#i feel like i drew him too cutesy

[fourfanetc]

headcanon that scarab has an insane sweet tooth

[annasfantasies]

Star’s girl III.

/Drew Starkey x fem!reader

part II. masterlist

ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

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yourusername he burnt the cookies🙄

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drewstarkey no one believe her please. it’s not true

yourusername @/drewstarkey you’re delusional

user he smokes😔

user @/user and he looks good doing so

madelyncline the breakfast looks so good

yourusername @/madelyncline ty I made it

user what if she is writing a song

user @/user please no she Is probably terrible singer

drewstarkey @/user she is actually great singer

user @/drewstarkey we love protective bf

yourbestfriend my favourite couple

yourusername @/yourbestfriend 💕

user he is so gorgeous

yourusername @/user right?!

user idk who I need more

user all 10 fingers

user @/user girl what- (me too)

user @/user whole arm

user do you do weddings? (as bride)

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yourusername getting into the xmas spirit

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madisonbailybabe what a cute kitten

yourusername @/madisonbailybabe my kid since Drew won’t give me human one

drewstarkey @/yourusername after wedding

yourusername @/drewstarkey is this proposal?

user @/drewstarkey WHAT

yourbestfriend is it me in the first pic?

yourusername @/yourbestfriend yes mama

drewstarkey not this picture

yourusername @/drewstarkey I love it

user my parents

user he can light my insides

user @/user oh

user why do I have feeling he is gonna propose on Christmas?

user @/user omg I hope so🤞 i love them

yourbestfriend im better then him😏

user I need him

user raw, next question

madelyncline marry me

drewstarkey @/madelyncline no she’s mine

yourusername @/drewstarkey don’t be selfish

user TELL DREW THAT I LOVE HIM

yourusername @/user he is honoured

user @/yourusername OMG HII ILY

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yourusername girls night💋

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yourbestfriend wild in the club and cozy in the apartment

yourusername @/yourbestfriend still can’t believe it

user @/yourusername I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

drewstarkey 🔥🔥

yourusername @/drewstarkey 🤭🤭

madelyncline we need to go again

yourusername @/madelyncline cant waitt

user @/madelyncline I wanna go too😔😔

user she is so hot I physically can’t take it anymore

user madelyn looks so good

user @/user all of them do

user @/user they are like goddess

madisonbailybabe it girls

yourusername @/madisonbailybabe u’re making me blush🤭

madelyncline @/madisonbailybabe like you😘

drewstarkey my beautiful girl❤️

yourusername @/drewstarkey ure so cute I’m gonna cry

user @/drewstarkey 🥹🥹

user everyone looks so good

user my legs just divorced

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yourusername xmas preparations

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user cutesy

madelyncline you’re so cute and he is he ig

yourusername @/madelyncline so sweet💕

drewstarkey @/madeyncline you’re so mean

user the dog is so cute omg

yourusername @/user my baby🥹

user @/yourusername OH MY GOD YOU REPLIED

drewstarkey you’re my little miracle

yourusername @/drewstarkey 💋❤️

yourbestfriend @/drewstarkey just got a toothache

user MY PARENTS

yourusername @/user hi kid 👋

user I bet they burnt the cookies again

yourusername @/user he did

user I’m not a waitress but I would take his tip

user @/user what-

user @/user yk what? Hell yeah

yourbestfriend you guys are so cute I wanna puke

yourusername @/yourbestfriend love you❤️

user I need him to hold me like that 😔😔

user the matching pjs🥹

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drewstarkey

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yourusername merry Christmas❤️

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drewstarkey love you now and forever

yourusername @/drewstarkey bitch I’m gonna cry 

user why is no one talking about Drew’s story

user @/user it’s So cute

user HIS ARMS

madelyncline did he give you the kid you wanted?

yourusername @/madelyncline no :(

yourbestfriend @/yourusername I can give you one😏

yourusername @/yourbestfriend come over

drewstarkey @/yourusername yk I can see this

user you’re glowing

madisonbailybabe the gingerbread house looks so good

yourusername @/madisonbailybabe thank you babe

drewstarkey @/madisonbailybabe she didn’t let me touch it

yourusername @/drewstarkey you would ruin it

user @/yourusername HELP BAHAHAJAJA😭😭😭

user @/drewstarkey touch what-

user hope he is under my tree

madelyncline threesome

yourusername @/madelyncline WHAT

user @/madelyncline THEY ARE GETTIMG FREAKY AGAIN

user @/madelyncline I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE

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drewstarkey my favourite present

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yourusername come and unwrap me then

drewstarkey @/yourusername 🏃🏃

user @/yourusername WOAH 😨

yourbestfriend MY PARENTS

yourusername @/yourbestfriend OUR CHILD

user idk who I want to be more

user @/user I wanna be sandwiched between them

user she is so lucky

user THE HAND PLACEMENT

madelyncline I’m Grinch and I’m gonna steal her from you🥰

drewstarkey @/madelyncline she is locked in my basement. Good luck getting in there

yourusername @/drewstarkey what

user @/drewstarkey oh

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ALL CREDITS GO TO THE AUTHORS OF THE PICTURES

A/N: merry Christmas to everyone ❤️

Comments and reblogs are always welcomed. Also you can request something if you want🫶

[dee-writes-anime]

Can i request something hawks x really introverted reader, so very different from him. you can choose everything else, just how he would menage things if you were dating

The "A" Team

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY You join Hawks at a hero charity event.

CONTENT WARNINGS introverted reader, soft hawks, hero event, cutesy fluff :)

AUTHORS NOTE Another introverted reader request done! I got this pretty close to the first one and I have a feeling the anon might be the same person thinking I didn't get their ask, but either way, I hope you like it, anon! <3

You weren't sure how you ended up agreeing to this. It was supposed to be a quiet night in—a rare chance for you and Keigo to unwind without the noise of the outside world. Yet here you were, standing in front of your mirror, smoothing the fabric of your dress, already feeling the beginnings of anxiety twist in your stomach.

Keigo, Hawks, your boyfriend of the past year, was waiting in the living room. He had convinced you, ever so gently, to join him at an important hero-related event—a charity gala organized by the Hero Commission. It was the type of high-profile gathering that drew media attention, pro-heroes from all over the country, and, worst of all, crowds.

But Keigo had a way of making you feel like you could handle anything, even when it pushed you far beyond your comfort zone. His energy, his boundless enthusiasm—it was contagious, sometimes too much for you, but it was also a warmth you couldn’t help but love. And now, you were preparing to step into his world, just for a night.

“You ready, dove?” His voice broke the quiet of the room as he peeked around the corner, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement. He looked impossibly good in his fitted suit, his wings tucked behind him, perfectly styled for the event.

You took a deep breath and nodded, though your fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

He noticed the tension immediately, crossing the room in a few quick strides. “Hey, don’t worry. We’ll be in and out, alright? I know it’s not your scene, but I’ll stick with you the whole time. We’re a team.”

You smiled softly, the reassurance in his voice easing some of your nerves. You appreciated how he never pushed too hard, always offering you an out if you needed it. Keigo was all about the spotlight, but with you, he was patient. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

The venue was even grander than you had imagined. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the crowd of finely dressed heroes and socialites. A soft hum of conversation filled the room, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter or the flash of a camera. Your heart raced as you stepped inside, Keigo's arm looped protectively around your waist, his presence grounding you amidst the unfamiliar chaos.

"Just stick close, dove," he murmured into your ear, sensing the way your body tensed under the weight of the atmosphere. His voice was low, comforting. "You're doing great."

You managed a nod, gripping his arm a little tighter. This world of glitz and glamour, of flashing lights and constant attention, was so far removed from the quiet existence you preferred. But Keigo made it bearable. He always knew when to push and when to pull back.

As the two of you made your way further into the room, you could feel the eyes of the crowd turning in your direction. Not because of you, of course, but because of him. Hawks was one of the most famous pro-heroes in the country, and wherever he went, people followed. You had grown used to it by now—the way people gravitated toward him, as if drawn by some invisible force.

"Keigo!" A voice called out, and you turned to see a group of heroes approaching, all smiles and eager handshakes. Hawks greeted them with his usual charm, his wings fluttering slightly as he chatted with them, but you stayed silent at his side, offering a polite smile when they glanced your way. It was always like this at events—Keigo was the star, and you were the quiet shadow, content to let him shine.

But tonight, the spotlight felt a little too bright.

"Keigo, who's this lovely lady?" One of the heroes asked, a playful grin on his face. "Don't tell me you've been keeping her a secret!"

You stiffened slightly, feeling the weight of their attention shift toward you. Social interactions had never been your strong suit, and being at the center of it—even for a brief moment—sent a wave of anxiety washing over you.

Keigo, ever perceptive, sensed your discomfort immediately. His arm tightened around you slightly, pulling you closer into his side. "This is my girlfriend," he said smoothly, his voice full of pride but gentle, as if offering you a buffer from the sudden attention. "She’s not really one for the limelight, but she’s the one who keeps me grounded."

Your heart swelled at his words, though the tension in your chest remained. You gave the heroes another small, polite smile, praying the conversation would move on quickly.

And it did—thanks to Keigo. He had this effortless way of steering conversations, of drawing attention away from you whenever he sensed you were uncomfortable. It was one of the many ways he protected you in situations like these, never letting the pressure grow too much.

The evening wore on, with more introductions, more conversations, and more small talk. You managed to keep up, though each interaction drained you a little more. The noise, the crowds, the constant buzzing energy—it all felt so overwhelming.

At one point, you found yourself standing by the bar, Keigo chatting with a few other pro-heroes nearby. Your gaze drifted around the room, watching as the party swirled around you, feeling more and more like an outsider in this glittering world.

“You alright, dove?” Keigo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was suddenly beside you, his golden eyes filled with concern as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You’re looking a little pale.”

“I’m fine,” you replied softly, though your voice betrayed the exhaustion you were starting to feel. “Just…a little overwhelmed.”

Keigo frowned, his hand slipping down to take yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You wanna head out? I’ve made my rounds, kissed enough babies for one night.”

You hesitated, torn between wanting to escape the suffocating atmosphere and not wanting to drag him away from an event that was clearly important for his career.

“I don’t want to ruin your night,” you said quietly.

“Ruin it?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Dove, you being here with me makes my night. And if you’re not comfortable, we leave. Simple as that.”

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a rush of gratitude and love for the man standing before you. He had such a big heart, always looking out for you, even in situations where he was the one who should be the focus.

“Okay,” you agreed softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in return. “Let’s go.”

The two of you left the gala not long after, slipping out into the cool night air. The noise of the event faded behind you, replaced by the soft rustling of leaves in the nearby trees and the distant sounds of the city. Keigo led you down a quiet street, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he held you close.

“See?” he said with a grin, glancing down at you. “Told you we’d be in and out.”

You smiled up at him, feeling the last of your tension melt away in the peaceful quiet. “You’re right. Thanks for…you know, understanding.”

“Hey, it’s what I do,” he said lightly, though there was a depth of sincerity in his eyes. “I know I can be a bit…much sometimes. But I want you to know that you’re my priority. If you’re not comfortable, I’m not comfortable.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. “You’re not too much,” you murmured. “You’re just…you. And I love that about you.”

He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, dove.”

As the two of you walked through the quiet night, away from the noise and the crowds, you realized that this was what mattered most. Not the flashy events or the public appearances, but the quiet moments you shared, just the two of you. Keigo might be a hero to the world, but to you, he was simply the man who made you feel safe, no matter how overwhelming the world around you became.

And that was more than enough.

