#from now on I'll draw him with ink wings

[ikyoudreamofme]

forever-Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris only likes tattoos on you.

warning- mentions of sh and mh, mostly fluff.

a/n: ive not written in a while so here you go myloves. got this idea from this bot

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Chris was never interested in getting tattoos but still thought they were cool as fuck his brothers had many that he liked he just didn't think they'd suit him. He loved other people's tattoos, especially yours. Oh my god he thought they were so sexy. No matter how simple the tattoo was he loved it, always tracing his fingers across them. His favorite was your back tattoo, obviously but he loved it even more when you were in the position he could only see. 

you and Chris lay on his bed Chris sighing from beside you already bored of the movie that played in the background, his attention on your arms and the ink that paints them. His fingers trace the lines of the artwork before he looks up at you, “what do they mean baby?” he mumbles looking back down at his hands on your arm. You look down smiling at him “my tattoos?” you ask, raking your fingers through his hair he hums nodding.

You smile sitting up excitedly before pointing your right wrist showing two small butterflies, their bodies made out of semicolons. “This one shows that I was able to get through the struggles of my mental health. And the angel wings,” you twist your arm showing to angel wings on either side of your wrist, they were small but detailed. “,mean there's always hope in life and kinda link with the butterflies” you look up at him, his eyes soft, following the lines of the tattoos taking them in along with their meanings. 

You move up your arm showing the snake that wraps around your bicep like it was squeezing you. The detail was small and accurate. “The snake doesn't really have meaning. I just thought it was a cool idea.” you chuckle.

You show him the rest of your tattoos, two stingrays on your ribs, a spider on your hip  and the birthday of your nan on your collarbone leaving one last. You straighten your arm showing a scruffy drawn heart that you had asked him to draw not that long ago, under the bend of your elbow, under the heart it read “forever” in bold letters. “...and this ones for someone I'll love forever.” you look up smiling, your arm still straightened for Chris to look at. His fingers graze over the heart, a small grin on his face. “When��d you get this” he says, his voice quieter than intended. “About two weeks ago” you state smiling at his happiness. “Is it for me?” Chris asks, now sitting up, remaining eye contact with you, his cheeks a soft pink. You hum in response, nodding. Chris, eyes light up as he leans forward basically falling onto you kissing you passionately. “I love it and I love you.so much” he says in between pecking kisses all over your face. You laugh wrapping your arms around him kissing him back, “I love you too Chris, forever”

taglist: @shadowthesim237 @courta13 @chrisspussygang

[queenofcats17]

Damn it now I need a silly little romance/fluff of Susie and feminine Sammy!

Curse you anooooon!/j

Could you do it Queen? Pls 🥺

Yeah! Sure!

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Sammy was the most beautiful person Susie had ever seen. Even as disheveled as he could be at times, his beauty always shone through. He looked like the sort of person one would see in an old Renaissance painting.

He looked like an angel.

He looked just like the angels she'd seen in stained glass windows. A thick mane of long, curly blond hair, a thin, willowy body, delicate and dainty features, and a grace to his movement that could only come from something angelic.

From the moment she'd first seen him, perched on a stool, his lower lip, soft and pink, captured between his teeth as his brow furrowed in thought, she'd been smitten.

"Doesn't he look like an angel?" Susie sighed from her seat at the break room table.

Norman followed her gaze to the coffee machine where Sammy was cursing at the broken device using swear words that had never been heard before by human ears. His curly hair was done up in a messy bun, a pencil hastily stuck through it, his shirt was crumpled and untucked and spattered with ink stains, and the front of his pants was covered with resin.

"An angel?" Norman repeated, somewhat skeptically.

"Yes, an angel." Susie sighed again, leaning her head on her hand.

If she'd had any artistic talent she would have liked to draw the vision of Sammy she had in her mind. Him with a golden halo behind his head, his hair fanned out around him, his slender body clothed in white sheets of fabric, and snow white wings spread out behind him.

Norman's incredulous expression intensified, but he elected not to push the subject. "If you say so," he said.

Susie seemed blissfully unaware of this incredulity, continuing to watch Sammy with metaphorical hearts in her eyes. She wanted more than anything to go up and tell Sammy just how beautiful she found him.

She knew this wouldn't go over well, though, as Sammy could be rather sensitive about his appearance. She imagined he got teased quite a bit about his appearance. She'd certainly seen a few people try it at the studio, but Sammy made sure it was a mistake they never made more than once.

Still, she wanted so badly to tell him how lovely she found him. She didn't want him to feel self-conscious about his appearance. Not when he appeared so divine. He deserved to feel beautiful.

Norman sighed heavily as he watched Susie make doe eyes at the completely oblivious music director. She'd been doing this for nearly a year now, just watching him and pining. He didn't know how much more of it he could take.

"Just tell him how you feel," he said.

"Oh, but he'd be so upset..." Susie immediately shook her head. "You know how he feels about people commenting on his appearance."

"I know how he feels about people teasing him," Norman corrected. "I think hearing what you think would be a different matter."

Susie frowned, chewing on her lip and casting another glance toward Sammy, who had positioned himself against a wall, sipping his coffee sullenly.

"I don't want him to think I'm insulting him..." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He won't," Norman assured her. "And if he does, then that's his problem." He put a hand on her shoulder, his voice softening. "Look, I really think you'll both feel a lot better once you tell him."

"You really think so?" Susie kept chewing on her lip.

Norman smiled and nodded. "I do."

Susie glanced at Sammy again before letting out a long exhale. "Okay..." She gave a little nod. "I... I'll tell him. Tonight."

Norman's smile widened and he patted Susie's shoulder. "You can do it."

"Thanks." Susie smiled nervously.

So, her plan was set.

For the rest of the day, she anxiously anticipated the conversation she would have with Sammy, going over the conversation over and over again in her mind in an attempt to get it right. She could do this, she told herself. Norman believed in her, so she needed to believe in herself. Still, she couldn't help but be nervous. She'd seen how Sammy usually reacted to people commenting on his appearance. She couldn't back down, though. Not when she'd promised Norman she'd try.

When the end of the day finally came, she waited until the music department was mostly empty before approaching Sammy. She didn't want anyone else butting in on the conversation. Sammy was in his office, pouring over some compositions and muttering to himself. He'd let his hair down, and in the dim light of the office, it almost looked like a halo. Susie's breath caught in her throat.

This noise got Sammy's attention, and he turned toward the door. For a moment, he looked annoyed, but when he saw it was Susie he visibly relaxed.

"Ah, Susie." He turned his body to face her. "Did you need something?"

"I... Er..." The words just wouldn't come. Not when he looked so ethereal.

Sammy's brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright?" He got to his feet, moving closer.

"I... Um... I'm fine," Susie managed to squeak out. "I just... Uh... I wanted to... Um..."

Sammy's frown deepened. "You wanted to... What?"

"I... Uh...." Just spit it out, Susie. Just tell him!

"Are you sure you're alright?" Sammy moved closer.

"Y-Yes, I just..." Susie paused, taking a deep breath. "I... Have something to tell you."

"Something to tell me?" Sammy echoed.

"I just..." She could do this. She could tell him. "I wanted to tell you that... I..." Almost there. Just say it, Susie. "I think you're... beautiful."

There! She did it! She got it out!

She almost didn't want to look at Sammy, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She needed to see his reaction. Needed to see if he would explode.

He didn't.

Sammy was silent, staring at her with an inscrutable expression on his face. Susie felt her stomach drop. That was almost worse than an explosion. Was he hurt? Was he upset? Had she done something wrong?

"This... isn't a joke, is it?" Sammy finally asked. His voice was quiet and there was a fragile quality to it.

"No! Not at all!" Susie said quickly. "From the moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen! You're like an angel!"

Sammy's eyes widened. "Like... an angel?"

"Yes!" Susie nodded fervently, taking his hands in hers. "You're like an angel, Sammy! I've thought so since the moment I first saw you!"

Sammy opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, and then opened it again. He seemed to be desperately trying to process what he'd been told, his cheeks growing increasingly redder the longer he processed.

"Oh! Uh..." Susie quickly let go of his hands, stumbling back a bit. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong, I just..." She trailed off, her face going quite red as well.

"No, it's... It's alright..." Sammy awkwardly cleared his throat, ducking his head as he began to fiddle with his tie. "I just... didn't expect that."

"You aren't... upset, are you?" Susie asked nervously.

"No! Not at all!" Sammy assured her. "Just... surprised? No one has ever... called me an angel before."

"Well, maybe they should." Susie couldn't help but smile shyly.

"I think most would agree my behavior is far from angelic." Sammy returned her smile with one of his own, equally shy and uncertain.

"No one's perfect." Susie's smile widened. "Even angels~"

Sammy snorted before quickly trying to compose himself. "Anyway, I... Appreciate the comment. I'm... not used to genuinely being complimented. Maybe I could..." He paused, his cheeks getting red again. "...Return the favor?"

