#especially the one i tried to draw in this

[22ayla21]

Disease

You are sick, and your partner is taking care of you. With the participation of: Mydei, Phainon, Anaxa

From the Author: I have been sick for three days now and I would really like some comfort from someone.

• He sits next to you, not leaving a single step, as if guarding your sleep. Even if you say that everything is fine, Mydei remains in the room, quiet and focused, watching your breathing and temperature. If necessary, he will sit silently in a chair all night to help at any moment.

• He brings decoctions and medicines, brewed according to old Amphoraean recipes. They are bitter and smell strange, but he looks so seriously and attentively that it is simply impossible to refuse. Moreover, he always checks that you drink to the last drop, even if he needs to hold the cup himself.

• If you are cold, he takes your hands in his without further ado, warms them with his breath, sitting next to you. His body radiates natural heat, so he can literally warm you, like a living heater.

• If you fall asleep, he will straighten the blanket, remove the hair from her face. He can lightly and almost imperceptibly touch your forehead with his lips, checking the fever. For him, this is not something ostentatious - just a natural desire to be close and protect.

• He will build an almost military regime: medications by the hour, only healthy food, bed rest and a complete lack of physical activity. Any attempts to get up are ignored. He will gently but firmly put you back down, making it clear that he is in charge here.

• Anaxa would first conduct his own "research" of the symptoms, writing down every little detail in a notebook. He would be skeptical of conventional treatment methods, choosing the ideal formula for a balanced tea from the rare herbs of Amphoreus.

• He would strictly ask everyone nearby not to make noise and not to disturb you. And he would only allow himself to speak in a hushed voice, staying near the bed and whispering something like: "Silence helps the body concentrate on regeneration."

• Anaxa would clearly draw up a schedule for your rest, food intake and medication. Any deviation would be accompanied by his serious and condemning look.

• And despite all his scientific approach and bold character, Anaxa awkwardly but sincerely held your hand when he thought you were sleeping and whispered: “Just try to get better... I still need your ridiculous hypotheses.”

• When the fever subsided and you came to your senses, Anaxa would arrange quiet conversations, telling you about what he had read while you were ill. All with the hidden purpose of not getting bored and keeping your thoughts away from the illness. "You don't think I'll let you fall behind in knowledge, do you?" he would say, adjusting her pillow.

• If someone from the Grove of Muses wanted to bother you or impose their "treatment", Anaxa would silently stand in the way, looking lazily but coldly: "She is under my protection. And no, your methods do not stand up to criticism." No one argued.

• For his beloved, Phainon has always been a true protector, and when you got sick, he completely enveloped you in all possible care. He carefully monitors your warmth, straightens the blanket, takes care of the silence around and tries to create an atmosphere of peace, as if with his actions he wants to protect you even from illness.

• While you sleep, Phainon stays close. He spends time reading books, not letting you out of sight, periodically checking your condition. These moments of silence are the most exciting for him - he rarely shows his worries, but when you are sick, he cannot hide his inner anxiety, and silently protects your sleep.

• Phainon tries not only to care, but also to cheer you up. When he sees that you are getting bored or sad, he can unexpectedly add a little humor to his care to distract you. He does all this with a serious look, which is why light jokes sound especially warm and sincere, making you smile.

• The most touching moments happen when you are almost falling asleep. Phainon gently brushes the strands of hair from your face, mentally noting how defenseless you look. It is important for him to know that you will recover, because your presence gives him strength. He rarely allows himself such quiet displays of affection, but it is at these moments that care becomes almost sacred.

• When you are sick, Phainon does everything to create an atmosphere of peace around you. He is not intrusive, but his presence is felt constantly - he remains nearby, even if he cannot find words of comfort. Just his silent attention and willingness to come to the rescue give you a feeling of security.

[riddlesrose]

special features

w/ azul, jamil, leona, & malleus

in which he has a certain feature that remind you a lot of nature's creatures, but it's cute. a lot cuter.

a.n; i think jamil kind of does have tiny fangs of some kind, or just longer (??) canine teeth, but take it as a headcanon of sorts. fact, lets call all of these headcanons!

enjoy this while i work on something bigger;))))

azul has blue blood coursing through his veins. the transformation potions he consumes are enough to physically change his body from an eight-legged sea creature to a human, walking on land with two legs, but even with the physical changes, azul is still at home in the sea.

you found out about his blue blood not far into knowing him, but not because he injured himself or told you– no, you had flustered the poor housewarden half to death. his face blossomed into a light blue hue that caught your attention, causing you to point it out.

"i am an octopus at the end of the day, dear. we have blue blood, not red!"

jamil takes caution to deter attention from the two prominent, sharp canine teeth that resemble snake fangs. he's spent years training himself not to smile too wide, not to yawn in public, and definitely not to point them out. he's never been particularly ashamed of them, just takes extra caution to not alarm or startle anyone, especially young children like many of kalim's siblings or his own younger sister.

he's gotten used to them over the years, but when you innocently ask about them, he's suddenly a little bit shy. he pulls the collar of his hoodie over his chin, covering most of his mouth, resulting in his fangs being hidden from your curious view.

"i was born with them, they're nothing special."

leona's eyes slit and expand like a common house cat when he's surprised or extremely pleased. he denies it every time someone brings it up, but he's usually unbothered by the curious looks he gets, as he's use to them. and really, no one would dare piss off a prince. especially a prince like leona.

when you take notice to leona's fluctuating pupils, you realize he's a lot nicer than the front he puts up. he particularly notice he's not so opposed to your presence, his pupils expand a lot when you're around, they quickly slit when someone tries to bug him, and they're dangerously sharp when someone wakes him up prematurely from a nap. but they're always somewhat blown wide when he's within an arms reach, it's almost comical how you didn't notice them sooner.

"one word, and you're banned from savanaclaw, herbivore."

malleus had never realized he's able to purr. not until you came along. he's never had someone he's been so comfortable with, someone he feels so free around. the first time it happened, you were relaxing in his room, content with drawing messy shapes on his hand.

the rumbling had you believing a storm was brewing, but malleus was in a good mood, and the sky was clear of any angry clouds. you were confused until he came closer, attempting to inspect the sky, he gently leant on your back. that's when you felt the rumble that emitted from malleus's chest.

"i simply had no idea i was capable of that, it's fascinating."

masterlist

[baphometsss]

Solas repeatedly explains that things are not so black and white and the fandom's response to the nature of his relationships with Mythal and Felassan etc are weirdly reminiscent of what he finds frustrating about modern Thedas.

He explains repeatedly that the distinction between spirit and demon is not that black and white, that there's always an element of choice involved. Likewise, he cannot be so easily defined as wisdom or pride. He is a mix of both and will lean into one or the other depending on how he is perceived. Over and over again he tries to make people see that it's our expectations that create the dynamics of our relationships and therefore how we perceive others. If we respect others in the way they would like to be respected, you can come closer to an authentic and equal partnership.

Likewise, he says that he is not defined by his body, a point Trick said came from their own thoughts around their gender and figuring out that they were nonbinary. Solas chose a male body, seemingly because he had to choose one, not necessarily because he felt like a man. In fact he repeatedly explains that he sees himself as a spirit i.e. genderless

The romance or friendship with the Inquisitor is special because it is the first time that he's branching out of his comfort zone of bonding like a spirit bonds (reflecting) and trying to bond like a person does instead (meeting them on their level, sharing his heart with them and being vulnerable). This is why one of my favourite lines from him is 'You are unique. In all Thedas I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention from the Fade. You have become important to me.' This is the first time he has fallen in love, the first time he has actually relished being a person and not a spirit, because he's able to be with Lavellan this way. He can't fall in love as a spirit as spirits don't bond that way, as is repeatedly stated throughout his story. I personally think the relationships he forged before Inquisition were all done using the attachment style of spirits, which is apparently quite abstract, and not as a man, which is more understandable to mortals and us, the player.

What's especially pertinent about this is that says this line right before he's about to abandon his plan to tear down the Veil by telling the Inquisitor the truth, a plan that symbolises his attachment to his spirit-self and the world he inadvertently destroyed. Once he does that, there's no coming back; likewise, once you take a body, you cannot go back. When you fall in love in a way that makes all the parts of you line up perfectly for the first time, you can't go back.

What is so beautiful to me about Solas's love story with Lavellan is that we witness Solas in a chrysalis state between spirithood and personhood, past and present (and future), on the precipice of metamorphosis. At the very moment he's about to take that final leap like The Fool his romance card is based on, he backs out, because of guilt, trauma, grief, duty and the rest.

Even with a befriended Inquisitor, he bonds with them on their level. He doesn't try to elevate them to his level; he comes to theirs. He is the opposite of Pride in their friendship, which is why he respects them. They allow him to be himself.

It's because of this change in nature that I think Solas and Lavellan's love story is so compelling--Solas's world quite literally changes when he falls in love, as he states multiple times, in various ways. I mean, look at the way he needs time to think about a potential relationship with Lavellan. He probably knows that it's a bad idea, but at this point he has no idea how much of a bad idea it is with respect to his plans because he has no idea that it will make him want to give it up. If he had, he never would've entertained the idea of a relationship. His romance card in Veilguard explains that he didn't know what it would mean to fall in love, because he's never actually been in love. He has loved countless friends and companions, like Mythal and Felassan, but he has not fallen for someone like he falls for a romanced Lavellan; Lavellan, who is deified like he was deified, who sees him for who he is (as much as they can) and doesn't shun him or punish him for not doing as he was told like a good lapdog.

