#i feel like i need to draw more of him but i need ideas first

[inlovewithmyhyperfixations]

Patronus- a jegulus microfic (648 words).(inspo: @aithusarosekiller)

Regulus was worried. Worried his brother won’t show up. Worried the spell won’t work. Worried how he’s going to tell Sirius about his secret.

   He was pacing now, back and forth, over and over again; the voice in his head growing louder and louder.

    He should’ve never slipped that letter to Sirius, he was an idiot. Why should he respond? Why would he even co-

     “Reg?” A voice spoke. Regulus turned around quickly, eyes a little too wide and skin a little too pale.

  It was Sirius, he was actually here. 

Regulus let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and felt his body relax. “Hello brother.” He said, nodding at him. Sirius looked at him, eyebrows slightly raised. “Did you really think I wouldn’t show up?” He said smoothly, walking over to Regulus and throwing an arm around his shoulder. “You’re my brother, of course I’ll come.” He said, ��Besides, now you owe me something.” He added. Regulus grimaced and took his brother’s arm off him. Of course Sirius would say something like that.

“Now, what do we need to do?” He asked, and Regulus mumbled something a little too softly. “Er..what?” His brother asked, and Regulus sighed. He should have never invited him here.

“I want to learn how to cast a patronus.” He said somewhat quickly, and Sirius grinned. “You mean to say that little Reggie wants my he-“

“I’m too much of a bad person.” He cut his brother off sharply, ignoring the nickname. Sirius looked at him, a look of small sadness in his eyes. “Reggie..” he started.

“This was stupid. Just leave.” Regulus said, not looking at his brother. How could he expect him to understand this?

“Well what kind of brother would I be if I left you here?” He asked, and strides over to him. “You’re not a bad person, Reg; you just need a good memory.” Sirius explained. “You need to let it fill you up, you need to feel the happiness.” Regulus just looked at him. “A happy memory? Me? Are you-“ He started, but realized who he was talking to, and decided not to finish his sentence. He exhaled. A happy memory. This shouldn’t be too hard.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

It had been an hour. That’s how long Sirius had been in that room, trying to help Regulus with his patronus. “Reg, if you want, we can try tomor-“

“No.” Regulus cut him off, and Sirius sighed. “Reg, it doesn’t have to be an exact memory. I bet you could have a memory about a certain person. Or people, just, yknow, how they make you feel. Use that happiness and, well, make a patronus.” He said, and Regulus glared at him, but he seemed to take his advice seriously, and he exhaled, looking more focused than ever.

“Expecto Patronum!” Regulus yelled for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Sirius looked up from his arm, which was covered in tiny ink drawings, and he almost choked. 

The patronus worked, but it wasn't a cat, or even a lion.

It was a stag. A motherfucking stag. 

Sirius felt like he was going to explode. It could’ve been a coincidence, he tried to tell himself, but he knew better. There’s no way that’s been his patronus this entire time. 

His brother was in love with his best friend. And he had no idea what he was going to do.

Regulus looked at his brother, his eyes sparkling. He looked more happy than ever. “You saw that, right?!” He yelled, and Sirius was taken back to the time Regulus showed him his first spell.

“Yeah,” Sirius said weakly. But he saw his brother. For the first time in a while, he saw him. And he was happy. And if James was going to make him happy..

well, he would be a shitty brother to keep him away.

(@idkjustlemmedrownlikerab)

[milliesfishes]

Millie hope you are well! Had a request idea! Was thinking about the idea of sweet innocent reader still being so protective of Billy. (And he’s even more protective of her obviously!) and maybe! maybe! when they are going to bed one night she’s like “don’t worry I won’t let anything get to you they’d have to go through me first” and he’s just like 🥹 cause she couldn’t hurt a fly but it’s the sentiment

this is short but :) needed some feel-good

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou're protective over billy౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Billy always shifted into a different mindset whenever you were with him.

You were his sweetheart, the one thing truly worth having in this world, and therefore he was always on alert when you were in public with him. Besides wanting to protect you, he was well aware of what being seen with him could mean. There were folks out there who wouldn't stop and think about what a kind, lovely girl you were. All they saw was your connection to him.

He was subtle about it, or he tried to be. Always scanning the perimeter, making sure no threats were looming on the horizon. Anyone who decided it'd be a good idea to threaten his girl was a dead man on sight. You were blissfully unaware as far as he knew, always chattering happily with your hand slipped into the crook of his elbow.

One look into your eyes, one touch, one call of his name and he'd melt, all his attention on you. Billy swore you made him better just by being near him. So in return, he saved only for you all the softest parts of himself.

The gentlest kisses. The softest touches. You got everything the world didn't. Billy was very careful with you, terrified that he would make a wrong move and you would slip between his fingers and he'd be left to dream. But everything he did only seemed to draw you closer.

"That was my first kiss," you confessed softly after the first time he'd touched his lips to yours. Billy's heart swelled a little at your admittance, and he cupped your cheeks, kissing your forehead. It was at that moment that he knew what a treasure you were, and how safe he'd keep you. The fact that you'd trusted him with a first meant more to him than he could ever say.

He eased you into everything slowly, making sure you were comfortable, double checking with each move. Billy could see the difference between you before and after and it only made him want to protect you more.

You were different when you were taken care of. Your smile was brighter, your demeanor more relaxed. You seemed happy, and Billy was determined to keep it that way. His sweet girl deserved it. The best, because you were the best.

He began bringing you along for nearly everything except work, sitting you in front of him on his horse and riding around the surrounding area, to run errands. You would lean happily against his chest, playing with his hand on your waist, accepting the kisses he pressed to your head with a sweet smile.

There was no doubt in his mind about loving you. How could he ever do any different. Eventually he found a little cabin secluded enough to settle into, and you were a frequent visitor there. Billy had discovered that his favorite thing in the world was holding you while you slept, and he wanted to do it as much as possible.

It was the fact that you were even able to sleep around him. That your body allowed itself to be unconscious, that you felt safe enough to do so. Billy would bundle you in blankets and kiss your nose, holding you close until your eyes grew sleepy. He swore he couldn't go even a week without it.

"C'mere," Billy murmured one night, slipping into bed and reaching for you. Once you settled into his chest, he pulled a blanket over your back, kissing your forehead. "There we go. All comfy now."

"Billy?" You murmured it half into his chest.

He looked down, rubbing your back gently. "You okay, baby?"

"Mhm." You sat up a little, elbow on his chest. He smiled slightly, looking up at you, hand still stroking up your lower back.

"I'm gonna look out for you," you murmured, nuzzling into him. "People are so mean to you Billy."

"That's okay, angel," he said quietly, holding his lips to your hair. "It's okay."

"Uh uh." You shook your head, resting your chin on your arm. "They have to go through me, Billy. Nobody can be mean to you."

That brought a smile to his face, imagining his sweetheart telling someone off for badmouthing him. But he didn't laugh, only leaned down to kiss you gently. "Thank you, baby. That's very good of ya."

"You're welcome," you said proudly, snuggling close with your head on his shoulder. Billy let himself smile wider once your eyes were closed, and he hid it in your hair anyways.

He truly didn't know what he would do without you.

[thehypnone]

HI HYPNONE !!! I hope youre doing well !!!

We have a headcanon that Aeon/Phantom is blind and missing a limb due to a summoning accident ,,, do u have any thoughts or ideas about this at all,,,

first ficlet of 2025! i focused on the blind part because i also love @midnight-moth's headcanon where bug kinda sees with his quintessence, so here's my take on him learning to do it

“Now focus,” Omega tells him quietly, so as not to break Aeon’s concentration. “Get the quintessence out and feel the world with it.”

The younger ghoul takes a deep breath and when he releases it, his magic starts radiating from him and spreading around the small room they’re currently in. As it settles on some items placed here and there and the walls, Aeon starts feeling them; though he can’t quite make out what is what or where just yet.

He needs it if he wants to perform on stage as he was summoned to do.

Yes, he could learn to function being blind—and missing half a leg and most of his tail—but it would not only take him long, but also wouldn’t suffice for touring. Aeon is determined and him being a quintessence ghoul is a blessing in disguise in this situation; knowing it’s possible, Omega has offered to teach him a skill that could make up for the sight he’s lost during his summoning.

“Let it settle like dust over everything,” the older ghoul advises, “let it hug everything and then you’ll get it all mapped out in your mind.”

Aeon tries; he pushes more waves of magic out and wills them to do what Omega’s just described. He can feel the quintessence thickening and starting to collide with different things and they do start taking shape in his brain, making him break into a smile.

“Don’t cheer just yet,” Omega gently scolds him, but he’s happy and proud of the other, too. He’s been working so hard and it’s finally starting to take effect. “Don’t lose focus, push it more.”

The younger ghoul keeps smiling, but his brows draw further together in concentration and determination. He obeys and presses on with his mind and then–

“The guitar!” he exclaims. It makes the whole thing drop, but Aeon doesn’t care. “Omega, the guitar, it was there, I had–I saw it!”

Omega chuckles as he reaches out to pat the other on the back, “Good job, bug. You’re doing so well!”

“Does it work the same with people? With faces?” Aeon asks eagerly, with his smile so bright Omega might just tear up. He’s so incredibly proud of him.

“More or less, yeah,” he replies and the other’s smile grows impossibly.

“I want to see you! Can I see you? Please!!!” Aeon begs, his nub of a tail wagging. How could Omega decline?

“It’s a bit trickier, but yes,” he says, “I believe you’re capable of that, you just need to focus really hard.”

“Okay! I can do it.” The younger ghoul decides and then shakes the excitement off of himself, making Omega chuckle—he’s not unlike a wet dog shaking off water. He needs a moment to get rid of the excessive emotion before he can ground himself and properly focus again, but after a couple minutes he’s ready.

Aeon gathers up his quintessence before pushing it out again—except this time he directs it all in front of himself, at Omega, instead of all around the room. Slowly, the older ghoul’s body shape starts appearing in his mind and it grows sharper and sharper until he’s not a blob of purple light anymore, but…Omega.

Aeon tears up as he looks at the face of his mentor for the first time. He’s smiling with pride at him and that makes it even better—even though Aeon doesn’t yet know how to recognize the emotions on others’ faces, he can feel them strongly.

“I hope I am not ugly enough for you to regret me being your first ever seen face Topside?” Omega jokes—he can see his lips moving—and tears start falling from Aeon’s sightless eyes before he throws himself forward, into the others’ arms.

“You’re g–gorgeous,” Aeon sobs into his chest as the image from his mind starts to fade—he mourns it already, but it only makes him even more determined to master this skill. He wants to see his packmates. He needs to see them.

“Oh, kiddo,” Omega coos; also quite moved. Then, in an attempt to lighten the mood again, “Wait until you see Cumulus’ boobs.”

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Penis Fly Trap

Summary: Well, hello, it's been a while since I've done one of these!

So, in a thread, @miasmaghoul came up with the idea of Mountain having a cunt that will clench so hard around a cock that it is like his knot that he won’t let go until he is ready too and has milked the holder’s balls dry. As she said, ‘It’s like one of those milking machines they use on dairy farms, and no one else has a clue how he manages it, but if Mount’s in the right mood, he’ll make the rounds and drain every pair of balls, he can find just to leave their owners sprawled and drooling in his wake.

Now, this gave me the idea of what if getting milked by Mountain is one of the initiations into the band you do to finally be a part of the pack?

Think of it like this, Phantom and Aurora have been on Earth for around 7 months now, and due to them having been on tour, it’s taken a while for them to get their “initiation” done. Of course, they’ve had sex with the rest of the band at least 5 times each by now, even with Mountain, but they have only heard stories of his cryptic power, which is his milking knot.

But today is the day.

Notes: I know I'm not the best at smut, but I tried my best, I hope y'all enjoy this! And happy new year!

-Love Whiskey <3

Words: 1.7K

The ghouls have been home for a month now, and everything has been set up for the event, which is essentially an all-day orgy. Poor Phantom and Aurora are already fucked out and stupid when it’s their turn with Mountain, having made their rounds with every other ghoul in the pack, from Dewdrop and Aether to Alpha and Omega to Zephyr and Ivy.

Utterly fucked out, holes loose and leaking with slick and cum, cocks sensitive and aching from overuse, Phantom and Aurora cling to each other as they approach Mountain, who is laid out prettily on the couch, idly stroking his hard little t-dick and smirking as a glob of slick drips out of his hole.

“Well, well, well, is it finally my turn?” he purrs as he beckons them closer with his wet fingers, offering the soaked appendages once they’re close enough.

Phantom can’t get his mouth around them fast enough, almost choking himself on them as he licks them clean.

“Oh yes, they’re ready to experience that tight little cunt” Aether chuckles darkly while he’s basically holding Swiss and Dewdrop upright. The giant smiles, “Is that right? Well, I think Phantom can go first since he’s being such a good boy for me. Why don’t you come give me that pretty cock”

The young Quintessence ghoul rushes between those pretty thighs, barely coherent enough to push his cock against that fluttering hole, but he manages. Managing to push all the way to the hilt in one go, making them both let out punched-out noises.

“Fuck-” Mountain groans as he’s filled with a cock for the first time today, having wanted to save himself for these two and not wanting to risk knotting anyone besides Phantom or Aurora. “Go on, sweet boy, take what you need.” the drummer coos, feeling the little ghoul kick inside him.