Susie blinked. "Return the favor?"

"Maybe we could... Get... dinner... or something?" Sammy pointedly avoided looking at her, his gaze firmly on the ground as he mumbled out the suggestion.

Susie gasped, lighting up and grabbing Sammy's hands again. "Oh, yes! Yes of course!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. "I would love to get dinner with you!"

Sammy yelped as he was dragged along with her, but he smiled nervously. "Great! That's great! I... We can figure out a time later. Not... Not tonight."

"Right, of course." Susie stopped jumping, although she didn't stop smiling. "Not tonight. There's been enough excitement for tonight."

"Enough excitement for tonight indeed." Sammy laughed weakly.

"I should probably be getting home." Susie tentatively removed her hands from Sammy's. "I'll... see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," Sammy agreed.

Susie turned to the door to leave, only to pause. Then, quickly, she darted back, pressed a kiss to Sammy's cheek, and darted out the door giggling. Sammy stood there for a moment or two, once again processing what had just happened.

Then, he returned to his desk, burying his face in his hands.

He was going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

With A Flap of Wings, Part 6

Nie Xunyao quietly watches his youngest cousin play with the cousin he has not yet gathered up enough nerve to meet. 

Being placed in a proper resting place with a proper tablet seems to have given Nie Huaisang a little more... weight, for lack of a better word. Though he is translucent as ever and still cannot speak, he can now draw pictures in the earth under the tree for his little sister that she eagerly tries to copy in ink and paper. 

If her steadily improving skills are any indication, his cousin would have become quite the artist… if he had lived.

Nie Xunyao lets out a shaky breath and leans against the door frame. 

'If he had lived' is a phrase that carries so much water. 

It's the reason he has yet to introduce himself. Even if they are family, how can he simply go up and greet someone he has already unknowingly owed a debt to for almost his entire life? 

Though Nie Huaisang had never confessed it in words, even though the adults will not say it in front of them, it's obvious what the first calamity would have been. Nie Jinghe may have been gentle on her, but Yun-ma had never truly recovered from the nightmare that was her first pregnancy.

And if she had died in childbirth, there would have been no one searching for his mother. 

Especially not his father. 

He remembers vividly the day his mother had walked out of a conference being held in the great hall with tears in her eyes and had taken him aside to fold him in a tight hug and apologize for having ever believed his father would do right by them. 

He also remembers vividly the first time he saw one of his -apparently numerous- half-siblings thrown out of Koi Tower like a piece of refuse. 

His cousin has saved them from all that foolish hoping and the bitter fate that might have come with it, and instead arranged for them to have a proper place in the world with a family that loved and wanted them. 

'If he had lived.' 

How does he even begin to pay that back? 

Better... better to wait, he decides. Until he has an idea.

Though it turns out not to be his decision to make. 

When his little cousin spots him watching, he doesn't react fast enough to keep her from running over to grab him by the arm and drag him off the porch with all her weight. 

Ugh, she just had to take after her brother and father in both strength and stubbornness. 

"Sang-ge~! You haven't met Yao-ge yet!"

Nie Huaisang looks up and Nie Xunyao feels a little chill creep down his spine. Though his cousin's gaze is as smooth as the polished pale jade it takes its color from, the air between them ripples with emotion; Love and Hate and Betrayal and Regret all twisted up and tangled together like kites in a windstorm.

Well. 

That answers the question of whether or not they'd somehow crossed paths despite the loss of a tether between them in the form of Yun-ma. 

Steeling his nerve, he kneels in front of the ghost, then looks at the drawing materials scattered around them. "He-mei, go get more paper." 

"Aw-!" 

"Unless you want me to have to write on your drawings...?" 

"No! Don't you dare!" she huffs, running back towards the porch. "I'll make Huahua bite you if they're messed up when I get back!" 

It's not much of a threat, given that the bird in question is a toy, and he can't help the way his mouth twitches in amusement before he gets himself back under control. 

As soon as the door bangs shut, he forces himself to look his remaining cousin in the eye again. "What fate did you save my mother and me from? Was it whatever created all that hate between us?" 

Nie Huaisang tilts his head, but otherwise gives no indication that he heard the question. 

"Did we ever know we were related?" Nie Xunyao presses. 

That earns a flinch. A little twist of Regret. So... not before Something Important had gone very, very Wrong. 

Nie Xunyao involuntarily bites the inside of his lip to fight back the dread threatening to close his throat. 

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Until he's in control again. 

He leans forward, gaze intent. "What do I owe you, biao di?" 

The silence stretches between them. But, just as he thinks Nie Huaisang is going to simply block him out entirely, the ghost closes his eyes and sighs inaudibly, all of the tension in his body bleeding out, then bows his head and stretches out a hand towards the ground.  

Nie Xunyao looks down and watches as the words emerge under the scratch of his cousin’s nails -right side up for him, rather impressively- in the earth. 

'Be content with this family.'

Nie Xunyao frowns, wondering what exactly that's supposed to mean. Of course he knows he's doing much better here than he could have been, why would he need to be reminded to...? 

Oh. 

Wait. 

"Did the life you saw me living involve me trying to join my father?" 

A nod. 

Nie Xunyao's breath leaves him in a sharp wheeze, as if the ghost had outright punched him in the stomach. "Ha. Ah… You won't have to worry about that. My mother and I know better now." Screwing up his nerve, he reaches out and takes hold of his cousin's free hand. "But that... that can’t be all you want from me, can it? After all of this? Everything you gave up?" 

Another head tilt, this time of consideration. 

Then a second nod. 

And he understands. Whatever else had gone so horribly Sour between them, it must have been born out of that desire to be with his father. 

Before he can ask anything more, the door bangs open again and Nie Jinghe comes running out with several blank scrolls and sheets of paper. "You better not have done anything cool without me!" 

Nie Xunyao smiles at his little cousin. "Just boring grown up talk." 

"You're not a grown up! You’re ten and a half!" 

"I’m still more grown up than He-mei is," he retorts just to tease, all the little nervous knots in his stomach vanishing as he catches his other cousin hiding a small smile behind his sleeve at their bickering.

[amos-ia]

It was true, there was trust like no other between the two demons. Although Amos had been with a pack of their kind before, he had always been someone who kept others at distance, for no other real reason than the fact he enjoyed solitude, knew with that came perfect products when someone wasn't putting their fingers in the mix. He had always been very particular, infuriatingly so, many would say. Demanding, harsh, qualities that oftentimes complicated even the simplest relations. But the duo had never needed to cling onto such things. It was much like co-existing in some sort of symbiosis.

Although Hemlock couldn't see it, a small smirk formed on his lips. "May I never escape the expectations of our kind," he replied after being told he was taken as a demon. Nothing was truly better than being one, being superior. His shoulders relaxed under the other demon's touch, the gun penetrating ink into his skin starting to feel more like a massage than anything else. A two in one deal, how nice.

"You spill quite a lot," he snorted, though he stayed still. He shared with Hemlock more than he shared with others and he was sure it worked the same the other way around too. But everyone kept things to themselves. Then he sighed, seeing the list of tomes in his mind's eye. "Mm, I'm starting to think not everyone knows the original usage of tomes. I was requested to make a plain white one. You could ask anything in the world and you choose white. Tells a lot about a person," it made him think of the teens of this age. And he despised teens and their odd stylistic decisions.

Now, a tome for the other demon would be a truly wonderful idea. The simple suggestion of the other had his mind already full of ideas. "Perhaps there could be vines- vines that hold the tome shut from unwanted visitors. Ah, perfect. I'll get right on it." If he was not stuck to the chair, getting hammered with a needle, he would be out the door to draw out his ideas.

The way he acted around the other was rare of him. While they leaned in for the nuzzle, Amos tilted his head the smallest bit, giving them the space they required. He had never been one for tenderness, the air around him enough of a warning to keep anyone at bay, clearly stating boundaries even without a word. People feared him. That's why they were attracted to him in the first place; nobody could resist playing with fire. And perhaps in his youth he had bitten when Hemlock tried to show such affection, in lack of a better word, but these days he was hardly even bark. He didn't need to be. His only response was to nod at the confirmation.

To Amos, heartbreak was delicious to witness. The simple thought of someone's eyes slowly beginning to water, a whimper entering their every word when their world was shattered, made his mouth water. It was its own kind of world-destroying. He had always been a selfish demon who wanted to take, take, and take, just because he could. "Mm," a low hum escaped his throat in response, his mind now swirling with possibilities. "To amuse you," now that amused him, "you and your thing for fae. I'd take the wings off that thing. In fact, some time ago I was able to purchase a set, it now hangs on my store's wall. Such fragile things the fey are."

Ink for Valentine's ~ Amock

[nouverx]

So. Episode 12 uh.

