#his hair is still a nightmare to draw btw

[sunbloomdew]

19yo baxter my worstie <33 (pls i love him sm)

my moot @maybeanartist02 told me that baxter reacts in a pretty interesting way if you tell him that you volunteer and this is one of the things he says. pls his reaction is everything, it's so fun skfhskjfshsdfjs just when i think i know everything about baxter ward i learn 5 new things in one playthrough,,,

i've been thinking about this line for days so i had to get it out of my system somehow (o/////o " ) this started out as a simple doodle omg

clothes ref i found on pinterest below!

i'm sorry but im an eye shirt hater. i don't like (to draw) it,,

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[toyogamii]

HIHII HRUU OMG THIS IS LOWK LIKE MY FIRST TIME LIKE ANONYMOUSLY ASKING SM BUT YEAHHH.... ANYWAYS ILL LITERALLY GIVE U THE SLOPPIEST BACK ARGCHING TOE CURLING EYE ROLLING HEAD IF U MAKE A ANOTHER PART OF THE SUKUNA MINI SERIES 👅👅

a/n: STOP I GENUINELY CACKLED, btw this one is my first attempt at smut sooooo… 🙈🙈🙈 also @17020

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

your body is moving before your fully awake, eyes puffy and vision blurred as you tried to come to your senses. a soft moan escapes your lips and your hand instinctively moves in between your thighs, landing on soft pink hair and gripping tightly.

“look who’s finally awake,” sukuna says with an evil grin. his tongue flicking your most sensitive spot. you gasp again and your hips buck into his mouth as he devours you whole.

“oh- oh fuck- ryo,” you whine and sukuna groans against you, your raspy and groggy moans making him harder than he already was.

“couldn’t help myself pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, tattooed hands gripping your plush thighs tightly, “jus’ looked so gorgeous f’me.”

you keen, your eyes squeezing shut, lip tucked into your teeth as your orgasm draws nearer. his hand lands roughly the inside of your thigh making you let out a soft yelp.

“cum for me baby.”

and you do. it’s delicious, the sensation igniting your whole body as you writhe beneath him. even in your cloudy state you can as he shifts, grinding his hard on into the bed and knowing the effect you have on him makes everything all the more pleasurable.

as you slowly come down, whole body flushed and panting softly. sukuna kisses the inside of your thigh before crawling upwards and pulling you into a kiss you. you grin, arms wrapping around his neck as you flip him over so that you’re straddling him.

you pull away, mouth open to speak when suddenly the bedroom door flies open and an angry yuuji is standing in the doorway pouting. before your boyfriend can say a word your tumbling off of him, wrapping a blanket around your bare legs and hurrying over to him.

“yuuji, what’s wrong sweetie?”

the toddler looks up at you with big, sad eyes and lifts his arms, wanting to be held. of course you oblige, scooping him up with one arm, the other hand still holding the blanket.

“did you a nightmare wake up?”

he sniffles and nods, burying his face in your shoulder. sukuna scowls at the two of you.

“damn brat, always stealing your attention away from me, huh?”

you roll your eyes and place yuuji down on the bed before using the blanket to hide you while you discreetly slip your shorts back on. yuuji crawls onto sukuna’s chest, nuzzling his little face into his big brother’s neck.

despite his grumpy face, sukuna’s hand instantly comes to rest on the child’s back, rubbing soothing circles.

now fully dressed, you slip back into bed beside them, cuddling up to your two favorite boys.

“you know very well I love you both equally… except i love yuuji just a little more.”

“wha- hey!” your boyfriend grumbles, flicking your forehead, “there’s no way you love this runt more.”

yuuji sticks his tongue out at his big brother.

“only when you’re being difficult… which is always.”

“take that back!”

[megumishotgf]

more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

[brailsthesmolgurl]

PUPPY LOVE?

Preview: You had always been the apple to their eyes. How would they express their affection towards you in highschool?

Warnings: I had to make it slight-slight-slight angsty hehe, teeth-rotting fluff for comfort for my beloved readers <3 btw readers and the boys are highschool kids in this one-shot so no suggestive or anything!

P.S: This idea came to me in the middle of the night and I knew I had to burn the midnight fuel to squeeze all of my brain juice for this piece :> Enjoyyy!

RAFAYEL

You lifted your head up when you heard a chair dragged against the tiled flooring. It came to a halt and down sat the lilac haired fellow, right in front of you, his chin propped on the back of his hand as he leaned down to look at you, a smirk hung on his thin lips. Rafayel. "Someone looked like they had a nightmare yesterday."

"It's none of your business." You furrowed your eyebrows, gaze turned towards the classroom door. More classmates are starting to walk in, greeting each other good mornings and immediately getting into their daily routines of catching up or gossiping. You, on the other hand, do not really belong to any 'gangs'. You find solace within your own bubble and occasionally, do hang out with your only friend, Tara.

The purple haired individual in front of you frowned, your answer unappealing to his taste. This young man sitting in front of you is the lucky charm of your school, and almost everyone dotes on him, headmaster, teachers and students alike. Both of his parents are renowned artists, comparable to Van Gogh and many other artists throughout history books and as expected, Rafayel inherited the same talent as his parents. Rich, handsome, charming and talented, he is basically a girl magnet.

"You do not have to be so rude you know." He stood up when he heard his name being called. Reaching into the pockets of his blazer, he took out two cheese sticks and placed it onto your table. "Here, have this. Your frown makes you look like a shriveled up prune. Some cheese sticks would probably do well for you." He chuckled teasingly and stepped out of your personal bubble, heading out of the classroom.

If glares could kill, you would probably be laying on the floor motionless by now. The cheese sticks that sat at your table were attracting unwanted attention from the girls in your class. You had absolutely no idea why Rafayel would always approach you. The attention you are receiving from him does not beat the attention other girls are getting as well, not that you cared but you just find it odd. A lone girl getting so much attention from the school's celebrity, what would the others think of it? Maybe he is just trying to be friendly. That always remains the reason to your question.

Here comes the other question. You do not think you like him, but why does your heart flutter whenever he is near you? Bidding you good morning and goodbye had became a part of a routine for the both of you. Why would your heartstrings tug whenever you find another girl initiating skinship with him? Why?

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Rinnnggggg. The bell rung, indicating the end of another school day. Students rushed out like ants out of the school premises, flooding the empty hallways. You packed your things, eyeing the time displayed by the clock. 3pm. It is the perfect time for you to go to the art room to practice some drawing. You may not be an artist like the talented Rafayel, but you still do have your own fascination towards drawing and sketching.

You walked in the direction opposite of the flow, passing through the crowd like a fish trying to swim upstream. As you were nearing the art room, someone knocked you over and you fell backwards, with your bagpack being your cushion as you landed back first onto the floor. You still winced upon impact. "Oh look, it's Rafy's pet." The girl that knocked you over crossed her arms, her blond curls tied up in a high ponytail. Oh, it's the school's flower girl, Jarianne, but you guessed it. She is nowhere carrying the aura of a flower.

Sighing, you pushed yourself off of your back, not even having the thought to fight back. "Know your place would you?" Jarianne spoke, studying her oval shaped painted nails. "Rafy might give you cheese sticks every once in a while, but that does not mean anything. Don't get your hopes up, okay sweetie?" Huffing a smile, the mean girl strutted off, leaving you calculating your next steps.

Shrouded with anger, you got up and made your way towards the art room. You are ready to splash some paint onto the canvas, wanting to express your anger in a much more 'healthier' form. She was right. Who are you to be engaged with Rafayel. Someone who is a loner like you should not be in any way associated with someone of such a high status like him. You are halfway at being disappointed at yourself until you slide the door opened and you saw Rafayel in the art room.

He looked ethereal, basked in the warm light of the sun in the midst of a cloudy afternoon, his lilac hair slightly tousled on his head. His back was facing you, but you could tell with the way his paintbrush moved across the canvas with grand gestures, he is painting yet another masterpiece. Part of his uniform, the dark blue blazer and white collared shirt was messily tossed onto one of the desks nearby, and he is left in his black t-shirt. Right when you are about to leave, his head snapped around and he caught sight of you standing in the doorway with beady eyes. "Finally, you're here." Framing himself to be waiting for you this whole time. Well, he was.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you." You consciously tucked a stray strand of your brunette curls behind your ear, your face immediately turning red when you realised that you may have taken a bit longer then usual to be staring at the young man. "I'm gonna go." You turned and immediately started jogging down the hallway.

"Wait! Wait!" Rafayel called out for you, yet, you did not bother to turn back. All you could hear was the sounds of chairs creaking and a loud thud, followed by hurried footsteps.

You turned a corner and slid yourself into an empty classroom to catch your breath. When you sat yourself down, the door slid right open and Rafayel presented himself, huffing and panting as he bent himself down to slow his breaths. You were shocked of course, that he would run down the halls for you. Jarianne's words rang through your head like an alarm and it filled you with more regrets.

"You should stop talking to me." You clenched your fist, standing up, getting ready to leave. "We are not friends to begin with, so we should keep it that way." When you walked past him, he gripped your wrist and you gasped in response. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Do you actually..." He took in a huge breath and straightened his posture, now eyes meeting yours. "Are you actually so naive?"

"Look, I don't know what you are trying to do Rafayel, but I am not interested in whatever you are going to say. Just leave me alone." You pulled your wrist out of his grip but it only prompted him to hold your wrist tighter. "Leave me be!"

You slipped, and he grabbed you by your waist, underestimating the strength of his before he stumbled backwards and you ended up pressing him against the wall. The both of you had the same expression, widened eyes and flushed cheeks. Tension immediately started pumping into the air, causing your body to tense up. "Are you upset?" He broke the silence between you two, leaning down closer to you to inspect your face. "I had never seen you getting so mad before."

MAYBE. JUST MAYBE. A part of you do like him, you liked that he would only greet you in the morning and when you leave home, you liked that he would offer to teach you art anytime you wish, you liked that sometimes he would ditch his friends just to come and sit with you during recess. But, Jarianne was right. You always have this part of you that refused to accept the fact that you do indeed, like Rafayel. Just like all of the other girls out there. It's just that you are nothing special at all. You will be regarded as any other fan girl of his.

