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pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

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Salvation, Damnation

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Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Heahmund&Reader (brother/sister relationship)

Summary: “Where the reader is Heahmund's sister (or some kind of close relative) and she ends up meeting Ivar, but while Heahmund's always seen her as quiet, shy and insecure, she finds Ivar attractive and starts hitting on him and openly flirting with him in front of any and everyone. Ivar notices that it bothers Heahmund, so he flirts with her back until they end up spending 1 on 1 time with each other (something cute and romantic) and he starts to genuinely like her.”

I am so sorry anon if I dissapointed you, this story got away from me.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, nothing major. My awful attempt at masking my dislike for Heahmund. Horrible, horrible attempts at writing sexual tension. Subtle (and not so subtle) D/s dynamics. Implied sex. Implied bondage, and knife/blood kink. Nothing exactly explicit, but still.

A/N: I really need to put my foot down and write a meek reader character at some point, they always turn out being crazy or annoying little shits. Or both.

Also, alternate title to this: two switches try to out-dom one another for 3k words. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @xbellaxcarolinax @1950schick @ietss

Heahmund paces in front of you, head low and hand gripping tightly at his cross.

“You will be sent to Kent, I have friends there that can-…”

“No, I will not leave you.” You argue, to which your brother replies only with a sigh.

“I want you safe.”

“I will be safe with you, not surrounded by old men and priests somewhere in Engl-...”

“Can’t you see we are surrounded by enemies!?” Heahmund’s voice doesn’t rise, but it still makes you tremble, “We can’t afford to stay together.”

“Then why make that Viking take me from Lindsey? You put me in his grasp.”

“Lindsey won’t hold under English control for long,” He promises, voice almost a whisper though you can still hear the anger, the impotence, the fear bubbling beneath “It is too close to York. You’ve seen their army, they’ll…they’ll crush them all.”

“And yet you fight for them, for pagans.”

“I don’t have a choice,” His hands are warm on your arms, “But you do. I have to send you to Kent, I have to keep you alive.”

“Why would they kill me?”

“Punishment for a failure, maybe. Ivar knows he needs only to threaten your life to have me do his bidding.”

“And you think he’ll allow you to ship me away? The one thing that keeps you on a leash?” You shake your head, “Brother, this is madness.”

“I don’t care if he allows it,” Heahmund sentences, voice grave and certain. “Whatever punishment befalls on me, I shall endure.”

You shake your head again, and you want to fight back, argue, but you know that dead look in his eyes, you know that deadly stillness, that terrifying certainty.

And so you lower your eyes, and accept his words with a nod of your head.

He needn’t know you retrace each and every one of his steps, and undo his plans for sending you off to England. You will die before leaving your brother alone at the mercy of these heathens.

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“Does your sister know how to play?” The Viking asks, moving a wooden piece on the board. Without missing a beat, he adds, “Or are nuns not allowed to learn chess?”

“She’s not a-…” Heahmund closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “She does.”

The Viking looks down at the board, and his expression twists into a mix of surprise and disapproval at your brother’s move.

“Hopefully better than you,” And it seems answering a question about you, acknowledging your presence, was a wrong move on your brother’s part. “Does she have a tongue?”

You keep your eyes on the pale ones of the youngest son of Ragnar.

“I do.” You reply slowly. The Viking only seems to grow more delighted with this little game of his.

“And you know who I am, don’t you, little dove?”

“There are more fun ways to make me say your name, you know.” You quip, and not even a thousand years of teachings of chastity and restraint could keep you from smiling when the Viking’s eyes widen, right before he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, looking…hungry.

The youngest son of Ragnar stands, using the table and then the crutch at his side to stand tall and walk towards you.

When your brother growls his name in warning, Ivar only laughs darkly, and continues approaching you until he towers over you, eyes dark and set on you.

“What would those ways be, little dove?” He reaches down, and hooks one finger on the rosary bracelet you wear, tugging on it and reminding you strikingly of bindings.

“Hands-on practice is much more…rewarding than lessons.”

“Hmm,” The Viking muses, eyes studying you with an intensity that should make you uncomfortable. He doesn’t release his hold on the rosary on your wrist, for a moment tugging on it harder and making it tighten on your skin like rope. He chuckles, “I like you. You are…interesting, for a Christian.”

“And you are…intriguing, for a Viking.”

