#anyways this was bitch to draw but damn it was worth it

[demonadelem]

My sopping wet meow meow Franzy

[deadmothsketches]

Don't feed the plants.

[writingoddess1125]

Just a Peak- 👀

Crack-Head Headcanon

You accidently see the guys naked

Spicy Themes 🔥 including oral 18+

Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks,

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Also a quick side note for everyone, This took forever since I had to do actual math! I looked at ALL of these damn characters and their height then based off of Odas fucking drawings figure out how their anatomy would lay in how he drew pants. Was it excessive- Absolutely 💯 was it worth it IDK

Buggy

• You all had been drinking on the ship, it was a fun party in all honesty. Buggy of course wanting to be flashing and show off how fun he was. Buggy who was fairly well drunk stumbled out for some reason you didnt hear-

• You stumbled out to potentially puke over the rails, However when you did you saw your Captian standing there clearly having finished relieving himself and now simply too drunk to put himself away as he stared out over the open ocean.

• You now knew why Buggy was so damn confident all the time...

• Thicccc, easy 8 inches flaccid and fit so well in his gloved hands it damn near looked picturesque.

• Have you ever seen a pretty cock!? When are cock pretty!? It's literally a perfect shape and color, with nicely trimmed ocean blue curls at the base.

Mihawk

• "AHH!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Buggy screamed as he caught you staring- His face as red as his nose as he quickly tried to tuck himself away with sloppy hands.

• You quickly doing a U-Turn back into the hull of the ship- Face as red as a cherry and the image now seared into your brain.

Crocodile

• Being acquainted with Mihawk definitely had its benefits, in case really good drinks and the Bartender giving you free drinks cause they were hitting on The famous pirate!

• Mihawk had disapeared around 4 drinks ago, so you walled out of the bar to see if you could spot him. Turning the corner you spot him, but he definitely wasn't alone.

• There he was with thay flirty Bartender, her on her knees sucking him off. He looked mildly bored as well as he glanced down at her- However you couldn't help but stare when you saw her pull back for air.

• Long a solid 9+ inches , A bit thin for what you expected but clearly he made up for it in length. Pale, Slender, curved ever so slightly and thick hair at the base.

• You now understood the wide walk-

• Seeing the young female Bartender taking him fully into her mouth once mkre with a deep blush. Her nose pressed against the thick layer of black hair at the base- You see his eyes go up from the Bartender right to you

• His eyes met yours and he smirked- Like he was amused you had caught him this way, or that he was turned on by this possibly.

• Your face burned as he stared such strong eye contact with you. Quickly you snapped from your thoughts and hurried back into the bar. Finishing your drink quietly as the memory played in your mind.

• When Mihawk returned he sat next to you, not saying a work but you felt his eyes following you.

• Being a secretary was hard- being one for a famed dangerous pirate was harder- and then there was Crocodile

• He was a very picky and meticulous man that you knew better then to displease. So you had gotten his clothes from the cleaner (sands a bitch to wash out) and was dropping them off at his current residence. You had a key anyway so you walked right in, not expecting him there anyway.

• You were dead wrong however- Walking in it seemed Crocodile had just left the shower and didn't bother with a towel either. Stepping out steaming and having water running down his form.

• He was a big man (8ft3in -253 cm) you knew that... however you never connected it how that would translate in terms of.. his other anatomy however this just didn't seem fair!

Shanks

• It was easy 11 inches, the size of some people's forearm! Paired with it being very girthy it looked more like a weapon then an organ

• Paired with the lazy mess of wavy black curls at the base he clearly didn't bother taming.

• His eyes locking on your shocked face and how red you looked. A noise similar to that of a chuckle leaving him as he didn't even bother closing his robe.

• "Come here-" He said, taking a drag from his cigar and waving you to come back in... it seemed you would have a much closer look now-

• It had been a eventful day- A successful treasure hunt were the whole crew had pulled in a few billion berries for their own pocket. So you had all celebrated, Getting far too drunk in a short amount of time- Paired with delicious food.

• You still feeling buzzed you decided to drift off to get some rest before you got totally shitfaced

• Walking into one of the near by rooms to get some rest, the alcohol still making you fuzzy you realized far too late you'd stepped into the Captian's Quarters- and Far far too late into noticing their was your Captian half undressed clearly about to retire himself.

• A lovely white and pink member laying at a easy 8 in flacid and a forest of untamable red curls are the base of his cock that just lead your eyes there and only to there.

• He blinked at you surprised before cracking one of his signature smiles-

• "You okay Darling?" He said with a laugh, seeing your face so red and shocked.

• A twinkle in his eyes as he gestured for you to come fully inside.

• "Seems something has caught your eye, why don't we close up that door and talk about it?~" He said with a smirk. You nodding and closing the door behind you with a shy smile.

• Now how could you refuse that?

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I woke up this morning and saw I had a message in my inbox on AO3, presumably about by new fic, and was excited to see the feedback.

When I read what they wrote it was a small comment that said "stop using sudowrite".

Had no idea what that even means, so I had to look it up and found out it's some form of a writing AI.

Absolutely fuming.

I want to make something abundantly clear right now:

I have not been hand writing and editing all of my own stories, hundreds of pages worth of personally hand written or hand typed content for the past 16 years, only to get accused of using any form of lazy ass writing AI now.

This is what I love to do. For fun.

I put in a lot of unpaid time, creativity and energy into my writing and editing. The only thing I ask for in return is participation from the fandoms I love, be it via thoughtful feedback or valid criticisms.

But this is neither of those things. This is just an outright, baseless lie against the art that I have worked so hard to make myself, and I won't be undermined or discredited.

There's anger, and then there's whatever space I am occupying well past it right now.

It's infuriating to pour hours of my love, thought and creativity into original content only to have someone come out of nowhere and try to tell me I've been having an AI do it, especially 16 years deep.

Bitch please.

I also found out that app came out in 2020 . . . As I mentioned, I published my first K/S story in 2008 as Ruby JW on the K/S archives, and my first fanfic on fanfic.net was published in 2007 as luigi_is_stellar.

I invite anyone to peruse my decades-long collection of independent content that I have single-handedly accomplished well before such an app even existed, then come back to me and try to tell me that what I do here isn't authentic.

I don't usually get spicy, but when it comes to the art I spend hours writing and drawing independently with my own blood sweat and tears, yeah. I'm going to get spicy.

I do far too much unpaid work out of passion and love for this fandom to have such a serious accusation flung my way out of nowhere.

It's the first time in my 16 years of writing for this fandom that I've ever been accused of plagiarism, and you best trust and believe that I don't take that accusation lightly. I work too damn hard to let someone discredit the work I do personally in such a baseless manner.

Anyway, that was discouraging AF. I am boggled to learn that AI writing is even a thing, no less someone coming out of the woodwork to try to accuse me of using it 16 years into story publishing when I literally teach academic honesty and writing ethics in my line of paid work as an English professional.

Genuinely: Do you know who you're talking to?

A bit of background on me:

I come from a not-so-wealthy family who could not afford to pay to put me through school -- I paid for that all on my own. I had to earn my University English degree, one of four University degrees I hold on my own work and pay alone, without so much as a tutoring session or handout from home.

Not once would I have jeopardized everything I worked so hard and paid for out of my own pocket as a poor ass uni student working two jobs and doing night classes just to phone it in plagiarizing, not on one ounce of my work.

That was all me.

I've handwritten 3 MLA essays in under three hour exams BACK TO BACK, immediately followed by back-to-back Biology exams & a final lab where I ALSO had to write multiple essays and switch from MLA to APA mode within the span of 6 hours.

Those were all bound in handwritten yellow booklets well before we ever had Google Docs, Grammarly, formatting suggestions, or even regularly brought/had access to laptops in UNI. I did my work by hand.

I earned my degrees in English and Biology AT THE SAME TIME before I even turned 24. I earned a double major handwriting my own work papers like my life depended on it, and you actually think I'm about to phone it in now?

Step to me like that again, young blood. I ain't the one.😂

Anyway, I digress.

Ya girl ain't here to fight BC y'all know I tend to be very easygoing, full of humour, and I love to joke around in the fandom. I'm pretty wide open to opposing opinions or even criticisms. But this is unfounded slander, and I won't be taking that on the chin.

When it comes to my work, I take that very seriously, and I don't play around. My late father once told me that "The work you do and the degrees you earn are yours and yours alone, they can never take that education from you." I live by that sentiment, and have done so by putting forth honest work.

Be it paid or unpaid work, it's my work. Periodt.

It is an unfathomably disheartening and insulting message to receive as someone who writes all their own stuff themselves, draws all their own fanart themselves, does their own photo edits themselves, edits their writing themselves, and has never even used so much as a single outside beta reader/editor for my work. Not once. The art, the writing, the editing -- It's all me.

Bottom line:

Say you do or don't like my work, that's cash money and we good, whether it's your cup of tea or not.

Butt know that it is my work.

I will not put all of this free time, effort and love into my work only to be accused of lazily ripping the content that I have spent hours writing and personally editing from somewhere else.