Phantom whines as his hips draw back before shooting forward, building into a frantic, needy pace that makes Mountain pant. That thick cockhead drags against his gummy walls, slamming into that sensitive spot in just the right way to make that knot in his taunt stomach begin to tighten rapidly.

The poor, needy Quint mewls as he feels Mountain clench, “So, so tight! Need…need more….wanna..feel” Placing a hand on that taught stomach, he pushes down until he feels his cock pistoning in and out, making the giant choke. “Lucifer below, Bug! Gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, to make me knot that pretty little cock and lock you inside me?” he pants out, long legs wrapping tightly around lean hips.

“Please da..mountain, wanna be stuck in you, wanna be knotted” Phantom babbles out, pleading with his big purple eyes, tail curling around his waist to rub that hard little t-dick. Moaning, the Earth ghoul sits up just enough to grip the Quint behind the head and yank him into a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth.

It only takes a few more well-aimed thrusts before Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull as the knot in his stomach bursts. Clamping down around Phantom’s cock like a vise, locking him in place just as he cums as well. Shooting rope after rope of hot cum into that needy cunt.

Shaking, Phantom drops exhausted into Mountain’s arms, mewling and clawing at the couch as he babbles about how tight it is, how it’s milking him, that it’s too much.

Meanwhile, Aurora bursts into giggles as she watches, “Aww, poor Tommy can’t handle it!” but no one else joins her, making her slowly stop. “You’re laughing now, little songbird, but that’s the standard reaction for anyone experiencing Mountain’s cunt for the first time,” Swiss warns her with a sing-songy voice, smirking at her.

Her mismatched iridescent eyes widened, “Wha..what do you mean, no way?!” her voice cracks slightly as Sunshine presses up behind her, her spent cock slotting against her soft hip, “Oh honey, that tight little hole will quite literally eat you alive, we call it her Penis Fly Trap.”

Poor Aurora feels like she might explode before she gets the chance to experience this god who is so close yet so far as she watches Mountain rub Phantom’s back and coo soft praise to him as they both calm down. “Just…just how intense are we talking?” she asks nervously.

All the ghouls in the room look at each other, “Think about his normal tightness and multiply it by 10.” Alpha smirks at the little ghoulette, making her shudder just imagining it. “I…I think I can handle it better; I’m not nearly as dramatic as Phantom,” she stutters, making the older ghouls laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to eat those words. It’s your turn now.” Zephyr nods to see Phantom sliding out of Mountain with a whimper, immediately collapsing beside him.

The giant sits up with a smirk as Aurora creeps forward. “Hello, little one, are you ready for your turn?” his deep voice made her shudder and thick cock kick between her thighs. Mountain licks his lips as he studies her.

While Phantom is by no means small, Aurora is certainly the bigger of the two. Her cock is at least 7 inches long and almost as thick as Aether, about the width of a beer can, with a pretty pink head that makes his mouth water. It would be such the perfect mouthful for him, imagining just cockwarming her in his throat until she's mewling. But he quickly shakes off the thoughts as she comes within reach.

Holding out a hand, “Why don’t you sit, songbird? No offense, but I’m not quite sure you’re tall enough to fuck me standing,” he teases as her small soft palm meets his.

Aurora’s cheeks flush as she lets him pull her to sit beside him, just for the giant to suddenly move to straddle her lap. Chest heaving, she stares up into those intense green eyes as he takes her cock in hand, “Deep breath, little daffodil, I’m not stopping until I’m done,” is the only warning she gets before Mountain sinks down on her cock with a debauched moan.

Eyes rolling back in her skull as she’s engulfed in tight, hot, gummy walls, Aurora lets out a high-pitched cry, hips stuttering up to try and follow as he lifts himself up. “What did we say, honey? Now enjoy the ride 'cause you just got yourself stuck,” Aether’s voice comes from somewhere she could care less from, focused solely on the tight cunt swallowing up her cunt with each bounce of the large ghoul in her lap.

Her little tits bounce as she grips those lean hips, “Aww sweetheart, did you talk a big game but are unable to keep up with it? Such a stupid little girl, why don’t you just sit there and let me use you like the pretty little toy you are” Mountain coos are he reaches down to stroke his cock in quick little movements.

Poor Aurora feels her brain melting out of her ears as she feels her balls begin to draw up, “Cl..close! Go..Gonna cum” she mewls as she feels the giant clench around her. “Go right ahead, sweetheart. But like I said, I won’t stop until I’m done.”

Aurora lets out a panicked noise as she feels him speed up even more, “Fuck, I’m gonna have to use you two more often, such perfect little toys,” Mountain groans; this is when she notices Phantom kneeling behind them just before his tongue runs from her balls all the way up Mountain’s slit.

The sensation of both Mountain’s cunt squeezing her cock and that filthy little tongue lapping at her is her ultimate downfall. T only takes two passes before she’s shooting deep inside that pretty cock. Squelching noises fill the den as cum begins to leak out that tight hole around her cock, but Phantom is quick to clean this up.

Unfortunately, Aurora realizes Mountain wasn’t kidding as he chuckles darkly, “Aww sweetheart, did you cum?” he coos as she begins to squirm under him, “I told you, I'm not stopping until I am done,” his voice dark as he pins her wrists to the couch when she tries to unsuccessfully shove him off to no avail.

“You know what you can say to stop this, but you won’t feel that pretty cunt cum around you,” Swiss teases from somewhere, but she can’t even hear him as blood pounds in her ears.

It’s all too much, the wet, silky walls squeezing her like a vice, the weight atop her, the hot tongue lapping at her balls. It all leads to her squirting again less than two minutes later.

The poor ghoulette squeals when she finally feels Mountain's cum; that already too-tight vice becomes even tighter, slick gushing around her when he squirts, moaning like a whore as he desperately rubs his clit until he's gushing a mess on Phantom’s face and Aurora’s lap.

Phantom laps desperately to try and catch every drop of cum he possibly can until Mountain is shaking with overstimulation.

There are whoops and hollers of excitement from around them from the ghouls as Mountain slumps onto the couch, curling his large body around Aurora’s tiny one.

Aether comes behind them a few minutes later, running a gentle hand up Mountain’s spine after pulling Phantom up to sit back on the couch. “Lucifer, dammit, Mount, I think you broke the poor thing,” he chuckles when he sees the ghoulette is crossed-eyed and drooling. To which the giant chuckles himself, “Well, I did warn her; she should’ve held it,” he hisses as he slowly lifts himself off, groaning as he collapses on the couch.

Chuckling while Sitting down, Aether pulls those thin but powerful thighs apart to inspect that swollen cunt, lips puffy and clit standing at attention as slick and cum drools from his hole. From behind him, Phantom whines.

Smirking, “Aww buggy, do you wanna clean Mounty out?” he asks Phantom, who nods. “Well, go ahead.” Aether pulls him by the back of the neck between those thighs as Mountain’s eyes widen.

That night, the giant broke in two new members of the pack and was thoroughly rewarded by Phantom’s mouth and the rest of the pack. Let’s just say that the poor giant couldn’t walk right for a week afterward

[lumiolivier]

Cordially Invited

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 9796

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Cross Guild x Reader (YN)

a/n: This is it. My last post for the year. Thanks for sticking around with me while I ride the high of my One Piece hyperfixation. Especially with the Cross Guild. Here. I've been working hard on this for a while now. And uh...You know...For science...If someone were to draw Crocodile from this chapter, I'd be forever grateful...Happy Good Riddance to 2024 day. <3

You knew that your boys were not ones to shy away from a good party.  Given that Buggy was a natural entertainer, Mihawk was a slut for attention, and Crocodile practically lived in a casino in Alabasta, you knew there was no way you were getting out of a party.  Granted, you had your own plans.  You wanted a night of peace and quiet.  You wanted a night of some time alone with Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile.  And possibly Perona if she was feeling up to it, but for the most part, you wanted your boys.

However, you were not going to get that luxury.  Because Mihawk wanted to play.  Mihawk needed that attention whore itch scratched.  And as much as he loved you, he needed something more.  That also meant you going into hiding.  Mihawk’s castle was full of secret passageways.  Some of them, he didn’t even know about.  Even though he had Perona who had a working map of the place in her head.  And given her pension for making things messy, it made you need an exceptional place to hide. 

You didn’t want to party.  You didn’t want to deal with people.  You didn’t want a bunch of strangers in your home.  You wanted your boys.  And no one could blame you.  You were their greedy baby and they loved you for it.  But from the time you knew Mihawk would wake up in the morning, you needed to be up at least ten minutes beforehand in order to find somewhere safe.  Where there was a party at Mihawk’s castle, there was going to be three gentlemen who wanted to spend their time making sure their crown jewel, their special treasure, shine as bright as possible.

Whether that treasure liked it or not.

Which brings us to why you’re hiding in a cozy corner of the castle.  Why you’re currently living like the rats in the wall.  Why you’re hoping like crazy that no one finds you.  You could hear footsteps outside your hiding place.  The worst game of hide and seek ever, you thought to yourself.  And you weren’t wrong.  You just wanted a day to yourself.  You didn’t want to deal with a party.  You didn’t want to deal with a full house.  You wanted your boys.  And your boys alone.  But oh, no.  Mihawk’s too big of an attention whore to realize his own attention whore right in front of him.

Tap…Tap…

“Found you,” Mihawk spoke outside the wall.  Your hands immediately went over your mouth as your breaths grew shallower.  They had to.  Mihawk could hear a pin drop on the other side of the castle.  You breathing in the walls would be nothing.  Still, you managed.  As far as you were concerned, he had no idea.  You were still safe.

“Did you find her yet?” Ordinarily, you’d love nothing more than to hear Crocodile’s voice.  However, this wasn’t the context.

“I did,” Mihawk confirmed, sending your heart rate through the ceiling, “I think she’s hiding in the servant passages.  And if I hear correctly…”

Tap…Tap…Tap.

“There?” Crocodile assumed.

“There,” Mihawk confirmed, “YN…You need to come out now, darling.  We don’t have time for this.”

You stayed right where you were.  Although, you knew you weren’t going to stay there forever.  You wouldn’t be able to.  You needed to run, but they’d definitely hear you running.  And Mihawk and Crocodile were never ones to shy away from the chase.  They liked the hunt.  Especially when you were their prey.  It brought out something incredibly primal in them.  And competitive.  Because they both knew whoever got to you first was the winner.  And yet, you never won in that scenario.  At least not like this. 

“And it looks like she’s not coming out,” Crocodile noticed, “Would you like me to get her?”

“If it’s not too much to ask for.”

“She seems to think she can run…” A sudden rush of sand came through the crack in the wall.  And Crocodile apparated on the other end, “But she cannot hide.  Hello, Princess.”

“Hello…” You knew you were screwed.  You knew you were so screwed.  You weren’t sure if it was the smirk on Crocodile’s face or the smug sense of satisfaction you could feel radiating from Mihawk.

“Oh, YN,” Crocodile pulled you against his chest, “You know I love you dearly.  You know I want only the best for you.  But it’s not nice to not come when we call for you.  Especially on nights like tonight.”

“Oh, fuck,” you fell in Crocodile’s arms.  Because he wasn’t going to give you another option, “Fine…”

“You’re going to go play with Mihawk for a while,” Crocodile picked your chin up, forcing eye contact with you, “And you’re going to be his good little girl for a while.  Do you understand?  You’re not going to give him any attitude.  You’re not going to be a brat.  You’re going to do exactly what he says and you will do it whenever he says to.  Aren’t you, YN?”

“Yes, sir…” Because any other answer would’ve resulted in Crocodile taking you over his knee.  And he was in a mood already.  Any other time, you going over Crocodile’s knee wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing.  Today was not the day.

And so, Crocodile held your hand while he marched you back down the hall and out the servants’ door.  Was it a death march?  No.  Did it feel like one?  Kind of.  Would you live through it?  Yes.  Absolutely.  That didn’t mean you wanted to, though.  Once you popped out of the servants’ door, Mihawk waited for you, leaned against the wall.  He wasn’t overly thrilled about your sudden game of hide and seek, but the chase wasn’t the worst. 

“Next time, darling,” Mihawk took you off Crocodile’s hands, “Make it a little more of a challenge.  The servant passages seem a little…I don’t know.  Cliché.  You’re much cleverer than that.  You can do better.”

“I probably could’ve found a better beach to wash up on, too,” you sassed him under your breath.

“And I seem to remember someone waking up in a nice, warm bed,” Mihawk thought back, “with dry clothes on her body and the moment she woke up, she had warm food in her stomach after not eating anything in days.  And then, she ended up with a roof over her head and three men who fell hopelessly in love with her.  You live such a difficult life, don’t you, YN?”

“I’m going with you, aren’t I?” You really didn’t anticipate Mihawk hearing you, but you really should’ve known better.  Mihawk’s hearing was sharp as a tack.

“The way I see it,” Mihawk bargained, “This can go one of two ways.  Either you fully cooperate with me and this is a pleasant experience for you or you don’t cooperate and I make this experience a living hell.  Either way, it’s getting done.”

You may have not been overly thrilled, but it wasn’t going to be the end of the world.  So, you forced a smile on your face, “I guess I cooperate.”

“Good choice, darling,” Mihawk stole a quick kiss from you, “Now, you know where to go.”