Once again there's more of the irony that pervades Solas's story at every turn. It's in falling for a mortal that Solas becomes a more complete person, more of the man he says he is and not the god others have revered him as. That is the deepest change of all and the one that reflects his earlier statements on the delineation between spirit and demon not being so black and white, and involving a level of choice. Solas chooses to be more of a man in a similar way to how Cole chooses to become more human. He knows deep down that he's already in too deep to stop, and this is why, despite knowing he has a job to do and a duty to fulfil, he leaves clues for the Inquisition to follow him. Because he's already gone too far, and now he can't go back, and deep down he wants to be stopped, like Varric said. Solas, as a former spirit, doesn't simply feel love, he embodies it, and so he is helpless to that emotion. Of course he left clues.

Because that is what falling in love meant for Solas. It meant going into that chrysalis state and emerging as a totally new being with an experience that is quite far removed from his spirit self and all the limitations that come with that. Mythal and Felassan etc predate this experience, they're intrinsically tied to his nature as a spirit and then as a manifested spirit. While he loved them, that love was tangled up with a simpler nature, and the love he shares with Lavellan is coming from a totally new place. For that reason, the two can't really be compared.

[saphiccarma]

- Sweet Thing Pt.6/ Final 18+

pt.5

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - Agatha and Rio show you how much they love you.

Warnings: SMUT, boot worship, boot grinding, oral sex, fingering, neck kissing, i think that's it

A/N: Final Part! Idk I feel it's kinda anticlimantic but i think i'm satisfied with the smut. I tried to interlope some of the darker elements in the wording, especially with Rio, but idk. Anyways, I will write oneshots for this still.

Your knees were cushioned by a soft, plush pillow. Rio had bought it specifically for you when you last went on land, a soft square to cushion your whenever she wanted study your more siren-like features. Her fingers trailed a delicate line down your cheekbone. Stopping at the corner of your lips, her own curl into a smile, one that seems sweet but tinted with an edge of cruelty. With sharp nails, she digs into your skin slightly and you lean into the touch.

It wasn't like your usual examination sessions with Rio. She was more touchy this time, her hands touching where you had human features, soft touches that lingered longer than necessary. You didn't mind, not in the slightest, in fact you relished in the extra touch. Your body leaned into it, absorbing the soft caress like she was your life force.

Her thumb presses on your bottom lip and your tongue flicks out to lick at the calloused pad. The action draws a soft, small, laugh from her head tipping back slightly. She looks beautiful like this - hair let down to flow over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes sparkle with a dark light, shimmering in the dim light of the candle and the sun shining through the circle window.

Rio tugs your lip down, softly parting them so she could press her thumb in. You seal your lips around the digit eagerly and your tongue swirls around it. Pressing down on your tongue, Rio looks at you with hooded eyes, her dark lashes brushing against the slope of her cheek. The eyes you gave her could only be described as love-sick, big and wide with admiration shining around. You're careful not to bite down as you press your lips firmer together.

"Such an obedient little thing aren't you?" she coos, her words condescending as she praises you.

Your tongue flicks along her thumb and you smile around the digit eagerly. Her grin only widens at your expression, turning into something that borders on sadistic. Without warning, she pulls away and you whine, your lips still parting as you miss the weight of her thumb.

She's tracing your face again with a slender finger, trailing along your jaw as her boot wedges itself between your knees. Your legs are scootched apart slowly, but she's anything but gentle. Then she tilts her foot up, pushing the hard tip of her shoe into the spot between your thighs. It's not a new sensation, rather familiar, and you take the que. You sink further down onto the leather material until you can feel it pressing up against your clit. Rio had explained human anatomy to you a month ago.

Your panties, or rather Agatha's, were wet - not quite as drenched as they've been before, but definitely wet. Heat, a stark contrast to the cool of the ocean, pools low in your stomach. It bubbles and makes you whine, a low needy sound. Shoving her hands in her pockets casually, Rio raises an expectant eyebrow. From that expression alone you know you're not going to receive any help soothing the ache between your thighs.

With frantic movements you begin to grind your hips along her boot. It's rather pathetic, the way you writhe like an animal in heat, a needy creature that's begging for attention. Rio cups your jaw and tilts your head up so you look in her in the eyes.

As you grind on her boot, you find none of the desperate friction you're searching for, it's not enough. Simply smirking, Rio watches you struggle with an amused glint in her eyes. A part of you hates it, the fact that she merely watches you without offering assistance, but another part makes the blazing pit in your core burn brighter. It encourages you to gyrate your hips around her boot faster. There's the annoying barrier of your pants and panties that stands in the way.

Your hands fumble to grab at your pants and pull the down. Rio tuts and the sound has you stopping.

In hopes it'll please her, and maybe she'll offer help, you let out a loud sound - an odd mix between a whine and a moan. Rather than helping like you'd wished, Rio stays still, much to your dismay. She tilts her head, giving you a look that could only be described as faux pity. Raising her eyebrows slightly and lips parting, Rio coos lowly as she sticks her lower lip out.

Slick begins to slide down your inner thighs, a clear sign of your desperation as the ache grows bigger and bigger with no sign of relief. After you spend a few long moments rolling and grinding your hips pathetically on the boot, Rio tilts the shoe in a way that has you moaning.

"Look at you," she croons, voice low and taunting, "Grinding on my boot like the pathetic slut you are. Who knew sirens were so needy?"

Rocking your hips back and forth in a new movement, you tilt your head back, making a pornographic sound. The crew would surely hear you if they walked by Rio's office, with how loud you were being and it seemed the squelching sounds echoed off the walls equally as bad.

There's a rush of pleasure that ignites your body with a fresh flame as the boot hits a specific spot in your core, one that has you seeing stars in the best way possible. With a final, desperate and hard, grind of your hips, you feel the pressure in your stomach pop like a wine cork.

Your hips stutter and falter as you orgasm in your pants, soaking the garment through enough to make Rio's boot shine. Chuckling, Rio withdraws her foot. The action is slow and taunting. Your cheeks hit as the force of what you just did hits you when you come down from your post orgasm high. Head still spinning, you dip your head down with an embarrassed whine.

Mortification rolls through you in waves, hot and heavy and nothing like the pleasure you just had. But the sense of pure content drowns it out as you sigh and drop and your head onto her thigh.

Rio rolls her eyes and tilts your chin up, "There's nothing to be ashamed off sweetheart, I rather enjoyed the show."

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You were helping out on deck, crouched down to scrub grime out of the floorboards. It was just about the only task you were trusted with after you nearly crashed the ship when following Billy around and doing everything he did. Agatha made it abundantly clear that you were to keep your hands off everything above deck unless specifically specified otherwise.

Fingers trailed up your spine, above the thin fabric of your clothes and you shiver. It wasn't Rio, no her touch was lighter and she was in town right now, so that left one person who would touch you like that. Glancing over your shoulder, you offer Agatha a small smile as she looms over you. The older woman narrows her eyes.

"Hi," you chirp, oblivious to the heated look Agatha was giving you, her eyes darkened with desire. She licks her lips, and her hands slides to cup the smooth curve of your ass. A light squeeze is delivered, and you yelp, glaring at her over your shoulder.

"I'm trying to clean," you hiss, waving the brush around obnoxiously and dripping soapy water on the wooden floorboards. She gives another squeeze , drawing another small sound from you as your glare weakens. She rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"Please, you're just trying to feel useful," Agatha snorts and she removes her hand. For a moment you think she'll leave you be now, after successfully making a jab at your task. But you're wrong, instead she pats your head patronizingly, "I have something better for you to do. Meet me in our bedroom?"

She saunters away before you have a chance to respond. You drop the brush into the bucket and water splashes over the side, but you hardly care. Scrambling after the brunette woman, you feel a heat pool between your thighs, and you hope Agatha will do something about it.

When you make it to the bedroom Agatha is seated on the edge of the bed, leaning back with her arms braced on the soft cushions. She points to the floor in front of her, spread thighs making her intentions clear, and you slip to your knees obediently. Hands landing on her clothed thighs you give her wide eyes.

You tug on her pants, and she lifts her hips to assist you slightly. Her panties follow slowly and you lose breath at the sight of her bare, and dripping, cunt. For a long moment you simply stare at sight, licking your dry lips and swallowing harshly. Silence envelopes the room, your eyes shimmering and hands shaking on her thighs.

"Well pet? I don't have all day," She raises an unamused eyebrow, tone dry yet harsh.

Nodding eagerly, you start with a soft kiss to her inner thigh. The skin is soft, perfect beneath your lips as you linger slowly. Inhaling her heady scent, you trail your lips upwards, leaving a wet path. You could hear Agatha's breath hitch as your teeth nipped down lightly.

You smooth the bite mark with your tongue before getting closer to where she wanted you most. Pausing for a moment to stare at her, you licked your lips. Her thick curls were damp with arousal, and you use your fingers to pry her folds apart, dragging your tongue over the pink flesh.

She groans, a hand fisting your hair and keeping you held close. You moan at the taste of her and gather her wetness on your tongue. She tastes delicious, divine even, and you yearn for more. It's pathetic really, how desperate you are just to taste her, such a simple thing.

Swirling your tongue around her sensitive bud, you use your hands to keep her thighs spread, fingers kneading the soft flesh absently. Agatha moans above you, her hand curling even tighter and tugging on your scalp. You pay it no mind, eating her out like a woman starved. The door creaks open but you pay no mind, at least not until you feel fingers dancing down your spine. You shiver and pause in your movements for a moment.

You go to glance at Rio, but Agatha yanks you back to cunt, "Did I tell you to stop?" she hisses, tugging on your hair harshly.