And on that note, consider my PSA rant ended.

[yanabeardoodles]

dude! your art is so delicious!!! how did you start drawing and who were your inspos and stuff?? you have a seriously unique and beautiful art style and i’m just eating SO good right now

I love telling this story!

I started drawing around 9 y/o and it was because my mom (who in no professional way is an artist. She works in law) was able to draw the cartoons me and my sister would see on TV.

I always looked up to mom as a little kid and wanted to figure out how to do that as well.

Time went on, I got into anime in middle school, checked out a bunch of Christopher Hart "how to draw anime books", and continued to draw all throughout high school.

Just to realize I didn't like how I was creating art.

I felt stuck and looking at the 7 years of art I did from middle school and high school I really felt I wasn't...changing.

Then I didn't change how I approached art for a few years after that. I was a workaholic so I never really dedicated as much time as I had wanted to figuring out how to change.

I tried branching out with different sources like studying Glen Keane gestures and loose western cartoon styles. Still felt stuck

THEN QUARANTINE HAPPENED 🗣️

Remember that workaholic life I mentioned? I use to work at least three jobs all at once before quarantine. Then I had no jobs. And I freaked out cause I saw my self-worth was connected with how much work I could do at once.

Not healthy, be better than me folks.

Anyway I needed a way to kill time and feel like I was accomplishing something. Then art reared her shiny ass in my face and said

"...draw, bitch"

So I did. All day. Every. Single. Day.

And there wasn't a goal to be a better artist this time. I just needed a damn project 😂. And it wasn't until the end of 2020 I saw improvement looking back to April

As seen below April vs December 2020

(Don't ask me why but the youth drawing is still one of my all time favorites)

Also I won't lie, I made a tik tok in April, it blew up outta no where in August cause of Rock (freakin) Lee of all things. And I liked the attention. Don't be like me. I burned out very quickly due to that mindset of "make art people want to see as fast as possible!" Not make art for myself.

Anyway, by then I was use to drawing everyday. Not even full blown illustrations but like doodling everyday. And I wanted to keep that routine. So I got jobs that would allow me to at least be able to sketch at breakfast before work.

Then I got a job as a paint and sip instructor, so I was able to try painting more often

As seen here

And from there I just started playing with art supplies all around. I treat art like math. My brain gets easily distracted and with that in mind, if I get tired of digital art, I go to color pencils or watercolor or gouache and then rinse and repeat.

I feel this is going on forever so to wrap it up

Current artists I'm inspired by:

For colors -

JC Leyendecker

@japhers on tumblr and twitter

For ink- Bruce Timm (worked on BTAS/STAS/Justice League etc)

Dan Mora (@ Danmora_c on Twitter)

Lastly character designs - A BUNCH OF ART OF THE MOVIE BOOKS

Spiderverse, Klaus, Maya and the Three, Luca, Dreamworks, Miyazaki etc

If the movie or show was cool. I went hunting for that art book to figure out what they were thinking when they made the characters.

And that's it.

The end of my spiel

[house-afire]

Queen's Consort (Jim/Jackie)

Prompt: 100 words of tied up and used

“This is not what Jackie agreed to,” Jackie says through gritted teeth.

Jim trails their fingers up the inside of one of Jackie’s thighs, the gentle scrape of their calluses the only kind of tenderness Jackie’s liable to get tonight, and fuck if she doesn’t love it. She’s put in a fuck-ton of time and effort making the men in her life, even her husbands, snap to on her damn say-so, but Jim? Jim ain’t a man or a husband. And if a woman can’t get bent over her own desk by her one-and-only fucking consort, shit, life’s not even worth living.

Doesn’t mean she’s not gonna bitch about getting tied up with plain cord instead of Bonnet’s silk handkerchiefs, though.

“Yeah,” Jim says, “Stede started locking those up after last time. Ropes are easier anyway.” They crouch down, swift as a pit viper, and so close in their breath’s cool against Jackie’s flushed-hot pussy. “You just don’t like it because you think you don’t look like a queen. But you do, cariña.” They thrust two of their fingers into Jackie without any goddamn warning at all. “Just one who’s been conquered.”

A queen who’s had her city sacked by some noseless, dickless wonder—but she doesn’t want to think about that, doesn’t want to think about anything but how she’ll get back at Jim for making these knots so tight she can’t thrust back on their fingers. She has to just stay put while Jim finger-fucks her cunt like they’ve got all day to do it.

Jim knows exactly what they’re doing. Jackie’s soaked—she usually is, as soon as Jim draws the lot that says it’s their night for domestic responsibilities—and when confronted with a sopping wet pussy, somebody as good as Jim has to fucking try to not make her come. Jackie’s good at getting off on almost nothing. The number of husbands she’s taken over the years, well, they can’t all be winners, and while the lazy motherfuckers go out the door right away, she gives the skittish ones time to learn, and she makes the best of it.

She’s down to just Jim and the Swede now, though—though she’s thinking on Roach—and they’ve gotten her spoiled.

Except now, with this bullshit.

Her cunt tightens around Jim’s fingers like she wants to keep them inside her, and she knows Jim feels it, because they just laugh and pull out anyway, leaving her aching.

“You call this keeping our marriage bed warm?” Jackie says. “Maybe your boyfriend or your girlfriend like all this pussyfooting around, but your wife wants to be fucked right.”

Jim runs the hard edge of their thumbnail over Jackie’s clit, and for a second, all Jackie can see are black stars—the cusp of an oncoming orgasm mixed with some sweet, rough pain.

“I could do it wrong,” Jim says. “I’m thinking I can do it however I want, since I’m the one in charge.” They press forward, the damp curls of their own cunt flush with Jackie’s ass. They’ve done this before, on the nights it goes this way—rubbed themselves off against the curve of her ass—sometimes after they’ve smacked it hot and sore first—and then acted like they were going to leave Jackie hanging. They never do, not in the end. That’s a fucking dealbreaker and they know it. But this—this is a good night, and Jackie thinks she sees how it’s gonna go.

But she’s wrong this time. Jim goes around in front of her and kneels up on the desk instead, parts their own cunt-lips with two fingers so Jackie can see she’s not the only one who needs it. Jackie can smell them—the sea-air scent of their consort’s cunt that’s like nothing else in the world. And the angle is shit—Jackie will have to strain forward and bend her neck in a way that’ll leave it stiff for days—but she doesn’t even care. She wants Jim to ride her face this way, use her, ignore her displayed cunt and ass to take this passing fucking fancy instead, just because they can.

She gives Jim a half-nod, and Jim spreads their knees out wider and presses their cunt to Jackie’s mouth.

And it’s so good Jackie comes from it, her cunt clenching down on nothing at all. It’s a shitty little stutter of a climax, but she can live with that for now. Jim’s always good for another round.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 36

Third POV

It's been five hours since Jeff last heard from Eboni. She should be home by now. He knows her well, and there's no way she'd stay at a party for that long. Eboni hates crowds, and he knows this. Also, that gut feeling keeps intensifying. He sighs loudly, drawing BEN's attention.

"What's bugging you now?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the TV screen.

"Eboni."

"When is she not bugging you in some way?" EJ smirks, sitting next to his fellow killer. "Thought you two made up -"

"We never fought."

EJ and BEN share a look, shaking their heads. "Nah, man. That was definitely a fight." BEN corrects.

"For fucks sake it wasn't -!"

"Things like that happen...well for normal relationships they don't end with a hand print on the other's throat."

"Except the abusive ones." BEN snickers.

"She liked that shit anyway." Jeff huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's not the point. Your communication skills are terrible. There's a better way of warning your partner about the people she surrounds herself with." EJ tries to reason, but with Jeff, he knows it's pointless.

"No fuck that! She wasn't listening the first time I told her, so it pissed me off! She's so desperate for friends that she'll drain herself dry for them - for that bitch." Jeff seethes, thinking about Taylor.

"Give the girl a chance. I think you're overreacting." BEN said, rolling his eyes.

"Or maybe you want Eboni to only need you." The cannibal said matter of factly.

Jeff tenses, clenching his teeth. EJ is right - he knows he is, but he sure as hell won't admit it. Eboni should only need Jeff. No one else is good enough for her but him. No one is worth her time but him. That's how it should be, but Eboni is still fighting against that fact - and it pisses him off.

Finally losing patience, he snatches his phone from his back pocket - waiting to see if Eboni has replied to his message, she didn't. The gut feeling grows stronger, causing Jeff to stand to his feet and walk to the front door.

"Where are you going?" BEN asked, not really caring, though.

"To see what's taking my girl so damn long."

Jeff doesn't bother to take his time getting to Eboni's home. He's glad the woods are just across the street from her home. The killer quickly climbs up to her window but also notices her front door is cracked open just a bit. Jeff moves to open her window, jumping inside.

His eyes widen at the sound of glass crushing under his boots. He tilts his head, quickly scanning the room. A mess, like a tornado, ran through here. Then he sees Eboni in the farthest corner of her room, rocking back and forth in a fetal position.

