#hehee thanks 🥰

[silvercap]

32 and 91 if you're still doing the drabbles? Preferably chreon, thanks :)

:) (prompts)

Ransom/Tearstains

Leon's face twists in pain as the man on the camera lightly digs the blade into the meat of his bare shoulder, teeth clenched around the strip of fabric they've used to gag him. Chris can still hear him whimpering in the back of his throat; raspy, aborted noises that speak to either hours of screaming or the beginnings of dehydration. Probably both.

Leon's usual shiny hair is lank with sweat and grime, clutched so tightly in the man's hand that his chin is jutted out at an uncomfortable angle that matches the haphazard arrangement of his long limbs on the chair he's been tied to. He looks exhausted, sickly, deep bags under his eyes that glisten with fresh tears under the bright light focused on his face, the salty tracks of long-dried ones interrupted by the spots of blood that speckle his cheek. The man leers, leaning in close to the recording lens.

"I know you're a reasonable man, Mr. Redfield," he says, finishing his monologue. "You've got forty-eight hours, and after that your pretty boyfriend here is mine to do with as I please. Give me what I want."

"Bastard," Piers hisses from somewhere behind Chris, the raw anger in his voice a matching set with the rage that prompts Chris to squeeze his hands into fists. On the screen, Leon makes a strangled sound, the man's gleaming blade tracing a thin line of red up the front of his throat that begins to bead before he can even pull it away again. His eyes fixate hazily on the camera, sorrowful and pleading, and then the image cuts, Chris's fist slamming into the desk of its own accord.

"Fuck!" he growls, mugs and pencils clattering with the impact. Several people jump around him, Jill's strong hand finding a place on his shoulder, but Chris can't even pay them any mind. Panic flutters under his ribs, escaped from the lockbox it usually gets shoved into in situations like these, Chris's patience frayed by days of exhaustion and fear. And now this. A direct request from the man responsible for kidnapping Leon in broad daylight, the bruises on Leon's skin a sure sign of the torment he's been put under just so that Chris has no choice but to comply with the man's demands.

Guilt pierces him with the fresh memory of Leon's tearstained face, Chris's hand trembling where it had cracked against the wood. He has to make this right. He can't let this happen, but they have no idea where this guy is, and every second they waste is another moment he could be torturing the man Chris loves, and---

"We'll find him," Jill promises, and Chris lets his head fall. All he can see are Leon's soft blue eyes, afraid and pained instead of twinkling with laughter like they should be. He doesn't deserve this.

"Yes." His voice breaks, and he swallows. "We have to."

[kikker-oma]

Hey, would it be OK if I ask for an art request?

I would love to see angst Time, like him getting seriously injured. (I don't get to see many people in LU doing that😭)

Just come up with anything that first goes your mind. 😊

Love your art so much! 🥰

(You don't have to do it right away, take your time 😊)

I gotchu boo😗😈

[reineydraws]

77 is a lucky number (777 is The Best) so let's see Jason/Red Hood and 77 for that art prompt!

don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise

77 is let's fall in love for the night by finneas :)

wrapped 2023 game

[httpiastri]

❣️ I just read your confession post for oscar and others! Can you do it for other drivers like Paul, Ollie, and Kimi? Love your writing! You inspired me to start my own Formula blog :D

❣️ – send me a prompt and one/a few drivers and i'll tell you how i think they would react!!

paul aron

paul is no stranger to short-lived flings and summer romances, but he's not as familiar with the feeling of his heart fluttering the way it does whenever he thinks about you. he isn't used to the way that he thinks about telling you whenever something good happens to him, nor the way that he wants to ask for your help when he's going through something. he doesn't understand why you're the first thing he thinks about in the morning, and the last thing on his mind before he falls asleep. it takes him so long to figure out these new feelings, and when he eventually realizes that he's falling for you, he just gets scared.

he has no experience with these feelings, and everything he's heard about real relationships – commitment, trust, loyalty – sounds terrifying. but it doesn't take long for him to realize that it's worth it if it's with you.

i think the confession itself would be quite impromptu and unplanned. i'm imagining a movie night at his place, with you cuddled up to his side, when he just can't hold back anymore. when he asks if he can tell you something, he sounds just as playful as he usually does, so you never could've guessed the words that fall from his lips after that. "you're so... special. in a good way, a great way. and i... i think i'm falling for you."

ollie bearman

i see ollie as... kind of shy in this way? he isn't embarrassed or cowardly, but something in him makes that first real step a little too hard to take. i think ollie would much rather find a romantic, subtle way to do it.