[leclvrc]

Hey it’s the same anon who asked for 15 and 44, idk, you can use any driver you see fit (I have faith in your writing ability). But if I had to chose, gun to my head I’d say Lewis or Carlos?

[ 15. “open your mouth” + 44. “i promise I’ll be good” + lewis]

You arch into the hands Lewis has wrapped around your hips. High off of his taste and the easy way he moves you. Getting lost in him is easy, too easy sometimes and dangerous too. Dangerous because you never know how to stop being wrapped up in him until all that time runs out and the real world comes knocking again.

This time though you surrender to it, him, the way he seems to command your entire attention as soon as he's within reach. Like he's greedy for it and you think a part of him probably is; greedy for your time and touch and addicted to the feel of you on him. It's the other way around at least and you'd like to believe that he's just as addicted to you.

You grind your hips against his as you straddle him in bed, still dressed in that pretty dress he picked out earlier that night and gasp, the sound a little muffled against his lips. He's hard beneath you already, dick straining against the tight fabric of his pants and you can imagine the weight of him in your mouth already. How he'll taste on your tongue.

Your hands slip down his shoulders and to the front of his pants and you palm at his length softly, apply just enough pressure to have his hips twitch into your spread thighs. You smile as your lips fall away from his and then bite the shell of his ear, trace the delicate skin with your tongue as his hands run down your curves. All the way to your ass.

"Two can play this game," he says, voice a little husky. You bite his ear lobe as you move down his ear. Kiss the wings tattooed in dark ink at the side of his neck.

"You sure?" you reply, a little lost in the way his hands trail down your bare legs. He squeezes your thigh, a mean smile on his handsome face before his hand slips beneath the hem of your dress. All the way up to your soft inner thighs. You shiver at the first touch to the sensitive skin, his rings cool against it and then grind down again. Watch, fascinated, as his mouth drops open.

"Baby," he scolds, but there's no real heat in it. He enjoys it too much.

"I promise I'll be good," you say, fluttering your eyelashes before leaning back in. He groans, the sound low and then accepts the kiss. Draws you in as his clever fingers pull your underwear to the side. Just enough for his fingers to find your slick folds. You're wet already, dripping for Lewis and whatever he has planned.

His fingers trail down your folds. One of his fingers slips into your slit and you moan, the feeling just enough to take the edge off. His thumb circles your clit as he adds another finger. He keeps touching you even as you break the kiss to arch against him again. Even as you start moving your hips into his hand. Lets you fuck yourself on his fingers as he watches you, eyes dark.

Heat flushes up the back of your neck, from the desperate way you're rocking into his hand and the intensity in his gaze. All too soon he pulls away. Stops you with a strong hand on your hip. His hands rest against your cunt a moment, two. Like he's savouring the way your muscles clench around nothing now that he's pulled away and then he holds up his hand. Finds it glistening in the low light.

You swallow, hands relaxing a little around his shoulders.

"Open your mouth," he says then. Eyes fixed on your bitten lips. How you can't seem to stop worrying them between your teeth. You do as he asks. Smile around the tips of his fingers when he shoves them into your mouth. Taste yourself.

He rocks his fingers a little, has you chase them with your tongue like they are his dick. Your eyes meet and you think you could drown in all the desire you see mirrored in them.

[silverynight]

The bride

The barbarians have come to the village so their King can choose someone to get married to, or at least that's what everyone's talking about those days. Izuku is not sure what to think of it, he knows it's important for his village to form an alliance with them because they have protected them countless of times, but he truly hopes both the King and his future bride are happy with the decision.

He doesn't have the time to see what's going to happen though because he needs to start traveling again; he's gathered so much information on his notebook about magical creatures (especially dragons) although it is not enough in Izuku's opinion.

However, his attention is drawn towards one of the barbarians; it's a tall and well built blond boy with a constant scowl on his face whose back is completely inked. He has a huge dragon painted on his back. Izuku has heard the ink stays permanently on the barbarians bodies so it's very fortunate that the person who inked him was very talented.

The ink is completely dark and yet Izuku recognizes the type of dragon immediately.

He gets excited and forgets is not safe to approach a grumpy stranger with many weapons on him like they have known each other their whole lives.

"Is that a red dragon, right?" Izuku can't stop himself at that point. "I can tell by looking at the shape of his wings!"

"Hah?" The initial irritation disappears from the barbarian's face as soon as he turns around to look at Izuku. "How do you know?"

"I've seen them!" Izuku beams. "Never too close, but at least enough to draw a couple on my journal... They're very powerful, one of the most powerful dragon species... Oh, I'm sorry, sometimes I can't stop myself from rambling..."

"It's alright," the barbarian smirks, grabbing his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks. "I suppose it's normal for a nerd like you. What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku," he says, finally stepping back.

"Deku?"

"No, Izuku! Besides, we just met, you have to call me Midoriya!"

"I'll call you however I want, Deku!" The barbarian doesn't look irritated though, he almost seems amused.

"What's your name?"

"Katsuki."

"That's your given name, what about your family name?" Izuku asks, rolling his eyes as he notices the huge grin on Katsuki's face.

"I won't tell you."

"Then how am I supposed to call you?"

"Katsuki," he says like it's obvious, then he leans closer to Izuku only to cup his face with both hands again.

It seems barbarians know nothing about personal space.

"I can't, we just met!"

"I don't care!"

"Then I'll have to call you Kacchan," Izuku says, trying not to chuckle as Katsuki narrows his eyes at him. "It's only fair since you call me Deku!"

"Tch! Fine!" Katsuki huffs, surprising Izuku by agreeing way too fast...

"Are you one of the King's guards?"

For a moment it seems he offended Katsuki somehow, but his expression changes quickly and the blond nods.

"Yes, that's exactly what I am... A guard."

"That's amazing! So you'll probably be with him when he chooses his bride!"

"Exactly," Katsuki grins, pinching one of Izuku's cheeks, making the green haired boy pout. "I know I'm supposed... I mean he has to choose someone from all the people they'll present to him, but actually anyone from the village will do."

"I just hope they both agree to this," Izuku comments, a little bit worried as he rubs his cheek.

"So... You like to travel, right, Izuku?"

"Yes!" The green haired boy nods enthusiastically. "The world has a lot of interesting things I can't wait to see!"

"We barbarians travel a lot too, you know? You can come with me if you want..."

"Really?" Izuku grins. It'll be interesting traveling with them, at least for a while. "Yes, thank you! I'd love to!"

"Great!" Katsuki smiles from ear to ear like it's the best day of his of his life. "Now come with me to the selection."

Izuku doesn't have much of a choice actually, since the barbarian has grabbed one of his hands and is using it to pull him next to him.

They get to the heart of the village where the curious people have gathered around a line of boys and girls with the most expensive and beautiful clothes he's ever seen. Izuku knows the elders would never present someone like him as potential bride for a King. At least he feels relieved when he realizes everyone in line looks very excited about the whole thing.

They're standing in front of a strong barbarian woman who actually looks a lot like Katsuki. They call her Queen mother... She must be Bakugo Mitsuki... But it doesn't make any–

"Old hag!" Katsuki says, prompting Izuku to look in shock at the rude way he speaks to the Queen... Why is he doing that? "There's no need for this, I've already chosen someone!"

"I can see that, brat," she smirks, eyes finally meeting Izuku's. "He's too pretty for you though..."

Oh, no. Katsuki is not... He can't be–

"But my King," one of the villagers protests. It seems one of his daughters is in line. "Midoriya is a nobody..."

Katsuki growls, startling the man.

"Don't you dare say that about my future bride again!"

The people in line sigh in disappointment before quietly leaving the place, the man shivers, but nods before bowing in front of Katsuki, Izuku and the Queen.

The green haired boy is too confused and shocked to react. He's not... The crowned King cannot be Katsuki and he didn't just call him his future bride.

That didn't happen.

"Are you the King?"

"Of course, Deku!" Katsuki turns around with a grin on his face, he leans closer to nuzzle against the shocked boy's cheek. "And you'll be Queen consort soon."

"But..."

"Don't worry, cutie, I'll teach you everything you need to know first," Bakugo Mitsuki assures him. "There'll be plenty of time for that since my son has to win your heart first."

"I never lose anything, Deku," Katsuki grins with confidence before pulling the flustered boy against his bare chest.

"Please do ignore my son," she says, ruffling Izuku's hair affectionately, prompting Katsuki to growl at her. "You can say no at the end of the courtship, but at least give him a chance."

"O-Okay," he stammers, still having no idea what he got himself into this time. Although he can't say he's not attracted to Katsuki already.

"Great!" The blond smiles triumphantly scooping him up before walking towards one of the red tents in the middle of the village. "We have a lot to talk about, Deku!"

"Oi, brat! He won't be sleeping in your tent! So don't get any ideas! You haven't even given him his first courting gift yet!"