Hesitation laced in your voice. "I just don't think someone like you should be spending time with someone like me Rafayel." Your gaze dropped, feet shuffled against the floor beneath, watching the dust particles flying up into the air.

He clicked his tongue, but remained still. "You have not answered my question. Why do you think I go out of my way to talk to you everyday hmm?" Your silence was met with the continuation of his thoughts. "That's because I like you, y/n."

Your breath hitched in your throat when he confessed to you and you nervously took a step back to put more space in between the both of you. "Don't." His arms snaked around your waist and he reeled you in, nose tips almost touching. It took you a while to only realise that Rafayel is red like a tomato, the confession of his happen to be genuine afterall. His blushing expression is a sight to behold. Just like in a watercolour painting, all of the colours are harmonised, his purplish, tousled soft curls that sat on top of his head framed the outline of his carved facial shape well, with scarlet red lightly dabbed across his pale cheeks, giving the illusion of his eyes sticking out like magenta gemstones on a iridescent rubicund-white marble complexion. "I really do like you y/n."

"Why?" That is the only question you can mutter out of your mouth. You sounded dumb for a second but you would like to find out what he deemed special about you.

You can sense his nervousness when his eyes started darting everywhere and his arms withdrew from your waist. "I...You're...Uhm..." He is clearly struggling with his words. "You are different. You do not find the need to please me or to catch my attention." His words were spoken slowly and precisely, calculated even. "I like you because of the way you are, y/n. You are not like the other girls. Sometimes, when I look at you, I wanted to sketch a drawing of you, but I couldn't, because that's how alluring you are to me. No drawings could achieve that."

The way he phrased his affection towards you, was nothing of confidence but only of his vulnerability. Five years throughout his secondary days, you always regarded him to be the embodiment of confidence, carrying himself well has always been a gestalt of his. But today, you do not find that in him, all you see is this young man stumbling over every single word, self-doubt equivalent to yours hinted in his tone. He does not see himself to be worthy of you, just like you do not think you are worthy to him. The thought of it ached your heart.

"Rafayel. I...I never knew you liked me." Reaching your hands up, you patted his shoulders awkwardly, not really knowing where to position your hands. "I thought you just wanted to tease me and push me around like a plaything."

"The audacity to say that." He scoffed, face scrunched up like a shriveled prune he had mentioned to you earlier. "I don't like keeping the people I like as pets or any derogatory words you may think of, you know?" The sight of you holding onto his shoulders, eyes widened made him smile, one of his hand lightly patting the top of your head. Rafayel notices the way your lips would wobble the slightest when you tried to alleviate your own anxiety, convincing him further that you do possess the same feelings as him. He only has to figure out how to make you believe that he is not messing with your feelings and how to not escalate this sweet moment into a dramatic and awkward mess. "I don't want you to be accusing me of something so lowly anymore, yeah? Promise me?"

"But... what would people say when they see..." You gestured between the two of you, head already coming up with all sorts of accusations that would be thrown towards the both of you. "Us together? I don't want to trouble you..."

"They can say anything, but we can treat it as nothing y/n." He ran his hand down to your cheek, cupping your small face in his palm now, your face slowly warming up in his palm. "In the end, I chose you. It is only right for them to be jealous." He smiled leisurely, confidence resurfacing again. "So, would you date me y/n?"

Gnawing onto your lip, you nodded your head and looked down. You had only seen this in romance shows, where lip kisses are supposed to happen after confessions do. But you felt his soft lips collided against your forehead and your heart released sparks of fire uncontrollably. You are screaming internally as if you had won the lottery. As he pulled back, you raised your head up to glance at his facial features. Rafayel is beaming, hand still placed on the side of your cheek. As if it was cued, he managed to answer your question before you could even ask. "I will not kiss your lips until you allow me to, yeah? I will always wait until you're ready, as I respect---"

Wrong question, but does not beat the fact it was relevant to what you were initially going to ask him. Something along the lines of ‘whether are we going in for the kiss’. You decided to act upon your decision. Closing the short distance between you two, you planted your lips onto his, swallowing his uncertainty to fuel your bravery for the upcoming challenges you will have to face for being Rafayel's girl.

ZAYNE

"So, for this experiment, find someone you can pair up with to write a report based on your findings." Miss Akko instructed, placing the chalk onto her large wooden desk and scanning the crowd for any blank slates. "If you have any questions, you can always come and find me for consultations."

You looked towards the guy sitting next to you, Zayne. Ballpoint pen held in between his long fingers, gliding swiftly against the paper to create a neat yet slanted handwriting. Altough the class had ended, you could tell that he is still very much in his zone, jotting down whatever the teacher had mentioned earlier. If he could record it, you believe that would be the most viable way for him to stay on top of his grades all of the time. His posture relaxed when the last bell of the day rung. "Hey." You called out to him and he turned his head to face you. "Would you like to pair up? For the experiment?"

You had paired up with him for a few times for chemistry class. Being with the smartest kid does earn you a few perks, but he is not much of a talker so sometimes doing assignments with him would result in a crow-cawing awkwardness. "Sure." He nodded his head once and started gathering his reading materials into a pile while standing up.

Zayne has always been a man of a few words. Nodding is his most useful reaction whenever you ask him of something that he is borderline interested in. But if he does not agree with you, then he shall give you the stare that would make you question yourself about the absence of an answer from him. "When do you plan to do---"

"I will see you after class tomorrow." He cut you off, zipping his bag up and pulling it over his broad shoulders effortlessly. "Remember to bring your brain." OOF, COLD. It most likely explains why nobody would usually pair up with Zayne. More like he just refuses to.

Zayne was best known for his good looks and big brain but other than that, he does not have an appealing personality that makes him desirable among girls. Good to admire from afar but not good to interact with. Ever heard of the trend 'He is a 10 but...' . Yeah, that is Zayne's title trend. Only to people who has been in close contact with him. Yeah, he could be a dick with how straightforward he is but you find it as an admirable trait of his. He stabs people with his words, with truths that nobody would dare to say and maybe, you do secretly like him for the way he is.

“Come on Zayne, it’s not like I don’t study or help out with the reports for the past few times.” You rebutted, palms faced upwards and eyebrows knitted closely together. Zayne stood in his spot, expressionless face hiding his amusement. “So I do have a brain!”

He turned towards the direction of the door and started making his way out, not without giving his last statement. “Says the one who can’t even score a decent C grade.” There you stood, in the empty classroom, choked onto the curse words that you were about to throw at him when you heard his statement but you are sure with his lanky legs, he would have been out of earshot by now.

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TAP TAP TAP TAP… Your footsteps echoed in the empty hallways, reverberating through the empty classrooms. You were late for the meeting with Zayne because you had forgotten to bring your lunch to school today so you ended up having to run down to the vending machine to grab some quick bites. The machine however, betrayed your trust, the ultimate cliche move anyone can think of putting into a filler clip for a movie, when the snack gets stuck during the retrieving period purely because of the vending machine error. You could have easily gotten in trouble if anyone were to spot you with your whole arm shoved into the machine just to grab the item you had literally paid for.

The door slammed open with force and you were greeted with the sight of Zayne in the classroom. With a girl bent halfway down right next to him. You recognised her immediately, the long blond hair with forest green eyes, milky pale skin with a smile that could make anyone faint upon seeing it. She is the school’s student president, Nyla. The both of them perked their heads up, reacting to the sound of the door being slammed opened only to see you standing in the doorway, face flushed from the heat, holding onto your snacks in your hand. “Hey y/n.” The student president grinned, her pearly whites nearly blinded you. “Do you mind giving us some time? We have some personal matters to settle.” Not only does she look pretty, she has a pleasing attitude too? Just great. Pursing your lips, you nodded and went out the same way you came in, sliding the door closed behind you in a more polite manner this time.

“I still can’t believe that you are working on an assignment with her.” Nyla huffed, pushing her hair back with her fingers as she bent down next to Zayne again, staring at his notebook. Nyla had initially wanted to meet up with Zayne regarding the discussion for the upcoming school festival that will be held but eventually, she turned it into her personal chat session with Zayne. “Is she a freeloader most of the time?”

“No.” Zayne replied. “She does her part as I do for mine.” Zayne, at this point had already caught note on what Nyla is trying to do. Provoking a conversation out of him when he is late for the initial assignment arrangement with you bothers him. “I think you had already gotten all of the answers you needed for the school festival.”

“But, I would like to get to know you too.” Nyla sat herself onto the side of his desk, manicured fingers fanned herself in an attempt to cool herself down. “Say, how about we try to go out for a little bit hmm?”

The raven haired young man did not even spared her a glance, eyes focused on his handwritings. “Zayne, come on. Smarty pants with a cute face like you dating me would be the talk of the school for weeks to come.” The pitch of her voice heightens at the end of her sentence and Zayne sighed in frustration. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

“I am not interested in being your pawn.” He glanced at her and her smile faltered, alongside her confidence. “Nor do I find the necessity to feed into the delusions of yours.” The indifference shown on his body language gave her the conclusion she did not expected from him. Her pretentious ‘girl-next-door’ attitude no longer on display. The anger of a spoiled child who gets whatever they want seeped through and she raised her palm, ready to land it onto his cheek but he caught it right before it touches his cheek. “I wouldn’t do it to someone who believes in gender equality.”

Nyla withdrew her hand, strings of curse words falling out of her lips as to save herself from embarrassment and she left the classroom. The young man sat in the room, staring at the new page he had just flipped over on his notebook and he noticed the drawing of a stick man next to the page number. The stick man appeared to be holding onto the number 6 like a hockey stick and the 0 being reimagined as a puck. His lips pulled into a small smile, flashing back to the time when you tried to be sneaky when he was out of the classroom during one of your past assignment pairings, conducting this tomfoolery on his notebook and quickly returning everything back to its original position. But he saw it all, from the crack of the door when he was about to enter the empty classroom. He finds your childlike behaviour amusing after all.