You whine, the vibrations shooting up her body with a fresh jolt of pleasure.

"Look at you," Rio purrs in your ear, her voice velvety smooth and your tongue drags over Agatha's clit slowly, "Eating out Aggie like such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward." Her teeth nip at your earlobe before she sucks lightly.

She doesn't give you time to process the words before her hands slip between your thighs and brush against your own, aching, core. Whimpering, you try and focus on the task at hand. It's hard to do so when Rio swipes her fingers and gathers all the wetness there.

Rio wastes no time to shoving her fingers into your dripping cunt, causing you to moan against Agatha, and the younger of the two plants kisses along your neck. The older woman is close, based on how her thighs trembled and her hands tightened in your hair. The action spurs you on, even as your clit is rubbed roughly. Another whimper from you has Agatha coming undone. The sweet, sweet taste of her cum floods your tastebuds.

You can feel your own high approaching as you eagerly lap up Agatha's juices like it's nectar from the gods. While you come close to the edge, you lose yourself in the pleasure of Agatha's cunt. Rio curls her fingers, hitting that spongey spot inside you and you see stars.

Her thumb rubs circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you bucking into her hand desperately. Your release is so close, just a little bit more. Rio's palm is rough and scared where you grind against it, but you hardly care - in fact it makes it feel all the better.

"Pet-" Agatha pants, her hands pushing you away. Whining you shake your head, diving back in even as you feel Agatha go limp and her grip on your hair loosens. One hard thrust from Rio and you come undone, moaning and whimpering into Agatha's cunt as you finally pause, your own body shuddering.

You drop your head onto the mattress, breathing heavy as your mind spins. Rio slowly slips her fingers out of your tight hole, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. A hand smooths your hair and it's hard to tell who's it is, but you lean into the touch with a sigh.

"Such a good girl," Agatha coos as Rio kisses along your neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine.

"So good," Rio agrees, "Our sweet little thing."

[thelonestarinthesky]

Aight you’re taking requests? I got one for you.

Senku x architect reader

Reader helped Senku make a bunch of his blueprints before the petrification, and once he has his footing in the kingdom of science he decides to send out a group to go looking for Reader’s statue. Only to realize it was one of the many statue’s tsukasa destroyed >:) how do you think yuzuriah would react when she realizes one of the latest statues she repaired was Reader’s? How quickly would Senku try to revive reader after the war with tsukasa is over?

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pairing: senku x f!reader

a/n: Thank you for the request!! I hope you like it!!!

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Back in the modern world, Senku would most of the time not make his own blueprints. After all, that's why he had [Name] with him. She didn't complain, happy that her drawing skills would at least help him with his learning passion of science.

The two are childhood friends, Senku had practical dragged [Name] in his goal of making a spacecraft, seeing the girl doodle in her notebook during lunch time, taking this to his advantage, the trio was born, before Yuzuriha joined a couple years later.

Up until the purification, she was always by his side, equally showing his excitement in Science because that meant being useful to him by making blueprints and getting his praise!

Drinking his energy drink, Senku looks over at the girl for a brief moment as she happily draws out his idea.

"[Name]!" She looks up confused, hearing his voice only to see a bright light coming straight to her.

"Ah shit." She says, dropping her sketch book.

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It had been 3700+ years since the world was turned to stone, Senku had tried to look for [Name]'s statue when he had free time but no luck. After Gen had found him wandering around the forest, he knew that Senku quietly looking for someone must mean that they're very important to him.

So, with a little convincing, gathered some of the villagers look for the statue.

When they did actually find said statue, Senku had stood before all the broken pieces of the broken stone. He didn't say anything at first before quietly thanking everyone for their help with the search.

Bending down to gather the broken stones, Gen noticed his shoulder slightly shaking.

After winning the war with Tsukasa, he handed the broken pieces to Yuzuriha before quietly telling her to fix this statue inside the small hut besides the laboratory. Yuzuriha agreed to do so, a little confused with how serious he was. Even stating that fixing this statue would be her first priority with the other ones.

The girl spent days working on it, and Senku wouldn't dare come inside until Yuzuriha was almost done. Stepping back to see if the pieces matched, she almost dropped the pot filled with the substance she used to glue the stones back together, eyes wide with disbelief.

"[Name]?" She says in agony, hands shaking. Sure, she fixed a lot of statues in the past, but to fix one of her best friends makes her want to vomit. Especially knowing that Tsukasa had taken part in her destruction since she was found near the Tsukasa empire.

After crying a bit, she was determined to fix [Name] now, fired up, spending three days without resting.

And soon enough, her best friend was fixed up.

Upon Yuzuriha telling Senku that she finally finished fixing [Name] up, he went over and dumped the revival fluid, a bottle of it he had hidden away when the three had left to escape Tsukasa in the beginning.

For the sole purpose of using it on [Name].

Yuzuriha squeal, clearly shocked on how he didn't hesitate, "Wait, Senku! She's not waring any-"

The [H/C] haired girl fell into his arms, unconscious, her hair barely covering her chest as Senku held her. A genuine smile on his lips as the girl slowly opened her eyes, eyes unfocused before looking up at Senku.

".." She blinks slowly, only to be met with a sight that she would never think she would ever see from Senku. The boy was trying to suppress his tears from rolling down his face but failing as the tears hit her face.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, she comforted him first before Yuzuriha gave her clothes. While helping her face in them, Senku had his back facing them, rubbing his eyes, and ears flushed red.

Its been a couple weeks since [Name] was back, Senku would regular check her over, stating he wanted to make sure there wasn't an lingering side effects of the purification since she was put back together.

She was happily working on blue prints, Senku had made her a sketch book and pencils for her to work with. When he had mentioned building a ship, she went straight to work, laying down on the floor near to the telescope, completely in her work when she feels a hand on her legs, holding them down. Confused, she looks up to see it was Ssnku, looking a little annoyed.

"Oi, you're not wearing pants, so stop kicking your legs in the air. Someone can walk in and see under your dress." He says as she lets out a grumble since she's been interrupted.

Sitting down beside her, he looks over her designs. "Are these blueprints for the ship?" He asked. She nods, looking up at him as she rolls over on her back, legs pressed together and bent.

Her eyes stay on him as he flops the pages only to givgle quietly, "What's so funny?" He asked looking down at her.

"Oh, nothing. I just realized that nothing has really changed since the world changed. We always did this in your room, remember?" Smiling happily, she says

"...i guess you're right." He says, pushing the sketchbook onto her face as she complains about it, completely unaware of the way Senku's face is red. He's just glad that these moments stayed the same even if the world changed drastically.

not proof read so there might be spelling errors!

[meanbossart]

ASK COMPILATION: SHADOWCUTE, EGALITATION DU DROW, THE MAN WHO HAS NEVER HAD A COLD AND PROMISES OF FROTTING.

ALL I CAN DO FOR TONIGHT FOLKS, but I might end up doing another compilation very soon since the inbox situation is dire 💀

Thank you so much for showing so much interest in my character and my art! And an extra especial Thank You as always to anyone who has taken the time to leave a nice compliment or words of encouragement in my mail!

Now, onto the debauchery.

Surprisingly, no! While they may have been stuck at the hip since the early game, DU drow most definitely wasn't interested in becoming intimately involved with anyone at that stage - having lost all of his memories and seemingly kidnapped by mindflayers and all, he was a little on edge. Besides, Shadowheart struck him as rather juvenile in the earlier game, which kind of erased any possibility of his interest in her growing. By the time she """matures""" in DU drow's eyes he was already locked in with Astarion, and their friendship was also firmly established.

He did not. I think if he had been more observant as a Bhaalist he could have put two-and-two together - but he was far too self absorbed for that. He is under the impression that Helena (Orin's mother) had a divine pregnancy.

Besides women more often falling into a category that he is sexually attracted to (which doesn't affect his treatment of them by much either as long as he and Astarion are together, he may just steal a glance down their shirt or something) not really!

He has specific prejudices about women from the drow race for the same reasons everyone else has, but otherwise sex or gender doesn't impact his views. The one exception I can think of that may apply here is that he has a slight soft spot for mothers.

And don't worry, your english is perfectly fine!

Hello! I have gotten an ask about this before where I went much more in-depth, but I can't find it right now. The TLDR is that he doesn't care as long as you can still "pull your weight" outside of whatever the disability is. How reasonable his expectations are vary on how much he likes the person in question, but generally speaking he doesn't care and this would be something that bears much less weight than race or attitude - if they don't make it into a problem, he just won't bring it up.

He does have a vile sense of humor though; that might come up if he's trying to hurt someone's pride or, ironically, has built enough of a rapport with that he's comfortable joking around about such things with them.

Have a great day yourself!

I don't think there is anything wrong with relating to fictional characters, even if they are profoundly flawed or even straight up evil. Hopefully that's a vehicle for self-examination and introspection - after all, we are all flawed ourselves.

Honestly it is very hard for me to picture him old, at least in the conventional sense.

Truthfully, I am preeeeetty settled on DU drow being an immortal being at this point. I think it makes sense that Bhaal would have just stopped his aging at some point so he can be at peak performance while following through with his bidding, and that just seems to make sense to me based on prior BG lore. He changes over-time in other ways that I most certainly plan on drawing, but it might take a while for me to get there!

LOL, I think he retained knowledge of illness and disease just fine, so if he were to come down with something he wouldn't panic - probably quite the opposite. He strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn't walk into a hospital unless a limb was dangling off by an artery - and even then, his friends probably had to insist he went.