[spiderfunkz]

heyy could you do a peter parker blurb based on him asking you out on the last day of school? i love ur writing btw

✧ LOVE ON A LAST DAY.

summary : someone has a pretty crush on you!

word count : 0,7k

contains : fluff, fem!reader, super cutesy stuff.

a/n : next month i'll be graduating so this prompt is actually perfect omg omg, thank u for requesting anon i hope u like this !!! 🤭 i used the word 'smile' so much in this i apologize

"hey, peter!"

you waved cheerfully,

it was the last day of school. the final bell just rang and everyone is running out of the building yelling, cheering, crying, and smiling. papers were scattered, pens fell out of backpacks, shirts were signed, and flowers were exchanged.

you were going to hangout with your friends but that's when you spot peter at the end of the hall. hair messy, backpack full, his hands were in his pocket, he looked very nervous.

but you weren't going to leave him alone like that, it's been a while since you two have catched up.

you have been friends since middle-school, but as friends do, they drift apart, though you've never lost that spark with peter. you loved his company & he loved yours.

"hi!" peter waved.

you catch up to him, "hey, i didn't see you anywhere today! you haven't gotten a chance to sign my jacket yet. here," you pass a marker.

"i saved you a spot to sign." he nods, signing it.

you smile, "aw, this looks perfect."

he smiles too, he seems to be very smiley every time he's around you.

sometimes he forgets that you can see how much he smiles when he's near you, or how you can see that he's clearly staring at you.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you rub your cheek,

"oh, no. no you don't, sorry."

"you sure?"

he nods.

"you're weirdly quiet. you okay? i'm still going to the same college as you if that's what you're worrying about," you giggle.

peter has always loved how easy you are to talk to. in a way that there's never awkward pauses between conversations, and how your smile makes everything feel so calm and nice.

"i know. i just, uh-" he fiddles with something in his pocket, "there's something i wanna say, if that's okay."

"yeah, why wouldn't it not be okay?"

he shakes his head, smiling.

he passes you a picture from his pocket along with a small flower he picked.

you take it, your hand softly brushing his hand for a second.

it was a picture he took 2 months ago. you remember the day very well.

it was hot, awfully hot for new york. there were no clouds, the skies were clear and everybody was talking about it. how eager they are to take a walk and how excited they are to enjoy time outside.

though you and peter wanted nothing more but to stay inside, but this doesn't happen everyday. so why not try your best to enjoy it?

you were at the park and just finished your 2nd cup of lemonade (it was peter's), peter brought his camera for memories. your hair kept sticking to your face and it didn't help that you were smiling a ton so it got in your lipgloss as well.

suddenly wind came and flew past you. the air felt cool for a second and your hair went all over your face, you still smiled though.

peter saw and took a picture immediately, the sun perfectly leaving a glow on your hair, also giving your lips a nice glow.

"did you just take a picture?" he quickly shook his head, "yes you did! let me see!" — "no! i know you're just gonna delete it."

you finally saw the picture. at the bottom you can see a handwritten note on it. a beautiful day with the most beautiful girl!

"peter, this is so cute. you- you took this?" you asked, he nods shyly.

you couldn't hide the fact that your face grew red. "i was wondering... if maybe the most beautiful girl in the world would like to maybe.. like to.. go out with me sometimes..?"

peter said, whispering the last few words, looking down at his shoes, the doodled converses you once drew on.

you smile, "i'd love to."

he looks up, shocked. "really?"

"yeah! i mean all of this coming from the most prettiest, talented, caring boy in the world? how could i say no?" you smile, teasingly.

peter smiles.

he thinks for a second before taking the small flower from your hands and tucking it behind your ear, "pretty." he says, stated actually.

"so are you going to walk me home now, most beautiful boy in the world?" you ask. he nods almost immediately, "absolutely, most perfect girl in the world."

you walk outside the building, your hand holding his.

"just so you know i'm gonna draw a big red heart around your signature on my jacket."

[frillydolle]

Hellooooo!!! I love ur page so much it’s so cutesy><<<

If u can and want to write hurt/comfort w Arthur Morgan plssss

Maybe they argue and he yells at her too loudly n scared her off sum, it’s all up to u💗💗

arthur morgan x farmer's daughter reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ hidden relationship , angst , father is an alcoholic , mother doesn't talk to you often , argument , slight comfort at the end.

your mother and father hated outlaws, you knew that well. growing up, they made sure you knew their feelings towards them: nothing more than merciless and ruthless killers. there wasn't one moment that they didn't mutter hatred spews everytime he read their crimes from the newspapers, wanted them gone by the lawmen. you were in love with one.

for as long as you've known arthur, he was always an outlaw while you were terrified of outlaws, but there was something... different about him that drew you to him. either it was his charm or the way he'd would take your teasing words with a smirk on his face. you were enthralled with him and he with you, never met a better man than arthur morgan.

now, after getting seen with him, you've barely heard anything from arthur, just assuming he got really busy being.. you know, an outlaw and... outlaw stuff. you've written countless letters to him and nothing in return which had your worries. out of boredom mixed with melancholy, you wrote another letter to him about needing to see him again and this time, he received it.

“oh arthur, you came!” you say as you quickly make your way over him, wrapping ur arms around his neck in an embrace, and he automatically wrapped his arms around your waist. “'course i did. y'called 'nd i heard.” he replied, kissing your temple. thankfully, your parents weren't in. probably in the town of strawberry, doing whatever.

and then you finally said it. “i didn't mean for daddy to talk to you like that... 'm sorry, arthur.” your daddy... he wasn't a nice man. to him or you, liked the bottle too much. arthur hated the way he treated you and your mother, your father didn't care about no one else but himself.

“it's just— 'm sorry for last time, i was worried about you— 'nd daddy that i—” he cut you off, he never did that unless he was upset. “'m a bigger fool than i even thought.” he says as he turns to walk away from you, and yet you catch his hand, intertwining your fingers into his.

“n—no, wait, arthur! i didn't mean it like that, i just—” everything was just so difficult, and everything was just so overwhelming. you didn't want to lose your boyfriend or your father by some silly mistake of getting caught. “i know he wasn't kind to you, he shouldn't have treated you like—”

“like i ain't worth it? like i don't belong with ya 'nd yer family? is that it?” he says, tone laced with a sort of sterness as you look away, being the guilt beginning to eat at you. you knew your mother and father didn't think much of him but that didn't mean anything, you still love him after all. you didn't think a relationship would be so... overwhelming, being those annoying tears swell up in ur doll-like gaze. you backed off from arthur.

“it ain't like that! my family just want me to have a better life than—” you weren't even sure what to say, you just wanted to welcome hin back proper, like usual. “than me?” his words made you pull away slightly, feeling the tears. oh, your mind was racing, couldnt even think properly. “than choices you make, arthur! i just— they wanted better but 'm happy with you.”

don't cry. don't cry. don't cry.

“we've got different lives 'nd yours ain't right, livin' like that-” “yer life ain't any better than mine, with a drunken daddy on the farm like that. with ya comin' t'me fer someone to talk to?” he practically sneered, giving you a stern look.

god, you felt pathetic as you looked away. hiding the pretty pout and the tears that streaked down ur face, all because he intimidated you as she spilled the truth to you. your father was quite the drinker and you didn't get along with your mother well amd arthur all about that. he used it against you.

damn him and his silver tongue.

his gaze softened as your silent crying grounded him, he felt like such a god awful fool for speaking to you like that. what a idiot you are, morgan. the guilt was now eating at him as he just stood there for a few moments, watching you walk away to sit by the wooden seat, just outside your home. he felt bad, really bad but he was never good at words. well, more like he was never good at expressing his emotions. more of an action man.

he walks over to you, kneeling down infront of you. he hated himself for putting you in such a situation, ending you in such a mess. “you can be so mean, arthur...” you sniffled, looking down at him slightly as his hands reach out to hold yours. he had to admit, you are pretty when you are.

“'m sorry, darlin'.. didn't mean that, any of it. yer my sweet girl, always have been.” he says, his voice as he was gaining the attention of a wounded doe. he always treated you in such a way that often made you giggle, thinking about it every night. arthur stands up, and then he sits beside you, and before you know, he guides your head to rest on his shoulder.

“im sorry, sweetheart. i really am.”

“... i know.” arthur then wraps his shoulder around you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

[nectardaddy]

full throttle | sakusa kiyoomi

chapter thirteen | parking garage | 🏎️

masterlist

The air was silent, a void of sound, the engine turned off from parking only twenty minutes ago - one could hear a pin drop if they wanted. Parking his car in the open space of a garage lot, one he frequently went to just to get away; and one he absentmindedly took her to now because he simply couldn't clear his mind.

Picking her up only to be found breathless, and lost yet again - so he took her here. The, almost to a T, script he made in his mind vanishing within a second as she looked at him. He was absolutely doomed - he couldn't speak, couldn't think, and most certainly, didn't know how to act.

"I really like you." He didn't realize his own words, not noticing they slipped past his lips until they were already in the air. Hanging by a dangerously thin thread, floating, until she finally took them with caution. Her lips parted to speak at the sudden words but closed abruptly as she let the phrase simmer in her subconscious.

"You do?" A gentle, but prodding question asked by her; one that made him feel silly all over again. A question to which he couldn't find words anymore and simply nodded, ridiculing himself within his mind. But thoughts drew a complete blank when a smile peaked at the corners of her lips, a ghost of one, one that made him swallow hard at what was yet to come. "I really like you too, Kiyoomi."

"Damn," he breathed out hopelessly. To which she couldn't help but chuckle, the outburst causing her small smile to grow as she laughed.

"You say it like it's a bad thing," she mused. Wrapping her mind around the singular word forgivingly, tenderly holding as she wanted him to say more. To say what he meant; to not skirt around the thought with sand paper words.

"No," he corrected quickly. "No, not at all. Actually far from it." Finally finding the confidence within himself to look at her, he found himself with lack of oxygen once more. The dim light of the parking garage hid her features well, but he was hopeless all the same. "I'm an idiot for not talking to you, I'm sorry."

"You'd only be an idiot if you stopped talking to me all together." She was teasing him, prodding at the situation with a silly smile on her lips. A phrase he couldn't help but allow a breathy laugh to leave his lips from; one that finally made the tension in the air subside and his shoulders drop.

"I'm not that much of an idiot." A small smile pulling at the corners of his lips, looking to her like he finally managed to reach for something glorious. Fuck, she's beautiful, I am an idiot. "I won't fuck it up like a did in high school."

"What?" You asked in a chuckle, "you liked me in high school?"

"Oh, I was obsessed with you in high school," spoken in an exasperated breath, smile still pulling at his cheeks.

"You're not obsessed now?"

"You're the whole reason I won last week. If that's what obsessed then I don't know what to call it."

a cutesy chapter is coming after this one!

she was actively still in the car with him while sending those texts lmao

he was driving though so it's ok

he can flirt - just a little

kicking my feet at this chapter, it's happening FINALLY

the boy's gc is going to lose their minds over this when omi tells them

taglist under cut (I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT ILY)

@wyrcan @hilichurl-lover @neuviloved @mayariviolet @wqnsho

@chosugarplum @dontmindtheevie @ilyless @phoenix-eclipses @kitnootkat

@azuremyst99 @wolffmaiden @localgaytrainwreck @eggyrocks @plutosalwayslost

@yuminako @aliensstolemyheart @msameikanevaeh @chizunata @cherrypieyourface

@gra-eae @punkhazardlaw @iheartamora @whoislesiless @whosmarjj

@chemiru @whosmarjj

[iocles]

Bachira Hcs :3

• Was definitely the type of kid to collect bugs and treat them as his friends, total result of bullying💀

• CANNOT sit in a chair correctly for the life of him, it's so bad

• Moves too much in his sleep, and a chronic sleep kicker

• those sleep kicks HURT

• Borderline unintelligible writing, but that's only when he doesn't feel like writing neatly

• That's why he drew a dolphin on his toothbrush instead of writing his name, didn't think it was important to write it

• Has leaned back in his chair at school and fallen, always swears to the teacher that it won't happen again (it will)

• Probably goes up the stairs on all fours for funsies

• Makes a MEAN protein shake (I don't know why I thought of this, but it makes sense to me💔)

• Does NOT shut up whenever anyone asks him about soccer, whether they're apart of Blue Lock or not

• Spam texter 😟

• HE KICKS HIS FRIENDS IN THE BACK OF THE KNEE

• Chronic test paper doodler, has lost points on tests for it

• Has millions of playlists that he made for no reason, literally just playlists he made for a specific day and never listened to again.

