#but I’m so behind on real life painting commissions idk man

[taymartiart]

I guess I’m just a sucker for those “forced to learn to dance with your hot af enemy,” tropes.

[jontheredrc]

btw my Kirby headcanon is that Kirby 64 is a huge turning point in Dedede’s decades-long heel-face turn

we see Dedede as a reluctant ally, turning his head up at the prospect of an alliance with Kirby--but with Dark Matter running amok, possessing him and his Waddle Dees, he doesn’t have much choice

but that’s not actually what I’m talking about

after going through the trouble to steal Dream Land’s food in the first game, and the whole Gourmet Race thing...Kirby 64 is when Dedede finally meets Adeleine, a girl who can paint food and also turn those paintings into real food

suddenly, Dedede doesn’t have to go through all that trouble just to indulge his gluttony--and Adeleine has a celebrity fan and patron! this is pretty much an ideal arrangement, having someone eat all the fruit bowl still life studies out of your art studio, only that someone is also your king

and the headcanon-y part is that this is where Dedede realizes it’s nice to be nice! he’s so used to being haughty and arrogant and taking whatever he wants, but Adeleine is someone he has to be nice to, because I’m sure she’d paint up an Ice Dragon and freeze Dedede solid at the first sign of trouble from him!

whether or not Dedede could win a fight against the painted Ice Dragon is irrelevant--Dedede is lazy af, and if he can avoid all that fighting just by saying kind things about pretty art, I think he can learn that skill! plus, a gallery of fine art is a great addition to any opulent castle...maybe Adeleine is the artist behind some of those Dedede portraits he puts up around the house

maybe it is just simple manipulation on Dedede’s part at first--when he’s mean to Adeleine, she paints less, or makes mockeries of him in her art, or sics Ice Dragon on him, so that doesn’t help him get his way, you know? maybe here, too, he gradually grows into a genuinely good person whose fake appreciation becomes real appreciation

or maybe Dedede just enjoys art and has nothing but good things to say about Adeleine’s paintings from the get-go--although if that’s the case, I bet he knows a lot of art analysis concepts/techniques and tries to apply them to serious critiques, even though Adeleine’s a child and it’s not that deep...“I liked that tree, so I painted it...I like cake, so I painted one...I like Kirby, so I painted him...I like you, so I painted you”

idk man, I’m just saying, after Kirby 64, we didn’t see much of Adeleine for a very long time, but we did see Dedede mellow out significantly, so I’d like to think she’s just been very busy with commission work straight from the king

[moeruhoshi]

blah okay can you guys give me some feedback on this commission? it’s halfway done but i’m not very confident in its flow :/ idk if Natsu sounds too eager, or if things seem like they escalated too quickly for casual enjoyment

Natsu could always say that he was in charge of himself. A man of virtue and honor, he did what was right, when the situation called for it, at least. Playing pranks on his friends was an exception to this rule. He was assertive and just, spoke up when he needed to, abided by the laws of his village.

So, for someone so set in their ways to lose control of themselves every so often was upsetting. He was weak and uninhibited, sick and delirious. It was the burden that this curse had so much control over him. 

When the moon was high at night, the waning and waxing visual came back each month to remind Natsu that he was weak.

Before anyone could find him on the brink of insanity, the dragon hid away, outside the boundaries of their home. It was a cave in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the lush overgrown ends of the forest. He hibernated for about a week, sleeping off the crazed strength and lust that his instincts harbored.

He never had any problems with this ritual of his, going off a day or two before his heat, falling asleep before he was too far gone, then returning home a week later feeling right as rain. 

But, Natsu could truly never account for the time he lost, deep in that uninhabited cave. He woke up feeling refreshed and happy that his strength had returned, so there was nothing to be worried about. His inner dragon was sneaky in this manner. 

Surely it was impossible for such a raging beast to sleep for the only time it was allowed consciousness. From the first time Natsu had made his way out there, the dragon had had his own fun.

It was a purely coincidental thing, maybe he would have stayed asleep if she hadn’t appeared before him.

A girl, a couple inches shorter than himself, a blonde with curious eyes and a beautiful body. But a sin to even hold the sight of.

Women came from the other side of the forest, a village known as enemies of his own. No one had ever seen one before, but it was forbidden to even approach the line between both people. 

This cave resided outside of both territories, so Natsu didn’t think anyone would ever find this place.

The dragon picked up her erotic scent as it wafted between the trees, whispering and luring him out of slumber. 

The girl was quite sane herself, knowing better than to wander about the woods without anyone to watch her back. She was a nymph of the moon and stars, skin bright and sparkly as if she bathed in pixie dust.

She liked to hang around the line between both villages, hoping that one day she would be able to catch sight of the mythical being known as man.

