#hi everyone. oc art BLAST

[livvy-art]

oc doodles that are completely different in mood but it makes me laugh so it's fine

[quanblovk]

Uther's reaction to his overall reception ever since the tourney started:

[palilious]

I love that the whole fandom's collective reaction to Quinn's new voice can be summed up as "Oh god he's BRITISH"

[gummycube]

Two ideas for what Hollis' once-mentioned husband looks like... I'm calling him Rupert

[aries-temporis]

the goated webcomic youtubers said that i gotta know what my characters want out of the story so i made a handy dandy chart about it

[punkitt-is-here]

Read These Frequently Asked Questions Before You Send An Ask!

Patreon | Ko-Fi | Youtube

IF YOU ARE A FUNDRAISER PLEASE BE AWARE I AM ALREADY HELPING WITH CAMPAIGNS AND CANNOT REASONABLY HANDLE ANY MORE. PLEASE DO NOT EXPECT A RESPONSE. MY APOLOGIES!

Heyo! I get a TON of asks each day, so I'm making this post so that folks know what's already been asked so my followers don't have to see the same stuff over and over, haha.

Hi! I'm Punkitt! I'm a game developer, artist, editor, director, and a bunch of other stuff! I'm working on an RPG called Astral Guard, a platformer called Susan Taxpayer, and I have a couple more fun projects in my pocket like Happup and Super Mario Death Row.

Did you know you look like weird al?

YES jesus fucking christ i get told this every day. if u send me a message in my inbox saying i look like weird al im killing you with like wizard spells and shit.

Why do you have so many hats? Do you know you have that many hats?

ye i like hats. :) free tumblr badges for one pea i like one piece and took as many as i could. free.

Where can I find your art/game development/horsecomix?

Great question! Everything I make that's my own and not a reblog is under "my posts", every bit of art I do is under "my art", any game development I do is under "gamedev", you can find all my MLP art under "mlp, my art" or "horsecomix" for the best stuff. I also have an "animations" tag and a "shitposts" tab. I also properly tag all my asks to be asks and write out the asker's name, so if you don't wanna see those just mute the ask tag.

Do you have a Patreon or a Ko-Fi?

I do have a ko-fi here! I also JUST launched a Patreon, which you can find here :)

What do you use for your art?

I use FireAlpaca and Paint.net for misc. effects!

What are you using to make your games?

I use FireAlpaca do make my assets! Astral Guard, Happup, and any other top-down RPG games I make are all made in RPGMaker 2003. Susan Taxpayer is made in SMBX2 Beta 4, a Mario fangame engine with lua support!

Why are you using a 2-decade-plus engine to make games?

It's fun!

Do you have a sideblog or something for your art?

Not right now! What you see is what you get. I do have a sideblog for Astral Guard though, if you want to follow that game specifically! @astral-guard

Can I make an OC based on your work?

ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!! THATS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO!!!! I WANNA SEE!!!!

Can I do dubs/redraws of your comics?

As long as you credit me! I get a ton of notifs each day, so if you wanna show me (and PLEASE i so do wanna see fun dubs and redraws!!!) tag me or DM me!

Are you the one who trapped her coworkers in a room and made them listen to TF2 lore?

Can I use your art as a PFP?

Sure! Just credit me somewhere. :D

Yep! Everyone had a blast actually. :]

Did you make that comic where Fluttershy eats the weed brownie/Rainbow Dash has a male living space/someone has a cutie mark that says they'll kill Ronald Reagan?

Yep! That's me.

Where are you in MLP right now?

Currently just finished Season 7! Haven't watched the movie yet.

Have you watched Equestria Girls?

Yep! Thought it was super cute. I watched up to Rainbow Rocks and plan on watching more.

What's your opinion on MLP so far?

I love it! I think it's cute. I really don't agree that there was some sort of huge quality drop after season 2 or whatever.

What do you think of G5?

Not my style! I don't really like either animation types and it just seems like I'm not in the audience anymore. That's totally chill, but it just doesn't grab me!

Have you watched any other MLP stuff from previous generations?

Nope! But I did see a compilation called Minty Being Autistic for Six Minutes Straight that I loved. she's perfect.

Favorite pony?

Don't got one, I love all the Mane Six a LOT, but I'm particularly fond of Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity!

Favorite episode/season?

I'm so bad at picking favorites! But any season past Season 1 I have a blast with because I feel like it's just more my style. I don't have a favorite episode, but the most recent one I can remember LOVING is the one where Starlight bottles up her emotions because it was REALLY funny.

Do you like Pony.mov?

Nope! And stop saying my stuff reminds you of it, it's a lil annoying!

Have you watched the Mentally Advanced Series/Friendship is Witchcraft/Other fandom vids?

Probably not! My interaction with the MLP fandom prior to last year was pretty minimal, so I'm making my way through the show first!

What do you think of Fallout: Equestria?

I think it's super weird but really fun because of that. I've never properly read any of it but it's very fascinating to me.

Are you transgender?

Yep! I go by she/her, I'm a trans woman. Have been for many years, but I only recently came out online!

Are you a lesbian?

Nah, I'm bisexual!

Can I commission you?

Yeah! I only have my commissions available on my Ko-Fi at certain times though, so keep an eye out! I usually announce slots being open at least 12 hours beforehand. Slots are usually first come first serve, but we'll see.

Can I use your art as a Discord emote?

Yeah man i'm not scouring every discord on the planet to find stickers of my work. i think it owns if people take my stuff and make it stupid injoke emotes between friends that makes me very happy.

Can I send you an ask inquiring about gender dysphoria?

I feel like this is beyond my capabilities of advice! I'm actually very comfortable with my body and I have been for many years, so I don't know if I can give any good or helpful advice on that front. Apologies, but there are many resources out there where you can ask about those things if you look for them, like Discord channels!

Favorite Color?

I'm a sucker for blue!

Favorite coffee?

Can't drink coffee, my stomach is cringe.

Favorite tea?

I'm lame and can't drink most tea but I love this one orange-flavored tea a lot. I also LOVE ice tea.

Can I say you're horsegender/punkittgender/a little gender goblin void thing?

Well, I can't stop you, but I'm kind of beyond that phase now! I really am a boring ol' plain she/her girl, and I like it that way. It's not much, but it's honest gender.

What's your favorite game series?

Mother, Kingdom Hearts, Mario, and I USED to say Fallout, but I found out I'm really only a big Fallout New Vegas fan.

Favorite game from those?

Mother 3 is one of my fave games of all time! I love KHII, and I'm tied for SMB3 and SMW. Also Fallout New Vegas fucks hard.

Any other favs?

Bug Fables, SLARPG, and TF2!

Favorite Movie?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, no question.

Oh, are you going to college?

Yep! I'm a film/theater major.

Do you have a YouTube channel?

Yeah! Click right here for it, I stream there and upload footage of my games/animations/my film projects + other stuff.

What is that little orange creature I see?

That's bweenop, my little persona that I use when I'm feeling a little scrunkly.

Do you have a ponysona?

Yep! Her name is Star Magnolia, you can search her on the blog to see art of her.

When will Susan Taxpayer/Astral Guard/etc. be out?

No clue! I take things slow, that's just how I am.

How do you work on so many things at once?

I make small, satisfying amounts of progress! I never try to complete one giant thing all at once, I just like doing small bursts of fun stuff. I got ADHD, so I learn to work with it.

Did you know you look like Weird Al?

Im going to run you over with a clown car watch out

WHY do you work on so many things at once?

Fun! I like learning, I like making cool stuff, and I like showing it to people :)

Do you need any help with your projects?

Potentially! I'll probably put out a post asking for help if I need it.

If you could be a horse, would you?

You kidding me? Several ton beasts with the frailty of a sickly Victorian boy; my clumsy ass would never survive.

Are you some sort of...furry?

yeag

Why do you reblog so much?

Brother I LOVE posting. that's just how it is.

Fav music artists?

It changes literally ALL the time but I will recommend ANYTHING by Vylet Pony, its music is incredible and probably the reason I'm a weird niche microcelebrity now.

Why are you like this?

theater kid + having a lot of fun on the internet makes you a bit silly hehe hoo

SUSAN TAXPAYER QUESTIONS

Is it out?

Not yet! But hopefully sometime in the next year. I dunno! I take things at my own pace and keep stuff fun. :)

What are you using to make it?

SMBX2! It's a free fangame engine for Mario episodes, but it's incredibly versatile and has a wonderful community, so I decided to make Susan Taxpayer in it.

Is there a demo?

You betcha! You can find it right here. I'll also probably put it up on my itch.io.

How do I install it?

I made a post here about how to run the SAGE '23 demo!

[m0nsterqzzz]

Capture the Flag

pairing: clarisse la rue x child of apollo!reader

summary: you hate capture the flag, and clarisse hates people hurting you. that's that.

warnings: kidnapping? *done by a bunch of demigod teenagers for the simple outcome of winning a game* mentions of murder because what is a clarisse fic without it? swearing? kinda oc clarisse just because I can't write anything else without turning it into enemies to lovers

a/n: she is my love. clarisse defender for life.

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Clarisse La Rue.

The name sparks fear in many people at Camp Half Blood. Kids cower when she’s near, or run away when she walks towards them. It makes her happy, having people fear her. She thrives off of it, being a daughter of Ares; the god of war.

But too you? The name brings warmth, comfort, and love. It’s very rare her wrath has ever been directed towards you, and the few times it has been was when she didn’t know you. When you were just another camper to her.

It only took a few days at camp for you to be claimed by your father, Apollo. 

It made sense really, your bubbly and energetic personality was so similar to your fathers and his demi god childrens. You moved into cabin seven with your small backpack of beloved items from your past, picking the bed in the corner farthest away from the few other children of Apollo and spending most of your time in that spot if you weren't at arts and crafts or archery. Not many people cared about you at first, not that you mind while you were trying to process all that happened for you to finally get to this wilderness home. Then you tried to make some friends, which ended with you mostly spending your days with your siblings or the children of Hermes and the campers who lived in that cabin without being claimed.

Then, you met your girlfriend. The love of your life. You're everything. Clarisse.