• Has been posted on his school's "caught sleeping" account, VARIOUS times...

• Sings in the shower💔

• His tiktok is a total shit posting account, maybe once in a while he'll post a pic of himself

• Same thing with any of his social media, his instagram notes are STRAIGHT BRAINROT

• Tried to watch Hamilton because Isagi recommended it to him, fell asleep half way and never finished it.

AHHH FIRST REAL POST I literally need to learn how to make these posts cutesy and decorated but I'm on mobile n don't have a laptop jajaja

[sadistic-kiss]

Use Me (Kinktober Fic)

Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Ten.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Choso wasn't the one to overdo it when it came to smoking. He was a stoner through and through and could out-smoke anyone. But he had to say he was feeling higher than he'd ever been before.

Which was a little strange…

His room seemed clouded with smoke that waved around like the ocean. He could have sworn the window was open… The LED lights he had flashed different colors, colors other than the ones he had set, like red, blue, and purple. This further drew him into the hazy illusion of being somewhere besides his room, somewhere out of this world.

And then there was you.

His sinful angel.  

You were kneeling between his legs, licking and sucking upon his pierced cock with care. He expected you to go for the kill with how hungry you must have been but no. You waited patiently for him to pull his cock out and then looked at him with big wide eyes until he told you to go ahead. He sat back melting into the couch as you took the reigns. You had been patient so he thought an award was to be given.      

Your lips upon his length, and your eyes blinking up at him with that greedy lust that he always enjoyed. Truly this is an award for both of you if you thought about it.

Not too much… He had reminded himself as he moaned, hips twitching for more. He couldn't keep his half-lidded gaze off of you. You were much too beautiful, wickedly so. You worshipped his cock like it was something he bestowed upon you from heaven itself. You kissed his tip appreciatively and then went in with your tongue. Flicking up and down, getting him nice and wet. When the pre cum bubbled at the top you plopped his cock into your mouth with a loud suction pop.

“Mmmm~.” you hummed as your eyes rolled.

“Ngh-” he hissed reaching out to grab your hair, you were licking greedily at him, sucking and searching for more of his cum.

“Good girl…mm,” He spoke breathlessly as he neared his peak. “…are you going to swallow every last drop?”

You nodded and squirmed eagerly.

That was all he needed as his head lolled back and he took a choked breath, However right before he was going to burst you pulled away from him.

“Ah-“ His eye pinched in pain from the swift loss of pleasure. “-What-“

“I~” You looked at him with a lean of your head. “I change my mind… I want you here…” You touch between your legs.

Cumming in your mouth and cumming in your pussy were two different things. The first one gave you power but the second one gave you...well power too but much more. He thought a nice meal would be fine as long as he wasn’t going overboard…but now…he was unsure about that one.

He leaned forward, rubbing your arms gently, he wasn't selfish so he wasn't gonna make you give him a blow job and that's it so he offered something else.

“You want me to eat you out?” He gave you sly smirk as he took his hair down, he knew you liked feeling his tongue piercing against your clit. Along with pulling his hair out of his scalp but he didn't mind. It always made you squirm and make the cutest noises.

“No…" You shook your head, even though he saw how your eyes lit up, "I want you…Choso ~” You got up to brush your lips upon his, nuzzling him gently. “…please~”

You twirled in hair around your fingers and rubbed him gently. Your voice echoed within this foggy domain.

"Choso~?"

He was like a man lost at sea and a siren was calling to him.

"Please~."

Being coaxed to do as you wish.

“Don’t you want to feel me…?”

And he did not have much will to hold back.

"I want to feel you..."

He flicked his head, already signaling for you but he still questioned your behavior, “Have you been good?”

You climbed up with a cutesy giggle, “I think so…”

"You think so?" Choso teased but he wasn't making any room for using critical thinking here.

You already had the poor boy wrapped around your finger.

Especially so as your lips connected.

That tongue ring sliding over your lips, already begging for entrance which you granted with pleasure. Kissing Choso was always slow and sensual, he was a deliberate man who liked to put thought into whatever he did.

Choso let out a little chuckle as his fingers slid upon your leather panties, “So wet, is this for me?” He questioned as he pulled your head back with a tight grip of your hair, his lazy eyes looking you up and down waiting for an answer as he teased you sinfully.

“Hm~ yes Choso~ yes all for you~.” You whimper digging your nails into his shoulder while he played with you.

You were already using your power to play with his mind and hide your tattoos. They were drawn out all over your body, curling around your skin showing just how much you have eaten tonight, but Choso couldn’t see it, much too distracted and clouded in the sea of lust you created for him.

But you will allow him to believe he has control here.

That’s always been the game.

In truth, you always had the control.

Choso was pleased with your good behavior, unaware of what was actually going on. He hooked his finger into the fabric, pulling it to the side as he guided you to his cock. Your hips rocked with excitement as the tip touched upon your pussy.

“Settle down.” Choso chided but he didn’t show any sign of actually meaning his words. He sucked in a breath as he pushed against your warmth.

“Hmph~!” You gasped feeling his cock pop inside your cunt. “Ahhh~ Ch-Choso!” Your back arched, his piercings rubbing your inside making your thighs shudder.

Choso’s eyes fluttered and he bit his lip, hands tight around your waist. He kept dragging you down his length until you were nestled in his lap. Your body trembling against him. He hummed in bliss. You always fit him perfectly. So warm and snug. Sliding his hands to your ass he gripped your plump flesh and lifted just enough for him to thrust up at a slow pace.

A long drawled-out “ooo~” left your lips as he fucked you slow and allowed you to feel every drag of his piercings.

"Yeah? Feels good pet?" He questioned with a smirk.

"So-ah so good~mm-" You felt yourself slip for a second, releasing your illusion, but quickly you grabbed Choso to bring him into a lip lock. You hoped he didn’t get a chance to see the flash of your tattoos.

Unfortunately- he did.

“Mm-“ You were pushed back by your shoulders, lips disconnecting with a smack. as

Choso looked at you with a glare. “What was that?”

“Wh-what was what?” you try to look confused, trying to do some damage control.

He shook his head not at all falling for it. “Pet…I thought you said you didn't eat?"

“I... never said I didn’t eat.”

“What? You said you were hungry!”

“Yes...right... Nanami made me really really sad, like i was super sad, you know how Gojo will cry sometimes and eat a tub full of ice cream yeah yeah that's how i felt! I was super sad and it made me hungry. That part wasn't a lie!”

Choso puffed his cheeks out as he rubbed his fingers into his eyes. He wasn't sure if he should be mad at you or himself because he knew you could play games but he was caught off guard when you were sad. So that part was true... so maybe he won't be too mad at you.

He finally settled you with a firm gaze.

“Show me.”

“Show you what?”

"You're true form, stop with the illusion."

The funny thing the entire time this was happening he was still hard inside you sooo~ perhaps you weren’t in too much trouble here.

"My...true form?"

"Mhmm..." He nods.

"Are you...sure?"

"Positive."

“Oookay...” You snap your fingers, your image becomes hazy before correcting, and then he is finally able to see... you.

Black markings curled around your body like vines to a rose, your wings were much fuller and fanned out lusciously, and your tail swayed behind you. Tiny baby horns stuck up taking the place of your cat ears and your eyes glowed.

You felt Choso’s cock twitch inside you... he was always in awe of your true form.

He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, “Open your mouth…”

You did as you were told, as Choso proceeded to poke at your now pointy canines.

He thought of a past conversation, how Sukuna spoke about being bit by you. He said it was the best orgasm he had ever had. Unlucky for him, it would take him out if you were to bite him and he'd cum inside you. Anything to do with you had a toll. Even touching you. But he still wanted to know what it felt like to have your teeth bite into him just as he was about to cum.

You could sense the lustful thought drawn to your teeth. You were able to pick out sexual desire from anyone. That's how you know about their deepest darkest secrets. You know how Choso really likes your appearance. You didn't need to transform into any fetish, you were his fetish.

Once Choso pulled away you asked him a question that you already knew the answer to.

“Do I scare you Choso?” Your voice has also returned to its ethereal form.

He could listen to you talk in your natural tongue for hours. But some might find it a bit creepy. It sounded almost distorted and eerie, like the robotic voice in the song Parasite Eve. He knew that was something else you tried to hide, but it was pleasant to his ears.

There was a moment of silence as Choso took in your appearance, his lazy gaze in awe as his fingers trailed over your horns, then wings, and then your tail. Slow, gradual, and full of purpose.

You liked it, liked how he made you feel so beautiful.

You were a creature that wasn't like them, an enemy as a matter of fact. Yet he was forever drawn to you even within this supposedly 'monster' form.

If anything he might like it even more.

He finally swallowed a dry lump and said, ”No, but I’m pissed you tricked me.”

Your lips fixed into a pout as you slid your arms around his neck, your lashes fluttered softly, “I’m sorry…”

“You get to do it yourself.” Choso moved to grab his blunt and lighter with you hanging around his neck.

That's when you really began to throw a fit, “Nooo~.” you mewled watching as he lit his blunt.

He blew the smoke to the side, leaning back into the couch with one arm behind his head, “Get to it pet.”

You whined as you began to ride him, feeling good but not as good as you both knew you could feel. It was always better when they helped, but you suppose this little punishment wasn't as bad.

Truly Choso didn't think you were ‘sorry’ but truly he wasn't ‘pissed’ either.

It was something both of you knew.

Choso could have put his foot down and told you to hop off, but then his cock would miss the squelching of your pussy. He could have been more cautious with how much your succubus features have grown but he loved how they looked while you rode him. Especially as your wings expanded and fluttered with excitement, and your tail swished rapidly. Your eyes were a bright glow and your tongue swiped upon your vampire-like teeth. Sometimes you would even nick him in the heat of passion but he didn't mind.

He was beginning to realize... (what you already knew) ...he loved it best when you were in your true form. Perhaps that was his secret fetish and why he liked to wait until you were fed. Because he gets to see you like this.

There were a lot of things that Choso probably could have done but he was a man lost at sea and he decided he was quite alright with crashing his boat into rocks and drowning... as long as it is with you.

He even broke his own punishment near the end. All he needed was your breathless  “Please Choso~ I can’t do it like you~” and he was surrendering with a fake ‘sigh’.

“Hmm…Alright alright.” he murmured as he held his blunt by his lips and grabbed your hips.

You screamed in pleasure as he picked you up and dropped you down with each powerful thrust. The build of an orgasm was getting faster and faster- and then just as he thought- 'Bite me'- within a flash, you sank your teeth into his neck making his lips fly open in a loud shout, blunt tossed away.

“Fuck!” Choso shouts and then grits his teeth. He came so hard he was seeing stars and felt his body zap to life. It was like he had an out-of-body experience. Then he felt the siphoning. He could feel his curse energy drain right along with his blood and cum.

The pain mixed with the pleasure mixed with the slow exhaustion was overwhelmingly intense.

It was like a feeling he had never felt before. A feeling he could not explain. And within the deepest part of his mind, he felt as though he were at ease and if you decided to drain all his blood and kill him right here perhaps he wouldn't be so mad.

This high was something he could never get enough of. No wonder why your times with Sukuna always end with him being covered in bite marks. If he could handle it he'd have you bite him all the time.