Katsuki purposely ignores her, although he puts one of his own necklaces around Izuku's neck once they're alone.

"Are you sure about this, Kacchan?"

"Of course I am," the barbarian says, almost outraged at the question. "I'll win your heart, Deku! You'll be mine!"

Izuku's face turns bright red and he wonders what kind of trouble he's in right before Katsuki pulls him closer and kisses him on the lips until all his worries disappear.

He can definitely get used to that.

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[aeris-flores]

"I don't think you're a sloppy drunk, no," Aeris confirms. If anything, years would attest that it's him who would be if he had one too many cocktails. That streak of mischief in him striking up the constant desire to try any and everything handed to him in a red solo cup. Similarly to her brother, too, which is what had Aeris somewhat gravitate to Beau anything they hit the same L.A. parties.

What he'd give to go back and time and be there again, lost in the liquor and music until dawn and floating in his backyard pool under the palm trees fighting a wicked hangover.

"What I do think is one drink too many, aiming for a corner pocket — one specific corner pocket — might be enough of a challenge to give me a win, and from the losing side, I'll take what I can get." It wouldn't be a fair and honorable win though he has no qualms about it. The winning isn't as important as it is for him to hold onto this silly tradition, if he is being honest, but Aeris won't say that out loud.

It's different, now, without Beau, and there's a sort of guardedness about Bradley now. Which, okay, Aeris gets. Having an image to uphold can be stifling to a degree. One misstep and it's all tarnished. He learned how important that can be the day he was thrown out. Not even given an ultimatum, but tossed to the curb. He can only roll his eyes to moment the comment about the wings is made.

"I want the wings. I don't need your help with them, either." Aeris holds back a joke about the celery sticks that come with it, but that would be in poor taste. "Malibu's nice. Beachfront, or further off the shore?" With that storm in March, anything on the water feels like a risk. Who knows when Mother Nature wants to turn everything upside down on everyone again?

The two balls pocketed in quick succession earn Bradley a scowl as the game starts with Aeris already losing. "Not much, really. Running the shop takes up a lot of time. Between balancing the books and taking inventory in between my own clients..." The first being something that has taken him a lot of time to wrap his head around. He stubbornly refuses to hire someone to handle the finances, and it's been a bit of a shock to learn about how much overhead costs bring the gross profit of his earnings down even with a steady revenue coming in most days.

But his artists are paid, and no checks are bouncing, and in his short time of business ownership, Aeris feels he is getting his footing. It's more work than he ever wanted in his life, but it's probably his best bet at this point.

"You should come by and check it out. You don't have to get any ink, but it's mine, and you'll like my staff," Aeris suggests, moving to the pool table for his turn. Besides, it would look good to have someone more high profile walk in through the front doors. It might draw attention, even if it's just a visit and not an appointment.

with: @aeris-flores

"I know." She hums back in response, and honestly? She wouldn't want a game throwing for her, that'd remove half of the fun of the game. Keeping such a close score between them kept her on her a-game, a little friendly competition.

It was surreal, how people of her past could just whisk away the weight of the world for an hour. Like she was nobody, with no responsibility, just free to figure it out. Reconnecting with Aeris had it's other perks, part of her felt like Beau was about to walk through the door, just like he had when they'd all been teenagers.

( Not that that had ever been the case, Bradleys life was planned before she'd even taken a breath by herself. )

"Interesting tactic." She remarks with an air of seriousness that would concern someone who didn't know she was probably joking, words dancing off of the tip of her tongue as she cocks her brow ever so slightly. "— but you're denying my ability to handle myself." And handle herself she could, Bradley knew the importance of showing her best self to the world, even if that meant a lack of messy nights out.

"Yeah, you have to stick to that one." Probably one of her least favourites. Somehow it required a talent she didn't quite seem to possess all that well, but maybe she'd get lucky. At least until there was a lack of balls to pick from. "I don't eat wings." She answers, half-joking, she could eat wings, but that meant an extra half hour with her personal trainer in the morning, and that was on top of the extra half hour she'd already scheduled just to allow her to be guilt free on the beer.

She leans back against a ceiling beam, a swig of drink passing by her lips as she kept a close eye on the ball that Aeris had picked, an internal wince taking place when he seems to pot the ball ever so easily, but then he misses and that wince removes itself.

Shifting on the balls of her feet, Bradley steps towards the table, switching places with Aeris, her gaze flitting over balls so she could pick the easiest to pot. "Oh you know—" she begins, glancing up for a second "looking at buying property in Malibu." She's sure some people already know, she'd been spotted walking around with a realtor and rumours of her moving home had been swirling for weeks. "You?"

Leaning further into the pool table, she takes aim on her chosen ball and pots it in her allotted pocket with what looks to be much more ease than she feels, sure it'd miss. Same with the next, but then she gets cocky, missing the third.

[jayofthetrees]

Just a big dump of drawings.

I imagined Fergus saying something like this since I first drew Sponge. She doesn't mind it...It's Dylan who's embarrassed. This was also the last sketch I think I inked.

This was the first sketch I did where I found out I didn't have to do the slower process of inking the areas I wanted to color with a pen if I just copied/pasted the sketch on top of itself a few dozen times.

I recommend it. You get thicker, more defined lines, and you can color right away, providing you haven't left any open spots.

I did this one to practice doing backgrounds with the same method. Just dropping a layer behind the sketch and boom, you're free to do any background you want.

And didn't forget about her, I just had to experiment a little with other characters.

Same as the above, but with Dolly. This only took me about 20 minutes to sketch, color AND do the background.

I've also been trying things with text tools, since my handwriting is a little sloppy, and while the text tool is cleaner, it's a little too robotic for my taste.

Did this one for SumaQosh over on Twitter. Been wanting to draw their Yoshi/Dalmatian OC for a while.

I probably SHOULD practice drawing backgrounds, but I still haven't...

Oh well...

Sponge looks so different now than when I first drew her that I've just dubbed her first drawing to be her as a puppy.

Something VERY different. I got to wondering about what if in a hypothetical season 2 of 101DS, they meet the descendants of other Disney animals, and my mind focused on the Hyena's from The Lion King...

Not sure HOW they'd meet them, but I drew this.

Haven't given her an official name, but the first one I considered was "Neela."

Just one of me trying to get Deepak down.

I don't draw him much, mostly because his spot pattern is a bit of a pain, but with the new way I do things, that might change.

I remember that the first thing I drew on Krita that I was serious about getting right was a headshot of Pongo copied from a Hotwheels package. That took me about 2 hours, and looks VERY rough.

This took me less than one, and is my cleanest pic of him thus far.

Just a headshot of Sponge.

You'll notice I started doing the "Shadowed backdrop" background style with these. Still not a proper background, but an easy way to give the drawing some depth.

I've been practicing with drawing anthro bodies for a while, and this was the first I feel I got right.

Did this one to answer the question of how a dog wears eyeshadow...

Simple. She applies it carefully...

And finally, an answer to ChelleDoggo over on Twitter as to how she gets her eyeliner wings so sharp...

Easy, she traces them over a knife.

And that's it. I'll be the first to say that it genuienly feels good to be getting better a this, when last year, I couldn't even consider doing this kind of thing, and it's in now small part of all you supporting me, so thank you, very much.

[esmealux]

I'll bite. 13 and 35 look like they might be fun together. 😈

Thank you so much for this fun prompt, Shelly ❤ The opportunities seemed endless, but in the end I went with this. I hope you like it.

Once again, I screwed up at brevity, so this is 1.9K (:

13. Someone does something stupid + 35. 'You wanna bet?' 'Care to wager?'

Never make a bet with the Devil.

A deal, if you must. But do not bet against him.

Not because he’ll take your soul or anything; he won’t even necessarily take your money.

But because he can’t handle it. He can’t. He’ll stop at nothing to win, and when he doesn’t—when he can’t shoot down a bottle of vodka with a slingshot from 400 feet away, or blow a soap bubble with his nose, or fly to Sweden and back in under thirty minutes (the latter he did do, but a drug test showed he’d taken EPO)—he’ll walk around in a pathetic cloud of self-pity, sulking and pouting to an unbearable degree for days on end.

So if you care about the Devil, don’t bet with him. It’s for his own good.

It really is.

And yet-

Chloe picks up the dirty plates from the coffee table as gunshots fire around her. It makes her a little uneasy, how real it sounds through their newly installed surround sound system. One so expensive she doesn’t even want to know.

Their just as overpriced (and unnecessarily big) TV is bathing Lucifer in white-blue light as he stares at the screen intently. He did want to watch the movie with her, but she’s not much of a Weaponizer fan, and she’d like to clean up before she snuggles up next to him on the couch and inevitably falls asleep. As she’s gathered all the dishes in her arms, however, she can’t help but pause and glance at the film for just a second.