She had protected you during a game of capture the flag, not realizing that your “attacker” was one of your best friends who simply held his sword up to you in a playful way. You teased her for weeks after that, giving her the title, “my protector”. Although the teasing eventually stopped, the nickname never did.

You’re her sunshine. That’s clear to everyone in camp, but nobody really talks about it for fear of being hurt by her spear.

Capture the flag is one of her favorite days out of the week. Other than every Tuesday when Chiron lets you eat dinner at her table- an agreement that came after a very long week of begging of course. That was his compromise to your ask of being able to spend every night at that table, and Clarisse wasn’t going to push it despite liking the first idea more. 

It became a lot harder to win said game when she started dating you, team red losing one of their best fighters when she would leave her post by the flag to roam the forest and make sure you are okay. It just makes you laugh when she stops kissing you up against a tree to suddenly run back to her post when she remembers the main task at hand, but her siblings and team would definitely disagree that it's funny.

Today's no different, and after threatening her teammate with her spear, she leaves her post to find you with the peace of mind that they’ll protect the flag and won’t tell on her to the other players on team red.

You on the other hand, you have your headphones in, music blasting in them as you dance through the forest and around the trees. Capture the flag has never really been as important to you as your teammates on the blue team, and both Annabeth and Luke eventually learned to give you a simple task and let you do your own thing. 

The nymph's join along in your activities every once in a while, but for the most part they just stay in their tree form as you dance past them.

You’re in your own world with your favorite song playing on your wired headphones that stay connected to the ipod in your hand that your girlfriend gifted to you after she came home from a quest a few months ago. It’s only when someone hits your helmet-covered head with the butt of their sword so hard you pass out that you realize you wandered into the red team's territory.

Waking up, the first thing you notice is the harsh light of the sun glaring down at you. Then it’s the rough feeling of wood on your back and the tight pull of rope on your stomach when you try and fail to stand up from your sitting poston. Your stomach churns as you realize what kind of situation you're in; no help, in a vulnerable position, and no weapon. Lastly, you groan when you realize that your headphones have been taken out of your ears and are laying in a tangled pile a few feet away along with your ipod.

After a few seconds, your vision clears up and the two blobs of color that you saw in front of you turn out to be two people. They’re clearing down at you from their standing positions, one with a sword out and the other holding a dagger.

“Good morning sunshine.” You cringe at the nickname that comes from one of the boys you now recognize from the Aphrodite cabin. It’s the one that your girlfriend uses for you. 

Children of Aphrodite may be well known for her being the goddess of love, and all things pink and pretty, but sometimes people forget she is also a goddess of war. Her demigod children are sweet and nice, but it’s no big surprise why Clarisse likes having them on her team when you see their fighting abilities when they actually try.

“What do you want with me?” You question harshly, trying but eventually giving up on trying to force the ropes to untie by moving your body around. You’re tied to a thin tree, thin enough for your arms to reach behind you and wrap around it- it's kind of like your giving the tree a backwards hug with your hands tied together around it- but not thin enough to break when you push you back up against it to test the theory on if you can snap it. 

They look at eachother and chuckle, putting their weapons away when they realize you can’t get out of your ties. One you recognize as Oliver steps closer to you as he says, “Annabeth and Luke care about you so much, the moment they realize that you’re missing, they’ll forget all about the flag and Clarisse can go get it.”

You stare at them blankly for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. They glance at each other before narrowing their eyes at you.

“What are you laughing at sunshine?” You finish laughing when the ropes pull on your stomach way too tightly with the way your body shakes with the laughter. “You ummm…” You start, taking a deep breath when you find yourself beginning to giggle again. “You thought the most amazing plan…was to lead my overprotective friends and girlfriend…the girl who carries a spear with her everywhere she goes and hurts anyone who looks at her wrong mind you…to the spot where she’ll find her partner tied up to a tree in a clearing where no one is around to stop her from killing you guys?”

They stare at you with a sudden look of fear in their eyes before they walk a few yards away to begin whispering to each other, the confidence from earlier gone and rethinking their plan after you brought the obvious ending to your attention.

“Hey guys?!” You shout out, smiling when they turn around for a second to face you. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell Clarisse not to kill you! She usually listens to me because the last time she killed someone, I didn’t cuddle her for a week!” Their eyes widen at your casualness, as if her killing someone is completely normal in your world before turning back around so you can’t see them panicking. It doesn’t matter though, the way they move their hands erratically and have to take deep breaths from raising their voices in fear is enough knowledge.

They come back a few minutes later, the fear still there as they stand in front of you. You don’t ask what plan they’ve come up with now, and they don’t tell you.

You guys sit in silence for a second before you glance at your earbuds and ask, “Do you guys like jazz tunes?” The boys stare at you with a confused expression.

“Um..…no. Why? Is that what you were listening to?”

“No. It’s just a conversation starter. The quiet was getting kinda awkward.”

The silence is back again, before you begin to quietly hum the tune of the song you were listening to before they interrupted your state of happiness. “So…..did you guys see my amazing dancing?”

Liam chuckles, eyes not meeting yours as he scans the forest around you guys and mumbles, “It wasn’t that good.” Oliver lets out a small hum of agreement. 

You scoff, eyes falling to your legs as you whisper under your breath, “Well damn. I’m definitely letting my girl kill you now.”

Suddenly, a few yards away, there is a loud scream that could make someone's ear eardrums bleed. It isn’t one of fear or sadness, but of anger. The boy’s eyes widen and they begin to spin in circles to try and keep track of the attacker as they pull out their weapons. You just smile.

The sound of someone running is what finally snaps them out of their panic enough to try running away, but she’s already there using the end of her spear to hit one's back so hard he falls forward and pulls the other one of one backwards and throws him on the ground by his armor. 

The first boy she pushes tries to get up and scurry away, but she simply places her foot on his back and presses so down with her boot with enough pressure he looks ready to cry. He really should be wearing armor. 

“Clar! Clar, it’s fine! I’m fine!” You shout when the fear starts to set in that she might actually hurt them, and she doesn’t even seem like she’s listening as she twists her spear in a circle and looks towards the other boy with a grin on her face that you know all too well. She’s going to kill them.

You begin to try and pry your hands out of the rope so hard it begins to shred your skin like paper in hopes of stopping her from doing something she’ll get in so much trouble for, and it’s only when you let out a small whimper of pain does Clarisse stop her actions. The grin falls from her face, and her foot releases the boy as she hurries over to you.

Both boys get up off the dirt, stumbling over their own feet as they begin to run back into the forest to hide from Clarisse. “You touch them again and I’ll kill you in ways even my father couldn’t imagine!” She screams over her shoulder in a terrifying voice, and the way she then turns to you with a sweet smile would be weird to anyone else. It only comforts you.

“I’m so sorry sunshine. I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.” She whispers as she uses the sharpest part of her spear to cut the ropes off. You sigh in relief, bringing them to your lap so you can gently caress them. There are red marks surrounding them, some of which you can already tell are going to bruise and one with a small cut on it from the rope and bark on the tree rubbing on your skin.

Your girlfriend looks guilty, so when she begins to spill even more apologizes you shut her up with a gentle kiss. “It’s okay Clar. I’m okay. It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” She shakes her head no and you watch with a small smile as she uses the most gentle touch you’ve ever felt to pick up your wrists and assess the injury.

“Really. I’m fine. It’s just some rope burn.” She hums in understanding, bringing them up to her lips one by one to place a feather light kiss on the red spots. “Better?” The curly haired girl asks with a small smile. 

“Much.” She nods, letting out one more apology before she picks you up bridal style and begins to walk back in the direction of camp. It’s only when you make it to the edge of the clearing and the cabins, mess hall, and big house come into view do you realize she’s not taking you back to your team's territory. 

When you go to ask where she’s taking you, but she just shh’s you and takes the trail to the infirmary. In the distance, the conch shell sounds, signaling the end of the game. It’s followed by the familiar cheers of your team, making you feel bad.

“I’m really sorry Clar. I could have walked myself. I’m so sorry” She just shakes her head, walking into the small building that only has about three Apollo children in it, the kids who don’t like to play capture the flag and volunteer to stay in the infirmary in case someone needs medical help. You know them, sending them all bright smiles and they do the same.

She sets you down on a gurney, a quick glare to the boy standing awkwardly a few feet away with a clipboard is all he needs to run over and begin gently cradling your arms to wrap your wrist’s. His name is Jamie, and he’s the quietest out of all of your siblings. Even with his silence, you know he’s an absolute sweetheart after nights spent painting with him or enjoy a walk in the sun together.

“Just take off the bandages to ice them every once and a while, and you should feel fine in a few days.” He mumbles before scurrying off to do something else, but in reality you know he’s just trying to get away from the girl who now stands at the edge of your bed like a guard. My protector.

You stand up, slowly walking towards her and wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. “You know, your siblings are beginning to despise me for being the reason you guys are losing.”

She shrugs, a small smile making its way onto her face. “Let them. They ever talk shit, you come to me. I’ll deal with it. Until then, they can despise you in silence. I’m just happy you’re okay sunshine.”

“Thanks to you. My protector.” With that she chuckles, leaning down to kiss you as your arms tighten around her.

“But I’m definitely getting Chiron to change the Apollo cabin to our team.”

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[creatingblackcharacters2]

Did you know that the creator of #Inktober stole his work from a Black artist?

Now you do!

I want to kick off October by talking about #Blacktober, an event for supporting Black and Black biracial artists that ran from 2020 to 2023!

According to the organizers' own website:

In response to the creator of Inktober plagiarizing his art book from Alphonso Dunn, and the antiblack harassment Black cosplayers and artists face for re-imagining their favorite characters as Black in media and an art community where we're underrepresented - we created #Blacktober in 2020 in hopes to celebrate ourselves, nurture the community and create a positive, empowering space for Black creatives.

