#did i make a design for sandwich just for this drawing?

[ozzgin]

So like unsure if this is worth meentioning or not, but I drew what I think the yandere school and darling school will look like, can you take a wild guess which is which?

(Sorry if the image is shit, the drawing was TINY)

I thought you were going to say you drew some characters, not like, whole 3D buildings. Holy cow, as someone who's (unsuccessfully) made the occasional house in Sims 4: big flex. I'm jealous.

At the time I started writing this post, I did notice the tiny scribbles on the welcome signs. So while the answer has been found, I will give you my pre-discovery reasoning as to why both cases work (at least in my mind).

First picture immediately made me think of a cute, dreamy school made for Darlings. Everything is nice and welcoming, you've got a little pond and a particularly slithering path, made for cozy walks. They're not in a hurry. They take their time, admire the scenery, and potentially miss out on someone stalking them: the true nature of a Darling.

But then I thought, well, alternatively, this could be an old, prestigious building fit for Yandere School and its rich history. It's imposing, somber, away from the city bustle, with a big tower so them hawk ass students can spy on others and hone their skills. The stalking tower.

For the second drawing, my initial assumption was "this must be a prison structure to keep the maniacs away from civilians". The closed inner courtyard and fat gate to the right ensure that the yandere students won't escape to do some borderline criminal tomfoolery. Eat your sandwich inside, you damn crazy rascal. Every now and then the nurse will receive a student with small burns or superficially stabbed rump: a failed attempt at jumping the electric, barbed fence to chase after (Y/N) (the only one allowed outside during school time).

Then I started doubting my theory. The opposite may be just as true: the inner yard and gated community could keep the danger outside instead. In other words, making sure that the poor Darling students can enjoy their breaks without the dangers of being stalked. Or maybe it's where they train their potential future imprisonment. "It's a little uncomfortable", one student confesses, curled up in a cage in the designated capture area. "You must work on your flexibility", the teacher remarks, observant and thoughtful. "See, you're too stiff in your knees. It adds pressure. Mind you, this is a generously sized cage. Some yanderes might go even smaller, so you should be prepared."

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Inked

Tattoo artist!Carmen Berzatto x Reader

3.1K | The cute, blue eyed guy does your tattoo, then he does you as well.

Smut, Mikey lives AU, improper use of a tattoo station.

Carmy, who always stops his work to make sure you’re greeted properly when you deliver their lunch.

Who gets numerous complaints from the other artist in the shop when he suggests ordering sandwiches at The Beef during lunch for the third time that week.

“You just want to see he girl again.”

“we’ll agree this one time, but only if you ask her out.”

Carmy, who gets stupidly jealous when you’re getting a tattoo from the guy who does your preferred style of tattoos.

Carmy, who’s pretty sure you don’t even know his name.

So when you come into the shop that day with the ordered sandwiches, he’s gathering the courage to ask you but he never really gets the chance. When you drop the bag at the desk as you usually do, you’re immediately chatting with Layla, the lady at the front desk, about something he can’t hear from back at his station. He sees you take a piece of folded paper from your back pocket and hand it over. A moment later he sees Layla point at different flash sheets behind her on the wall, as if she’s having you choose a style. His observing is stopped by a sandwich being handed to him.

Eventually your serious conversation seems to have ended as all that’s heard over the now resumed buzzing of tattoo machines is cackling laughter from the front desk, which he was still happily watching between his appointments. Normally he’d been sketching in between his clients. Either refining his next appointment’s design or working on new flash designs, but today his mind wasn’t anywhere near a canvas.

He did catch the guy that did your previous two tattoos linger near the front, which Carmy was a asshole move since you clearly wanted something different than usual, otherwise you would have asked for him immediately.

He shrugged at his own thoughts and went back to enjoying his sandwich and watching the scene from a distance, hoping to catch the guy’s disappointment when you picked someone else.

And as if he had spoken it into existence he saw his eyes widen and immediately scrunch up in annoyance, huffing angrilly as he stomped past carmy’s station and glaring at his smile.

His small, mental victory cheer was short lived, though.

“Yo, Bear!” Layla’s voice bellowed through the shop. “Get your ass over here for a sec.”

With every step he took to the front he got more curious about what was on the piece of paper you had brought with you, but he was also feeling better with every glare he got from mister rude guy.

He stopped at the counter, leaning on it and awaiting his friend’s explanation for calling him over.

Layla scoots him the paper with a “She loved the coloring on these,” as she points at the open binder filled with colored pencil drawings. “You think you can work that into this design she brought?”

Carmy lets out a laugh as he picks up the paper and looks it over, already picturing what he’d do with it color-wise and looks back up to you. “So, you want this exact linework with this color palette," with a gesture that moves from your picture, to his open binder. "But with this type of coloring?" He looks at you with his fingers on a watercolor piece with soft pastel tones under smooth curves of a globe, a waterfall flowing from one ocean into the soft blue background. The design looked like an upgraded version of the small line only piece he had on his arm.

“If that’s possible, yeah.” You nodded excitedly before looking back at him. “It is possible, right? If not I’ll think up something else or whatever.” The disappointment your own thoughts were causing you was clear on your face, so much Layla almost felt bad for you.

A hand on your arm quickly made the thoughts disappear. “I’ll make it work, yeah. I got this.” He takes a pen and writes down the design details in he upper corner. “So, how soon do you wanna get this done? I got some open spots not too far out.”