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“We are done talking.” You stared up, the blinding sunlight immediately getting shielded by Zayne’s opaque outline. You squinted your eyes narrower only to find that Zayne has his hand stretched out to you, given you are in a seated position. “We should get started on our assignment.” You took his hand and he pulled you up, the sheer size of his palm wrapped around your whole hand easily.

“Here.” You reached your hand into the pocket of your uniform and pulled out a small box of chocolate cookies. “This is for you. It fell out when I was trying to grapple for my sandwich.”

Zayne took the box into his hands, contemplating on the way you got it. “Did the vending machine got stuck again?” Your nod made him smiled a little. “If it gets stuck again next time, you can just ask me to get it for you.”

His sudden suggestion nearly made you choked on the last bite of your egg and cheese sandwich. It is hard to believe he would come out all of the way here to find you, let alone making small talk and telling you that you can ask him to solve your troubles whenever you please? But your dumb brain only believe that he was only trying to be helpful and he is merely thanking you for bringing him a snack. “So what did you guys talk about?” You could not help but to ask as the both of you slowed down your steps to be in sync with one another.

“She wanted me to go out on a date with her.” You were lucky you had finished your sandwich, or else this sentence would have sent you into full on choking mode. You did expect Nyla to ask him out to a certain extent given his popularity, but you were caught off guard that he was even willing to share the details about what had went on behind those closed doors earlier. “I told her that there is not a need to waste her time.”

Hm? You stopped in your footsteps and turned to look at him. “What do you mean?” Your lips had blurted out the sentence before your mind is in control and you swallowed the instant regret of the question. Zayne too, stopped in his footsteps and he looked at you, his hazel green orbs stood out more like a lush forest under the blazing sun above your head. When he took a step towards you, your heart lurched, eyes scanning the surroundings for anyone present.

“I already have someone on my mind.” Zayne closed the distance between the both of you. Within arms length, Zayne reached his right hand outwards and held your cheek. An immediate gasp could be heard, the pace of your heartbeat quickened, so as your breath. You could hear your own heartbeat in your head. It does not take a genius for one to unravel who he likes. You stood in front of him, drinking in his gaze that had softened for one of the very few times, and this time he did not snap his head away immediately. His thumb moved back and forth on your cheek, soothing the spreading redness that is a result of your realisation regarding his point.

Your eyes lit up and your jaw slacked, eyes frantically searching for a joke within his eyes but when you found no ill intention, you amounted to satisfy your curiosity. “Why…why me?”

His thumb slid down to your jawline, and stopped at your chin. Raising it up just enough for his eyes to be looking into yours and you gulped nervously when he closed the distance between the both of you. He smiled, lips tugged up slightly on both corners because all these while, he knew that the both of you have the same feelings for one another, but he just never really have the opportunity to be alone with you, till now. "You will find out soon enough." Leaning down, Zayne pressed his lips softly against yours to present his confession to you, stealing your first kiss away.

XAVIER

The countdown in your head never fails you. When the minute hand hits 12 on the clock, the bell rung, the teacher looked up from the book he was holding, glasses slid down his nose slightly as he realised his class period had came to an end. "Remember your homework kids. I will see you next week." He announced as the students all got up in sync, bowing and thanking the teacher for his teaching efforts.

As you landed your bum back onto your chair, you heard someone calling your name and your head turned towards the source of the sound. The blond bloke named Xavier sauntered over to you, his eyelids still half closed. "Hey, you going over for the fencing extracurricular later?"

"Yeah I am. Why?" You asked him nonchalantly, all while clearing your items off of the table and placing them into your bagpack. When you do not hear his response, your hands rested on your bag and you looked up at him, squinting your eyes. "Wait. You plan to skip it don't you?"

Xavier's eyes widened and his light eyebrows arched upwards. "What, no. I just..." His right hand reached up to rub the nape of his neck. "I just thought we could walk there together if you'd like."

Sighing in relief you smiled and nodded, pulling your bagpack over your back. You had forgotten to arrange the books you have to bring today hence the load of your bag became a deadweight and it nearly sent you rolling onto the ground. Xavier caught you on time before your face gets planted onto the tiled ground. "Careful. Here, let me help."

"Thanks." The blond young man easily took your bagpack off of your back, slinging it over the side of his shoulder that has his messenger bag hung onto. With the weight of fingerpads pressed against your arm, you flushed red when you realised that he had not released his hold on you. Catching your sight, he trailed it down to your arm and he released his grip, equally embarassed at how long the skinship lasted.

Truth is, you and Xavier are somewhat at the level of best friends. The both of you share the same classes and same taste for food, alongside same extra curricular activities. But recently, you started feeling more and more abashed around him. You would consciously want to look good in front of him; either it be tucking your hair behind your ears, chuckling gently instead of laughing like a troll, ironing your clothes to make it look pressed and neat. You are like becoming a whole different person just for him. But it is not necessarily for the bad.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Clank, Clink, Clank Clank. The sounds of the blades grinding against one another created screeches and clinking, which are not the right music for the ears. You sat a couple of meters away from the mat, eyeing Xavier clad in the metallic polyester jacket that is overlain with a thin, interwoven steel strands in between to provide him protection. Lamés is the right term for the protective gear on his torso. Gasps and mutters could be heard echoing in the huge hall, judgements and commentaries thrown around as the showdown between Xavier and his opponent has been relatively entertaining.

The whole nine minutes, both of the fencers has been extremely aggressive, parrying and lunging against one another whenever an opening is spotted. The race to land 15 touches on the opponent make it an extremely fast and deft sport. The both of them had equated to 14 touches each and this last touch would determine the winner. The referee stood in middle, arms raised midway to insinuate the start of the tie-breaker round. "Pret? Allez!"

The blades then ensued, waving in the air. "Halt." It was called out in two seconds and both of the opponents backed up, standing still in their spots. Your heartbeat thumped, the last you saw was the both of their blades touched both of their respective opponent's foil. It is hard to determine who is the winner. The referee was seen walking over to Xavier and he spoke. "Parrying then riposte, point-in-line is perfect and that forward extension of yours is worth the risk." He grabbed Xavier's arm and raised it, everyone in the hall cheered as Xavier removed his headgear and grinned, eyes landing onto you.

You smiled back, proud that he had manage to win the competition. You stood up when he walked off of the platform, wanting to congratulate him but Chiara beat you to it. "Xavier! You did so well!" The girl bounced over, her curls bounced to her footsteps' rhythm as well. "Oh my god, that was such a fight."

"Thanks." Xavier smiled and she grabbed him by his neck, throwing herself into his arms and you were stunned at her boldness. Xavier however, did not seem fazed as his arms raised up to pat her back. Chiara may just be an amiable individual but your mind abnegated that possibility and only opened its chamber doors to jealousy.

In a disconsolate, nervous manner, you turned and proceeded to walk out of the hall. Your heart thumped hard against your chest like booming speakers in an EDM concert. It also caused a lump to form in your throat. It hurts. Something about her just greeting and hugging him so casually made her wonder why did he never told you about his girlfriend before? He is already mysterious enough but at this point, it felt like a betrayal to you. But then again, he does not owe you that favour to tell you about his dating life if he does not wish to say anything.

Finding a cosy corner next to the herb garden that belonged to the Plant Society, you sat down at the side of the curb and amused yourself with the view of butterflies twirling around blooming flower petals. Amongst the weeds, Magnolia blossoms are most of the denizens found within the small patch of ground. Time passed by, perhaps around a couple of minutes and you heard hurried footsteps in the background but you were too engrossed with the butterfly landing onto a magnolia's carpels that you did not bother to turn around.

"Y/n." Xavier called out. "I had been searching everywhere for you." You turned your head slowly, stopping with only half of your face visible to him. "Did you noticed me winning just now?" "Yeah I did." You pushed yourself off of the curb, dusting the dirt off of your dark skirt and you faced him, gaze catching his chest rather than his cerulean orbs. "In fact, I saw Chiara went up to hug you." Your pout although not shown, it was obvious to Xavier. You are jealous.

He stepped forward and wrapped his lanky arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You were bewildered. In his arms, feeling his warmth spreading to your body and his scent swathed you, he smells like clean sheets and a bubble bath. Perhaps from his change of clothes. "I'm sorry." He spoke, breath batting against the nape of your neck. "I should have rejected her hug right then and there."

"It's okay Xavier, I didn't know you have a girlfriend." You were quick to address your hesitation, ready to take a step back from him but his hold around you tightened, not allowing you to leave his arms.

"She isn't. She isn't my girlfriend, y/n." He slowly pulled back, arms now moved to rest on your shoulder. For a moment, a gleam of wary was ready to surface but Xavier was quick to put out that emotion of his. "I don't think of her anything more than a friend. Unlike you."

Confusion clouded you like a misty apparition above your head. "What about me?" Your index finger pointed towards yourself. "What do you mean by 'unlike me'."

"I like you." His gaze unwavering, genuine intentions full on display. "I had liked you for a very long time y/n." Your jaw dropped to the ground almost instantly. You were not expecting this to happen at all but look at how fate has presented itself. Xavier smiled, his angelic smile akin to his divine features. He would have been mistaken to be an angel if you did not know that the halo around his head is the sun peeking out from the back of his head. “And I think I would very much like you to be my girlfriend instead of her.”

Your eyelids blinked rapidly, eyelashes just a few more blinks away to cool down the redness in your cheeks. As a reflex, your hands flew up to your mouth to mask your excitement, your lips probably pulled into a grin that stretches to both ears. “I…I…” Your stammering further betrayed your feelings and Xavier leaned down, supple hands held onto your wrist and he pulled your hands down, finally being able to see your shyful expression.

“Seeing you like this makes me very happy y/n.” He cupped your cheeks softly, tediously brushing the pads of his thumb across your cheek and he leaned in, planting a kiss onto your lips to officially make you his girlfriend.