Any Black creative and/or cosplayer can tell you that creating or cosplaying beloved characters while Black will lead to vitriol. From comments as supposedly "harmless" such as "oh thats the "Black version" of [character]" (instead of acknowledging that they are the character), to more overt antiblackness like "n***er [character]" and "[character] isn't Black!" with the intent to mock both the creator and the character in question. They suggest that the Blackness is an insult to the character, that it's not accurate. Far less normalized is anyone saying "white [character]" or "cracker [character]" about white people cosplaying nonwhite characters.

Virulent antiblack racism towards organizers and participants was amongst the main reasons that the organizers had to let go of hosting Blacktober.

We've had a blast with everyone these past 3 years watching fan art to original creations be born out of a passion for seeing ourselves in media. However, we, the organizers, are no longer able to keep going with this event, especially with the current state of social media. We've had to combat a lot both on the front lines and behind the scenes. Not just the organizers, but also those participating. This, along with time, was two of the few reasons why we've decided to sunset.

While Blacktober itself is unfortunately no longer an organized event, Black and Black biracial artists might still choose to draw something for the month under the #Blacktober tag.

No, this is not for nonblack creatives to participate in themselves. Not for you nor your Black OCs!

It's a shame that racism constantly seeks to destroy what Black people create, and that it's so common to steal, take credit for, and benefit from our work. But you can avoid being a part of that by supporting Black creatives in your space! I am sure they are there, if you put in the effort to look for them! Search the tag- you might find old AND new work! This also includes standing by them when they speak up on mistreatment within your communities. When you don't speak against antiblack racism, it means you tolerate its existence. And when you tolerate antiblackness, guess what it makes you? We can't say fandom is for everyone, and then not act to make it so. Let's do better.

Happy Blacktober!

[rainbow-wolf120]

You guys like my DW art? Cool.

DW OC BLAST!!!!

Meet Chippy and File (prounced "Phill")

Chippy was my first silly and File was from just a concept I thought was cool lol

It's not just info cards, but you can also buy them >:3

(File is a better Vee, and Chippy is an ideal griefer character </3)

Their bios and shop cards technically saw all you need to know, but I do have a relationship chart for them:

(Template made by my sibling <3)

No one likes them lmaoo, but at least Chippy is fun

Ig here's a more in-depth look of them if wanted:

Chippy steals EVERYTHING. She's kind of a menace to everyone he meets. She was created in the show to teach a lesson more specific than "bullying = bad," so they did "stealing = bad." Even with her "negative" purpose, she still proves that she could make real friendships like her and Gigi. Gigi's friends might not be too fond of their possessions disappearing after a hangout, but they tolerate her for Gigi. A lot of other Toons (like Teagan) think that she can help Chippy. It hasn't worked out so far and resulted in a tea set missing...

Nobody likes File. Or at least, like him for who he is. He's what people would call a "Stick in the mud" or "Vibekiller." He's very adamant on the "canon" and what's he believes is right. This gives him a very black and white view of the world. For example, he doesn't believe in character development, especially with Toons like Shrimpo. In his mind, Shrimpo is a bully and will always be a bully. His linear thinking drives many Toons away, but some stick around for answers. File didn't work with kids, but instead, the Toon Handlers and Arthur and Delilah. It's the reason why Dandy hasn't killed him or Rodger actually talks to him. In their minds, he's the closest thing to the "status quo."

[msbigredmachine]

Hoochie Daddy (Jey Uso/OC)

How many of these shorts does he have? And how quickly can she take them off him? Jey Uso/OC gym one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: I believe @southerngirl41​ is the reason for this title, lol. Let me know what you think!

All Jey gifs by @annoyedkayah2395

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The gym in the basement of Jey Uso’s house was something straight out of the Creed movies. The floor, walls, and ceilings were solid concrete, the old school decor contrasting with the state of the art equipment within its walls. The speaker system on the far wall blasted the late great DMX as you laid waste to the punching bag in the corner. The straining of your muscles and the aching of your joints felt good. It was helping a lot with clearing your head, given the rather stressful events of the past couple of months. 

Though not directly involved yourself, you had experienced the strife within the Bloodline through your boyfriend. From Sami’s betrayal at the Royal Rumble, to Roman’s rage, Jey boycotting the shows for weeks, the uncertainty coming to a head at Wrestlemania with the twins losing the Tag Team titles to Sami and Kevin. Hit hard by the defeat, Jey reacted by keeping his distance from the group once again. He avoided everyone’s phone calls, and you happily played gatekeeper, screening his calls and keeping the doors locked from all intruders. If Jey didn’t want to communicate with anyone, then so be it. You loved his family like they were your own, but his peace of mind always came first. Always.

Which is why you let him sleep in while you came down here to beat the shit out of this damn bag. He’d gone to bed early last night and you wanted sex, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to wake him up and disturb his rest. This morning, you had to physically stop yourself from mounting him and riding him well into the afternoon. He looked so good lying there next to you, butt naked with his new chest tattoo just begging for your oral attention. That man made you horny at a moment's notice and it would have been infuriating if you weren’t already completely in love with the way he made you feel. 

So, you decided an early morning exercise would help you out with your frustrations. You learned that working out brought you to a state of erotic readiness. There was a power and excitement about exerting your entire body that amplified your arousal. It also helped that you were dating a man that shared your philosophy. Exercise energized you and Jey. The changes you’d experienced sexually in the past year were testament to this. As a couple you had transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. Your relationship thrived as a result, and for the first time in years, you were happy.

"You’re stronger. But you gon’ hurt yourself if you don't relax your shoulders," a familiar gruff voice warned from the doorway of the gym.

You turned towards your boyfriend, locking eyes with him from across the room. You nodded at his barely clothed frame. “And you’re gonna have a yeast infection if you keep wearin’ them tight ass hoochie daddy shorts,” you shot back.

He burst into a chuckle as he glanced down at his yellow shorts, smiling that breathtaking smile of his. “You got jokes, huh?” he said, pushing off the door frame. As he approached you, his dark eyes raked over the light sprinkling of freckles over your beautiful face. He knew how many there were and could locate each one with his eyes closed. Your frizzy jet black hairstyle and crafted eyebrows made your eyes pop. And though they were hidden, he couldn’t help but drool over the outline of your nipple piercings through your thin, long sleeved Nike crop top.

You picked up your bottle of water. “How long have you been standing there watching me like a creep?” 

“Long enough. You know I can watch you all day, baby. You sexy as hell,” he winked, giving you a sweet kiss before swatting your backside. "How long you been in here?” 

"About an hour. Did some cardio first. I was horny and you were asleep.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I wanna fuck you now,” you pouted like a child, “Do you know how much willpower it took to not jump your bones this morning?” 

“I do. And I applaud your restraint. Usually, you can’t resist me,” he bragged.

“So damn arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo,” he chuckled. Adjusting the Snapback around his head, he moved to the free weight area of the room. You noticed him fiddling with his phone, and rolled your eyes when he placed it in a strategic vantage point. Another IG story in the works; another day of women coming online to comment and thirst over his beautiful body. Just great. 

You stared as he pulled himself over the high bar and back down in flawless repetitions. The transformation of his body over the last year was goals, and you were inspired. However, with said transformation came the sudden need to wear only the teeniest tightest outfits to the gym, and now he had these little shorts in every color imaginable; pink, green, yellow, black, literally the Power Ranger collection of bikini shorts, with the hem just a few inches below his backside and showing off the extensive leg tattoos and the fullness of the groin that belonged to you. The material bunched up in that area as he slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Sweat glistened on his body, coursing down his defined contours, and you felt an animalistic urge to go right up to him and lick off every drop...

“Like what you see, baby?” His deep voice interrupted your dirty thoughts. Forcing your gaze back up, you saw his smirk, expressing his amusement at the heat in your eyes.

“You know I do. I’ve lost all my concentration thanks to them little ass shorts.”

“Concentrate on something else, then,” he insisted, empowered by how flustered he made you.

“I can’t. That ass is calling my name,” you whined, “You got your Daddy’s booty, I’ve told you this before.”

Jey groaned audibly. “Girl, leave my Daddy outta this!”

The side of your lips quirked, showing off the tiny dimple in your cheek that drove Jey crazy. “But it’s true. Jimmy got Kish’s face, you got his ass.”

The former tag champ burst out laughing. His girl was as crazy as she was beautiful. “You are unbelievable.”

“I know, Daddy.”

Not Daddy. Damn. His gaze followed your ample backside as you walked away, and involuntarily, his tongue darted out over his lips. Forcing himself to refocus, he settled down on the weight bench and picked up the weights he set out to train with.

The two of you worked out in comfortable silence, shooting furtive glances when the other wasn't looking. As he laid back on the bench, you ogled his dick print, his grunts of exertion causing you to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together where you stood. Noting his attention was solely on the dumbbells, you sensed the opportunity passing you by. 

Fuck it. 

“Your video still on?” you asked, going over to him.

“No, why?”

You gave no answer, but proceeded to flop down directly onto his groin, smirking at his startled grunt. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head but you didn't care. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you started slowly, grinding your ass on his cock, feeling him harden almost instantly through the thin barrier of your clothing.

“What are you doing?” Jey demanded, scrambling to sit upright. You looked over your shoulder at him with a devilish grin, noticing the struggle in his eyes. 

“I told you…I want some dick...I want what’s mine,” you let him know, opening your legs a little wider to grind on him. With a steady roll of your hips, you moaned and whimpered at the feeling of the wetness pooling in your loins. You let his groans wash over you as you rocked you back and forth on him, bumping your ass against his abs repeatedly. 

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed.

“Yeah, Daddy, you like that?" you taunted him, looking back at him as you rode him reverse cowgirl. "Come out here looking like that and expect me not to jump you, huh?"

Jey did not know where to put his hands. You had him all discombobulated from your little ambush. He settled for the curls of your hair, tugging your head to the side to allow his lips and tongue attack your sweaty neck. This motivated you to arch your back and roll your ass more harshly, his hand in your hair making you look back at it. You knew how good you were making him feel as he shifted multiple times to make your ass stroke his dick through his shorts. His hungry eyes watched you dry hump the shit out of him, his eyebrows pinched together in total arousal. 