“I know, I know…”

When you first ended up on the shore just outside the castle, you were hardly alive.  You were shipwrecked and barely floated to the beach on a piece of driftwood.  But you were tired.  Your will to live slowly slipped away.  Any hope of finding help was lost.  Until you nearly blacked out on that little strip of beach.  You didn’t know how long you were on that beach, but it wasn’t that you were worried about.  It was you waking up in what would eventually be considered your bedroom that had you concerned.  You saw the wanted posters.  You knew who stood around you.  You knew who the Cross Guild was.  It wasn’t every day you ran into warlords.  And you also knew they were the most beautiful bunch of pirates to sail the seas.  But you knew they were dangerous.  You knew you needed to be careful.  In those days, though, you didn’t have the energy to fight back.  And you didn’t regret it for a single second.

Until Mihawk brought you to his room where a seamstress was already waiting for you.  And because you made Mihawk a promise, you had to suck it up.  Through the invasive measuring, you gritted your teeth and let her do what she needed to.  And once she was done, you immediately went straight into Mihawk’s bed.  It’s all you wanted.  Just comfort.  And maybe the sweet smell you two leave behind in those soft, silk sheets. 

“Oh, darling,” Mihawk crawled in next to you, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Catching a brief nap until I’m needed again,” you told him, your eyes closed and your head on the pillow. 

“No,” Mihawk gave you a nudge, “You’re going to have to go through a few fittings and make some fabric choices before you can take any naps.”

“Perona!” you called out into the ether, hoping she heard you somehow somewhere.

“You bellow for me, YN?” Perona apparated in the middle of Mihawk’s room.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“No,” Mihawk already shot that down, “You’re not letting Perona be your stand-in.  Not happening.  Although, while I have you here, Perona, perhaps you could help me with something.”

“Sure, Mihawk,” Perona floated above him, “What can I do for you, oh great master?”

“Perona…”

“I know, I know,” Perona brushed him off, “What’s on your mind?”

“I may need a second opinion,” Mihawk explained, “And I trust your judgments.”

“Aww, Mihawk,” Perona melted inside, “That’s so sweet of you.  I’d be happy to be your second opinion.  What’s it for?”

“We’re putting a dress together for YN for tonight,” Mihawk explained, “And I’m a little torn on fabrics.”

“I can do that,” Perona leaned over his shoulder, “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking jewel tones,” Mihawk suggested, “YN always looks drop dead stunning in jewel tones.  Then again, she also looks her best in absolutely nothing at all, so you understand my dilemma.”

“Mihawk,” Perona squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to suppress what just came out of his mouth, “Come on.  What you and YN do behind closed doors is your business.  I hear enough of it through the walls.”

“Sorry,” Mihawk looked over at you.  Beautiful, wonderful you, comfortably laying on your belly, “But I’m not wrong.  YN in jewel tones is the ideal.”

“Big surprise,” Perona floated on her back, “Mihawk wants YN in jewel tones.  Probably the darker jewel tones, too, right?”

“Naturally.”

“Again,” Perona reiterated, “Big surprise.  Come on, Mihawk.  Do you not want YN to branch out?  Or hey!  Better yet, shouldn’t we let her have an opinion?”

“When she doesn’t hide in the walls every time we throw a party,” Mihawk shot you a glare that ran through your body in the best way, “That’s when she gets an opinion.”

“Fair,” Perona let it go.

“Fair?” you whined, “Perona!  I thought you’d be on my side.  What happened to you being a girl’s girl?”

“I still am,” Perona assured you, “But Mihawk’s got a point.  If you were acting up, who am I to stop him from punishing his little brat?”

“Perona!”

“Thank you, Perona,” Mihawk pulled a few fabric swatches and handed them off to her, “Go on.  Pick your favorite.”

“Will do,” Perona thumbed through her options.

“Traitor…” you growled at her.

“I wouldn’t say traitor,” Perona held up a deep red silk to your face before grimacing a bit, “No.  Not that one.”

“Really?” Mihawk wondered, “Why not?  Honestly, that was my first choice.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Perona brushed him off, continuing through her choices, “Don’t get me wrong.  I do love a good dark red, but not for tonight.”

“Understandable,” Mihawk backed off.

“Hmm…” Perona held up another swatch to your cheek.  A deep green that she was seriously considering, “Mihawk?  What are we thinking?”

“Too subtle,” Mihawk shot her down, “YN is definitely stunning in green, but it’s not doing anything for me.”

“Alright, alright,” Perona kept going, this time, pulling a deep navy that nearly bordered on black, “What about this one?  How are we feeling?”

“You know,” Mihawk thought it over, “It’s not bad.  That one?”

“You don’t think it’s too subtle?” Perona wondered.

“Don’t you think YN should get a say in this?” you chimed in.

“Not now, darling,” Mihawk hushed you, “Perona and I are in deep collaboration.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you groaned, falling back onto the bed.

“No, no, no,” Mihawk smirked, “I like that.  As much as I love the thought of making YN stick out like a sore thumb, she’s still my sore thumb.  And everyone in the room needs to understand that.  No one needs to be making cheap passes at her.  And she certainly doesn’t need to stray.”

“She has no intention of it,” you nestled your face in Mihawk’s thigh, making yourself comfortable…and hopefully in his good graces.

“I know,” Mihawk ran his fingers through your hair, “I know.  Because cheating on me would mean cheating on Crocodile and Buggy, too.  And we all know that wouldn’t end pretty.”

“I’m not going to cheat on any of you,” you promised, “Mihawk, I love you.  And I love Buggy and Crocodile, too.  I’m not straying.  No matter how much this party is going to make me want to leave all three of you.”

“What did we do?” Mihawk wondered, “What did we possibly do to make you want to leave us?”

“You and Crocodile ganged up on me this morning,” you reminded him, shoving your finger in his chest, “Buggy was complicit.”

“Buggy’s been holed up in his room for the last hour,” Mihawk rolled his eyes, “You think I’m dramatic for things like this.  Clearly, you’ve never dealt with the clown when there’s promise of an audience.”

“He is kind of an attention whore,” Perona agreed, “But I hate to break it to you, Mihawk.  You’re just as bad.”

“Bullshit.”

“Really?” Perona floated on her belly, “Are we really going to go down this route?”

“YN,” Mihawk gave you a little nudge, “Stay in the castle.  Perona and I need to have some words.”

“Oh, boy!” Perona giggled, “My favorite.”

A sudden groan from down the hall caught your attention.  You figured that would be somewhere better than Mihawk’s room.  A room you didn’t expect to go into.  Crocodile grumbled curses to himself while the sound of falling objects clattered on the floor.  When Crocodile got into a mood, you knew to tread lightly, but something about this one felt different.  You’ve seen him in moods before.  You’ve never heard him in a mood coming out of his bathroom.

“Crocodile…?” you spoke softly, kindly, “Is everything ok?”

“Not now, YN,” Crocodile shooed you away, “It’s not the time.  I don’t want to deal with you when I’m pissed off.”

“What happened?” you tiptoed into the bathroom where Crocodile sat on a stool in nothing but a towel.  You’d be lying if you didn’t appreciate the sight.  Under any better circumstances, you would’ve been into it.  But seeing Crocodile with his face in his hands killed the moment.

“Don’t worry about it, YN,” Crocodile’s irritation only grew, “Go.  Aren’t you supposed to be with Mihawk right now?”

“He’s tearing Perona a new ass,” you filled him in, “He told me I could walk around the castle all I wanted.  I’m sure he’ll yell for me when he needs me again.”

“Then, shouldn’t you just stay with him?” Crocodile scoffed.

“Why would I do that,” you draped your arms over his bare, solid, and still slightly wet from his shower shoulders, “when you need me more than he does?”

As infuriated as Crocodile was, he couldn’t help but hold your hands against his chest, “Thank you, Princess.  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“So,” you hoped you had him calmed down enough to get him to talk.  Just a little, “What seems to be the problem?”

“It’s something incredibly stupid to get this pissed about,” Crocodile sighed out, “But I’m out of gel and it’s kind of getting to me.  I don’t look right without it.”

“That’s what this little tantrum was all about?” you stared blankly into the mirror, “That’s what’s got you so bitchy?”

“I told you it was stupid,” Crocodile got defensive again.

“Stupid, no,” you laid your head in his neck, “Nonsensical, yes.  So, you ran out of gel.  Find something else.  Or improvise.”

“There isn’t anything else around the castle,” Crocodile pouted, “There aren’t any supply ships running for another couple days.  Everything for this party came this morning and I didn’t realize how empty my jar was.”

But that’s when you had an idea.  You knew exactly how to fix everything, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I do,” Crocodile pulled you into his lap, “Why?”

“Because,” you kissed his cheek, “I have a plan.  Stay here.  I need to go steal some things from Buggy real quick.”

“What would you need to go steal from the clown?” Crocodile started to sweat a bit, “Unless he’s got a spare jar of the goods, I don’t see you needing to see Buggy, too.”

“Just trust me,” you left Crocodile alone in the bathroom and bolted down the hall, nearly tripping over your own two feet.  You had a plan.  And a good one at that.  But before you could enact your plan, you had to go and grovel at Buggy’s feet.  But considering he had a very soft spot in his heart for his special little doll, that wasn’t going to be much groveling.

When you poked your head into Buggy’s room, he, too, was in the middle of preparing for the evening’s festivities with outfit options on the bed.  You didn’t even have to knock.  Buggy was always more than happy to have you in his room, “Hey there, doll.  What brings you center stage?”

“I need a little something, something from my favorite ringmaster,” you draped your arms around Buggy’s shoulders, stealing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“My, my, YN…” Buggy clutched his chest, “You realize if we’re not downstairs by the time this party starts, Mihawk’s going to have our asses mounted over his fireplace, right?  And I’ll admit it.  If we’re only here for a quickie, anything under five minutes would just be an unnecessary blow to my ego.”

“I’m not here for sex, baby,” you assured him, “I need about a dozen clear elastics.  You wouldn’t happen to have any, would you?”

“In the bathroom,” Buggy directed you, “Top drawer on the far right in the back.  Those don’t get used often.  Besides, there’s nothing wrong with you having a little color.  What would you want the clear ones for?”

“They’re not for me,” you went digging around in Buggy’s bathroom drawers for your elastics, “Crocodile’s having a mini tantrum and I’m about to make it all better.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Buggy followed you into his bathroom, “You didn’t say anything about this being for Crocodile.”

“Oops,” you grabbed a fistful of elastics and started heading out.  Only for Buggy to grab you by the shoulder, “Come on, Buggy.  Even though I want to go to this party as much as I want to go to a slumber party at the Marine base, I want to have a good time.  And I can’t go have a good time if all my boys aren’t at their best.  Besides, you have a thousand of these things.  A few of them going down the hall isn’t going to kill you.”

“Let me rephrase this, sweetheart,” Buggy cradled your cheek in the palm of his hand, “Crocodile’s mean to me and I don’t want him to have any of my things.”

“He doesn’t have them,” you clarified, “Right now, I do.  You can live with that, can’t you?  I’m not mean to you.”

“I don’t know, doll,” Buggy thought back, “I seem to remember someone dropkicking my already severed head down the hall once.”

“That was one time,” you rolled your eyes.  But you pulled yourself together and snuck in one last kiss, “Thank you, Buggy.  I’ll be sure to repay this favor later.”

“Well…” Buggy smiled a bit, “If it’s getting repaid, I suppose I can let you go off with them.  Besides, it’s just the clear ones.”

“Thank you.” And with your little success putting a pep in your step, you headed back down the hall.

“YN!” And there went your mission busted.  Mihawk’s voice echoed through the castle.  And you knew you needed to go back to his room.  However, you had more pressing matters to attend to.  You stopped off back in Crocodile’s bedroom.  And you wanted nothing more than to crawl back into Crocodile’s bed and take a little nap before the evening’s festivities.

“YN?” Crocodile poked his head out of the bathroom, “I could’ve sworn Mihawk was yelling for you.”

“He was,” you nodded, “But right now, Mihawk is the least of my worries.  Right now, I’m more concerned with you.”

“Uh-huh…” Crocodile saw through you like a sheet of glass, “You just don’t want to go deal with whatever bullshit Mihawk has for you, do you?”

“No, sir,” you shook your head, “I would much rather be here.”

“Go, YN,” Crocodile insisted, “I’m sure it won’t be long.  And I’ll still be waiting for you.”

“Fine,” you begrudgingly made your way back into Mihawk’s room.  Mostly to avoid any sort of punishment he may have had ready for you, “You call for me, Mihawk?”

“I did,” Mihawk nodded, a needle between his teeth, “Come here.  I need to see if this fits you.”

“I’m sure it does,” you saw a big, beautifully made hoopskirt in that deep, navy blue that Mihawk and Perona had picked out while you were still in their clutches, “I mean, you do have my measurements, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Mihawk nodded, watching you wiggling into the skirt, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t occasionally make mistakes.  Or perhaps your body changed a bit here and there since the last time I took your measurements.”

“Are you telling me I’m fat?!” you squeaked.

“No, darling,” Mihawk settled you, “I’m not saying anything of the sort.  I’m merely thinking about inevitabilities.  Your body is going to change.  That’s just an unfortunate fact of life.  Kind of like when it’s toward the end of the month and some of your bustiers fit a bit more snug than they usually do.”