“Really? I got this week left before we close the shop for renovations so I got all the time then.” You bounced on your heels from excitement as you worked out the appointment details and he handed you his card. “Thank you so much!” You put the card in your back pocket and looked around for a clock. When you spotted one you realized just how long you had been there. “Shit, I gotta go! If I walk fast I’ll make it back before my break is over. see you in two weeks!” You waved to them and called out a goodbye over your shoulder as you jogged out of the front door.

~~~

You kept the little appointment card in your phone case, getting more and more every day.

You got so giddy about it, the Beef staff teased you about it endlessly during the first week of renovation, up to the second you walked out of the door on your way to the appointment.

Arriving at the shop without your work attire or a bag of food felt strange but you were insanely excited. During your waiting time you had been stalking Carmen's artist instagram as well as the parlor's. You had initially picked Carmen as your artist for this piece because of his style, but after really taking a close look at his new posts your mind was already collecting more and more plans for him to cover your body with. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't been enjoying those tattoo hot take videos of theirs. Honestly you were glued to your phone whenever either page posted something new.

You arrived early so you quietly sat down at the front after saying hi to Layla. From your spot you could see Carmen busy getting his station ready for you, your quickly folded, printed design taped to an armrest.

After a couple of minutes he came up to you, offering you something to drink before walking you to his station.

"So, you nervous?" His sweet smile made all of your nerves disappear and smile back confidently. "Not anymore now that you're here." You couldn't help it, you were so much more excited for this piece than your first ones.

Maybe because this is the first big one, or maybe because of the intricate colors. Obviously because of the insanely cute guy being up close and personal with your thigh for hours.

It surprised you how much effort he had put into your piece. "We never discussed the size, only the placement so I printed the linework in different sizes." He looks at your leg, comparing the prints. "Look in the mirror for me? Which one do you prefer?" His eyes follow yours through the mirror as he moves the stencils onto your leg one by one. "The second one, but maybe a bit higher up?" You leaned in slightly to tap your leg up t where you want the design to be and Carmen follows your taps, holding the paper carefully for you to judge in the mirror. “Yeah, that’s perfect!” You smile at him, following his movements as he puts the sheet between the foils and transfer paper and runs it through the machine. After cutting the piece out again he grabs a sharpie and kneels down in front of you. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to stand perfectly straight for me.” He puts his hands on your hips to turn you all the way to the mirror and places the piece of transfer paper onto your leg. “Right there, yeah?” “Yeah.” You stare as he takes the sharpie and marks its position before taking it off again. He grabs a bottle of liquid and puts some on hi8s gloved fingers to rub it onto your skin. “Okay now stay still.” He steadily holds the paper between his fingers, his pinkies resting against your skin for stability as he carefully lines up the markings and smoothes out the design onto your leg. Giving it a few careful brushes to make sure it stuck everywhere, he gives it a once over and peels it off carefully, checking if it transferred fully.

You watched him work with his full attention on you, no chatting with the other guys or casual conversation. Only making sure you’re getting the best work. When the stencil was fully off your leg he got back up again. “While that dries, lets go over colors.” With a hand on your lower back he led you towards the small desk hidden behind the bar like wall that separated the stations from the front of the shop. “This is what you brought,” His hand splayed out on the desk. “And this is what you requested for the coloring.” carmen opens a leather binder and pulls out a couple of pieces of paper, turning them over and placing them down for you to check. “Holy shit.” It was all you could get out, honestly. You had imagined what the finished concept would look like, but this was so much better.

“This one has the original colors your print has too, and then these two have small edits that I personally thought would look better on skin.”

The first one was what you requested, but the other two had such a better palette. “That one.” You put your finger on the last one, it had the best balance of the original colors and Carmen’s additions. “Yeah, that’s gonna be the one.” The excitement in your voice and that little bounce when you announced your decision had his heart do a flip. He smiled back at you and went to grab and prep all the colors needed for his work. “Go lay down for me? Make sure you’re comfortable and don’t touch the stencil.” You stared and nodded, hands behind you as you backed up against the leather seat and hopped on. He followed your movements while shaking multiple ink bottles. “Or stay seated, I guess, if you want to watch me work.”He smiled at your shocked blush as he turned back to his toolbox table and started pouring colors into tiny tubs. You watched as he compared needles, holding them to the printed line work and placing every needed item neatly on his workbench.

A few buzzes from the machine indicated the end of his setup.

“Okay now you really gotta lay down.” With a gesture of his hand he rolls over with his seat and positioning your seat so he can easily work on your thigh. Once he had you comfortable and got ink on he needle he gave you one last word that he was gonna start. You gave him a thumbs up in response. He looks up at you, raise brows as he asks again. “I’m gonna start now, you good?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m good to go.”

With that said he rubbed vaseline over the bit of skin where he decided to start and carefully pulled the needle across your skin. The scraping burn felt painful at first, but with time it faded into a dull feeling as you stared up at the ceiling catching Carmen’s gaze from time to time whenever he asked if you were doing okay or needed a drink.

By the time the lines were finished the rest of the artists had left for the day. Even Layla came by to have a look at he progress before she called it a day. You sat up and accepted the glass of soda, looking around the empty shop. "We usually don't do tattoos today. Just bookings and designing." He spends a moment cleaning his machine, changing to a different needle for the colors. "I got lucky and have most of my scedule filled out for the upcoming time, so I could take you today." He finishes up prepping for color and cleans off your leg once more with a quick "sorry.". You swore the alcohol on the towel hurt more than the needle.

“You good to start on colors?” You gave a nod in response and laid back down. “Yeah, let’s go!” He gave you an approving smile, loving that you answered him immediately this time.

The colored reference you chose was taped to an armrest next to you. Carmen studied it for a bit, choosing the best order of colors. Again, the buzz of the machine notified you of the start of round two. You kept your breathing even through that first burning moment again and laid still, relaxed and content. The two of you made some stupid small talk, joking here and there. Whenever silence took over for too long he’d start narrating whatever part he was currently coloring, or you would ask tattoo trivia questions that he’s happily answer for you.

The hours passed way quicker than you expected and before you knew it your leg was being cleaned up for the last time and you were carefully helped off the leather seat to take a look in he mirror. With a hand on your back he led you closer to the wall. “Man, walking feels weird now.” You mention and get a laugh in response. “It’ll have faded by tomorrow morning.” He looked at you from his spot beside you, taking in the way you’re staring at your new art piece in awe. “so?” His hand slid a little lower, squeezing right at the hem of your shorts. “What do you think?” His eyes were still on yours as he asked. “It’s perfect, holy shit Carm you’re amazing.” Your thigh was now decorated with the bold, black cartoony linework of a carebear, colored with pinks and blues, beautifully blending into each other and its details done in such smooth thin lines you could stare at it forever.

Your gaze left your tattoo and turned to the side, staring right into his eyes. Your eyes flicked over to his lips for a second before you grabbed his curls at the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your sudden move caught him off guard but he quickly returned the kiss, one hand slipping lower onto your ass and the other one holding your hip to make sure you wouldn't rub your freshly tattooed skin against his jeans.

“Lets get that leg wrapped up, shall we?” He guided you back to his station to wipe and wrap your thigh, securing the wrap with pieces of tape.

You were leaned against the large seat with Carmen kneeling in front of you, his eyes on yours. In a moment of confidence you put your hand in his hair, carding your fingers through his curls as his hands moved up to the hem of your shorts waiting for your permission.

A tug on his curls lets him know him he could go ahead, carefully pulling down your shorts and panties while making sure he's not dragging the fabric over your wrapped up skin.

Looking up through his lashes he hooks your leg over his shoulder and inches closer until he's right at your centre. "You got no idea how long I've wanted to do this." With that he closes the gap amd his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging over your slit in a broad, slow stripe.

"Fuck, Carm.." Your fingers curled into his hair and  pulled him even closer. His nose brushed against your clit and his tounge easily slid into you, tasting all of you. His moans vibrated through you, having you buck your hips into him almost riding his face. He pulls away for a moment to breathe "Taste so good.. Bring this over for me next time you do a food run?" He jokes with his head against your good thigh, those bright blue eyes staring up at you.

You let out a breathy laugh. "Only on food runs?" The hand in his hair moved down to his jaw to guide him back up. His hands find your hips and in a moment his lips are back on yours. "Gotta thank my brother for always sending you over," He kissed along your jaw. "Got high, spilled about my little crush on the pretty one that brought our lunch that day." Moving your head your lips find his earlobe. "Chef may or may not have heard me talk about the cute artist with the blue eyes and pretty curls a couple of times.."

He smirks against your cheek and steals a kiss before grabbing you by the hips and turning you around.

One hand moves up to your back and presses forward so your upper body is laying against the cool leather of the tattoo chair, while the other kept your thighs at a small distance from the chair. With your head resting on your forearms you look back at him admiring you. When he caught you staring he gave you a quick look with raised eyebrows, looking down at where your ass was pressing against the front of his jeans before looking back into your eyes. A smile and a wiggle against him as response told him enough as he pulled his sweats and boxers down far enough to take out his cock ad rub it between your folds. “Don’t tease, Carmy.. Just put it in,” You press your hips into his again, practically begging him. “please..”

With a roll of his hips he pushes in slowly and leans down to kiss down your spine and softly bit your shoulder blade before setting a steady pace, holding your hips close to his so he won’t accidentally shove you into the chair. Your sighs and moans are sounding trough the parlor as he fucks into you with rhythmic thrusts. “You’re not charging me extra for the happy ending, are you?” Your smartass remark only got a pull on your hips and rougher thrusts as a response. He kept up his fast pace until you were seeing stars and his thrusts started getting sloppy. His forehead was pressed against your back as you clenched around him, taking a few more snaps of his hips before he stilled with a moan. “Shit, if you let me do this more often I might even let you walk out without paying at all."

You shifted so you could look back at him, sweat and curls stuck to his forehead, a tired amile on his face. "Fetch me something to clean up with and I will."

You both got cleaned up and laughed together, chatting about all kinds of stuff. Planning a small dinner date during opening night at the restaurant and betting on how each of your work teams would respond to the two of you dating.

You did end up not having to pay for the tattoo.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: lets all pretend Mikey runs the Beef and shit never went bad.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 12

Warnings- Angst, threats, manipulation, touching without consent, mention of guns.

Steve's voice rang out, a playful complaint directed towards Bucky. “Hey, don't start without me,” he said, a hint of frustration in his tone.

Bucky chuckled, clearly unbothered by Steve's complaint. “Don't worry punk, let’s just take her home.” he replied with a smirk.

“NO!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

Steve just chuckled, seemingly amused by your reaction, booped your nose. “You're so cute, baby doll.” he said with a smug grin.

You stood your ground, firmly stating your refusal, “I'm not going anywhere with you both!” you declared.

Bucky let out a sigh and removed his head from your neck, his hand moving to cup your face.

He looked at you intently, his eyes locking onto yours. “Doll,” he said, his tone firm, “you belong to us. Don't be stubborn. You know how we can just take you.”

Bucky then winked at you, a playful gesture designed to provoke a reaction. You met his gaze, your expression filled with disbelief and disgust.

Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but Steve intervened, stopping him in his tracks.

“You just can't wait to have her, right?” Steve taunted.

Bucky shot Steve a glare before responding, “Shut up, punk,” he retorted. “I'm making up for lost time, and this is your fault too. You could have been more careful with Peggy.”

Steve smirked at Bucky's comment, clearly unrepentant about his actions.

As Steve and Bucky continued their conversation, their grips on you loosened, creating an opportunity for you to escape.

But just as you were about to reach the door, Bucky suddenly grabbed you from behind, his grip firm on your waist.

You could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer, his body pressed against yours. As he grinded against you, you could feel his growing desire, his hands resting on your hips.

“Uh-uh, doll, you can’t leave...” he murmured huskily, his tone filled with a hint of warning. “don't make it any hard for anyone, be a good girl and come with us.”

You tried desperately to escape Bucky's grasp, shaking your head in protest. “No!” you exclaimed, trying to wriggle free.

But your efforts were in vain as Steve stepped in front of you, effectively trapping you between them. You were firmly sandwiched between the two men.

Steve took hold of Bucky's hand and started to slowly raise it up, stopping just below your breasts.

You squirmed and struggled, trying with all your might to break free. But their grip was unyielding, and Steve smirked as he asked, “How does she feel, bud?”

Bucky's response was a soft kiss on your temple followed by his fingers lightly, almost touchingly, grazing your breasts.

Just as things started to escalate, the entrance door suddenly banged open, drawing everyone's attention. Lloyd and Nick stood there, their expressions filled with a dangerous intensity that could only be described as deadly.

There was a tense silence in the room, as the two men stared at Bucky, Steve, and you, their eyes locked onto the compromising position they'd found you in.

The sight of Lloyd and Nick was a welcome respite for you, their presence seeming to bring some sense of normalcy. As Lloyd pointed his gun at Steve, you could barely contain your relief.

“Lloyd! Nick!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with a mix of fear and relief.