Ivar the Boneless only huffs a laugh, but there’s still a spark of excitement in his gaze, of pride, of satisfaction.

He turns his head to the side, and addresses your brother, ordering him to leave.

Heahmund hesitates, of course he does, and his hand goes to the handle of his sword at his side. You hold your breath.

But after a moment, with the restrained anger of a dog brought to heel, the threat that he might take these Vikings and this kingdom down single-handedly if you are to come to harm written in his dark eyes; your brother takes his leave.

The Viking’s hand closes around your throat, and you only stare back at him with wide eyes as he corners you towards the wall. He is so close to you, with each breath you take you feel his armor against your own chest, you can discern every speck of blue in his eyes.

“What game are you playing?” He snarls, but you cannot find the words, your heart beating wildly in your chest and the blood in your veins singing with fear and something else. “Answer me!”

“I am not playing anything!”

“I don’t believe you,” He snarls without hesitation, lips curved into what looks like a beast threatening to attack. The hand on your neck moves up, cupping your jaw roughly and moving your head to the side. You feel his breath on your neck as he speaks again, quieter, “I don’t like being lied to.”

“I am not lying, you brute. Now get your hand off me.”

“Or what?”

Your eyes widen, but something in your blood sings at his defiance, something in his blue eyes as he dares you makes your heart quicken.

“What?”

“You heard me, little dove. What will you do, if I don’t do as you say?”

You are pushed against a wall in some Viking kingdom, with the most feared Viking alive holding you by the throat, and yet you smile at him.

You reach up with your hand, and, the same way he did earlier to you, you hook a finger on the metal arm-ring on his wrist, and tug, hard enough he feels the strain of the makeshift binding.

“Why don’t you do as I say?” You prompt sweetly, “I prefer rewarding to punishing, I have too soft a heart.”

Ivar’s lips part at your words, and naked want is written in his face. It is barely a moment, where the mask slips, the game grants you a victory, and you see him feeling the siren call of giving in.

Still, slowly his lips curve into a sinister smile, and he leans even closer.

“I don’t.” He promises by your ear, what you could swear is the scrap of teeth against the shell of your ear before he lets you go.

You stay there, back against the wall, trying to regain your breath, regain your control, as you watch him walk out of the room.

It is an easy, fun game to play, this push and pull you engage on with the Viking. Circling one another over and over, taunting one another, testing one another; waiting for the other to pounce or retreat.

You know on your end there’s more than pretense and empty words, and you dare think on his end it’s the same.

It is fun, and thrilling and liberating; and you soon find yourself enthralled by the Viking and his captivating voice, his depthless eyes that give so much away.

You know it is wrong, you know it is sinful and awful, you know no Christian would speak, wish, dream, of such things, much less with a heathen of all men.

But, at the end, you were never a very good Christian.

And so, much to your brother’s horror, you grow closer and closer to the Viking. In between the games you both play, in between the taunts and the defiance, grows what you dare call a comfortable intimacy, an understanding of one another.

It doesn’t hurt your cause that Heahmund cannot even dream of taking you right from under Ivar’s nose now, send you off to England so you can be safe, but alone.

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A sharp tug on the rosary on your wrist draws your attention to Ivar, and you turn to him with questions written in your eyes.

“We will sail for Vestfold in two days,” He tells you, smiling slightly when you make a point of wrenching your wrist, your bracelet, from his grasp. “Will you be coming with us?”

“Are you asking me to?”

“If I were, what would you say?”

You offer only a smile, partly exasperated and partly enthralled.

Heahmund stands up from his place in the table in front of you, and with a grunt of your name stalks away, to a place of relative privacy. You notice Ivar’s eyes following your brother’s retreating back with what strikes you as suspicion, as disdain, and so you hurry to follow Heahmund.

He runs a hand through short dark hair, and shakes his head as if to try and dispel himself of his anger.

“What on God’s name are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything,” You reply innocently, before your eyes find those of the son of Ragnar across the room. A thrill runs through your spine when you find he was already looking at you. “He is rather handsome, isn’t he?”

“Are you mad!?” Heahmund says lowly, in that way of his of yelling at you with a whisper. His brows furrow, “My sweet sister wo-…”

“Your sweet sister refuses to be shipped off to England, Heahmund,” You finish for him, “I would have believed you knew better than to expect me to leave you behind.”