Hope this fluff makes your day my lovelies! <3

[okkotsuus]

hello!!! i absolutely loved the work you did on my request! ^___^ i wanted to request again, hahaha, i really like your works!! anyway, i was thinking of an idea where it was reader instead of geto who spiraled down to depression.. thank you very much!!! (ps. it could be satoru or geto btw, i don’t mind!)

when you fall in love (suguru g.) !

featuring: suguru geto

contents: comfort. established relationship. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. mentions of tears. mentions of nightmares. sharing a bed. voicemails. curses. mention of insecurity. mention of eating. i love him. 0.8k words.

notes: anon, i'm sorry this took like 11 days, i was in a writing slump </3

highschool!geto who notices your shift in demeanor almost instantly, he begins to see his own weariness for the world in your eyes. and it scares him, more than any curse.

highschool!geto who speaks to you more softly, welcomes you into his arms after every mission. he cares for you like a frightened animal, gentle and sweet with hesitance.

highschool!geto who is the only one to notice the growing length of each of your blinks, as if your eyes yearned to stay shut. from that moment, he leaves his bed to lay beside you through the night. 

highschool!geto who stays by your side in the dark, no matter how many times you have to shake him awake from recurring nightmares, no matter how many times he has to shake you awake to reassure you that you are safe. he doesn’t care how much sleep he loses, as long as he doesn’t lose you.

highschool!geto who begins to prepare your meals for you. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you not to eat, he just wants to soothe his own worries that you are getting the proper nutrients you need.

highschool!geto who is a horrible cook at first, all he could make was simple things. but when he sees the smile that spreads on your face when you see him wearing a stupid apron satoru bought for him in the common room’s kitchen, he finds himself slowly getting better.

highschool!geto who has the warmest hugs, his arms enrapture you in a feeling for pure warmth and care. even in the most self-detrimental moments, no amount of insecurity can delude you from the love in his eyes when he holds you closer than thought to be possible.

highschool!geto who leaves you little voicemails whenever he’s away, or when you’re away. he leaves at least one daily, but he ends up giving you one every time something mildly interesting. one day, while he was away, he left you 27 messages because he had seen so many stupid haircuts on the streets of shinjuku.

highschool!geto who manages to draw a giggle out of you even in your darkest moments, without even knowing how he did it. he’s one of the most genuine people, that you can’t help the amused laugh that spills from you despite your cheeks being wet with tears.

highschool!geto who absorbs curses he thinks you’ll find cute simply so he can show them to you, not even perceiving the taste of their spirit orbs.

highschool!geto who brings you out on missions with him and satoru because he knows that you love to see him happy. just this once, he gets serious with satoru and tells him not to do anything foolish that would put you at risk.

highschool!geto who lets you play with his hair, no matter how tangled you may end up getting it. he loves letting your blow dry his hair, nearly falling asleep every time.

highschool!geto who sends you pictures of him after every mission to put your mind at ease, knowing he was still safe.

highschool!geto who sends you voice messages of him telling you good morning and good night every day, he hasn’t missed a single day in over six months: and he had only missed that one because his phone was out of service for a mission out in the countryside.

highschool!geto who calls shoko and satoru in secret to make sure they always have eyes on you when he’s away, not wanting you to slip while he can’t be there to comfort you. they always tease him for the way he fusses over you, but he just laughs and says: “when you fall in love, you’ll understand.”

highschool!geto who takes you out for moonlit rides on his curses whenever you can’t sleep, flying you high enough to touch the clouds (see: that one scene with hiccup and astrid in how to train your dragon).

highschool!geto who has never loved anyone like you, so much that it even scares him at times. he finds himself unable to stop the smile on his face as he lays in bed when the two of you are separated, a giddy feeling filling his chest and butterflies swirling in his tummy.

highschool!geto who will waste his entire allowance from the school on a capsule machine or a claw machine to get the specific one you want, even if you look at it for just a second. if he runs out of money, he just shakes down satoru for his rich boy money.

okkotsuus 23

[brisquad-unit-4402]

nightmare hug

it’s my birthday today btw. december 15. sonny be upon ye. i started three new wips with him in the last few weeks ack i wasn’t kidding when i said he was very in my head lately!

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, cuddling

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You wake up in bleariness and immobility. Underneath the pile of blankets, a greater weight holds you down, stifling your skin and refusing to let you turn out of your position.

It’s nothing to fear. If anything, it’s welcomed. Usually Sonny keeps to his own side of the bed, and the most contact you wake up to is a limb barely touching yours. On the rare occasions he falls asleep with you in his arms, he’s quick to hide it, and considering how he’s the first to wake between you there’s no telling how many morning cuddles you’ve missed out on.

Long fingers and short nails wire around your waist. If you can’t hear his breathing, then you can feel it: a steady rise-and-fall rhythm along your shoulder where he presses his head. His hair prickles your skin while his breathing soothes.

A slow morning hum falls out of your mouth as your voice comes back to life. It’s the prelude to fully waking up, and when Sonny retracts his arms before you can open your eyes.

Except he doesn’t. Even as you snort awake, his hands remain where they are.

“Good morning, Sonny,” you start. You’re so sleepy that it barely becomes a whisper.

It surprises you that he’s just as sleepy as you, too. “Morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

You’re greeted with silence.

“Not great?”

Sonny buries his head closer to your neck without a word. “That bad, huh.”

When he mumbles you can feel his throat vibrate against your skin. “Mmmyeah.”

“Awww. Well, it’s morning.” You force one arm out of the blanket pile and manage to pat his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll fight off the bad sleep demons any day of the week.”

“I just want a hug.”

“Hugs over fights? Who are you and what did you do to Sonny—“

His hands squeeze tighter. You didn’t even know his nails could dig into your skin like this. He’s clinging on like you’re a stuffed animal, but the amusement ends once you realize that’s not just a sleepy tremble. Sonny is actually quivering.

It’s even rarer for Sonny to let himself be vulnerable.

“C’mon.” Your voice goes soft as you turn around to face him. He stays where he is, holding you while his head is buried to your throat.

He’s practically motionless save for his quivers, which you work out by stroking his back. Your hand draws circles along him, occasionally punctuated by a pat or two. “You’re where you belong, right here at home. You’re safe with me.”

His breath, too, is shaky, little clouds of heat curling around your chest as he tries to form words. “I don’t even remember what it was about. I shouldn’t be so…” His grip tightens. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. These things happen. It doesn’t make you any less of a person, and it doesn’t make you a nuisance, either.”

He grunts. “Feels like I’m a failure whenever I’m like this, though.”

His hair is silky under your hands, and softer under your lips. “I love you, Sonny. No matter what you think of yourself, I’ll still love you, and I’ll always remind you that you deserve to be loved.” Another kiss to his temple. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let your guard down. Being the one you can rely on is a privilege to me, and one I do not take lightly.

“I don’t think you could ever be a failure, even if you tried,” you say. “You take such good care of me, so I’ll happily return the favor. It’s what I’m here for.”

When you stop talking, nothing follows but quiet. It’s just the sound of your arm brushing against sheet and skin as you massage him, soothing whatever unspoken worries he has left.

When you raise his head your fingers rest along his jaw. “You’re my hero, Sonny. You’re the strongest person I know. No matter what.”

One of his pale hands bumps along to yours. His palm drags against the corner of his hidden eyes. His lashes flutter by the crease of your lip as you kiss the stress away.

Sonny’s shoulders raise when you part with eyes barely open, tide pool blue glossed over with restraint and legs tangled around yours, stunned and scared, a combination you’ve never seen on him.

The restraint falls with a hiccup. He chokes on air as you hold him. His hands lower you down as he clings to you, and for the first time in a long time, Sonny allows himself the right to cry.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[wingerwind]

Finally! Tuff Guys designs! They’re done! (Really wanted to get this out after session 3 before Tango was perma-dead, but luckily he is still here with us)

Obligatory ramble under the cut warning:

Bdubs looks very wonky but maybe that fits his character. If you squint you could say it was done on purpose. His pupils are permanently dilated. I don’t really know why I have this headcanon, but like…it feels wrong to have him just be a normal guy, you know? He’s like…weird-ish. Maybe not as obviously weird as Tango, but… remember his brief stint as a god during the Empires crossover? Yeah, I do. I just need to make SOME part of him vaguely inhuman. I feel like it fits with his big eyes, too. A combination of mascara and dilated pupils (I did not mean to make it look like he was on drugs but I guess that checks out too)

Now that I’m looking at Etho (eight heads tall) next to other characters (mostly seven heads tall) I realize that his small head makes him look very strange. HOWEVER I am probably just projecting as someone who is eight heads tall and always looks weird in photos (esp selfies) because despite being the closest to the camera I look like I’m further away at the same time. Also, despite Etho being blown up by a creeper his clothes have actually fared well and maybe that is favoritism. (Who, me? Favoritism?? Never) I couldn’t get rid of his mask, though. Come on.

Etho and Tango are both very much party in the back right now. They both got exploded from behind so the backs of their clothing are pretty much demolished. What you see visible of Etho’s original jacket, for example, is basically the only thing left. Just the right half and sleeve. Tango’s in the same boat but he got creative and decided to move the front of his vest thing (the only part which survived) around to cover his back which was very uncovered. His outfit is held together with hopes and dreams and probably some duct tape.

Tango’s pose was an absolute nightmare to draw, btw. I like how it turned out tho. (I actually REALLY like all the little design details in his hair…mostly the funny little tufts on his cheeks. Kinda like sideburns? I guess?)

[eybefioro]

Poor Muriel...

Happy Halloween for those who celebrate 💛

Wacky races - fairly odd parents - powerpuff girls - scooby doo - adventure time

Time lapse and ramblings under the cut :)

Tagging @knifeforkspooncup and @captainblou we should totally watch cartoon!omens on a Sunday morning.

Courage the Cowardly dog gave me NIGHTMARES when I was a child (it still gives me nightmares but we ignore that). Did I ever stop watching it? NO WAY.

It felt appropriate for the spooky month.

This is the refs I used, BTW....

...AND LOOK AT THAT. IS THAT A CAR. YES IT IS. I forgot they had a car. So then. Then here I am drawing the Bentley ONCE AGAIN. everytime this happens. I can't escape her. In every drawing I do there she is.