Her name was Lucy and she liked to read. There were books and stories scrawled messily into makeshift journals kept by the elder. She read to the girls, stories around the campfire, telling them of ancient women, battles, and hardships. But there was one book, a secret journal that Lucy had come across when returning a borrowed book.

It was by Mavis Vermillion, one of the first chiefs ever to reign over their small village. Legends had said she was killed by a bear, dragged off for her body never to be discovered. (It was bound for things to get mixed up after a few hundred years).

Her journal told of her travels and experiences, as well as the issues she had to deal with as chief. Halfway into the book, her inquisitive thoughts ceased and instead, a wonderfully bright picture was painted.

It told of a magic called love, one so strong and forceful that she had to leave everyone she cared for behind. 

She met a man, a dark dragon named Zeref, one day in the woods. She was frightened, of course, but intrigued. Mavis had never met one of his kind before and was shocked to see that he hadn’t razor-sharp teeth or claws like a beast. 

He was kind and cute and sweet, and as time grew on, they only grew closer. She met him once a month, under the blank light of the moon, hidden in a cave just beyond the villages reach.

The two ran away not long after, wanting to spend every day together, no longer only once under the new moon.

It was terribly romantic, and to a nymph who could only dream of the touch of man, was it a tale of hope. She wanted to meet someone like Mavis had, to fall in love and run away. 

Lucy wouldn’t be able to understand her cravings until she met Natsu. There was a side of her that would become unhinged as well, but she would be lucky enough to keep her memories.

She decided on that fateful day to go out and see if this cave was real, to see if Mavis and Zeref had truly existed and rendezvoused together in this secret location. 

She often went off for days, berry picking and herb collecting, so no one would be the wiser to her disappearance. 

It took a couple hours of walking to reach the edge of their territory, her excitement peaking with every step.

There it was, the entrance wrapped with vines, its expanse hidden deep within this tall cliffside. Her skin buzzed with adrenaline and some wariness, but Lucy wasn’t scared. She had to know if it was true, if the life she wanted was a real possibility.

His nose perked up at the approaching scent, dormant lust and hunger residing in the pit of the stomach of whoever neared his hiding place. He shifted on the animal skin he’d thought to bring along, raising himself on all fours in case he needed to attack. He lit the lining of the cave with small bursts of fire as a precaution to ward any traveler away from him.

Lucy was naive. Anything out of the ordinary she saw could only be a magical reveal, something exciting and new to find. When she entered the cave and bore sight to these flames, she was impassioned with impression. Had this been a spell Mavis had cast? 

Her fingers brushed against the flames, delighted by the way they bounced and waved under her touch. They didn’t burn, wouldn’t have even if they could. She was a nymph of the stars after all, and their heat slept underneath her skin.

The dragon watched, impressed that she could withstand the heat of his flames. A purr rose in his throat; he needed her. It was just something about her that made him feel...feral. The instinct-driven being would not foolishly set aside the chance to sate his heavy desires.

He stood up, approaching her with confident strides, his face blank and authoritative. 

She turned around at the sound of sand crunched underneath the sole of someone’s shoe. A gasp rose in her throat and was caught when he stood before her. 

He was tall, muscular, strength and mana practically rolling from his chest. His pink hair was interesting, as were the red scales that patterned his skin at random.

“W-Who...are you?” Lucy gulped, her heart beginning to beat at a rising pace. She wasn’t scared of him, rather much more afraid that her eyes were lying to her in this moment.

“I should be the one asking you that,” His voice was deep and practically shook the cave walls. Lucy felt her ears burn, just the slightest as he stared intensely down at her. “You’re intruding,”

“Oh! I’m so—I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone lived here, rather, um, I-I, I was just here looking for something! Someone...I don’t really know.”

“And who would that be?” A slight smirk curled its way onto Natsu’s face, his sharp canines protruding past his smug look. 

“A...a dragon…” Her breath left her body in shaky waves, unsteady lips falling victim to the shape of his own.

“Care to tell me what you intend to do with me? Woman,” She pressed her back to the wall as he stepped closer into her personal space, the warmth of his breath making her shiver ever so slightly.

“I...didn’t—don’t have a plan,” She gulped, holding in a squeal as his hand began to glide down her exposed midsection. “I didn’t expect you to really be here…”

“Then...tell me what you want to do now that you’re here, with me,” The deep vibrato of his voice, the gentle purr that glided our along with it, the warm touch of his hand experimentally on her body...Lucy had read the last chapter of Mavis’ journal carefully and with much embarrassment. There were things that a man and woman could do together that had been failed to be taught directly to her. It was most definitely a taboo ritual, from the first kiss to the consummation of such a sinful dance.