Luckily he must has the immune system of vulture after so many years of eating half-cooked wild animals and rolling around in the cold dirt, so he very rarely contracts disease. When he does, he likely just tries his best to hide it or dismiss the concerns of anyone around him about it.

I'm glad to hear that! I remember being concerned that DU drow's scars may get read as rather exploitative or disrespectful when my art first started getting traction - I'm relieved that not only that seems to never have happened, but that people like yourself can actually gain some self-confidence from it!

Listen now that I know that there is an audience for it -

I'm not sure how I feel about simply making a book with art that already exists online and charging people money for it - especially when I have prints for sale that are most definitely of better quality than a zine and can actually serve to decorate your home! But I suppose if an opportunity like that popped up and it made sense, I don't see why not!

Oh he hates her guts, LOL. He would respect The Hag Grind for the pure comedy of it if she weren't so disgusting to look at or so unpleasant to talk to. He's particularly irate at her during act 3 when she tries to trick him into killing that little girl's mother, since he almost follows through with it (one of my few moments of lore save-scumming because I felt like SUCH an idiot).

He definitely didn't take up on her offer in act 1 for the failed tadpole treatment!

And as a bonus, here are some Viscious Mockery inspired taunts Ethel definitely bombarded him with during every fight.

[daichiduskdrop]

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• Chapter 42

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: Very slight mentions of self worth

Words: 3309

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You nodded a little unsurely, avoiding the man's gaze as he watched you oh so fondly. Somehow, even after all of the appreciative words and comforting times, you had yet to see whatever they saw—you were just so ordinary.

Of course, you knew how to paint and draw and had a deeply embedded talent filling your soul. Whenever your old pack would go out of their way to remind you that you as an omega had first of all no right to, and second of all no use to studying, especially not in an university, your crying sessions which ended with you sniffling yourself to sleep, had you endlessly reminding yourself of what you truly believed - should one skin you of your soft body, tissue, bones and all, and your soul was to be left exposed, it would cry in need and want to create.

But never did it in your mind shimmer. Never did it glimmer like a starry night, never did it exceed any of those surrounding you.

Yes, you felt a connection to art of all kinds, one that was difficult to explain to anyone lacking it, but that was about all that was interesting about you. And so you couldn't help but wonder, what was it that the pack saw in you? What made them want to keep you around, help you heal, nourish, and protect that fragile body left to perish oh so long ago?

You sighed softly, wanting to forget this inner monologue and focus on what was around—looking up, you noticed the once brightly smiling alpha just before you, his chin jutted out against his winter jacket collar, his gaze kind and unwavering.

„Princess?”

He called softly, the man's hand reaching out to caress your arm. You could feel the warmth even under all the layers the pack claimed you needed to wear so you wouldn't get cold in the environment.

You remembered the light scolding of one of the alphas in the morning, going along the lines of,: Bub, the resort will surely be windy and cold; you should wear this as well, please, sunshine... Yes, of course we will keep her warm Kook, but that's besides the point! Please, Sunnybub, just wear the other shirt too, hm? Should Alpha scent it for you? Would that feel better?

You smiled softly at the memory, leaning in closer to the gentle man before you. Letting your arms wrap around his clothed torso, you allowed your weight to lean onto him, having Jimin gasp in surprise, quickly catching you while he stumbled back.

„Wait—sweetheart—!” he yelped as he tried to regain his balance on the slippery slope. Before either of you could fall, the alpha felt a hand on his back as he finally stood strong and tall (within his options, of course), allowing him to take on the soft weight of your body as you cuddled closer, seeking his warmth and comfort.

„Yah, Jimin-ah, you aren't letting kitten fall, are you?” He heard a deep, unsatisfied rumble behind him as Yoongi let go of him, adjusting the hat that belonged to Taehyung on your head as he calmly caressed your hair. Briskly turning to look at the older alpha, he was quick to whine in annoyance—it was embarrassing enough already that he stumbled.

Yes, they stood on a slippery hill covered in snow; yes, your clothes and his were just a bit too smooth to actually take a grip on; and yes, you did it unexpectedly—but he was an alpha, and you were his courted omega. He was always meant to have you rely on him.

„Hyung-!!” Yoongi chuckled as he continued on his way up the hill a bit further where their photoshoot was meant to take place, catching up to the eldest alpha who was making his way up but turned backwards to the slope so he kept watch over both you and Jimin.

You sighed softly as you rested your cheek on the young alpha's collarbone, breathing in his scent—but all the layers were in the way. Whimpering a little, you grasped his other shoulder, giving the surely expensive corduroy jacket a tug.

„What's wrong, sweetheart? Hm? Tell Alpha Princess; he will make it all better.” He said as he crouched a little to view your face, his fingers hidden in gloves finding your cheeks as they rubbed them for comfort. „C-Can't smell alpha...” you whispered shyly, looking away.

Chuckling softly, Jimin was just quick to hug you closer. „Aigoo, you're so cute! Ah, you'll give alpha a heart attack, princess!” The man gasped as he hugged you even closer, his chin tucking you close to his neck, though not much of it was exposed. After a few moments when he cooed and comforted you, the alpha was quick to unzip just the little top of his jacket, allowing the honey-like skin on his throat to peek through.

Hugging you close, he allowed one of his hands to find purchase on the back of your head, guiding you near as he sighed in content, your cheek resting against the bright warmth he brought with. Breathing in the soft vanilla blossoms with something slightly muskier, you allowed yourself to calm down lightly, any doubts abandoning you. With Jimin's chin carefully running over the top of your head, the alpha scented you softly before you were both interrupted.

A spray of coldness hit just your fingers resting against the alpha's shoulder and collarbone when a loud splosh sounded. Gentle white surrounded you all as you heard the soft giggles and laughs from only a little below you. Gasping and whimpering softly in shock, you felt the alpha's arms tighten around you protectively, the man surprised, not expecting the harsh cold just at the back of his neck when he was oh-so-carefully scenting you like the most tender alpha in the entire world.

Growling from the very bottom of his chest, his head whipped around, his arms tucking you even closer as another snowball hit his cream jacket, the snow breaking and cascading down his back like some kind of waterfall.

„Jeon Jungkook! Who do you think you are?!” He growled, the alpha pissed as the harsh satoori which sometimes comes back to came out in full force. The only response he got was another snowball, this time breaking against his shoulder, crunching against him. Only louder laughter responded as you peeked a little around the alpha's body, his scent agitated even through all the layers.

The maknae seemed to not be at all too worried about the clearly very annoyed alpha, seemingly having the time of his life as he bent to make another snowball quickly. „Don't you dare throw another—”

Before the growl could sound fully, the attack was already launched; this time it missed Jimin, though, landing dangerously close to your right, almost hitting you. Laughing louder, Jungkook was quick to egg the older on, not even reacting to the loud growl the man emitted.

„Hyung, let's play!”

He called happily, two snowballs in his arms as he carried a third, aiming at the said man. Giggling to yourself, you were quick to crouch down as well, making a little snowball yourself, ready to counterattack when the youngest finally would throw, in the meantime hiding behind the older's legs.

At the sound of your soft laugh of pure excitement, the alpha's anger was ever so slightly lifted. Yeah, he was worried about you getting a full blow to your face, knowing the discomfort was real, and you growing cold and sick and—

Standing up quickly, you threw towards the youngest alpha, both of you laughing in glee as you got a partial hit, the man dodging quickly as he soon started to attack you back—but careful to only hit just about your waist down. He was playing, but he didn't actually want you to get cold.

Throwing another snowball at him, you watched as Jungkook slowly but surely started to ascend, step by step, going through all of your attacks. You laughed so much you could hardly breathe as you bent down over and over to make more snowballs as quick as possible, a still lightly annoyed Jimin standing a few ways back where he finally himself started to play too after you softly called, „Jiminie oppa, quick! Before alpha gets here—!!”

Even through both of your attacks, the youngest slowly but surely climbed up the snow hill you were standing on, laughing loudly at any of the snow covering him, shaking it off quickly. And just as he was about a few meters in front of you, you abandoned the snow, gasping happily as you tried your best to run up towards the set.

Getting only a few steps uphill, you felt Jungkook closer and closer, both of you gasping for air through the soft giggles and laughs before the alpha's arms finally looped around your tummy, the man quick to lift you up and spin you in the air. Holding you close, you let your hands rest on the alpha's shoulders, kicking your legs a little in protest to being caught, both of you teetering to no end.

Just then another snowball hit, the maknae's legs getting a shower of snow as you heard a call from somewhere lower down the slope. „Kook-ah, let babycheeks go, or there will be a war!” followed by another snowball when the youngest refused to set you down. At the slightly older alpha's exaggerated war cry followed by the crunching of snow, you watched from the distance as Taehyung started to run up the hill towards you three.

Jungkook set you down gently, laughing softly alongside you as his lips cast a soft kiss on your forehead. „Babybun, I must leave you to war. But fear not, my baby—I will come home soon with victory!” He overplayed, squeezing your fingers as he laughed softly, himself screaming in mock fight as he turned and ran downwards towards Taehyung.

Jimin, quick for revenge, started running after him, tackling the youngest pack member into the plushy snow before he even got to the other alpha making his way up the steep. You watched on as they battled playfully in the snow, play fighting with occasional fake growls and battle cries.

„...b! Cub! Come quick to alpha!”

Looking up towards the quickly growing set, you noticed the eldest, his arms waving in the air as he tried to get your attention for, in his opinion, far too long. You quickly nodded, letting out a soft laugh once again as you hurried along the walked-through trail towards the oldest alpha, who was quick to outstretch his arms in your direction as you approached.