“You put yourself at the mercy of Ivar the Boneless! That monster has none!”

You hear the Viking call your name from across the room, and even if you didn’t have a point to prove, you know you’d answer the call.

“I bought us -you- time, if anything.” You tell your brother, before you go off to sit at Ivar’s side.

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The Viking King he takes you to meet -Harald, you remind yourself- is a strange character. A man that makes a strange thrill of disgust and fear run down your spine.

You don’t miss the implication of Ivar’s display. While your brother is brought in chains and forced to kneel at Harald’s feet, you remain standing at the Viking’s side, Ivar’s hold on the rosary bracelet you wear for once not the promise of thrill, of lust, but a silent oath of protection.

You awaken in the dead of night to the soft sound of knuckles rasping against your door. You hold on tight to the dagger in your hand, even though you know if any of these men wanted you dead you would be so.

Ivar stands at the other side of it, and it steals the breath from your lungs, the words from your lips.

Still, you let him in, and watch with wide eyes as he takes a seat on a low settee near your bed.

“Doesn’t it scare you? To be all alone with a heathen?”

You shrug, and find your voice again,

“If I were to fear, it would be for being all alone with a murderer, with a warrior. Not a pagan.”

“And why is that?”

You study him in silence for a few moments, before offering, “I am not my brother, I don’t share his…conviction.”

“His faith.”

“His fervor,” You correct, before sighing, “Maybe it will damn me for eternity, but…I ought to fear you, to hate you, for the things you have done and the things you will do, not the Gods you follow.”

“And do you?” The Viking asks, and your eyes narrow at his question. After a breath, eyes searching yours, he presses, “Hate me.”

“You care about some nun’s scorn?”

“You definitely aren’t a nun,” He offers, the hint of an amused smile on his lips, “And you are…fascinating, I’d like to know if you despise me.”

“I don’t,” At his strange expression, you press, “You’re disappointed?”

Ivar shrugs, head moving side to side as his mouth curves downwards, indecisive.

“I don’t know. There is something to be said about a poor Christian nun at the hands of a Viking; fearing, fighting, resisting.”

His words, the images they conjure up in your head, make a thrill run down your spine, a rush of heat settle low on your stomach. You lick your lips, and because you cannot help yourself, you offer a counteroffer,

“There’s also something to be said about a Viking at the mercy of a wayward Christian. Makes one wonder what it takes to have him…cave, obey, beg.”

Ivar laughs, shaking his head, “I’d like to see you try, little dove.”

There’s no mistaking the darkening of his gaze, the quickened breaths, the hunger in his expression, though. He wants it as much as you do, he craves control as much as he craves surrendering it.

You cross your legs and try focusing on the matter at hand.

“But you didn’t come here to talk…hypotheticals, did you?”

Ivar sobers, and you could swear he grits his teeth as he toys with the crutch on his hand.

“Harald promised us support. We will march for Kattegat soon.”

“I don’t have my brother’s strategic mind, I’m afraid,” You offer when he stays quiet. “I fear I won’t be of much help.”

“Lagertha could be dead, in a matter of weeks. I could…I could finally kill her.” He confesses, eyes falling from yours, and there’s the clear tell of anger in his expression. Anger at what you are sure he considers weakness, anger at having you be a witness to it.

“That is what you want, is it not?”

“To you Christians…my people are monsters, are we not?”

“You honor your Gods with blood, you value death over life, you pillage and burn and conquer. Of course my countrymen think that, of course they fear you.”

“Do you think I’m a monster, little dove?” Ivar asks you, taking you aback. If you weren’t so used to him, if you weren’t so familiar with the tones of his voice, with the subtle tells in his expression; you’d think he’s daring you.

You wouldn’t have believed, months ago, when he barged into Lindsey with an army at his back trying to find Bishop Heahmund’s sister, that one day you’d be sitting on front of Ivar the Boneless and see his eyes shining with hesitation, with vulnerability, with fear.

The answer you can offer is a smile, and a shake of your head. The answer he demands is the bruising kiss he presses against your lips, is the breath he steals from your lungs.

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For all the ruckus planning a battle implies, for all the chaos that comes before a siege, for all the months of war talks and battle plans; the battle for Kattegat sneaks up on you.

On your happiness. On your sin.