Just as his vision began to fade, you moaned against his neck, pulling back while licking your bloody lips.

“Are you okay?” you question with a watery gaze, "I... didn't do too much did I?" you ran your thumb over his cheek.

He smiled softly, noticing how worried you were about him. Even though he was just your food, it was starting to seem you may be getting a bit attached to them... and vice versa. He liked that thought. And the thought that you could be sad over them and worry like this. That the thought of hurting them has you so scared that you are extra careful.

“I'm fine…” he murmured wrapping his arm around your waist. “…stay like this for a minute yeah?”

You smiled sweetly, leaning forward you were going to kiss him but thought otherwise. You had taken enough from him, more than you had ever done in one sitting. Biting was normally Sukuna’s thing, he had enough curse energy for you to do both but you knew Choso wanted to try. So you made sure you just gave him a little taste and backed off. Just a few minutes of cock warming and then you will need to stop touching him. You rest your head on his chest instead, playing with his hair as you enjoy this peace and quiet-

-*SLAM*

The door was kicked open as a very drenched Toji stomped in with water dripping onto the floor.

“What the- what the fuck dude?” Choso choked in bewilderment as the angry man grabbed your hair and pulled you back.

“Ai~.” you drawl playfully as Toji points at you.

“Is this her!?” he growled.

“Uh… I think- think so?” Choso spoke with uncertainty not understanding what the hell was happening. “Why are you fucking soaked…”

“Hehehe.” there were giggles at the door as three versions of yourself laughed.

“You’re coming with me!” Toji dragged you off Choso’s dick as you whine some more.

"Bye Choso~!" You waved all the way out till your hand disappeared.

Your clones moved out of the way while cooing. “Ooooo~.” they giggled.

Choso let out a sigh, he was hoping he was your last stop, then you could have cuddled with him and warmed his cock. Something caught his eye, weed that was smooshed along with the wrap.

Toji must have stepped on it when he came in.

“Aw, man…I was gonna finish that...”

*Ding*

His phone chimed and with a tired hand, he flipped it over to read the screen.

Blue Balls: DONT FEED HER SHES HAD ENOUGH TO EAT!!! 😠😠😠😠😠

Choso deadpanned.

'Well, it is a bit too late for that jackass.'

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Eleven.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

[deepdisireslonging]

Just a Movie

It feels like the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Finn takes the time to give the Reader a bit of peace.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, SMUT, winter weather, food mention, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, p-in-v

Word Count: 2240

Note: Wanted to give my writing bestie @neversatisfiedgirlfics a little treat. Happy Valentine’s, dearie!

He had gone all out. Blankets. A flickering fire. And a pile of movies to choose from. There were your favorites from Jurassic Park to Sleeping Beauty, classics like Gilda and Philadelphia Story, and movies always in your rotation like The Mummy and Howls Moving Castle. With the snow piled high outside, you chose The Mummy. What better way to escape the cold than with a giant pile of blankets and a movie set in the desert?

Finn snuggled close under his own pile of blankets. He kept you plied with hot chocolate. And, when Evie and Rick had cutesy moments on screen, he nuzzled his nose along your cheekbone and under your jaw. It never failed to make him grin when you said your favorite lines before the characters did. And, despite him doing it every time you watched this movie, he squeezed you suddenly when a mummified Anuksunamun popped up. It made you squeal, making him laugh.

When the credits began to roll, you cracked open your blankets to snuggle into his.

You squinted at him. “What was all this for?” Innocent as sin, he tried to avoid your gaze. But you drew him back by nestling your head into the curve of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Love.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to give you a little bit of a rest. You’ve had a lot going on.” His cheek rested against yours. “We both have.”

The movie finally reverted to the home screen. Finn turned off the tv. Outside, the snow created a muffled barrier to the world. The fire crackled like static in the silence, lulling you closer and closer to sleep. Finn breathed steadily. You began to match his rhythm, breathing in unison until you couldn’t tell your exhale from his, and his inhale from yours. Every so often, you hummed contentedly. Finn’s hand rested on your thigh. His thumb smoothed back and forth, creating little arches in the fabric of your lounge-wear.

You tried not to think about what the world had in store for your tomorrow. Or what it had done to you already in the days and months past. Despite all the stress and barriers, there would still be laundry to do, and dishes to wash. Finn always folded and put away what clothes you dumped into the clean hamper after a wash. And he washed the dishes so you could dry them and put them away. In every task shared at home, his body was a reassuring, reoccurring wall to bump into. He was sturdy when you wanted to fall. And he let you pour your heart into caring for him when you needed to create proof of goodness in the world.

A log crackled and split in the fireplace.

The thoughts swirling in your head popped like a soap bubble. Instead of thinking about yesterday or tomorrow, you focused on the warmth of the blankets. Finn’s even breathing. How loved you felt. Finn’s thumb was still making little arches in the fabric of your lounge pants.

You could have sat together forever.

But Finn was so warm. You couldn’t stop rubbing your hands across his stomach. Down his thighs. Dipping under his shirt to feel his warm flesh against your fingertips. Finn’s breath caught. His sigh hummed across your forehead.

“What do you need, moi ghrá?”

“You’re so warm.”

“Mhmm.” He inhaled deeply and gave your forehead a lingering kiss. “So are you.” His stomach contracted as your nails grazed over the hills and valleys of his muscles. “Then again, you are playing with fire. It’s easy to be warm with a woman like you.” Finn’s mouth lingered from your forehead, down your cheek, and under your jawline. He suckled softly on the curve of your neck, making you gasp. “Is this what you were after, a stór? I thought we were having a movie day.”

You swallowed hard. “I thought so too. You gonna put in the next one?”

But he continued to kiss around your neck, across your collarbone, and to lick at the hollow of your throat.

“Finn?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been planning this?” You yelped as he guided you back into the couch cushions. Your chest heaved as his hands slid up under your sweatshirt.

“No plan,” he hummed. “Just knew I wanted to take care of you. In any way that you needed.” His breath stuttered as he found you bra-less and breathless for him. “How am I doing so far?”

You bit your lip as his hand squeezed around your breast. “Don’t stop.”

If his face hadn’t been so pretty, the lurid grin that crossed it would have been irksome. But his hands kneaded across your body. Any aches or pains that life had knotted into your joints was massaged away. And underneath your skin, your body pulsed with the growing desire that Finn was sure to pour into you. He removed your lounge pants, humming with delight to find you bare there too. He licked his lips.

Finn kissed you deeply, distracting you from how he leaned back, dragging you with him. But instead of finding yourself face-to-face with him, he continued to lay back and guided you to sit on his stomach.

“Finn?” You nervously looked between him and the windows in front of you. The sheers were drawn. But even they didn’t fully block out the winter wonderland outside. Nor would they block the view of the warm interior from the outside. Your eyes crossed as he dragged a finger through your slick, noisily sucking on his fingers. Next thing you knew, he had you situated over his face. “Baby... the neighbors.”

“So?” His nose traced little circles to the inside of your thighs.

“Someone might see.”

He grunted. “So let ‘em see. I am not moving from this spot, and neither are you,” he flattened his tongue against your sex to make your back arch. “Not until you don’t care about the world anymore.”

A sad laugh bubbled out of you. “Then we could be here for a while.” You tried to dismount his face.

But Finn wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and held you down. He growled, sending the vibrations where he knew would make you tremble. “Then we’re here for a while.” His loving glare deepened as you tried to hover and not smother him. “Nobody, not Samoa Joe or Roman or Cesaro has been able to do what you’re scared to do. If I need to breathe, I’ll find a way. Now get down here.”

Pinning you down over his mouth, Finn began to lick and suck and lap happily at your sex. Your head fell forward and lolled to the side with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Bracing your hand forward against the arm rest, you did your best not to roll your hips. But Finn rolled them for you. He slid you back and forth against his tongue.

Staggered, you raked your hand across the end table, knocking the remnants of the hot chocolate mugs into the floor. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered by the mess. Not when Finn was making happy noises under you, turning you into another kind of mess,  and devouring you like his last meal. When he did finally pull back for air, his face glistened with your arousal. The top curve of his cheeks were pink with delight. And his smile was downright pussy-drunk.

“How ‘ya feelin’ a stór?”

The tiny whimper that passed through your lips was not what you intended to say. But he got the gist.

With a chuckle, he dove back in. Sucking at your clit, he made you see stars. Any source of light in the room that your eyes glanced over had a halo from his power over you. Or maybe it was just double vision from the same reason. Your hips moved of their own accord. He sucked hard on your clit, finally making you cry out with release. But he didn’t stop attacking your bud until your thighs were shaking and you were begging for mercy.

“You gotta let me breathe, baby,” you whined.

He loudly lapped up your release. “So breathe.” But he did take pity on your sensitivity. Soon, you were once again on your back against the couch pillows. He messily kissed from one side of your neck to the other. When he pulled back to look at you, your hand on his cheek tilted. You ran your thumb across his lips. They were beautiful on a normal day, and plumped from eating you out. As your other hand reached for his length still trapped in his own sweats, he grunted. Finn resisted your efforts to turn him over.

You pouted. “Wanna do the same for you.”

“Nuh-uh. You get your mouth on me and I’ll blow in a minute.”

“And what am I supposed to do when you get your cock in me?”

He shrugged. “Clamp down on me ‘till I see God? It has been a minute since we chatted.” With a chuckle, he dragged his length into the open. His eyes closed and he hissed, his hand gently fisting himself. He rasped, “I’ve been hesitatin’ to speak to a priest. Don’t want to threaten his frock with the details of what I’ve been doin’ to ya. Or what else I want to do to ya.”

You made whatever sounds you pleased as he slowly filled you. The stretch and drag of him pulled desperate groans from between your lips. But you also held your breath so you could hear Finn’s pants and moans. You ran your hand up under his sweatshirt, whining until he dragged it over his head and out of the way. Now you could really see him. How his stomach flexed and contracted as he tried to hold himself together. How his chest heaved in rhythm with yours. And how his arms flexed on either side of your head once he was fully seated within you.

It was taking him too long to move. You tried to roll your hips, needy for the friction. But Finn’s hands rushed to pin you down.

“Need another minute.” He breathed heavily. Eyes closed, and plump lips parted, he fought to hold off on his release.

“Breathe,” you cooed.

If he caught the sass riding on your tongue, he didn’t mention it. But he did catch his breath. Resolve finally as hard as the rest of him, he slowly dragged his cock from you before thrusting again. You arched, canting your body as best as you could to feel every inch of him. He didn’t hesitate to give you any of it. Again, the room acquired a halo. With the window behind him bright with the snow outside, he was backlight for your viewing pleasure. He shoved up the hem of your sweatshirt so he could have access to your breasts again. Leaning forward, he caught your nipple between his teeth. As your body rocked, he lightly nipped at the bud and the side of your breast. Your walls fluttered around him.

Beneath you, the couch legs creaked. If the whole thing started to move, you wouldn’t have been surprised. But you were too busy being folded in half to give a damn about scratches on the floor. Finn’s pace increased. His brow scrunched as he fought to keep his eyes open. You couldn’t return the effort. Your vision, already blurry around the edges, kept blacking out each time you blinked. It was nice being able to feel him, and to hear his grunts and muttered Irish promises.

Finn’s pace took on a frantic chase. You cried out beneath him. Your nails dragged thin red welts down his stomach. But his goal was at hand. Just a few more thrusts. And a few more. Your body quaked and shivered as you fell apart. He continued to thrust as you cried out, wailing his name. A shudder ran up his spine. With a shout, he followed you down into bliss.

With both of you panting, Finn collapsed onto your chest. His hot breath puffed across your chest, still on display while your sweatshirt was bunch up over your breasts. Chuckling, he kissed at the valley between them.

“You ready for round two?”

