectfully say no... Not that he likes people to see him naked (ok maybe a little?) but he secretly hopes it might happen one day. It would be a private thing for the two of you, cause he wants that ass.

And when you do cave to his whim, just to satiate him. He’s nervous lmao. Had this oh so macho man idea of rocking a hard on but Shisui simply maintains his usual semi. It’s nice though, you make sure it’s extremely detailed..as he asked for.

But, ‘(y/n)… this is chibbi!!!’ Lol, jokes on Shisui!! He didn’t say how to draw his pp.

Itachi:

Is the most normal about it. Though he still will praise you every time you finish a piece and show him, he is still massively impressed. How does your wrist not get tired? …maybe this is why your hand jobs are so good. 😈 Just watching you try a new technique (pointillism, which is my favorite style) makes his wrist hurt. Enjoys when you ask him for ideas! He has lots of them! Mostly…obscure and derelict landscapes though.

Would not be opposed to having his portrait done, but it’s really not his style. He is disciplined enough to sit still but doesn’t see the value in it. Not until the final product is revealed, does he truly understand how important this piece was. You’ve captured his personality in a new light.

#madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #madara x reader #obito x reader #shisui x reader #itachi x reader #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha clan #uchiha family #uchiha headcanons

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