‘Yeah, like that could actually happen,’ she snorts, watching the car jump across a considerable gap in a bridge, flip mid-air, and land on all four wheels on the other side. ‘I mean, no one’s ever done that.’

As soon as the words leave her mouth Chloe knows she’s made a mistake.

Lucifer pauses the movie—because God forbid he misses five seconds of a film he’s watched thirty times—before he looks up at her with a lifted eyebrow and a devilish grin.

‘Is that a challenge, Detective?’

Chloe glares at him, her jaw clenching. ‘It’s not possible,’ she states firmly, which is even worse, because now he can only reply with-

‘Care to wager?’

Chloe wants to kick herself.

‘There’s no way in Hell you’re doing that,’ she tells him, nodding towards the paused screen before she heads for the kitchen to start the dishwasher.

‘Why? Because my worried girlfriend won’t let me?’ he calls after her. ‘I’m invulnerable, remember?’

Chloe refills her wine glass, generously, and returns to the living room.

‘No,’ she objects, careful not to spill Pinot Noir on the couch as she settles against Lucifer’s warm, silk-clad side. ‘I just know you’ll never forgive yourself when your beloved Corvette rams into a cliff.’

Lucifer gasps and scoffs. ‘As if I’d ever risk such a sweet beauty like that!’ He plucks the glass out of her hand and takes a sip. ‘And even if I did, she would not, because I would succeed, first try.’

‘First try? Really?’

Chloe grabs the remote and replays the last fifteen seconds. Looking at it a second time, it’s even more ridiculous. The background is so obviously a green screen it’s not even funny, the flip is clearly made using some sort of outdated CGI, and they haven’t even bothered making it look like there’s a real person in the car. Also—Chloe doesn’t remember much from school, but she’s pretty sure the entire stunt defies physics as the car leaps, practically flies over the 150 feet gap, all the while rotating 360 degrees sideways.

‘Maybe third,’ Lucifer admits.

Chloe shakes her head and sighs.

‘I can do it, Detective.’ He looks at her like it’s a threat. ‘And I will.’

Oh, he will definitely try. The determination in his eyes leave no doubt about that. But he can’t possibly copy that stunt with an actual car and an actual gap. There’s just no way. And she shouldn’t spur him on. She really shouldn’t. But the idiot’s gotta learn at some point, and if she’s gonna have to deal with his childish disappointment (and she will), she might as well get something out of it.

‘Fine,’ she shrugs. ‘What are we betting?’

He grins at her, brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

‘If—nay, when I win,’ he answers promptly, and Chloe rolls her eyes, ‘I’ll finally get that thing I’ve always wanted.’

Chloe stares at him, comepletely clueless. If his tone and stupid smirk are anything to go by, it’s not a pet shark he’s talking about.

‘One... re-enactment for another,’ he clarifies slowly, his dark gaze gliding over her body before his eyes flicker to the glass doors leading to their terrace—and their outdoor hot tub.

Chloe fights the urge to roll her eyes again.

‘Okay,’ she agrees, internally reminding herself it doesn’t really matter. She gives him a cocky smile. ‘And when I win?’

Lucifer chuckles as if he finds her adorably naïve. Asshat. Still, he says, ‘You’ll get anything you desire.’

Chloe thinks. There’s not much she desires he wouldn’t give her anyway. She could have him do paperwork for a month, but he’d just mess it up, and she’d have to listen to his complaints about ‘torturous boredom’ and ‘purgatory’. She could also go for something funnier, like have him wear t-shirt and sweats to work for a week. But that would just be cruel, wouldn’t it?

‘I don’t know,’ she tells him, but the words are barely out of her mouth before Trixie’s enthusiastic voice sounds behind them.

‘I might have an idea!’

Lucifer sighs and gives Chloe an unimpressed look before he shifts slightly in his seat to look at her daughter.

‘Alright, but only because your mum lacks creativity like a sober Faulkner.’

Trixie walks around the couch and comes to stand in front of them, a mischievous smile on her face.

‘Please don’t tell me it’s a unicorn on the cheek,’ Lucifer huffs, taking another gulp of Chloe’s wine.

‘It’s not,’ she assures him and holds out her iPad for him to see. It’s a doodle of a small, fluffy goat with pink fur. ‘I was thinking something more… permanent.’ With the hand that’s not holding her tablet, Trixie pats a spot on the left side of her upper chest.

Lucifer slowly removes the wine glass from his lips, and the sheer horror on his face makes Chloe snort with laughter.

He stares at the small, inarguably adorable drawing like it’s a personal insult, glances down at his chest with dread, and looks back to Trixie.

‘You little Devil,’ Lucifer grumbles, but there’s no trace of hostility in his voice. If anything, he sounds a little impressed. He grabs Trixie’s iPad from her outstretched hand and studies the pink kawaii buck for a second, as if he’s seriously considering saying yes to the deal.

Eventually, he sighs. ‘I’m in.’

‘Lucifer-’ Chloe immediately begins to protest. He’s not gonna win this bet, and she knows how downright intolerable he’ll be when he’ll have to get a cute, chubby animal—one that, to him, represents mockery and misconception—tattooed onto his skin. She's tired already, just thinking about all the whining she'd have to deal with.

But it’s too late. Her boyfriend and daughter shake hands, and the deal is settled.

Chloe palms her face.

‘Wait, what do you get if you actually manage to… whatever it is this time?’ Trixie asks, her small hand still clasped in Lucifer’s.

Chloe looks up at him, heat creeping up her cheeks. Their eyes meet shortly before he looks back to her daughter, visibly conflicted.

‘Eh…’

It’s not so much a word as it is a breathy, high-pitched sound, partly stuck in his throat. But it’s answer enough for Trixie.

‘Forget I asked,’ she quickly says, her face scrunched up in disgust. ‘I’ll be in my room.’

She takes her iPad back and leaves them alone on the couch.

‘So, I guess it’s tit or tat, then,’ Lucifer remarks with a chuckle, glancing down at Chloe’s chest.

She snorts and smiles, despite herself.

‘But, I mean-’ He grabs the remote and plays the scene a third time.

He must not see the same utterly absurd and almost comically impossible stunt she (still) sees, because he leans down and whispers in her ear, ‘Better start rehearsing your lines, Detective.’

Chloe shakes her head at him and snuggles closer to his body.

*

‘You’re lucky I like your mother,’ Lucifer mumbles as the needle pinches ink into his chest.

He’d driven off in a ‘cheap’ Porsche this morning and returned eight hours later, looking like he’d literally been fed to the wolves and with no Porsche.

‘Hey honey,’ she’d greeted him, hiding her smirk behind her cup of tea. ‘How’d it go?’

He’d answered with a grunt, blamed the Germans for making their cars too ‘praktisch’ and the Italians for not making theirs fast enough (he’d controlled for variables) and finally concluded it was all his dad’s fault because He ‘created that pesky gravity’.

Then he’d handed her an ornate, black business card and looked at her as if he’d picked his own casket.

Chloe had bit her cheek and hugged him before driving all three of them to the high-end tattoo parlour he’d requested.

‘You okay there?’ she asks him, letting him grip her hand tighter. The fact that he isn’t feeling any actual pain—‘any physical pain, Detective!’—makes his wincing all the more pathetic. Still, she feels a little bad for him.

‘No.’ He bends his neck to peer down at his chest, and pouts. ‘I’m not.’

Trixie grins beside him. ‘I think it looks cool!’

‘Of course, you do. You’re a twelve-year-old girl.’

The smile on Trix’ face turns into a smirk. ‘A twelve-year-old who girl you lost a bet to.’

Sighing deeply, Lucifer turns his head to scowl at her like she’s his annoying little sister and not the stepdaughter he’d go to the ends of the universe for.

‘It’ll be gone in a few months,’ Chloe reminds him, earning her a funny look from the tattoo artist.

The muscle in Lucifer’s jaw ticks. ‘It’s not even finished yet and I already hate it more than I ever did my bloody wings! How am I supposed to endure this… horned cotton candy for months?’

Chloe takes a deep breath. She brought this on herself. She knew she shouldn’t have made that bet with him. She knew he’d be an insufferable drama queen.

She also knows, after hours of hearing him moan, that he’s not gonna shut up about ‘deceitful special effects’ and ‘useless laws of physics’, much less the ‘vile, little creature marring his muscled chest’. Not unless she does something.

So Chloe does something.

For the second time in her life, she gets naked in—and out of a hot tub.

‘No moaning, then,’ she tells him, giving him a stern look.

Lucifer looks her up and down in awe and hunger, dark eyes lingering on the tiny red bikini he knows she’ll take off in a matter of seconds. ‘Now, there’s a promise I can’t keep.’

‘About the wager,’ she clarifies, but he’s not listening.

With a sigh, Chloe sinks into the hot, bubbling water, loosens her bikini top, and gets into character.

She is never, ever betting with the Devil again.