“Aww fuck, keep goin’,” he moaned, grabbing your gyrating backside, purposely flexing his thigh muscles to give you more friction. His husky praise encouraged you to pick up the pace. Your hips rolled diligently, your hands braced on his knees for leverage, thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling from his mouth. It was sweaty, it was hot, and from the way your pussy rippled, it was about to get even hotter.

Then, from out of nowhere, you stopped and stood up.

“And that’s my workout done for the day,” you announced, stepping away from him.

Jey could not keep his jaw from dropping in shock. “The fuck? Babe!” he exclaimed with wide eyes.

You casually adjusted your clothes and ignored the prominent tent in his shorts. “Yep. Pelvic thrusts. Great for mobility,” you explained, fighting the urge to laugh. He looked so frustrated, it was hilarious.

The Samoan squared his shoulders and glared at you. “Damn dick tease. I’ma get you for that, ya hear me?” he threatened.

“I hope so.” For a long moment, you regarded him, talking to him without saying a word. You were checking on him, hoping he was okay. Jey’s expression softened in understanding, and he grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to your inner wrist. The feeling of his mouth gently pressed to your skin made your stomach clench with a sweet mix of affection and need.

“See you upstairs, baby. I’ll be right up, a’ight?” he prodded gently, his eyes shining with gratitude. 

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go, before I bend your fine ass over my lap.” He burst out laughing as your eyes lit up at the prospect. “Go!”

“Fine.” Blowing him a kiss, you left the room before he could change his mind and carry out his dastardly threat. Like he did a couple of weeks ago, when he locked you inside the laundry room and proceeded to fuck you for an hour. In eight different positions. All while getting the laundry done. Good Lord. Could you do that again, actually?

Buying a jetted jacuzzi tub big enough for two, was one of the best decisions you and Jey had ever made, expense be damned. It was one of your favorite things about the whole house, your place of Zen and tranquility after a long day. You ensured the water was adequately seasoned with Epsom salts and eucalyptus mints among others. Turning off the hot water, you stripped off, tucked your hair into a shower cap, and lowered yourself carefully into the tub. You leaned back and closed your eyes with a deep sigh, allowing the quiet to take over the ambience. You could feel your pores opening instantly, absorbing the mint and the steam, making you feel much more relaxed.

The sound of shoes being noisily kicked off forced your eyes open, landing on the handsome Samoan culprit grinning cheekily at you.

“That looks nice,” he commented.

“It feels amazing,” you concurred, crooking your finger at him. "C'mere, Daddy. Come join me."

Like he would ever turn down such an offer. He peeled off the t-shirt that stuck to his sweaty skin, followed by his so-called hoochie daddy shorts. He blushed at the way your eyes glossed over with desire as they raked over his body. He would never stop enjoying the way you looked at him. He descended into the tub on the opposite side, allowing his legs to entwine with yours underneath the water. Once he was seated, he exhaled loudly, leaning back and closing his eyes like you did.

“Your mind’s a mile away from here,” you spoke up after a few minutes of observing him in silence. “Come back to me, baby. Talk to me.”

Jey turned his head toward the window, staring dully at the bright sky outside. When he spoke, the pain in his voice hurt your soul. 

“Tell me how I let all of this shit happen,” he whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing, man. Staying in the Bloodline to protect Jimmy. I thought I had everything under control. Until I got in that ring on Saturday night. It shoulda been just another match for me. But one look at Sami and all I saw was red. I let my emotions get the best of me. Now we’ve lost the fucking titles.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “The crazy part is, I believe Sami. I know he’s right about everything. Everything he warned me about is happenin’ now. Baby I just don’t know what to do.”

He looked over at you, and your heartstrings tugged at the helplessness you saw in his eyes, something you realized you’d been seeing too often lately. It was taking a toll on the usually confident, self-assured man you knew and loved. It was no secret that your boyfriend was under the Tribal Chief’s thumb, with no true will of his own. You had your own opinions on everything that was happening and you had told Jey that much, but it was ultimately up to him to do what he needed to do. 

Pushing away from your end of the tub, you waded in between his spread legs, resting your back against his chest. You always seemed to fit so perfectly against him. His arms instantly came around you, feeding off your warmth, your aura, your quiet strength that he so desperately needed.

“You’re not happy, Jey,” you assessed. “I wish you didn’t second-guess yourself so much, because your instincts are almost always right. You need to act on them again. I want you to do what’s best for you. Nobody else. Not Sami, not your brothers, not your cousin…not even me. Look out for Jey Uso this time. Just this once. And as always, whatever you decide, I got your back one hundred percent.”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel him absorbing your advice, letting your words swirl around in his head. You only hoped this meant that his misery would come to an end sooner rather than later. Exhaling heavily, he reclined again, stretching one arm across the top of the tub’s ceramic surface and holding onto you with the other.

“After this shit is over, I owe you a vacation,” he spoke. “Just you and me, far away from here.”

“Ooh, yes I’m down for that,” you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. I definitely owe you a ring, too.”

“A ring?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then it hit you. Your head angled up to meet his eyes. “Mr. Ucey Jucey, are you proposing to me?”

Jey shrugged. “I told you I’ma marry you one day, lil’ mama. I ain’t changed my mind,” he said.

“You sure you’re ready for my craziness on a full-time basis?”

“That’s what I love about you the most, baby. I ain’t letting nobody else have you, that’s for damn sure.”

“Hmm. So you’re possessive,” you interrogated.

“I just know a good thing when I see it,” he stated, gazing deep into your eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I ain’t letting it go, not even with my last breath.”

“And I’m not letting you go either,” you smiled, leaning into him, “You’re all mine, my big bad hoochie daddy.”

“Stop,” he warned, licking his lips.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me that.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Make me.”

Jey's amused expression instantly became serious, and he swallowed hard as his eyes dilated. It was always a thrill for you, challenging his control, anticipating what he would do to you afterwards. Just as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his right hand glide slowly down your body.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your words dissolving into a gasp when he squeezed your right breast.

“Finishing what you started.”

Your breath hitched when his hand continued its journey down south and slipped between your thighs. Instinctively you opened them, letting him play with your pussy using the tips of his long fingers. "Oh fuck," you gasped, your head tilting back when they breached your folds, going in deep. Licking your lips, you moaned and then grunted as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. “Oh god, Jey, yes…”

His lips swept the length of your neck, your little moans music to his ears. "You like that, mama? Like my fingers deep in you?"

You tried to respond, but the words evaporated as he dug deeper into your pussy. You spread your legs wider in the water, letting him work you at the pace he wanted. His mouth suckled your throat, and a blissful sigh sang from inside your heaving chest, your body awash with heat as his fingers probed you. 

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, say my name, baby.”

It was as though he’d cast a spell on you, the urgency with which you needed him inside you, on you, all over you. Holding the back of your head steady with his other hand, he leaned down and covered your lips with his. Your fingers raked through the wetness of his mullet fade, moving your lips greedily against his as he sped up the movements of his fingers. 

“Mmm, these lips were made for kissing me,” he murmured dreamily, and his soft words turned you to mush. Your mouth remained on his even as you rotated your body, unwilling to release him for even the few seconds it took to turn around. You climbed onto his lap and sat on him. His hands immediately sought the curve of your ass, squeezing in large handfuls. Your pierced, erect nipples pressed against his chest, delightfully rising and sinking like two round buoys in the sea. His groin felt hot against yours, just like it did in the gym. As he guided you down his length, you quickly grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from slipping. You both gasped from the familiar joy of your bodies joining, with every inch of Jey’s thick length sliding all the way inside you.

Jey didn't think he had ever felt you so tight, yet so slick and easy to penetrate. He watched you closely as you rocked your hips slowly, carefully, making sure you had all of him. You lifted your knees and wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels pressing against his lower back and prompting Jey to sit up and hug you tight. The tilt of his cock as you rolled your hips forward brought out another groan from you both. You rode him at a variety of paces, watching the pleasure wash over his face with each change. He lifted one hand to toy with your nipple, his palm squeezing your breast as you moaned in response. You paused for a second to adjust yourself on top of him, then switched up your movements, rising and falling, your pussy gripping his length tightly with every drop and dragging a hiss from his lips. You rode him good, rode him hard, your wanton gasps of pleasure echoing around the bathroom. Jey’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he kneaded and massaged your ass, then gripping hard as he took control, working you on his dick. 

“Fuck, yes, yes!” you groaned into his neck as he steered you on his pole, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he grinded you onto him, increasing the stimulation on your clit. Then, he was lifting you up and down, bouncing you with a desperation that turned you on even more. Words failed you at this point, reduced to a panting, moaning mess. You were dizzy from pleasure, almost at the edge of release. The water splashing around you went ignored in the throes of passion, with him growling against your throat as you whimpered in his arms.

Jey’s grip on your waist was vice-like as he bounced you harder, chasing his own release. It felt like you were cracking in two from the scorching heat you and Jey had created. You didn’t try to tamp down your moans as you came. It was sweet and ferocious and ravaging all at once, ushering Jey himself past the point of control as he spurted generously inside you. His deep, raspy groan broke you all over again, and you let the ripples plunge you into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer force of his. When it was over, you were both spent and trembling in the water, breathing raggedly, clinging to each other for dear life. Jey dropped a kiss to your forehead and then your nose, the gesture warm and tender.

“Damn, Daddy,” you moaned, earning a proud grin from him.

"Ay, you wanted dick, you got it. You're welcome," he said matter-of-factly, carefully lifting you off his cock and helping you out of the water.

“So arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo.”

After draining the tub, the two of you made your way into the shower for a proper cleansing. You ended up in there for much longer than usual thanks to your make-out session beneath the cascading water while soaping each other up. There was something so sexy about him pinning you to the wall as you kissed, your wet bodies pressed together, the little sensual noises of pleasure you both made while he gripped and massaged your ass cheeks. As you left the shower, he maneuvered you towards the sink, facing the mirror. You hissed softly as the cold surface contrasted erotically with the heat of your man's body on your back, and you braced your hands on the bathroom countertop. He started kissing your neck, his hand shifting upwards so he could caress your breasts. You watched him in the mirror, your pussy moistening further at the sexy sight.