At first, he doesn't recognize her. There's no way this meak, broken-down person is his Eboni. But as he gets closer, as he lowers himself down in front of her - he can see that it's indeed his girl, his Eboni. He moves to touch her, making her flinch back and mumble incoherent words.

"What the hell?" He questions under his breath, noticing how she tries to move further away from him.

In the small amount of time away from each other, something extremely traumatic happened to make Eboni fear him. The killer doesn't really know how to feel. He's terrible at comforting. He hates it, in fact. But seeing his girl in such a broken state and flinching away from him hurts. It hurts really, really badly.

"Eboni....Princess, it's me. Look at me." Jeff forces himself to say.

Eboni slowly opens her eyes, fluttering them to try and clear out her tears, still trying to spill, but the sight of him only makes her cry more. Guilt. The guilt of not having the power to stop what happened to her. The guilt of her body reacting. The guilt of not listening - for not trusting Jeff.

The teen shakes her head, raising her hands to hide her mouth - muffling the sounds of her loud sobs. Jeff inches a bit closer, wanting to pull her hands away, but he refrains from touching her.

"Princess, you have to tell me what happened. I can't fix it if you don't tell me."

Eboni shakes her head, sobbing harder. Fix it? No, no, there's no fixing what happened. There's no healing. Jeff sighs, leaning forward to place both hands against the wall, caging her head. Maybe this position isn't the best idea, considering how Eboni's body trembles - there's not much he can do since touching her would lead to a panic attack. He takes off his hood, pushing his hair out of his face. He frowns, eyes showing genuine concern & a softness that makes Eboni calm down - only slightly.

"Please, Eboni. Tell me everything."

"R...R-R...H-He...s-she....." Eboni tries to say, lips trembling. She doesn't want to say it out loud. She still doesn't want to face the reality of it all.

"Take your time. Don't rush it. Word for word princess, I'll understand." Jeff encourages, though becoming impatient.

"....party...T-Taylor left me...h-he...drugged..raped..r-raped me.." she finally admits, wrapping her arms around herself in shame. She doesn't want him to see the full extent of the damage done.

Chills

Did he hear her correctly? Raped? His Eboni...Raped? Drugged? And fucking abandoned? He had to misheard her. There's no way someone dared to touch her, use her, fuck her - there's just no way. But as he stares at her, taking in her appearance - it has to be true. Her wrinkled dress, ripped fishnets, soiled stains on her dress, the dried release in between her thighs, and this smell...this disgusting, foul stench of another male all over her. Someone has touched his property and taken complete advantage of his girl.

Rage.

A very different Rage.

Eboni notices quickly. The way his sapphire eyes gloss over in a darkness she's never seen before - the bright shade of red shifting almost to a bloody shade. Jeff's body begins to shake, breathing disheveled. The killer can feel his body begin to heat up, and his bones freeze. His eyes begin dialating, losing foucs on the girl in front of him. His body can't stop shaking.

Red

RED

Kill.

KILL THEM!

The chanting. Over and over AND OVER AGAIN. He has no control. The bloodlust is so profound that he can taste it on every tastebud existing on his tongue. He shoots to his feet, taking slow, menacing steps towards Eboni's window. Blood, he needs blood - he needs his hands to be drenched in it.

Eboni watches, her iniquity consuming her. She was afraid of this. Afraid that he'd leave her, blame her for being irresponsible - for being too trustworthy. Horrified of the killer, she's grown to love, become disgusted at the fact another man has had her, tainted her.

She should let him go. She should throw her feelings away since, in her mind, he has every right to not want her anymore. The poor girl shakes her head, crawling after him. She grabs his ankle, gripping onto it for dear life. How can she let go of the only person who has ever made life worth living? Finally getting the attention she's been craving for years. There's no way Eboni can let that go - let him go.

"No, no! God Jeff please no! I-I'm sorry! I didn't like it! I hated it! I promise I did! I swear on my life I did! M-My body just...I tried to stop it! It wouldn't listen! I mind left me! I tried not to feel it! I did. I did I DID! My body... wouldn't listen to me! I told him no over and over again! Please believe me! Pl-Please...please Jeff- PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" Eboni screams, voice lace in anguish.

Hearing her voice, Jeff turns around- listening to her words as she sobs onto his boots, glass scraping her knees even more. The voices had calmed down the moment Eboni grabbed his ankle - her touch somehow soothing him. Her loud screams, making his rage melt away.

He lowers himself, holding his arms out to her. Eboni quickly jumps into them, sobbing heavily onto him, as she grips his hoodie for dear life. Jeff rocks her in his arms, whispering soothing words into her ear.

"I'll never leave you. You're my girl, and nothing will ever change that." He tells her as he gently carries the poor girl to her bathroom.

His heartwarming words make Eboni sob even more, wrapping her arms and legs around him. The killer holds her up with one arm, moving to run some bath water. He doesn't add bubbles, only a strawberry bath bomb to make the water pink. Jeff moves to sit the teen onto the toilet sit, but Eboni refuses to let go of him.

"Princess. I have to clean you up." He whispers coolly.

Eboni pouts, slowly pulling away from him. Jeff smiles, moving to take her clothes off, but her body tenses and begins trembling again. He looks at her, Eboni averting her eyes away. He sighs, stepping away.

"I'll be outside the door." He said, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door, leaning against it so he could hear everything.

Eboni slowly removes her clothes, stepping into the tub, and sinks her whole body down under the water. She stays there for a few moments, memories of tonight forcing itself to the forefront. The girl jolts up, gasping and wiping the water from her eyes. She quickly reaches for her face towel and soap.

She soaps up her towel and begins scrubbing her body harshly, not caring about her skin beginning to burn. She needs to feel this. Feel the burn become hotter and hotter. Hopefully, the more she scrubs, the more her tainted body will return back to what it once was.

Unfortunately, that isn't the case since she still feels so disgusted within her own skin. She truly wants to rip her flesh from its bone, but Jeff wouldn't approve. Once she finds herself as clean as she can get, Eboni steps out, wrapping a towel around herself. She drains the bath water, gently knocking on the door for Jeff to open.

He does so, smiling a bit but frowns at her hair. "Let me." He asks.

Eboni nods, allowing the killer to take her back into the bathroom and fix her hair into a bun. He leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead once he's done. "Let's get you ready for bed."

The girl nods, raising her arms for him to carry her to her bed - which he does. He places her onto the bed, about to move to grab some night clothes for her. Jeff raises a brow, confused as to why she stopped him.

"Yes, Princess? What does my girl need?" He asks smoothly.

"Wanna...wear this.." she whispers, tugging the end of his hoodie.

Jeff smirks, quickly taking his hoodie off and lays it down next to her. "Sweatpants?"

Eboni nods her head, not wanting to feel her skin touch nor rub against itself. Jeff turns away into grab a pair, waiting for Eboni to finish drying herself and getting dressed. Once done, the two of them crawl into bed, not concerned about the mess, and still broken glass all over her room.

The smiling killer wraps his arms around her protectively, rubbing his hand up and down her back in soothing motions. Eboni clings onto his black T shirt, nesting against him - needing his warmth.

This...This is what she was afraid of losing. Eboni never once thought she'd beg someone to stay in her life after an event she truly had no control over - but her mind will always belittle her into believing the rape is her fault. But Jeff's consoling words are enough to put her mind at ease. His strong arms gifting her the security & safety she needs.

"No force on this earth can keep me away from you, princess. Remember that. I'll always be by your side." And with those words, the girl drifts into a dreamless slumber.

[hislittleraincloud]

I'm supremely tired today even though I passed out early-ish for me. (Maybe 3AM? That's early for me.) I did it without taking my full meds, so I woke up sick and had to take them anyway...and now I can't keep my eyes open. Idiopathic hypersomnia is a real fucking bitch (and I've had it most of my life; my mother also has it).

This sucks so gd much bc I have things to write. I want to write. But right now there's so much fatigue that I'm just useless atm. I couldn't even find the energy to put together my Wednesday sticker album with its stickers.

If you know me, I am a huge, huge cards and sticker collector...when my ex dumped all my stuff, I had a very extensive collection, sports and non-sports; I had a thing for Mets Mike Piazza and had a collection of his rare inserts (including a mistake print that was the only one in the world...and #001 — and a couple of #031 — inserts as well, and an early online friend was nice enough to gift me his Bowman Dodgers rookie card, which isn't worth shit now but the rare inserts and the mistake printing still sting). I mostly did non-sports, and had a bunch of TV show inserts and special sets. I didn't have any of my Paninis though, those are still back at the house in Massachusetts.