Ivar presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, eyeing the marks of rope on your skin with careful eyes. You only watch him, sated and tranquil and at peace; letting him make inventory of the marks, of the evidence of your surrender.

“Tomorrow we will march,” He tells you quietly, rough fingers still circling your wrist delicately. “Kattegat could be mine in days.”

You hum an agreement, and stretch. Because you cannot help it, you burrow into him, your face hidden at the crook of his neck, and trace your own marks on his skin, the evidence of his surrender.

The faint cuts of a knife are still visible in his chest, and when you trace your fingers over them, Ivar shudders. You smile.

“Ivar the Boneless,” You whisper against his skin, before you give in and press a soft kiss over a darkening bite mark on his shoulder. “King of Kattegat.”

He huffs a breath that could have been an amused chuckle.

“When it is all done, I…I will send your brother to York.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, and your breath shudders past your lips.

“York?”

“To defend us from some Danes that threaten it with capture. He won’t fight Christians, you have my word.

But that isn’t what made you freeze under his touch, and he knows it. Ivar swallows, and returns his gaze to the ceiling.

His hand tightens on your wrist, before he takes a deep breath.

“I want you to stay with me,” He confesses, not looking at you. “I want you at my side, I…I want to make you Queen of Kattegat.”

Your eyes widen, and you lean back, even though he doesn’t release your wrist.

“Ivar…”

“I’ll release Heahmund from his vow, he will be free, and safe. You…if you want, we can marry before your God after we marry before mine,” He promises, rushed and anxious. You realize he’s giving you reasons to say yes, as if you didn’t have enough of those written in his gaze, in his burning touch, in the marks that litter both your bodies. “I-…

You lean in, and kiss him. It has always been surprisingly useful in getting him to stop thinking, to stop talking; and you realize when he presses back against your lips with a soft sound, when his hand tangles in your hair and he brings you closer, that it continues to be so.

When you part, his eyes open slowly, and when they meet yours you see in them that emotion neither of you has been brave enough to admit yet.

“Marry me.” He whispers.

You press your brow to his with a breathed laugh, happy and mad and warm.

“Yes,” You reply, voice hushed, eyes shining. You steal a kiss from his lips, and another one when he continues to stare up at you, surprise and awe and hope written in his pale eyes. “I love you, Ivar.”

His eyes search yours, looking for the lie, for the mirage. When he finds none, Ivar smiles, wide and hopeful and happy.

“I love you, little dove.”

That night, he promises his love between fervent kisses, brands it against your skin in the mark of his fingers on your hips. That night, he demands your love with whispers of your name, steals it from your lungs in the air he robs you of with skillful fingers and tongue.

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Soooooo, whaddya think?

Ik I need to write smut at some point, but I’m too much of a coward atm. At some point I will, and mark my words, I will return to this one shot.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it!! Love you!

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar

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franeridart · 4 years ago

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Anon said: Do you have any more of the comics where Kiri's cat gets into Bakugo's apartment?? B being a dumbass is adorable hrnfjf

I don’t, sorry!! But the very amazing extremely skilled chonideno wrote a whole wonderful fic on it, so you can read that if you want more!! I still can’t believe she did that for me ily mag ;;;

Anon said: kirishima with......... a braid

Honestly the best thought horikoshi should get on that already 🙏

Anon said: i think... that bakugo should give kirishima a sleeby nose smooch..... as a treat.........

Anon said: hello it is i, sleeby nose kiss anon, and i want to say that kiri should also get to wear bakugo's sweatshirt. as a treat. i think he deserves it.

I think kirishima deserves anything and everything in the world and then some so honestly yes, bakugou should absolutely do that! It’d be very soft and it’d make me very happy

Anon said: your blog is a kirishima fucking goldmine thank you for your service in these dark ass times

I’m very glad you enjoy my indulging myself for the past 4+ years hahahaha the more kirishima there is in the world the better, that’s for sure 💕

Anon said: WHAT is your drawing process please reveal your secrets I am b e g g i n g you

It’s nothing complicated, honestly! I sketch out a very rough idea of what I want to draw, then line it as loosely and smoothly as I can manage, add flat colors on another layer, shadows on a multiply layer clipped on the flats one, and then adjust the light/intesity of the colors with a airbrush tool on an overlay layer - it’s really the simplest process known to human artist hahaha I posted a step by step on my patreon at some point, but maybe one day I’ll find a way to make a process video and show you guys how I do it.................... maybe if I’ll ever get to buy an ipad, that’d make my life easier