As he continued to nuzzle your throat, you flexed your spine, pressing your ass into his groin, and was rewarded by the sharp breath he sucked in. Relieving you of your shower cap, he swept your curly hair into his fist and pressed another kiss to your throat, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“I love the way you look at me, like you want me,” he whispered.

“I do want you. I want you every day of my life. I’ll always want you, Jey,” you vowed. The look he gave you in response was so purely masculine, so primal, visibly turned on by your declaration.

"That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he instructed, kissing your cheek, “Let me show you what I see every time we fuck."

Swallowing hard, you watched his head drop, and gasped as his fingers slipped unexpectedly between your legs, gathering your juices. You could hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick, and you longed to turn around and look, to watch him spread your essence all over himself. His husky groan as he lined his dick up with your entrance made your pussy flutter. Catching your eye in the mirror, he smirked at your impatient expression and smacked your backside for your troubles.

"Don’t worry, you gon’ get every inch, baby, all of it, it’s yours," he promised. With no further preamble, he bent you over, used your hips to pull you up onto your tiptoes, and entered you from behind. Your sharp gasp filled the bathroom as your walls stretched to accommodate his length and girth, your body almost doubling over in the process. His eyes remained on yours through the mirror as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, reveling in the pleasure washing over your features. 

A string of moans left your lips as his cock speared you over and over, his tattooed arm around your waist to hold you steady. Your breasts jutted forward as your spine arched back, both of you transfixed by the reflection in the mirror, both of you extremely turned on, panting with the sheer eroticism of watching yourselves have sex.

"Baby, you feel so good," you groaned, bending over slightly as he thrust deeper into you. His long fingers threaded through your hair, and he used it to roughly pull you back up, almost to a standing position. Both of you were panting, moaning, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the sounds of your flesh pounding together ringing in your ears.

Dropping a wet kiss to your neck, he growled in your ear as he stared you down through the mirror. "Look at us, baby. Look how fucking good we look together."

You did look good, especially with him inside you. Together, your joined reflection looked good. You were an amazing pair, you and the man of your wildest dreams. You spread your legs further and rocked onto the balls of your feet, bringing him deeper into you, your breasts bouncing in time to his fierce thrusts, his hand still in your hair to hold you in place. He was insatiable for you, and you for him. 

"Shit, baby, your pussy is so good. You’re takin’ Daddy’s dick so well," he rasped.

His glassy eyes and barely contained groans told you he was close to coming. A naughty idea came to your mind, and you brought your hand down to touch yourself, moaning when your fingers slipped easily over the slick wetness you found there. Jey's eyes darkened in the mirror as he watched you, his hand in your hair tightening reflexively as you started stroking rapidly, right over where his dick made that sweet connection with your pussy.

Being the showman that he was, Jey loved himself a good show. And you found that you quite liked putting on a show for your man.

You could feel your body start to heat up, your swollen clit protruding against your fingers at the same time he deep-stroked your wetness. As you watched him in the mirror, you could see and feel the tension building inside him, matching yours, your naked bodies starting to tremble from the climbing pleasure. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whined. Those four words seemed to set him off. His movements became wilder, rougher, mounting to a rising crescendo. He had you literally on the tips of your toes, at the very edge of euphoria, finally falling over when his teeth sank into your shoulder.

“Jey!”

You exploded. Releasing one more time all over his dick. Jey was right behind you, pumping hard inside you once, twice, and groaning into your shoulder as he came. His body shuddered against yours, your orgasms seemingly pulsing through both of you together. Gripping your hips tight, he moaned again, rolling his pelvis against your thick, juicy backside to drain every drop of his cum into your warm, intoxicating pussy. You purred softly with satisfaction and rested your head on his shoulder, letting him envelop you in those strong arms of his as your bodies calmed down.

Jey slowly pulled out of you, his eyes flickering to your stance; naked, bent over with your legs splayed, with his seed trickling down your inner thighs. So fucking hot. He turned you back to him, a small smile on his face when you tiptoed up to kiss his lips and play with his hair.

“So…what else are we doin’ today?” he asked you.

“We might need another shower,” you giggled, rubbing his back, “Also, I want you to make me breakfast wearing one of them tiny shorts,” you added. “You’re gonna wear them all day and nothing else.”

“That what you want, baby?”

“Yeah, and for me and my eyes only. No videos,” you quickly added the caveat.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, laughing when you smacked his arm.

“I said what I said. I think your beloved IG fangirls have seen enough for today,” you pouted.

He chuckled at your little riot act and pecked your pouty lips. “Fine. Anything for you, pretty girl.”

“Thanks, Hoochie Daddy. Love you.”

Jey could only sigh and shake his head with a big smile. He wouldn’t have your cheeky self any other way. “Love you, too, lil’ mama.”

THE END.

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I’m on a roll with Jey rn. But I’ll 100% go back to my Tribal Chief soon. This one didn’t have too much drama, but I hope you liked it, still.

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Call Of Duty OC: Tama Koa Nikau 🇳🇿

A Māori man who is a Chief Master Sergeant and a pilot in the Royal New Zealand Air Force. Just want to continue on his father’s legacy of joining the military. He is the Great-Grandson of the man that everyone has heard many stories of. The leader of the Kōkako group and an ally of the Warriors Task Force. Being their Pilot man for the job.

GENERAL: 

🇳🇿 Name: Tama Koa Nikau 🇳🇿 Alias(es): 

Tama

Koa

Nikau

Chief Master Sergeant Nikau

Chief Master Sergeant Koa

Pilot Man (Kanoa nicknaming him for fun)

🇳🇿 Gender: Male 🇳🇿 Age: 40 (MW3) 🇳🇿 Birthday: July 28th, 1984 🇳🇿 Nationality: New Zealander 🇳🇿 Place of Birth: Queenstown, New Zealand 🇳🇿 Home: Queenstown, New Zealand 🇳🇿 Spoken Languages: Māori (conversational), English (main) 🇳🇿 Sexuality: Heterosexual 🇳🇿 Occupation:

Chief Master Sergeant of the Royal New Zealand Air Force

Leader and Founder of the Kōkako group

Pilot for the Warriors Task Force

APPEARANCE:

🇳🇿 Eye Color: Dark Brown 🇳🇿 Hair Color: Black 🇳🇿 Height: 6’4”/193 cm 🇳🇿 Scars: 

Wounds: No wounds

Scars: Scars on his right palm (trying to block the knife stabbing from an enemy during the “Red Tide Operation”), scar on his neck right across.

🇳🇿 Face Claim: Te Kohe Tuhaka

Affiliation:

Warriors Task Force:

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi

- Sergeant Nigel “Squirrel” Harrison

- CIA Officer Iowana Naituku

FAVORITES:

🇳🇿 Color: Yellow 🇳🇿 Food: Steam Pudding and Kūmara 🇳🇿 Drink: Māori Punch Cocktail 🇳🇿 Flower: None 🇳🇿 Hairstyle: Has a short hair so don’t know what style for this man.

PERSONALITY:

🇳🇿 Myers Briggs Type: ISTP Tama is the kind of guy who only focus in the present and the future instead of focusing from the past. Except he kept some of his past to remind him of what to fix in the future. A smart and crafty guy. Has his own ways of fixing things. Just like his Great-Grandfather.

🇳🇿 Crafty: He is very crafty that he could fixed anything in his own ways instead of following instructions. Step by step. Unless he needed to follow the instructions.

🇳🇿 Punctilious: Always focus on details even the smallest ones. Like a robot scanning things as they made sure to get every detail they see. That’s how he is very good at his job of being a mechanic for planes, jets, cars, jeeps, etc.

🇳🇿 Helpful: Tama always help others. Including helping out his old friend of his from the WTF. Whenever he gets a call from them, he will leave immediately and assist as much as he can.

🇳🇿 Protective: This man has his great-grandfather’s protective nature. Always making sure that his loved ones and friends are not being harmed by others. And if he does see them being in trouble with the other bad people. He would step in immediately and ask them nicely to leave. He can only give you a ONE time warning.

NEGATIVE:

🇳🇿 Commitment Issues: He always feels nervous when it comes to dating with women. It’s not like he doesn’t LIKE them. It’s just that he doesn't have the ability to impress them. Of course, he has the looks that most women ADORED but when it comes to communicating while on a date? He can’t seem to be holding himself together. So every date he went, it didn’t last long.

🇳🇿 Overworked: Got that staying-up late habit from his Great-Grandfather. Tama is too determined to let this work slide until it’s finished. So he went to finish it. Either paperworks to be written or filed away, even finishing fixing the vehicles. He will stay until everything is done. Which causes him to lose some sleep.

Skills and Abilities:

🇳🇿 Fighting Style: Māori martial arts, Asian martial arts and Boxing

🇳🇿 Weapons: LMT 308 MWS and Benelli M3

🇳🇿 Distinct Weapon: M7 bayonet, Glock 17 Gen 4 and Machete

🇳🇿 Special Skills:

Strength: Tama is a strong man (Got it from his father, his grandfather and his great-grandfather). He can lift up maybe 300 pounds. Since he has been working out lately and even fixing the engines while at it.

Mechanical Engineer: This man has MANY experience of any vehicle. Thanks to his Uncle and his Grandfather’s help of learning about vehicles. He gets to learn more about other machinery.

Efficient: You want the job done quickly. Then Tama is your man. He always gets his work done faster since he knows he has other things to do. So he wanted to get the first task done as soon as possible before heading onto another task. Don’t worry, he’s careful while rushing.

Family:

Koa Nikau (Great-Grandfather, Alive)

Aroha Arehe Nikau (Great-Grandmother, Alive)

Kai Nikau (Grandfather, Alive)

Unnamed Grandmother (Grandmother, Deceased)

Ari Nikau (Granduncle, Alive)

Unnamed Grandaunt (Grandaunt, Alive)

Unnamed Father (Father, Alive)

Unnamed Mother (Mother, Divorce, Alive)

Unnamed Uncle (Uncle, Alive)

Unnamed Aunt (Aunt, Alive)

Maia Aroha Nikau (Cousin, Unnamed Uncle’s daughter, Alive)

Akiro Nikau (Cousin, Unnamed Uncle’s son, Alive)

Pets:

None

TRIVIA:

🇳🇿 Tama is the only child in his family.