one day, you're surprised to hear your doorbell ringing – you aren't expecting anyone, right? and you didn't order anything, did you? when you open your door, you find only a big bouquet of flowers standing outside it. you smile to yourself as you pick it up, your mind instantly wandering off to the tall, handsome brit you've been spending a lot of time with recently, who has had a bit of a habit of giving you flowers. this bouquet is especially big, though, and you try to search through your mind for any possible major occasion the bouquet could be for as you bring it inside.

but when you set it atop your dinner table, a note falls out from in between the flowers. and on the note, in ollie's messy handwriting, comes that confession you've been waiting so long for.

i like you. i really like you, and i would love to see what we could be. only if you feel the same way, of course. (please forget about all of this if you don't)

i'm sorry for not having the courage to say this to your face, but i would love to see you tonight if you're free. please call me.

sincerely, your bear ☺︎♡

kimi antonelli

kimi would be very spontaneous about it. he would not be planning it; it would come as just as much of a surprise to him as to you. i see it coming when you're sitting next to each other in class/the truck/etc, and you've been playing around with him and bothering him for quite a while. when you notice that your attempts to disturb his focus haven't worked, you turn to tickle him in hopes that it will work better – and it definitely does.

kimi folds over instantly, gasping loudly as his own hands come down to wrap around your wrists. "you're so annoying!" he exclaims, switching to hold both of your wrists in just one of his hands, as his other hand gives you a playful slap across the face. "you're lucky i like you so much, otherwise..."

you both come to a halt at his words, neither of you having expected them. instead of addressing it, though, he settles for moving his hands to tickle you instead, hoping to distract you from what just happened. you definitely won't forget, though, but the change is only for the better.

[turnipoddity]

Any Chainshipping comics in our near future?

(ALSO I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR UMBRELLA ACADEMY ART!!!)

near future? i’m afraid not

[cahootings]

Ok but what about those top 5 moons?

WELL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

Mimas

we see you. death star ass

Titan

Yes it's cool that it's the second largest moon in the solar system and it has a dense atmosphere and lakes and rains of methane. But mostly it looks very soft and I want to pet it.

Io

Volcanoes. Volcanoes. Her volcanoes. Plumes seen from space. Tidal heating. Gravitational forces from proximity to Jupiter causing its surface to stretch up to 300 feet as it rotates. Thee most geologically active place in the solar system. Looks like pizza and smells like farts

Enceladus

So so so pretty. Also: cryovolcanism!!! Ice plumes that add to Saturn's rings!! Subsurface ocean potentially harboring life!!!!

Pan

Shepherd moon orbiting inside Saturn's rings sweeping up ring particles around its equator. I love you funky little space pierogi you are my favorite.

[parksrway]

You know what. (obnoxiously loud inhale)

I THINK YOUR SHINK STUFF IS COOL AND I LIKE READING YOUR COMIC

i think you're really cool and i hope you have a good day

gets blasted through the drywall by love and positivity

[bepoucorp]

hi bepou, ive been stalking (excuse me) your tumblr for quite a while now and i feel like i should finally leave a comment of some sort. ive always been on and off batjokes, batman in general. something about your art just pulls everything together, its colorful, its full of passion and love, its full of the interest you have for this media. whenever im having artblock, i come to your blog. you inspire me to draw

awww thank you so much, anon!! im so flattered and happy HFIOWBFKW!! 🥺🫶

[silvercap]

I don't remember which ones you've done anjknf but how about 11 or 13?

Hehe sure 🥰 (from this prompt list)

Chains/Hunger

It's so dark down here. Leon growls low in his throat, discomfort settling over him in the gloom. Chains clank and jangle where his fettered wrists hang above his head, the distant burn of chafe wounds the only distraction from the hazy confusion swallowing him whole. He can't remember the last time he saw the sun, or how he even got here in the first place, vague fear clinging to the fine hairs on the back of his neck the longer he thinks about it.

Hunger, sharp and gnawing, roils in his gut, a starving thing that claws insistently at his insides and forces him to salivate through the strange metal mask secured over the lower half of his jaw. He can't remember the last time they fed him, but the taste of it lingers on his tongue, the muscle scraped raw from smoothing against his teeth over and over again in an attempt to gain stimulation. He's so lonely. Hungry for contact the same way his stomach begs for sustenance.

But not any longer. Leon watches through narrowed eyes as the man appears through the bars of his (frankly, unnecessary) cell, the one he knows did this to him. His throat is bared between the starched collar of his characteristic white shirt, and Leon can't help but fixate on the bare skin, eager to plunge his teeth through the flesh and tear it free. Deep in his mind, he knows something about that urge isn't quite right, but God---he's so hungry. Too hungry to care.