Gasping with a smile, you asked, “that was all round one?” Your fingers stroked at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Sure. Just... give me a minute?” Kissing at his heaving chest, you pushed him back till he was seated. You straddled his waist.

His hands rubbed back and forth over your thighs. Kissing under your jaw, he grinned against your skin. “I was thinking about The Mummy Returns, but this works too.”

“What?” You nipped at his jaw. “You can’t just... rock my world and then tell me we’re going back to watching a movie.”

“Why not?”

“How the hell am I supposed to focus when I’ve got all that,” you waved your hand over the general area of his physique, “sitting right next to me?”

After locating your scattered clothes, he helped you back into your lounge pants. “Dunno. But we’re supposed to be relaxing. So sit back.” He reburied you under your blankets and put in the next film. “Relax. And enjoy the show.”

It wasn’t fifteen minutes before his wandering hands found you again for “round two.”

***

Master List

Finn Balor/Prince Devitt Masterlist

[eliyips]

HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!

But also genuinely curious about the design translation from the actual skins to your interpretations due to the small but mighty details added in

Infodump as hard as you want!

If i ever pass up an opportunity to talk about my X design, it will be because I am either dead, or dying!!! neither are true at time of posting, so here you go! I will be going over my ENTIRE design process for Xisuma, starting with my initial design:

My initial design for Xisuma wasn't anything special, in my opinion. Most of what I included was directly ripped from the classic Doomslayer. Though, the face scars were inherited from fanon, of course. :) The changes that I did make were in service of having things make more sense for Xisuma. Namely, the belt buckle, and the fabric covering the arms...

The belt buckle is simple - bullets didn't really make sense as a design motif, all considered - but the fabric is more complicated. I have a couple different ideas about why Xisuma wears the suit, but I haven't settled one way or the other on some of the specifics, so forgive me if I'm a bit vague. Ultimately, It is just my impression that X is not comfortable having his body visible more than it needs to be, whether that be for health-related reasons or for personal/emotional reasons. I don't intend to ever draw Xisuma with his helmet off, because of that. To me, it feels like a violation of boundaries. To be perfectly clear though, that's just for me - more power to other artists who draw him without the helmet/armor! :)

By the time I was full-on fixated on Xisuma, I realized I was unsatisfied with this first pass at his design. Mainly, in regards to the helmet. So I did more work on it!

I feel like my re-design process for the helmet is a good example of the importance of using reference. :) I did a lot of unsatisfactory sketches before pulling up pictures of real helmets, at which point I feel like I settled on something I was happy with very quickly.

Specifically, I referenced motocross helmets! My choice of reference was mostly driven by my passing interest in sports equipment design, though motocross helmets are similarly bulky and have the same distinct mouthpiece as X's helmet, so I think it was a good choice. I also feel like the pixels at the top of Xisuma's skin can be pretty easily read as the brim of a helmet, so it works out!

Other than the motocross helmet influence, I also made the choice to add tubing to the sides and back of the helmet. This rolls with my headcanons about the purpose of the helmet, connecting to air tanks on his back! I also think it helps to distinguish him from the doomslayer, in addition to the new helmet shape.

The only other changes I made were to the helmet's palette, added a few additional grey tones for contrast, and the positioning of his scars. I decided I wanted them to be a little off-center, leaning towards his left eye. I'm pretty inconsistent with how I draw the scars though, lol, so it changed again by the next time I drew him.

At this point my design is mostly settled for him, and I don't expect it to change very significantly any time soon. I don't have much else to say about it, but I listed the other iterative changes I made to the design above! I figure I will continue making small tweaks to his design every time I draw him :)

That said... I have yet to answer your initial question! So I will answer it now:

"HOW DO YOU MAKE X SO FRIENDSHAPED?!"

My answer is that it's (almost) all in the eyes!!! I have already talked pretty extensively about Xisuma's eyes. So I won't dwell for too long! In short, human facial recognition is very closely tied to the eyes. The ability to see the eyes of a character clearly affords you a lot of flexibility when it comes to making a design seem approachable, or "friend-shaped." I painted over a screenshot of doomguy to illustrate my point!

My drawings tend towards being a little cutesy, of course, so that helps :) but you can see that the bright, saturated color, big distinct eyes, and less harsh expression all contribute to making him seem like he is less of a threat, despite this literally just being the doomslayer.

Another thing that helps is, again, related to the style I draw in. My art is very "clean" looking, not gritty. I use a lot of soft shape language and don't texture things too heavily. With Xisuma specifically, I also make no effort to make him seem intimidating. I use very neutral angles when drawing him, I don't frame him in a way that makes him seem intimidating or imposing, I don't pose him too confidently or angrily. Because he's not that kind of guy! Though it would be an interesting challenge to try and make him look as intimidating as possible :) I certainly think he could be quite scary, if he wanted to be. Just a matter of what I'm trying to convey.

... I think that's all I have to say for now! Once again, blown away by all the nice things people have to say about my Xisuma design and my art. Everyone here has been so kind and encouraging, and I really appreciate that. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to yell about Xisuma! If you have follow up questions, by all means, I am ready to answer :)

[girlymatsu]

2, 6, 11, 12 and 14 for the self insert lore ask game :3

HIII

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

SO I imagine Erina to come in in between season 2 and 3.. I was posting about it a few nights ago, in the erina timeline she sees the matsus from the background at the highschool reunion and gets inspired to go hunt them down and calculate befriending them. . But that wouldn’t be her first scene that would be revealed later in the erina arc .. the first scene would be strange coincidences of the matsus seeing erina run into them in strange situations and coincidences, and it’s all recollected by the matsus all talking about their pov of the encounter at chibita until erina actually shows up behind them and being giggly abt how silly they are… im trying to adjust the specifics of her intro so it’s WIP ⚠️ 🚧

6. does your self insert have any pets?

HEHE yes technically @tottychanneru ‘s oc ramirabi is like a pet to her but he is more like a little animal magical creature bff.. he is funny creature… he is her supporter.. her precious friend who phases through the window peacefully when he goes out for the day

And erina also gets a dog later in her and oso’s relationship… based off my own dog Cho Cho <3 I think in the erina verse he would be called Po Po maybe because thats one of my nicknames for him hehe, or Chopi, … and Osomatsu helps get him for her because she was longing for a dog… seeing someone want to give up their little cutie happy dog and erina wanting him so bad but can’t go and meet the owner because she has to work and she’s far away… and Osomatsu surprises her by going on the journey for him… he is a stubborn princely type dog who is very attatched to erina… Osomatsu would get a little competitive with him.. but they ultimately get along because of their love for erina, also they are animals together

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self insert wear?

Erina is gyaru who kind of experiments with her style, likes agejo a lot but not totally tied down to it, sexy street fashion mixed with a casual cutsey toony flair.. if that makes sense. she loves cutesy patterns and accessories and colors… she usually show tummy and legs , wearing platformers/pumps/chunky shoes rather than too pointy of heels

My friend @/marisivoney on Twitter captures it so well with outfit designs they drew for me for artfight!! Sososooo cuteness

12. how would the fandom view your character?

Omg.. I feel like maybe she’s the icon of a Marina and the diamonds Spotify playlist , widely kinned bpd girl icon.. my friend said she would be menhara girl character u see on Pinterest… I would love to hear what the erinanistas say.. how would the fandom treat her, think what if she was a dangan ronpa character in 2013, tell me your thoughts

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

Answered!

[c0la-queen]

Heya, I just sort of stumbled across your blog and I’m genuinely so impressed by how good your writing is! I ended up binge reading a bunch of your works lol. I was wondering if I could request something for Eddsworld? Honestly, your last Tord piece has been stuck in my mind so I was thinking of a situation where the reader is either uncomfortable because of some other guy or even something more dangerous like being followed and Tord ends up being involved. I know it’s really cliche but I’m interested in how he would handle it and what he would prioritise first. Obviously, I know you’re gonna be busy for a while so don’t feel pressured to get this done soon or at all if you don’t feel up to it. Hope you have a wonderful day/night ❤️

HIII OMG reading this made me so giddy!! I had free time this weekend and your request got my neurons firing so I HAD to write a piece for this right away!!! Thank you so much for your sweet words, and I hope you enjoy it! Mwah mwah!

Scary Dog Privilege | Tord x Reader

Warnings: Creepy incel guy, heavy misogyny, homophobia if you squint, I cringed writing this guy, Tord makes a threat

Words: ~1.9k

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The windows were down on Tord's car, letting the breeze in. It whipped your hair around, sometimes blowing a few strands into your face. It only made you giggle. A huff to your right drew your attention to the driver's side. Tord had one hand on the wheel, his other arm rested on the windowsill. His vape was in his hand.

"What are you laughing about over there?"

He blew a cloud out of the window before answering you.

"You're being silly. It's cute."

You settled back in your seat as you came to a stop at a red light. Without the rumble of the engine, the music playing from the speaker floated out into the town around you. You glanced at the display screen on the radio. fuK u lol by CORPSE. Your head bobbed as you took in the sights of the town. There was an older couple in the lane beside you. The woman seemed to be eyeing you suspiciously. It didn't bother you, though. You looked down, smoothing down the fabric of your outfit. White skirt, black tights, strawberry cardigan, and pink converse. Heart shaped earrings danged from your ears, and a matching heart shaped purse was at your feet. You felt cute and happy. Tord had, at least, put on a different outfit for your date, rather than wearing his usual red hoodie combo. It was still red themed, but you didn't expect any less. If your boys were anything, they were consistent.

You and Tord had always been opposites in most things. He was all doom and gloom, ice cold glares, vapes and cigarettes, black clothes and heavy rock music. He was blunt, he seemed apathetic, and often was rude. You were energetic and sweet. You loved bright colors and cutesy things. Cake and frappes with lots of whipped cream. You loved to share compliments with others, had a big heart, and cared deeply for others. That's not to say that you and Tord were incompatible - your relationship had been going strong for a couple of years now. Your opposite traits seemed to balance each other out. When you got too overwhelmed or worked up, he was there to douse you with a healthy round of realism, grounding you back to the present and calming you down. You were there when he started to feel like he wasn't himself, when he started to slip back into the person he was forced to be in the cold winters of Norway, you reminded him of the warmth of home.

And, over time, you developed similarities. Before you met him, you had dipped your toes into anime, but he let you watch them with him and soon it became a tradition of yours to binge-watch shows together. Tord had stopped drawing since high school, but watching you mindlessly doodle on blank paper while he tinkered away at his work desk reminded him of the joy it had brought him as a teen - so he started again. Plus, he had a brand new muse this time. Or if there was things that one of you enjoyed doing that wasn't quite the other's thing, that was okay too. Tord would sit at the kitchen table while you baked, scrolling away on his phone and occasionally showing you Tik Toks that you'd like. You would sit on his lap while he played PC games, either playing calmer games on your Switch or watching his gameplay until you fell asleep.

It looked strange to others, but for you and Tord, it worked.

You zoned back in as the car pulled into a parking space. Tord turned to you as he parked.

"Where'd you go, hm?"

"Nowhere. Just thinking of you."

Tord gave you a scrutinizing look, attempting to see if you were lying to him or not. (He always said you had a knack for downplaying your feelings. You insisted you had no idea what he was talking about.) Seemingly satisfied with what he found, he hummed and shut off the engine. You climbed out of the car, stretching out your legs.

The manga store that you and Tord liked to frequent was only a 20 minute ride into town from your neighborhood. It wasn't a little hole-in-the-wall, five sets of aisles in a tiny room type of place. This store was actually fairly popular, seeing an average flow of customers throughout the day. It helped that the owners had implemented a café area, where you could order anime character themed drinks.

The girl working the café counter waved at the two of you as you walked in. You smiled and waved as you walked over. She was familiar with you, since she worked on a lot of the days that you came in. You and her got along really well.