Nick mirrored Lloyd's action, aiming his own gun at Bucky.

“I saw Barnes yesterday,” Lloyd said, his voice hard and steady. “And Rogers, I was watching your bitch while he was following her!”

Despite the guns aimed at them, Steve and Bucky appeared unfazed. Steve casually addressed Lloyd, saying, “Hansen. What a displeasure to meet you.”

Bucky chimes in with a nonchalant tone, “What brings you here?”

Both men exuded an air of aloofness, as if the presence of guns did nothing to rattle them.

Lloyd's voice echoed through the room as he shouted, “I'm going to tell you this only once. You will leave Sugar alone. She's been through enough thanks to you both, and you don't want to mess with me. You'll regret it, and you won't be able to get rid of that regret.”

His words held a clear warning, hinting at the potential consequences if Bucky and Steve didn't comply with his demand.

Bucky, being the cocky man he was, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark. “We were having such a good time, and you had to ruin it for us, right doll?” he said.

Steve chimed in, sounding annoyed. “I had told you, let's go home, but you just wouldn't listen.”

Despite the tense situation, Bucky and Steve seemed unfazed, their cocksure attitudes on full display.

Lloyd's growl was filled with irritation as Nick's patience began to wear thin. “I'm warning you for the last time,” he growled. “Let her go before me and Lloyd cut you into pieces.”

But Bucky and Steve didn't take the threat seriously. They burst into laughter, as if Nick had just told a joke.

With a smug expression, they both let go of you, standing in front of Nick and Lloyd. You quickly moved, seeking refuge behind Lloyd and Nick.

Steve's voice took on an icy edge as he issued a warning. “Now, I'm warning you. You can't risk killing us in public.” he said, his tone firm.

Bucky then joined in, adding, “You know they will shut down the place, and the poor kids won't have any money. Doll will be all alone because of you two.”

Their words hung in the air as they continued to face off with Lloyd and Nick, their expressions still cocky and unbothered.

“Y/n's aunt built this place, with so much struggle and hard work. But it will get shut down if you kill us here. Who would want to enter a cafe where murder takes place?”

You couldn't contain your anger any longer and blurted out, “I hate you both.”

Your words came out through gritted teeth, the bitterness and resentment apparent in your voice. It was clear that the recent events had pushed you to your limits, and your patience had frayed.

Lloyd's gaze was filled with anger as he growled, “Let's kill them.”

Nick, displaying more restraint, shook his head. “As much as I want to, we can't kill them in public. The authorities will shut down the place,” he said.

You looked at them with a mixture of desperation and resignation. “No...” you said quietly, your voice laced with worry. You couldn't let this place shut down, because of Steve and Bucky.

Your aunt didn't deserve this. Not did May, Happy, Peter and MJ.

Your emotions boiled over, and you shouted at Bucky and Steve with all your might, “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”

Your voice echoed through the room, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. You stood your ground, pointing towards the door, demanding that they leave immediately.

Bucky let out a scoff and turned to Steve. “Steve, we should go. Just wait till she comes back to us. Trust me.” he said, his eyes glinting with confidence.

Steve nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips, “Okay.”

“I'd never leave you, doll.” Bucky said.

Steve turned his focus onto you, a condescending tone in his voice. “He's right, baby doll, and you can't trust Lloyd. You're just a pawn in his boring life. he remarked.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, you were not about to take his words to heart. You smirked back at Steve.

“Like you did? Oh wait, Lloyd has different ways to get revenge. Sex never has been one of them. I wonder how he will cheat?” you replied sarcastically.

Lloyd chuckled and responded, “Aww Sugar, you know me so well.”

Meanwhile Nick went to free Peter and MJ.

Lloyd's voice was firm as he addressed Bucky and Steve, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “This is your final warning.” he said sternly. “Stay out of our business and stay away from Y/N. She wants nothing to do with you both. Now off you go, shoo, and eat shit.”

He stood firm, his gaze unwavering, making it clear that he meant what he said and would not tolerate any disobedience.

Bucky and Steve glared at Lloyd before reluctantly leaving, but Steve couldn't resist tossing a parting remark in your direction. “Just wait and see, Y/n,” he warned, “He will cheat on you. You are ours, don't you forget that!”

As soon as they were gone, you crumpled into Lloyd's arms, relief flooding through you. “I'm so glad you are here...” you mumbled, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and safety in his embrace.

Lloyd smiled gently as he reassured you, “I'm always with you, Sugar.” He planted a comforting kiss on the top of your head.

Soon, Peter and MJ rushed to your side, embracing you in a tight group hug. “Don't you dare feel sorry for those two, shit heads!” they warned, with smiling faces.

You made the decision to close the café for the day, and as you observed Lloyd giving orders to his men to fix the door, you couldn't help but secretly suspect that he might have a business of selling doors on the side.

Before Peter and MJ left, you made sure to give them a stern warning. “Peter, MJ, call or text me when you guys reach home, okay?” you said, trying to maintain a serious expression, but they couldn't help giggling in response. They nodded and bid farewell to everyone, including Lloyd, who was still glowering at them.

Nick then stepped in and placed his hand gently on your shoulder, guiding you towards the car.

Lloyd's expression turned even more sour as he saw this, but Nick simply winked at him, adding a little more mischief to the situation.

Nick leaned in and watched as Jensen typed away on the keyboard, revealing that Bucky had been following you around town.

Upon hearing this, Lloyd seethed with anger, his voice filled with a primal fury. “He followed her around town? How dare that bastard touch her!” he exclaimed, already making plans to break Bucky's bones.

His anger only intensified when he noticed the bruises on your body, specifically the handprints on your knees, arms, and the bite mark left by Bucky. Lloyd fumed, the sight of your injuries fueling his rage even further.

It took twenty minutes of soothing words and reassurances from you to calm Lloyd down slightly. He was still visibly upset and worried, but his expression had softened somewhat. His mind kept wandering back to the 'what ifs' of the situation.

What if he had been just a moment too late to save you? He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he hadn't arrived in time, and the thought left a heavy weight in his chest.

You let out a breath and spoke up, your voice firm and unwavering. “I won't let him use me or manipulate me into believing that cheating on me was a mere excuse to punish Peggy. I'm not a pawn in anyone's game.”

As you revealed everything, Bucky and Steve had told you, their fury, disgust, and rage only intensified.

Lloyd's expression darkened, a dark grin spreading across his features. “I'll kill them piece by piece.” he vowed, his voice filled with menace.

You watched Nick with concern, knowing that they were on the verge of taking extreme measures right then and there.

Nick attempted to reassure you, saying, “We won't kill them... not for now.” But your doubts lingered, wondering if their promise would hold.

The guys slowly began to calm down a bit as they heard your suggestion. They exchanged looks with each other, their anger gradually subsiding.

Jake cocked his head and looked at you, his stomach grumbling in agreement. “I'm kinda starving, you know...” he joked. You chuckled and nodded at your new friend, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.

The food proved to be delicious, and thankfully, none of the guys brought up Steve and Bucky again. You were relieved because you had no desire to discuss them any further. Lloyd got engrossed in a conversation with Jake as you excused yourself to head to your room.

Before leaving, Lloyd pulled you into a gentle embrace, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but smile at his affectionate gesture before he returned to join Jake once more.

Nick could sense the unease in your eyes and followed you into the room. He wrapped his arms around you, offering a comforting embrace as he spoke softly. “Hey…” “Hey…” you looked up at him.

“How are you doing? Talk to me, sweetheart. You know I'm a good listener.” You looked up at him with a weary smile, your voice tinged with exhaustion. “I don't know for how long I can keep pretending,” you admitted. “Today was a harsh reality check for me, Nick.”

Nick nodded, his expression filled with empathy. “Of course, darling...” he acknowledged. “It was worst for us too,” he continued. “Lloyd drove around like a madman. We were all so worried about you being alone with them. Poor Barber almost had an attack when he saw the pic.”

He continued holding you in his embrace, offering a supportive presence as you both reflected on the day's events.

“I hate them, Nick,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “I tried my best, but they...they still touched me.”

Nick pulled you closer, soothingly stroking your hair. “Shh, it's okay love,” he reassured you. “You're safe now. You're with us, and no one can come near you.”

“I slapped Bucky though,” you admitted. “He was misbehaving with Peter, so I had to.”

A small chuckle escaped you, as Nick momentarily lifted his head from the top of yours to look at your face before resting it back in the same place.

“I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself and the kids.” Nick replied, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You let out a small chuckle. “Good, I hope I hit him hard...” you muttered, a hint of satisfaction in your tone.

Nick offered, “Do you want me to take him down?”

You shook your head, your concern evident. “I don't know,” you sighed. “No, no, I don't want you and Lloyd to get into trouble because of me. You guys are doing more than enough for me already.”

“He won't give up so easily,” Nick pointed out, his voice soft. “Even Bucky, they both kept it together today.”

You nodded in agreement, a look of resignation on your face. “I know Steve…” you sighed. “He'll try to get me back, no matter what, with the help of Bucky.”

Nick's words filled you with a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Like Lloyd said, let them do whatever they want, but we'll show them, what we are capable of doing.” he promised firmly. “I promise you, Y/n, no one will hurt you as long as I'm alive. You have me, sweetheart. And yeah, Lloyd too.”

He rolled his eyes playfully at the mention of Lloyd and you both chuckled.

Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly to your forehead, tightening the embrace around you. Determined to protect you at all cost.

Part 11- Part 13

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[factual-fantasy]

23 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🐶

Guys, please read the FAQ in my pinned posed before sending asks, like the ask button says. You don't have to read them all- just a quick check to see if i have answered your question already and especially to see my stance on requests.

I'm not taking drawing requests at the moment. If I hit an art block and start taking requests, I'll make a post about it and update my pinned post.

Again, please just take a quick glance at the FAQ before sending in your asks. It saves both of us a lot of time. Thank you! <:)

Currently there isn't actually a plot line I'm following- its more of a "day in the life of the neighborhood" kind'a thing.

The main points of interest though is Wally's home being alive and it watches him sleep at night.. this causes Wally to have terrible sleeping problems and anxiety. But no one knows Home is the culprit..

Another point of interest is Julie secretly actually being a huge beast that is simply disguising herself as this pretty little harmless neighbor.. she truly is a nice person and loves her friends, but she has disguised herself to look this way so that people wouldn't be afraid of her. Only Frank knows what she really looks like..

And lastly, Eddie is a real human from our/another world. He was somehow brought here to the neighborhood.. he has no memory of his original life..

Oh wow!! :000 That blue one is so pretty.... 🥺💞💞

@imdonewiththisblogsblog

A BUTTERFLY WITH CLEAR WINGS?? THAT SOO PRETYYYY💞💞💞

@littlelightfish

AAA THANYIOU!! :DDDD

Octo is intended to kind'a have normal old man problems- he's kind'a far sighted, has a cranky back, gets tired easy, gets winded faster than he used to.. other than that and the natural aches and sores that came after his major injury- (that comic you're referencing) he's relatively ok! :00 (Those dizzy spells that I talked about come from when he overworks himself.. normal old man things! <:D)

Seafoam is intended to be the youngest of his siblings, and his eldest sister was a rotten egg that had kids way too young.. and her kids were ALSO rotten eggs that had THEIR kids way too young. One of those kids being Red. So because of the age gap between him and his sister, and both generations having kids at like 20 years old... Seafoam is 55-65 and Red, his great nephew, is like 4-6...

Spider crab tends to not interact a whole lot with Pinwheel and Tuna, since they are a little too high energy and loud for him. 😅 But Coco and Red are nice company. :)

Spider does worry about the crewmembers that are missing limbs or eyes.. he does his best to offer help without overstepping. Sometimes those things are sensitive to talk about.. Also Spider sure looks old, but I pictured him being somewhere in his late 30s. Stress will add a lot of age to your face... 😅

I can see Spider crab, Louis and Tuna spending the most time in the kitchen just to be around Ellie. Although if one of them comes for a visit and one of the other 2 is already there, they probably wont stick around long. <XD Spider doesn't like Louis or Tuna's noise and Tuna like's to be alone with Ellie to talk peacefully.. As to who cooks when she cant... I can see the crew eating things that don't need to be cooked until she gets better. Pre-baked bread, easy sandwiches, etc- in an emergency though I can see the crew catching fish and Louis cooking them for the crew :))

Red might have nightmares yeah.. although his family were pretty rotten so this new crew is actually rather nice.. also Coco is his favorite playmate :))

AAA THANKYIUU!! :DDD IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE URCHINS DESIGN!! :)))) Unfortunately though, I haven't thought out her backstory too much..

I'm thinking she met Cuttlefish the same time the rest of the crew did. As for what made them friends, I kind'a like the idea that Urchin can see right through Cuttle's facade. She's not used to having someone see through all her lies, see the REAL her.. and still want to be her friend. Its nice.. 🥺

and finally WAARRHGHH THANKD FOR THIS ASK! :DDD MY HEART IS FULL OF JOY READING YOUR INTEREST IN KY OCS!!! :))))

Honestly? I have absolutely no idea XD 💀💀 All I know is Poppy is the oldest and Sally is the youngest. Sally is probably around 18-20--

@spirited-splashes

WWAHGGG THABK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD ITS MY FAVORITE THING TO DRAW!! :}}}}}

@legitanawkwardmess

ALKDKJENFKJEN THATS HILARIOUS XDDDD

I haven't decided what the neighbors reactions would be since I have no plans for Julie to reveal herself.. though even if she did, I have a feeling she would want to maintain her smaller form. Even if it takes more energy..

To Julie, this body represents who she really is. Who she really wants to be. This is how she want's the world to see her. Even if the truth got out and everyone accepted her. She'd stay in her smaller form anyways..

@i-only-created-this-to-read

So far I don't have intentions for there to have been any tenants before Wally.. or at least no one will ever find out who they were or what happened to them.

As for how old Home is, I haven't decided this and its also a complete mystery to the neighbors. Poppy has lived there ever since she was a child and Home was already there when she moved in..