Leon's lip curls beneath the mask as the man leers at him with an arrogant grin, fists curling around bloodied fingers.

"How's my little test subject, today?" the man purrs, rattling an old key against the iron bars with a clang. In his other hand, he holds a bag soaked with something dark, red droplets dripping in perfect rhythm onto the top of his polished leather shoe. Leon can't look away, even when the man laughs and speaks again. "Let's see how far you've fallen."

[campingwiththecharmings]

Honeyboo, I know you said you don't do HC's and stuff, but can you imagine Driver!Jake as he is driving RichGirl!Reader around on a shopping day and he has to carry all of her bags after her as she is going from store to store cause her daddy said so 💀

(it's not that i don't do them, per se, i just don't think about them until someone asks me lol 😆)

ooo i can see this taking place both before they're together and after. 👀

if it's before, jake would probably be kind of annoyed (and perhaps even a little insulted) to be reduced to a literal bag boy--though, he can't lie, the bonus her daddy gave him is more than generous enough for him to swallow his pride for one afternoon. she's polite enough to him initially, thanking him for holding doors for her and apologizing to him when she just wants to try on just a few more dresses.

but then she meets up with some friends.

he can see them from where he stands at the front of the store, his arms laden with shopping bags. she and her friends are looking at him, not at all trying to hide that fact as they're whispering and giggling about him like school girls. jake is torn between being annoyed and amused (but mostly he just wishes he could have a cigarette). her friends spend the rest of the day shamelessly flirting with him (one even tries to get his phone number) and he thinks he must've imagined the spark of jealousy in your eyes.

if they're already together? well...she'd obviously spend the day torturing him. instead of making him wait at the front for her, she tells him she needs him in the dressing rooms. she makes him sit in the waiting area and models every single outfit for him. there's one particular dress, one with a slit that goes up your thigh that leaves little to the imagination, that he almost begs you to buy, if only so he can peel it off of you at some point in the near future.

the smirk on her face as she buys it tells him how obvious his desire was.

he's about to take her home (maybe practice getting her out of that dress) when she asks him to make just one more stop. he does as asked, of course, and he drives to the store. he doesn't think anything of it until he walks in with her and sees it....all the lingerie.

he practically swallows his tongue when she asks him to accompany her to the dressing rooms.

it's the end of the day and the store is (blessedly) empty so they have the dressing room to themselves. just as jake is giving himself a pep talk, telling himself he can do this, that he can control himself, that he will not fuck her in the middle of this high-end boutique, she walks out of the dressing room in the most beautiful set of lace and silk scraps he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.

he wants to rip them off her with his teeth.

in the end, he does end up fucking her in the middle of this high-end boutique, his hand over her mouth muffling her cries of pleasure as he pounds into her over and over.

as she comes around him, her pleasure dragging him over the edge too, jake has the thought that maybe being a bag boy isn't actually as bad as he'd thought it'd be. 😇🤭

[hopkei]

Random Fanta photos (26/?)

[ansjsla]

I love your art style sm, it makes my heart melt out of love~(T•T)~

Awwww thank you!!! 🥹🥹🐙

[cherry-velvet-skies]

James Remar as Officer Joe Dylanne in Quiet Cool (1986)

(GIFs are mine; give credit if used)

[blujayonthewing]

Hi I'm OCmaxxing right now and obviously that means I have to inflict that upon others too, so I wanna ask!

Now that you've had a decent chunk of time to play and develop Felix, is there anything about him that surprised you as you've warmed him up? Any details or traits that you had originally planned, but organically became something else once you started playing him? Any details that you hadn't planned, but somehow came out anyway? How has he changed since you first came up with him?

He's playful!! I guess I don't know that it's extremely surprising that he's playful and has a sense of humor in general, and he's still generally reserved/quiet among company, but he's definitely got a cheekier vibe than I expected him to-- he's a bit of a tease when he's relaxed/ comfortable, adding little quips to discussions and such. Part of his whole concept is that he likes people, but it turns out this applies very much to individual people as well as People In General-- he is constantly amused (affectionate) by the rest of the party, for the most part as endeared as he is intrigued by them. I was a little surprised at how much he smiles-- just leetol grins to himself, but I think I expected more Resting Neutral Face? But he (mostly) really likes the people he's around right now, and he wears it on his sleeve. He's not as flustered by conversation in general as I think I'd originally imagined, as long as he's not the center/ focus of it. On the flipside, he's not as bad about blurting out unfortunate things as I expected or intended, although admittedly I think this is as much to do with my player cowardice as it is his character choices, lmao. He's still not, like, being polite (voluntarily says something diplomatic rather than whatever he's actually thinking), but rather being polite (not saying Anything, controlling the impulse to verbalize thoughts as they enter his head).