Hugging you close, you let Jin scent the top of your head covered by that hat, leaning in close to his wide shoulders. Softly rubbing the top of your back, the man smiled at you fondly but frowned quickly when he noticed the snow in your hair.

„Aish, peaches, you'll get a cold like this! Come here, let alpha help baby cub...” he fretted, his now gloved hands rushing to brush off any of the snow coating you from Jungkook's vicious attacks.

Taking your hand in his, the alpha adjusted the lanyard around your neck, caressing your cheek. „Come, cub, there are some warm drinks you can have. Are you hungry, baby?” Softly you shook your head. „I had the pas-tries, remember oppa?” You said, as the older lead, you carefully guided through the group of staff. „Okay honey... But you must say if you get hungry okay cub? Alphas will be eating after the photoshoot.”

There was another set-up tent up here as well, but it was much smaller than the one by the parking lot. Ushering you in, the man gently rubbed your back. „Come on, cub, quick, quick...” He said, both of you thanking the staff that held the plastic open for you both to hurry inside.

The air was once again warmer, but mostly scentless, comforting you. You made sure to not look into anyone's eyes, but immediately you noticed Yoongi's smell, the man resting against a foldable chair in his heavy jacket and all, looking as if he were sleeping.

Quick to walk over to him, you successfully avoided colliding with one of the photographers rushing past you, coming closer to the older. Before you even had time to speak, his eyes opened just a tiny bit, just enough for him to see you.

���Kitty?” he gruffly mumbled, one of his hands going out of his pockets to take yours into, the man pulling you closer. Gently guiding you to sit on his lap sideways, your back angled to face the bustling workers, the man didn't say much after that, having you settle on your own in his arms, your head resting close to his chest. His jacket was partially left open, allowing his scent to seep through, comforting you.

As you sighed in content, the alpha's hands rubbed over your back and held your hand, feeling him scent you carefully; you closed your eyes.

„Nap a bit, little kitten... Alpha will be here when you wake up... Don't you worry about a thing,” he mumbled softly to your ear, his lips gently pecking your temple after he took off the little hat, his nimble fingers brushing through your soft hair.

The man himself allowed his mind to slip into the comfort and calmness of sleep, closing his eyes once again, feeling fulfilled with you, his courted omega, resting against his chest, warm and peaceful.

Just perfect.

❄️

You didn't know how much time had passed before you were awoken, a gentle rumble against your warm cheek, as you felt a mellow touch against your head.

„..ke up, little one, hm? Baby pup, alpha has something for you that will make you feel all nice and warm. How about that…? Come on, little pup... There you are...” Your eyes fluttered open, settling on the crouched figure just before you—Namjoon.

The pack alpha watched you kindly like always, one of his hands tightly laced with yours while his other was petting your hair in a soft caress. His cheeks showed the deep dimples you got the pleasure of seeing from time to time as he smiled at your sleepy, cute form.

Pulling you to sit up, the alpha you nested against, Yoongi, gently tutted at your whines, easing you forward when you went to try and turn towards his chest, seeking the comfortable warmth again. „No, no, no kitten ... I know, baby, I know, but listen to your pack alpha now.” He said, a soft pat landing at the side of your hip in warning.

Your eyes found Namjoon's again. Only now did you notice the black thermos he held. „Sit up better, pup... There you go, good girl.” He praised you when you allowed the older to adjust you against his knees, his hands finding purchase just around your waist, still holding you close.

Pouring you the cup of the warm liquid, the alpha felt himself almost preen at the thought of you being warmed up, protected, and comfortable enough to go to sleep even outside of their home. He blew on the cup for a few long moments, making sure the sides wouldn't hurt you as he pulled your sleeves to form cute sweater paws in order to protect you from burning yourself.

„There, now don't let it drop, okay, baby pup...? It's fruit tea; it should be nice and sweet for our little omega. How does that sound?” Chuckling at your excited nod, he blew on it for you again, his hands covering yours as he held the cup with you, the man's thumbs softly caressing your knuckles. Finally, he allowed you to take a little sip, watching over your reaction, smiling widely when you nodded at the taste in satisfaction.

„Baby pup, we must go and do our photoshoot now, 'kay? Do you want to stay with alphas and watch or rest here for a while longer?” He said, one of his palms now caressing your knees.

You still felt quite tired, and so after you mumbled about wanting to go back to sleep, having them both laugh, the man stood up again, kissing your forehead. „Okay, my pup. Let's set you up a little spot then, hm? That sounds good.” You nodded slowly, having Yoongi leisurely slide you off his lap, Namjoon's hand quickly grabbing yours after the older also took the now empty thermos cup, screwing it on.

Leading you further to the corner where the small resting area was located, the pack alpha scooted two of the foldable chairs together so they created a little longer seat. Just then another pack member came to, having you look up after you recognised his scent.

„Oh Sunny, you cutie, did you sleep well?” You nodded, yawning, having the alpha smile at you. „You want to sleep some more? Here, how about we put some of alpha's scent around you, little sunshine?” Hobi said, cleverly thinking as he placed on the seat one of his sweaters he tried on before, but the stylists decided that they preferred a different one for the photoshoot.

Laying it down on the little place, the pack alpha placed his open jacket down there as well, the interior fully fluff-lined, feeling comfortable to touch. Quick to pick you up, the oldest alpha of the bunch gently lowered you down against the soft makeshift den they made for you, wrapping you up in the jacket.

With the comfort companion right next to your cheek, it really did feel almost as if the alphas were all around you if you closed your eyes and thought about it hard enough. Curled up tightly, you watched with tired eyes as Namjoon placed another jacket over you, this time almost fully hiding you from sight.

Yeah, they would be just outside the tent, but nothing was bad about being cautious even if this was all their well-trusted staff around. They wouldn't take any risks when it came down to you.

Sighing softly, Yoongi allowed his wrist gland to scent you as he carefully petted your back, gentle and sweet. Hoseok did the same, for a while holding your hand, which felt a little too cold in his opinion, making sure to tuck it under their scented clothes after. With the pack alpha crouched before you, he watched you carefully as he pecked your forehead from time to time, reminding you of his presence.

„Please, everyone to the set!”

Calling back that they'll be there soon, Hoseok turned back to you as he gushed over you. „Sunny, we will be just outside, okay? If anything, you can come right to us, or call, and alphas will come running to you.” It wasn't even a joke; they all knew that they would be extra cautious to listen to their surroundings should even the littlest whine leave you.

„Alphas will take care of you, little kitten, always and forever... Now rest your little eyes and sleep tight.” The alpha softly said, also tired. He enjoyed his nap with you, safe to say.

„Baby pup, stay here if you can, okay? And if anything goes wrong, you come find alphas right away, okay, little pup? Can you do that for me?” You nodded a little, your mind clouded with sleep.

Leaving a little kiss on the tip of your nose at your answer, the pack alpha gently rubbed your shoulder. „Thank you, little one. Now sleep tight, okay? Alpha loves you.”

He whispered the last part, his voice soft and gentle in a way you had yet to hear. Leaving his scent on you one last time, the alphas slowly walked away, having you rest practically reeking of them. And with the growing quietness of the world surrounding you, you slipped to dreamland once again.

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Sideswipe got separated from the group that is his (when did they become his?)

"Sideswipe!" The comm crackled in his ear.

Elita Elita Elita

Elita is safe, Elita means safe, is Elita safe?

"Commander," Sideswipe responded. He meant it to be louder, more urgent, but he couldn't get the breath in his lungs to cooperate for more than a quiet word or loud cough.

"Sideswipe, where are you?"

I don't know I don't know I don't know

Sideswipe tried to respond, a screaming quint lunged for his chest, the quint got a blade through whatever the quintesson equivalent of a brain was.

"Sideswipe, what was that?"

His comm was on when he killed it, and it was close enough to his chest for Elita to hear even through the armor.

"Alive, location unknown, can't see anyone I know," every other word was another breath, why couldn't Sideswipe breathe?

"What about landmarks, Sideswipe?" Elita's voice was a balm to his panic.

He was panicking?

Oh.

A quintesson lunged for his head, Sideswipe dodged to the side, then stuck out his blade and held it steady. The quintesson was cut nearly in two because of its own momentum.

Sideswipe looked around, searching. There, a rocky outcropping he could put his back to so that he could buy a second to breathe.

He sprinted. His back was covered for a moment.

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

"I'm near a rocky outcropping, I'm going to climb on top to see if I can spot someone."

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

"Sideswipe, if you do so, there's a good chance you draw the attention of any quintessons near you that aren't already preoccupied. Describe more of the landscape around you. Don't climb up."

In, one, two, three

Out, one, two, three

Sideswipe climbed onto the top of the rock.

"...Dammit Sideswipe, I see you. We'll be there in ar-"

A quint had climbed up the rock behind him and tackled him. His comm was static.

nononoNONONO

Shit. SHit! SHIT!

Sideswipe threw the quint off him and off the rock as well.

Another quintesson was climbing up the rock to try to get to Sideswipe, it got hit by the falling one and fell to the ground with it.

A third quint tried the same tactic as the first and tried to tackle him from behind. He dodged and let it fall on top of the previous two.

This continued for around three minutes, with Sideswipe dodging quintessons and letting them fall, or killing them and letting their corpses fall.

Sideswipe turned, then spotted a certain pink ground vehicle speeding towards him acompanied by some others. Sideswipe nearly fell when a quint took his momentary distraction as a chance to go for his legs.

He stabbed that one, then threw it down off the rock.