Now Home could get creative and find different ways to harm or even kill those it doesn't like.. but thankfully Home doesn't have any intentions to hurt anyone, especially not Wally. Home wouldn't even try to significantly hurt Barnaby, despite him getting in the way of Homes plans.. although Home cant resist the occasional stubbed toe or splinter out of frustration...

As for adding stuff to Home's body.. if Wally purposefully slapped a strip of duct tape on the wall, that wouldn't really become a part of Homes body. Things only really attach to Home if they are significant.

Examples being a new shelf. An added wall to split a room, cutting a hole in the wall and installing a window, ripping up carpet and installing hardwood floors, etc. The nail holding up a picture frame or that nail gun plugged into the wall are not apart of Home..

Though that's not to say Home cant control the outlets, it can! But that would only give Home the power to turn the nail gun on and off. Home cant make the gun fire..

As for plants, even if they engulf Home and grow in-between the floorboards, Home cannot control plants.. or if there was moss or some kind of fungus growing on the walls? If it ate away at the wood that plank would just die off and Home couldn't feel/control it anymore..

Lastly, Home being able to move things quickly is kind'a what you would imagine. Home moves them as fast as that object can reasonably move. How fast do you think you could slam a door? How fast do you think the window would slam down shut if you gave it all your might?

I hope I cleared up these questions! :00 And sorry if I accidentally missed one or two! <:D

OUUGHH I LOVE THIS!! ITS MAKING ME WANT TO DRAW THE COMIC AGAIN XDDDD

No worries! :DD

@soulful-rodent

On desktop the limit appears to be 100, I'll see what I can do! 😅Also thank you! :))

AW! :DDD I'm glad they like it! But yeah absolutely keep it to the light stuff-- my Octonauts art has a surprising amount of blood in it for a kids show 💀

(Referencing this post)

I might just be! XD🪄✨✨✨Also thank you!! :)))

@captain-skyler1987

Oof... welcome back? <:D ... sorry-

Awe! I'm glad to hear you liked my Gravity Falls stuff!! :DDD Thank you so much!! :))

@jayemover-16

Oh no no! :0 reblogging is a feature of Tumblr and is not reposting! :))

My idea is that Wally only really has sleepovers with Barnaby. He would have sleep overs with Howdy too, but that Pillar's on a pretty tight sleeping schedule/routine <XD

Now Barnaby has noticed that Wally sleeps better when he crashes at his place. Because of this he has started offering his house as a getaway for Wally when ever he notices he seems a little extra tired..

Something to note; neither Barnaby nor Wally think something is wrong with Wally's house because of this- they're just starting to think that Wally's anxiety is worse when he's alone..

Also thank you so much!! :DDDD

@wolfie-777

I don't think much would change to be honest.. they'd still be the same old Wally and Barnaby even after a species swap!

This was sent right after I commented that I'm still open to Welcome Home suggestions. Are these Welcome Home AUs..? <:0 I am unfamiliar with them..

Oof, went back and fixed it. I tend to type too fast and get slime and smile mixed up. 😅

It can be a little embarrassing when people point out my typos, mostly because every single typo I make is pointed out every single time without fail.😅💀 But no worries, I know you meant no harm-

[strarri]

here is me just rambling about kimetsu gakuen obamitsu :33 1.6k word vomit i did not reread this whatsoever and i might just continue!!

obamitsu in the kimetsu gakuen needs more appreciation… i find obanai and mitsuri’s relationship in the kimetsu gakuen just so cute and its tearing me apart GRHAHHHHH

it’s an alternate universe, so just imagine the two in a relationship without demons without trauma. i still don’t get why obanai still wears a mask even though we’ve seen the snake demon in the diner and he doesn’t seem to know her at all so i’m assuming they kept it for his signature designs sake. i understand it since there are alot of writing holes on all of the characters in the gakuen, since you do take away the demons that make them, well them?? small headcanon that obanai is just allergic to everything that it’s embarrassing

he still has issues with eating food in public and still eats small portions or nothing at all, and the writers just stuck with him being aftaid of women?? (shown in chapter 10 and the extra scene in chapter 30) so they really just kept him as obanai iguro with no trauma. it’s kind of sad that the gakuen author never mentioned a reason why he’s still the same but it is just a highschool au and there’s nothing we can do about it either way. i find it rather unfortunate that iguro barely appears in the gakuen at all

i really do love obanai and mitsuri’s wardrobe in this au though, their outfits look really comfy and even matching their personalities. a part of me doesn’t imagine mitsuri to be the type to wear revealing clothing, not that it’s a problem or anything!!!! but her vibes just remind me of a gal who lives in the fifth floor apartment taking care of 23 cats, i think she’s a cat lady. her outfits in the gakuen consists of pieces like turtlenecks, long skirts, jackets, and maybe hats and i LOVE ITT!!! considering she’s an artist as well so her outfit colors are so cute and sandwich well together

and i just love obanai’s wardrobe is like a basic middle aged teacher and it’s so funny he really is just some basic guy with or without demons…. the kind of guy who has “I 🩷 my GF”(mitsuri bought them matching mugs) or “No. #1 Snake Guy” (mitsuri gave him that as a christmas present) imprinted on his coffee mug. or OR his favorite mug is just a cute cat mug.. that mitsuri gave him….

it’s really obvious but i noticed that obanai and mitsuri are actually dating/ and their relationship is so healthy that it’s like “oh my gosh i saw a kite today” and sends a picture to the other person thinking they’d like how it looked, like they talk to eachother about EVERYTHINGG that goes on in their life, because they wish they were together in that moment!!! i think they just communicate alot and it’s adorable.. but i just noticed this cute detail in the chapter where gyomei was trying to get the cat plushy and mitsuri wanted to take a pic of tengen and him and send it to iguro because it was funnyy and the one where she was talking about her lil sushi manga.

i think their occupations in the gakuen are just really silly in general, i can visualize mitsuri stressing about her college terms and part time job and asks obanai to help her😭being a teacher is arduous work as well though so at times their schedules definitely aren’t well fitting so… i’d like to think that they visited each others places to study??work?? or just be in each others presence to lighten the stress <33

mitsuri is the cliche broke college student, working her ass off to pass her class and to pay for her month’s worth of rent soo, buying things for her own accord is probably a rare occasion for her, and obanai probably funds alot of it😭😭mitsuri isn’t the type to ask for things, so obanai probably volunteers to treat her to things like restaurants, get her nails done, buy some materials for her drawings whenever her money is in the slums, though i know mitsuri can handle herself of course!!

in one of the extra panels in chapter 30, though iguro is afraid of women, and especially eating food infront of others, he still tries his best to not upset the students who don’t deserve of it. he still thought of a solution to help the butterfly triplets with their medicine stall even if he himself couldn’t taste test their medicine and it shows that he still cares for his students, though definitely has a bad side with the lousy ones

mitsuris hobbies are like the silliest thing ever and it’s so fitting for her?? she just draws cute little characters just for the sake of making people smile and giggle and i love her for it. i think she’d go to iguro whenever she was facing writers block trying to make an outline for her manga considering he is a teacher and all??? if it were anyone else, iguro would probably think the idea of food manga was silly, maybe childish(?) but it’s mitsuri he has grown to her silliness!! if mitsuri were to ask iguro for critique or advice he’d probably have to broaden his own imagination because obanai seems like the type who can’t even comprehend the idea of walking food.. he is REALLY closed minded

mitsuri has an image of iguro where he’s like the sweetest, nicest, well adored teacher ever(maybe an overstatement?? im totally convinced) and it’s actually so funny.. like what if she found out iguro tied his students up on a daily basis and throws bottle rockets at them just for being noisy?? and even better what if this image of him still remained in her head after knowing that nevertheless??? she’s so hopelessly inlove its pathetic and it’s KILLING MEEE

i’d like to imagine that mitsuri would just text him while he was in the middle of the class and then he’d just run to get his phone the moment his gf texts him, and then someone like zenitsu goes like “mr. igurooo, how d-“ “shut up!” ???? he needs to cut zenitsu some slack but its way too funny

and and!!! even though they have phones since this au takes place in the modern era, they still send love letters to eachother crow style??? and mitsuri’s letters are designed so cutely it actually hurtsss… they’re genuinely so romantic and no shame in that at all!!!! like fuck texts look at them doing traditional romantic gestures:33

this applies to literally any other universe but i still think it’s cute, i don’t think iguro is written to have any trauma in the gakuen but he deals with ed and probably some stress from being a highschool teacher, yet mitsuri is the one person that melts those cold walls of his and he’s able to show vulnerability towards her :(( he really does his best to show how much he loves her by putting so much thought into his gifts and actions, like hell he needed help from two highschool students just to decide a gift for mitsuri but knowing her she would have love him to be with her all the same.

there is clear sign that mitsuri doesn’t doubt that he loves her at all!! there are still steps and layers in their relationship that are yet to be but mitsuri willingly waits for him nevertheless, and of course iguro waits for her as well.

i’m just so happy that there was nothing like demons and trauma to stop them from expressing their love for eachother, in the second fanbook it is mentioned that mitsuri never confessed to iguro due to the trauma from her previous marriage interview (fuck that guy) and that she has always thought he was just nice to others. which probably proves my statement from before? iguro could shoot her ex and mitsuri would still be head over heels for him?? OR MAYBE MORE????

but yeah again their relationship being official in the gakuen brings me pure bliss😭and the two wouldn’t have to embarrassingly pine for eachother until they reached their death bed. i just find their relationship so cute and intriguing, i’m dead glad it’s canon but i really wish there was more content of them shown in the anime in some way. especially mitsuri, she was barely given two minutes of screentime in the hashira training arc and it hurts me, it’s sad because her breathing style is such an awesome concept but it’ll barely be given screen time going forward. i personally love kimetsu no yaiba and its story, and i appreciate that it actually focuses on the fighting elements, but i really wish that they gave a bit more credit to one of their most significant romantic elements.. (includes hakuji and koyuki & amane and kagaya i love them) some more official art would’ve been nice i’d continue talking about this but it’s derailing from the gakuen topic😭

most of my source is just chapter 10 and some mentions from other chapters but… if you need pictures of my points i can provide. mostly?? i really just need more gakuen chapters specifically obamitsu centric it’s not funny anymore. i’d love to know how they got together and as i’m writing this im beginning to scramble my brain for ideas so i could make a fanfic outline that i’d probably just draft again… if someone were reading this post i encourage you to write an obamitsu gakuen au PLEASE.. maybe a long fic haha… but anything is enough for me really, there are barely any fics i find on ao3 considering most of the ones i find are really just obamitsu as a side ship which kinda makes me sad, i do personally aspire to become better at writing so i could start making stuff for others to enjoy as well but my time is diminishing as i have alot to do.

i think this is enough rambling<33 i’d hope to spread the obamitsu brainrot because i dont want to be the only one stuck here

anyways dropping screenshots but just read the kimetsu gakuen😭💗

Chapter 10 is obamitsu centric but there are bits on other chapters! :3

https://ww7.demonslayermanga.com/chapter/kimetsu-gakuen-chapter-1/

[coinandcandle]

How to Make Tarot Spreads

Learn how to make your own tarot spread. This is based on my personal practice so feel free to customize it as needed! 

I've written the steps out in a linear manner but they are not numbered. The reason for this is because the process itself is rarely linear (for me) and I tend to bounce between steps, changing things as I go until I've got the finished product.

On to the creation process!!

Think about a life event that you wish to have guidance on (or wished to have guidance on at the time). Or perhaps a situation that left you with many burning questions time and time again. These will be your main topic for the tarot spread.

You can also choose a topic that's easier and less hard-hitting like a new season, natural phenomenon, or celestial cycle (ie. the new moon in Leo, Taurus season approaching, the last frost, etc.) You can also pull from pop culture to create a tarot spread.

Pick a number, something manageable. I usually go between 3 and 7 cards, personally. Sometimes the number of cards you use will also be relevant to your spread if you hold certain beliefs about numbers. If this is the case then feel free to leverage this when creating cards!

Think about questions that the situation left you with or things you wished you'd thought about while going through the event. You'll use these to create prompts for the cards. 

Choose a pattern, aka how your cards will lay once they've been pulled. This is the "spread".

Put it all together and you've got a spread! You can choose a title or not, I usually choose the title somewhere within the creation process as they just sorta come to me naturally. Sometimes the title comes first and I work from there.

Example:

Topic: I've been dealing with a breakup recently so that will be my topic for the spread. I'll walk you through my process. 

Questions someone has when going through heartbreak are things like: What went wrong? Is this for the best? What did I do wrong? What did I do right? When will I feel ok again? What do I do now? Etc.

Pulling the Cards: Of course, you can choose the tried and true shuffle-and-pull method of pulling cards, but you can also get more creative with it.

I've chosen a "sandwich" method, where you shuffle the deck and find a specific card, then you pull out the card directly in front of and behind the card in question.

What do I think of when I think of tarot and breakups? The three of swords, a card notorious for being about heartbreak.

So, we'll look for the 3 of swords and pull out the card in front of and behind it. I will shuffle again and pull the 3rd card from wherever in the deck it calls to me.

Pattern: I want to keep with the theme of the 3 of swords so I plan on the 3 cards being pulled laying above and slightly angled, similar to the look of the original 3 of swords.

Prompts: Questions someone may have when going through heartbreak are things like, What went wrong? Is this for the best? What did I do wrong? What did I do right? When will I feel ok again? What do I do now? Etc.

Using these questions and emotions, I can come up with the card prompts.

Put it all together. If you're extra, like me, you can create a graphic or draw up a design for your tarot spread! You can find the finished product of my tarot spread here: 

3 of Swords Heartbreak Spread

Enjoy my work? Consider leaving me a tip on my ko-fi!

[thecomicallytragicgangle]

[It is done]

[mod note: this is temporarily replacing the link to magma (the art drawing thing we have so we can draw together!) as pinned post so heres the link: https://magma.com/d/zzg8vd99i2]

[the reason gangle isnt included is because she went to go get snacks totally not because i forgot to draw her. nope]