[morataarts]

That's great to know! Let's see if I can come up with some good ones. I'll try to leave some vague and some detailed for variety ^_^

~x~ Fluffy ~x~

. Little Sapnap descides to go swimming in lava while a (not fireproof) Bad and/or Skeppy try to go after him

. Skeppy music

. Sapnap and his fish Mars

. Bad plays the drums. Sapnap plays the violin.

. A normal day

. Lub dub/love dove

. Nonbinary Sam Nook dressed like Isabelle from Animal Crossing (btw, if you look at the crown differently, it could be viewed as a matha patti, lace headband, or head chain!)

. Skeppy screams for sand with Foolish in eatshot. Chaos ensues.

. Eret dressed like british royality (modern or medieval). Anything from pieces designed using real historical references to taking the clothing of kings and queens and merging them into clothes fit for gender defying royality

. My furry trans son

. Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael

. Puffy (shortest person on the server at 5'2"/157.5cm) next to Ranboo (the tallest at 6'6"/198cm)

. Art time

. Skeppy using sand as a tactile stim or stimming period. A fun fact about stimming is that we often tend to favor different stims for different moods (anxiety, concentrating, really good food...).  I have ADHD and stim, so if you'd like a list of examples, shoot me a PM ^_^

. Inspired by this sentence: Eret's sexuality is bi, their gender is yes, her pronouns are surprise me, and his taste in clothes is the same as xyr gender

. Phil building his new home

. Bad and Techno talk potatos

. RanBOO!

. Puffy and Greenbean

~x~ Angsty ~x~

. Sapnap when he finds out about Bad and Skeppy

. Sapnap after Bad's first time infected by the egg when he tried to get him and Awesamdude to come back and sacrifice one of themself to the egg

. Ranboo transmuted dreamon

. Sam after Tommy's death

. Tommy trapped with Dream

. Afterlife

. Tommy seeing his own grave

. Denile

. Puffy sees Dream after Tommy died

. Tommy in therapy

. 15 years in the dark

. Run

. Fundy finds out what Wilbur has become

. Bad is claustrophobic

. Skeppy is scared of snakes and spiders

. Karl protecting Quackity

. Paradox

. Anxiety

. Scars

~*~ Could go either way ~*~

. How did Bad and Skeppy meet?

. Skephalo argument

. Why Quackity doesn't show his wings (ever heard of the duck species Mexican Duck?)

. Why is Quackity called Quackity when only female ducks quack?

. Cake party

. Roses

. Tommy and Sam

. George right now at this very moment

. Controlling shadows

. Why does Sam (creeper skin) like cats?

. Ranboo and his pets

. Quiet

. How Sapnap learned to fight

. What is under Sapnap's headband?

. Sapnap and his fiancees

. Foolish wants to help

. Skeppy on the island

. Investigator Tubbo

. Reunion (could be Tommy with anybody really)

. Bad throwing knives/tomahawks/axes

. Who discovers Tommy is in there with Dream?

. Tommy sees Ghostbur after his death

. The news

. Tubbo living with DID

. Phil's wings

. Phil as a kid or in his youth

. Walking away

. Mimic

. Whisper

. What is important? (imagine any character)

. Do you love me?

. Wilbur and Tommy's mother

. What happens to a piglin when the overworld doesn't turn them into a zombie? Techno.

. Ghostbur is not Wilbur at all, but his memories given form (specifically, his last moments and the happy memories that flashed before his eyes as he died). His death and everything right before it is very clear. His scar still hurts. He only has patchy happy memories. He can't handle sadness and stress (maybe due to Wilbur's state of mind at his death). He was exposed to a lot of magic and chemicals in a small area while making drugs. Is it happy information because he's not Wilbur and might not cease to exist when Wilbur returns or sad because he is not actually a complete person, but a memory?

~x~ Random ~x~

. Opposite alignment

. Horror

. Steampunk

. Modern day

. Pulled into our world

. Love and Hate

. Costume

. van Gogh style

. Black ink

. Fairy tale

. No/Yes

. Fashion

. Mythology

. Abstract

. Underwater

. Celestial

. Trauma

. Seven Deadly Sins

. Tarot cards

. Circus

. Science!

. Superheros

. Animal traits

. Stuffed animals

. Undertale

. Owl House

. Disney/Pixar

. D&D

Yikes! I think I went a TAD overboard O_O

It's alright!

I love some of these ( ╹▽╹ )

I'll be drawing some of these prompts, i already have an idea on some of them!

Thank you for all the prompts, writing this must have taken a while (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[inkling0121]

[Click photo's to see them better]

The creative gods really love to give me inspiration for several different au's without giving me any clue on what I should do with these au's

I don't normally post my au's here, I used to post them on insta but I'm taking a break from there and lately I've just been writing fanfiction on wattpad (same user name, if you're curious, I write a lot of prinxiety).

Anyway I should explain these, in this au Virgil is a tattoo artist and runs a small shop called the Thunder Brothers (we'll talk about that in a sec). The thing is, magic is very common in this world and is woven into everything, including special tattoos.

That's Virgil's wrist in the first picture before he meets anyone but Patton, Patton had convinced him to give them linking tattoos that tell each other their emotions based on the color. Red is angry, blue is sad, orange is confused, yellow is happy, green is confused, purple is scared, real basic (I might expand on this later). They're small tattoos, Virgil's storm cloud and Patton as a normal heart.

The second image is the designs for everyone's link tattoos, Virgil's storm cloud, Patton's heart, Roman's shield, Janus as a small snake, Logan as glasses, and Remus as a dagger, Virgil designed them all.

Remus has a dagger because when Virgil first met him, Remus had a dagger out and it was that specific one, the one in the third photo (I know it's a crude drawing, I didn't want to spend too much design on it. Whether the blade was pointed towards Virgil or not in their first beginning, I haven't decided yet, but Virgil finds it sentimental later.

The fourth picture is Virgil's back with wing tattoos, and a small dagger on his side. Both tattoos come off of his back, though the wings stay connected to his body when they do and he can fly with them, they're actually pretty big. There's also a small scar under one wing and on one arm.

The next picture is a full drawing of the dagger that is on Virgil's side, the blade all wavy. Virgil doesn't use it often if he has to fight for whatever reason, but he will if he needs to.

The next picture is a tattoo on his calf of another dagger, he has an identical one on his other calf (also he painted the stars and storm cloud on his shoes). They're twin blades and, in a fight, they're his main weapons.

If he loses whatever weapon he might be holding, then they can reappear on his skin in ink later again. He's able to summon any of them on will but will only do it during emergencies. If his wings are injured then he needs to wait for them to heal, though they heal much faster than normal wings.

The reason his shop is named the Thunder Brothers is because Virgil had a brother who is now dead (none of the sides). His brother was the one who gave him the wing tattoos and the wavy blade tattoo. Virgil wouldn't have gotten them unless his brother had insisted (though the wings are cool), and back then he had just thought his brother was paranoid.

He and his brother were attacked (I haven't figured out who attacked them yet) and his brother was killed. Virgil knew that his brother was targeted for whatever reason and so he gave himself the tattoos on his calves to protect himself.

He knew Patton before his brother was killed (Pat went to the funeral with him), and a few years later he meets the others.

I'll probably work on the others later, I don't have an official design for Virgil yet. I'm not sure how much I'm going to work on this au because I really just did it on impulse

[rai-knightshade-art]

I'm embracing the Lovecore and I'm making that everybody's problem.

More scenes from Strela Amura, plus a bonus Oah!

[[Picture ID: this post contains four pictures. The first picture is a pencil drawing of Alexander Rybak, shown from the back as seen in his Strela Amura music video. He is shirtless, wearing soft sleep pants, and leans up against a balcony railing. Notably, he has bird wings extending from his shoulders; the left is held close in a resting position, the longest feathers extending past his knees in length; the right is held aloft, the top arch reaching the same level as the top of his head. He is shaded in red tones to appear backlit. In the background, lyrics from the songs Oah and Strela Amura are written in a gold metallic ink; from Oah, there is "Don't throw away, oh what's left of me; I once believed you would save my soul." From Strela Amura, the text in transliterated Russian reads "No papadu ya, streloy Amura; Otkroû dlya tebya, lûbvi sekret." (This most literally translates to "I'll hit you with an arrow of Cupid, I'll reveal the secret of love to you.")

The second image contains two pencil drawings, again of Rybak. The top drawing features him in his Strela Amura music video; his expression is anguished, mouth open as if he's shouting (or singing) into the rain, and his hair and clothes are noticeably drenched in water. He has wings in this, and while his right wing is held behind him in a neutral position, the left extends up and over his head, as if to protect him from the rain. Next to him, text adorned with a red heart and a silver arrow reads "Strela Amura", while below him, lyrics from Oah read "But if you saw me now, crying secretly, would you hold my hand and never let it go?" This first sketch is accented in blue tones under the grey graphite. The second sketch, connected to the first with a glittering red string drawn on the page, is a scene from Oah in which Rybak is singing, mouth open, a slightly pensive expression on his face. He is done in orange tones under the grey graphite, and his outfit is like a preppy professor's, with large black-framed glasses and a bowtie over a tweed blazer. Next to him, text adorned with a heart and a bowtie reads "Oah". The other two images of this post are simply close ups of the second full drawing, one of the Raining Strela Amura scene and one of the Oah scene.