Anon said: OH MY GODYOUR VIGILANTE AU JUST-- HSJXJDJDJS THESE IDIOTS

So very glad people are still finding and liking that one! I had fun for the little it lasted, it was a very self-indulgent au haha

Anon said: Your art is honeslty the only thing keeping me going atm cause I'm going through a tough time rn and your kiribaku art just 🥰🥰🥰 also what program do you use?? I've cycled through so many and I cannot for the life of me find a good one

Thank you so much! I use easy pain tool sai, which is the easiest, most simple program I could find since I’m easily overwhelmed by too complicated things lol it’s got its shortcomings but it works perfectly for the little I have to do :D

Anon said: so i, like, keep going back and reading and re-reading that really long kiribaku comic (the one where kiri won't let baku kiss him) and everything about it makes me happy!! like, your art is already such a delight to look at but you also write them so well and it makes my heart feel all bright and happy and that comic feels like a culmination of all of that and i just feel like '!!!!!!!' everytime

Oh god I nearly forgot about that one, I loved that comic! Had so much fun making it and it was so satisfying to post it 😭😭 I’m happy you still like it and go look at it!! feels very very good to know, thank you! ;;; <3

Anon said: you draw touches, like hugs and stuff, and remind me that i'm a bit touch-starved and i honestly can't say i regret it

Sorry I hope this means that you don’t regret looking at my art even if it reminds you of being touch-starved because I’m!!!! glad to hear that??? though I really hope you’ll get to be hugged soon, anon! ;;;;

Anon said:For some of your black/white art (lineart), do you mind if people color it with proper credit?I like to color manga panels, and I really like your art, so, along with crediting you, is it okay if I color your peices?

I’m not a hundred per cent opposed to it, but I’d prefer it if you could ask before doing so telling me specifically which piece we’re talking about! Cause there’s a couple I’d prefer didn’t get reposted in any form or way, after all ;;

Anon said: I was looking through the jujutsu kaisen tag and found you and looked through some of your recent art and I was about to follow you and then I realized I already followed you for your bnha stuff

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! glad to hear I could make you want to follow me twice over, then!!! 😁

Anon said: Reminder to drink water and relax, overworking yourself isn’t healthy and we all need time to wind down!

Anon thank you!!!!!!!! The same goes to you, take care of yourself!! <3

Anon said: you are the light by nine lashes has me feeling kiribaku feelings and i have not a single person around me who i can tell ;n;

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH I absolutely do know the feel, please feel free to come cry about them in my inbox whenever you’d like anon ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: Could you do a tutorial on lineart? Yours is so clean I’m jealous

It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just that there’s very little to it I could actually make a tutorial about? I try to keep my sketches vague and simple to not trap myself in the need to make the line look exactly identical to the sketch, and I try to keep my lines as long and uninterrupted as possible, let my hand kind of go the way it feels most comfortable to it if that makes sense, and I use ctrl+z A Lot to be sure the line flows the way I want it to in the direction I want it to go, and that’s honestly all there is to it! It’s not really about technique as much as it is about letting yourself keep as loose and fast as possible while putting down the lines, I really have no idea how else to explain it I’m sorry m(._.)m

Anon said: Sorry if this is an overasked question, but... what are your pronouns? I don’t wanna misgender you -.-

she/her! and don’t worry, you asking is no bother :D

Anon said: can ppl send, like, random hcs or thoughts to you? not like, drawing requests, you don't take those i know, but just because?

Hell yeah, please do!! I love to hear thoughts and headcanons, it makes my own creativity itch to get to work!!

#fran answers #i woke up the other day with eight new asks and i had a little heart attack thinking something had happened LMAO #it was just a lot of love though sob thank you sm <3<3<3

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yandreamings · 3 years ago

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My first time doing one of these so SORRY IF I FORGET ABUTHJNF HDHDHDF

Thank you for doing these!! Congrats hehe

For personality traits,, i have the memory of a goldfish.. I'm kinda all over the place I like talking to people but some people (people that are taller than me) make me a bit shy,,i get nervous easily and stutter and forget my words a lot. My friends would describe me as someone that's very considerate but also very hard on myself. I'll be talking and somehow manage to forget what I was saying it's so sad💔 or other times I'll struggle pronouncing certain words. For ex I was struggling today saying deduction. I WAS LIKE DE-DDDDD--D-D-DEDE Im also very sensitive and will cry easily. If I'm sad, mad, or if there's something thats too cute I will cry