[credits to shard anon, @theoneandonlysun, and the mod of zooble's blog for majority help! @eeboshmeebo also contributed to the art!!][if you helped with the art and you wanna be credited, message me please, because i might've missed you? a lot of people swung by i just wanna make sure i credit them all]

[behold....]

[TA DAH!!! below the read more thing is the list of people featured + pings (sorry yall, i just wanna make sure you see art,,)]

[btw, bonus: @easton-likes-sandwiches my bad i couldn't include you (since easton is kinda. not in digital land.) but here ya go, a bonus!]

1: @rook-specter [i hope i drew you correctly, i couldn't really find a sona to use]

2: @the-moth-from-elsewhere [btw i know you wanted to add details but imo i think it looks fine like this,,thanks for some of the help and support, though!!]

3: pickle anon [unsure if they have a blog, so i can't @]

4: shard anon!! [also unsure if they have a blog, but they helped alot!! ty ty]

5: @unfunnyaceartist [OK i know you only appeared for a bit but you agreed to move night.,,and your sona looks cool..so..obilgatory appearance in the art!]

6: @sugarcane-soup [I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO COLOR YOUR SONA,,i hope i did well]

7: @zooooble [zoob...]

8 and 9: [@askobjects firey and leafy look so goofy in this image,, i hope you like them]

10: @sign-anon [in the middle of drawing this i did NOT know sign anon died..whoops?]

11: @boldtextanon [bold text anon is fine guys. Hes fine. i swear]

12: @yougotjinx3d [mage anon and vamp anon were drawn by sun if i remember correctly, so erm..ya!! they're silly people]

13: @bloodforvampanon [me when i GET YOU. but fr. silly guy]

14: crownon! [unsure if they have a blog, but erm..crow]

15: eepy anon!! [also unsure if they have a blog..they literally look so silly its crazy]

16: rat [you know who you are /silly]

17: @gummy-axolotl [I HOPE I GOT THE COLORS RIGHT,,HERE YOU GO!!!]

18: @liloblogs [im gonna be fr we got this close to confusing lilo with juko,,,im not very great at oc lore. but lilo is so silly]

19: panic anon! [i think they're also the same blog as lilo? unsure. but yea!! they are goofy and silly and probably terrified of the horror movies]

20: @justadustymoth [MOTh. moth,,,,, moths are so silly. like. fr..]

21: bow anon! [idk if you have a blog but i hope you like the design!!!!]

22: @squirrelboi [I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU HAD A SONA SO I USED YOUR PFP...I HOPE THATS OKAY]

23: @eeboshmeebo [there was barely any room so i could only include a mask,,but i hope thats okay!! also ty for help on the mask]

24: @kiwidragon [I HOPE I DREW THE DRAGON OK..IVE NEVER DRAWN DRAGONS HGHJFJFJF AND IDK THE SIZE COMPARISON..]

25: FISH. ANON.. [you got included last minute HGKDHJSHJSHS but . fish]

26: @lightthepathwithalantern [i hope i drew lantern anon okay,,,they're so cool looking,,,]

27: @spapman [I ALSO HOPE I DREW YOUR SONA OKAY,,, AHHFHGFHDHJD

28: @ru-bwee [thank you for. the plush images. I will use them to mark important events /silly]

29: @bob-the-cemetery-ghost [Oh no,,,also i hope you dont mind being a bit in the background i didnt know how else to include youuu]

[literal walls of text,,hope yall dont mind all the @]

[THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE,,HGHDJSJDFDD!!!!]

[erm,,if yall don't mind,,i hate asking but reblogs please ? i wanna see the art around !!!!]

[shygirl4991]

Brewing Romance Chapter 2 Your Hired

A Collab Story with @lizaluvsthis SMG3 and SMG4 design for the AU by Liz!

Last Chapter Next Chapter Summary: SMG4 starts to struggle with his finances when he learns living in his newly built castle is more pricey than he thought. So when he gets an invite to the grand opening of SMG3 Coffee n Bombs he manages to land himself a second job as the cafe waiter where both men will learn that coffee won't be the only thing brewing in this cafe.  Tags: Slow burn, fluff, comedy, just two idiots in love, love confession, first kiss SMG4 glares at his empty bank account,turn’s out a castle was more expensive than he thought. He sighs, getting up and walks to his kitchen noticing his food supply has started to get low. At this rate he either has to ask his friends for help or get a second job.  He takes out what he needs to make a basic sandwich and goes to the drawing board, he didn't want to bother his friends with this. After all they did so much already to get this castle built, he wanted to make sure his friends had somewhere to hang out and feel safe. 

He takes a bite of his sandwich looking over places hiring when his eyes land on the picture next to him. It was a group photo, in it was SMG3 pouting while the rest of them smiled. He drops the sandwich and picks up the photo “That's it! SMG3 can help!” Why didn't he think of that first? After all he enjoyed doing the job, it was nice for once just being in sync with Three without the world ending. He would have to make it casual so the other man wouldn't pick up why he suddenly needs the job. He walks around the room thinking, he looks at his reflection and smiles at it “Hey Three, you know yesterday was lots of fun, was wondering if you would like to make it a full time thing?” he facepalms. Those were poor choices of words. It sounded like he was trying to ask the man out, he began to walk again losing himself in his thoughts.  Then it hit him with the snap of his fingers he was at the cafe filled with confidence, he walked in surprise to see that Karen is now working here. “Oh hey Karen, can I talk to SMG3?” without looking at him she points to the back room, he thanks her before walking to the back. There he saw Three annoyed as he drew on a piece of paper “SMG3!” startled the man chucks the sketch book at Four. “Wha!? SMG4 what the hell are you doing here?” Four picks up the items that were thrown at him and hands it back to Three. 

“I was wondering…how the employee situation is going?” He gave himself a mental high five for bringing up the topic as casually as he could. SMG3 rolls his eyes then stands up from the couch “What's it to you scrub?” “Is it bad to check on a friendly rival?” he lets out an awkward smile that only earns him a glare from the other man. After a few moments of silence he responds “ugh If you must know I don't have a waiter, the one that should be here quit. Is that all? I'm busy unlike you.” SMG3 starts walking to the front, in a panic to not lose his chance at getting the job he grabs Three’s hand and pulls him. Surprised by the grab Three  loses balance, noticing this Four wraps his other arm around Three’s waist pulling him extremely close. Seeing how close they are, SMG3's face gets bright red while Four looks right into Three’s eyes. “I can be your waiter until you find a better one.”

SMG3 panics and pushes Four away “GET AWAY BAKA!” SMG4 frowns at the reaction, not realizing the reason for Three’s outburst. With a sigh thinking he was just rejected he starts to walk away, seeing the man walk away Three speaks up “That wasn't a rejection dumbass, you just startled me. You can work here, but I have you know while you work here you are my underling. Got that?” 

SMG4 lights up and shakes Three’s hand “You got it boss!” sure he wasn't a fan of being called underling but that's better than losing the castle. He gets told to come in later tonight leaving Four in a great mood as he leaves the cafe while SMG3 was busy trying to calm his rapid beating heart. Was Three the only one that noticed how close they were, was he over thinking about the distance? He sighs, throwing himself on the couch.

He looks over to his sketchbook, staring at the doodle, his eyes go wide turning to a fresh page then starts to draw. He pictured SMG4 wearing different designs till he finally hit the perfect one, looking proud of his work he took a picture and sent it to Four. It was strange how hard it was to come up with a design for a waiters uniform till he gave Four the job, picturing SMG4 in the uniform he put together made his heart skip a beat. He rolls his eyes getting up from the couch, he needs to stop thinking about the idiot and get back to work. He walks to the front, seeing how there weren't many people in at the moment he turns to Karen “So i finally came up with a uniform, when you can come in your best purple shirt and black jeans.” “Alright,” she casually lets out, distracted by something. Three turns to see Eggdog in a cute pink hat, he turns to Karen who had a soft smile watching the pup dance around in joy with the hat. SMG3 let his own smile slip out and started taking pictures excitedly “Aw who's a cute Eggdog! You are!” 

SMG4 made it home and did a dance in celebration, now that he had this job the castle was saved. He feels his phone vibrate, taking it out he gasps seeing the uniform. He never knew that SMG3 had an artistic side to him, he smiles looking at the drawing only to frown “Glow in the dark material?” everything about the uniform he loved but he was unsure having parts of the uniform glowing in the dark would work for a cafe. He put his phone away deciding he would bring the topic up with Three later.  Walking into his room he sees Beeg SMG4 stacking cards, he approaches his son with a smile “Hey Beeg are you up for a play date with Eggdog?” sure Beeg was used to being alone in the castle when he and the others got into wild adventures but this was different. 

He just didn't have the heart to just leave the little one alone while he worked, plus with Karen working at the cafe knowing how she is with kids he knows Beeg would be okay. Beeg turns to face his father “Eugh!” Four smiles at the response “Perfect! Now let's get you all cleaned up for it!” hearing the word clean put Beeg in a panic as he dash towards the door. Four hit a switch where the door sealed itself shut “Come on it won't be so bad, you can get any treat you want at the cafe!” A few hours passed, SMG3 blinked seeing Beeg walking in with an exhausted SMG4.  “Hey boss…im here,” Eggdog runs up to Beeg excited to have his friend over while Three walks up to Four with concern “The hell happen to you?” 

SMG4 sighs pointing to Beeg “I wanted to clean Beeg SMG4 before coming over, he can be a bit of a trouble maker.” Three crosses his arms “A bit? I remember the last time he took out a rocket launcher to avoid bath time.” Four glares at Three “And i remember someone not saving me from almost drowning in the tub.” SMG3 scoffs at the comment “It was Eggdog’s bath time, what happens to you isn't my problem.” 

Noticing that the topic wasnt work friendly, Three decides to change the subject. He takes out the sketch pad excitedly and shows the uniform “Now underling let's get to the topic at hand I'm sure you got my text, but starting tomorrow this will be your uniform from now on.” He smirks showing off the skates he got for Four, SMG4 takes the sketch in awe of the skates before he frowns. Seeing Four frown after being so excited surprised him, the man turned to him “Uh SMG3…don't you think glow in the dark stuff is i don't know kiddish?” 

SMG3 eye twitched hearing the comment “Kiddish? Are you kidding me, plenty of adults use things that glow, not to mention there are artists that use it as their style to tell a story! Can't believe I'm hearing this from a man that uses heelys!” Four blushes trying to hide his embarrassment by lowering his hat. 

Four mumbles out an apology in hopes that Three would calm down since his anger over the topic had turned some heads in the cafe. SMG3 turns noticing people looking and sighs, he walks to the back room where he waves Four over.  Three points to the rack of aprons, with a nod Four puts it on then removes his hat. SMG3 couldn’t stop himself from staring at Four without a hat, it felt off for Three. With his hair now tied up SMG4 then turns and smiles brightly at Three “Ready to work boss!” 

SMG3 watches as Four leaves the room before he takes out his notebook “Dear Diary, today i learned that SMG4 has a dangerous smile.” with him finishing his thoughts he puts his notebook away before joining the others in the front.  He takes Karen’s place and starts taking orders while also watching SMG4 work, something felt off the more he pictured the uniform on the man. Then a light bulb turns on in his head, making sure no more orders are needed to be taken. He goes on his phone looking for a hat, after so many years knowing the man seeing him without some kind of hat felt off. 

He sighs seeing all the selections for hats, none of them fit SMG4 at all. He looks up at the man who was currently handing someone a bomb package and starts to doodle him. He wasn't the best at drawing other people but that wasn't important for him at the moment, something in him just needed to draw the man. He starts to blush as he gets more into the drawing. His annoying blue eyes that Three swears can see through him, the dumb smile he has that is so bright SMG3 is sure it can light a room. As he finishes his drawing he mumbles to himself “He has such a stupid face..” 

“Who has a stupid face?” Meggy says as she walks up to Three, he screams, shutting the notebook and glares at her.  He must have lost himself since he didn't notice the group of people that just walked in “Uh er just an annoying customer, so what are you having?” Tari walks up looking at the list of drinks “Uh plutonium frappe sounds interesting!” SMG3 nods, writing it down then looks at Meggy “The usual?” she nods at him as she walks with Tari to get a table. SMG4 smiles seeing his friends and slides up to them “Hey guys!” 

Meggy giggles seeing Four “SMG3 needs help again? At this rate you might end up working here full time!” Four nods agreeing with his friend as he shows the drawing of his uniform “Actually you're looking at SMG3’s Coffee n Bombs full time waiter!” Tari’s eyes light up in excitement seeing the uniform. His two friends congratulated him, it made him feel extremely happy then his guilt hit him. He felt bad not telling them the real reason he is working, “Hey underling the drinks are ready!” Hearing Three he turns and gets back to work ignoring the guilt. With the shift done and the cafe closed, SMG3 watches as Four walks home carrying Beeg. Seeing that no one was around he slips on a baggy sweater and sneaks out. He was on a mission to head to the crafts store in town before they closed, looking at the doodle he did earlier of Four made him realize something. If you can't find what you're looking for then just make it yourself, he walks into the store looking around hoping there are no familiar faces around as he looks around. Pleased with his selection he bought his items and sneaked his way back home.  Eggdog runs up to him welcoming him home, he smiles softly picking the pup up “Hey now you should be sleeping, come on let's tuck you in.” He gently places Eggdog in his bed and gives the pup a small kiss on his head, seeing the pup fall asleep he removes his hat and throws it on his bed. Fixing his bun, he takes out the items he bought and sits at his desk with a sewing machine. “He’s gonna love this..no he will love this.” As everyone in the crew sleep soundly SMG3 stayed up late into the night crafting the perfect hat for his underling.

[stardestroyer81]

🥪 Introducing... Door2Door! 🥪

Door2Door stars twenty year old possum Gigi Dempster, who lives in a rather ramshackle, podunk town in Vermont called Bendersville. After sending numerous job applications all over town with no word back, she finally lands herself a delivery driver position at an unassuming locally-owned sandwich restaurant named Dine 'n Dash. With no prior experience in the art of crafting a mighty fine sandwich or running a delivery route, Gigi is strapped in to experience the whirlwind of a first time food service job firsthand, and in an unpredictable town like Bendersville, quite literally anything can happen.

(For more information on what Door2Door is— as well as a handful of progress images— please consider checking underneath the cut!)

At last, witness unveiling of my latest project I've spent the last month conceptualizing, Door2Door! What once came about as a silly idea of basing a project after an inner-city delivery driver inspired after a certain gameplay section in Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, it has since blossomed into one of my dearest passion projects yet!

Though, before I get into any further detail behind Door2Door and its creation, I must stress— none of the above five images hail from a lost late nineties/early 2000s Cartoon Network show, and if by chance any of them were enough to fool you into thinking they were, then that just means I achieved what I set out for! 💙✨