“That’s not my fault,” you grumbled.

“And if somehow, we’re blessed with a baby,” Mihawk added, pulling away some of the fabric, “It’s going to change again.  That’s not something to be ashamed or offended by.  It’s merely part of you.”

“And that,” you stole one last kiss out of Mihawk, “is why I keep you.”

“Because it’s not you being on this island with us and having no other options?”

“That’s just a bonus,” you smiled, warming Mihawk to his core.  But you were there for a reason, “Well?  How are we feeling about the skirt?”

“It suits you,” Mihawk approved, “Do you have somewhere else to be?”

“I do,” you stepped out of the skirt, “I don’t know how to break this to you, Mihawk, but…There’s another man.”

“You have two other men than me,” Mihawk rolled his eyes, “Which one is trying to get their hands on you?”

“Crocodile,” you started walking out, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a big baby to take care of.”

“Baby?” Perona perked up, “What’s got Croccy all pissy?”

“He’s out of product and needs me to save the day,” you pushed Mihawk’s door open, “Yell if you need me!”

And so, you walked back down the hall to Crocodile’s room armed with a fistful of clear elastics and a dream.  Sure enough, Crocodile hadn’t moved.  Not for a change of scenery.  Not to get dressed.  He stayed in the bathroom right where you left him.  You left the elastics on the counter and draped yourself around his shoulders yet again, “Something still bothering you, pookie?”

“Just one thing,” Crocodile admitted, looking at you strangely in the mirror, “I just recently found out you call me pookie and I’m not totally sure how to feel about it.”

“Just accept it,” you insisted, “It’s not hurting anything.  I could be calling you worse.”

“Like what?” Crocodile wondered, “What could be worse than you calling me pookie?”

“I could’ve come in here,” you looked around the vanity for a brush for the sake of getting started, “And said, shut the fuck up, slut.  We got work to do.  But I didn’t.  Instead, I called you pookie.  Does that not sound a little better?”

“I guess,” Crocodile caved, a hint of a smile on his face while you raked your nails over his scalp, “So, what did you say you were doing?”

“I didn’t say anything,” you started separating your sections out, quietly grateful that Crocodile’s hair was still damp.  Just for the sake of making things easier, “But lucky for you, your girlfriend…That’s me, by the way.  Hello.  Your girlfriend’s braiding skills are top notch.  And I can make you still look like you, just in a different way.”

“I don’t remember asking for braids,” Crocodile thought back.  However, he wasn’t going to fight you.  At this point, he was desperate.  And look at that face.  Crocodile couldn’t say no to that cute little face.

“Put it this way,” you already started one just above his ear, getting it as tight as you could, “I’ve done this for Buggy a million times.”

“Oh, great,” Crocodile grumbled to himself, “So now, I’m on the same level as the fucking clown.”

“No, no, no,” you knew he was going to take that derogatorily.  Fortunately, you knew how to dig yourself back out of the hole.  By using the stairs, “Crocodile, you can’t do that to me.  Do you know how big of a prissy bitch Buggy is when it comes to his looks?”

“No.  And quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck.”

“You should in this instance,” you kept going, regardless of what Crocodile said, “Because even though it doesn’t seem like it, Buggy is the prissiest bitch when it comes to his looks.  He’s worse than Mihawk and that is a hill I will die on.  If he’s going to perform, he will trust me to do his hair and makeup for the night.  That right there should tell you all my credentials I’ll ever need.  Because he wouldn’t go on if he wasn’t into the look.  I’ve seen it happen.”

“Why don’t I remember this?” Crocodile wondered, finally succumbing to your love and affection.

“You weren’t here,” you explained, “Mihawk either.  Mihawk wanted a drink, so he had gone to the Baratie for the night…And a couple days after.  And you wanted to check up on the rogue Baroque Works agents that still blindly and loyally follow you.  So, it was just Buggy and me home.  And much like teenage children who are left alone while Mom and Dad are gone, Buggy decided to throw a party.  Or, in this case, Buggy decided to put on a show.  His makeup wasn’t setting right.  His hair was a disaster.  And he got super bitchy and I had to be the one to deal with that.”

“Oh…” Crocodile’s face fell, “I’m sorry, Princess.  I didn’t know you had to handle Buggy.  I thought that was the other way around.”

“That’s what he says,” you clarified, tying your first braid off, “But no.  I don’t get that lucky.  I had to deal with his Primadonna ass while he threw a tantrum.  But while he was busy pouting, I was busy fixing.  And by the time he was done with that tantrum, he looked fantastic.  Better than he planned.  And I was the one responsible.  And now, every time something isn’t working right…”

“YN!” Almost as if it were on cue, you heard Buggy’s voice down the hall.

And you let out a heavy sigh of sheer exasperation, “I get to be the one to fix it.  I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Crocodile leaned back in his chair, feeling around the counter for his lighter.  Because nothing would’ve made him feel better quite like a bathroom filled with steam and cigar smoke.

“Thank you,” you snuck a little kiss on his cheek and headed down the hall.  Because the day couldn’t have been more hectic.  And you knew that once Mihawk entered the mix, it was only going to get worse.  And yet, when you walked into Buggy’s room, he was still staring down wardrobe options on the bed, “You call for me, sweetie?”

“I’m torn,” Buggy sighed, “I got nothing.”

“Yes, you do,” you assured him, “You just need to find a way to combine in that makes your sad little brain happy again.”

“You’re not wrong,” Buggy agreed, “But where is that winning combination?”

“It’s somewhere in this pile,” you promised, already halfway out the door, “Love you!”

“Wait a second, YN!” Buggy stopped you, “I called you in here for help.  How am I supposed to do this all by myself?”

“Well,” you suggested, “You pick up one piece of clothing.  Find another one that could go with it.  And hope that sparks some kind of flood of serotonin in you, sad clown.  Ok, love you, bye!”

“But wait!” Buggy took your hand, “What if I need your opinion?”

“Look, Buggy,” you held your face in your hands, “I’m not going to be the one to beat some sense of self-esteem into you.  You don’t need my approval.  You don’t need anyone’s approval but your own.  If you’re into it, then fuck what anyone else has to say.  Has that not been your entire business model since the day I met you?  I’m pretty sure it is.  Now, put on whatever the fuck makes you feel good and call it a day.  Ok?  We got it?  Good.  Wonderful.  Now, again.  Love you, bye!”

“Hold on, doll,” Buggy wrapped his arms around your waist, “I appreciate it.  Thank you.  But you’re still going to give me a pass or fail on it, right?”

“If it gets me out of here quicker,” you nodded, “Yes.  I will.  Just not right now.  I’m in the middle of something.”

“Fine,” Buggy let you go.  But not without a little kiss first, “Love you.  Go on.  Go show someone else all of your attention.”

“Don’t you try and pull that bullshit with me,” you rolled your eyes, “My attention is split three ways and you know it.”

“Ahem…”

“Four…ways…” you growled.  But then, a lightbulb flickered on in your head, “Hey!  Wait a minute, Buggy!  Since Perona’s not helping Mihawk anymore, she can help you!”

“Wait, what?” Perona made herself known a little better.

“Huh?” Buggy was just as lost.

“Hold on, YN,” Perona tried to backpedal, “I didn’t say I was done with-”

“Yeah!” you sang, nudging her forward, “Perona can help you, Buggy.  And she’d be happy to.  Isn’t that right, Perona?”

“No,” Perona scoffed, “No, it’s not.  It’s not right at all.”

“Great,” you praised, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.  Love you both!  Bye!”

And before anyone else could stop you or think about protesting, you left Buggy and Perona alone in Buggy’s room to sort out any outfit dilemma he may have had.  In all honesty, you were grateful Perona’s ego decided to make an appearance.  She gave you an out without even realizing it.  And that meant you getting back to Crocodile a little faster.  It felt like you hardly got to spend any time with him anymore.  Sure, you had your Crocodile weeks, but even those didn’t feel like enough anymore.  And for something so intimate like this where you’re making him feel all better?  You ate this up like it was your bread and butter.

“YN, dear…” But as you told Buggy, your attention was split three (possibly four, but only Perona was counting) ways.  And lucky for you, it was Mihawk’s turn.

“Yes, Mihawk,” you poked your head into his bedroom, “What can I do for you?”

“It’s not necessarily what you can do for me,” Mihawk clarified, a fistful of fabric in his hand, “But what I can do for you.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” you put a hand to his cheek, “But I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“What?” Mihawk looked at you strangely, “What could you possibly be doing?”

“You’re not the only one in this castle,” you pointed out, “Buggy’s having a wardrobe situation.  Crocodile ran out of gel.  And then, there’s you.”

“The only one not asking something of you,” Mihawk wrapped his arms around you, “The preparations for this party were supposed to be a way to help you relax.  And it’s been nothing but chaos for you.  I’m so sorry, darling.  You deserve better.”

“What I deserve and what I have right now are two different things,” you argued, “But that’s just life.  We don’t always get what we deserve.  And right now, I’m in the middle of fixing that situation for two of the men in my life that I love most.  Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“YN, wait,” Mihawk took your hand, “You’re spending all this energy, all this effort in taking care of them.  What about someone who just wants to take care of you?”

Mihawk’s words hit you like a cannonball.  Because you knew how much you did around the castle.  For Crocodile, for Buggy, even for Perona.  And occasionally for Mihawk, too.  Sure, you wanted to sit down for a while and get off your feet, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the direction life decided to take you.  Instead, you nestled yourself into Mihawk’s chest, “I know you want to help me, Hawky.  And I love you for it.  But I just have one thing I need to finish first.  Then, you can have me all you want.  As long as you promise me one thing.”

“Of course, my love,” Mihawk brought your hand up to his lips, “What is it?”

“That you don’t go overboard,” you shoved a finger in his chest, “I know how you can be.  It seems innocent enough, sure.  YN, let me help you get dressed.  YN, let me do your hair today.  YN, it’s my week.  Let’s go take a bath together.  And then, all of a sudden, I look like I’m ready to femme fatale for the Cross Guild.”

“Be honest, though,” Mihawk smirked a bit, “You do make an excellent femme fatale for the Cross Guild.”

“I do,” you agreed, “But that’s when I’m actually doing femme fatale work.  Not when we’re just spending the day with some downtime in the castle.”

“Alright, alright,” Mihawk backed off, “I understand.  I have a bad habit of going overboard.”

“Thank you,” you got one more kiss from Mihawk, “But I need to go back to Crocodile.  Ok?  Is that something we can both agree on?”

“I suppose so,” Mihawk let you go, “But if he was so pressed for product, he could’ve asked me.  I have a small stockpile that he’s more than welcome to.”

“Probably because he knows you’d go overboard, too,” you giggled to yourself.

“Am I really that bad?” Mihawk scoffed, “Surely not.”

“Just out of curiosity,” you wondered, “This party…You wouldn’t have happened to invite the Strawhats this way, would you?”

“Only one of them.  Why?”

“Ask him,” you smiled a bit, “Ask him when he gets here if you go overboard.  And very carefully, study his expression.  That will tell you all you need to know.”

“Don’t you have another boyfriend to go contend with?” Mihawk knew you were right.  That didn’t mean he wanted to be called out on it.

“Yes, I do,” you stole a quick little kiss and headed back into Crocodile’s room.  For some reason, you had that feeling that this was the end.  That once you were done with Crocodile, you’d finally be able to relax the way Mihawk intended.  You followed the cloud of smoke back to the bathroom.

“Where the hell have you been?” Crocodile asked, much calmer than the last time you saw him.  For a brief moment, you almost wondered if it was more than just a cigar he was smoking.  But you knew better.  Weed was more of a Buggy thing.  Not Crocodile.

“It feels like I’ve been everywhere,” you admitted, twisting your fingers back up in his hair, “Buggy needed me.  Then, Mihawk needed me.  And now, I’m back to where I’m needed most.”

“You are a life saver, YN,” Crocodile cracked a little smile, “Thank you.”

You debated for a moment or two whether or not to tell Crocodile what Mihawk told you.  Did he know Mihawk was well stocked?  Or was this just an excuse for you two to spend a little extra time together?  You may never know.  But you kept Mihawk’s offer to yourself.  Mostly because you had already started.  And you were three braids on the left in already.  You went up another three on the left and then, another six on the right, leaving some of his hair alone on the top.  And once you were done, you knew giving Crocodile some Viking braids was most certainly the move. 

“Well?” you asked, leaning over Crocodile’s shoulders, “I told you.”

“In all honesty,” Crocodile admitted, “I wasn’t expecting to like it.  But I suppose it’ll do.  For tonight, anyway.”

“Bullshit,” you draped your arms around him, getting a little kiss out of him, “You love them and you know it.”

“I love you,” Crocodile took your hands and held them against his chest, “I know that’s for sure.”

“I love you, too.”

“YN!” And yet again, you were summoned.

“Go,” Crocodile insisted, “I know you said Buggy was the bitchy Primadonna, but I don’t want you to have to deal with bitchy Primadonna Mihawk.”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” you started heading out and ran down the hall where Mihawk stood in front of a dressmaker’s mannequin, beyond proud of himself with the navy and gold ballgown he put together himself.  Because…Well, it was you.  There was nothing Mihawk wouldn’t do for you.  And the man could put a ballgown together in his sleep, “Mihawk, this is incredible…”

“Thank you, darling,” Mihawk took your hand, “I want you to try it on.  Just to see if there are any adjustments I need to make.”