🇳🇿 His mother left him and his father after he was born.

🇳🇿 When Tama was young. He usually gets bullied a lot because of him being nervous with others. And most of them saw him as weak. But not being weak when it comes to someone hurting the people that he CARED for. He would rather get bullied than letting his loved ones get bullied.

🇳🇿 When he was in high school. His main focus was studying mechanical engineering. And that’s what he did in military school.

🇳🇿 He use to visit his Great-Grandfather when he was little as he enjoy hearing stories about his military days.

🇳🇿 Tama is the leader of his own group called the Kōkako. For the Security Forces unit.

Background Story:

On July 28th, 1984. Tama was born. Born in the home of New Zealand. In Queenstown. He was a very healthy baby boy and it gives the father great joy to see him. Until his mother had already left them after getting out of the hospital. Don’t know why. But his family had always supported his father as they helped raise Tama. Including mostly his Great-Grandfather. Retired from the Army, he decided to have Tama in his home while his father is out to work. He enjoyed the old man’s company.

In the 1990, Tama was 6-years-old in elementary school. A kid who hardly communicates with others. He’s a shy boy when he’s in class. Hardly speaks up when the teacher asks him some questions. Which really affected his performance grades sometimes. Most of the kids picked on him for being like that and it really hurts him but he stays strong. Always remembers his great-grandfather’s words for it. Until later in the same year, on October 28th. Tama had received news from his father that his Aunty had given birth to a new born baby. He never felt so excited instead of being nervous. So he went with his father and his grandfather to meet the new member of the family. And it seems like they were the first one to see the baby. When he followed his father while holding his hand, his Aunt asked for him to come closer. So the father lifted Tama up as he’s been carried to get a good look at the baby. And there she was, all bundle up in a small blanket while being held into his aunty’s arm. He smiled widely to see his baby cousin and had promised himself that he’ll protect her at all cost.

8 years later on December 15th, when Tama was 14-years-old. He was on his way to pick up Maia (Tama’s 8-years-old cousin) from Elementary. Since it wasn’t so far away from his high school. And as he entered the gates, he noticed that some older kids were picking on Maia. An eighth grader. And she was upset when they were tossing her bag around as she demanded to have it back. Which one of them was “handing” the bag over by throwing it on her face. And she fell down before crying. It had already triggered Tama when he witnessed them and started to yell at them. Scaring them off as they ran away. Tama suddenly realized his anger so quickly. But he ignored it and ran over to his cousin and carried her home. Calming her with his soothing voice. As soon as he got to Maia’s house, he noticed that his father was there. Looking confused as his father saw them and ran over to them before saying that his Uncle and Aunty went to the hospital for another baby. This had really shocked both Tama and Maia. So they both quickly ran into the car as the father started to drive off. To meet ANOTHER new member of the family. Holding Maia’s hand while walking into the hospital. And soon, they both saw some family members were there. As they made way for them. Tama was still carrying Maia for her to get a better view to look at her new born baby brother. The parents had named him Akiro. And Tama had made his promise to protect him as well with Maia.

When Tama turned 16-years-old on his birthday, he had received a book about mechanical engineering. Which he knows it was from his Great-Grandfather. He loves it. So he promised that he’ll make them proud of joining the AirForce! He’s also interested in flying in one of those aircrafts and wanted to ride it one day. Which his Great-Grandfather doesn’t mind. As long as he does whatever that he loves to do the most. So Tama had to work and study hard. Along with Maia who is also interested in flying one of the aircrafts. The Jet specifically. Tama understands his little cousin wanting to be just like her mom. So he helped her to study.

By the age of 18-years-old. After graduating from High School. Tama was planning on taking college to take the mechanic career first. Which is a bit far away from his hometown. His family are okay with it but not really good news for Maia (who is 12-years-old). She was upset about it but Tama had made a promise that he’ll come back and visit. Maia had given in and trusted her cousin’s words for it.

This man wanted to learn EVERYTHING about machines and vehicles. So he will be familiar with any machinery that he sees and will fix it with no problem. So after 4 years of studying. He had finally graduated with a bachelor degree and started to sign up for the AirForce. And started his training of becoming a mechanic AND a pilot for the Air Force. He was 21-years-old when he joined in.

When Tama turned 25-years-old in 2009. He got a birthday surprise from seeing his little cousin, Maia who is 18-years-old, had come in to join the AirForce. You could imagine his bright smile to see her again and felt very proud of her coming this far while he’s gone. So then, these two had worked together to become the best soldier and pilot that this AirForce would ever lay their eyes on. Tama was a Technical Sergeant at that time while Maia was an Airman.

In 2011, when Tama was promoted to be a Senior Master Sergeant. He had decided to create his own team for the New Zealand Defence Force. Since he believed that these soldiers that he had trained for are more capable than anyone would even realize for the Air Force. So asking permission to create a team. He had named this team “Kōkako Air Defense Team” (KADT). The Air Force Defense Team who will always be there to do air support. He even was hoping for Maia to join in but she had other plans. He understands and lets her do her own thing but will always be there for her if she needs it. He was 27-years-old when he created this team.

In 2017, Tama was in the Hawaiian Base of the Marine Corps. Asking for his training and teaching about his team of being in the Defense Team. That was the time when he first met Kanoa. Seeing his great personality and charms. He was quite inspired by him though. And seeing him off going on an important mission before coming back looking so broken. Tama was concerned for Kanoa, seeing him so depressed and anxious before finding out that he had lost his sister from that mission. Hearing that she had been kidnapped by the Cartel. So he decided to stay behind and let his team go back to New Zealand while he helped Kanoa to find her. It took them 5 months of searching for her and they have found an intel about her location. Tama had assisted Kanoa and the team that he had picked for air support. And battle against the Cartel to get the sister and the rest of the victims in there. They have finally found her and Tama had ridden the chopper back to the Hawaii Marine Corps base. He stayed another few months just to help Kanoa out for a bit until he was offered to join a team that this man had made. A Warriors Task Force team. Tama gladly accepted to join in with him. And told him if he needed anything, he would be there in a flash. And departed ways. He was a Chief Master Sergeant of the Air Force and still is.

While the rest of it is history. As Tama had continued helping the WTF whenever they needed him. And he hoped that he had made his family proud.

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Hello! Welcome to my blog! ✨️

You can call me Achs! You pronounce Achs as Aw-ch.💪💯

My pronouns are she/her/hers//it/it's, and I'm Demipansexual!

On this blog, you will see my art/ my oc (Alanza) and other characters. You will also see some memes, music (bands, and stuff), and my bearded dragon piccaso!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

my art will have blo0d, scars, and other content that may be uncomfortable for some.

ALSO, I AM A MINOR!!!⛏️⛏️⛏️

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That's about it...😪

The rest is just things I like! And things about me!

📺shows i watch:

Young sheldon, Evil lives here, mha, Sxf, Demon slayer, Komi can't communicate, Ghost, ghost adventures, fear thy neighbor, married to evil, see no evil, Monsters: Eric and Lyle Mendez story, and Avatar the last airbender.

🎬Movies I like:

Nightmare before christmas, blended, the silent voice, the sixth scene ,the quiet place, imaginary, the longest yard, over the hedge, surfs up,happy Gilmore, Ragnorok, Evan hansen, Guardians the Galaxy vol.2, shark tale, and deadpool (1,2 and 3)

📚Books I'm reading/ have read.

Obsessed, the collected, American murder houses, the girl in the locked room, the ghost in the head lights, Percy jackson: the lighting theif, and Percy jackson: the sea of monsters.

🎨Artist I listen to:

Pierce the veil, Korn, TV girl, insane clown posse, odetari, 6arelyhuman, queen, panic! at the disco, sir mix-a-lot, eminem, kesha, mitski, queen, marina and the diamonds, Alec Benjamin, doja cat, miracle musical, fall out boy, mother mother, Bruno Mars, Tally Hall, kendrick Lamar, And Tyler the creator.

🎮Video games I play (mobile and console):

Amoug the sleep, hello neighbor, goat simulater, untitled goose game, roblox, cube escape, block blast, story teller, Fnaf, sims 4, little miss fortcreepy tails, and organizer.

Facts about muah <3

I speak 2 languages! Spanish and English, and I'm trying to learn German and hungarian because that's what I am!

I do dance! I just left my dance class and I'm trying to find a new one!

I have 4 awards! 3 art awards and 1 government award for being a good student!

I have eplipsy and anhidrosis! Anhidrosis means I can't sweat!

I'm a big-time collector! I collect rubber ducks, funko pops, stickers, stuffed animals, crystals, and glass bottle caps.

I'm allergic to 3 things! Kiwis, amoxicillin and fake jewelry

ALSO, IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS ABOUT ANY OF THIS STUFF YOU CAN ASK.

My radom favorite things!

Favorite place : the beach

Favorite food : sushi

Favorite song: pass the nirvana- pierce the veil

Favorite sport team: sandiago padres- baseball

Favorite yt: Duncanyounot and funkyfrogbait

What my # means!

#help... he is attacking me... :THIS IS MEANT FOR MY BEARDED DRAGON°°

#Asks ✨️<3: when someone asks me stuff

#hi anon:): when an anon asks me something

#in the clurb we all fam: This is meant for when me, spencerisdead, and rafrfr hang out!

SHIPS I GO FOR 💪💯

Izuocha , kirimina , todomomo , bakucamie , tokotsuyu , Erasermic , twiyor, damianya , shouko X Shoya , kamijirou , ojitoru , katarang , Alberta X Peter , Thor X flower , and probably more i can't think of 😅

Also, go check out my mutruals!