Pain. Only pain HAHAH

Hobbies include: reading, drawing , and Procrastinating.. I wouldn't call this a hobby but I really like long walks it very calming:>

For things I would look in a partner,,, I would want them to be very gentle with me i am a lil sensitive sheet AHAH,, and playful. I need someone that can protect me but also cheer me up bec sometimes I get a lil overwhelmed w my emotions. :< i do get a lil jealous too so I need reassurance . Also a little danger bad boi/girl energy wouldn't b so bad😈 IM SORRY IM SO CRINGE LMAOSHDDHDHE

Gender does not matter!

For looks i have long blonde hair and I'm pretty short ,, 5 2 💔 I wear glasseses but we don talk about how blind I am

But I think thats all haha

Thank you so much again !!👉👈

You didn't forget anything, this was perfect! But also, anon, you should know that this was a delight to read, and you sound so fun! I love your energy, if that isn't weird, LOL. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy! <3

I match you with... NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI!

Has an angel come down to bless Atsushi from heaven? That's all he can think whenever he sees you or is around you- you're so... perfect. Truly a gift from above!

Like you, he's also hard on himself, but he hates to hear you speak lowly of yourself in any way. If he catches you doing it, he'll gently scold you, grabbing both of your hands and telling you that you really are lovely! Please believe him.

He's super protective of you. If anyone makes fun of you for your nervousness or if you stutter when saying a word, the urge to whip out his tiger claws grows massively. If you said the word, he'd rip their head off! Just like that! Blood spurting everywhere, just for you! Er... I mean... nothing. Don't worry about it.

Atsushi is nothing if not gentle. He's never been in a relationship before, let alone with someone as wonderful as you. He treats you like you're leagues above him (you are, in his eyes), like you really are some sort of ethereal creature. In short, you're put on a high pedestal. You can do no wrong in his eyes, and if anyone says different? They're a waste of time.

If you get jealous, he's quick to rush to your side to reassure you. He only loves you, he promises! He'd never leave you, never do anything to hurt you.

He's not much taller than you, but the height difference still makes him weak in the knees. Honestly, you're so damn cute that it isn't fair.

He doesn't mean to be, really, but he's prone to jealousy and possessiveness as well. As stated earlier, he hasn't been in a relationship before, so he has no idea what to think of this terrible feeling bubbling in his chest when he sees you talk to another guy. Is murder really so wrong? Like, really?

Atsushi will give you everything he can- figuratively and literally. He's so in love with you, so obsessed... there's no one he wants more than you, so please, don't break his heart.

#matchup #matchups

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bluebaby123 · 4 years ago

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alright so i know you just wrote a really big piece so please don’t feel obligated to do this anytime soon but i was hoping i could request a shikamaru x reader nsfw w a praise kink? not like. in a super submissive way but just mutual praise and compliments back and forth? i’m so sorry if this is clunky, this is my first time requesting something like this!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND I AM SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’re amazing, it wasn’t clunky, I totally get you, you’re an angel. Drink your water and just keep being your beautiful self. This one is for you Anon <3 I hope you like

Relaxation:

WARNINGS: NSFW sex! fingering, blow job, pretty vanilla and sweet but still spicy xx

Shikamaru was watching the clouds roll over the sky from his favourite section of the Nara forest, the sun peacefully hitting his face in a way that made him look especially handsome. It was unfortunate that he was a colossal idiot and a constant pain in your ass, even if you were best friends. “Hey dummy,” you said, stepping in front of the sun rays he was so greedily absorbing. He opened an eye and raised a brow in question. “Whattya want?” he asked, smirking at your reaction to his blasé response. “We were supposed to practice that new formation with Hinata and Kiba... remember?” Shikamaru thought about it for a second and then closed his eyes, “not really.” You stared for a second more but he resumed his peaceful day dreaming. “You’re hopeless,” you groaned as you sat down next to him in the grass. “And you’re too high strung,” he pushed back. He glanced over, watching you turn the thought in your head over and over again. “I am not high strung, you just know how to push my buttons!”He laughed, “is that so?” You began to respond, trying to explain how you just need to get things prepared before the mission and how he was upsetting your preparation process... but he cut you off before you’d barely begun. “When was the last time you took a day off?” You inhaled ready to spit back that you take days off all the time, but you couldn’t remember the last time you’d really had a chill day.