I'm the king of the castle get down you dirty rascal!

Sideswipe started laughing somewhat manically as the children's rhyme popped into his head.

He stopped laughing quickly, he was breathing too hard for laughter.

Sideswipe was exhausted. He'd been fighting all day, and fending off attacks from all sides with no respite could wear down anyone with enough time, especially if they were already tired, had wasted energy on panicking like a fresh-paint pilot, or were still separated from all help by about a mile.

Sideswipe roundhoused a quint that came at him for a full frontal attack. Elita got closer.

Sideswipe would only need to make it another 45 seconds or so before his commander and the rest of his squad would be here to take care of the quints so he could climb down without getting jumped.

Another fucking quint aimed for his chest.

Sideswipe was open-mouth panting, but his panic was long gone.

He was surrounded on the top of the rock as best as the quints could get, it seemed they'd finally gotten coordinated. (Or it was chance, monkeys and typewriters and Shakespeare, or something like that.)

Sideswipe let out a guttural scream.

30 more seconds.

"My Name is Simon Sideswipe Salucchi and I will not DIE HERE DAMMIT!!"

He kicked a quint off the rock as he dodged another that was trying for his side, then jumped straight up as one went for his legs, landing on it with a meaty squelch. A fourth quint was already aiming for his back, and he grabbed it by its neck brought it to his chest so that he could hold it still to snap its neck. The second quint was back up and lunged for his other side and a fifth quint went for his opposite. Sideswipe took a step back and the two collided loony toons style. He kicked them off the rock.

More quints were climbing up. More quints ended up dead.

Elita Elita Elita

Elita means safe. Her and the rest took care of the rest of the quints on the ground that were still alive. There were not that many soon-to-be corpses left, for them to take care of. Just a lot of corpses.

Sideswipe had probably broken his record for quints killed in a single mission.

Sideswipe climbed down the rock, Elita was saying something.

Sideswipe wrapped his arms around Elita and sagged. His face was tucked into her neck even though he was taller than her.

"Sideswipe, can you hear me?"

Sideswipe didn't respond for longer than he should have.

"I think there may be something wrong with his audials," she said to the field medic with them (Quarter? Dime? Maybe Penny? It's a coin, he knows that much.)

Sideswipe shook his head, "nthing wrng wth my hring."

Sideswipe misses his mom took a step away from Elita.

"I'm alright, my comms are fucked, but aside from that, nothing's damaged."

Elita gives him a look.

"We're done here anyway. Let Nickel take a look once we get back to base." (It's Nickel, that's her name.)

"Yes, commander."

For once, Sideswipe sounds like a real soldier.

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This is so much longer than I meant it to be. 1000 words exactly.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

If you think this is chaotic and disorganised, you're right, part of it was supposed to be a bit messy because sideswipe is panicking, but part of it is also that I cannot make myself edit it and I don't have anyone that would or could.

If you can't tell what Sideswipe says at the end there, it's "nothing wrong with my hearing"

I need you to know that everyone did in fact hear him fucking scream, which kicked them into gear. They were already going about 80 miles an hour/128 km per hour (1 mile/1.6 km in 45 seconds), and they went a third of a mile from when the 45 seconds is stated to when the 30 seconds is stated, but then he let that scream out and they hit 120 mph real quick, which got them there about 5-10 seconds earlier than he had calculated, so 20-25 seconds instead of 30 (20 is not including speeding up and slowing down, 25 is still really optimistic for how fast they can speed up and slow down, 30 was how long it would take them to get there at 80 mph without calculated for them to slow down, sideswipe was a bit too preoccupied to add that to his calculations. Yes, I do think he could do it, he was a street racer, so it'd be relevant for him to learn how to judge speed, and that's the kind of math that I think he'd be good at and would think is worth learning.)

^ This is all math, read if you want, but it's not technically necessary.

They all heard him yell his name too, so that's gonna be interesting ;)

Also, Elita is Sideswipe's mother now. I don't make the rules. (I know it's usually Chromia, but like, Elita is so mom shaped)

I have more rambles about this snippet, but I'm tired, so maybe I'll send something in about those later.

As always, you somehow are a mind reader.

God, this is so pretty and very intone with Arcturus. I swear something like this is coming down the pipe but it probably won’t be for another few chapters.

As someone who does so much research for this fic, I truly appreciate the math you put into it.

Beautiful beautiful work, thank you.

[artificialmoth]

New summon Rain angst

@skele-bunny

not proofread but I got dared to post it so :3

Rain being summoned right when half the pack is gone and Dews still in a coma. He never meets Dew as water, Aether and Mountain are touchy about Dew already. They're distant with everyone new, but especially Rain.

Rain doesn't know it then, but it's bc while everyone else is replacing someone in their pack - notably, the ghoulettes replacing Zephyr - they aren't replacing a ghoul that's still alive and tangible. Rain is.

He's summoned in a shaky time for the pack as a whole. He tries to get closer to Mountain, feeling that draw for an earth ghoul, but Mountain snubs him.

It feels like betrayal, getting close to Dews replacement, when Dews life is still in the balance.

Rain eventually develops resentment for Dew. He's never met him - none of them have been allowed into his hospital room - but he *hates* Dew.

When he's particularly lonely - because the ghoulettes are busy together and Swiss isn't around - and upset, hurting bc the one ghoul that, objectively, should *want him*, is ignoring him. He wishes Dew would *die already*.

He regrets it when Dew wakes up, fire and finally able to walk and come home. When he's shaky legged and weak still.

He doesn't regret it when Dew glares at him, hisses and ignores him more than Aether and Mountain had.

Rain had spent so much time on his own, had tried so hard to be *wanted* by them. He's learned so much by himself - he had to learn how to work the tub bc no one taught him, and he burned himself more often than not. He had to find out where food is, and how to make things. How to get dressed in his uniform, how to walk on land.

No one taught him about the lake, or how to keep his scales shiny and smooth or his gills and fins from drying out. He's sick by the time Dews fully recovered. But he doesn't know his parts for playing - no one taught him, and he doesn't know how to glamour his hands so the webbing is gone, he cant play with the webbing in the way.

He's hurt and alone and he wants Mountain, he wants someone, to want him. He isolates himself bc he can't stand to see all of them happy, now. The ghoulettes and Swiss have been embraced, folded into the pack so easily, and Rains on the outskirts of the pack.

He gets close to Copia, at least. They're both new and unsure of their footing, shaky and left on the outside.

Dew eventually comes around. It only takes another week for him to get sick of how bad Rain looks, before he's up and showing him everything he should've been shown sooner. He didn't know it was bc Aeth and Mountain couldn't look Rain in the eye bc Dew was half dead in the hospital bc of him, not until they mentioned it.

and God, rain not being able to talk makes it worse. He doesnt know if they know how to sign, let alone if they could understand the adjustments he's made for the webbing between his fingers. He doesn't know how to write or read yet, no one taught him. He couldnt express his wants and needs as easily until Dew sat down to teach him to read and write, showed him how to glamour his hands so he can play, showed him where the good snacks are, the lake, all the little things that help keep him from drying out.

Rain carrying that feeling of dismissal all the way through practice and into tour. Hides when he feels eyes on him, refuses to let anyone help him.

Even if Dew showed him things to help, it isn't enough. When Rain runs out during tour, he doesn't know how to ask for more. Doesn't know if that's allowed, and Dew doesn't need it anymore so he doesn't even realize it.

Doesn't notice when Rain hides in his room if they aren't pairing up, or in his bed when they are. doesn't realize when rains staying glamoured longer and longer, and when he isn't, he itches at his finds and gills.

Rains sick and suffering, dried out and unsure if he can even ask for help. Resigning himself to hiding, and waiting until they get home so he can sink himself in the lake.

It's not until hes paired up with Mountain for the night, when mountain leaves for a while to go out with Dew and aether, and comes back to find Rain up still. It's late and normally he's in bed early.

He's in the bathroom, hands shaking as he inspects his gills and finds, dry and irritated. He's bleeding a little, his scales are flaking off and dull. He looks miserable, teary eyed and rubbing at his gills on his neck. Trying to refrain from scratching but it itches so so so badly.

And Mountain asks where the different fancy creams and lotions are, the ones he helped Dew find, some he made for him. The ones he applied to Dews fins and gills himself.

And Rain looks over, and his expression just crumples as he signs that he ran out. He'd tried to make it all last - he'd been sparing in what he brought on tour, scared to take room on the bus. So he tried to make it work with a small portion of his usual routine, didn't realize how bad it would get. Hotel water is chlorinated, it doesn't have the same minerals as water at the ministry does. It just made him dry out faster, and stings when his skin split.

Luckily, Mountain had Vaseline, knows it helps in a pinch. He keeps an Obscene amount on him during tour bc his hands dry out. Applies it to the sore spots, the patches of skin and gills that were too dry and flaking a little. Feels his heart crack when Rain just silently cries bc it makes it stop hurting as much.

It doesn't make everything go away. Mountain makes sure to clear time to get some replacements for Rain, tells the others so they can hopefully keep up and get new bottles if he runs out and doesn't say anything.

It doesn't fix how tight the uniforms are and how uncomfortable Rain feels sometimes, squeezed into the clothes. He feels hot, sure, but by the time the set is over, he's crawling out of his skin.

But it makes it easier. His skin isn't dry, he's not achy and sore anymore. It helps

[dr9com9ge-ix]

Apparently Sprunki is getting a remaster and Nyanio has said that that they'll be replacing Wenda bc she's the worst of the content farms

Thoughts? Both in general and related to the AU

oh god, Okay opinion time. It’s a long one folks… It’s gonna get maybe a bit emotional and please don’t take my word as gospel or something, Have opinions please! I also use “you” alot when I’m not referring to any specific person/ when I refer to a general person so apologies if I sound accusatory or anything- It’s a habit of speech.