“Ok.” Very carefully, you slipped the dress on.  Despite that corset making it a bit more difficult to breathe, you weren’t mad about it.  You checked yourself over in the mirror, loving what it was doing for your body, “Mihawk, this…I can’t even begin…”

“Nor can I,” Mihawk gave you a little spin, “Damn, I’m good.”

“Yes, you are,” you gently sat at the edge of his bed.

“It’s such a shame…” he let out a heavy sigh, “I put in all this work and all this effort.  And tonight, you have to go to the fucking clown.”

“Sorry, baby,” you giggled a bit, “Don’t worry.  It’s just a week.”

“Maybe you could sneak across the hall,” Mihawk insisted, “I wouldn’t tell you no.  Who could turn away a pretty face like that?”

“Mihawk,” you put a hand up to his cheek, “You know you have to wait your turn.  It’s Buggy’s week.  Then, it’s yours.  Got it?”

“Very well then,” Mihawk took your hand and brought you back onto your feet, “You really are truly a vision, YN.  You quietly wanted it to be Mihawk’s week already.  However, you also knew that after your bout of being sick, Buggy had a little something special for you.  And you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.  But first, you had to get through this party.

And before you knew it, the party was in full swing.  The music was perfect.  The food was perfect.  Everything was perfect.  Because Mihawk would never allow such a thing.  You had watched as he meticulously planned this party for the last week.  The late nights he spent micromanaging the decoration of the ballroom.  Everything was just the way he wanted.  However, that didn’t mean he could have his perfect night. 

“Heyyyyyy!” a familiar, overexcitable voice broke through the string quartet.  Not only did it put a vein in Mihawk’s forehead, but you watched as it became the thorn in Buggy’s side and pain in Crocodile’s ass, “You threw a party and only invited one of us?  Come on, Hawk guy!  You could’ve invited all of us!”

It had been a while since you saw Mihawk’s protégé.  And you weren’t too terribly upset by the rest of the crew coming along.  You never had any problems with them.  Your boyfriends, on the other hand…That was a different story.  Mihawk wanted nothing more than a nice, classy evening.  And yet, who shows up on his front door but the one and only future king of the pirates himself?

“Monkey D. Luffy,” Mihawk grumbled.  Although, you knew the truth.  Mihawk may not have been able to stand being in the same room as him for long, but that didn’t mean he didn’t keep his ear out for any little scraps of gossip on him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house?”

“This is your house?” Luffy gasped, getting a good look around, “This is a whole castle!  This is so cool!”

“What the hell is he doing here?” Buggy stepped in, “Mihawk, you didn’t do something stupid like-?”

“Of course, I didn’t invite him, you fucking moron,” Mihawk snapped at him.

“What are you doing here?” Crocodile joined them, just as ready to tear into Luffy as the others.

“Hey!” Luffy’s grin was unwavering, “Binky!  Croccy!”

“It’s fucking Buggy, you little shit!” Buggy growled.

“Buggy,” you had to step in before things got ugly, “Play nice.”

“Sorry, Mihawk,” Zoro came in, “I made the mistake of leaving the invitation on the table.  And asking Nami for a ride.”

“You brought this plague upon my home,” Mihawk shot Zoro a glare.

“Hi, YN!” Luffy waved to you.

“Hi, Luffy!” you waved back, pulling on Buggy’s arm, “Excuse us…Crocodile?  Do I need to pull you away, too?”

“I need a snail,” Crocodile walked away on his own accord.  Which, in all honesty, you were impressed with his restraint.

“Who you calling, Croccy?” Luffy wondered.

“A certain revolutionary,” Crocodile stormed off, his heart a little heavy.  You made a mental note to go check on him later.

“Now, you…” You dragged Buggy to the bar and poured both of you a drink, “Here, sweetheart.  For what ails you.”

Without hesitation, Buggy threw back whatever it was you made for him and pulled himself together again, “Thanks, doll.  I needed that.”

“I figured,” you gave him a little kiss right on the end of his nose, “You’ll be fine. It’s just for tonight.  By the end of the night, I’m sure he’ll go back to his ship.”

“I wasn’t expecting a night with the fucking Strawhats, though,” Buggy pouted, taking your drink from you.

“What the hell?” you took your empty glass back, “I don’t remember where I said you could have my drink.  I made that one for me.”

“And now, it’s for me,” Buggy sat down and rested his head in your shoulder, “You know, YN, you and I should find a way to sneak out of this party early.”

“Well,” you started racking your brain for ideas, “I could always say I got my period a week early.”

“So, I’d have to let you be in your room for my week?” Buggy scoffed, “Try again.”

“Dammit,” you went back to the drawing board.  Only for the true bolt of lightning to strike your thoughts, “Hold on.  Why would we have to sneak upstairs?”

“You think Mihawk’s going to just let us waltz upstairs?” Buggy pointed out, “No way.  We need to be down here and sociable apparently.  I’m not thrilled about it either.”

“Well,” you sat in Buggy’s lap, “We could always just say we’re tired.”

“Oh, YN…” Buggy awed, “My dear, sweet, little doll that you are…I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Buggy,” you melted in his embrace, “Where did that come from?”

“We couldn’t say it’s because we’re tired,” Buggy kissed the back of your neck, “It’s your first night with me again.  You really think we’re going to sleep?  Especially with that new little toy I got just for you?  Oh, no, no, no, baby.  That’s not how that’s going to work.  It’s going to be a beautiful disaster to see you come fucking unglued.  It’s going to be a spectacle for an audience of one.  How lucky am I to have the front row seat to that?”

“The luckiest,” you couldn’t keep a smile off your face if you wanted to.  You had a feeling something special was going to go down tonight.  You just didn’t anticipate it being Buggy.  Not that you were complaining in the least bit.  You knew what waited for you.  Somewhat, “You better be a gentleman about it, clown.”

“When you say gentleman,” Buggy moved in a little closer.  Sure, he could be an absolute mess more often than not, but you had to admit…He could flirt like no one else, “You want me carry you over the threshold?  Cuddle you after?”

“I mean, if you come first,” you threatened, “We’re going to have a problem.”

“Ooh,” Buggy clutched his chest, “You know I love when you talk dirty, doll.  What were you thinking?  Torture?  Maiming?  Cutting me up?”

“You are a sick bitch,” you giggled, “Did you know that?”

“What can I say?” Buggy shrugged, “I’m into some things.  Sue me.  But please don’t.  Most of my money ends up going to Croco-douche, so…”

“Hey…” You knew your boys were no strangers to their petty squabbling.  But you weren’t overly fond of them dragging you into it.  Whatever they did amongst themselves was their own business.

“Sorry, YN,” Buggy immediately bit his tongue, “I guess that means I’ve been a naughty boy…”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “The naughtiest.  And you know what that means?”

“Naughty boys get punished?” you could see Buggy crossing his fingers with anticipation.  That was yours.  That was your clown.  That you agreed to let into your life.  Somewhat.  But that was all yours.

“Naughty boys should get punished,” you left a little kiss on his cheek and started walking out to the dance floor.  Because what better way to punish your naughty boys (who ALL have been naughty in one way, shape, or form this evening) than to cross enemy lines?  And with you spending as much time as you did with Buggy, you were getting a taste for putting on a show.  And you had your eyes on that kid in the straw hat, “Hey, Luffy?”

“Hi, YN!” Luffy perked up, his cheeks almost stuffed to capacity.  But you knew those cheeks could stretch a little more.  He swallowed hard, “How’ve you been?”

“Come with me,” you took his hand and led him to the middle of the floor.

“Ok,” Luffy was a touch confused, but bless his heart, he had the spirit, “What are we doing?”

“You’re helping me enact a little vengeance plan.” The two of you started moving together while a soft, romantic concerto played through the room.  And you could feel it.  Both Buggy and Mihawk were watching intently.  All while Luffy was blissfully ignorant.

“What kind of vengeance plan?” Luffy wondered.

“Well,” you explained.  Because you weren’t totally going to keep Luffy in the dark, “Buggy’s being kind of an ass.  Mihawk’s being kind of an ass.  I’m sure Crocodile’s done something to be kind of an ass.  And if I had to find someone in this room who is public enemy number one to all three of them, who do you think that would be?”

“Probably me,” he assumed.  That’s when all the tumblers fell into place, “Ohhhh.  So, you’re dancing with me to get back at them?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “Is it a dick move?  Yeah, but it teaches them.”

“Well,” Luffy decided, giving you a little spin, “If you wanted someone who’s a better dancer than me, I could point you in the direction of someone else.”

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him, getting a quick look at Mihawk and Buggy.  Mihawk and Buggy exchanged glances with Buggy giving Mihawk a little nod.  With a dramatic flourish (because you’d expect nothing less), Mihawk went off to, no doubt, find Crocodile.  You knew better, though.  It was Luffy.  Luffy wasn’t going to do anything stupid.  Nor were you.  At this point, you were merely dancing with a friend.  If they couldn’t accept that, that was on them.

“I’m serious, YN,” Luffy insisted, “If you really want them nervous, he’d be much better than me.”

“I don’t think I could,” you backed off, “Zoro might be pushing it.”

“Who said anything about Zoro?” Luffy scoffed, taking a quick look around the room before his eyes falling on his target, “Hey, Sanji!  There’s a lady that wants to dance with you!”

“Why, hello there, YN,” Sanji apparated in front of you with a rose in hand seemingly out of nowhere.  It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate Luffy coming in clutch for you, but you knew how Sanji could be.  Sure, he wasn’t hard to look at, but he wasn’t your type.  At least not when you had the likes of Mihawk, Buggy, and Crocodile at your disposal.  They ruined you.

“Hello, Sanji,” you took his hand anyway.  You knew this was playing with fire, but you were looking to stoke some flames.  And if all else failed and your boys didn’t want to get their hands dirty (but since it’d be for you, of course, they would in a heartbeat, but in a hypothetical scenario where you weren’t within their eyesight), you knew Zoro would step up for you.  Maybe not necessarily for you, but you two never had a problem with each other.  And Zoro knew Mihawk would see him hung in the courtyard of the castle if he didn’t defend you with his dying breath, “Care to give a girl a dance?”

“It’d be my honor,” Sanji clutched his chest, carefully spinning you around the floor.  And you could see it all over Buggy’s face.  Both he and Mihawk were ready to burn the world down around you.  Not even hesitating to watch Sanji be engulfed in those flames.  But they also weren’t going to cause a scene.  If Mihawk didn’t have Buggy on a metaphorical backpack leash, he would one hundred percent have killed Sanji with no remorse.  With every step, every turn, every spin, you weren’t expecting to enjoy yourself so much.  And with Sanji, of all people. 

“Thank you,” you gave him a little curtsey and started walking off.  You needed somewhere quiet for a while.  Just to recharge.  And the study sounded like a good idea.

“YN,” Mihawk stopped you before you could find your solace, “Are you alright, darling?”

“I’m fine,” you assured him, gently shaking him off, “But I’ll be right back.”

“Ok,” he let you go.

You wanted some peace and quiet.  And in all honesty, you were hoping Buggy caught the little glance you gave him over your shoulder.  You made your own out.  And as long as Buggy played along, you two would get what you both wanted from the beginning.  Still, you made your way through the castle and into the study.  Although, you weren’t expecting to hear a voice still dripping with bitterness.  Then again, you knew where the nearest communicator snail was. 

“No.  When he’s being a pain in my ass, he’s your son…I don’t care if you’re staging a coup in the North Blue.  Get your ass here and pick up your son!  Oh, look at that!  Father of the year doesn’t want to come back with the milk!  Who would’ve thought…?  Oh, really?  That’s how you’re going to be?  Uh-huh.  See if I ever do that little tongue thing you like ever again…Now, I’m the one playing dirty?  You’re damn right, I am!  And I have every right to!  I had no idea he was going to show up here tonight!  Mihawk’s pissed.  The clown is pissed…And I’ll admit.  Any other time, it’s amusing as hell.  Tonight?  Not one of those times!  Now, like I said before.  Get.  Your revolutionary ass.  To Mihawk’s.  And pick.  Up.  Your.  Son…!  Well, he sure as hell isn’t crashing here!”

“Crocodile…?” you spoke softly, just so you wouldn’t startle him.  And you knew he was riled up enough.

“Shut the fuck up for a second!” Crocodile put the receiver down and tended to you, “Hi, sweetheart.  What are you doing in here?  The party’s downstairs.”

“I’m hot and needed somewhere to recoup,” you told him, “I’ll be ok.”

“YN…” Buggy poked his head in the door, “Sorry.  I couldn’t help but hear the bitching from the hall.”

“Buggy,” you stepped between them before Crocodile could choke him out.

“Alright, alright,” Buggy stopped before things could escalate, “Come on, YN.  I know it’s my week, but I think it’s time I get you to bed, too.”

“But there’s still a whole party downstairs,” you protested.  But in all seriousness, you didn’t want to go back downstairs.

“No,” Buggy scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, “You’re coming with me, young lady.”

“Buggy, put me down!” you started your tantrum, “Put me down!  Put me down!”