Now, about a month ago, I'd been watching a retrospective on the critically un-acclaimed Spongebob Squarepants: Revenge of the Flying Dutchman, a game I had growing up. It's important for me to mention that I had seen and personally played the aforementioned gameplay section before, though for some reason seeing it again struck me with a brilliant project idea.

Anyone who's been following me for at least a year knows that I've designed a cavalcade of candied characters for my own arcade game concept, Rascal, and initially my idea for Door2Door— which I also called Project JJ (In reference to the sandwich chain Jimmy John's)— was to give it a plot simple enough to translate into an arcade game.

The idea was that you played as a plucky delivery driver who rides through the streets of a seedy city to deliver a food order to the... er, order-ee. But your progress would be impeded by a fiendish gang of mobster alley cats who are after your sandwiches, so there would have definitely been a large cartoony element to the gameplay loop.

I drew concept art for Door2Door's protagonist, then known as Marcy, though I really wasn't vibing with either drawing. For one, making the protagonist a cat seemed a bit overdone, and I already have a cat character who's name rhymes with Marcy, so that had to go. More so, I also couldn't settle on a good spriting style, which prompted me to rethink the whole project.

Well, there is a general aura of cartooniness to Door2Door, I thought, why not just embrace that vibe whole-heartedly and reshape the project into a long-lost late nineties cartoon?

I did like the idea of having an excuse to drawing more animation cels, though if I was going to make Door2Door into something resembling a cel-animated cartoon, I was prepared to go the full distance in nailing that aesthetic, in the form of how characters are designed and the way I go about drawing each screenshot.

For those unfamiliar with cel animation, essentially it can be described as a traditional form of animation and involves objects— usually characters— being hand-inked and painted on clear celluloid sheets and placed over painted backgrounds.

Above, I've provided a visual for what a standalone 'cel' from Door2Door would look like, coupled with a hand-painted background. When overlaid on top of one another...

... you would get this! This is exactly how cartoons were animated up until the era of digital inking and coloring... but that begs the question. How am I achieving a hand-drawn and painted aesthetic if everything I've shown so far has been drawn digitally?

I have my ways! It involves a lot of studying how individual cels of animation look, and taking note of recurring hallmarks; grainy textures, paint blemishes, drop shadows, etc. Above, I've assembled a small gif of my process in composing a screenshot for Door2Door, from lineart to final product!

So, that all should loosely explain it; Door2Door is what would happen if I were in charge of a late nineties Cartoon Network show, and what you've seen here is merely the beginning. Going forward, I will be posting art of Door2Door's main cast with some additional character information and concept art for each one, though for the time being, enjoy all five art pieces I've supplied for this post— they are perhaps the biggest works of mine yet this year! 💙🏳️‍⚧️✨

[suengmi]

✧ the mirror doesn't lie ✧ 3k, m

this wasn't about chan's validation to your body. it's about your own. it was about how you felt, not how someone else did. it didn't matter than chan loved your body. it mattered that you did.

pairing: chan x fem!reader (plus size/curvy reader with tattoos) genre: angst/hurt, romance, nonidol!au, chan/reader are graphic designers warnings: please be aware this fic is on the topic of certain health/eating disorders and body issues etc. warnings are under the cut! pls be safe!! lapslock and mostly proof read (this is kind of like a love letter to all you thicc baddies, fuck everyone else.) ♡please reblog if you liked! it rly helps and i love to hear your feedback♡

!!warnings!!

mentions/implications of sex, eating disorders, descriptions of food, negative implied weight discussions, fatphobia, mentions of purging/vomiting (no acts done in fic) of any of this triggers you please don't read! ❤️

-

you were never uncomfortable in your body. if anything, you celebrated all of your curves and slopes. it was a blessing to to have this beautiful figure, large chest and hips matching with your full pouty lips.

the mirror doesn't lie, but sometimes the lighting does. when you glance in the mirror, just leaning over the sink, you notice the softness of your neck, the way it gently sits on the slant of your jaw bone. you run your finger along the side of your cheek, the plush flesh sinking in with your touch.

a sigh leaves you, knowing the weight of the words your co-workers rang in your ears. 'we're trying to help you, you'll feel better,' they said, 'if you lost a few kilos, your jaw line would would be stunning if it showed.'

they coated it by saying they'd be able to see your face more, your 'beauty'. as if you weren't already stunning.

in other words, you were ugly. you were not the ideal. gentle gaslighting in their words, laced with fucked up ideas of singular ways of beauty and fatphobia.

you weren't stupid, you knew this was all rooted in the capitalist ideals of beauty culture, fucked up ways to make women into barbie dolls and control them. it was tempting, just to see what it was like to be viewed in the way society wants you, validation pouring into your cup until it runs over.

you hang your head, maybe i should try it.

maybe. just to see what it's like.

-

tiredness was in your eyes, dark circles barely covered by concealer and setting powder. you were a shell, hunger making you irritated the more the days went on. some days you'd just sleep, body overtaken by lack of energy. other days you'd fill yourself up with fizzy drink, laying on the couch scrolling through your phone mindlessly.

your co-worker chan sits across from you, eyeing the coke zero and apple sitting in front of you untouched.

"not hungry?" he asks, slurping a mouth full of noodles as he draws with one hand on the mouse.

chan is somewhere in between some design sketches, half concentrating on you and half on the monitor. one of your favourite things about chan was his smile, the cute way his cheeks lifted and how they pushed up his glasses. he'd always complain about the way they sat but never did anything about it. sometimes, his tongue would stick out just a little bit to the side when he was in the zone. it was your favourite thing.

you shake your head, mind failing to muster up the energy to concentrate on anything. "nah, had a big brekky."

that was a lie.

chan says nothing, eyes glancing up you. he pulls his lips in, mouth curling at the side.

-

a few mornings after, you arrive at your work desk. there's a small tupperware container, sitting just at the front of your keyboard. there's no writing, just a small little heart on the front of the paper. you plop down to your chair, legs running on nothing but an iced latte.

it's food. the one thing you've been avoiding. but who's it from?

you open the box a large sandwich cut into a love heart. it's absolutely adorable, you almost don't want to think about eating it.

"hey chaaaan..." you begin, moving the sandwich around to admire it. it's cute. "did you see anyone leave this at my desk?"

chan shrugs, looking up at you from his adjacent desk just in front of yours, sipping on his orange juice. "i dunno, haven't seen anyone."

"weird." you say curiously, placing it back down.

-

it's been a week, every morning you're met with something new. yesterday was a hearty salad, with salsa dressing. the day before a stir fry, a small note with a heart every time. it has you confused, maybe someone had noticed you weren't eating. is it that obvious?

but this one morning, you decided to go in early to begin on a a large project your company was beginning on. you were actually thrilled about the current work, loving the fact that you were in charge of it this time. unfortunately, your lack of energy had you so damn tired. it had been three weeks since you started this so called diet, you weren't sure you could do it much longer.

when you arrive to the office there's no one there, but some of the lights are on. maybe someone had the same idea. you make your way to the bathroom, dizziness swarming inside your body.

the mirror is the enemy you say to yourself, sighing as you lean on the counter. your company had never been formal, so you were happy to be able to wear whatever you pleased. your tee, now less tight across your chest, and black shorts not as snug as they once were on your waist. two more belt sizes down and you'd need a new one.

it was working... but at what cost?

the sound of feet shuffling enters your ears, your body automatically creeping over to inspect the noise. you lean around the corner of the bathroom, holding onto the door frame for balance.

it's chan, but he has something in his hands.

curiously, you inch forwards, not wanting to disturb him. here he is, placing a small box down in front of your computer. it's a small purple container, a banana placed down next to it. chan steps back, nodding to himself as he goes around to his desk. he looks kind of sad, like he's mourning something.

you don't want to make it obvious, so you rustle as you make your way to your desk, acting as if you didn't just see the man placing food on your keyboard.

"oh shit, hi." chan says, eyes wide with surprise. he clears his throat, eyes darting around. "when did you get here?"

"hmm a while ago, was just in the bathroom." you say standing to your desk. you look down at the package, your heart suddenly swelling.

chan knew, he knew this whole time. he noticed it when no one else did.

a few of your co-workers had mentioned your weight loss but you just insisted it wasn't anything new you were doing. knowing full well it was lies escaping your throat with every syllable. chan had always frowned, exiting the conversation quietly.

"did you... see someone?" you say gesturing to the item on your desk.

"hm? me? nope, nah." he shrugs, lips pouting. "i just got here."

that was a lie, he had been here for a while. the iced tea on his table nearly finished told it all, a few rings of water along the front of his desk.

you nod slowly, taking a seat. your head spins for a moment, neck giving out as you hang your head low.

"i, uh," chan begins, clearing his throat, "have a some tim tam cake, if you want it?"

you hadn't eaten in thirty hours, only thing your body running on was coffee and desperation. a small snack wouldn't hurt, your body needed something. anything. you didn't care if it was sweets. your mouth watered at the thought.

"who eats cake in the morning?"

"me." chan smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides. "c'mon, have some."

"alright then, i'll try." you say, leaning forwards.

chan scoops the cake with his spoon and holds his hand forwards, other underneath to catch any fallout. you take the spoon in your mouth, letting the food slide in. it tastes like heaven. you missed this so much, body practically jolting at the sugar rush.

chan smiles widely, eyes lighting up as you enjoy your food, your eyes closing for a moment to savour it. before you know it he has another spoon full sitting at your mouth, hands gesturing for you to take one more bite. he says nothing as he continues to feed you, his smile gentle and warm.

the sudden carb rush has you feeling weird, your body adjusting to the foreign intake.

"it's so good, who made it?" you speak with your mouth full, chocolate on the sides of your mouth.

"i did." he smiles without his teeth, handing you the last piece. you look down at the plate, realising you've eaten the whole slice. shit.

"i ate the whole thing, oh my god i'm sorry."

"dont be sorry, i have plenty more."

you smile, chocolate on your teeth. chan just laughs, pointing to your face. "you look cute with chocolate on your teeth."

you gasp, hand covering you mouth. "chan! stop."

the heavy weight of food in your stomach fills you, your body rushing with energy the more time goes on. it feels amazing, you forgot what this was like. the last few weeks without proper food having you appreciating every taste.

-

it's around lunch when chan asks you go to go to the cafe around the corner. you need some energy, a coffee will do. you've eaten enough for today.

"sure." you smile, grabbing your bag. you've got to avoid food this time, it's too much.

when you arrive at the cafe, chan spots a seat, slinging his tote bag on the back of the chair. "they've got this amazing ham and cheese croissant, i'll get you one."

"but-" you begin, but he's already off to wait in line.

anxiety jolts in your tummy. how would you avoid this? maybe say you just feel sick, that the chocolate cake has your stomach feeling funny. anything. chan sits across from you, a few minutes later with a coffee and some other drink in his had.

"i'm not that hungry." you say, fingers scrolling through something in your phone.

"you are." he says, tone a little serious.

you look up at him, his eyes trained on your own. he stares at you, lips curling to the side. "i know you're not eating."

"ah, yes i have." you gest, eyebrows raised. "of course i have, i have."

"you wouldn't be over justifying it if you had been."

the words sound harsh. it's almost like a feeling of bitterness, a throbbing stings in your skull.

"i was just like, watching what i was eating. that's all." you shrug, taking a sip of your iced latte.

"not eating is not watching what you eat."

you've never seen him this serious, but there still a softness in his voice. you're thankful it's coming from him, otherwise you'd probably be crying by now.

"why are you being so... mean? it's not your business." you scorn, emotions feeling high from your mood swings.

"i'm not being mean... i just want you to eat."

the words are gentle, forlorn expression on his face. his bluntness surprises you.

you sit in silence, eyes avoiding his. the waiter brings over your food a couple of minutes later, you're thankful for the intrusion, but now you have to eat. it's like you've forgotten.

chan digs in, not waiting a second to eat. his eyes are looking at your food, then back at you.

"eat." he says, almost commanding, mouth full of food.

fuck it. you think, grabbing the knife and fork beside the plate.

before you know it you've finished the whole plate. the fullness of your stomach just a little bit too much, but you love the feeling. it feels amazing, your body rushing with dopamine. the more you eat the more he smiles, happy you finally have something in your stomach. what he doesn't know is the sick urge you have to release it all when you get back to the office.

-

you're hunched over the toilet, hair pulled back by your fist as you attempt to empty your stomach. something tells you to stop, you just can't do it. your body isn't allowing it.

in defeat, you flush the toilet. your legs are cold from the bathroom tiles, lines dented into your knees. you leave the stall, wiping the side your mouth with the back of your hand.

a figure startles you, your eyes widen at the intrusion.

"chan! shit, you scared me." you half laugh, walking to the sink to wash your hands. the man says nothing as he steps behind you. you look at him through the mirror, his eyes searching your body up and down.

"you know what i think?" he questions quietly, manoeuvring himself to stand behind you. his hands raise to your hips, resting gently on the curve.

the touch confuses you, your mind fuzzy from the retching. the feeling of his fingers running across your skin tingles, hands making their way just underneath your shirt.

"do you?" he asks again, chin resting on your shoulder. he's not too much taller than you, but enough to tower the slightest bit.

"no..." you say, voice slightly shaking.

"look." he says to you, nodding towards the mirror. "do you know how sexy you are?"

a red hue appears across your cheeks, ears tingling with embrassment. you go to move but chan holds you in place.

"hm?" he hums, pressing a small kiss on your neck. "tell me."

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

"you wanna know else what i think?" he chuckles, hold on your firmer.

"yeah." you breathe, hot flushes running through your body.

"i think you look so fucking hot when you walk, your hips are mesmerising. especially in these black mini shorts. even now, your eyes puffy and red, you look so cute."