Okay actual stuff under the cut.

Dude can do what he wants, I already know of this news and choice (Honestly I really try not to think about it because it bums me out), The choice to abandon her is understandable considering like… The horrible content that has been made of her and not wanting to use the character anymore. I do despise content farms and what they do to media in general (I used to watch people discuss how bad they’ve gotten in recent years— MAN I also like TADC so I’VE BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER TWICE MAN. It kind of hurts to see Sprunki so often in them that I stopped watching videos regarding dissing content farms.)

I kind of understand (Though heavily disagree with)people watching some of it in Sprunki’s case because of the lack of story driven media if you only focus on content on YouTube. I’ve tried watching like… I think GameToon’s Sprunki and just was like “Man… These characters deserve so much better than this, I’VE SEEN BETTER DONE WITH THESE CHARACTERS!!! ON TUMBLR!!!” and not to mention them literally stealing OCs and me not having the mental fortitude to handle like… How content farmed content’s tone usually is.

(I WILL REITERATE, I do not think you are a bad person if you watch GameToon’s content and like it-

I just do not like what content farms do in general for a media’s reputation and search results. ESPECIALLY REGARDING SPRUNKI as the creator was literally DOXXED over it as far as I know. Nobody deserves that for just creating things. It’s frustrating and heartbreaking when it happens.

Though watching farms does unfortunately support them and thus they make more and more usually low tier, low brow and if I’m being a pretentious artist… Heartless content. Made for a profit off of something they don’t actually like as much as who they’re targeting. If they did care they wouldn’t have taken other people’s ocs. They would have been consistent with characterization and themes—SHIT They’d probably try to have the SAME VAS for some characters!!!! I only watched some of it solely because someone on the sprunki tag said they gave Jevin a “hot voice” and I ALSO HATE HOW THEY MAKE HIM A VILLAIN A MAJORITY OF THE TIME AS FAR AS I’VE SEEN.)

Actually the whole horrible thing that happened to the creator and a video discussing it is how I got into Sprunki- I felt terrible and went “Why don’t I give into the impulse to draw something from this? I’m sure making something nice of it will be better than… Whatever horrors get spat out for ad revenue.” and I did! I think I do have a kind of underdog bias with a comment under one of the most popular mixes with the original mod going “Why they never use the blue one? :(“ or something so Jevin became my favorite and first to be drawn- With the rest following because I’d genuinely gotten so attached to all these funky little guys!

And regarding Wenda in my AU? She’s not going anywhere.

I would understand if the creator went “Please stop using her in anything.” I would respect that wish (albeit tearfully) but he didn’t he just told people to behave- Not act a fool and such which I don’t think making an AU is that…. It’s just making your take on a media you like as a fan. I’ve already like… Pack bonded with the OG characters and WENDA INCLUDED. I have so much planned for her she’s too important to it and also I think one of my friends would probably get really sad if I ever did just scrap her. I truly just want justice to be done for her (aka GOOD MEDIA THAT CARES ABOUT IT’S CHARACTERS) because I think she’s probably one of the potentially most interesting of the OG bunch if you take away any outside media (Like questions of “why did she do what she did in Horror mode?”, “How was she like previously? Was it a sudden snap or something a long time coming?”) and I think any answer to it is interesting!

I also kind of hate the reductive take of “Too many people do this interpretation of [character], I hate it now!! I’m doing a different one!” I see sometimes so I don’t want to hear about that, Sometimes that’s just the natural assumptions one would make about THE SAME CHARACTERS IN A MEDIA… And that’s an entirely different gripe unrelated to this! Like shush… There are fans of that interpretation and I’d rather you make yours WITHOUT disrespecting other’s interps.

Anyways summary is:

DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!!!!! (as LONG AS YOU AREN’T HURTING/DISRESPECTING PEOPLE!!!!) Love your medias!! Make your arts!! And Sunshine Suburbia! Wenda is staying because… I love her too much. c,: And again DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!!!!

[uluvjay]

Desperate times-T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister

In which Trevor is desperate for something, anything, he doesn’t even care that his best friend is across the hall..

Warnings?: SMUT, dry humping…, switch! Trevor, cursing, unprotected orgasm (use protection!), p in v, kissing, sorry if I missed any errors!!

Your head turned towards the door when you heard the sound of the doorknob twisting, waiting to see who would be walking into your room at this hour.

Butterflies rumbled in your stomach when you saw Trevor’s head poke in, flashing you a quick smile he slid in and shut the door quietly-not forgetting to twist the lock.

“What’re you doing in here?” You smiled as he made his way towards your large bed, gray sweats low on his hips, white t shirt hugging his biceps just right, his sun kissed skin complimenting the color well.

“Had to come see my girl.” He shrugged as he climbed into the bed beside you, large body leaning over yours to connect your lips.

The kiss was slow and sweet, you could feel his tension from the day slipping away as your fingers threaded into his soft locks.

He had spent the day training with your brothers and some of the other guys, his body sore and aching when they got back to the house.

It didn’t help that he found you tanning out in the yard with his favorite bikini hugging your body, you felt the same way seeing him walk through the side gate shirtless, toned stomach glistening in the afternoon sun.

You tried to sneak off when he disappeared to shower but your eldest brother needed your help with something when he saw you walking through the door and by the time you were done Trevor was all done and dressed.

He pulled his soft lips from yours, leaving one more peck behind before snuggling into your side hand moving up to hold your boob through your tank top while he turned his attention to the TV.

You giggled at his antics a hand moving back to his hair to play with the soft locks as you both watched the movie that was playing on your tv.

It wasn’t long before his lips were trailing along your throat and his hand was moving from your boob to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

His thick fingers teased the elastic daring to slip below the cotton shorts but your hand was quick to reach for his wrist before they could.

“Z we can’t, my brothers are home” you sighed, no matter how bad you wanted him you couldn’t risk one of the boys hearing, especially with Jack being across the hall.

This was the worst part of hiding your relationship, you’d spent the last ten months tangled up in his sheets in Anaheim far away from your brothers, far from any boundaries or risks.

You’d been attending school out there and Trevor was asked to do one simple thing by your brothers; keep an eye on you make you feel at home.

And boy did he make sure you were well taken care of.

And as hard as it was to keep your hands to yourself and not draw any attention to you two, you missed him and his touch. But your brothers reactions would be worse, especially Quinn who had very little trust in Trevor.

“Baby please, I’m dying here.” He groaned dramatically flopping onto his back.

Your eyes trailed over his tan body eyes catching the prominent boner pushing against the cotton of his pants.

“You’re too loud to have sex” you laughed softly, it wasn’t you that you were worried about, it was Trevor and his loud gasps, deep grunts, and heavy curses.

He pouted as he pushed himself up against the headboard pulling your warm body over his, resting his hands on your hips he looked at you with lusty pleading eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be sex, I’ll take anything, please baby I miss feeling you.” He whined hands gripping at you desperately pulling you closer.

He was so warm beneath you, his chest strong and firm beneath your hands as you ran them over his fabric covered chest.

“You have to be quiet.”

“I can be quiet, I promise.” He blushed nodding along to your words.

You loved when you had him like this, yes you loved when he’d bend you over and fuck you stupid but there was something about him desperate and needy below you, ready to do anything and everything to please you and get his release.

You moved back giving yourself enough room to pull your shorts off watching Trevor’s confused eyes as you threw them on the floor, your panties remaining on.

“Pull your sweats down, leave your boxers on.” You instructed.

He did as you asked shoving the material down his legs throwing them onto the floor landing them right next to your discarded shorts.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock stretching his boxers, the small damp spot where the tip of his cock had been.

He watched on as you climbed back up his body hovering your body right over where he needed you most, teasing, waiting to see if he’d break and pull you down, have his way with you.

But no he waited patiently, waited for you to drop down and rut your cunt against his aching cock and oh was it worth the wait.

Pleasure shot through your body at the contact, Trevor’s hands gripping desperately at your waist as your hips ground down again. His head dropped back against the headboard a choked gasp breaking free as you kept going.

Trevor felt like his skin was burning, his body full of a desperate need to feel you, the pleasure he felt each time the warmth of your cunt pressed down against his cotton boxers the unbearable friction causing breathless moans to escape his throat.

The sight above was one you’d never forget, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open, skin flushed and hot, baby hairs sticking to the sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He looked so good desperate and needy for you.

You could feel it too, feel the burn in your legs as you continued to rock against him. The pleasure was something you’d never felt before, so good yet still leaving you with the need for more.

The need to feel his cock deep in you while you rode him like there was no tomorrow, nothing stopping you from taking what you wanted-but you couldn’t, not now, this would have to do.

“Fuck-“ his voice was raw and rough, a small crack breaking through as the pleasure in his spine built up.

He couldn’t help himself when his hips bucked up involuntarily the pleasure shooting through both of you, throwing you off your hands clung to his shirt the material balled up in your hands.

His hands shook against you, chest heaving as the pleasure consumed him and all his senses. He’s whimpering out small pleas, begging you not to stop, to keep going, to keep rubbing yourself on his cock.

You couldn’t stop if your wanted, the pleasure unbearable yet so overwhelming. Your body burned hot with need as you rocked harder and faster on his cock.

Trevor can tell your getting close by the way your body begins to shake with need, movements getting sloppy as the pleasure begins to consume all of you, your soft whines filling the quiet room.