"Hi, Ruby! You dyed your hair a new color! The lavender looks really good on you."

"Thank you! I did love the red, but it was starting to get a little boring for me. Thought I'd spice it up."

She set down the equipment she was cleaning and walked over to the register.

"You guys gonna have your usual or do you wanna try something new?"

Tord was likely going to just have his usual drink, but you decided to give a new drink a chance. You looked up at Tord.

"I wanna try the Squirtle Sour Candy Boba."

He nodded, then ushered you off to the aisles. That's how things usually went during your outings here. He'd order your drinks while you went wandering off into the aisles, and he'd find you after the drinks were ready. It had taken a bit of argument between the two of you for you to give up trying to pay for your own drinks - he was just as stubborn as you were sometimes. You came to a compromise, though, when he let you buy your own manga and merch.

As usual, your first pit stop was to the romance manga. There weren't too many other customers - an older alt couple looking at the Jojo manga, a teenage boy at the BL section, and a small group of teenage girls giggling softly in the isekai aisle. You hummed softly as you looked over the covers, seeing if anything new caught your eye. You stopped once you reached the section you were looking for. Komi Can't Communicate.

You crouched down so you were level with the more recent volumes. Most of the time, you bought three volumes at a time. You huffed softly when you realized that this time, they were missing one of the ones you needed. Volumes 12, 13, and 15 were there - but no volume 14. With an exasperated sigh, you reached out and picked up volume 12, only to nearly drop it when a voice startled you.

"You know, there are more tasteful series that you'd probably enjoy more than that one."

You looked to your right. Someone had walked into the aisle with you when you weren't paying attention. It was a man, looking to be in around his 30s or so. You could feel yourself fight back a physical reaction to his appearance, and not in a good way. He had on what you could recognize as a Deadpool shirt on underneath a black zip-up hoodie that looked like it hadn't been washed in far too long. The ensemble was topped off perfectly with a leather necklace cord and a metal pendant that you would've guessed was a Naruto symbol of some kind (admittedly, you had never watched Naruto, and Tord mentioned that it wasn't really worth it in his opinion.)

Alarm bells were going off in your head at the sight of him.

"Oh. Is that so?"

As you stood up straight, you gave him a smile that you hoped wasn't too obviously forced. If he noticed, he didn't care.

"Since you're here by yourself, clearly you're a female of sense. You should start off with Dragon Ball. It is the very zenith of anime culture, and anyone who hasn't experienced it doesn't deserve to call themselves an anime fan."

Your alarm bells got louder.

"Actually, um, I know what Dragon Ball is. I've watched it since I was little - my older sibling showed it to me."

You hated the way an excited glint flashed across the man's eyes. He stepped a little closer to you.

"It seems I was right about you. You do have taste. It's not every day I meet a female who is familiar with real anime. Usually its only females who have been brainwashed by social media to think that they're bisexual, who come in here to read trash like Haikyu."

He stepped closer again. You tried to subtly shift backwards.

"Shows like that shouldn't even be categorized as anime. Its all woke propaganda that makes females change their dating standards for submissive men. But I can tell that you're different. You-"

"There you are."

Something solid and warm pressed against your back. You felt yourself immediately relax in Tord's presence. Turning to him, you gratefully took your drink from his hand.

His eyes weren't on you.

Tord was staring down the man in front of you, eyes the color of cold steel. He was easily taller than the other man, and definitely stronger. The man seemed to cower slightly.

"I was, uh, just talking to the lovely girl here-"

Tord cut him off by saying your name. Only when you tilted your head back to him did he finally glance at you.

"Get your other two volumes."

He didn't need to tell you twice. Ignoring the now blubbering man, who was once again the focus of Tord's piercing gaze, you dipped down and grabbed volumes 13 and 15. You could look for 14 some other time.

"Go to the plushie aisle. I'll meet you there."

You only spared one last glance at the man before slipping past Tord, heading around to the aisle filled with plushies and other merch. You couldn't see or hear Tord and the man, and you weren't sure you wanted to.

Standing in front of the bin of plushies, you slid your phone out of your purse and pulled up your private messages with Edd. You typed out a quick message to him.

'Tord might beat a guy to death.'

Edd, who was working on some commissions today, replied fast.

'Nothing new. What was it this time?'

'Creepy guy wouldn't leave me alone. Gave off incel vibes.'

'Yikes. I'm on Tord's side. Hope he kicks the guy's ass.'

Before you could continue the chat, you felt arms wrap around your waist. Tord rested his chin against your shoulder.

"You shouldn't tattle on me to Edd."

"Edd doesn't care, as long as you don't get yourself hurt. What did you do to the dude?"

Tord huffed. He was grumpy.

"Told him that if he was ever a creep to you again, I'd saw his balls off with a rusty scalpel and shove them down his throat. It was effective. He ran away, like a little bitch."

Despite it all, you couldn't help but giggle. You turned, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"My hero. Let's go look at the Jujutsu Kaisen section."

[mblue-art]

i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

[mrfancyfoot]

POV: Your fox-'gf' makes you matching costumes and you can't say no. [There's a bonus pic at the end!]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- (Platonic) Love in Every Stitch -

"Evie sews a pair of 'matching' costumes for her and Raphael."

Prompt: Getting the Devil into a Onesie (as inspired by this)

Happy Valentine’s Day & Aromantic Awareness Week!  This was going to be G-rated cutesy fluff and it veered off into M-ish territory, I’m sorry(?).  I tried to keep the devil in character, lmao—idk how well I achieved that with this one since it's especially out there.

This one could be read with both a romantic-ish vibe or without - though it's worth noting that Evie is canonically demi-romantic and is doing this out of friendship even if Raphael sees their relationship as a "romantic one" (I do see and characterize him [yes, the devil] as the far more romantic one, but her as way more openly affectionate even if she does only see their relationship as spicy friendship/FWBs).

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Rating: M-ish / SFW-ish

Word Count: 1.2k

Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II (Post-Game Events) - idk if I would call this canon but it's the Prosody universe

Tags & Warnings: POV Raphael; Evie (She/Her Pronouns Used; Has Fox Features); Fluff; Cute; More Fluff; Humor; Whimsical; Sexually Suggestive; Astarion mention; Evie is not fond of Haarlep; Minor Threat of Violence; Indulgent Schmoop; Only Soft For Her

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[For those uninitiated: Evie is my modern, isekai’d f!OC human-turned-foxfolk from my Devil Courtship series, Plots & Prosody.]

❤️ Thanks for reading! :3 ❤️

With his work at last finished for the evening, Raphael strode towards his Archive, where he had instructed the fox to await him but an hour ago.  And there he found her.  Unrecognisable by sight, though it could not possibly be any other.

Stretched out upon the floor with her nose buried in a book, feet kicked up behind her.  And wearing some bright red atrocity.

She was clad head to toe in a blob of a costume invoking the image of—presumably—a devil.  Small wings quivered upon her back as she turned a page of the book.  What was evidently meant to be a heart-spaded tail was ribboned to the end of hers and swayed with her own movements.  Attached to the large hood obscuring her face was a small set of dark, branching horns made from the same fuzzy material as the rest.

His bark of laughter drew her attention as he strolled closer to stand over her.  She twisted from her stomach to push herself to sit up.

His hand gestured down her figure as he quirked a brow.  “What is this?” he asked, curious what explanation she would spin.  She had not arrived at his House of Hope in this manner.

Evie peered up at him from under her floppy hood, it slipped sideways with the questioning tilt of her head.  “You said to make myself comfortable here until you were done, so I did.”

The urge to roll his eyes was fought against.  “That, I do not dispute.  What is it that you are wearing?”

“Do you like it?”  She beamed up at him, her tail swishing behind her as she jumped to her feet.  “I made it!”

She gave a twirl with her arms spread wide to show off her handiwork.

Amused, he replied, “Have you come to so desire to be a devil, little fox?”

Evie rocked back on her heels, truly entertaining the thought with a hand raising to her chin, but ultimately shrugged.  “Not really, no.  I thought it would be cute!  I do wonder if I might have had an easier time skinning a certain incubus, though.  Without a sewing machine, it took awhile to do this all by hand.  But this is much softer!  It feels like wearing a blanket.”

“I will certainly let Haarlep know that they’ve eked by on luck once again.”  As humorous as it was an annoyance, the rivalry that she had developed with his incubus, he could not deny, was a source of entertainment.

“I made you a matching one, too!” she announced, scrambling for a nearby bag and pulling free the contents.  “Asta let me use him as a model for measurements.  He said he couldn't wait to hear how well it suits you!”

Evie held up another fuzzy…costume.

Raphael blinked at it, his thoughts screeching to a halt.

What in the Hell’s had gotten into her head to make her believe that he would don such childish attire?

Astarion’s words promising retribution echoed in his ear from an event months ago featuring another of Evie’s…creations.  He had escaped having to wear one of her flamboyant ‘plushie’ hats, though the vampire had not been so lucky.  His dearest intended wife had cryptically and cheerfully promised to ‘include him next time.’

It so appeared that this was ‘next time.’  “Did he now…?”

“It’s really cozy!” she assured at what she perceived to be his hesitation.

“Do you truly believe, my dear, that one of my stature should wear such a thing?  Perhaps it would be better suited to Haarlep.  You may dress them as you please—in private.”  Then again, Haarlep may find too much enjoyment from wearing such a thing…

She pulled into herself, crestfallen as she took a step away.  “You don’t like it?”  Her words from between a frowning pout of rosy lips now so unsure.

Human sensibilities were so fragile.

With a sudden agitated stomp of her bare foot, her brows furrowed and she let out a growl of frustration.  “But, why’s that matter?  Soon-to-be Archdevil.  You’d let others beneath you dictate your own comfort?  I don’t wanna dress Haarlep, I made this for you!”

His eye twitched.

So quickly had the clever fox figured out the words and whiles to use to manipulate him to her own desires.

“Feel iiiit, it’s so soft!” she begged.

A fox unhappy with him jeopardized his contract with that damned vampire.

So be it.

He would embrace her whimsy this once.

He reached for the costume within her arms and she relinquished it.  “How long have you spent crafting these?”  He scanned it with a critical eye—neat hems, mediocre embroidery, one arm was a hair shorter than the other.  Not her finest craftwork, though perhaps she would improve with a tutor.  While the devilish one she wore was crimson, this fox was the color of tan sand.

“A few weeks.”  She rambled on, “I’d been hiding them in my closet when you’d visit ‘cuz I wanted them to be a surprise.  Yours was on the table by my fireplace once, though, with my sewing stuff and I thought you’d seen.”

With a snap of his fingers he was nude.

Evie covered her eyes with a gasp.

“After how many countless times have we lain together, love?” he asked with exasperation.

“But in public?” she squeaked.

“My archive is hardly ‘public.’”  How easily he could change that perception of hers by showing her what ‘public’ truly meant.

“You know what I mean!”

He did, though why she was covering her eyes baffled him.  “I am afraid to say I rather don’t.”  Raphael stepped closer to lean in and speak into her ear teasingly.  “Are you embarrassed of my body?”

“Of course not!” she was quick to refute, tone indicating that she thought that notion silly.

“Then why are you hiding?”  He tugged lightly at the twin tails of curling copper hair that spilled out from her hood.

She lowered her hands some—revealing her cheeks to have turned a color rivalling her own costume—to stare up at him with eyes pleading for him to cover himself.

“A sweet thing you are to care over any last morsel of modesty that I might have.”  He chuckled and stepped into the costume, shrugging it over his shoulders.  “What were you saying mere moments ago about letting others dictate my own comfort?  Should I not be able to march through my home proudly bare?”

Curiously mum now.

After he buttoned it up, she coyly reached out and pulled the hood up over his head.