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This is Wind from Linked Universe! I like to imagine he's winking at Tetra.

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#4

Hello, I finished Chapter 2 for my Legend centric fic!

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with slightly puffy eyes. I sighed at my reflection and ran my fingers through my pink hair. No one would notice unless they looked closely at my freckled face. I rubbed my eyes before exiting the bathroom. 

I went back to my room to grab my boots and I passed Hyrule in the hallway. I ruffled his hair as he passed by me. He yawned and didn't even bother to fix his hair. He meandered downstairs. I slipped in and pulled my boots on before going downstairs. I could smell bacon and eggs frying. 

I went straight into the kitchen/dining room, and sat down next to a sleepy Hyrule. He had a mug of coffee in his hands. Wind was chatting away with Warriors as per usual. Sky was surprisingly awake and was munching on some toast. Four was reading a book, Wild was helping Malon cook. I heard a door open and close, I turned to see Time carrying a small bucket filled with apples.

Apples… I haven't had one in a long time. They're honey crisp too, hmmm. I think I'll take one later. Time had noticed my eyeing the fruit and decided to toss me one. I leaned back in my chair in surprise before catching it. I rubbed the apple on my shirt before munching on it. It tastes as good as I remember...

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I gathered up my gear and made sure everything was ready to go. I accidentally knocked over my box of rings and they scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, for the love of Hylia!' I swore, before getting down on my knees to pick up the scattered rings. I heard the creak and Wind poked his head in.

"Can I help you?" He questioned and I nodded my head. He immediately got down on his knees and helped me pick up the scattered rings. Working together we picked up all the rings and I tied the box shut. 

"Good idea! Now the rings won't spill next time it falls. Do you need help packing? 

I already finished 'cuz Hyrule helped me."

He grinned up at me. I smiled back briefly. 

"Nah, I'm pretty much finished now. I just need to get my gear then I'm ready to go." I smiled and got him in a headlock and rubbed my knuckles on his head. 

"Hey! Legend! Leggo!" Wind squawked  while he thrashed about, trying to break free of my grip. 

"What's going on here?!" Warriors poked his head through the doorway and I immediately released the fuming teen. 

"Nothing," I grinned at him before stuffing my ring box into my satchel. I picked up my gear and turned around to see Wind holding a pillow threatenly towards Wars. 

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll smother you with my pillow!" He threatened, swinging it around. I cleared my throat loudly. Wind threw the pillow into Wars' face and sprinted past him. Wars threw the pillow on the bed. 

"I'll get him back for that. Not now, but later. By the way, it was about him spilling ink all over Twilight's tunic." He snickered loudly and walked out of the room. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. 

I exited the room, making sure to shut the door. 

 

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Everyone was packed up and ready to go. Malon and Time were talking, the early morning sun glinting off his armor. The sun caught Malon's hair just right and her hair glowed a gentle red. Why does it remind me of…. I shook my head to clear it. Malon hugged Time and he kissed her forehead.It won't hurt to give Epona an apple about now. I hurried over to the mare, who was laden with everyone's spare bags and satchels. I plucked an apple out of Wild's bag and offered it to Epona. She took it from my hand and quietly munched until it was all gone.

“Hey Legend, ready to go?” Hyrule questioned, brushing his long locks out of the way.

“Yeah… You need a haircut.” I chuckled when he blushed embarrassed. 

“I know, but I kinda like it long. I like braiding it.” I hummed in agreement before handing him one of my spare hair ties.

“Here, this should help keep your hair up.” He blushed again before taking it and proceeded to tie his hair up. 

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I was in the back of the group when the portal opened up underneath my feet. I gave a startled cry and Wind grabbed my arm. Wind strained desperately trying to pull me up but he wasn’t strong enough. 

“Let go, Wind. I’ll be okay.” I promised the young teen. Tears sprung up in his eyes. 

“Legend!” He cried, tears dripped down onto my face. My wrist was slipping out of his grip. 

“Wind! Let go, or you’ll fall with me!” I gave him a pleading look. He choked audibly before I forced him to let go.

I fell for what felt like an eternity before slamming onto sand. It was in the evening so the sand was nice and cool. I laid there for a moment before climbing to my feet. I’ve never been here, but it looks familiar to me. What a minute…

“I’m in Wild’s hyrule! And I’m in the desert… Just lovely.” I grumbled the last bit, surveying the land. That looks like the hotel Wild mentioned staying in before he figured out how to get into Gerudo Town. 

I groaned and trudged over to the hotel. keeping an eye out for monsters, I pulled out my lantern. It's getting dark quickly, I need to get to the hotel soon. I can use my boots but that means I need to put up my lantern…. 

"Screw this," I growled and put my lantern back and used my pegasus boots. My feet pounded into the sand, it felt like the sands of Koholint… I shook my head furiously, clearing my thoughts. Speeding across the sand caused bits to fly up into my face but I ignored it. 

A rumbling sound caused me to pause mid run. Skidding to a stop, I stared up at the sky. Dark thunder clouds were covering the once clear sky. Oh nonononono. Immediately, I began running again. I'm not getting caught in another storm! 

Panic rose up within me like a tidal wave as thunder shook the sands.  Choking, I staggered and tripped over a lizalfos' tail. I face planted in the sand. I spat out sand and flipped back onto my feet. The monster paid no attention to me and burrowed under the sand. Oh nonononono! How bad is this storm? 

Lightning flashed and the ground shook, thunder rumbling from the skies above. My whole body began shaking violently as I started running again. Not another storm, please! Don't make me go through this again! Please, someone help me. I kept going but Koholint kept flashing before my eyes. 

"Link, where are you going?" 

"Stop it, she's gone!" I cried. The rain hit me like a brick wall. I fell to damp sand and mud splashed everywhere. I forced myself to my feet and stared in horror as a raft flashed before my eyes. The crudely made raft was being tossed around like a toy. 

I was on the raft and I was scrambling to pull the sail down so it wouldn't rip. My hackles raised up, sparks gathering around my rings and the mast. 

"Legend run!" Wild screamed, I bolted forward snapping out of my dazed state but it was too late. 

"Grahhhhhh!" I screamed in agony as a blinding hot fire exploded across my back. Then, it all went black. 

"Legend, is he okay?!" 

"Legend!!!" 

"Everybody move!" 

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I opened my eyes just a crack. The ceiling above is a light blue and I can hear crickets chirping. Opening my eyes fully, Hyrule's worried green eyes looked straight into mine. 

"Legend, you're awake." His voice was cracking as he gently hugged me.

"I thought I lost my brother." I moved my arms to hug him but to my dismay only one of my arms could move.

"It's alright, Hyrule." My left arm is in a sling, I think it's fried. 

"What happened while I was out?" I asked him after he let me go. He sat down on the bed.

"You were hurt real bad, so Wild teleported us to Zora's domain. They were able to heal you, but you will need bed rest for a while. Your body is utterly spent." He ran his fingers through his long hair. I hummed softly. 

"Go to sleep, Hyrule." 

"I'll try. I just-"

"Stay, and rest here. The bed is big enough for the both of us." I drummed my fingers thoughtfully on the bed. 

"... okay." He got up to get what I assume to be his blankets while I struggled to keep my eyes open. My eyes fluttered half shut by the time Hyrule came back. I felt the bed dip as he crawled across the gigantic mattress.

His hand gently brushed the hair out of my eyes before he laid down next to me. His radiated heat, it was warm and inviting. He's like a little grizzly cub.  I smiled before yawning loudly. 

"Night, Legend." he murmured.

"Night, 'Rule." I sighed softly before falling into a deep sleep. 

18 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 22:19:40 GMT

#3

This story was inspired by @tiredtwili when we did a collab together!

Nightmares…. Dreams that force you to relive your darkest moments. That's happening right now. I'm having a nightmare. An all too familiar one…

I was on the beach with Marin right beside me, humming softly. I held the light tan Ocarina in my hands, trying to figure out which song to play. I twiddled my thumbs before a song came to my mind. The song of the Wind fish. I brought the Ocarina up to my lips and played the song. Marin automatically started to sing just a simple melody.

When the music from Marin and I came to climax, we blended the melody and song perfectly. The music faded away in the ocean breeze. Marin sat down next to me and smiled. 

"Link, when you wake up the Windfish, don't forget me okay? One day, I want to see your world, and see what makes you so happy to be there." There was a sad light in her eyes but she kept smiling. She leaned forward and kissed me. 