“See what I mean?” Buggy turned his attention to Crocodile, “She’s clearly got the tired crankies and needs to go to bed.”

Crocodile picked your chin up and stole a little kiss from you, “I hate to admit it, Princess, but the damn clown is right.  You should go to bed.”

“I’m not tired!” you whined, “I’m fine!”

“YN…” Crocodile lightly scolded you, “Time for bed.”

“What’s going on in here?” Mihawk joined in, catching an eyeful of what you had up your skirt, “Mmm…You look lovely in black lace, YN.”

“Fuck off!” you snapped.

“Now, that wasn’t nice,” Mihawk took your face between his hands, “Say you’re sorry, darling…”

“You were just looking up my dress!” you argued.

“Don’t take it personally, Hawky,” Buggy brushed him off, “She’s tired and needs to go to bed.”

“Very well,” Mihawk allowed, “Crocodile, you need to-”

“I’m already on a call,” Crocodile nodded toward the also tired communicator snail, “And I’m sure he’s GETTING AN EARFUL!”

You could’ve sworn you heard laughter on the other end of Crocodile’s call.  But you weren’t going to think too much about it.  Still, you felt Buggy’s hand on your backside.  Not that you were really complaining, but you also weren’t expecting it, “Well, I should probably be getting the little one to bed.  Good night, gentlemen.”

“Good night, Buggy,” Mihawk let him go.  But not without one last kiss from his favorite, “Good night, YN.  Sleep well, darling.”

“I’m not tired, Buggy!” you continued to flail.  And at that rate, you’d be exhausted by the time you got to Buggy’s room.  You squealed and squeaked all the way down the hall.  You weren’t tired!  You didn’t want to go to bed!  You caused such a scene, but you didn’t care.  You knew that if the baby threw enough of a fit, Buggy would do what any decent parent would do.  He’d get you out of the situation.  It wasn’t necessarily the party you wanted to get away from, but the anticipation of starting Buggy’s week was killing you, “I told you to put me down, you son of a-!”

“The door’s shut, doll,” Buggy pointed out as he threw you down onto his bed, “We’re in the clear.”

“Ok,” you let your body go limp, quietly celebrating your success, “So, we did it?”

“We did it, baby girl,” Buggy flopped down next to you, “We did it.”

“Thank God,” you sighed out, immediately kicking your heels off, “My feet were killing me.  Don’t get me wrong, it was nice dancing with Sanji.  And believe it or not, Luffy, too.  But goddamn…Mihawk needs to learn to not put me in heels that high. I was lucky I could walk, let alone dance.”

“About that,” Buggy pulled you into his chest, “What the fuck was that all about?”

“Mihawk told me he wanted me to have a good time tonight,” you explained, “And in order to do that, I needed my boys to have a good time, too.  And I need you not to be so bitchy, but at the same time, I needed you to unclench.  Especially when the Strawhats show up.”

“By the way,” Buggy cut you off, “You may need to take stock of any knickknacks you love and hold dear.  The girl with the tattoo on her shoulder has sticky fingers.”

“Noted.” But you knew Nami wasn’t going to steal from you, “Sanji wasn’t my idea, though.  That was all Luffy’s idea.  But I don’t think he fully understood the ramifications of that.”

“More importantly,” Buggy asked, a little smile on his face, “Would you like to see what I have for you?”

“I’d love to see what you have for me,” you cuddled into him, “What’s my present?”

Buggy turned on one of his spotlights, showing a long spool of ribbon hanging from the ceiling, “That.”

“You got me silks?” you got up from Buggy’s bed and went to go see it for yourself.

“That’s part of it,” Buggy nodded, already running his fingers down the buttons of your dress without even getting up from the bed, “I hope you’re not afraid of heights, YN.  Because I was thinking we give suspension a try.  How are we feeling about that?”

“Hold on,” you thought it over for a moment or two, “Are you saying…Did you get us a sex swing?”

“I might have,” Buggy got up and wiggled your dress down to your ankles.  And he loved what he saw, “Damn, Mihawk was right.  You do look phenomenal in black lace.”

“Not you, too,” you blushed a bit.

“Get in the ribbons, doll,” Buggy ordered, running his finger down your chest and just over your nipples, “Because I’m about to make you put on one hell of a show…”

[kenobiwanx]

Happy New Year!!! 🌟

First of all, I want to thank each and every one of you. Thank you for supporting me and my art. This past year was a good one for me, and that's thanks to all of you!

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I live by my art. This is my full-time job—it’s what pays my bills. And 2024 started off great: I received commissions every single month, something that hadn’t happened in previous years. That was a huge change for me, truly life-changing. I’m so grateful to everyone who decided to spend their money on my art, to trust me with your ideas, characters, and stories. It means SO much to me, and I say this from the bottom of my heart. I put everything I have into creating the best art I can for you, truly. When you message me saying how much you loved it and how much my work means to you, I cry for real. It moves me deeply. So thank you for all the kind words and support.

This is going to be a long message because I feel like I need to thank you and share a bit about myself. So, if you read all of this, you're a warrior, lol.

I don’t usually share much about myself or my personal life, but here are a few things. Well, I’m from Brazil—you probably already know that. I’m a self-taught artist, and honestly, I’m like that with everything I know how to do. I love learning on my own with the resources I have available. When I set my mind on doing something, I go all in. Drawing came into my life as a form of therapy, a way to focus on something other than my negative thoughts. I’ve always been a very anxious and depressive person and went through a lot of trauma that made things worse. Since I didn’t have the resources or support to seek professional help, I tried to find my own way—and that’s how I learned to draw!

I won’t say I’m 100% okay now because life hasn’t been easy for me. I lost my mom to breast cancer six years ago, and it had a massive impact on me and my mental health. She was my rock, my world, and losing her was devastating. She fought the disease for five years, and during that time, I was the one taking care of her, keeping the house running, and looking after my two younger siblings. I was just a teenager, but I suddenly had so many responsibilities. It messed me up a lot, but if I had to do it all over again just to have more time with my mom, I would.

I wish she were here to see how far I’ve come with my art because she was the only one who supported me back then. I know she’d be so proud of me for not giving up.

I used to do realistic traditional art before, spending a whole month on one piece. It was fun for a while, but it was just a hobby—I only sold a few pieces to family members. Then, in 2020, during the pandemic, I decided to switch to digital art. I wanted something that gave me more freedom to express myself creatively, and digital art offers that. So, I started learning. And guess who became my muse for this journey?

Yep, Pedro Pascal, lol. From my very first digital drawing, he was my go-to subject. And let me tell you, those early drawings weren’t great, poor guy, lmao. But thank God, I improved! I’m still drawing him to this day, and he’s been a huge reason I’ve gotten so many commissions since most of them are of his characters. I’m incredibly grateful to him and the roles he plays.

Anyway, I’m working on rebuilding myself, trying to move forward, achieve my goals, and take things step by step. This Christmas, I was able to buy a huge drawing tablet, which was a big milestone for me. I used to do everything on a small tablet, so this was a major upgrade—and it’s all thanks to everyone who commissioned me this year. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I hope 2025 will be just as good. I hope you’ll all stick with me and keep asking for commissions, lol. I wish you all the best in life, that you achieve everything you dream of, and that you stay healthy. Please take care of your mental health too; it’s just as important as your physical health.

I have a lot of personal projects I want to work on this year—art ideas I’ve set aside for years that I hope to finish in 2025.

This year, I plan to open commissions every month. The only exception will be if my waitlist gets full before I open them officially, like who Dm me to reserve a slot earlier, which happened in December. My DMs are always open!

I’ll also be updating my price sheet, adding new information to my terms and conditions, and increasing my prices. It’s been about two years since I last updated them, so it’s time. But don’t worry—it’ll only be an increase of about $10-$15. I still want to keep my art affordable for everyone.

I’ll sort all of that out in the coming days, so stay tuned for updates!

My January waitlist is already open, and there are a few people in line. If you want to reserve a spot, feel free! Just keep in mind the price adjustment I mentioned earlier.

I think that’s everything! I know this was a lot of text, lmao.

Thank you again, everyone! Happy New Year, and I love you all! And I love you, Pedro Pascal!

[farmhandler]

lil prompt: wade gives logan and laura (and himself ofc) an at home spa day bc god knows they could both use it. (optional: with vanessa's help)

“I’m not good at this. Why do you keep making me do it?” Logan asked.

Wade sighed explosively, as though Logan's utter lack of interest in painting Wade's nails was a personal failing.

“Laura needs a role model now more than ever. How will you help paint her nails if you can’t even paint mine?”

"I think I could do a better job with my eyes closed," Laura said. Her eyes were, in fact, closed due to the cooling mask Wade had forced on her first thing when they'd come over. "Why do I have this on?"

"Your eyebags could give mine a run for their money," Wade said.

“She’s fucking eighteen years old," Logan said. "She doesn’t need my help painting her nails. And I'm pretty sure our 'eyebags' are genetic.”

“Then what about me, daddy?” Wade said, fluttering his lashes at Logan. Logan kicked his leg under the table.

Wade wasn't to be deterred. He wiggled his fingers imploringly, waiting, and Logan decided, fuck it, and he tried. Genuinely, really tried to paint Wade's nails, and paint them however he liked.

"Painting outside the lines," Wade said as he watched him make no attempt to try and keep the paint on his nail. "Your technique intrigues me, Peanut."

"Shut it. I've got this," Logan muttered. He finished painstakingly drawing a little star on each nail and then scraped away the paint around Wade's nail afterwards with tissues. He figured cleaning up this way was better than trying to be precise on the first try and failing anyway.

Wade kept a straight face the whole time. Then he lifted his nails and bit his lip, hard.

“Oh my god," he breathed. "What are those?"

"They're stars. The blue background is a night sky." Logan pointed the bottle at him. "You fucking do this shit with this tiny ass little brush. I'm not made for precision."

"You're telling me, sweetie. The edges of my nails are awful. They’re so bad. I love them,” Wade gushed. He smiled at Logan with genuine glee, and Logan felt warm all over in a way he fucking hated, because he'd been feeling it a lot more lately.

Then Wade’s phone rang.

“Can you answer that for me, sweetums? I’m currently very wet and trying to harden up.”

Shaking his head, Logan leaned forward and answered the call without looking. It was Vanessa, letting them know she'd found the LED lamp for the nails Logan had bought not knowing they needed a stupid lamp to work. Why they asked him to do this shit when he obviously didn't know what he was doing, he'd never know.

When she showed up, she also had a bunch of other shit Logan didn't want to have anywhere near him either.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to go to a couple places to find the lamp." Vanessa swept past Logan after tugging him down for a kiss on the cheek by the door and set her bag on the table. "You started without me?"

"Just some nail painting. And giving Laura's eyes a rest."

"My eyes are freezing," she said from the couch.

Logan sat down next to her, because it felt safer to do so. Laura hated this stuff as much as he did. Or at least he assumed she did. He'd never asked.

"You have any idea what all this is?" he asked her, once she lifted the mask from her face. Laura hummed.

"Some of it." She handed him one of the samples Vanessa had dumped from wherever she'd gone. "You should use this."

"Nighttime eye cream?" he read aloud. "And this is supposed to do what?"

Wade was sitting waiting for his nails to dry, so Vanessa walked over and ripped open the packet. She then dabbed the cream under his eyes and rubbed it in. When Logan tried to yank his head away, she grabbed his chin and made him sit tight.

"Come on, put up with it for five seconds," she said. "Trust me, you'll like this one."

The scent wasn't overpowering, which was a plus. Still strong, but that was most things. The cream had a surprisingly soft texture. Once she was done, he wasn't going to admit it felt kind of nice, but he didn't need to. Wade grinned at Logan like a loon.

"You don't have to look so fucking smug about all this," Logan muttered.

"You lost the bet, so I don't even need to pretend," Wade said cheerfully.

"Because you cheated," Logan hissed.

"And I didn't get caught!" Wade clapped his hands together, apparently deeming them dry. "All right, now let's get serious."

About half an hour later, Logan really was regretting letting Wade get away with cheating.

He had an itchy mask on his face, his hair was pinned back by a headband with kitten ears on it, and Wade could not look any more pleased if he tried. Logan had assumed the nails that needed a lamp to cure them were for Laura or Vanessa, but everybody insisted on putting them on him. So he sat there while these sparkly pink nails dried, and the facemask did whatever it was doing on his face.

Logan hated it, but Laura...Laura was laughing. She's been laughing. She thought Wade was funny, but Vanessa and Wade together really set her off. Logan had never seen her laugh so much.

Logan exhaled. Maybe regret wasn't the right word. And maybe he didn't hate it.

"You ready for your mud bath?" Wade asked, sitting down next to him.

"You'd better be joking, bub."

"Only slightly. I do have a hot tub that's been bath bombed with your name on it. And all the supplies I need to work on your feet while you do. Don't worry: I have fully and mentally prepared myself to pick the fungus out of your toes."

"Ew," Laura said to their right. Vanessa was in the middle of pulling her hair back to join the face mask crowd.

I'm not doing that, Logan almost said, and then looked at Laura, and Vanessa.

If he let the night end now, sure, he'd be more comfortable, but...well, he didn't hate all this.

The candles were nice. Wade had picked really subtle scents, and nothing too fruity or overly clean. They reminded Logan of his cabin, the one he hadn't visited in years. After a rain, when the forest surrounding it smelled heavy and sweet in a way he couldn't explain to anyone who didn't get it.