"chan, we're at work." you mumble, hands covering your mouth. you feel him move closer, hands snaking their way around your waist to press into the plush flesh.

"fuck everyone else." he says, kissing your neck once more.

before he leaves you in your daze he leans to your ear, speaking ever so softly. "the thought of my cock between your lush full thighs sits in my mind, my hands on your chest, lips on yours.. it's all i think about."

-

it's not as if you and chan hadn't talked about it. you were always against work relationships, saying it would eventually end in a mess. he had asked you out a few times, but every time, you had turned him down. it was mutual, of course, a few staff parties you had snuck off to make out, all giggles and kisses, drunken talks about how much you wanted each other. you put it down to just the alcohol and nothing else.

one thing you noticed was how chan had always commented on how nice you looked, how he loved the vine of your tattoos peeping out from your tees. he enjoyed the black and grey tartan pants you would wear a lot, fitting perfectly on your ass and hips. pants that sat on your smaller waist and larger hips were so hard to find. they're probably a bit over worn at this point.

when you think about it, maybe he was right. the worm of this fucked up beauty standard culture wriggling it's way in. actually, you knew he was right. this wasn't about chans validation to your body. it's about your own. it was about how you felt, not how someone else did. it didn't matter than chan loved your body. it mattered that you did.

this was ridiculous, the idea that you needed to fit into something smaller.

clothes are made to fit you, not to fit them.

-

the light of the morning sun through the clouds hits your eyes as you enter the office. it's nice, warm on your skin. today, you decided to wear a purple crop top, black shorts with buckles down the side showing off your swerves, your arms and beautifully designed tattoos on display, if you paid so much money for them, you should show them off.

when you sit at your desk, there's, of course, another box.

you pick up the note on top, it reads: do it for yourself♡

what chan had said yesterday; you can't help but love the validation of your body, you're human after all.

but, last night you hit a turning point. slightly ashamed of how you let yourself succumb to the beauty standards when you of all people were self aware and smart enough to know it's all about profit and control. it's not worth it, the consistent struggle. why on earth were you being hard on yourself when society already is? it's hard, living in a world where control is the norm. there is already so much pressure on you, on everything you do. you start to feel sorry for your co-workers, how stupid they must be to fall for it.

fuck everyone else.

it rings in your mind, chan's right.

fuck everyone else.

chan approaches his desk, hands on the back of his chair.

"i dunno who that came from." he says, pointing to the box. "gotta be a cutie though."

you let out a pretend shock, hand on your chest. "oh absolutely, and he cooks well. damn, a catch."

"oh yeah." chan says, tapping his mouth in thought. "seems like a good to date kinda person, very dateable."

"if only i could be persuaded to date someone at work, if only." you say as you lean back, sighing dramatically.

chan stands up straight, realising this is his moment. "should i quit? i'll quit."

you laugh, his expression is cute, eyes wide and brows raised higher than you've ever seen, he really wanted this. so you give in, allowing him to do a little dance of excitement when you say yes to the question he never asked.

"but!" you pause, "only if you make more tim tam cake."

he stands to attention, hand flat on his head like he's saluting. "will do."

the journey to self love isn't finite, nor is a linear. it doesn't matter that you slipped, it's okay to feel like that sometimes. but with chan by your side, you know it'll be easier.

-

a/n: sorry this took so long (as always) but at one point i'm sure we've all struggled with body issues. if this triggered you, please seek help or feel free to message me! i'm not a psychologist by any means but i do understand the struggle, helps to not feel so alone. remember that all beauty standards are built in structures to control people, especially afab women. so yah this is kind of a love letter to all my plus/fat/curvy babes, you're all so fucking HOT and ur tummys are a BLESSING, remember that pls <3

in the wise words of a'keria davenport:

[saliosis]

your subway order total is $19.21

(extra notes below)

ok, so here's the deal with the slight design change! (i swear, it's cool)

i wanted to make chuck latino because i joked about it once (w/ fred stoller being on handy manny saying "my amigos 😆" and then saying his colors look like the flag of colombia 💀) but it stuck for some reason. to me, it works PERFECTLY.... if becky can be an alien who is

"ambiguously brown"

then why can't a sandwich person like chuck also be brown, yknow 🔥⁉️

(help i keep accidentally latinoifying wg characters--)

chuck? nah. he is now, officially

chuck el sandwichero perverso 🥪🇨🇴‼️🔥

(as they call him in the spanish dub aka chica supersabia)

for starters, i wanted to experiment with changing the type of bread he's based on. i can assume chuck is based on the classic sandwich made up of white bread (...💀) so i wanted to change it up for latino chuck.... yknow... yknow.... yknow.... 🕴️

i'm also just not a fan of plain white bread 🤕 LMFKAJDKSN

i had a couple of options to chose from so i can upgrade his sandwichness™ 💭 but i decided to settle onnnnnnn..........................

funky multigrain bread!! my favorite 🥄🥄‼️ anytime i make a sandwich, i usually reach for this bread... (and when i say "anytime" i mean the times i'm extra and watch a chuck episode while eating a sandwich 💀💀)

i like the idea of chuck having seeds and grains on his face... think of it like moles, freckles, or even acne scars if you will 🤷‍♂️ brent straight-up has seeds on him that represent freckles so why not, right⁉️ we can get creative here w/ it!!

plus- he's so much more bread-like this way

above is a fast doodle, but it is what i ended up sticking with for my design. if you see in the final drawing, i did shift around with some of his costume colors to make it work with the bread type-colors!!

i imagine brent being a variation of bread that looks similar to chuck. that way chuck can be multigrain bread and brent can be another type.

parent who is multigrain bread + parent who is another type of bread = two siblings, each being one of two options of bread because of genes™ (wow. sandwich person science 😍😍🥪🧬 /s)

my two options for brent's bread type? because i will probably never draw that man? either molasses bread (left) or even dark rye (right)?? but i lean towards dark rye brent because that idea seems so scrumptious to me

ngl i have never been too sure what type of bread brent is based on......

the wiki doesn't really help me decide. he has freckles that seem to be like seeds, so that means he's a type of bread that has seeds. but also, not that many seeds.... which is likely an animation thing since animating all those damn seeds must be hard. but idk? but his skin tone is very slightly darker than chuck so that makes me think he isn't white bread based™ (help what am i talking about)

if any bread experts™ out there have some guesses, let me know so we can talk about that more. for some reason, this is really fascinating.

anyways.... latino brent can be real too 🤷‍♂️

um...............

brent 😍🥪🇨🇴🔥‼️

(because i swear to god they just call him brent in the spanish dub instead of his long ass name)

but yeah 👍 that's my little hc-chuck related ramble. i may not talk about him, but i really fuckin love chuck 😭

............ .. . . . ... . .... . .. . ...... . .. ...... ....... .. .. .. .....typing this out has made me realize how much thought, effort, and research i have done all because of a joke i made. a joke i made about a cartoon character from a kids show where we haven't gotten new content in years. and that it's likely that i'm the only person thinking so deeply about a family of sandwiches--

[spectral-idiot]

HI, NOW, (RE)INTRODUCING MY OC, NOELLE

HII, SINCE THIS OPTION WON SOME DAYS AGO IMMA INTRODUCE MY CUTIE!!! I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Due to the flop of the first post, I posted this a 2nd time since i posted this at 3 am originally :D

° Her name is Noelle (Ignore the big "Elaine" in the drawing, that was the original name) she is 14 years old and she is Kalish! She is a cutie patootie whit diagnosed ADHD

° She is an red giant star! She tooks the MC place and has the energy electric center! A little (too) distracted , kinda impulsive and maybe reckless, but she has such a beautifull flame inside her and is so big-hearted.

° I based her design on how I looked when I was 14 a couple years ago. Whit the signature bun I had and my love for tank tops and bracelets (Till the dermatitis nation atacked)

°Her lore is kinda dumb, but I wrote it sooooo long so ill release it in other post whit some ugly art i did 4 her if this post get´s love

°I´ve done a ship whit Kieran and her, Chocolapple! :D Since she hates apples but loves chocolate and kieran vice versa (The olive theory)

°If you have ideas of her or how to improve her, let me know! Ideas like that will be apreciated! Or ideas of her team, i have no ideas about how to build it

Fun facts below the cut!

° Her surname is Lambert, she is from Kalos, she is 1.58 mts tall and weighst 67 kg

°Her favourute color is velvet or a soft pink, her favourite songs are Amour plastique and Rosas by La oreja de van Gogh

°She loves so much macarons, chocolate, tea, ham sandwiches and "Media luna rellena" (An arg dish that consist croissant used as ham an cheese sandwich bread)

° Her themes are:

Encounter: Queen - Deltarune

Battle! (Normal): Gourmet Race - Kirby

Battle! Vs Kieran (Championship match): Heartache - Undertale

The Santalune theme plays when you get in her room

° She speaks Kalish and paldean pretty well, as a native. Arven gave the fella extra paldean lessons, but despite being the main pokeworld language, she struggles whit Galarian (Poor girl) she had to take a preetty hard galarian exam to enter Blue berry (Sometimes a "Wi" or an "Orwa" scapes her mouth talking paldean or galarian) (If she wakes up too sleep deprived she confuses languages)

° That makes her have an horrible galarian accent, just imagine french tongue and spanish tongue tryng to pronounce english and fuse voth struggles. She speaks galarian to comunicate whit kieran, that made their bond even harder since none of them speaks it that well

°She is a sweet thoot, but she happens to hate apples, when Kieran gave Noelle a candy apple, hoping that she would love it, she didn´t like it and he got disaapointed

°She hasn't ogerpon in her team since she saw indigo disk kieran (If you lost the battle snd then you say she should catch it, the fact that you are not onay whit that isnt clear, Kieran)

°In BB she is laceys vest friend since they are both cute things lovers and sweet thoots

° She taught nemona and arven to cook "Pokelitos" for their pokemon! And then she also teaches lacey

°She calles her pokemon amies :D

°And she knows how to sew snd makebeautiful dresses, she loves confectioning dresses 4 lacey and nemona, she modified her uva uniform to have an skirt

°She will wear the summer uniform from both BB and Uva until she is freezing (She loves summer uniform so much)

[factual-fantasy]

Good day Factual! Hope you're starting to feel a bit better- colds that just refuse to go away are the worst! Glad you've been having some fun playing and drawing Pokemon in the meantime though- and thanks a million for giving us all that great art of Grimace! Him and Sylvester definitely have a wholesome, brotherly bond, and it would be sweet to see some more of them someday, though as always, draw whatever you wish! In the meantime, as a little side Ask- could you tell us how you met them perhaps? Both in game and in "story"? Did you catch them like usual Pokemon, or did they join willingly?

And as for my main Ask- I thought I'd inquire about two of my favorite lesser known Mario enemies, and their places in your AU- starting with the fire spitting, three horned menaces, the Reznors!

Despite them essentially just being chibified triceratops, I've always liked their designs, their pack mentality, and the goofy noises they make! Sadly, Nintendo hasn't used them for much other than a couple gimmicky mini bosses, but I figure if the Bowser of your AU had a few, he'd put them to much better use! Just spitballing here, but you've come up with some cool ideas of how the Koopas use various other creatures- what if they used tamed Reznors as battle mounts, like how humans have used elephants! Imagine the Koopas armoring them up, loading troops on to their backs, and then charging into battle, bullet bills a-blazing! ( Just my idea- what do you think? )

And then the other enemy I wanted to mention, is the rarely remembered, deadly dino from w 1-1 of Super Mario World- the Rex!

They were powerful, speedy critters with a nasty bite- and while Nintendo rarely makes use of them nowadays, many fans still hold them and their lore implications close to their hearts- due to their uncanny resemblance to Yoshis... Because of this, many have theorized they share a common Ancestor- though others fear that perhaps a form of evil magic was involved- which, I think would be a perfect fit for your AU! Since your Kamek has showcased powerful, corruptive magics in the past- what if he created the Rexs, either by mutating captured Yoshis, or enchanting stolen Yoshi eggs before they hatched!? Either way, id imagine they would be just as large and aggressive as your yoshis- and serve the Koopas well as guard dogs, or perhaps as alternative mounts- being weaker, but more nimble and agile than a Reznor. But what's your take? Would either of these guys make the cut? Or not be included at all- ( which would be fine too, I just wanted to ask, and pitch some ideas! )

(Grimace and Sylvester art in question)

Hey there! Unfortunately I'm going downhill a bit, I think my cold is really startin to take me down. Which is just wonderful 🥲 at least I have Pokemon Scarlet to keep my mind busy!

Speaking of Pokemon, Grimace and Sylvester actually do have a story to them..

Starting with Grimace, I actually kinda got him on accident due to a 3 day long brain fart. Let me explain- <XD

So picture this. It's early in the game and I spot a Duskull. I think "Oh cool! Dusknoir is my favorite pokemon! I gotta catch one so he'll eventually evolve into a Dusknoir! :D" So I catch one and name him Dusty.

I ran around with Dusty, training him, loving him, feeding him sandwiches, the works, for 3 days or so. 3. Real life. Days.

It's only when I'm a about to go to bed and I'm thinking about him that I realized..

Dusty is a Gastly. Not a Duskull. He will eventually turn into a Gengar. Not a Dusknoir.

I still can't figure out how I looked at a Gastly and had my brain go "catch one! It'll turn into a Dusknoir! :DD"

So anyways, I didn't really want a Gengar.. but by the time I had noticed my mistake, I had already gotten attached to the big guy. So I accepted defeat, renamed him Grimace and gave up on my dreams of having a Dusknoir. I'll get a Dusknoir in legends Arceus anyways it's fine- <XD

Now Sylvester...

I knew right when I started the game that I wanted a female Sylveon. That was a big goal of mine. And I knew of a place early on in the game where there was a chance for Eevee to spawn. So I ate a sandwich that increased my normal type spawn rate and hunted for a while.

It was quite the drag since Eevees we're still a rare spawn.. but I was able to find some and catch them all. Though there was one peoblem. Every single Eevee I encountered was male! I wanted a female eevee!

It was a few hours into Eevee hunting that I went and Googled the female to male ratio on Eevees. Females have like a 12% spawn rate... Whoops. Looks like I'm not gonna find a female eevee this early on in the game....

But I still wanted a Sylveon.. 🥺

So I did some thinking. I imagined my trainer as a character. I picture them catching a male Eevee and loving him just the way he is. Saying that he doesn't have to evolve for them. Classic Eevee/trailer relationship. And I imagined the Eevee being so happy with this trainer and loving his team so much, that he evolved into a Sylveon. And he's not ashamed at all! His form is the ultimate expression of his love for his friends and his trainer!