Speaking of non-sports cards, where in fuck are the Wednesday cards? Where the fuck is Cryptozoic, and why haven't they made a Wednesday set yet? I'm sure that that would make big bank...I could see the Wenclairs going insane over having a piece of the rainbow film that NC Wednesday/Ortega scraped off of her side. In fact I can think of a million different screen-used "pieces of" Season 1 that would make perfect insert cards. The rainbow film, pieces of Donovan's cork board (like the map of Jericho), a piece of one of Xavier's drawings or paintings, piece of one of the Nightshades's robes, piece of one of the Poe Cup cat suits, piece of one of Tyler's Lesbian Plaid™ shirts (😘), piece of Wednesday's novel, etc. (Ooo, piece of the Rave'N dresses, since there were multiples made.) So many opportunities for inserts there. Cryptozoic isn't terrible (they're the ones who put out the Sons of Anarchy set, through which I have Donovan's autograph). This Panini thing is pretty fucking terrible though, with the worst artwork. I love me some Panini, but I suppose they're only good for animated works rather than live action since any number of fan artists could've done a better job with the art in this. Why do companies settle for such mediocrity? This is terribly simplistic and unappealing art, looks like it was done in less than 5 minutes/with autotrace for the vectors (and the most pathetic part is that it was likely done by someone with an art degree)

Anyway. I'm so tired. And horned up because of my testosterone shot. God damn it.

ETA: Happy Birthday, Wednesday. And uh...tomorrow is technically ABW's birthday (just after midnight, LOL). She is 18 today/tonight! ...✨🫠✨

[friesian]

1,2,6,16,20 for Marwyd and Tiyrnan (@likemesomesalads)

THAT'S A LOT OF PIZZA (QUESTIONS)!!! LETS DO IT!!! WOO HOO!!!

MARWYD:

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"Ahhhh.. well, uh, that's a complicated one. Obvious answer is my sister, Niddhil. Closest person I got. We've been through it all together. Everythin'. All the highs'n lows that a Commander could possibly face-- and she stuck by with me until the end. Hell, she ended up even havin' a nephew. Little guy is my pride'n joy… did you know he could box? I didn't. She took me to one of his junior boxin' courses a few months back and I ain't ever seen a boy with more fire in his eyes at only a few years old. I think he could maybe even beat the shit out of me on day when he's older!"

"Otherwise there's… my father. Ishmayl. I uh, I dunno if I wanna talk about him, though. Basic rundown is that he's the person who found me when I came outta that oasis and took care of me. Taught me the ropes of life… but uh, ya'know. Shit don't always go as planned, I guess. Fuck if I know."

"… just don't ask me about'em anymore, alright?"

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"Well, I got asked about Hua-- guess I'll talk about Lei now. Zheng Hualei. Lei's.. he's… uh, really somethin'. I see a lot of myself in him some days. Other days, he's nothin' like me. We met at a Gala. Guy called my sister a bitch so I threw his ass into a fountain. Ever since, he hated my guts. To the point where he tricked me into punchin' Hua-- since he and Hua share a body. Long story."

"Anyways, after everythin', I learned that kindness sorta made'em go away? And I started bein' more 'kind', as much as I could. But… ya'know how they say the ones who need the most kindness are the ones that are the hardest to give it to? That applied here. But it sorta worked in the long run. He's nicer now. Says sorry. Thank you. Even likes spendin' time with me now. Gives me gifts that ain't shards of glass stuck in candy. Fer my birthday, he carved me a horse from memory… even has a little cut in the ear just like me. Cute little thing, honestly."

"Only complaint I have is that he gets WEIRD with me. Like, really weird. Stares at me, gets high and starts talkin' about how 'pretty' my eyes are, found some weird ass scraps of paper where he just writes my name over and over. Y'all know he even drew me once? I didn't know. Good drawin' though, but… the way he found even the smallest little feature to draw on me was odd. Little shit is weird. But.. at least he's kind…er. Kinder."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do? [COPY PASTED]

"Leave home. Probably. You spend twenty damn years under someone's thumb. Beck and call. Their ire. Their eye. Then you just gotta leave everythin' you know behind fer some weird land that you don't barely know a lick about. I gave it all up. Fer what I have now, I'd say it's worth it-- sometimes. The job I got ain't anythin' I would've picked. Fuck, I would've gone back to outlawin' by now had that shit with the damn Tree not happened. Ah well, but… I know everyone I know now. I know my sister. I know my best friends."

"… but sometimes, I do wonder about my family."

Describe your perfect day. [COPY PASTED]

"Hm.. probably goin' to a rodeo. Maybe spendin' time with Saint Elmo'n my flock of birds. Barbeque at the end, and campin' out in the desert. Sounds like my kinda day. Ain't complicated."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"Stupid motherfuckin' people makin' a big ass showboat out of themselves to be the center of attention. It's LOUD. It's ANNOYIN'. They don't know when to STOP. Why do you EVEN NEED attention? It's nothin' but a pain in the ass fer all involved. I could be doin' work. Studyin'. Cleanin' up messes or fixin' shit, and here you are doin' everythin' in your power to have eyes look at you. The HELL DO YOU NEED IT FER? KNOCK IT OFF."

TIYRNAN

Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

"As a firstborn I suppose that I have many brothers and sisters. None of which, I am close to. They all disgust me in their own little ways. Too kind. Too obnoxious. Too considerate. None of them ever resonated with me. Save.. for one, of course, but we do not talk about them."

"The short version for you is that I care not for family, and I care not for connections."

Who is your best friend?  Tell us about them!

"I do not have friends. See above. I do not care for connections."

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

"Abscond the mortal limits to become something that one may find to be nothing but a monster. Truly, it was painful. Every part of my body twisted and turned into something that was only parallel to the self. A reflection, yes, but one in oil. Where your own eyes can't see past something so abstract, clouded, darkened, and misremembered. Someone made that thing you call a body, long, long ago… but they turned it into something utterly wrong. Perhaps that's what I am. Misremembered. Though, I do see clearly enough now. And what I see is…"

"Hm…"

"Perhaps it's best for me not to complete that thought."

Describe your perfect day.

"A perfect day? That's the day I finally find myself with my hands wrung around the neck of that fool that everyone calls 'Commander'. The perfect day, is the day that I see the light that burned within them completely snuffed out by the heel of my boot as I drag his corpse alongside me to be twisted and mangled into something that is completely unrecognizable-- beyond even what the mind can place back together. An unsolvable puzzle. An unidentifiable body. Truly, a perfect goddamn day."

Describe your biggest pet peeve.

"People preaching to me about ethics, or morals, or any of that. Do you think science cares for your morals? Do you think life cares for your ethics? I will tell you one thing right here, right now. Were it not for people like me who did not care for these things, we would not know what half of the bacterium and viruses on this planet would do. We would not know how the body works. We would know not know anything in terms of science. And if I hear one more person attempt to moralize my work towards me, I can assure you that we will find out what the advanced stages of a prion disease can do the mind and body."

[usernoneexistent]

Challenge: All You need is love @hp-12monthsofmagic

A/N: I don't know what demon possessed me but I wrote this in like two days and then she had the audicatity to ask me to draw not just one but four drawings however o realised that I didn't have the time so here it is. So, Zola is tired from living with a loveless home but a simple letter from someone special is exactly what she needed.

Warnings: swearing, verbal abuse, child neglect, classism, no romance but angst with a hopeful ending

The night was cooling down London from the Summer heat earlier. The sun lingered around longer despite it being close to midnight. Zola wasn't even doing anything exciting, just hanging around the council block playground before a group of older kids from the block took over. She was smart enough to know when to move out of the way.

Instead she opted for walking aimlessly through her neighbourhood in the borough of London. Children screaming happily, ice cream vans and teens on their bikes filled the Summer night.

Zola had spent most of her summer either writing to her best friend, Tarra or seeing if Michael, a guy from her block was free. None of her old mates from primary wanted to hang out with the girl going to 'boarding school'. Like all of a sudden she has become one of those snobs from the West end.

And staying home wasn't an option for her. Auntie Gracie-Mae and uncle Andrew weren't exactly fun company either. They barely tolerated her presence so why stay any longer. Though now she figured would be a good time to head back to their council flat.

Zola waltzed back in without care that she made loud noise in the middle of the night. The TV was blarring in the background anyway. As she stomped pass the crack of the living room door where uncle Andrew has been sitting there since he woke up in the afternoon.

"Zola! What did I say about slamming the door?!" He yelled, slurring his words. The bastard was drunk and Auntie Gracie-Mae was off on the night shift.

She hated being alone with the slob. He didn't do anything but watch TV, eat, yell and sleep. Andrew was too lazy to even get out of the sofa.

"What did you say, you little bitch!" He yelled louder, grunting from the sofa.

"Fuck you, Andrew!" Zola slammed the door again. 

"I said fuck you!" Zola repeated before marching to her bedroom, slamming another door. She grabbed a chair to lock her door before letting frustrated groan to the pillow. Remnants of her makeup remained on the pillow. 

She looked at the news articles that she had converted as posters. All these cursebreakers free and full of fun and adventure. That's all she wanted, every Summer felt like a prison with them. Her father doesn't bother writing but her brother, Jeremiah did occasionally send an owl but ultimately she was all alone.

She clutched the pillow, hugging it tightly. No one wanted her. Zola was alone in this miserable apartment. Angry or sad tears, Zola wasn't sure threaten to leave her eyes.