Everything began to be covered in a thick mist and the scenery changed. I was standing front of the Windfish. 

"Koholint has been nothing but a dream. Like all dreams, it has come to a close. They will not be forgotten, for Koholint is in your heart." Tears streamed down my face.

I didn't even get to say goodbye…

I woke up with a startled cry, my heart pounding in my chest. Tears were still pouring down my face. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down. It didn't work. I heard the sound of floorboards creaking before the door opened. Time was holding a candle in his hand. 

He stepped in and silently closed the door. I sat up up bringing my knees to my chest. He placed the candle on the bed frame.Time sat down and the bed creaked softly. My left hand went straight to my face as I struggled to calm down.

"Are you okay, Legend?" His soft baritone voice, brought me back to earth. I closed my eyes.

"No, it's just nightmare! I shouldn't be crying!" I choked. Time made a sound before placing his hand on my knee.

"Its going to be okay Legend, I'm here now." 

25 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 20:05:31 GMT

#2

Legend's POV 

I watched the skies darken, thunder rumbling in the clouds. Swallowing thickly, my gaze fell to the sleeping captain, his breathing calm with sleep. I shuddered as the thunder grew even louder. The captain's eyes opened as lightning flashed, lighting up my living room. 

"Hey are you alright?" He whispered, trying not to wake up anyone. I opened my mouth but only a whimper escaped. I laid my head onto my knees and let my body tremble with the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. My ears pinned against my head as I took deep shuddering breaths to calm myself down. 

"Legend, are you okay?" War's voice was husky from just waking up but… it was soothing, comforting to me. I lifted my head up, big boiling hot tears leaking out of my eyes. 

"No, I'm not okay." I whispered into the darkness, knowing that Wars could hear me. Wars made soft rustling sounds, moving over to me. He wrapped something warm around us, hugging me tightly. 

"I'm here Legend." That's all it took. I began to sob but I buried my head into his shoulder, as I clung to the captain. He rubbed my back gently soothing me, softly humming a lullaby. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the captain's scarf/Cape covering me. He… covered me with his scarf? It's precious to him and he used it to comfort me…. I'll repay his kindness somehow. 

@claybrownie7566 Legend snippet! It's not exactly what you said but I made it work for my Legend centric fic I'm working on. 💗

32 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 03:00:07 GMT

#1

@quirkle2 gave me permission to color her lovely lineart of Sky from linked universe!

33 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 23:36:08 GMT

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⌝ Sofia caught the way he leaned into her, the life in his curls wrapping around her fingers as she played with them. There wasn't a part of Sofia that wanted to lean away from Micah, perhaps that was why sometimes when he did lean in she simply leaned in another way, to draw back from him when she needed to always hurt. He did seem to prevent her from moving closer though, her toes remaining in place when his hand sat on her ankle. It was for the best, and better Micah set his own boundaries than be hurt by any she set.

⌝ "It's hard for me to imagine you not looking cool, 'cause it's just your energy," she admitted. Even in a marching band outfit she still pictured his fluffy browns and the veins on his hands, talking about music he liked and knowing stuff about constellations. Even as he stood and she remained in place, watching him pull worn jeans on.

⌝ "I was sort of cool," she admitted, watching him shiver as he did up his pants. "But like cool because I was pretty well off back then, I always had the shit other kids wanted. Movies make it seem like it's this massive effort and show you put on but I don't know, I had things others didn't, I was pretty, so I just hung out with my friends. I honestly wasn't even much of a bitch back then the way people would say I am now. I kept to my friends, that was sort of it, so I probably wouldn't have noticed you, but not cause you weren't cool, just because we would have been in different circles," she shrugged a little. Without realising she had probably made a lot of girls insecure, and inadvertently she probably had said some cruel things, but it certainly wasn't like after everything happened with her sister, when life hit hard and she had to adjust. Sofia had actually been pretty content even if her dad was kind of a dick he wasn't like evil.

⌝ Sofia started to get off the bed, still a little cold simply because it was that time of year. "You're way too cool for me now though," she assured him, a smile that reached her large brown eyes that held him in her gaze, reflection of his face within them. "Bassist, witch, those curls and that smile, cool little reptile, crazy talented song writer. I'll always be in awe of you," she insisted, sweet smile with glossed lips, winged liner a bit messy from sleep.

⌝ "I hope that the reason you haven't really talked to me about what things were like before prison, before you started to transition, isn't because you think I'm 'too cool' or whatever," Sofia commented, tongue escaping her lips and tasting what was on them. "That rather you just like being in the moment, and like what we already share," because so far that was what it had mostly felt like, they told each other things as they felt them, and Sofia was happy for it, she just didn't want Micah to worry it would change how she saw him because she'd never asked, because she simply liked being with him so wasn't asking when he maybe wanted her to. "I'll always see you as my King, no matter what you tell me, because I know I'll always be your stars, no matter what I tell you." The assurance of that was marked on her, on her chest, on her wrist, her index finger rising to the red ink hidden beneath her shirt, running softly over the length of it.

Micah found himself reflexively leaning into her touch, the way her fingers ran through his growing hair, soft brown curls that had begun to lightly touch the tops of his shoulders and gave them more volume. “All the parents would love it too,” he joked back.

“Ah, cold,” he let out when she pushed her cold toes beneath the bare skin of his thigh to warm, he was wearing boxer briefs that he usually slept in and just an old band t-shirt. Micah loosely rested his hand over her ankle to prevent her from burrowing her cold feet any further. “Fifteen?” His face squinted as he tried to recall the memories around that age. Still in high school, probably sophomore year, his little sister would have been about five years old, mother was probably absent or useless like always. “I was a real geek,” he admitted, “One of the losers in marching band. Picture me in that get up with a clarinet doing high knees on the track.”

He patted the side of her ankle and then got up to stand. He had some jeans that he’d worn the day before on the floor and just picked them up to shove his legs through, fabric thoroughly chilled from the concrete ground and it made him shiver slightly. “You were probably too cool to notice me back then. I tried to keep to myself most of the time.”

[celestrian-gods]

~✴~

"Mhm. And luckily for you, theyre not just for celestrians. Runes are a Xyian thing. Any of the Xyian races can do them, Celestrians included. Any race can wear them. So if you ever need anything, let me know. I'll see if theres a rune."

She did know a little English, as well as a little Spanish, a little French, a little German and a little hindi, but that was all due to her family and where they'd ended up for their first visit. She didnt know much, mind you, only the simple hello, goodbye, and that was about it.

It was funny what people learned from those around them just through conversation.

Though her ears, pointed as they are, lowered just a slight at him saying it wouldn't be long before he went home, before they perked up again at the offer to stay for longer. But the mention of flying was too good an offer to pass up.

"You don't need to carry me, I can fly myself. And I think I might be able to make it so that no one can see us, if you'd like to show me a sight. I haven't seen much of Earth in person, not going to lie. So I'd appreciate that. Plus my wings are getting a little cramped now that you've mentioned it."

She focused for a moment, thinking, before getting a solid silver 'pen' out. Not that it had ink. She placed the tip to her arm, which was covered in tiny little silver scars, and large black runes down to the elbow. The forearm was where she was drawing a new one, black flowing and tattooing her arm where the nib scratched, a glamour rune as they called it, that made people think that what they saw was something normal.

"This is a glamour rune. The person wearing it will be perceived by onlookers as something normal. If you're walking in a human city, the humans will see you as a human. If you're flying, they'll see you as a bird. It changes sounds too, so its a fairly sophisticated method of disguise. Fancy one? It hurts but only a little. It'll last 8 hours."

@celestrian-gods from here.

Who knew what Kalon had seen the last time she had touched down on earth and mingled with humans. Though, if he had to be honest, Kam had no idea exactly what she had experienced. It could have been anything. But it had happened long ago for it to not hold too much relevance.

“Yeah. I knew it.” It wasn’t a victory for him, not in any way. Usually it was rather a problem, knowing a language nobody else spoke and having to speak English forever. Not that he didn’t like it. But sometimes a good long swear at the cupboard that got your toe felt just perfect. “I wouldn’t say that makes me any better. We’re just equally good at different ways of explaining  the world.” He smiled mysteriously.

“Oh, I see proof of that every day.” He paused to listen to her then, and chuckled. “If we’re putting it that way, we both have more specialties than that. Like lesser powers. I do music and art, too. And I’m pretty sure you’ve tried out skills that aren’t your specialties.”

Limiters. Huh. How would he even go about a spar with her? It had been too long since he had fought anyone - and no, working out at the gym didn’t count. He had lost training. And who knew how it would go. Surely he had fought off his brothers’ attacks, and the people his grandfather and uncle had sent after him and his family. But Kalon? Even after he had remembered what she was made of…

I guess neither of us is human anymore. And hey, that’s great.