He handles failure worse than I expected-- or, rather, he's comfortable with failure on his own, which I knew, but feeling like he's letting others down is something he takes really hard, it turns out. We had a situation where 1) he blamed himself (understandably, but incorrectly) for things breaking bad in the first place, and 2) he couldn't roll for shit and contributed Absolutely Nothing to the ensuing encounter, and afterwards he took it upon himself to banish himself from the group for awhile when we got back to town, partly out of shame and partly, I think, out of an assumption that Fucking Off would just be the best or most preferable thing for him to do, given the circumstances. I feel like there's sort of an emerging picture with him, through gameplay and also thinking more about his backstory since I started playing him, that part of the reason he's habitually on his own is that he feels (for [reasons]) that he doesn't have much in particular to offer anyone else, which of course is fine if he's just on his own doing his own thing for his own gratification but becomes a problem when he finds himself thrust by fate into A Group Dynamic, with people he immediately likes...

Big ol acts of service love language guy. He's gonna notice and remember tiny things about you and then quietly-- anonymously, if possible-- do something nice about it, which is the kind of thing I think I really had to find out by putting him with other people and watching what happens. Felix will see an opportunity to do a small and very personally tailored kindness and say 'is anyone gonna act on that' and not wait for an answer

[thedeadthree]

tis my birthday tis midnight which means its the 5th which means i have hit the big two five happy 25 to me 🥀😵‍💫☺️

[beevean]

Can you write a short about Hector beating the shit out of Isaac in their last battle? Like really kicking his ass and letting all the hate he has for him?

He was on the defensive. He dodged and spun every step of the way, less concerned about landing a hit and more about surviving. Having replaced his old spear for a light blade he was clearly unequipped to hold might be a factor in his sloppiness.

Isaac was slipping, and Hector couldn’t wait to take advantage of it. He was close, so close to finally get his revenge, and nothing would get in his way.

Every movement came as naturally as breathing, by now. He had to thank his old friend for that. Hector rolled to the side to avoid a blow, ordered his Corpsey to take care of the other Forgemaster’s Rasetz, and dashed forward swinging his sword; Isaac wasn’t hurt, but staggered backwards, visibly proven.

Isaac had always been the more agile of the two, but Hector had always been the strongest one. And it was about time Isaac was reminded of what used to tear him up from the inside.

So Hector decided to change his strategy, and summoned his sturdy force gloves.

Before Isaac could even raise his head, Hector slammed his entire fist on Isaac’s exposed abdomen; he felt his breath getting pushed out of him, and that gave him the strength for another punch, an uppercut to his chin, that knocked the man on the floor, like the weakling he had always been.

It wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough to quell the rage rolling in his guts. Hector straddled Isaac, and didn’t let him cough up blood or look at him with fear: his fists moved before he could think, one, two, one, two, hitting blindly as long as he hit Isaac and as long as it hurt.

Slaps and punches were nothing new between them, but they were simple games, or normal altercations between friends - Hector didn’t know, at the time, that friends weren’t supposed to punish each other with hits. There was so much he didn’t know, and would have never learned without Rosaly’s kindness.

But this was no game, and Hector was long past trying to knock some sense into him. No pity, no mercy for the monster who took his Rosaly from him, his whole life, if Hector could kill Isaac a hundred times over he’d do that with glee and it wouldn’t make up for the crime he had done.

The crunch of broken teeth and bones under his knuckles filled him with immense satisfaction; and the more Isaac’s face swelled up and turned purple and stained his hands with his slimy blood, the harder Hector swung, grunting and shouting for the effort even as his arms grew heavy and sore.

It was worth it.

It was his righteous revenge, in the name of his Rosaly.

Rosaly would be horrified to see him like this.

Julia had asked him to save her brother from the Curse.

«What am I doing…?»

Hector stopped with his fist in mid-air, gasping the stale air of the room. Under him, Isaac had ceased to make any sound that wasn’t gurgling.

He would die choking on his own blood. It was what he deserved for all the pain he had caused him.

And Hector had gotten so close to beating his old friend to death like a rabid beast.

That wasn’t him! He’d never been… He’d never so eager to taste blood and suffering!

That was… what had made his old Lord descend into madness.

Hector stood up on wobbling legs, heaving, unable to look at the mess he had made.

«What am I doing?!»