"Yeah, all right," he said. Wade looked surprised.

"You okay?" Wade asked, inexplicably. He scooted closer to Logan and touched his knee. "I really won't force you into it, if it's that bad."

"It's not." Logan touched his hand. Their nails looked completely mismatched, especially his. On his gnarled hands, the pink stood out badly. He lifted them into the light for inspection. "I could use a bath. You coming in with me?"

It was both a tease and a genuine question. Wade laughed, startled, still grinning that shit-eating grin.

"And fondle your toes directly? Absolutely."

Logan thought back to that kiss on his cheek. So he kissed Wade's cheek, and when Wade made a soft sound of surprise, Logan shifted his mouth a few inches over to Wade's.

Now Wade looked stunned. Someone cleared their throat behind them.

"No fondling," Logan said, rising to a stand.

"A little fondling," Wade said, finally recovering enough to speak. He leapt up and followed Logan.

[pankowcrumbs]

Little moments X Rudy Pankow (requested)

The air was thick with the salty tang of the sea, the faint sounds of distant waves mingling with the chatter and laughter on set. The Outer Banks crew was in full swing, the buzz of cameras and the shuffle of feet on the wooden docks creating a symphony of organized chaos. But here I was, tucked away in the shadows near the craft services table, sipping on a lukewarm iced coffee and watching Rudy charm everyone within a ten-foot radius.

“Y/N, we need you for Scene 27 in ten minutes,” one of the assistants called out, her clipboard balanced precariously on her hip as she passed by.

I gave her a quick thumbs up, even though I knew full well I wasn’t needed for another hour. Rudy caught my eye across the lot and flashed a grin that made my heart do an involuntary flip. He started weaving through the crowd toward me, his boyish charm and effortless charisma drawing attention as he moved.

“Hey, you busy?” he asked, leaning casually against the table.

“Not for a while,” I replied, swirling the remnants of my coffee. “Why? What’s up?”

He glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one was paying too much attention. “Want to sneak off?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sneak off? Where?”

His grin widened. “Trust me.”

Against my better judgment—and because it was Rudy, whose spontaneous ideas always seemed to end in either mild chaos or unforgettable fun—I found myself following him toward the boats docked at the edge of the set. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and pink, the kind of lighting that made everything look like a dream.

We slipped past the crew unnoticed, ducking behind trailers and sneaking through a gap in the fencing. When we reached one of the smaller, less-used boats, Rudy jumped aboard with the ease of someone who’d done it a million times. He turned and held out a hand to me, his expression softer now, less mischievous.

“Come on,” he said.

I hesitated for a split second before taking his hand. His fingers were warm and calloused, and he pulled me up with a strength that sent a little jolt through me. The boat rocked gently beneath our feet as I settled beside him on the deck, the fading sunlight painting his features in golden hues.

“So, this is your big plan?” I teased, gesturing around. “Hide on a boat?”

“It’s not just hiding,” he said, lying back and propping himself up on his elbows. “It’s escaping. Big difference.”

I laughed softly and followed his lead, stretching out beside him. The wood beneath us was rough but comforting, the kind of texture that grounded you. Above us, the sky was deepening to a dusky purple, the first stars beginning to peek through.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. The quiet was companionable, the kind that didn’t demand to be filled. I glanced over at him, noticing the way his eyes reflected the sky, like he was carrying a piece of it within him.

“You know,” he said finally, his voice quieter now, almost thoughtful, “this is my favorite part of filming.”

“What is?”

“The in-between moments,” he said, turning his head to look at me. “When it’s just us, the cast, messing around or finding little pockets of quiet. Feels more real than the cameras.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. “Yeah. It’s easy to forget we’re making a show sometimes.”

He reached out then, hesitating for the briefest moment before brushing his fingers against mine. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let my hand slip into his, our fingers intertwining naturally, like it was something we’d done a hundred times before.

“You okay with this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” I said, my heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the rocking of the boat. “I’m okay with this.”

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, the world around us fading away until it was just the two of us, the stars, and the gentle lapping of water against the hull. At some point, Rudy closed his eyes, a soft smile tugging at his lips as his breathing evened out. I watched him for a moment, marveling at how peaceful he looked, how different from the energetic, joking persona he showed the world.

“Caught you!”

The sudden voice startled us both, and Rudy’s eyes flew open as we turned to see Carlacia standing on the dock, her phone held like a trophy. The flash of her camera went off, and I groaned, burying my face in my free hand—the one not still clasped in Rudy’s.

“Seriously?” Rudy said, though he didn’t sound angry. If anything, he sounded amused.

“Oh, this is gold,” Carlacia said, laughing as she tapped away on her phone. “The group chat is going to eat this up.”

“Carlacia!” I whined, but she was already backing away, her laughter echoing across the water.

Rudy squeezed my hand, drawing my attention back to him. He was grinning now, his cheeks flushed in a way that made him look younger, boyish.

“Well,” he said, “guess the secret’s out.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and unrestrained. “Yeah. Guess it is.”

And in that moment, with the stars above us and his hand still holding mine, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not even a little.

[vibratingskull]

Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.

So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like “Don’t you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.” And then spicy stuff👀

I love your writing so much keep it up!

Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff

Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect. 

His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity. 

“Welcome your baby brother.” He announces. 

The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting. 

“He is so little.” Thimasa, his firstborn declares, “Why does he not move?” 

“He is napping for now.” He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. “Speak softly, daughters, a baby’s hearing is very sensible.” 

Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesn’t fall over. 

Thimasa snifs 

“Where do babies come from?” 

Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughter’s cheek. 

“They come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.” 

“Ah.... Will I know it someday?” She tilts her head towards her father. 

“Of course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. ” He nods, caressing her blue-black hair. 

Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however.  

He doesn’t mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children.  

“He’s Blue!” Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the baby’s direction. 

“He’s blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kin” He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek. 

He doesn’t baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees. 

“You’re grey!” She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawn’s strands of hair and pulling on it. 

He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down. 

“I am, correct once again.” He approves. 

He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart. 

His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow. 

“All right, Ch’eo k’etens," He declares, “Let your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.”  

She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love. 

4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both. 

Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks! 

His son... He doesn’t know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family... 

He tenderly kisses his second daughter’s cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep. 

He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race. 

He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty. 

Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Cs’aplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes. 

Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself. 

Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair. 

What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men. 

He doesn’t let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun. 

He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy. 

“Yes, Ch’acah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!” You yawn. 

He spins his head towards the bathroom’s open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed. 

He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair. 

By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see. 

You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes. 

“What?” You ask, tired. 

He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom. 

“Nothing. I was just admiring you.” He confesses. 

You snigger. 

“Yeah, I don’t think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.” You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work. 

“On the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.” 

You snigger harder. 

“We’ll say that, don Juan.” You kick your second boots off your foot, “I hope I still have warm water!” 

He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isn’t even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel. 

He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. You’re slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood.  

That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him.  

He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass.  

You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate. 

“My shower!” You giggle, trying to detach him gently. 

But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent. 

You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others. 

You are ready. 

Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby. 

He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue. 

You’re making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss men’s heads too, parading yourself like that! 

“Thrawn, I just want to-AH!” You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight. 

That scent...  

Oh that scent...  

That marvelous scent! 

His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby... 

He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy... 

He doesn’t have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again!  

He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first! 

He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful. 

“No shower for you.” He decides arbitrarily, “Stay in bed with me.” He offers, kissing his way up to your face. 

“Thrawn...” You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly. 

“I want another child, Ch’acah, give me another baby. I beg of you...” He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much. 

“I-Thrawn! I just...” You just manage to say between his kisses. 

He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth. 

You gasp, taking a big breath. 

“Thrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.” 

“No. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!” He counters, licking the tip of your nose. 

“Thrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..” 

He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Ch’acah... You’re the only one for me, you are my ch’acah...” 

He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat. 

You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction. 

He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison. 

Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light. 

But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade. 

He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know who’s wife you are. 

They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones. 

Humans’ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chiss’ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chiss’ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste. 

Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body... 

Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes. 

To the adorable little alien making everyone’s head spin. 

He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire. 

But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations! 

“Say yes, Ch’eo Ch’acah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...” 

“I... I...” You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision. 

He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy. 

He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips. 

“Come on... You know how important it is for me, Ch’acah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.” 

He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist. 

“Only you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Don’t you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...” He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy. 

But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject... 

“You only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Ch’acah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...” 

He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as you’re about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach. 

He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs. 

He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction. 

“Delicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.” He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise. 

You huff. 

“We eat breakfast in the communal room!” 

“Did I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.” He lets ring in the Master bedroom. 

You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk. 

Oh for warrior’s sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces. 

All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more. 

You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort. 

One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun! 

But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation. 

He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl. 

That’s the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails! 

He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl. 

He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction. 

You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems aren’t that big of a pain in the end. 

“Thrawn...!” You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair. 

He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat. 

He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it. 

You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husband’s attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done. 

But Thrawn doesn’t slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him. 

You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction. 

You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouth 

He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry. 

He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress. 

He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemy’s ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself.  

He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit. 

And you come undone in his mouth. 

You scream Thrawn’s name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth. 

You fall down, all strength evading you with an “oof”, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over. 

He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him. 

“Thank you very much, Ch’acah. Flavorful and refined as always.” He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, “Did I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?” 

You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes. 

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead. 

“I am all ears, Ch’acah.” He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his. 

You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you. 

“Thr... Thrawn...” You gulp. 

“Yes? Tell me, Ch’acah. I am hanging out of your words.” He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together. 

“Please... Please...” 

“Please what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.” 

“Please... Make love to me, take me....” You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands. 

“Can I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?” He asks with his rich velvety voice. “Can I, my sweet...?” 

“O...Okay...” You back down, giving him what he craved. 

His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore. 

He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you. 

You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last. 

You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum.  

“Breath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...” He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously. 

He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot. 

“Warrior...” He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, “So much...” 

He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length. 

Like he always does. 

You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure. 

“There... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...” He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear. 

You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him. 

“Careful.” He grins deviously, “If you don’t want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...” 

“Tha-that’s not voluntary...” You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane. 

“Was it? You know how to play with my body so well...” He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, “Maybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...” He whispers lowly with his deep voice. 

You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively. 

“There, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.” And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, “Welcome it deep in your flesh, Ch’acah. I cannot wait...” 

To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses. 

“So beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Ch’acah.” 

“Ah...! Mo-move...Please!” You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his. 

But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him. 

‘’Patience Ch’acah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.’’ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy. 

You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers. 

He always takes such good care of you… 

‘’I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard… I love it so much.’’ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ‘’I think this is good now.’’ 

He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press. 

You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual. 

He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him. 

‘’You give me so much Ch’acah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else… Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.’’ He whispers. 

He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get. 

He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesn’t hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside. 

You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily it’s ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion. 

You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chiss’ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace. 

He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely. 

“Mmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, ch’eo Ch’acah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...” He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him. 

You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size. 

“Oh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.” He declares like a sentence “ And what if I do this?” 

His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it. 

“What a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...” He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips. 

He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace. 

You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husband’s will. 

But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible. 

But it is true, you are his person 

Thrawn’s person 

His intended, his promised 

You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease. 

“You shake so much, Ch’acah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Ch’eo Ch’acah, Ch’eo Ch’acicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...” He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain. 

“Let me breed you, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Let’s have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.” Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon. 

Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard. 

Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawn’s shaft, trying to retain him inside. 

Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth.  

Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin. 

You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you. 

“Ch’eo Ch’acah...” He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...” 

Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips. 

You respond with a sigh. 

“I guess I earned my shower now?” You demand with a tired chuckle. 

He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress.  

You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life. 

He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you. 

“How about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?” He kisses your temple with a purr, “You deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Ch’acah, that would be my pleasure...” He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly. 

Simply happy to have you in his embrace. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

[sombrathedragon]

Soooooo I wanted to do a DTIYS for my birthday (which is in 3 days btw !! :D) but I’m too impatient to wait so you guys are getting it now !!! :D and I’m at THREE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS ?? Tysm guys !!! :D

Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurdling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.

[plain text: Wrath. Sing, O Animus of the wrath of Kestrel’s daughter Peril. Murderous, doomed who cost the Skywings countless lives, hurling up to be reborn, so many sturdy souls.]

more info about dtiys under cut !!

Sooo I was trying to think of what to do for my dtiys, as I wanted to combine my 2 top interests (Wof and Greek mythology), and technically I have to thank @mythos321 for speaking about the idea of a Wof x Iliad AU in the first place lol (I have not stopped thinking about it) Sooo tada !! You guys get Peril as Achilles and Clay as Patroclus :3 (technically cause that’s the vibe I was going for here)

RULES:

I would like for you to use my Peril design :] but for Clay I don’t mind what design to use for him :D

You can relatively change perils pose! But I would like it if you kept it at a side angle like I have it :] but she can be like attacking someone, flying down, or just like I have her, just make her distraught! >:D also keep Clay grabbing onto her :3

The due date will be June 1st, but if you need an extension feel free to ask me for one !! :3

If you have questions, I don’t bite :3 (but feel free to ask me any !!)

use the tag #sombradtiys2025

NO AI OR TRACING ALOUD.

any level of artist welcome !!