"Everyone sucks." She muttered.

Zola wished she had a normal family or as normal as she could get. She was jealous of Tarra, her parents there for everything and even her cousin, Duncan. Yeah, he would moan about his father but it was clear that he wanted to be there for him. Her parents never did that for her. Her father decided robbing Gringotts was worth more than her and her mother...well she probably took one look at Zola and noped out.

A knock on her window brought her out of her own self pity party. A barn owl was outside with a letter inbetween her beak. She knew that owl immediately; Tori, Tarragon's owl.

Zola let in the owl and took the letter. Her fingers fumbled to open it quickly. She scanned each word meticulously, soaking in everything.

"Damn you, Tarra." Zola cracked a wide grin. "Always know how to make my day."

The timing couldn't have been any better. Tarra was inviting her to Scotland to stay with her and Duncan for a while. Without much thought, Zola grabbed whatever she felt she needed and stuffed it into a bag. Including her secret stash of gallons, sickles and knuts. 

She boldly strutted past Andrew with new found confidence.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business, not like you ever care." Zola opened the front door. "Oh and I may never come back. You can tell Auntie Gracie-Mae that."

Andrew looked startled through the door before Zola slammed the door one last time.

Before Zola could change her mind a gust of wind before a royal purple triple decker bus was infront of her.

She looked for a secluded road before putting her wand hand up in the air. She felt stupid but she was sure this was how she could get the knight bus.

"You comin' on?"

Zola blinked before registering what was going on. A man in a purple uniform and a worn out soldiers cap

"Right."

She hopped on, paying eleven sickles for a ticket and told her destination to the Tentsmuir, Scotland. The man was the conductor who welcomed her aboard and showed about.

Metal beds in rows took up majority of the space. Some curtains were closed from other passengers. The few who hadn't closed their curtains stared at the fourteen year old. Zola simply gave a glare back in retaliation and chucked her bag onto the bed.

She closed the curtains for privacy and pulled out the smooshed letters from Tarra. Every letter of Tarra telling her she missed her best friend and was lonely without her when she was in Romania, England or Scotland. While Zola doubt that Tarra would ever feel lonely surrounded by animals a her words filled her heart more than any snogging with Michael ever did.

At some point, Zola's body finally caved into to sleep after staying up for so long. Though when she woke up, she felt her neck sore and the letters spread on stomach and chest.

The bus halted to a forceful stop. Her letters flew off the bed and her bag rolled to the middle of the floor.

"We have arrived at Tentsmuir." The conductor announced. "Thanks for taking the Knight bus, we hope you had a pleasant stay."

It was a beautiful sight of the sunrise along if the forest behind where she could find the stone cottage. She walked through the patches of grass with hope that she could gain a new home.

Zola hurriedly grabbed everything and stumbled out the bus. It left immediately leaving her at a muggle road. She covered her eyes as the stream of sunlight of the sun rising beamed in her face.

[energyanon]

*hugs* I'm glad you are sticking around. (Both here and everywhere.) Great to hear you have deep diving into astrology!! It's such a great tool :) What draw you deeper into it?

Me too, that damn brain of mine likes to be a vengeful bitch sometimes but I have given her the happy chemical, so she may rest now.

It’s actually a long story;

TLDR; basically I had a dream that set me off all things spiritual and finding a purpose in life

But the story is; while I was still in the deep deep stages of depression where nothing was worth it and I had 0 connection or belief in the universe, I had a dream. And this dream was that I was 50/60 frolicking about with a bunch of other older women in the country side and we were just a little community. We did all the things we wanted to do, we played, we nurtured the child parts of ourselves, we made dinners for each other. And the thing was there wasn’t a man involved in this, I wasn’t married or anything I was just enjoying sisterhood with a bunch of other women. And it was fucking freeing. Because we were only with each other there was no need to uphold beauty standards or be anything more than what we were or to act in certain ways we just enjoyed life and let the sun age us etc. and I woke up and I was like

Holy fuck. My whole life I’ve been feeling desperately unloved because I had that stupid little voice in my head that told me if I don’t have a relationship then I’m less than. And broken family etc didn’t help that feeling. So I’ve always searched for being “loved” elsewhere and in order to do that I’m a people pleaser and I have to live life in a certain way. But this dream was like.. actually no you don’t.. you can literally just BE there’s actually 0 rules in this world and if you aren’t harming anyone or harming yourself then nothing is that serious.

So then through that came this like.. intense spiritual freedom I guess where nothing was that bad, like all cares about what other people thought aswell just 🤷‍♀️ none of it matters. And I realised that I don’t want a life that needs to be successful what I actually want is simple, it’s just community.

And so I would say it was one hell of a spiritual awakening. And then I was watching a tiktok and it just so happened to be about Ariana grandes new BF and how his something or other is in her 5th house and I was like holy fuck is that how you read astrology, so I started to research it knowing now where to start, and like beyond personal planets and houses are the ASPECTS, and my god do the aspects make all the difference and then how the whole birth chart and those aspects play out with one another and then singleton planets and then asteroids which can show you your greatest trauma and it was all like holy shit tits we’re all connected.

And so that’s how it happened. And now it’s wild j went from 0 faith in the universe all together to seriously feeling like I’ve been placed on such a specific path and I can see how everything up until now has been apart of that path and I’ve always been protected and guided no matter how shit it was at the time

I’m currently desperately trying to find anything I can about Yods and it’s driving me insane I can’t find anything on how to properly read it in relation to all the planets aspecting each other.

anyway if anyone knows anything about Yods let me know cause I have two of those fuckers in my charts and I’m not sure how to read them

[vazaez]

what's the lore you have for your ocs? are they friends? family? how old are they? what do they do for a living?

Okay so! For starters they're friends, none of them is related with another, they met in different stages of their lives, not that they all just met at the same time

Dan and Sam are childhood besties, and neighbors so they hung around a lot since they were really small and their dads worked at the same place so they knew each other and their families so sometimes in work reunions of stuff the kids went too and played together (cuz damn is it boring to be a kid at ur parents work events with no one your age around, it still is as grown ups but now we get other ways to distract ourselves lol), conner and alex became friends in a school volley team, they already knew each other beforehand cuz they ended up in the same classroom when alex moved into town in six grade but they were kinda meh about each other, not that they hated each other but just kinda indiferent yea? So they became friends bcs of the team after a few disagreements and fights (they went from "i don't care about you lol we just vibin" to not standing each other to be close buddies,,, character development am i rite), Conner and Dan had been classmates since fourth grade when they got put into the same class and started getting along.

Then, since dan and conner were friends but alex and sam didn't really know each other more than any other classmate for a while they were in a "he/she is my friend's friend" and got along well without much interaction till eventually they actually got close and became a friend group

And last but not least Margot! She moved to that school in seventh grade, most people thought she was just mean or stuck up cuz she has a resting bitch face and didnt talk a lot with the rest of the class but the lil group wanted to include her regardless of what other people said about her even tho they also had doubts at first, as in "what if they're right and she's just gonna reject us brutaly" but got rid of that thought and decided it was worth a shot, that started a year long mission of getting her to know them slowly and showing her that they were being honest about wanting her around (she's insecure abt it cuz of reasons) and finally before she could even notice, they forcefully adopted her got her to be a part of their small group of dumbdumbs lol

Shoot i trailed of um anyways they don't really have canon ages cuz usually draw them in whatever age the context requires but I'll probably draw them mostly around 14-15 or 16,,, idk

And they don't really do anything since they're still in school,, but they get lil jobs in their free time if they can, like walking their neighborhood's dogs, helping in local stores, house sitting, pet sitting and baby sitting, etc.. ykno the type of stuff kids are legally allowed to do to get some money lol (at least here, idk how it is in other places)

[daftlads]

@worldneeds 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 ❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do / yk i gotta get my fave trope. for ang and husk

husk's space has so quickly become public domain. he really should do something about it, use the claws he's been given and start making people regret cozying up to him like he's nothing but a pillar to lean on, but the fight always seems to go out of him before he can make a move. more often than not, it isn't worth starting a fight over. one of the smaller ones will clamber up his leg or latch onto his arm, and everyone taller uses him as an armrest no matter what he says about it, so why bother. he's had to get used to carrying miserable drunks out of his bar anyway, and ain't this the same kind of thing?

with angel, at least, there's a regularity to it. in the morning, when he's nursing a headache and bitching to anyone that's listening (and everyone that isn't), he'll drape an arm over husk's shoulder and lay his temple down, whining like a kicked dog. the afternoons are his wandering hands and delicate fingers, walking a twostep along husk's wrist, rib, wing, all of the brittle parts of him that he wants to defend with his teeth. at night it's either the warmth of his hip or the slap in the face that is his jaunty goodbye, the lie of his smile by far the most offensive touch of all.