I've been obsessing over this concept for MONTHS already. In my head it just... fits sooooo well. The nowhere place is the south downs cottage. They keep dealing with weird stuff. Crowley has his snake scary jumpscare instead of the mask. One character is rounder and with fluffy white hair. The other is pointy and tall and bitter. It just... it's ✨️THEM✨️! IT'S ✨️THEM✨️.

I am not 100% satisfied with the result bc I feel like there's some weird stuff that I still don't know how to fix. I don't even know what should I fix LMAO but I guess a big part of it is Courage!Muriel.

I dwelled over drawing the angel Muriel as the cowardly dog because of the proportions. Yall. YALL. the proportions of that dog. Wtf. I love cartoons. They make the wackiest things work. But for the love of god I couldn't make muriel look right. That was the best I could do to make them look a bit like Courage and not complete turn into a dog yk.

Also I think we overlook a lot that ALIENS ARE FUCKIBG REAL IN GOOD OMENS. IF THEY DIDN'T EXIST BEFORE (they did. In my heart) ADAM MADE THEM REAL. LIKE. THERE IS A HONEST TO GOOD UFO IN THAT SHOW. WITH ALIENS. AND WE ALL JUST... IGNORE THAT MOST OF THE TIME. BUT THERE'S ALIENS. And I had to include them ofc bc there is all manner of monsters and aliens and other creepy stuff in Cowardly dog.

And ye. Their cottage is blue and yellow bc I am they are saps. I made all the colors more... happy I guess? Because I couldn't bring myself to make it creepy for some reason. I just want happy vibrant and/or cosy colours in the south downs cottage and I will fight anyone who doesn't agree with me on that

I gave Muriel Muriel's boots bc I am hilarious.

I want to make another drawing of this one, with them inside the cottage. The sitting room in that cartoon is absolutely iconic, it lives in my head since i can remember and it HAUNTS me. But let's see, maybe I should try my hand at another cartoon next.

[airlocksandaviaries]

Some soft Ethan Hunt headcanons for the soul <3

- He cooks for the team. He has like 4 recipes and most of them are casseroles (due to him being from the Midwest). While he doesn’t usually have his hands on the best ingredients and his kitchen methods are questionable (he’ll substitute anything he feels like and has almost started fires on multiple occasions), it’s still always a hit. Benji always adores it and while Luther is dubious he still admits it’s worlds better than the usual on-the-lam takeout.

- He can’t spell for the life of him. It’s just one of those things his brain can’t find the space to concentrate on. It’s not usually noticeable since his tech has auto correct and he uses texting shortcuts on his burner phones, but Will Brant once watched him trying to spell “beautiful” for 10 whole minutes and never lets him hear the end of it.

- He curls up when he sleeps. He’s the kind of person who needs 3 layers of blankets, even in the summer, and he always tucks his covers all the way up to his chin. He lays on his side, almost curled into a ball, tightly wrapped and secure. He never tells anyone, but it’s because it keeps him from flailing due to nightmares. And he enjoys being cozy.

- He likes to make faces in mirrors when he walks past them. Sometimes he runs his hands through his hair. Everyone has caught him doing this at one point or another. It’s a side effect of his talent for acting like different people.

- He. Doodles. Everywhere. If you hand him a paper and a pen, it’s going to be covered with intricate designs and disturbingly realistic eyes and silly cat faces within the next few minutes. Doesn’t matter if it’s scrap paper or the most important document detailing the syndicate’s plans for nuclear war, he’ll find a way to cover it with sketches. He once had a habit of drawing on his skin, but he kicked it as fast as he possibly could. Don’t want any identifying marks in his line of work.

- He’s a hugger. Especially a surprise hugger. He’ll randomly jump his friends when they’re working or resting or standing anywhere and just wrap them in a hug for no particular reason. From behind, from the side, from the front. Curling around them like a koala. He’s tiny enough to where it’s not a problem for them, and everyone enjoys it anyway. Ethan loves keeping his friends close and safe, and that means physically sometimes too.

My askbox is open for requests if anyone wants more btw ☺️💖

[signanothername]

UT/UTMV Asks Masterpost (part 1)

This will only include silly asks

*tip! Those in red text will contain an explicit discussion/visual display of some sort of trigger/content warning, these could be blood, emotional or physical abuse, emotional manipulation, death, self destructive behaviors, implied or discussed suicidal ideation, suggestive content or other sensitive topics

*tip! Those in orange text will contain an implied or mentioned trigger/content warning but no explicit discussion/visual display

*tip! Asks with 💬 are without art, only text

Let me know if I missed color coding anything :)

haha short nightmare short!! shorty!!!

obsessed with how u do killer btw.

I WANT TO EXPLODE YOU

Could you draw a Nightmare sitting on a cut tree trunk (their mom)?

Just wanna say keep up with the angst

Mean girl Nightmare

He’s just a silly little girl causing some chaos <3333

Could I please have a little sketch of nightmare "protecting" Dream from Cross

Bad Sanses reaction to Shatter Dream?

When confronted with his future self, Passive's first instinct is to push Dream behind him 💬

*Explodes but not in a gay way*

*Returns back just to explode in a gay way*

I forgot to kiss the homies goodbye.

What do you think about swapdream?

Why do you like Killer 💬

If you had to give your favourite sanses vehicle modes what would they be? 💬

Nightmare, do you still love your brother? If you don't why don't you kill him at all?

Consider nightmare in grunge fairycore fashion

Killer with kitties

What gave it away????

if there‘s a „Something New“, is there a „Nothing Old“

opinions on skeleton appreciation day :>

cat socks

Color spectrum duo

Guest offer

i’m so happy to see ccino getting more attention!!

ccino our cutie pie <3

i thought nm was doing the mr beast pose for a sec lolol

opinions on Asylum Sans (Asy)???

do you like afterdeath??? Can we get some?

Gaster’s Horrortale request

REQUESTING FOR MURDER!SANS ART

A tiny Nightmare sketch

Shapshifter

do you have any other plans for misplaced hatred? im kind of really obsessed with it

Do you think you might add more onto the misplaced hatred comic soon?

Silly sneak peek

Murder sketch

Nightmare sketch (foreshadowing????)

Bitty Nightmare

Bitty Killer

POKE HOLES IN THE TOPS OF THE JARS

Doodle without context

doodle with your non-dominant hand

Burnt at the stake

Mad scientist Killer

fugly ass heels

Yummy angst

Frenemies

Friend dynamic

Nightmare angst

Fresh

What if the Apple incident was more historically accurate for the time

Sci

Wips and sketches

Ink has certain devices that helps him in warning that he's ruining low of paints

can you do a doodle of nightmare with his hood up please?

Gay

Killer stress ball

What if Nightmare had hair

Consider Nightmare

Hey Dream can you make something or someone health Nightmare's legs or make some mental legs for him?

Frisk and Chara

Ccino and Nightmare

Ink and the Nightmare gang

Horrortale

who is your favorite utmv papyrus?

i love your work so much man it's like the highlight of my day when you post ‼️‼️‼️

That's mean that Killer is probably a Sugar Daddy

i love how you're just THE killer sans person now

I want somebody convincing Dream to smoke

What do you nightmare does, keeps Negativity balanced or he just spread Negativity 💬

What kind of music do you think the bad sanses listen to

bro i'm such a fan of error just massively shitting on nightmare 💬

If Killer are interrest by Cross’ blood and Souls, did he’s interrest by Cross’ unique soul ? 💬

If Nightmare's an ice-cream flavour, what would he be? 💬

What do you think is Killer's favourite ice cream flavour? •w• 💬

Something about Killer is actually scary to me 💬

His fire burned out a long time ago 💬

Golden flower tea 💬

Wait, I'm sorry but in the comic where Killer almost cuts someone's eye out, is that Color or Nightmare? 💬

the short kings go for the kneecaps 💬

Hey, do you think it'd be funny if Killer and Nightmare gossiped about other people together? 💬

nah i can't belive killers just resting his head on nightmares lap like that while nightmare pets him 💬

If Nightmare knew about every spectrum he was on 💬

they, for no particular reason, are wearing cat ears

Cat coded Cross 💬

What is your opinion of Killer with freckles

Silat Sans

I think Toga and Ochako are very Colourkiller

Soriel

I was wondering if there were any nightmare ships you like? Romantically or Platoniclly 💬

Killer costume change

What do we think of apple twins being able to do photosynthesis because their mother is a tree💬

either think THEY'RE the taller twin and that's what they tell everyone

What do you think everyone smells like? Especially killer? 💬

do you think NM could grow or make shift wings out of his tendrils or goop?

Killer and lil Paps

Human Nightmare and Dream

[sualne]

Is there any dad crocodile stuff you've been really itching to talk about or draw?

there’s a bunch of things ive really been wanting to draw! for starters the betrayal comic, nothing epic about it but it’ll be a lot of fun (for me only probably) because i haven’t drawn anything like this in a long long while! also two comics with croc i can’t wait to draw, funnily enough, both takes place in a bathroom. another one is about luffy being overstimulated during a party, there’s many more but i won’t say!

for things to talk about im not sure, that’s a bit vague, so some trivia:

-luffy has a pet bananawani that’s only a few years younger than him, as babies he would drag her around like a plushy (he still do it even as a young adult tbh), her name is Miss Mini Sorbet (crocodile picked it), she’s unusually small for a bananawani (the size of a regular irl croc) and albino (white-yellowish with pink eyes(wanted her to remind of gear 5 luffy, no reasons in particular tho)). she’s actually meant to debut in the next comic!

-croc has stretch marks!!

-both mihawk and luffy are canonically autistic in this au, ive drawn them as the autism creatures but writing it just in case.

-robin and bonclay becomes friends! sharing drinks and clothes and spends time together even when luffy isn’t there.

-luffy has helped croc cut his hair a few time and croc usually takes cares of luffy’s.

-luffy, croc and mihawk once played poker together, surprisingly enough it’s croc who had the most trouble, between mihawk’s impassible expression and luffy going ‘ooh’ ‘woah’ at his own cards despite having bad hands and having so many things that could’ve been tells but weren’t, it was a nightmare for croc.

-mishanks divorce canon btw.