The dragon was working fairly hard to hold himself back, the urge to seduce this woman back into the depths of this cave was overpowering. Had she known that he could see through her innocent guise? The words she spoke clearly hid her intentions. The gaze she bestowed upon him, the obvious curiosity and lust. He could smell right down to her core, the burning passion that drove her, would control her if he could bring it out of her.

Lucy braved her nerves, hands slowly reaching out to settle upon the dragon’s chest. She blushed as he purred, staying still as to allow her a moment to decide just what she intended to do. 

There wouldn’t be another opportunity like this, to be with a man, one whose first action was not to attack and maim her. She knew he could if he wanted to, yet he hadn’t and spoke rather sweetly to her. At least he was more kind than those stories of barbarian men she’d been hearing all her life. 

Her body buzzed as if knowing what to do before she knew it herself. Her breath was quick as her heart began to beat, the blonde decidedly making the first move.

She moaned softly, pressing her lips to the tanned skin of the dragon’s chest. He continued to rumble with purrs as she went on with this light action, small and brief kisses peppered in odd places. She looked up at him, two fingers pressed against his left nipple.

“I’m Lucy,” She mumbled before folding her lips over the hardened bud, her tongue smoothly gliding against it.

“Natsu,” He panted, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he suppressed his wants. There was no use in forcing her, he’d take things slow until she was past the point of saving, that he was all she could think of.

Once Lucy began, her body seemed to go into auto-drive. It knew what she wanted to do and how to do it, Natsu waiting expectantly for her next move.

A kiss, how she dreamed of her first kiss. Mavis had written about everything from a small peck to a passionate tongue-tied battle.

Her hands moved subtly to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to her wanton lips. 

There were no other words shared between them before they kissed, nor after they shared that first embrace. It was long and slow, warm and revealing. Lucy had found what she was looking for, something to sate the desperate curiosity that rumbled ever so terribly in her heart. The headache Natsu’d been having left as he held her against him, his body releasing its tension without resistance. 

It was only their lips at first, softly molding together, parting only to come back together, deepening their connection. He reclaimed her lips with subtle growls that rolled off his tongue, brandishing Lucy with an echo of his indecent delight. His hand found purchase in her hair, threading his fingers between the silken strands as he brought her closer to him. 

Lucy gasped as he nipped lightly on her lower lip, the dragon taking that motion as an invitation for more. He purred at the first taste of her tongue after coaxing it out. She was sweet like syrup, and addictive like the succulent oil that dripped from venison. He groaned as she followed his direction, instinct leading her through every step.

Her back pressed further against the rocky wall, Lucy hissing as one jagged edge, in particular, marred itself into the small of her back. Their lips parted as she whined, Natsu huffing as he glared at the object that stole her attention.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry…” Lucy said with a breathy pant. Natsu stared at her reddened lips, swollen from his torment.

“Has this satisfied your curiosity?” The gravelly voice of the dragon asked, though he already knew the answer. From the way her body twitched when his fingers brushed against her skin, to the sweet scent emitting from the sodden center between her legs.

“I…” Lucy couldn’t hide her dejected look, not knowing if that was his invitation to ask for more or a subtle way telling her to leave. She didn’t want to be honest and embarrass herself, but asking him to do more seemed selfish.

The dragon felt his scales bristle at the not so innocent conflict that went through her mind. She was proving to be an interesting find, maybe he’d keep her around longer than he intended.

“Come over here,” He took her hand and led her deeper into the cave, small wisps of flames extinguishing behind them. 

It was dark but warm, and a large animal’s hide was laid out on the ground.

“Tell me something,” Natsu began as they stood beside the blanket. “What is your fascination with dragons? Why were you looking for one?”

“Um,” Lucy cleared her throat and spoke with a blush on her cheeks. “I...I wanted to—to fall in…! In love...in love with one…”

“Oh?” The dragon smirked and chuckled as she pouted with adorably red cheeks. “That’s ambitious.”

“No need to make fun of me,” She muffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I think it’s cute,” He hummed, his hand falling to settle on her waist. “And I have no problem granting your wish,”

“Really…?” Lucy felt her optimism skyrocket as he nodded his head, bringing her against his chest once more. “B-But why?”

“Hmm,” The dragon shrugged his shoulder and walked her onto the pelt. “Do I need a reason?” He pressed his lips to her cheek, then up to her ear. “To be with someone...in new and interesting ways?”

Natsu sat down first, holding Lucy’s hand as he beckoned her to sit with him. He was not as far gone as most would assume a beast of his nature be. He was much more calculated and careful, seeing the innocent yet excited gaze that Lucy projected while he took her into his lap.

“I’ll teach you something,” Natsu grinned as he lit his pointer finger with a small flame. “Since you want to be with a dragon,”

“O-Okay,” Lucy gulped but nodded with confidence, ready to do anything she was asked of.

“I want you to be comfortable with every part of me,” He said seductively,