@rafrfr @leviathan-winters @generalallxsanjishipper @innercupcakehottub-blog @scobunny @myausofia @lastnightstoryart @sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast @boonjur

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Lol, knew you'd ask for it

So first we have the redesign of UDU N;

First order of business, I changed up the coat pattern COMPLETELY. I felt as if for somebody who is not only the son of The Prophet Of Truths but also a full blue blood royal, her design was so BORING

So I added golden rimming, simply because gold is associated with royalty and, well, Ghetsis' reshiram IS shiny (who has a custom sprite that I made btw). An inner coat pattern of squares simply to add that sorta mathy look to it, I also made it closed so the coat would resemble canon N's normal white overshirt

And the symbols. I didn't want to just give her the normal plasma symbol, as this team plasma is different from the canon plasma. So I made it the symbol of the tcg pack "Plasma Blast." The symbol resembles the stones and the set itself holds a very special card of a Pokemon UDU N has specifically; A full art of Genesect decked out in Plasma Plasma insignias. Her Genesect's name is Genesis btw and he's a good boy

Now for Ghetsis;

Originally I went into this fully blind, no idea what I wanted in regards to professor wear, but then I had an epiphany. Who says I have to put him in an actual lab coat??? Then I went bonkers from there.

White clothing, as the castle itself is entirely white and again, reshiram, who's stated to be very important to Ghetsis' character. A corset with a tailcoat to give him a more fancy feeling, same with the ruffles on his cuffs.

A shoulder coat designed after his signature eye patterning and colours which come together with a clerical collar, something to give him more of a religious feel to him because, again, that's important to his character. The eye patch because that's important simply because his babies made that for him and he loves it (also yes hi lil N I didn't forget about you)

Here's another with me sorta getting used to drawing him along with a better view of the outfit (ignore the latches not being there on the corset I forgot to colour them 😭);

The post BW2 sketch to the side is because in regards to the Au. Back then Harmonians would cut off their long hair during war to symbolise and show their strength and commitment, as it was customary that Harmonians would grow their hair out to symbolise nobility and youth

Ghetsis' family never upheld this tradition obviously, but during bw2 when Juniper and co kidnapped N he saw it as a direct attack and threat to himself, the kingdom, and his children. So he chopped off all his hair in return, it upsets N everytime they look at it because it serves as a constant reminder of what happened and they feel guilty he did that for her

Now here's a pretty big thing that applies to all art even outside of au art that you may have noticed; the butterflies.

The butterflies serve as my signature in a way, all of my OC and AU art has them, however that does not mean they're meaningless as they do hold some subtle symbolism and character meaning

There are three different kinds of butterflies; White and Blue, Red and Black, and Grey. Each other these symbolises the inner character of my Ocs and AU characters. The white and blue ones symbolise a good character with good intentions. Black and red symbolises a bad character with bad intentions. Feet symbolises a grey character that lies inbetween, it's hard to gauge them because they do/did both shitty and wonderful things

I'll send the fanfic in another ask straight after this one as to not clutter this ask up even more lol

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YESSSS I LOVE THESE. THESE DESIGNS ARE SO GOOD IM BITING YOU IM

n is ADORABLE i love how you do the hair. also hello tcg mention 🔥 🔥 i think you did a very good job making her both regal and professor like. win

AND BABY N IS SO CUTE GODDD . with his dad 🥺.. and damn peepaw is kinda fine. sorry everyone. i think the shoulder coat + corset + tail eats. it's so unfair. and this is a minor detail but i do love the different colored shadows behind them it makes ghetsis look very imposing

i love the idea with the hair too... make him go even shorter. bald him /j ghetsis with shorter hair does get me kinda weak though. like that pic i did of him and cordelia. fuck my baka life i think he's so cute there

I DID NOTICE THE BUTTERFLIES i just sorta assumed they were space filling doodles bc same. but knowing that there's symbolism is so cool

fuck you. adds udu to the n verse /lh

low effort doodle because i wanted to do smth but im tiret. bn doesn't even have the energy to be a dick to udu n he's got too much on his plate at this point

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chapter 5

busy woman - art donaldson x fem!oc

faceclaim mikey madison as emma zweig

warnings no tashi duncan; nsfw +18; my first story; a little of patrick x art but it’s not reciprocated

summary emma zweig always got what she wanted—except for art Donaldson, the one person her brother, patrick, had forbidden her from pursuing. that only made him more intriguing. but emma always get what she wants.

2004

mark rebellato tennis academy

patrick zweig

art and i decided to go to a party that was being thrown deep in the woods, far from the academy. it was friday, and we’d had a long, grueling week—early morning drills, late-night conditioning, and matches that left our muscles aching. we needed a break. something different.

the drive there was reckless in the way all teenage boys drove when they thought they were invincible. art had his window down, one arm resting casually along the frame, the wind ruffling his hair. the music was blasting, some indie rock band he was into that i didn't care enough to remember the name of. he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, humming along while i checked my phone.

emma had texted me earlier, asking if i was still alive. i rolled my eyes and responded with a middle finger emoji before locking my screen.

“reckon this party’s even gonna be good?” art asked, glancing at me.

“it’s booze and people who don’t have to wake up at 5 am tomorrow. good enough.”

he snorted. “fair point.”

the road was dark, barely lit by the headlights, and by the time we arrived, the place was already packed. cars were haphazardly parked along the dirt road, music pulsing from somewhere deeper in the trees. there were people everywhere—on the hoods of their cars, laughing in groups, some already stumbling from whatever they’d been drinking. the air smelled like pine and smoke.

we stepped out, and almost immediately, someone shoved a beer into my hand. art grabbed one too, cracking it open and taking a long sip.

“let’s find the fun,” he muttered, already scanning the crowd.

we drank. we smoked. we danced, or something close to it. i wasn’t much of a dancer, but alcohol made me care a lot less. at some point, art had disappeared into a conversation with a girl i barely recognized, so i found myself leaning against a tree, watching the fire crackle in the center of the clearing. the heat licked at my skin, the flames making everyone’s faces glow.

then someone called out, “truth or dare!” and suddenly, we were all getting pulled into a circle.

art appeared again, beer still in hand, eyes a little unfocused but amused. he nudged me with his knee as he sat beside me.

“this should be interesting,” he murmured.

the game started off as expected—stupid dares, harmless secrets. a guy was dared to take a shot of hot sauce. someone else had to take off their shirt. it was typical, mindless fun. then, after a few more rounds, it was my turn.

“patrick, truth or dare?”

i scoffed. “dare, obviously.”

the girl who had asked grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. “kiss the person on your left.”

i barely had time to process what she said before my brain registered who was sitting there.

art.

he went rigid beside me, his smirk vanishing.

“oh, come on,” someone whined. “rules are rules.”

i turned to look at him, already laughing. “what, scared?”

he huffed, shifting awkwardly. “it’s just fucking dumb.”

“then do it and move on,” i teased, raising an eyebrow.

art exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath before leaning in. it was barely a kiss—just a quick press of his lips against mine, chaste and fleeting, but it still sent a ripple of surprise through me. he pulled away fast, shaking his head like he was shaking off a bad idea, reaching immediately for his beer.

the group whooped, someone whistled, and just like that, the game moved on.

art didn’t look at me. i didn’t know why that irritated me.

the bottle spun again. this time, it landed on art.

“truth or dare?”

he hesitated, then sighed. “truth.”

“lame,” someone mumbled.

the girl smirked. “alright. tell us a secret.”

art took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on the fire. his jaw tightened slightly, and for a second, i thought he’d refuse. but then he said, voice calm but deliberate—

“i like emma zweig.”

the words didn’t hit me all at once. it was like my brain needed an extra second to process them.

then, when they did, my entire body stiffened.

i turned my head to look at him, but he wasn’t looking at me. he just stared at the fire, like he’d said something as simple as i like strawberry ice cream.

the group around us reacted predictably—whistles, teasing comments, someone nudging me like i was supposed to think this was funny. but i didn’t.

i felt something twist in my chest, something hot and uncomfortable.

i couldn’t decide what pissed me off more—the fact that art had never told me this before, or the fact that, out of every girl he could have liked, he chose my sister.

2019

new rochelle

emma zweig

it was like the third wine bottle art and i were drinking, celebrating his first-place win at the challenger. the room smelled like expensive perfume and spilled alcohol, and i could feel the slight ache of laughter in my ribs. right now, i was straddling art’s lap on the couch, my arms around his shoulders as we both sang off-key to *dancing with a stranger* blasting from the tv speakers. his head fell back in a drunken laugh, his hands gripping my waist to steady me.

“i love this song,” i giggled, pressing my forehead against his.

“yeah? you just love singing it terribly,” he teased, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on my lower back. “don’t ever audition for anything.”

i gasped dramatically, smacking his chest. “rude.”

he grinned and leaned in, brushing a kiss over my lips before resting his head against the couch. the song faded into another, something slower, and i leaned my weight into him, feeling warm, content, and just the right amount of tipsy.

after a few moments of silence, he murmured, “you know… patrick knew.”

i lifted my head, looking at him. “knew what?”

“that i liked you,” he said casually, his voice thick with alcohol and something else, something serious. “i told him. back then.”

i blinked at him, thinking i misheard. “what?”

he let out a slow exhale, his hands stilling on my waist. “patrick knew. at the academy. i told him one night, and he lost it. and—” he hesitated, rubbing a hand over his face before letting it drop, “—he and i kissed once.”

i stared at him, waiting for the punchline. but he wasn’t laughing. his face was open, a little hazy from the alcohol but clear enough that i knew he wasn’t messing with me.

“…shut up,” i said, half-laughing. “you’re so full of shit.”