A squeal of excitement.  “You look so cute!”  Evie flung her arms around him and affectionately rubbed her face into his chest.

A whimsical heart.  There were times he adored it even if this was not one of them.  ‘Cute’ was not a term that had any place to be applied to a fearsome devil—soon her husband—that would reign supreme above all.

“Collect what you desire,” he bid.  “Why don’t we retreat to your room for the evening, my dear?”

Where he could retain some sense of dignity lest Haarlep or his servants see him like this.  Though surely he could have them both wrangled out these silly costumes with ease.

Bonus Pic: POV your fox-gf makes you matching costumes and you're kinda into it.

[sugahbunnies]

BUCKET LIST ☆ 03

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AUGUST 14

dear diary, saiki hasn’t warmed up to me and it’s been a two weeks already. what am i doing wrong? am I too loud? do I talk too much? the girls are nice though, although i can see teruhashis eye twitch whenever she sees me talking to saiki. kaidou is lovely too, he brings me snacks and lets me ramble on and on about anything. nendou is chill too .. except for when he cannot read the room and drags me away from saiki. oh ! saiki thinks it's funny to ignore me when I try to talk to him. anyways … these supplements are really gross to take and the bruise that hairo gave me has not gone away completely. it's okay though, it's just something i got used to. it's a new week tomorrow and i hope kaidou brings me a pastry or something.

You shut your journal close and swing it across the room to your bed, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your bruising shoulder.

Okay it wasn't exactly Nendou's fault he tried jumping on your shoulders but shouldn't it be a given to not try when you're smaller than him? The swelling somewhat went down but the obvious black coloring was visible.

Hairo was concerned as to why the injury he gave you on your cheek was still there. All you could do was shrug it off and give him a playful smile.

Can't tell them yet.

Pushing your hair out of your face, you rush out of your house to meet your friends at the front gate. It was a daily routine, Kaidou and Nendou patiently waited for you before entering the school grounds while the others were already in class.

Although, this time it was different. It's Saiki waiting for you. A stupid smile plasters over your face, skipping over to him. You reach for his hand but he pulls back immediately. “No foolery, thanks” he says, brushing past you to go into the building. You snicker, running behind him to catch up.

Well that's new..

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AUGUST 18

Kaidou had gotten a bit sick and told Saiki to walk you home after school. Who knew he would actually listen to him? You try walking at the same pace as Saiki, matching his footsteps while struggling to come up with a topic. Your expressions go from confusion to amusement as you go through ideas. He glances at you, shaking his head. “Let's not talk. I am solely doing a favor for a friend” He mumbles, clearly avoiding eye contact at the moment. You bump shoulders with him purposely to see his reaction.

Saiki walks a bit further from you, his eyes completely focusing on the path in front of you two. "I drew a bunny in class, wanna see?" You ask, leaning in to see if his eyes answer you atleast. He side eyes you, as usual. You nod, taking that as a yes and pulling out your lined paper from your bag, a cutesy bunny lazily drawn on it. Saiki exhales loudly, taking the paper from your eyes and examining it.

You clasp your hands in excitement, smiling as he continues to judge your messy drawing. "It's alright, you draw usually?" He raises an eyebrow, passing back the drawing. You copy his expression, frowning at him and slipping the paper inside his bag. "Only when I'm bored, I put it in your bag for safe keeping!" You exclaim, raising your hands and counting off your fingers. "I draw cats too, lots of flowers and .." You furrow your eyebrows, thinking of what else you like to create. Saiki simply stares at the concrete, still attentive of what you have to say.

They sure do talk alot, he thinks. He glances at you, your face scrunches up as you seem to have forgotten what you have to say. He feels his face relax, he realizes something and he doesn't like it.

Y/n is not as irritating as I thought they'd be.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AUGUST 24

Kaidou and Nendou had left quite early because they had some “important” things to do. Your suspicions sparked up and you tried questioning them but they left you at the main doors.

Your lips turn into a frown, noticing the weather is a bit too gloomy. Once you feel a droplet on the arch of your nose, you let out a groan. “Man, I forgot my umbrella” you say, taking off your backpack and using it as a shield.

In the corner of your eye, you notice the blurriness of pink and immediately turn your attention to your left. “Saiki! Uhmm a little help here?” you squeak out, you can see him physically sigh. Yet he still walks over to you, no emotions present on his facial features. You give him a smile, his hand clutching an umbrella.

“Guessing you didn’t bring one” He points out, opening the umbrella and putting it over the two of you. You take this as a chance to get one conversation in. Saiki gives out plain answers as he answers your questions after question.

“You play video games?”.

“Eh”.

“You watch anything cool?”.

“Sometimes”.

“I wanna dye my hair the same color as you, Saiki”.

This sentence of yours causes him to peek at you, with a shake of his head he tells you, “I rather not be twins with you, thanks”.

You suck your teeth in disappointment, your brusing shoulder bumping into his. He takes note of this and frowns a bit. “Still hurts?”, “Well, obviously”, “Just wondering”. The bland responses you and Saiki are giving each other is starting to irritate you.

You puff, stepping infront of him to stop him in his tracks. His eyes show curiosity, waiting for you to say something atleast memorable. You inhale deeply, your hands behind your back and wondering why you need to be validated by him.

Maybe you like him, maybe not.

“Why don’t you like me?!” You demand, the rain pouring down harder as awkward seconds pass by of Saiki staring at you in complete silence. He drops the umbrella, sighing quietly. The rain dampens his hair, and you really wish this moment did not feel dramatic but it did. You hit him with a sour look, to which he really did not like because he snaps back at you. Kinda.

“Stop assuming things, I am simply keeping my distance. Let’s not overthink this”.

Your face drops, gazing down the heavy drops of water running down your legs and ruining the stickiness of your bandaids. Saiki follows your gaze, immediately putting the umbrella over you. You fold your arms in a childlike manner, waiting for him to offer kind words.

“Let’s get you new ones, okay?” He points down at your legs hesitantly, worried that you may say no to his suggestion.

To his surprise, you let your stubbornness go and nod with a small smile. “Your house, right??! Then let’s go”. You go under the umbrella with him and speed up the pace more than before. Saiki glimpses at you, your wet hair looking more luscious than usual. He feels sudden warmth through his chest, wondering why he even sticks around you. Maybe it’s because the gloominess of the day could not change your sweet but sarcastic demeanor.

Good grief, he thinks, I wish they were more infuriating.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AUGUST 31

dear journal or diary, whatever, i'm slowly but surely getting close to saiki but wait .. jeez, i feel so tired all the time. and pretty weak in the bones, i think it’s the illness ? haha, well that’s okay. but ! my parents have been filling up my diet with fruits and vegetables because of it which is sooo tiring. also, why did the doctor forget to tell me that random bruises will appear? i look like a rotten apple. it’s getting tiring to hide but it’ll be worth it once im better and cured! just gotta take more supplements ..

You drop your pen, look at the journals margins and see “october 5, doctor appt at 9am”. Your finger pads rub against the fresh bruises on your knees, your eyes drooping to a low level. You mumble out “Just .. have to take supplements” over and over. You rest your head on your cold pillow, your thoughts merging together into a mess.

Just have to take supplements, will I die? No, I like my friends. I hope I live. Doctor said last time I been making progress. It’ll be worth it at the end.

You spiral into a deep sleep after such horrific thinking, your dream consisting of you and Saiki playing tag you’re it.

“I got you!” You laugh, to which Saiki replies with a laugh louder than yours.

“You got me!” He replies, his whole aura full of fluorescent colors as your dream appears to end. The scenery fades away, waking you up and leaving you pondering. The dream was too rushed. You turn to your journal and scribble harshly on the naked paper.

dreaming of Saiki? that's so absurd. whatever, he's still rude and mean and i don't like him ! at all.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 4

The hallway is exceptionally quiet, all you can hear is your shoes click clacking. You had forgotten your regular school shoes and had to bring in fancier shoes than usual. Which almost got you in trouble with Matsuzaki but he was already yelling at Nendou for his stupid haircut .. again. Your books are tucked inside your arms as you walk hurriedly across the squeaky floor. “Okay just gotta get home .. just gotta-” THUD.

You look down in devastation, your clumsiness always comes out in the worst times and sadly, one of those times is now. Looking down at your scattered books, you kneel down and collect your books. You twist and turn to grab your favorite possession of all but ..

Someone’s foot is set upon your new and crispy book, you huff and swat their foot away. “Jeez, get your foot off! You probably have shit on it” You scowl, attempting to pull the book out of underneath their foot.

“Jane Austen”.

You slowly look up and see Saiki towering over you, but this time he isn’t intimidating or belittling you. He actually looks .. lovely? Okay, maybe that’s too much of a affectionate word. Although, the way the sunlight was reflecting off his glasses and the wind is slightly blowing his hair in a movie like manner-

Darn, the wind ! Who even opened the window ?!?! I can't find this lame excuse of a specimen attractive !

Carefully, you stand up, your books all jumbled up in your crossed arms. You cannot help but stare at him, but so is he, therefore you’re allowed to stare back right?

“Yeah” You softly utter, your blinking decreasing as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his hair to his lips. “She's a genius” Saiki bluntly comments, reaching down and snatching up your book. He dusts it off and hands it to you, his face softens up and you only notice this because you cannot tear your eyes away from him.

“That she is” Your eyes drop to the floor, your finger brushing against his as you grasp the book. You look up at his expression, expecting him to look at you in slight disgust.

He just looks at you blankly.

“Get home” he suggests, no, he tells you. You tilt your head in confusion, wondering why he even decided to converse with you in the first place. You watch him walk away in silence, your heart beating from the interaction.

He could have just walked by so why did he … your thoughts trail off, your fingers caressing your book cover. Maybe he’s not so bad.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 8

Physical fitness is not your strongest aspect, therefore gym class is not the highlight of your day unlike …

Him.

Your eyes wander to Saiki, whose turn it is to kick the ball and you’re right in front of him which makes you nervous. This is your first time having to play such game with him and you're praying that he's awful at it.

He might hit me or something .. no maybe he’ll be gentle.

You smile obnoxiously at him after the teacher blows the whistle, signaling him to kick the ball. He ignores you, as always. You see him visibly sigh as he kicks the ball. You squint, the ball seems to becoming directly to your face.

BAM !

The ball comes full force onto your nose, your head tilting back and you stumble back. You moan in annoyance, grabbing your nose and the spewing of blood spills on your gray shirt. You hear a faint “Yikes” and know it's Saiki’s antisocialness being aware that he hit you quite harshly by accident.

Yeah, this is going to leave a bruise. You can feel your head becoming light, your stumbling continuing as you feel dizziness. You collapse with a loud thud, and see a blurry image of Aren rushing to you along with Kaidou. Why am I always in pain ..

You wake up in a jolt, your lips trembling as the coldness of the room hits you like a breeze.

“Hey, you look awful”.

You spun your attention to your side, and see Saiki holding onto your finger. You look down at him with fear, solely because this isn’t like him? He notices the look on your face and immediately lets go, his coughing trying to cover up the tension in the room. “Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were .. okay” He says, sitting back on the spinning chair. His eyes seem to dart from every feature to another on your face. You clear your throat, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket on top of your lap.

“Did I bruise?” You question. Saiki just nods, holding up his phone’s camera to your face so you could see the atrocious injury on your nose. You wince, scrunching up your face to see if it hurts.

Yup, it stings.

Saiki clicks the camera button, causing you to groan at him as he tries to hide his smile as he turns off his phone.

"Memories" He insists, "I'll keep this to embarass you". You poke his arm excessively, in a way to hurt him but to not exactly cause pain. "Keep one eye open at night, Kusuo Saiki!"

The both of you continue to bicker, you did not take note of this at the moment but Saiki's eyes were glimmering. He truly is seeing you as a friend.