[normal-person-i-promise]

Bad Apple

chapter two

Nightmare's tentacles gently close the doors as he makes his way to you, steps confident, hands behind his back.

When he reaches for you, he tilts your head up to meet his eyes and presses his white teeth to your forehead, dripping the black sludge all over you. The rumbling starts anew from within his hollow ribcage, the warm sound loud enough to echo through yours. He brushes a hand down the side of your face, tender and loving, before he pulls you into a crushing hug, tentacles encircling you, pressing the air — and your cries — out of your lungs.

Petting your hair, he says, "You have no idea how much I've missed you, my love."

that scene inspired by that one drawing by itsxroxxanex. you know the one

same ao3 link btw

dreamtale belongs to jokublog, killer sans belongs to rahafwabas

× × ×

When you wake up, it's wet. Wet and cold.

You don't quite remember falling asleep on something with this kind of consistency, this chill that sent shivers down to your bones.

Though your eyes were still firmly shut, clinging to the last bits of sleep, you could feel... Things coiling around your body, the very same wet and cold being present on them. Everything was wet and cold.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

There's a deep, gentle rumbling from behind you, resonating through your body as you languidly blink open your sleepy eyes, and—

Where are you?! It was beautiful, yes, but—

"Finally awake, doll?" Nightmare's low tone fills the room you lie in, his voice reverberating through your ribcage from where your back was pressed up against him.

You'd nearly forgotten about him.

Your eyes flicker down to your body where his tentacles caressed your skin, entwining themselves in your limbs, securing yours to his. Preventing you from leaving. You instinctively struggle — though in vain — as the jet-black tentacles flex, elongating as they bind you to Nightmare.

"Leaving so soon, love?" You feel him press a bony cheek to the top of your head, nuzzling it into your hair, making the rumbling grow even louder — growing in tandem with your mounting discomfort.

You freeze when you feel his sharp, pitch-black hands caress your arms, feeling every inch of the skin on them as he brings the black phalanges up and down them in a slow, rhythmic motion. Every once in a while, he'd pause to trace small circles on your skin, leaving trails of black, viscous muck in their wake.

You nearly vomit.

The smell was horrible, a disgusting blend of food gone bad and rotting carcasses. It smelt wrong, like it shouldn't be in this state, and that it should smell pleasant and sweet — like how he used to, before...

You attempt to get away again as your limbs twist and turn against their black bonds, but the movements only make Nightmare tighten them. He breathes a sigh, your struggling doing nothing but increasing his sick pleasure.

You stop for a moment — heaving from your futile attempts at freedom — when you feel his sharp fingers gently rake through your hair, pressing strands of it to his nose every once in a while to breathe in your sweet scent, taking in slow breaths one after another.

He tenderly brings the back of his hand down the side of your face, contentedly sighing and shutting his eye as you squirm in his grasp.

He sits there for the longest time, unmoving — and when your muscles grow numb and your limbs feel heavy from struggling, Nightmare grins, the thin smile characteristically splitting his face nearly in half as his eye narrows in contentedness, not unlike the crescent moon.

You're tired now.

You feel him pressing his teeth affectionately against the back of your head, like a kiss, as the tentacles loosen, and— He's spun you around so that you're facing him, kneeling in his sharp, bony lap, your faces inches apart. The tentacles promptly tighten around you as soon as Nightmare moves, squelching and dripping as they coil around your body.

You look at him for only a moment, though it was all you needed.

There's a look of mania in his eye, blown wide — a sadistic sort of love that could only be satisfied by painful screams and tearful eyes.

By suffering.

You pointedly avoid Nightmare's piercing gaze as your eyes look everywhere but him, heaving heavy breaths as you press a hand to your mouth the keep the bile inside you.

He grips your shoulders tightly, leaving small indentations on the surface of your skin where his sharp fingertips lay as he stares into you, practically looking through you, his teal eye light a soulless imitation of a beating SOUL as it glowed like the moon on a dark summer's night. He stares at you for what feels like an eternity, shakily breathing as his whole body shudders to accommodate the slow, laborious breaths he took one after another.

That gentle rumbling grows even louder, impossibly so, just about shaking the bed you both lay on.

Sitting like this feels even worse than just now, what with Nightmare's fingertips digging into you and all eight of his limbs wrapped securely around you, making it hard to breathe.

...

Alright.

You're going to push against him, free yourself, and jump out of that window you saw.

Again.

After all, how high could you possibly be?

You take in a breath before you shove him away, freeing yourself from his surprisingly limp grasp and bolting for the window, adrenaline once again nulling the pain of your aching limbs and broken leg.

Pushing open the great panes of glass with such force you nearly fall out, you see...

Nothing.

Of course, there were black blobs, likely the rest of the building, but the rest was hidden by... Fog, glowing dimly under the light of the moon.

There was no ground.

You draw back slightly when pain erupts from your leg, clenching your hands and letting out a scream of pain as you vomit.

You can't escape in any way other than death.

The bed behind you creaks as Nightmare brings his weight off of it, his footsteps growing louder and louder.

"You would have never escaped my arms if I had so wished, darling."

You feel a bony finger find its way under your chin, gently turning your head and tilting it up, forcing you to stare into Nightmare's eye.

"What kind of lover would I be if I didn't let you breathe?"

His smile was gentle, even empathetic, but his eyelight, SOUL-shaped as it was, was full of a sort of... Madness, an insanity so inconceivable that no one should even be able to get a taste of it, but... There he was, staring at you with an adoration in his eyes as his expression turned fond, eye socket going half-lidded as he grinned wide.

"You're never leaving."

His voice was inappropriately warm and loving, the sort of voice you would use to say the words I love you.

Letting go of your chin and looking out to the fog, he absentmindedly added,

You're dead if you fall."

He chuckles at this, the low sound echoing through the quiet air.

As soon as the words register, you just.. Stare off into the distance, Nightmare turning to you with a sadistic grin on his face.

"I just love it when you're in pain."

Saying this, he bends down to your height, cupping your head in an inky-black hand and drawing a finger across your cheek as the tentacles wound around your limbs.

...

You've had enough.

You square your shoulders as Nightmare brings his hand away from you, tears streaming down your cheeks and falling into nothingness.

You shove him harshly.

Nightmare definitely wasn't expecting that, judging by how much he was set aback — tentacles slipping off your skin as he stumbles on his feet, all eight of his limbs worked hard to get him balanced again.

He looks up at you slowly, eye socket narrowed and grin having vanished.

"You wanna act like that?"

His bony lip curled, brow bones lowering with irritation.

"Fine."

He turns on his heel, tentacles trailing behind him as he briskly walks to the great double doors. He slams them shut loudly, the sound echoing through the empty room you stood in.

You hear the sound of keys turning, no doubt Nightmare locking your only exit.

His footsteps fade away until it's dead silent.

× × ×

It had been days since Nightmare locked those doors — days since he had taken away your friends, taken away your family, taken away your freedom. You hadn't had anything to eat since then, the only thing entering your body being water, supplied by what you hoped was an infinite fountain in the bathroom.

The only thing you did other than figure out how to walk with that piece of wood on your leg and stare longingly out the window was scrub at your clothes in a futile attempt to get the horrid smell off. It never went away, no matter the amount of soap and the intensity you scrubbed at it with. At least there was sort of a crutch you could use to walk, a roughly hewn piece of wood level with your elbows that you found leaning against the chair.

It's when you're looking out the window that you hear hurried footsteps growing louder, urging you to get up from your chair, pulling away from the view — the sound growing closer... Closer...

The sound of locks being rapidly undone fills the room as you back into the corner, your form shrinking defensively as the great double doors burst open and you see a skeleton, just like Dream, stumble into view.

Terror was all you felt. He (you assumed) does not look friendly. Black streaks of what you guessed were tears running down his bony cheeks, eye sockets devoid of any light, the black sockets widening when they met yours — oh! There's a pinprick of white light in the left socket, the tiny light flickering in and out of existence as it almost struggled to keep itself alight. He was wearing an unzipped blue jacket with a fur hood, a black turtleneck beneath it. A mangled red thing floated in front of where his SOUL would be in his ribcage, the thing glitching and warping every now and then. Shorts covered his legs until his knees, pure white except for the streak of black running down their sides.

He steadies himself, grinning widely as his eyes narrow, full of amusement. He raises a brow bone, head (and body) tilting to one side, a bony hand adorned with a black fingerless glove coming up to cradle his chin.

"what do we have here...?" His low, pondering voice is full of mirth, its cheerfulness unexpected to be found in a place like this.

You're shaking as his face scrunches in concentration, probably deciding whether or not to kill you.

"a... human?" His tone is confused, no doubt about the fact that Nightmare, the big scary bad guy, keeping a random human in (what is basically) his attic.

Your voice wasn't used to talking, having not been used for far too long.

"I'm... Yeah." It hurts to force the words out as you avert your eyes, choosing instead to stare intensely at the floor as the skeleton stands up straight from the corner of your vision. He walks towards you, his strides long and sure, extending a hand for you to take and leaving it hanging in the air.

Silence.

Then,

"don't you know how to greet a new pal?"

Hesitantly, you bring a hand up to his, shrieking and nearly fainting when a loud fart noise erupted from where they contacted.

He laughs, throwing his head up and grinning wide as the low baritone fills the room and vibrates your bones.

Wiping away the black tears, he looks back at you when his laughter subsides.

"heheh... the old whoopee-cushion-in-the-hand trick. it's always funny."

He tilts his head again.

"a human, huh? that's hilarious. i'm—"

"KILLER!"

Undoubtedly, that was Nightmare's voice, full of rage.

There's a loud stomping as his feet climb up the stairs, growing louder every second. The skeleton's, who you now knew as Killer, eyes widen in alarm, panic evident on his features.

When Nightmare finally reaches the entrance to the room, he's furious. His eye is narrowed, nearly closed, his white teeth set in a hard frown, displeasure written all over his features. His tentacles were spread behind him, writhing, making him look much bigger than he actually was.

It's nearly impossible to not run and jump out the window right there and then.