He thinks about the way you’d be hugging his cock if he were fucking you right now, how he’d be struggling to move from how tight you’d be around him, how your nails would be digging into the skin of his back.

His boxers are soaked, a mixture of his leaking cock and wetness from your dripping cunt. It’s slick, wet-messy, but oh so so hot.

Trevor’s eyes shoot open at the sound of a little to loud moan breaking free from you, a smirk tugging at his lips at the sound.

Who was the loud one now?

He pulled your head towards his locking your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and lazy lip locks. He swallows any moans you release as you chase your high on top of him.

He sits back watching as you take what you need, hips rolling hard, desperate, needy. You don’t know what you need but something’s missing, something to get you right over that edge.

“Pull your boxers down, now-please” you begged desperately lifting yourself for a moment to allow him the space.

Trevor didn’t need to be told twice as he did what you asked pushing the damp material down his thick and red cock sprung free.

You pushed your panties to the side not giving him anytime to overthink your actions before you were sliding down on his cock.

“Oh god-fuck.” He groaned into your neck as the warmth of your walls hugged him tightly.

You rocked back and forth a few times before the band in your stomach broke body and legs shaking as you collapsed into Trevor’s chest.

He hugged you close helping you through your high as your body came down from the overwhelming sensation.

His hands continued guiding you back and forth on his cock chasing a high of his own and when it finally came he swore he’d never came that hard before.

His body tensed as the heat washed over him, hands shaking as they gripped the skin of your ass, teeth biting into your shoulder to muffle his cries.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the warmth sending another wave of heat through your spent body.

His chest heaved as he pulled back eyes locking with your blown out ones.

He pulled you in for a heavy kiss, lips moving against yours while his hands tangled your hair between his fingers.

“I don’t know where the fuck that came from, but we’re doing that again sometime.” He laughed when you pulled apart.

“Agreed.” You smiled bashfully.

You two stayed like that for a minute before getting up and cleaning yourselves up in your attached bathroom, climbing back into bed once you were all clean and sorted.

“Think we were quiet enough?” He asked.

“You did good, hopefully the bed wasn’t loud”. You smiled up at him from where you rested on his chest.

It was no more than ten minutes later that a text from Jack popped up on your phone.

Jacky

Disgusting freaks, we’re talking about soundproofing your walls at breakfast tomorrow🤢

-

@kawhh this one was for you pooks, enjoy!!

@turcott3 HAVE FUNNN

[lav-is-writing]

omg another killer chat writer!! i love your work!! could i ask for some ronin fluff? maybe like with a reader that’s a horror game streamer but the reader is terrified of playing them?

Thank you! Happy you enjoy my writing :D

Ronin x !Streamer!Reader

Warnings: None

“Okay everyone!” You spoke through your headset, smiling as you noticed the numbers of viewers growing steadily. “Today, we’re gonna be playing . . . “ Your smile fell, before rushing to plaster on a fake one. “A horror game! Yay . . . “

. . .

Ronin watched, a smirk present as he watched your reaction to his request. Anonymous, of course, he couldn’t risk drawing attention to himself. It had been months since he had begun to watch you, a popular online streamer. You were cute enough, especially when you were screaming at the games you played.

Thanks to him, your recent content has become the one thing you dreaded the most- horror. 

Trashy knock-off games made you both laugh and scream, so he started with those. But it wasn’t enough. Ronin turned to real horror, the most gory and brutal ones he could find. 

Noticing the chat, he typed in a message of his own. 

goreboy: scared, darlin’?

. . .

Most of the time, you didn’t bother to interact with your viewers. Sure, you occasionally found one intriguing and made sure to read their comments, but other than that, they mostly went ignored. That is, until now.

goreboy: scared, darlin’?

God, how he taunted you. He only watched your horror content, leading you to believe that he was the one requesting them all. You could see him behind his screen, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you suffer to get through each suggestion without screaming in terror.

Yet, you were growing fond of him. 

Constantly checking if he viewed your latest videos, if he left a like or dislike. You loved his comments, whether they were about how a certain murder method was off, or if you screamed too much or too little. 

Then you would adjust to his taste, trying to . . . please him? The thought caused you to stop, baffled. You didn’t like him- no, he was just a minor distraction from your work. Shaking your head, you tried to focus on the game.

“goreboy, I’m not scared at all!”

. . .

Ronin froze.

Did . . . Did you just address him directly?

No, he must’ve heard wrong.

But what if . . . ?

. . .

Hours passed as you worked to finish the game, and despite your previous statement, you were screaming the entire time. It was amusing to your viewers, but felt like torture to you. But you managed to get through it, with goreboy’s help.

goreboy: try the red key, darlin’

goreboy: jumpscare warning

Although you would never admit it, his comments got you through the game. The warnings helped you prepare, and you were able to continue time and time again from his hints. You ended your stream, leaning back in your chair with a smile.

And on the other side, Ronin was doing the same, the both of you anticipating your next stream, his next suggestion to answer and scream to. 

[fraybury]

Kisaku for my bi-monthly ship art quota. I wanted to draw another piece to be posted together but I've been physically burnt out lately so I made a no Kidou goggles file instead. Heh

This doubles as a character analysis art so I will write down my thought process under a read more. It's very christian so if you're not comfortable it's okay to not read it

I had been having the idea of making a Kisaku art with christian imaginery since early January, but I only managed to sketch a good composition for it last week.

This art is based on a post-Shin Teikoku arc scene that's also one that's very memorable for me. Like, it's just a very tender and profound one, especially when one can see Kidou's hand holding Sakuma's tighter after Sakuma told him he can't shake his hand. I also referenced the scene when Sakuma faints right before the match end whistle.

Another thought that inspired this was the christian concept of being saved from sin and its consenquences by Jesus' death and resurrection (salvation); which is pretty much what happened to Sakuma in this arc. Sakuma fell to the temptation of the aliea meteorite (sin), but it's Kidou's love that saved him from destroying himself physically and mentally (salvation).

An interesting part from Shin Teikoku arc was that while it ends with Sakuma and Genda being saved, Kidou came out becoming even more traumatized especially after seeing what happened to his friends and hearing Kageyama's words. And that's without mentioning that he also witnesses Someoka's sacrifice.

Kidou and Sakuma are two people who feel deeply yet tenderly for each other so I wanted it to show in the colors and rendering. I used colors that could remind someone of the dawn. I wanted to color in low contrast but the initial palette hurt my eyes (physically) so I ended up opting with shading with only highlight, with the soft light peeking through behind the pair. Subtlety was all I was aiming, so I tried to draw Kidou's expression that could express it too.

The text on the background is,

What is Salvation? Salvation is... to be saved from sin, and its consenquences from death, and eternal separation by your cross.

The text was thought and written by stream of consciousness, unlike the drawing where I worked on it precisely unlike my usual drawing style. Initially I wrote it by hand to see where should I type the text but I found that handwriting conveys the emotions in a rawer form so I went with it.

I also free style-ed the text's content because NGL, scrolling through christian articles and wikipedia pages gave me religious trauma based anxiety so I let my instinct and write whatever came to mind.

I was torn between "crucifix" and "cross" as I wanted a word to replace "love and suffering". I went with "cross" because crucifix is used to specifically refer to the cross Jesus was crucified on and the portrayal of it. For people, the word used is "cross" (referring to the christian concept of carrying one's cross). Kidou is very much associated with pedestalism, even Kageyama saw him in an idealized manner of a perfect creation to bring him back to his childhood. But despite everything Kidou is only human, and he's as sinful everyone else.

I had so much fun working with this piece, and I think I'm more satisified than I was with my previous character analysis art. I hope I could do more of this type of works in future.

[bluemantics]

Lance is a words guy, and it frustrates Keith endlessly. He's constantly lavishing praise upon Keith when he least expects it.

"You're so passionate, it's pretty sexy," he'll cheekily whisper to Keith as they walk out from a serious meeting.

"Bravest man I know. I'm so lucky," Lance quickly tells him after a hard mission with the Blade.

"Sorry, I got lost staring into your dark-gemstone-eyes," Lance interjects as Keith tries to explain complicated beauraucratic nonsense well let's just say they get distracted thank you very much.

Keith desperately wishes he could return Lance's dramatic affections, but he isn't exactly a poet. The best he can do is a "nice work" or a "that was good." It's especially difficult because Lance craves validation, and he deserves it, too. So Keith does what he is known best for: he acts.

Between calls with officials he makes sure to lean into Lance, warming him up to fight off the cold of the Garrison. At night, he wraps around him, pulling him protectively into his chest and turning his back to the door. Keith hold's his partner's hand when he nervously rambles about oh my god they won't give me funding and I literally saved the fucking universe.

It works for them. Lance's words drip like sweet honey. Keith's hands promise solace and gentleness that they never knew during the war.

"Your relationship seems very one-sided," Pidge jokes after Lance makes a comment about Keith's "unwavering loyalty and wonderful hair."

And of course they won't make complete sense to anyone. However, Lance has barely a second to respond before Keith sweeps him into an embrace and draws their lips together exaggeratedly.

"That's disgusting," Pidge remarks, but it's worth it, 'cause Lance laughs into the kiss.

If Lance finds comfort in Keith's arms, Keith finds it in Lance's smile.

im gonna open up my ask box people can you guys please send me clingy keith (klance) headcanons or something

[lyxchen]

His gentle hands are covered in blood

(Had some fun with the colors on procreate so more versions are under the cut also if you like my art then please reblog it, thank youu)

[egophiliac]

Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)