“i’m not.” his voice was quiet, steady. “it was a dare at a party. but after… he knew i liked you, and he—” art sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “it was weird. i think it messed with him.”

i felt my stomach twist, the laughter completely draining out of me. “patrick—he never—” i stopped, my thoughts tangling. “why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“i don’t know,” art admitted. “maybe he didn’t want you to know. maybe he thought i’d take you away from him.” he exhaled sharply. “maybe he didn’t know what he wanted.”

something in my chest clenched, emotions i couldn’t even name swirling inside me. patrick had always been possessive, sometimes even cruel about it—but this? had it really been that deep for him? had he looked at me and seen something i had never even considered?

i stood up abruptly, needing space, needing air. the room felt too small, too hot. art immediately reached for me, his fingers grazing my wrist. “emma—”

“i just—i need a second.” my voice sounded strange to my own ears, uneven. before he could stop me, i turned on my heel and locked myself in the bathroom.

the second the door clicked shut, i pressed my back against it and let out a shaky breath. my hands felt cold. i wasn’t even mad—at art, at patrick. i just… didn’t know how to process it. all those years, all those fights, the way patrick acted around us. had he really been jealous? not because i had someone, but because i had *art* in a way he never could?

i sank down onto the floor, wrapping my arms around my knees. silent tears slipped down my face, but i didn’t sob. i wasn’t breaking down, i wasn’t furious—i was just lost.

a soft knock at the door. “emma,” art’s voice was gentle, laced with worry. “please talk to me.”

i didn’t answer. i didn’t know *what* to say. i heard him sigh, his forehead resting against the door. “i didn’t mean to upset you. i just… i didn’t want to keep anything from you.”

more silence. then, after a minute, “i’m not mad.”

he exhaled, relieved. “then open the door.”

i wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt, taking a deep breath before standing up and unlocking it. the moment i did, art was there, looking at me with the saddest, most worried expression i’d ever seen on him. his eyes were searching mine like he was trying to figure out how bad the damage was.

my throat tightened, and before i could stop it, my eyes welled up again. art pulled me into his arms instantly, holding me against his chest.

“i got you,” he whispered, one hand cradling the back of my head. “i got you.”

i closed my eyes, gripping the fabric of his shirt, letting myself be held. i wasn’t sure what i wanted to do—if i wanted to talk to patrick, if i even wanted to *know* more—but i knew one thing for certain. i didn’t want to lose art. not now. not ever.

it was almost 3 a.m. when i called patrick. he picked up after the second ring, his voice still clear but not quite awake. i told her i was going to his motel.

i drove the ten minutes to the motel he was staying at. the road felt eerie and quiet, a stark contrast to the buzz of the hotel, where art was waiting. i was trying to gather my thoughts for what i needed to ask patrick, but i wasn't entirely sure how to begin.

at the motel, i told the guard i was heading to room 204. my heels clicked the floor and my coat tied in my waist, when i knocked on the door, i heard some ruffling inside, and then it opened. patrick stood there, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair a bit messy, and the room behind him was much tidier than i expected—just a few clothes scattered here and there.

we hugged eachother and then i stepped inside, and we sat on the edge of the bed, exchanging pleasantries. he congratulated me for art winning, and i thanked him, but there was something lingering between us, unspoken. it felt like the right moment, so i asked, my voice steady but curious:

"why didn’t you tell me you kissed art?"

patrick's expression shifted, and he looked away for a moment, like he was processing my question and was remembering something. after a beat, he shrugged, his tone softer now.

"why would it matter?" he replied, his voice slightly defensive. "it was a stupid thing... from years ago."

i leaned forward, wanting him to know that this wasn’t an accusation. "but it does matter, patrick," i said gently. "i need to know where you stand. i want to know if it’s going to bother you that art and i are together. i need to know if it affects you, or if you're okay with it. my youngest years, i spend half of them waiting for your approval"

he didn’t answer right away, his gaze shifting as if he were thinking carefully about what to say. i could tell this was more complicated than just the kiss, but i wasn’t angry. i just needed clarity.

finally, he sighed. "it’s... complicated, em. you’re my sister, and i care about you. it’s hard to see things change sometimes. but i’m not gonna stand in your way, okay? if art makes you happy, then that’s what matters now. this all happened when we were still kids, and i grew up to what we are now, i got over it"

i felt a weight lift off my chest, but i still needed to hear more. "and what about you? how do you feel about it? i mean, really."

patrick shifted his posture, running a hand through his hair, and i could tell he was wrestling with something inside. "i’m okay with it, emma. i think. it just... took me a while to process." his voice dropped slightly, almost like a confession. "i never really thought about how much i... how much i cared about you being with someone else. it’s not about art. it’s just about—" he paused, trying to find the right words. "it’s just weird."

i understood that. it was weird for me, too. but hearing him say it aloud made me realize that we both just needed time to adjust.

"i get it," i said quietly. "you’re still my big brother. and nothing's changing that. but i needed to know, because i don’t want to hurt you. you’re important to me, patrick."

for a moment, we both sat in silence, the weight of everything slowly dissolving between us. finally, he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "i know, em. i’m not angry. i just... i didn’t know how to talk about it."

i let out a soft breath, feeling the tension ease between us. "well, now we’re talking."

patrick chuckled, reaching out and giving my shoulder a quick, reassuring squeeze. "yeah. we are."

we sat in silence for a few moments, both of us just processing everything that had been said. the air between us felt lighter, but there was still something lingering, something unspoken. patrick shifted uncomfortably, his hand resting on his knee as if unsure of what to say next.

finally, he looked up at me, his expression softening. “em… i know i’ve been a lot to deal with sometimes. i—i don’t always know how to handle things with you. i’m sorry if i ever treated you like shit.”

his words took me off guard. i wasn’t expecting an apology, not like that. patrick had always been protective, sometimes overbearing, but hearing him acknowledge it… it hit me harder than i thought.

i looked at him, searching his face for sincerity. “patrick, it’s okay. you were always looking out for me, even if it came off the wrong way.”

he shook his head, his brow furrowing. “no, em. i pushed you away sometimes. i was controlling, and i made things harder than they needed to be. i was jealous and... just trying to protect something i didn’t even know how to protect.”

i felt my heart soften. “i get it now,” i said quietly, my voice steady. “i know you care about me. but i need you to trust me, too. i’m not that little girl anymore.”

he looked at me for a long moment, his eyes filled with something i couldn’t quite place—guilt, maybe, but also a desire to make things right. “i know. i’m trying.”

i gave him a small smile, reaching out to place my hand on his arm. “we’re good, patrick. we really are.”

he exhaled a relieved breath and smiled back, a little crooked but genuine. “thanks for not hating me.”

i couldn’t help but laugh softly. “i could never hate you.”

we sat there for a moment, a quiet understanding passing between us. it wasn’t perfect—nothing ever was—but it felt like we were getting closer to that place where things made sense. where we could just be, without all the weight of the past hanging over us.

“now, let’s just make sure art knows i don’t hate him” patrick said, his tone lightening, and i couldn’t help but grin.

“deal,” i said, laughing. “but don’t worry, he’s too scared of you anyway.”

patrick chuckled, and for the first time in a long while, i felt like we were finally on the same page.

final

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((long post incoming)) hi i havent posted in seven years. have slugcats

@ant1quarian is to blame for this. go look at their rain world utmv au before I implode

Side note I refer to Saint as he but none of my chars care abt gender bc i blasted them with the genderfluid beam

He would be . going thru it LMAO

I’m sure “fallen saint” did not mean a saint who probably deserved to be fallen but fuck it we ball. The problem with my Saint is he will ascend everything. Whether they want it or not. This creates a shit ton of echoes. So him losing his powers (likely due to a certain oc of mine) would actually be a good thing… eventually

At first he’d be pissed as all hell. Stays pissed as all hell when he meets Dust, Killer, and Cross (or whoever else). Getting to know them goes… ehhh. They all travel together, but Saint is trying to stay distant so he can move up karma. He’s also still very angry about losing his powers, but bottling it up bc saints shouldn't have emotions (according to him).

This comes to a head when someone gives the slightest suggestion of liking being alive. He shuts them down so fast it’s almost comical, but any good vibes are killed when Saint mentions how he ascended everything he came across. Cue argument about maybe Not Doing That. Cue Saint’s outburst (“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S WRONG?!”)

Saint storms away from the group and sleeps in a different shelter alone. He… ends up thinking a little too much and has a bit of a breakdown. Begrudgingly goes back to the group once the rain stops, looking for forgiveness, and he FINALLY gets a crumb of character development. THEN the stage is set for eventual shipping shenanigans huehehehe (Saint still needs some more character development before he has anything official though, the bastard)

Design notes (because my saint design is a bit strange if you don’t know the context) + bonus old Artificer art bc she didn’t make it in here </3 dw i still love u arti

So… I’m gonna avoid talking about the main part of his design for funsies but its blaringly obvious. feel free to guess I’m like 80% sure everyone will get it

-My Saint actually has six tentacles/“wings”- three on either side so he’s symmetrical. After he falls, he loses a wing to represent said fall.

-The Saint in the first drawing is different on purpose! That’s him at the start with no echoes :] ironically the more echoes he meets the more echoed he gets

-At least one of his ears are always askew. This has to do with his main design aspect.

-He does have teeth. Kinda. He probably wouldn’t need to eat when fallen though, he’s echoed enough to not need it

-The three thingies on his forehead act like heat sensors. This lets Saint see at lower karma levels without getting snow blindness.

-He has pupils, but they’re the karma 10 symbol… which he no longer has, so he no longer has pupils too

Arti… oh, arti. My beloved. What the fuck did I do to you /pos

I missed you and all your triangular edgy goodness. You’ll get a few modifications but your cool ass face shadow and demon horn ears are staying

A little note about Artificer’s design, too: She does have her scar here! It’s just not visible under her shadow. My Artificer got so swept up in her rampage that she straight up forgot about her pups. Not coincidentally, her scar is vaguely shaped like a slugpup’s head. She’s blocking out the memories of her past in favor of needless bloodshed.

Not pictured is her fire fur that I still adore. Basically sometimes her fur just… isn’t fur, it’s fire, and while it is a more symbolic thing I love the idea of her fur turning to flames when she jumps

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Woof woof mfers it's another fox and wolf collab with my buddy @adlamu where I drew an OC punk band of his named Safe Kennels from his Damaged Goods story 🐺 🔮 It consists of three werewolves and a witch named (from left to right) Ben, Runty, Arthur and Enaid and I had a blast drawing them! I'm not too good with heights or such but I like to think this is a solid poster and I'm pretty proud of capturing everyone's energies/vibes! I also fell in love with the colored lead and black lead combo like look at that-!!!

Inspiration for this poster design is the single art for The Violence by Rise Against because Puns (the song is off their album Wolves!)