But the moment he lays his eye on you, he visibly relaxes, shoulders drooping and brow bones unfurrowing just a little, the tentacles appearing to soften as their movements stilled. He stares at you for a few moments too long before begrudgingly dragging his eye back to Killer, the irritated expression appearing once more.

"Leave. Now." Killer comically salutes at Nightmare's order, sweat beading down his forehead as he makes a break for it, the suspicious sound of someone falling down stairs echoing through the stairwell.

Nightmare's tentacles gently close the doors as he makes his way to you, steps confident, hands behind his back.

When he reaches for you, he tilts your head up to meet his eyes and presses his white teeth to your forehead, dripping the black sludge all over you. The rumbling starts anew from within his hollow ribcage, the warm sound loud enough to echo through yours. He brushes a hand down the side of your face, tender and loving, before he pulls you into a crushing hug, tentacles encircling you, pressing the air — and your cries — out of your lungs.

Petting your hair, he says, "You have no idea how much I've missed you, my love."

He shudders as you shake in his arms, pulling you even closer — as if you weren't close enough — and trembling, his shoulders rising up and down with each shaky breath he took.

After too long, he releases you, bending down to your height.

The tentacles feel your skin as he stares lovingly into your eyes, analyzing the faraway look in them with hands behind his back. As he does so, that SOUL-shaped eyelight comes back, beating and alive.

"Shall you eat? I believe your punishment has been sufficient."

The thought of food makes you salivate as you try to remember the last thing you ate, struggling. It has been far too long since you had eaten.

Upon seeing the look on your face, he grins thinly with a lidded eye, tilting his head a little and raising a brow bone.

"Hungry, doll?"

You look at him for a second before nodding your head frantically.

He pulls away, tentacles reluctantly leaving your form as he walks to the door, chuckling as he looks over his shoulder at you, saying,

"I'll be back, darling."

His tentacles unwillingly leave the room just before the door closes with a click, locking them.

You wait patiently at the little table in your room, busying yourself with studying the intricate engravings in the black glass, the swirls reminding you of how those black apples looked like, winding and twisting into infinity.

The door's locks click open one after another before eventually the doors themselves open slowly, drawing your attention to them as Nightmare emerges holding two hotdogs.

"I... Apologise for the quality of your food. This was the only thing those fools could prepare quickly."

He scowls at nothing in particular.

You practically fall out of your chair in your haste, snatching a hot dog from Nightmare's hand and shoving it down your throat.

It was absolutely heavenly, the flavour exploding in your mouth as you swallow bite after bite.

It's gone in a minute.

You're satisfied; full, as you sigh in contentment, leaning back in your chair.

Nightmare looks at you fondly, gaze softening once he catches a glimpse of yours, the thin grin he wore growing warm upon seeing your happiness.

Placing the other hotdog on the table, he saunters to where you stood, proceeding to smooth your hair, bringing a chunk of it up to his nose and shakily taking a deep breath, basking in the scent of you. He stares at you as he does so, his piercing teal eye making you uncomfortable as his tentacles make their way around you, entwining themselves around your arms and finding their way between your fingers.

A crash comes from beyond the door, Nightmare's calm expression vanishing in an instant as an irate one replaces it.

"And that would be... Forgive me, my dear, but I must leave now."

Holding your head with a hand and brushing your cheek with his thumb, he pulls the tentacles away and turns, quietly closing the double doors and locking them securely.

He left the other hot dog.

You stare, once more, into the distance from the glass window open wide, looking at nothing in particular.

You go to the bathroom, intending to freshen up (you feel horrible), washing your face with the cool water. Looking into the ornate mirror, you see a tired reflection staring back at you, eyes bearing dark circles and your hair untidy and unkempt. You don't remember having any good sleep. It was always the hunger, pressing into your stomach and sending waves of need through you, or the nightmares you always had every night, making you wake up in a cold sweat.

Well, at least the stars were always there, blinking and twinkling back at you as you vent your frustrations, as if trying to comfort you. You'd talk to them more often than not — and when the moon was out, you'd talk to that as well.

The following morning, there was a knocking on your door.

You weren't doing much; just staring out the window as usual. A knock meant food—!

The door opens slowly, a black tentacle making its way in, then another, then another, until Nightmare was standing in your doorway, clutching a plate of what looked like stir-fried hot dog sausages with bread, as well as what you assumed was a sandwich.

Nightmare walks to where you sat on your chair, placing the plate of food on the table in front of you, kneeling to your height. When you look at him, he's just staring at you, teal eyelight boring a hole through you as you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

His black, bony hand comes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He sighs longingly, watching you squirm in your seat as he intrudes more and more into your personal space. He's nearly sitting on your lap now, arms on both of the armrests. he traps you in your chair with his tentacles and arms acting as the bars to your cage. You swallow, averting your gaze as he brings his face close to yours and kisses your forehead lightly, reluctantly pulling back as he heaves a long sigh, eye socket still firmly shut in euphoria.

When he pulls his body away to admire you, you see that his teal eyelight is a SOUL again, beating to the rhythm of something that wasn't there, replaced by an inky black apple. He brings his hands off the armrests as you sigh, relieved, before Nightmare immediately picks you up from the seat and sits in it himself, settling you into his lap, arms securely wrapped around your waist.

He leans his head against your shoulder as he sighs once more, staring at you, leaning more heavily.

He moves, resting his head against the top of yours, the rumbling starting once more as his tentacles wrap around your arms and he delicately laces your fingers with his.

You stay in that position for too long, and you had a feeling that he wouldn't have left if there was no shout of his name from beyond the door.

That was almost always how he left, reluctantly leaving your side as the tentacles trailed off of you, locking the doors.

You ate your food, the hot dogs criminally unseasoned, then spend the rest of the day until lunch staring out the window or scrubbing at your clothes.

The sandwich wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst, either. Just a simple grilled cheese. A pretty filling lunch.

When evening rolls around, you shower before Nightmare enters the room once more, this time holding a plate of fried rice.

"Freshened up, I see?" He looks you up and down, seeing how the clothes he chose for you fit you. They were soft cotton, a lovely cream-coloured nightgown that fell halfway to your ankles.

He sits down in the chair, his tentacles coiling around your arms and dragging you to him, where he forces you to sit in his lap. And there he stays, for an indefinite amount of time, resting his head against the top of yours as the rumbling shook your body, tentacles and arms wrapped around you tightly.

Every minute or so, he'd bring a hand from your waist to your cheek, brushing it down the soft skin of your face gently, sighing.

Of course, there came the shouts.

The tentacles' movements stiffened, his whole body going rigid.

He attempted to ignore it before the shouts came again, louder and more urgent.

He stands up, you in his arms, and lays you gently down in the chair.

He caresses your cheek again before excusing himself.

You ate the fried rice, also criminally unseasoned, and brushed your teeth before going to bed.

And that was the routine.

Every morning, Nightmare would come in bearing your breakfast and a packed lunch. He'd hug you for a while, petting your hair and kissing you, but would leave quickly, saying he had "important business" to attend to as the shouts would grow louder and louder.

Every night, he'd come again, delivering your dinner, and would hug you in bed, whispering sweet nothings into deaf ears. He'd sleep with you sometimes, caging you against him, though you always complained of the wet and cold, of the muck that coated every inch of his body. This also meant you never really slept with him as much as he slept with you.

Nightmare was the only social interaction you had ever since being taken here, other than the stars and the moon — and though they never replied to you, it was comforting, in some strange way, to not hear them speak. It was almost as if they weren't judging you, acting simply as a listening ear. On occasion, you'd hear the melancholy melody of a song, the gentle plucking of strings soothing to your ears.

This cycle went on for a long while — you couldn't tell how long, the minutes blended into hours and the hours blended into days — until you decided to try something. That morning when he came in, placing your food on the small table, you fall to your knees, pressing tightly clenched hands firmly to your forehead, praying this would work.

You bow your head a little.

"Please, Nightmare. Let me out. Even for a moment." Your voice wavered — a shaky, miserable version of your usually sunny tone, full of pleading and a need to get out.

Nightmare takes in a breath sharply, tentacles' movements stilling as the sound of your soft voice cut through the still air. There's a long silence, before—

"That's more like it."

Looking up from beneath your lashes and through your fingers, you see Nightmare leering at you through a half-lidded eye socket, that SOUL shape having returned once more, beating fervently. His hands and tentacles were behind his back, merely appearing to be calm — but his shuddering breaths and tense shoulders gave away his intense elation, anticipating more.

"Alright then, doll." You look up at him, excitement flowing freely through your veins.

"On one condition."

He stares at you, half-lidded eye socket full of a sadistic excitement as his tentacles squirm and slither excitedly.

"Anything."

You say as you stare right back, hopeful eyes wide. He takes a hand from behind his back, and from within the muck that made up his hand, he produces a... Bracelet...?

...

Oh.

It was a pair of long chain handcuffs made out of black steel.

Nightmare grins at you, eye socket narrowing in delight at the expression on your face — a mix of shock, fear, surprise, and regret.

You stare, dumbfounded, as he fastens one cuff to his left hand, looking at you expectantly. It's barely a second before you scramble off the floor and offer your right hand to him all too willingly, his tentacles bringing you closer to him.

The cuff fastens with a click, securing you to him.

He leads you to the door, your freedom—!

And proceeds to pick you up bridal-style, carrying you effortlessly down the stone steps, your body bouncing up and down with each step he took.

The spiral stairs felt like they went on for forever, more steps always waiting whenever Nightmare turned the corner.

There was a deafening silence that blanketed the air around you, all quiet except for the sound of Nightmare's muck falling off his non-existent bones to the cold stone steps.

The smell of moss and dampness fills your nose as you wrinkled it, getting closer to the exit as you began to wriggle in Nightmare's grip.

"Okay! Nightmare—"

He stops abruptly, the chain that bound him to you making a gentle tinkling as it flew about in the air.

There's a creaking of a great door, and—!

You scramble out of Nightmare's grip as you practically bound down the black halls of the castle, forgetting about the handcuff until you're stopped short by it, the sharp, cold metal digging into your wrist and making you cry out. You cradle your wrist as Nightmare calmly walks to where you stand in pain, hands behind his back.