tonight has veered wildly off course. angel is upset with valentino, or valentino is mad at angel, it's hard to keep track, and it means radio silence on both ends. angel's phone is face down on the bartop and he hasn't turned it over in at least thirty minutes. it's been quiet far longer than that, still and dead under the hazy orange lights. husk is trying not to look, lest the attention given sparks the thing back to life, or, even worse, draws angel's attention to its silence.

they're maybe halfway through their seventh shot when angel's eyelids start fluttering, and husk figures it's time for bed. he ignores the drunken giggles this suggestion earns him, rustling his feathers with the indignance he can't be bothered to voice. arguments with an intoxicated angel never lead anywhere. it's thanks to angel that he doesn't feel the need to ask before he wraps an arm around his back and slides all of the silken lines of him off of the barstool. more giggling. "watch your mouth instead of mine, hm?" husk drawls, hooking angel's knees more securely and taking a step forward. "you're shitfaced. not a damn chance you're walking out of here. then there's the stairs. your front door. quit your fussin'."

he expects the arm around his shoulders, nails creeping across his neck with both the fuzzy indelicacy of a drunkard and the lascivious expertise of a star. he rolls his shoulders, ignoring the displacement of his fur with a determination that should win awards. what's new is the fingertips on his cheek, the demanding weight behind them as he's turned (with little resistance) to look angel in the eye.

they're all bottomless down here, a maddening nothingness that masquerades as something, but he'll admit, angel's got it better than most. he raises a brow. being smiled at in silence is unnerving when angel's the one smiling, but he's not so eager to break. "what."

the fingers on his jaw curl, hold. husk tries not to bare his teeth.

he could do a great many things. he's dropped angel on his sorry ass before and no doubt will again, and he's ignored the guy way more than that, but here he stands, still and waiting. for a long while, he doesn't even blink, the crease in his forehead equal parts confused and sincere. "tony-"

behind them, the phone rings. with a snarl, husk turns, startled. "what the fuck?"

almost instantly, angel is causing havoc, wriggling and kicking his legs. husk lets him down. "yeah, yeah. go nuts."

he tries not to watch as angel leans against the bar, knees weak beneath him, nail caught between his teeth as he answers the call, just like he's supposed to.

[sparklingbluerose]

Axis Powers x Reader

You are...interesting. With the unknown control over fire, you seem to always have this charm which both draws them to you and scares them...

A/N: I'm back in this fandom, baby

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TW: None! Full crack, help.

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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North Italy

Sissy, Doitsu is watching you 👁👄👁

PLEASE you scare him so much. You're always engaged into this weird 'when will u die' persona and he hates it.

Always screams when you're around lmao–

But in all honesty, man adores you so much when you fight. You're England but fire and better. America agrees. LiKE, OMG did you just summon a fire butterfly!? Cool!

When you first said you were from another world, mans just flipped his shit and went like...

"Ve~? But..you look like you're from China!" 💀

Well YES Liyue is based off of China but like, ain't the same thing. Just similar.

He believes you though, really thinks Teyvat is cool.

Just a warning, no one will ever believe you if you guys end up actually dating. Literally no one. The innocent cute Italy, falling in love with the person scarier than Russia!? JOKE.

Until he kisses you in front of everyone. Germany is convinced he no longer needs protection.

Because when you're around, he'll be safe 24/7 lololol

And by the way, your ghosts need to stop picking on him. Like pls stop he'll get a heart attack damn.

"Hilichurl no oniisan ga byouki ni natta, Hilichurl no oniisan ga kanbyou shite~"

Italy and Japan.exe has stopped working. DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAI–

Loves it so much, man. Will literally cuddle you all day and get scolded for missing a world meeting. But hey, it was most likely worth it ❤️

Japan

He doesn't deserve your cuteness omg–

Will literally do anything for you, finds it comforting how you don't invade his personal space.

...Sometimes freaks out when you scare him, but he doesn't scream. Literally just makes an expression like "😰" then a few seconds later bitch be back to "😐"

THERE IS SERIOUSLY NO WINNING WITH HIM

Besides all the pranks, he actually has only seen you be so scary once. And he'll remember it forever.

"You guys are really trying to push on my buttons~ Hm? I'm aware that this will bring you consequences. I may be cute, someone harmless, but as of now...what if i...don't?"

Those words scared him shitless and never again will he EVER try to piss you off in any way possible.

Besides getting scared, seeing you kick ass with your cute ghosts and fire he literally looks at you like "🤩"

Man will probably write an anime or manga based off of you, most likely with the titles like..

"A Cute Girl Who Has Fire Powers Gets Isekai'd Into My World And I Fall In Love With Her!"

r/cringe

JUST KIDDING STILL LOVE U JAPAN

Since you're respectful around him though, he'll let you into hi personal space usually and let you hug him. Cute!

"Hey~ Japan? What's this book about? Hent–"

"Ah, (Y/N)-san. Wourd you like a demonstration?"

I'M SORRY I HAD TO I'M THE BIGGEST JAPAN SIMP 😭

Germany

"Zhat is enough, (Y/N). Back into the timeout bucket."

Treats you like a child(e)

Like please calm down sir, we get it, you're protective. But girl probably a lot stronger than you damn.

You ain't having any of it. Just...run away and have him chase you for 5 hours straight until he gets tired.

Though i guess he finds you cute. He "guess".

Lmao sir you fell in love anyway. I win this damn bet, give me my 100 yen or you P E R I S H

Dating Germany is probably the most hell you'd have. Though he's nice and all you wanna stop him waking you up for morning jogs like you ain't tryna get muscles–

Unless he invites your bestie Prussia then i guess maybe.

Ya'll legit have such an awkward clown relationship help

"So..hey! You saw those fireworks?~"

"Ja."

"..."

"..."

"Okay. Uh.."

"...💪🤡.."

Hates dealing with France but man, you're no normal girl. Like literally has no idea why you use the flowers he bought you as coffin decoration 😭

But don't worry, you guys'll get there soon. You just need a little more push. And for God's sake be more normal /j

Will definitely be the type to confiscate your spear if you suddenly set the kitchen in fire.

Lord Doitsu ain't having any of it today sry..

South Italy

Yay bonus character!

Used to hate you because you're too cute to be real /j

Everyone also freaked out when you said you were dating Romano like hello?? This april fools or sumn?

Spain teased him so bad the poor guy had to punch him in the face LMAO that was so uncalled for. Mans made you apologize instead becaude his just went no thanks–

"RAGAZZA WTF ARE YOU DOING?!" 🤡

"Oh Romano~ nothing, just decorating your house!" 😌

When you said decorating, well i mean decoration as his covering his house head to toe with coffins, skulls, and all the sort. He loves you but please...

This is too much for his heart to take–

When he saw you getting all serious all of a sudden though, he fell over his chair. Pretty sure EVERYONE did.

When you and Italy objected to America's idea in a World Meeting, ya'll went BERSERK 💀

Well, mostly you. But you get what i mean. Literally took out your Staff of Homa and pointed it at his neck. It'll be up to you to guess what he suggested that got you so pissed.

Anywaysssss– basically everyone + Belarus + Russia now knows not to mess around with you.

You could beat their ass and they'd blame it not on you..

But a damn pAinTiNG ����

Yes. A painting. Why in the name of God would they ever blame you knowing they already got the scare of their life?

So basically, Romano always makes sure to keep his distance when you aren't comfortable. He'd get obliterated into the 6th dimension lol

Have a long life with this handsome, loving dork ❤️

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Jimbit (Jimothan X Habit) HCs courtesy of me and Mika [Part 1]

OK so

@zeromet​ FOR YOU!!!

[Plain text: For you!!!]

--Habit comes over to jimothans house for movie night and it started because habit just kinda barged in sometime?? But jimothan had such a good time with whoever was next to him he didnt notice it was Dr.Habit OMFG...!! Habits got an invite for next time though

--So this becomes western movie nights. Where they dress up and talk in western speak and embarass their husbands \lh

Habit’s wearing a cowboy hat, hair down or in a low ponytail, cowboy button up shirt with the top ones undone and flowers(PROBABLY LIKE FUCKING LILIES \POS) [Plain text: Probably like fucking lilies \pos] embroidered on it

JEANS BITCH [Plain text: Jeans bitch]

Belt too, and cowboy boots with flowers or lilies on ‘em, sleeves rolled up a bit....i recite from memory--thank you @ultimaid​ for answering an ask I had about this!! Like a year ago?? Two? Anyway heh hehhh great fashion sense!!!

Habit probably has a huge fucking hat that he brings no doorframe is safe

--Theyre super loud and excitable so its a little much for everyone else but they dont wanna ruin the fun

Parsley absolutely hates it and Nat probably fucking left the house entirely 

--trencil and kamal are just kinda at the sidelines quietly talking or silently admiring their loud lads

Putunia is at home being babysitted by Trevor???

--Habit  bangs open the door and goes YEEHAWWW PARDNER [plain text: Yeehaww pardner] and slaps jim flat on his back

Hes so fucking loud❤️(heart emoji)

Heres a drawing idea I did of Kamal and Pars hiding!!