Perhaps, something else, he never knows nor does he want to know. All he knows is you don't irritate him as much as he'd thought you would.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 12

You’re piling up strawberries on Saiki’s lunch tray, he seems to not care but you know he’s definitely annoyed. You smirk as he places them back one by one on your tray, not even sparing you a glance.

“Hey, atleast try to look like you’re tired of my bullshit” You splutter, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you see that your efforts to make him flip out on you are not working.

“Such a potty mouth, huh?” He says agitatedly, his voice oddly raspy and low. Your cheeks immediately turn pink, you’re not sure if it’s his expression or the sound of his voice that has you all flustered. You look at your friends who are next to you and Saiki, but none of them seem to take notice of this conversation taking place.

You focus on Saiki again, struggling to speak but no words seem to slip out. He quickly cocks his eyebrows up in a teasing manner, dropping his chopsticks on his tray and fleeing the scene. Leaving you in awe but in a flushed manner.

That was .. hot of him .. ok Y/n what’s wrong with you !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 16

Kaidou and Nendou invited you to a pastry bakery, along with Saiki to try out some new sweets. So there you are, in your wrinkly school uniform to which Kaidou points out and you hear Saiki slightly snort at the comment.

You flick whipped cream at Saiki’s cheek from your strawberries and cream snack, his face falling to a stoic look. You instantly regret the decision as he wipes it off with a napkin. You slowly turn to Kaidou with a horrific expression, he just whistles and looks around as if he saw nothing. Nendou, of course, is devouring the heavenly angel cake slice he ordered. You feel a tap on your shoulder, you cringe at first, terrified to see Saiki's face. You awkwardly grin at him and he tilts his head at you, booping your nose to leave cream hanging.

You screech silently, using your bare hand to clean off your nose. He slightly smiles.

“What a pain you are”.

You blink slowly at him, wondering if what you saw is just another delusion.

Did he just smile at me ?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 22

With a mischievous smile on your face and your stable cell phone service, you call Saiki's house phone to invite him out for a bike ride. Crossing your fingers, you hope that his mother picks up, knowing that she’ll force him to go out with his school friend.

And .. she does!

Saiki is not so thrilled with the fact that you trapped him with you for the next four hours, but you really needed some alone time with him until your body gave out on you.

“I like your bike, matches your glasses” You say softly, patting Saiki’s lime green bicycle’s seat. It was double seated and you’re wondering if he brought this one out on purpose. “Don’t you have one with just one seat? You so wanted to be close-” he huffs loudly, “Just get on, try not to fall”.

You smile tenderly, watching Saiki slide onto the front seat. He pats the seat behind him with a blank look, urging you to hurry up.

“Oh right” you say, climbing on and carefully placing your hands on his shoulders. He turns to you with a small smile.

“I won't let you bruise” He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. You freeze, smiling sheepishly. Not knowing if you were suppose to hear that or not.

“Yeah .. I hope you don’t”.

So there you go, riding the neighborhoods with wind blowing at you both. Your hands cling to either Saiki's shoulders or waist.

He doesn't mind at all.

⠀⠀⠀⠀SEPTEMBER 28

You sigh, examining your face and legs in your body mirror. Your eyes trailing from bruise to bruise, trying not to laugh at how much of a color palette you are right now.

“This is so going to be the death of me” You mumble, plastering bandages on your leg injuries to avoid rising questions from your friends.

They already wondered, well everyone but Saiki how you got so many bruises and why they never seemed to disappear. Aren asked if you got into fights, you laughed with him and you shook your head no. Kaidou seems to be extra cautious with his surroundings when he's with you. It bothered you that he had to do that for you but he was just being protective.

Teruhashi once found your pills in a case in your backpack when she asked to borrow a pen from you. You simply told her they were supplements, and it was the truth. She dropped the subject and never mentioned it again, but you could see worry flash on her face everytime she sees you.

Honestly, you don't think your condition is bad, and your illness isn't too bad. Everyone just exaggerates, and it can be cured easily. Although your diagnosis came so late, you fear it might turn you to ashes before you could fix it.

Rubbing your eyes, your bones are aching and begging you to get some rest. Your body is practically screaming in capital letters, you ignore it as you button up your shirt. You force a smile, wiping the mirror clean of dust as you look over your tired reflection.

"Let's go, again" You give yourself a thumbs up and go on your way to school.

☆☆☆

Saiki did not want to admit it, but he notices how your bruises show up and how tired your eyes look. Your fatigueness may be the most visible problem of yours, but nobody else really notices it.

Except for him of course.

So when you show up to class in an ironed shirt and clean shoes, he feels obligated to ask if you're really okay. He wishes he could read your mind right now but your thoughts are so disarranged he cannot pick them apart individually. Although, he has an easier time reading them when you're worn out. He doesn't like reading your thoughts, he feels as if it is invading your personal space. Maybe you aren't ready to tell people what is happening, and he wants to respect that.

He sighs, knowing his powers are pretty useless as of right now. He senses something truly bad is occurring to you, that's why he tries to create some distance between you two. Saiki does not want to get close to you in case you will not be around for too long.

He has failed, obviously.

He twirls his pen and looks at you resting your head on the desk. His eyes glance down at his notebook, his scribbles about you in vague sentences.

Y/n is sick. illness? bruises, fatigue, weight loss a bit? what illness.

He scratches his head, wracking his brain to come to at least one conclusion. His gaze drops down to your legs, the multiple bandages stuck to your skin only makes him wince.

They're trying so hard to hide it, why?

You snore quietly, making Saiki abandon his thinking. He slightly smiles, his pen scribbling once again on the paper.

They snore. Wish I found it annoying.

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[charbon-et-feu]

I got this ask on my art blog within minutes of posting that Hoenn boys bunny art so I'm pretty sure that's what prompted it. I don't want to clutter my art blog with this nonsense, so I'm not going to answer it there, but I do want to dissect it a little bit.

"You're not even trying to age him up or anything"

It's fascinating (and sometimes a little concerning) to get a glimpse of what people's standards are for what makes a fictional character look like an adult. I can usually see where people are coming from when they assume that a character is young based on their appearance, but it's annoying when people confidently say that a character must be a child if they're drawn a certain way, and then go on to assume the worst of an artist if they draw something a little spicy. It's already difficult to guess most people's ages irl, so it's silly to think you can reliably guess the age of a fictional character drawn in an anime/cartoon style.

People come in all shapes and sizes. People from some East Asian countries tend to be shorter and younger looking, and then you have people from Scandinavian countries who are typically super tall. Idk where anon is from, but a lot of the people who like to fuss over the ages of fictional characters are from the US. This is crazy to me because the US is such a diverse melting pot, so you would think that someone living here would understand that there's no one-size-fits-all definition for what an adult looks like.

And none of this even really matters when you're talking about fictional characters. They're not real. They're objects, dolls that we play dress up with and smush together and use to tell stories. We throw them on a stage to entertain us. Sometimes, it's heartwarming or funny or sad, and, sometimes, it makes us uncomfortable. Oftentimes, we put them through hell, but no matter what, they can't hurt us, and we can't hurt them. So, it's a safe way to explore our ideas and try to understand ourselves and our world a little better.

It's so strange when people judge someone based only on what they enjoy in fiction and art. It really doesn't matter how I draw Brendan or any other character, so I'm just gonna keep doing what I'm doing. But I do want to try to dig into why anon thinks that I'm not aging up Brendan at all, because I think it's interesting to analyze and try to understand the thought process behind comments like these. Feel free to take this next bit of rambling with a grain of salt. I'm mostly just speculating based off anon's ask and similar arguments that I've observed from people who try to argue that a character looks too young to be an adult.

For reference, here's the art that (most likely) prompted the ask:

When I draw Brendan, I'm usually going for older teen/young adult. I did make him a little skinnier than I would have liked here, but he still looks like he could be anywhere from a teen to a baby-faced adult. So why does anon see a child?

I'm guessing one of the main reasons is that Brendan is short. And since Wallace is super tall, it makes Brendan look even smaller. Most of the characters don't have canon heights, but I've seen people estimate Wallace's height at a little over 6'(183cm) by comparing character models in Pokemon Masters, and Steven is a few inches shorter than Wallace. I go with 6'2"(188cm) for Wallace and 5'11"(180cm) for Steven. I think most of the protags are under 5'(152cm), but I make Brendan at least 5'5"(165cm). Even with the extra inches, Wallace still makes him look small lol. Here's a little chart I made for myself a while ago so you can see what I mean.

Could I make Brendan taller? I guess I could, but I'm not going to. The height difference is part of the appeal for me. It's fun to draw, and with certain poses, it can be an interesting challenge. Also, short men exist, and they're valid.

I'm guessing the other reason anon sees Brendan as a child is because I drew him pretty cutesy and baby-faced compared to Steven and Wallace. In the bunny pic, Brendan's bashful expression and somewhat feminine pose and outfit also add to the cuteness. I like to keep the somewhat big, rounded eyes from his canon design, but I do the same thing when I draw Akari/Dawn, and I haven't gotten any angry asks about my volokari art. I just like to draw Brendan cute. Is that the problem? Can someone not be perceived as a man if they give off too much cute, feminine energy? Hmm... That kinda smells like toxic masculinity.

I can't help but wonder if anon is letting common stereotypes rooted in traditional patriarchal USAmerican gender norms poison their perception of what a man should look like. "Real" men must be tall, strong, rugged, etc, and if they don't meet those strict standards then they must be either a boy or a woman. (Similarly, women must be short, dainty, soft, have big boobs, etc, but this is about Brendan so we won't get into that.) If you transfer this mindset to stylized art of fictional characters, I can see how anon arrived at their conclusion. But this way of thinking is close-minded and objectively wrong because the average, white USAmerican's view of the world is not universal. What about short, feminine men? Flat chested women? Trans men? Are we not allowed to draw and sexualize these types of characters? Kinda sucks for all the short kings and petite women out there who want to see a character that looks like them get railed by their favorite blorbo of the month. Sorry guys, you must be this tall if you want a fictional character with your body type to be sexualized. No fun allowed.

Maybe I'm wrong and it's not that deep, but this is how ridiculous people sound when they start breaking out the rulers and measuring the art of fictional characters to determine if it fits into their (often inconsistent) standards of what an adult looks like. Now, I do understand that certain types of art can make people uncomfortable, and that's perfectly valid. I also have a certain threshold for when a character starts to look a little too young and I'm no longer comfortable seeing them depicted in certain ways. When I come across art like that, I just unfollow/block/mute and move on. It's not that serious and definitely not a good reason to jump into some random person's inbox to harass them.

Also, I don't want to get into this topic too much (since this is already really long) but I think it's worth noting that these types of comments usually only start popping up when the art has sexual elements to it. Young Shounen Anime protagonists experience varying degrees of violence regularly, but I can't remember the last time I saw someone question the morals of those creators. Why does the pearl clutching only happen when creators try to dive into sexual territory with fictional characters? Just something I wish these people would take the time to think about.

Anyway, anon can think I'm weird if they want, but I think the assumptions they're making say a lot more about them than they do about me. I'm just here to have fun and draw cute anime boys, and Brendan just happens to be my favorite doll rn. I enjoy playing dress up with him, and sometimes that means he's gotta get in the bunny outfit. It's fine. He's having fun. He told me himself.

I didn't mean to ramble this much, and I don't usually like engaging with discourse, but I had some thoughts, and I wanted to get some of them out. I love art. I think creators should be free to make whatever beautiful, weird art they want, so I think it's important to push back against this behavior when we can. But if I get more asks like this, I promise I won't respond to them often.

If you made it to the end, thanks for taking the time to read all that. I don't usually talk much, so when I do, it's nice when people listen. As a reward for your efforts, please accept this unfinished Steven art.