He watches with a disgusting pleasure as his grin widens, the tentacles' movements growing until they're sending black muck flying everywhere in ink-black droplets.

He was everything but calm, regardless of how he appeared.

"Be careful, doll."

He leans down to your height and takes the hand the cuff is fastened around, lowering the black steel and licking the abrasion, sending shivers down your spine.

He licks the bone around his mouth, his eye socket half-lidded and content — but with undertones of want, a beast-like hunger set in his teal eye light.

"You could get hurt."

You snatch your hand away from him, wiping the black saliva that coated it onto your shirt as Nightmare just laughed, maintaining full eye contact with you as his mouth opened wide and peals of laughter took silence's place in the air.

He turns on his heel and pulls harshly against the chain, making you jerk in his direction before begrudgingly walking alongside him.

Your steps echo through the empty castle halls as you stare at the great stained glass windows portraying stories of him and Dream through their life. On the left were portrayals of mostly Dream, typically him and Nightmare spending time together.

The windows slowly but surely lost Nightmare altogether, becoming images of Dream helping people or fighting them.

On the right side, Nightmare dominated the stained glass, the same images being present at the start, though his side just got darker and darker until Dream was gone. Every single one of them portrayed him destroying something, whether it be people or whole worlds, from what you could understand.

You're only pulled out of the story when you round a corner and the stained glass disappears, replaced with an ornate door.

He pushes them open, and the sight of a thousand books greets your eyes, every single one of them settled nicely into beautiful wooden bookshelves. There were soft woollen carpets on the floor, lounge chairs and coffee tables strewn about. Ladders leaned against the tall shelves, lined with silver.

You stare with eyes full of wonder while Nightmare watches you, a content smile on his face.

"You like it, doll?" He looks down at you, his hands behind his back.

You don't answer, instead choosing to run to the shelves and skim the names, choosing one to read.

[little-red-fool]

Another question for you hehehe How does Jackal feel about his body? Does he care about the scars? And how was his recovery after the explosion going? (Btw, did he meet Ocelot befor or after it?)

Ehe thank you :3c

Jackal met Ocelot 10 years after the explosion, which happened during his first mission as a merc. He was far enough from the explosion to not be dealt any fatal or serious injuries, however he was still close enough to get hit by a shit ton of flying glass which caused a lot of lacerations and punctures over his body (most of these were on his front and left side of his body, as well as his right forearm, due to how he tried to turn away and shield his face from the explosion—my drawings are slightly inaccurate though because I just tend to put the scars wherever lmao)(the slice in his left ear and cheek is also from the explosion). A lot of the wounds were quite shallow so none of his vital organs were hit but there were some deeper ones especially around his upper arm, side, and thigh that required a lot of stitches so his physical recovery time was probably around a month since some of the larger and deeper wounds took longer to heal.

The mental aspect of his recovery took a bit longer—he’d served in the military for 10 years prior to becoming a merc but even then he’d gotten through it with barely a scratch, maybe a couple scars here and there but they were usually small and easy to cover. Which is quite a big difference to having your body become a mosaic of scars that are difficult to hide, and the pain was probably the worst thing he’d ever felt as well. Even after being physically recovered for some time he didn’t go on any missions for a while due to the fear of something like that happening to him again. He still has nightmares about it but it doesn’t bother him as much and he’ll talk about it a bit if asked but he doesn’t like to go into detail.

As for how he feels about his scars, when they were newer he was very insecure about them—Jackal’s always been a little vain (so as to how he feels about his body in general—👍) and gaining that many scars all over his body pretty much overnight was quite upsetting for him, so he’d try to cover them up the best he could, like always wearing long sleeves and trousers, and it’s also the reason he grew out his hair, so he could hide his ear and cheek better. But yeah the explosion damaged his self-esteem quite a bit. I think him getting shot in the mouth later on actually helped him feel differently about his scars, because that could have killed him, it shattered part of his skull and ripped out one of his teeth, but he still survived with scaring and got a metal plate in his skull with a replacement tooth that could be used as a weapon. After that he started viewing his scars more as ‘well I’m a really tough guy to fucking kill, if I can survive that I can survive anything’. It also got him to feel better about his previously derogatory nickname “jackal” which he got in the army for his cowardice and untrustworthiness, but turns out jackals are notoriously tricky and apparently known to “cheat death” so it’s something else he started to wear with pride too. I’ve mentioned previously in another post but the explosion was how he got the “Glass” part of his nickname “Glass Jackal”. Now he actually quite likes his scars as again they’re proof of how difficult he is to kill, and he’s comfortable with showing them now which is why he can wear tank tops without feeling insecure. He does get a few stares and questions because even for a soldier he’s got quite a lot of scars, and it does annoy him a little but he also thinks it adds some mystery and an intimidation factor which he’s alright with.

[billyfazworth]

Should post more about my WIP HN AU lmao

Screenshot's pretty blurry (and since I can't draw) I like to imagine that Reset Day era Nicky looks like this for my AU.

He's a lot more relaxed, let his hair be a bit longer, and (and I really wish I have that image for what this trope is called so I apologize if Idk the name of it) he gained a bit more weight because he's actually healthy now and not bloody broke in his apartment (he and Ivan started a small engineering firm, a callback to his dream job in Waking Nightmare)

Still working out the kinks on the future/modern era of the AU so it's not much, what I will say though is that he does take care of Piper and Delia from Book 7 following the ending of said book (even if the events of the book are altered)

Photo's from the Hello & Goodbye music video by JT music btw, go listen to it, banger tune!

[inexplicifics]

I don't know if you are still writing the domestic asks (btw the M'laiden one hurt me (affectionate)), but maybe "painting their nails" with Eskel and Jaskier? Just because i love this two and isn't a prompt or a fic with this scene (that i had read at least). <3

Eskel gets home after a long fucking day to find that the overhead lights are off, and there are little electric tealights flickering on almost every surface. The electric tealights are a compromise: Jaskier loves candlelight, but he’s also absent-minded enough when in the throes of creation that he tends to forget he’s lit them. The table has two rather impressive burn scars on its surface, and Eskel still has occasional nightmares about the incident with the rug which could have gone very badly. So electric tealights it shall be from now on.

“Eskel, love!” Jaskier calls from upstairs. “Come on up - I’ve drawn a bath for you!”

Eskel blinks and bends down wearily to unlace his boots. A bath sounds…really nice, actually.

They have a positively enormous bathtub, large enough for two fairly tall men to stretch out in, and Jaskier has filled it most of the way with steaming hot water and added some of the bath salts that Eskel actually enjoys the smell of. Eskel pauses in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at his lover, who is sitting on the edge of the bath wearing a pair of tight shorts and a bright grin and nothing else. There are more tealights on all the counters, and a basket of bathing supplies next to Jaskier’s knee.

“What’s the occasion, buttercup?” Eskel asks, tugging his shirt off.

“I finished my album!” Jaskier chirps. “And I’ve been neglecting you.”

Eskel shakes his head. “I don’t feel neglected.” And he doesn’t. Even when Jaskier is deep in the creative fugue, he turns towards Eskel like a flower to the sun when Eskel comes in to bring him food or coax him into actually coming to bed at half past two in the morning.

“Yes, but I feel neglectful,” Jaskier says. “Come here and let me pamper you, sweetheart.”

“Yes, dear,” Eskel chuckles, and unbuttons his pants, stepping out of them and tossing them and his shirt and boxers into the hamper. Jaskier gives him a once-over and a cheerfully lascivious whistle. Eskel snorts.

“What? You’re really absurdly handsome, my darling,” Jaskier leers. “Come here. I’ve got it nice and hot for you.”

“Yeah you do,” Eskel agrees, and crosses the bathroom, bending to cup Jaskier’s face in his hands and kiss him deeply before stepping into the tub. The water is just short of too hot, and Eskel sinks into it with a long sigh of pleasure.

“There you go, darling,” Jaskier croons. “You just sit back and let me fuss.”

“Yes, dear,” Eskel laughs, and lets his head fall back against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes and relaxing completely.

Jaskier hums a soft tune while he scrubs Eskel down from toes to shoulders, and then coaxes Eskel into sitting up enough that Jaskier can wash his hair. Eskel drifts, halfway asleep, wrapped in warm contentment.

He wakes up a little when Jaskier draws one of his hands out of the water, pats it dry, and begins…doing something Eskel can’t quite parse with his eyes closed. He blinks the water from his eyelashes and looks down to find that Jaskier is…

“Are you painting my nails, buttercup?” he laughs.

“Yep,” Jaskier confirms, not looking up from the careful strokes of his little brush. The polish is clear, somewhat to Eskel’s surprise - he was expecting a bright color, possibly red. “It’s supposed to make your nails stronger and healthier.”

“I see,” Eskel says. “Carry on, then.” He closes his eyes again and lets himself doze. Jaskier keeps humming, a soft repetitive tune like a lullaby, as he puts a coat of polish on each of the nails of Eskel’s left hand and then drapes it carefully over the edge of the tub so it won’t get wet. He shifts carefully around the edge of the tub - getting a freestanding version was a very good choice, for a lot of reasons - and Eskel lifts his other hand out of the water to let Jaskier tend to those nails, too.

“Alright, love,” Jaskier murmurs after some uncounted, blissful time. “Time to get out, before you turn into a prune.”

Eskel snickers as he sits up. “A prune?”

“A very handsome prune,” Jaskier assures him, steadying Eskel as he steps out. “Nope nope nope, you just hold still and let me do everything - that polish isn’t quite dry yet.”

Eskel holds still obediently, arms held out, as Jaskier pats him down with a towel and then kisses him softly. “Come on to bed, love. You look done in.”

Eskel lets Jaskier steer him into the bedroom and chivvy him into bed, keeping his hands carefully atop the blankets so the polish won’t get smudged. Jaskier kisses him again.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Eskel slurs, and is asleep before Jaskier even finishes draining the tub.

The next day, he can’t help smiling every time he catches sight of his fingernails, glossy and smooth with a coat of strengthening polish to protect them.