PRIZES:

1st place: Fully shaded and colored drawing of oc/Wof character

2nd place: Fully colored drawing of oc/Wof character

3rd place: Sketch/doodles of any oc/Wof character

Have fun !!! :3

[cripplecharacters]

I have a teen character who has scoliosis and wears a back brace. He is from the modern day and so has access to our medical equipment.

He is also frequently moderately active, like doing a lot of walking, running, and occasional sword fights. He knows he should avoid twisting and leaning to the side in order to not interfere with his spinal correction, but is otherwise just an outdoorsy teen boy.

He has moderate scoliosis, but the curvature is on the lower end of the spectrum, probably 27° to 30°. He is a two years into his two and a half treatment plan. He uses a Cheneau-Gensingen brace because it is lightweight, provides a good range of movement, and he can take it on and off if needed without assistance. He wears it full time.

He was a bit self-conscious of the brace when he first started wearing it, but nowadays is more comfortable with it and feels it's just another part of who he is, nothing special. After all, he hangs out with interdimensional beings with tails and glowing eyes, so his back brace doesn't feel like it stands out as much anymore.

I feel like I've covered all of my bases in terms of research, making sure he can do all of the things I want him to do in the story, and also making a realistic way for a teen to react to getting a back brace and then settling into it.

My only questions are am I overlooking any important details about his condition that I need to nail down in order to write and draw him, and also is there any stereotypes or overused ideas that I have fallen into.

- Cupcake

Hi!

I think this all sounds good--you've clearly done your research! And to be honest, I've seen so little scoliosis rep that I'm not even sure if there are any common tropes about it.

Mod Rock

[kingqueensoobscene]

General headcanons for Blu!Scout x reader

Hello everyone!! I hope you had a happy new year!! I want to start a new series where I make headcanons for characters I haven’t written for yet to show you my interpretations of them. This is the first, please enjoy!

-I like to believe that unlike the Red Scout, he is much more experienced or gifted at killing. In the “Meet the Spy” video, which I know is Spy disguised as Scout, but Heavy bought it and he’s canonically a smart cookie, he says he has killed plenty of spies as if it was just like driving a car. And he is very cocky about it. When he has to clear a room, he doesn’t speak. His mind is focused for once; gauging the situation. You get whiplash from how quickly he can go from hyper focused to the annoying prick you know and love.

-He has saved your hide plenty of times. You’ve saved his too. Had a couple of enemy knives to your throat only for their heads to get blown off by Scout with his Babyface. 

“You alright, gorgeous?”  He would ask.

“Yeah,” he extended his hand down to you, “Thanks.” 

“On your feet, babe! Let’s go!” 

-He looks physically different from Scout in subtle ways. Their uniform is the same and they both wear dog tags, but Blu Scout has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Blu started the hand wraps thing, which the Red Scout would copy because he thought it looked cool, because he would get his knuckles scraped as he has a habit of breaking his fall with his fist when sped across the field. The same long face as the Red Scout, just with bushier eyebrows. He also has freckles (I totally stole that from Lil Pootis). He also has a resting passive aggressive face, he looks unamused.

-He is diagnosed with OCD and experiences intrusive thoughts. It’s funny because he is good at staying calm in situations, but will think about them later on. But he likes to keep his worries to himself. He worries that something really bad will happen to you or himself one day; such as the respawn machine stops working and he won’t see you or Ma ever again. You have had to help him through a panic attack a few times, but he hates when you find him like that. He tries to get you out the door and lock himself in. He smokes to help his anxiety, but obviously, it makes his heart beat faster, making him worse and only helps temporarily. He will try and hide it from you, but you can taste it on his breath when you kiss. 

-He does not leave you without a kiss on the cheek or the lips. He’s more than fine with PDA too and he always holds your hand or if someone else needs you to get out of the way and he notices, he gently moves you by the waist. He gets cocky about it to the other mercenaries. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know you guys are jealous. I got the finest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on and they chose me! Suck it!” 

Literally no one is paying attention.

-He takes note of everyone he has to work with. Though he can read and spell better than Red, he’s not great at writing, can’t get all of his ideas organized, so he draws what he notices about the others. For example, Spy keeps a picture of a young boy in his disguise kit and so, Scout drew Spy looking at the picture in the open kit in his left hand while the right dragged a smoke. They are amazing sketches that he never finishes. He only colors in hair or darker materials. He has so many sketches of you that he keeps in his desk drawer. If you compiled the amount of drawings he had of you, it would qualify as an anatomy and clothing study. 

-Wakes up super early. Can never sleep either due to his anxiety or his add. He will wake you up early whenever he does. Not usually when he is having an anxiety spell, he doesn’t like dragging you into that despite accidentally waking you up multiple times. He has a smoke, then makes you coffee, however you like, he will remember, wakes you up and makes sure you don’t fall back asleep. He will just keep pestering you until you stubbornly stay awake. He’s annoying and he knows it. If you don’t feel like talking, which is understandable since you’re up at 3:30, he will chat about the team or his life back in Boston.

-He has a thing for sweet treats. He always likes to take you out to the bakery just outside of the base and get you two a milkshake and some cake slices. The first time you two went, it was about 2 months into your relationship. You have not gone out of the Builder’s League since you got there, so Scout took you! It was a small little dinner that was rimmed with cherry red and a neon blue “OPEN” sign. He held the door for you.

“M’baby.” 

You seated yourself and grabbed the menus from the end of the table. You looked at all of the options, mostly the pastries. 

“I’m gonna get a malt. Ya want one, dollface?” 

“Sure, thank you!” You smiled.

The counter was a light pink, lined with a checkered, black-and-white belt wrapped around it. When he came back, he had a slice of pie, your pastry and one milkshake.

“I thought you got me one too?” You asked, puzzled.

“Yeah,” he handed you a bendable straw, “here ya go!” 

He put his red striped straw in the whipped cream and took a sip. 

“We’re sharing?” You laughed, flabbergasted.

“Isn’t that what couples do?” 

You chuckled. “You dork.”

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 94

Drowning by aparticularbandit

I’m Excited!~ 

Both because I just really like todays fic, and also because this is another piece that I’m particularly fond of both with the end result and the process of making it!

Let’s talk about the fic this time first! Spice it up a little!

Love this one! A lot! And if I’m not having a severe lapse in my memory this was actually my introduction to Bandits work! While I haven’t read all of it (yet), what I’ve managed to take in so far is truly lovely! Bandit consistently has a very strong way of putting words together, the inner monologues written for whatever character we happen to be following are so good! Go read!!

I mentioned Drowning quite a few days ago, as it inspired two of the pieces playing with the idea of Junkan’s dynamic when portrayed using the Alter Ego flavor of Junko. So it seemed pretty fucking obvious that when making a list of what fics to make fanart of in this section of the project, that Drowning would have to be one of the first ones I did.

I love the process of Mikan internally explaining how it felt to finally remember Junko after being forced to forget her in the Neo World Program. I think there’s still intricacies to the wording that I’ve yet to pick up on, but it’s such a fun and readable description of how that feels! I love it! And the fun little anecdote about the two watching Horror Movies together is so fucking pleasant just as an aside. Love that.

I really like Monokuma’s implementation here, short as his tenure in the text is. He is just a silly little guy amidst this very serious oneshot and then Mikan says “Junko” and he isn’t fucking around anymore. I love it! The description of Blood in DR is also nice!~ Now the like, actual Junkan part of the Junkan fic though. It’s amazing!~

First off, Mikachin as a nickname is adorable. Second off, I’m not sure how to adequately articulate WHY i love the rest of this so much? Like I can say I really, really love the kiss scene, it drives me up a wall how good it is like god DAMN. But the rest? It’s just so fuckin well put together, pure artistry, excellent. And the end? Mikan “swimming”? Perfect, cinema even. Good work. God damn.

As for the art it’s actually both a cover, AND an adaptation. The combo.

When trying to figure out how to handle this I knew a few things. I wanted Monokuma, and I wanted the cave by the beach, since I love that fucking metaphor. After a lot of thought I decided to make it an adaptation of the scene where Mikan pets Monokuma. Albeit adding my own interpretation of things, which may have been misguided depending on your perspective. There’s a chance that when drawing Junko here I softened her up further than what might have been intended. That’s the one thing that usually happens whenever I read these Junkan Fics taking place in actual canon, it’s always a little bit hard for me to tell what the general intention with Junko is in terms of her feelings towards Mikan. Not by any fault of the author(s) of course, it’s more me trying to tell if it was actually intended to be a softer Junko who does care for Mikan, or if that’s my own biases clouding my interpretation of the text. 

I just really liked the visual of Junko watching over Mikan while she figures things out until they can be together again, like a ghost but less sad. Except it’s a little sad given y’know, it’s Alter Ego Junko and also this is in canon so Mikan’s gonna “die” relatively soon after this, but also they don’t need to know that. 

I really need to draw Monokuma more often. I definitely draw him a bit . . . cuter? With a much smaller body compared to the size of his head, usually at least. I do draw him more on model sometimes, kind of a random chance whether that happens. 

Lighting this fuckin pic was so enjoyable, like some of the most fun I’d had in a while. I don’t really remember why I did the glowing pool below them in place of a floor, beyond the motif of water, but i’m really glad I did. Junko? Amazingly fun to draw, I made the color palette a bit more muted this time around and I think duller colors really work for Junko, which is funny given how maxed out she normally is. Her hair, was so god damn fun to draw, oh my god. 

Fun fact! This pic was actually how I introduced myself to Bandit sometime earlier into the event, and they’re an absolute fuckin treat to talk to, very glad I worked up the confidence to do so. Definitely adds a bit more sentimental value to this art in specific!~ 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[haedia]

Right there with you, especially the end bit. I like to think a similar kind of thing. Headcanon journey under the cut.

Like, it pleases me to consider Rook telling Spite that it's alright if he comes to them when Lucanis needs sleep, especially if he's bored. My Rook's sleep schedule is kind of fucked anyway so it's not like Spite is gonna make it worse.

It takes awhile for Lucanis to really get comfortable with Spite doing things while he's out but knowing that the people around him are keeping an eye on Spite helps. And, Spite gets more comfortable with them in return.

I can see him going to them with questions about the world outside of the Fade and having fun exploring those differences... once he gets over frustrations about how those differences affect Lucanis' body (like, say, gravity or how eating candles would hurt him, etc)

And I loooove the idea of the different members of the team taking Spite out on "walks" to different places when he gets particularly restless. Emmrich has some glasses made for him that hide his glowing eyes when they're out and about, so they don't have to worry (as much) about Spitecanis being noticed as an abomination.

Spite gets to experience food in it's full glory, though he finds it overwhelming at first. It's only later, when they learn to "share" Lucanis' body simultaneously that he begins to develop his own appreciation for flavors, separate (or, as separate as possible for them) from Lucanis. The fact that he can feel how Lucanis feels when experiencing taste allows him access to a framework for interpreting the sensations for himself.

It'd be like going from a fuzzy shot of flowers on a sunny day, a bright riot of color blobs, to an in-focus image of the same — suddenly crisp but you can take a moment to savor and choose how you move your focus around the scene.

But after he starts to figure it out? He wants to learn to make things like that, too. And thus begins his cooking arc. It's a disaster to start, of course, but it amuses Rook and that alone soothes Spite's frustration at his early floundering. Eventually, he starts to develop his skills though his annoyance about what ingredients he can and can't use never really goes away.

"Spite, you can't put that rock in the soup"

"It reminds me. Of our walk."

"The rock or the soup?"

"Yes. Both. They go together"

"They can go together on the table, then. But you can't put that rock in the soup"

Spite opens his mouth to say more and Rook interjects

"Even if you washed it. You can't"

Spite grumbles and puts the rock back on the counter.

"Spite." Rook says and draws his attention back to them "It *is* a pretty rock, though. I remember where you found it."

"It IS pretty. Like glass. Like a rainy day" Spite beams at them before returning to stirring the soup.

Anyway. I just have so many thoughts and feelings about Lucanis and Spite — at all points in their journey. Though, the warm fuzzies I get for their post-Inner Demons relationship are nearly unending.

Knowing what was actually going on between Spite and Lucanis, I felt really bad for Spite during my second play through. He is trying so hard to talk to Rook and explain, but he is new to this world and doesnt know how to explain it. He actually does attempt to explain what is wrong several times and if Rook had really listened to what the demon was saying, might have realized something was wrong. But, by virtue of being an abomination/demon, the group was poisoned against Spite, so everything Spite does is viewed with suspicion and no one gets it.

Like I see why Emmrich is so nonchalant around Spite from the beginning because he can actually hear what Spite was saying and while he doesn’t fully understand what Spite was getting at, he can see Spite isn’t malignant or malicious. Spite really is just a little shade trying his best in a world that he doesn’t get and who doesn’t get him. I really like the idea that once Inner Demons is over, Rook attempts to actually get to know Spite, because Spite deserves the chance.

[clockworkreapers]

More TFTGS memes

[gobstoppr]

hey guys am i allowed to say on main that i dont like metadad . am i gonna get beaten up for saying this.

guys i think we all took the term found family too literally and now everythings flattened into a boring nuclear family. guys can we stop. hello . is anybody there