[ID: Caption text reads: Kamal and Parsley chilling at the back of Jim and Habit’s noisy westerns movie night. 

Above is a simple base faceless, detail-less base drawing of it. Kamal is huddled with his knees together wearing ‘un-noisy headphones’ while Parsley is sideways on the floor holding himself. They are both at the back of the sofa away from ‘’insert hell noise here’’. end ID]

Kamal is like

[ID: The cursed emoji meme with red eyes and a flat wide mouth, looking away. end ID]

everyone has headaches by the end but its ok

--Now comes...cowboy kisses distrubution

The movie is damn over!!!!

Habit is caught up in the victory of the moment his heart is overflowing SO [Plain text: So] He picks up Jim and kisses his face everywhere except the mouth because thats for finger wag Trencil[ FOR NOW] [Plain text: For now]

Jim’s kinda flustered but he goes with it because Habit’s an affectionate guy

Habit went to smooch trencil too(\pl) but was stopped with THE HAND [plain text: The Hand]

And then!!!!!!!! Habit goes over to the back where Kamal is(He’s just dozing stand up; tired and sleepy) and gives him one big kissy right there  and its almost worth it to Kamal for spending that entire night there😁(smiling emoji)

--Habit drives back because Kamal’s head hurts

Jim falls asleep on the couch like every old dad does

Nat doesn’t return for several days jic but Trencil knows shes fine

--They should bring Putunia one time!!! She’d love it!!!!!!!

She’d like deck Jim though and shatter his fragile old man bones

AND PARSLEY [ Plain text: And Parsley]

Pars would mega hide then

They’d start letting her watch the normal cowboy movies they usually watch before kamal makes them change it to one less violent

Jim looks to Trencil like "do we really have to?" and Trench just needs to nod

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Extra HC: Jimothan actually changed his name to Jimothan Botch after watching way too many westerns 

When he was young he went through the names like JIMOTHAN BADONKAHONKEROOS BOTCH [Plain text: Jimothan badonkahonkeroos botch]

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 317: My Boy Was Just Like Me

Previously on BnHA: AFO randomly blew up Lady Nagant as a good reminder of why you should never make a deal with this fucking guy, smdh. Hawks was all “well if it isn’t my two best friends, Deku and Lady Nagant, both of whom I respect and love tremendously.” Everyone was all “??” and Horikoshi was all “shh... just pretend” because it was too embarrassing for him to admit that he forgot to write a couple of set-up flashbacks I guess. Anyway so Hawks got Lady to tell them where AFO was hiding out, and everyone said goodbye to her and Overhaul, who never did get to see his boss (sorry buddy, I’ll send you a vial of my tears in the mail), and headed out to a house in the woods. AFO was all “hello Deku :) :) it sure is fun making you suffer :) :) :) anyways this is a trap”, and blew up the house. Yeah, we all here are getting reaaaaaaaal tired of your shit, AFO.

Today on BnHA: The Hawksquad and Edgeplatoon meet in a warehouse and are all “what should we do about the fact that everything sucks?” Mt. Lady is all “here’s a thought, what if we tried battling AFO with more than six people.” Hawks and Endeavor are all “great initiative, but just a friendly reminder that our friends also suck and would probably betray Deku which would suck further still.” Shouto is all “ANSWER THE PHONE DAD” and Endeavor is all “[IRONICALLY DOESN’T ANSWER THE PHONE].” Meanwhile over in Sadtown, capital of Sadland Prefecture, Japan, Deku is all “All Might, as you can clearly see I am completely fine and good, never been better in fact, definitely not caught up in the throes of an epic mental breakdown which is shutting me down emotionally, anyway so on that note I would like to leave you now goodbye!!” All Might is all “[can’t actually form any words because he’s too distraught].” Fandom is all “o(╥﹏╥)o.” Horikoshi is all “(*＾-’) 乃 [pew pew finger guns and barrel rolls into the darkness].”

sweet jesus lord

this literally doesn’t even look like Deku anymore?? this looks like Dark!Deku who shows up to fight you in that one room in the Water Temple. he looks like he’s about to crawl out of my television set and murder me with his psychic powers good lord

holy shit lmao Horikoshi is really just shrugging his shoulders and resolving last week’s cliffhanger with a single line of dialogue

fire is no one’s weakness. idk what other options you’ve got, AFO, but you’re gonna have to go back to the drawing board. maybe try bees or something. I’m just saying. we’re all expecting fire at this point but nobody is expecting bees

anyway so now they’re all sitting in some warehouse somewhere chatting about it I guess. shoutout to Horikoshi for finally giving my man Edgeshot some more dialogue at long last

well, Edgeshot, to answer your question, she exploded. so naturally she’s fine

nah just kidding, Hawks says she won’t be able to help them out much because she’s recovering from being exploded. this is the part where we all ignore the fact that Hawks got set on fire for like a full ten minutes back during the War arc and was only in the hospital for a day. anyways enjoy your temporary plot hiatus Nagant

man there’s a lot of dialogue here and I’m trying to figure out where to insert commentary but it’s kinda difficult lol. basically, Edge and the others are saying that they should gather up the other remaining heroes and get them all caught up on the whole OFA situation. which, hmmmm

like on the one hand, these guys definitely aren’t going to cut it on their own, so it’s a reasonable suggestion on the face of it. but on the other hand, do we really want to entrust the OFA secret to a bunch of other people, most of whom shat the bed during the War arc to be quite frank? is it really worth the additional risk? especially given that any one of them might go spilling the beans to the public -- or worse, betray them to AFO??

also just a quick side note here, Mt. Lady’s character development never ceases to delight me. she’s become so committed to her responsibility as a hero these days, and it fucking suits her. I genuinely consider to be one of the elites now. I mean it doesn’t hurt that all the other elites are fucking dead lol but still

wait what? Death Arms retired??

Death Arms as in the guy who was too afraid of a little fire to try and save a terrified 14-year-old kid who was slowly suffocating right before his eyes?? that Death Arms???? color me surprised. shocked, I tell you

...okay but holy fuck

Death Arms. bro. my expectations for you were low but holy shit. like I’m sorry, but I don’t even have it in me to try and pretend like I feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him or Old Man Samurai or any of those other guys today. thanks for a whole lot of nothing my dude. good riddance

(ETA: so I’m rereading this the next day and realize this comes off as kind of harsh, so let me just try to clarify. it’s not the fact that he’s quitting that bothers me, to be honest. it’s the fact that he’s quitting specifically because he feels like the public is being mean to him. that’s it.

seriously. it would be one thing if he was quitting because he was scared, because now that is human. nobody wants to die, and I doubt any amount of training can ever fully prepare someone to go up against that fear. but the thing is, he never once mentions that, or talks about the danger aspect. instead, I got the distinct vibe from this speech that Death Arms is one of those people who only became a hero because of the limelight. and I just don’t have any patience for that. if all you care about are likes and subscribes then go become a fucking youtuber or some shit. nothing wrong with that! but you didn’t; you signed up to be a hero and protect these people. they gave you their respect and admiration because they trusted you to protect them. and now that they’re no longer in the mood to worship and applaud your every move on account of them being scared shitless because they’re living in the literal end times, you decide to dip. so like okay, fine then. don’t let the door hit you on the way out. anyways lol sorry for the rant.)

anyway so yeah. perfect example of why I don’t exactly have a ton of faith in most of the remaining heroes out there lol. also let me just once again give a shoutout to my best girl Mt. Lady whom I suddenly find myself appreciating all the more

“please calm down makeste. drink some water and enjoy this fresh new jeans pun” listen Horikoshi don’t tell me what to do dammit

fine. it is a nice pun, I guess

-- damn so now Endeavor’s saying that the media is already being fed info by the retired heroes. so for some of these guys it wasn’t enough for them to abandon all the people they swore to protect and to leave their fellow heroes out in the cold; they decided they might as well actively make things worse for them while they were at it, huh. like I get wanting to spill all the dirty secrets from your old job that you just quit, but this isn’t Jeff Bezos you’re screwing over, this is a sixteen-year-old kid

-- like, yes!! this, right here!!

exactly!! let’s not forget that there are already two prior instances of this happening. Endeavor arguably deserved it, but Katsuki not so much

huh. Endeavor seems to have a more optimistic outlook regarding this than I do lol

I mean, this is the same public that didn’t hesitant to blame a kidnapped child for his own kidnapping, and then later on for being the downfall of the Symbol of Peace. but okay then

anyway so blah blah blah, more talk about how they need to use Deku as bait, which basically puts them back at square one, and then they’re all just trailing off into silence and sitting around in the dark lmao this is getting very depressing

SKDJFLSDKJ:LFKJ

SHOUTO?????

NOOOOOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OH HOW THE TURNTABLES OMG. THE GHOSTER HAS BECOME THE GHOSTEE. Endeavor you petty son of a bitch. and what a brutal cut to that flashback too. “let’s stop Touya together” nah Shouto I’ve got a better idea why don’t I abandon you in U.A. and sally off with Hawks and Jeanist to found the “let’s pretend like we’re doing something to help Deku” club, which basically consists of us sitting around making terrible decisions all day long

Shouto, honey. you deserve better my little Coca Cola can. .........but if you really do have something important you need to tell your dad you could just text it to him. all the love and support, hugs and kisses, you’re doing amazing sweetie. but if you need to pass on any vital information you can just write it down and hit send honey that’s all I’m saying love

now he’s getting another call?? -- or, no, Hawks is getting a call from All Might

ARE YOU FOR REAL HAWKS OMFG

so while you all were sitting around talking about how useless you are, the kid you’re supposed to be protecting was battling another hired gun. I see. please pardon me for one second, I have a phone call to make. the phone call is to RockLockRock and Manual. the reason for the call is to apologize for calling them the worst bodyguards ever back during the War arc. the reason for the apology is because it turns out I WAS SEVERELY MISTAKEN OMFG

JESUS CHRIST DEKU DID YOU JUST KILL THIS MAN LMAO

shoutout to Horikoshi for offscreening this fight. we get it, lol. Deku strong and scary, villains ineffectual and feeble, and AFO... [checks notes] yep, still a dick. the angst arc continues

-- the angst arc continues, SIR

jesus christ I may have to rethink all of my opinions about Deku being framed for murder in movie 3 lmao. never mind. he did it, your honor

holy fucking shit Deku. “he might blow up, so please be careful” fdlskjflk jlskdjflk lwkejflk anyway so I’ve decided the explosion running gag can stay, actually

DEKU WAIT YOU FORGOT YOUR LUNCH!!

lol why do I get the feeling some serious shit is about to go down. ALL MIGHT NEVER MIND BACK OFF I THINK HE NEEDS HIS SPACE

OH MY FUCK I GASPED OUT LOUD

NO NO NO. I KNEW THIS WAS COMING GODDAMMIT BUT NO. NEVER MIND, I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT IT, I’M NOT READY TO CRY TODAY

shit. shit shit shit shit and OF COURSE all I can fucking think about is that stupid fucking prophecy and gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Deku please. please please please if you really are going to leave All Might here, please be so very careful in choosing your farewell words to him now because have this sudden horrible fear that this might be the last time you ever see him alive and oh god. oh god oh god

DEKU NO, YOU’RE REALLY NOT!?!?

I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LESS FINE IN MY LIFE, ACTUALLY????

holy shit. and the fucking callback to the prophecy now. just in case we forgot. WHICH FYI, WE DIDN’T. but that’s basically confirming that this is all still very much on the table and HORIKOSHI NEVER FORGETS oh my god someone please hold me

and the fact that Deku’s flashing back to it now too, though?? because he never forgot either, because of course he didn’t, and now all this stuff is happening, and AFO’s words are getting to him, and this is literally his worst fear come to life and so of course he’s distancing himself from everyone, and now it’s finally come to even this. even the person he admires most

-- OKAY NO, FUCKING COME ON ALREADY I CAN’T TAKE THIS

I GET IT OH MY GOD, I ALREADY UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL IMPACT OF THIS MOMENT WITHOUT ALL OF THE DEVASTATING FLASHBACKS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!! YOU ACTUALLY DO WANT ME TO CRY, HUH, IS THAT IT. THIS MAN THAT HE THINKS OF AS A FATHER, THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN EVERYTHING TO HIM SINCE HE WAS A VERY YOUNG CHILD. EVERYTHING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH, JUXTAPOSED AGAINST EVERYTHING DEKU IS UP AGAINST, EVERYTHING THAT’S AT RISK. LET’S JUST PUT IT ALL SIDE BY SIDE. LET’S JUST PILE ON ALL OF THE FEELS

(ETA: just a quick note that even though some of the posts I’ve read have described these as All Might’s flashbacks, I’m pretty sure they are Deku’s. most of these are scenes that only he was there for, so yeah. even though All Might is the one thinking the thoughts on the next page, the flashbacks are what’s running through Deku’s mind right now, and so we’re getting that emotion from both of them, which makes it extra devastating lol.)

wait, what???

WHAT??? do you really think that’s why he’s been so determined to protect you this entire time?? simply because you’re his successor?

-- oh no wait lol I think I got that mixed up, this is All Might saying that Deku feels the need to protect him. well that makes more sense lol

oh my god I cannot

his last words. his last words to him. and we can’t even see if he is smiling, like All Might always encouraged him to do. but what are the odds he can’t actually bring himself to do it. what are the odds he’s actually crying. oh god this scene is going to rip my heart out and STOMP on it in the anime isn’t it. Deku’s VA is going to full on murder me with emotion. not that there’ll be much of me left to murder after the thorough job that Horikoshi has already done here

YOU’RE CRYING. DEKU IS LEAVING ALL MIGHT AND IGNORING HIS OUTSTRETCHED HAND AND YOU’RE CRYING. AND BY “YOU” I MEAN “ME”, FUCK

nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope nope no words just feels just a big ol’ pile of feels. I do not have the strength. future me... [broadly gestures] good luck with all that

(ETA: LOL, WELL THEN.

what breaks my heart here is All Might. All Might, and everything he’s been through, and history repeating itself, and forcing him to live this moment from both sides because he wasn’t strong enough to fix things.

Toshinori had only just turned eighteen when Nana died. like, I feel like we don’t mention this enough. the All Might we know is a sixty-something-year-old man, and so everyone always talks about him like he’s basically been an adult forever. but he was a child when he met Nana. and he was still just a child when she died. barely a year older than Deku is now. younger than Mirio was when we first met him.

and we don’t talk about that. we don’t talk about how devastating that was for him. and we don’t talk about how the reason he grew up to become so reserved and withdrawn -- for all that he always tried so hard to outwardly project the image of a bold, confident, smiling hero -- was specifically because of what AFO did to him. because AFO targeted him in the exact way that he is now targeting Deku. because that’s what he does. he goes after every new user of OFA, and he finds out what’s most important to them, and then he destroys it. and for Toshinori, that was Nana. if you’ve read All Might Rising, you know that AFO basically killed her in front of him (and only killed her, while letting Toshinori and Gran get away). Toshinori (while crying) later says she was like a mother to him. and interestingly enough, during this same conversation, Gran tells Toshinori that he can see “that madness in [his] eyes” when Toshi talks about becoming strong enough to defeat AFO. madness in his eyes. sound familiar??

what’s happening to Deku now is the exact same thing that happened to Toshinori when he was a boy. AFO tried every bit as hard to break him as he’s trying with Deku now. “the path you’ve chosen is a thorny one. every battle grinds away at your soul with no end in sight.” we don’t talk about how Toshinori experienced this same thing for forty fucking years. and all the while isolating himself, exactly like Deku is doing now. pushing people away, exactly like Deku. because he never had anyone who was able to reach out and pull him back. and those words that he now finds himself frozen and unable to speak -- “don’t push yourself”; “you can rest” -- are the same words that no one ever said to him until decades later, when it was already far too late to make any difference.

everything that Deku is experiencing now is what Toshinori also went through. and it’s only now, as he watches it happen to his student, the boy he loves like a son, that he’s finally starting to realize the full extent of how wrong it was. you shouldn’t have to fight alone. you shouldn’t have to bear that kind of enormous burden alone. you shouldn’t have to push yourself, and you can rest. you can rest.

but it’s too late. just as he’s finally coming to understand it all, it’s all too fucking late. and he can’t say the words, he doesn’t know how to say the words, and then just like that, Deku is gone.

and he’s alone. again.)

I can’t. this can’t be their goodbye. I’m not ready. for this to be how they finally part, and then they never see each other again except in OFA. how is that fair. how is that fair. how is that fair

fuck me. lol. how many pages are left in this thing. let’s just wrap this up lol. so now of all the times for this fucking guy to finally show up

I can’t believe Stain has been here literally this entire time hiding behind this random wall and cutting onions. that was you who was cutting the onions, right. no need to answer that we’ll just say it was

HORIKOSHI JUST END THE CHAPTER PLEASE I’M OUT OF SPOONS. YOU HURT ME SO GOOD AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT BUT YOU NEED TO LET ME GO NOW SO I CAN BEGIN THE PROCESS OF TRYING TO PUT MY LIFE BACK IN ORDER HERE. SO WHERE ARE WE CUTTING TO NOW WHAT IS HAPPENING

Stain did you also let AFO give you a new quirk. what’s with you guys. do you like blowing up

oh nvm lol because they were talking about THIS GUY ohhhhhh my fucking god

THAT’S BECAUSE HE’S SAD, LINDA!! jesus

omfg. and so yes, good, the chapter is ending here now on page 15. for once I am FULLY on board with that lmao

anyway so tune in next week for more adventures of Werewolf Deku!! that is, assuming we don’t finally cut back to U.A. at long last, which is actually a strong possibility considering that this chapter will likely mark the end of volume 31. it sure wouldn’t kill Horikoshi to start giving us some hope after everything he’s just put us through lol. KACCHAN COME GET YA BOY