I also pictured tweaking Sylvester's body type to make him apear more masculine. Changing the shape of his bows and ears to look sharper. Making his eyes a bit smaller and making his paws pointier.

Point is, the story I built in my head and all the drawing ideas this gave me... Plus my inability to catch a female eevee.. resulted in me adopting one of the male Eevees and evolving him into a Sylveon XD

Anyways XD as for your Mario questions...

I'm actually unfamiliar with those enemies <:0 though having a little more diversity in the Koopa kingdom would be good.. perhaps I could look into the Reznors a bit more and incorporate them somehow.. like you said, making them battle mounts or something similar..

Now the Rex, what an odd critter.. definitely haven't seen that guy before- :00 he really does look a lot like a Yoshi.. I'd have to look into those guys a bit too before I decided what to do with them.. but I'm liking your ideas! Kamek corrupting Yoshi eggs or something similar to make more mindless drones.. that's something he would do! 😅 But I'd probably takes away the Rex wings.. Yoshis can't fly! ☝️

Aaaanywho, thank you as always for the ask and interest! :}} This distraction came at a very good time 🥹💔

[malamiteltd]

Holiday Pictures 2023! (part 1)

Happy Holidays, everyone! This year I decided to put together some pictures of various folks. They’re all in a style that makes them seem shorter than usual. I did my best to get them looking good, so apologies if there’s any errors. Admittedly I had only planned to make eight of these, but I had experienced a drive to keep making more – a phenomenon that’s been incredibly rare for me these days – so that number expanded to 16. They’re mostly featuring folks on Twitter that I know, like, and/or admire in some meaningful capacity, so I hope they all like what I’ve put together!

For NS-Games, it’s the “Fix-It Cat” Collin LiBee. A very good friend who’s good with computer problems, and has been making some nice art to boot! He’s wearing his purple shirt today, and showing off a laptop with a familiar wallpaper design.

For PetrarchEleven, it’s his protogen character Ramune! He seems to be having a good time, dancing and waving those glowing batons all around. He just needs to be careful! If he doesn’t watch where he goes he could accidentally fall to pieces!

For Saturn’s Rings and Colonel Sandwich, it’s their respective characters Saturn and Terry, posing together for this one. Early on this year Saturn had asked for a picture of the two together, and this was the opportunity to do it. They are indeed a cute pair!

For Treevis, it’s his character Lytzyv, dashing and looking cool. I think this is the fourth iteration of him that I had made, with little tweaks in design each time. I don’t see too many images of him these days, so hopefully I got all the details down.

For VAdaPEGA, it’s Pantufa the Cat, as he appears in the “Extended Edition” of his game. I always thought he looked good in that attire. But with how small he is, I didn’t think it was enough, so Honker is here as well! It’s a two-fer! (Or maybe a “Toof-er”?)

For Cooper the Husky, we have…Cooper the Husky! He’s got a cute art style and characters to match, so I tried to keep with some of the aesthetic. I particularly liked his “modern outfit,” so that’s what he’s wearing here.

For Miles Fox, it's Charlotte, the main character of his work-in-progress, “SLAY-BELLS!” She seemed like an appropriate character to draw this time of year. I somehow ended up making her look like something from a Rankin-Bass special…which I guess is also appropriate.

For HunterBahamut, this is Hunter. I had drawn Bahamut a few times before, but this is the first time I made this one – I opted for his black-and-white iteration.. I’m not sure if he’s running away from or towards danger, but he sure looks like he’s ready to confront it either way.

Quite a few so far! And we're only halfway through!

[tword-brainrot]

Lunchtime Larceny

House steals Wilson’s lunch and pays for it dearly but, not exactly as soon as Wilson hopes.

Lee: House 🏡

Ler: Wilson 🖊️

Word count: ~1800

“Uh…I was eating that..”

Wilson drew, a dotted triangular outline from his sandwich nearly visible in his hand.

House took a bite as he took a seat across from Wilson, barely looking up for just a moment.

“Yeah, and now I am?”

House flatly replied, taking another bite before opening a file.

“Anyways, picture this…patient comes in presenting with a fever of 104.6 and no sense of taste or…..”

Wilson cut House off as he snatched the sandwich back from him. He took a large bite that caused half of the toppings to spill out onto his lunch tray, leaving a trail of mustard on his cheek.

They sit there in an uncomfortable kind of staring contest for what felt like an abnormal amount of time. House breaks this silence by wiping the mustard from Wilson’s face with his thumb, licking it off while keeping the eye contact. Wilson angrily looks away, a red hue covering his face.

“I win~”

House retorts, snatching up his file and the yellow bag of [undisclosed brand] chips on Wilson’s lunch tray before making his way back to his office with his spoils of war.

Wilson was left with nothing more than a misshapen pile of sandwich, a single carton of orange juice and a revenge plot forming in his head.

As the end of their shifts approached, House was still entirely boggled by the case. His head completely buried into the file with several infectious disease books scattered across his desk. He threw his signature tennis ball between his hands as he ruminated on what could possibly be causing this strange array of symptoms.

He was so focused, in fact, that he didn’t hear his door creak open…

He didn’t hear the blinds draw closed or the lock of the door clicking in time with the clock….

He didn’t hear the shuffling of umber dress shoes across his old carpet…..

He didn’t hear Wilson duck down and sneak behind his office chair……

And he certainly didn’t expect to feel ten digits digging into his sides

“AAHAhaAha!!! Shihihit!!!”

However, because of how unexpected this was, Wilson’s eye was on the receiving end of a tennis ball being thrown at Mach fucking 9.

“OW! God Dammit!”

Wilson stumbled backwards, clutching to where the ball landed.

“Shihihit! Sorry! Sohorry!”

House attempted to apologize, reaching out a hand to help Wilson while simultaneously poorly holding back his laughter at the situation.

“Are you though?? Jesus Christ, did you play softball as a kid or something?? Trying to throw a home run at midnight, Jeter?”

Wilson joked as House handed him an ice pack to prevent swelling.

“No but, I did play Lacrosse”

House flatly replies, moving the pack to check Wilson’s eyes with a flashlight.

“Do the thing you do when you need to pass a DUI test.”

Wilson obliged, looking back and forth, up and down.

“No signs of damage but, you might have a shiner in the morning on my behalf. Sorry about that…”

House apologetically expressed, letting out a sigh of relief. He placed the ice pack back onto Wilson’s face, holding it there while running his thumb across Wilson’s temple.

“It’s ok, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Maybe a grand entrance next time?”

Wilson jived as they began to make their way to the garage.

“Yeah, roll out the red carpet and get Chase to play the bugle for you. I bet that Aussie bastard knows how to!”

House chuckled, pressing the button for the elevator to take them down.

After the ride home, they took their designated spots on the couch and placed their legs on the table in perfect time with one another.

House set the TV to the recently recorded monster truck rally and poured himself a glass of scotch.

As they settled into the noise, Wilson innocently (😇) drapes an arm over House’s shoulders.

He responds by leaning into the touch, his own hand landing onto Wilson’s chest.

“Aww, look at you being all lovey dovey for me~”

Wilson purred into House’s ear, eliciting a stifled giggle from him.

“I just felt bahahad for striking out a non-existent batter your faAEEECE!”

House squeaked as Wilson’s left hand began to tap into his neck.

“Funny enough, I almost thank you for it. It gives me alllllll the excuse I need to doooo….this!”

Wilson shot his other hand down to House’s stomach, moving his other tapping fingers down to House’s collarbone. House erupted into bright titters, immediately wrapping his arms around his torso to protect himself from the attack.

“Ah ah ah! You can’t hide from this!”

Wilson teased as he snatched up House’s wrists with one hand to pin them above his head, straddling his waist (avoiding pressure on his leg ofc, he’s a villain not a monster)

“Nononono!!! Plehehehease!!!”

House squealed, pulling his arms down as far as they could go.

“Oh no, I insist! You’ve earned it, you sandwich-stealing-cocky-grin-wearing-precise-aim-having-prick!”

With each pause, Wilson tweaked a rib on alternating sides.

“WAHAHAHAIT!! *SNRK!* WIHIHILSON!! WIHIHILSON!!!”

House nearly shrieked, moving side to side in a vain attempt to block.

“That’s my name! Don’t wear it, or yourself, out, mKay?”

Wilson cheekily responded, moving his hand to ride House’s shirt up to just below his chest.

He began to draw light circles into his tummy, slowly making his way downwards.

“Eeehehehehee!! Wihihihilson! Plehehease!!! Ihihihit tihihihihickles!!”

House pleaded, the lightness of Wilson’s touch driving him mad.

“That’s the point, now..this is for stealing my sandwich…”

Wilson abruptly squeezed House’s right hip, causing House to dissolve into boisterous laughter.

“This is for taking my chips…”

He then squeezed the left one, eliciting a similar reaction.

“And this…”

He releases House’s wrists to squeeze into both hips at the same time with varying speeds.

“Is for blacking my damn eye!”

He leaned down to pepper House’s tummy with an absurd amount of kisses, tossing in the occasional short raspberry to really get him.

And get him it did..

“WIHIHI*SNRK!*HIHIHILSON!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! PLEHEHEASE! *SNRK!* I’M SAHAHAHARRY!!!”

House gripped into Wilson’s back, unable to cope with the combined tickly sensations.

“I don’t think you are..I mean there just wasn’t any seriousness in that tone at allll. I don’t quite believe you.”

Wilson sits back up, now drilling House’s hips with his thumbs.

“NOHOHOHO!!!*SNRK!*IHIHIHI *SNRK!* REHEHEALLY AHAHAM!!!”

House cackled out, his arms going limp into the couch.

“Then prove it, I want to hear…”

Wilson places one hand gently around House’s throat and the other hand directly over House’s sternum.

“Just how sorry you are~”

Wilson tightens his grip around his throat but, just enough to keep House still for the quick tapping that began at his sternum.

House begins shriek and thrash under Wilson, however, his screams are cut off by the hand around his throat. He quickly realized that in order to be able to breathe, let alone laugh, that he couldn’t move an inch.

“See, I wouldn’t do that, Spazzy. Wouldn’t want me to not be able to hear your apology, would we~?”

Wilson teased, running his free hand under House’s chin.

“Thihis is bullshit! Complete and utter-ah!”

House is cut off by Wilson squeezing ever so softly around House’s neck, cinching off his arteries with a devilishly sweet smile.

“Ah ah ah, that’s not very nice, is it? I want a real apology, before you can no longer speak. You have 30 seconds, better make ‘em count~”

He releases his arteries but, keeps a gentle hold on House.

House takes a deep breath, his eyes rolling to the back of his head momentarily from the blood rushing to his head.

“I-I’m sorry, I really am sorry. At least for possibly blacking your eye. If you genuinely wanted an a-apology for taking your lunch, I suppose we could go to somewhere nice for lunch tomorrow? My treat, I mean it..”

House looked up at Wilson with the sweetest look he had ever given anyone before, his piercing blue eyes glistening with stars.

“That’s…probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me..”

Wilson stares back at him, his own eyes softening as he released his hand from House’s neck.

“Yeah, and it only took me losing oxygen for a sec.”

House joked, running a hand across his own neck.

House can’t do this for very long though as he feels Wilson’s hands shoot under his arms.

“Too bad that, I just want to torment you even more now. You look soooo cute when you’re overwhelmed~”

Wilson admits, scribbling into House as fast as he could muster.

“BUT IHIHIHIHIHI *SNRK!* I APOLOGIZED!!! *SNRK!* WHIHIHIHI *SNRK!* WHY????”

House practically yelped, his laughter echoing through the dusty yellow light of the living room.

“I just told you why! Were you not listening, hmmmm?”

Wilson takes this opportunity to turn the volume of the television up a few notches, keeping a hand firmly squeezing into House’s top ribs.

He leaned in directly in front of House’s face, noses millimeters from touching each other.

“I want to watch you squirm and beg for mercy…Not for an apology or revenge or anything like that…

Just to watch you suffer~”

Wilson squeezed up and down House’s ribs, occasionally shooting down to tweak his hips.

“So…suffer~”

As House’s laughter rang through the room, tears of mirth were forming in his eyes. His whole body going limp beneath Wilson.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Not gonna put up a fight? Not gonna yell at me? Nothing left in ya??”

Wilson teased, drilling into House’s sternum with one hand and clawing into his stomach with the other.

“WIHIHIHIHIHI*HIC!*HIHILSONNNN!

PLEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHIHAHAHA!!I CAHA*HIC!*HAN’T!!”

House shrieked, tears now fully flowing down his face.

“Of course, you can. You don’t quite have an option right now, do you?”

Wilson innocently (😇) asked, moving to dig his index finger into his navel and clawing his other fingers around it on his tummy while continuing the drilling.

“NOHOHO*HIC!*HOHO!!! PLEASE!!

PLEHEHE*HIC!*HEHEHEASE!!!”

“Please what? I’m already tickling you to bits here, what more do you need? Hmmm? Hmmmmm?”

Wilson teased, switching to vibrate his fingers into House’s ribs.

“PLEHEHE*HIC!*HEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO *HIC!* NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!! PLEAHEHEASE!!”

House begged with everything he had left in him.

After a final squeeze to hips hips, Wilson finally ceased and began to help rub out any ghost tickles.

“AHahhaAha*hic!*hahaha!! Sthihihill tihihihickles!! Quhihihit ihihihit!!”

Unfortunately, House still giggled up a storm as his nerves were still entirely activated.

“Ok, okahahay! Goodness, you ok? I didn’t….overstep, did I?”

Wilson asked, getting up to grab House a glass of water.

“Nohohoho! You-hehehe! You’re fihihine, it was just…”

Wilson returns with the water and House takes a sip, thinking of what to say next.

“Overwhelming, I guess? But, not…in a particularly..bad way?”

House admitted, his face burning red

“Good, did you have fun paying for your sins at least?”

Wilson asked, pulling House in close

“I…”

“I plead the fifth…”

Authors note:

I had a TON of fun with this one! It was prompt 37 from the list and I took it and freakingggg ran with it. So, let me know what you all thought and as always,

Stay Tuned! 📺

[bigfemboyenergy]

dropping another fic??! (not sure)

just an idea but i kinda want to write a sonic x jjba fic..vento aureo but its just the 3 dead guys as sonic characters trying to navigate and maybe theyll accidentally travel to an alternate universe somehow idk sounds kinda fun,, but in all honesty i just like drawing bucciarati as sonic (im not valid at all for that but well pretend i am)

yeah bucci sonic design goes hard (no it does not do not quote me on it (he fucking looks like dora but he slays it)) so its been invading my brain because i like sonic for some reason !! also why did no one tell me theres an ihop sonic event rn cause bro i would love to try a knuckle sandwich. or like sonics item which i dont remember. yes technically it is a knuckle sandwich, that you can quote me on..

summary: i like sonic, i like bucciarati, why not?. HOLY SHIT WHAT IF I ROHAN KISHIBE’D SHADOW..sorry thats so random but im thinking as i type and as an avid lover of everything rohan i lowkey want to draw him now.. i forgor he existed but i rediscovered him and now hes like. back in the front of my brain (kinda like when i remembered reigen existed a while back..silly conman)

i will not lie my motivation likes to hate on me but if you want more lmk in an ask or comment !! this goes for any of my stories, id love to make a new chap dedicated to ya (cause yall are so inspiring 😍)