You flopped back against the hill and sighed. “You make a fair point Shikamaru Nara... but you still can’t commit to plans and not show up.” He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. “Maybe this was just an elaborate scheme to get you to take some time off,” his gaze on you was never wavering. “We won't succeed our mission if you wear yourself out before hand,” he added with a chuckle. “Fine, you made your point,” you shifted in the grass, “I’ll try to relax.” He rolled onto his back once again, “good girl, relax,” he said.

You blinked. D-did he just say good girl? Your heart rate sped up and you shifted in the grass again, trying to get comfortable as well as quell the growing ache in your core. You stayed still for a few seconds, then adjusted yourself again, then again, and then again. You tried putting your arm behind your head as a pillow, but it started to go numb so you went to move it back. Shikamaru grabbed your arm as you were moving it. Your breath hitched in your throat as he held you in his grip. He softened his hand and slid his fingers down to interlace with yours. He pulled you closer to him, “just relax,” he said. It wasn’t a question but it was said with care.

You’d known Shikamaru forever, you’d been friends since your academy days, but he had never once held your hand. You could feel your palm starting to sweat anxiously against his. You turned your head to look at him, his eyes were closed and his mouth was parted slightly. His lips glistened in the light, as if he’d just licked them recently... and now your hand was really sweating. You tried to slowly remove your hand but he didn't let go. He instead held on tighter and you watched the hint of a smile form on his face.

You looked back towards the sky. Shikamaru’s hold on your hand was enough on its own but he started to rub slow circled on your skin with his thumb. “You have soft hands,” he said matter of factly. Your eyes were wide with shock. Was he coming on to you? Was he just being nice? No he wasn’t nice like this... ever. But maybe he was just bored... or horny? Or both. Your thoughts were bouncing around in your head and causing you to wiggle your foot anxiously.

“That’s it,” Shikamaru sighed annoyed as he flipped over on top of you. “Is this what I need to do to keep you still?” He looked down at you, smirking that he had successfully ended your wriggling. A soft moan escaped your lips from the pressure to your wrists. He held you so firmly, but tenderly at the same time. It was all becoming too much. You stared at him with curious eyes before you asked him softly, “what are you doing?” He stared down at you, his gaze flicking over your mouth. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asked. You shifted beneath him, trying to create friction between your thighs. He moved to whisper in your ear, “we’ve been friends this long and you haven’t figured it out yet?” You froze, expecting him to pull away but he stayed close enough for you to feel his breath on your neck. “Y/n, don’t be naive,” he chided. He wasn’t going to say it so easily. A smile crept over your lips as you flipped him on his back, straddling him. He didn’t struggle and almost seemed to enjoy your execution of control in the situation. You were trying to think of something witty to say back, to coax the truth out of him. But instead your own desires took over and you pressed your lips to his. It was a soft kiss, to test the waters, and as you pulled away he reached up to attempt to capture your lips again. But you pulled away teasingly, “I want to hear you say it,” you bargained.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you onto his lap. He kissed you again before saying, “I like you.” He kissed you again, “ a lot.” And again, “you’re beautiful.” And again, “and smart.” And again, “and funny.” And again, “and everyday,” again, “spent with you,” again, “is better.” You kissed him deeply this time, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth while your hands roamed over his arms, his chest, and his body. “Shika,” you pulled away. He looked at you with a soft look you hadn’t seen from him before. His eyes were almost shining as he looked at you with pure adoration. You cupped his face with your hand and suddenly everything you wanted to say disappeared but was replaced with a need to be closer to him. “You’re... wonderful,” you said before you kissed him again, trying your best to pull him close, your body grinding against his slowly.

He groaned as you nipped at his neck. The sounds he made were driving you feral and you kissed down his body to the button of his jeans. You could feel how hard he was beneath his clothes and you couldn’t resist. You undid his pants and slipped your hand below the waist band of his pants. You began to stroke his cock teasingly slow. “Fuck you’re big,” you said as you continued your lazy movements. He smiled, both shocked and delighted with your actions. “Ah fuck, wh-what are you-” “Just relax,” you shot back with a mischievous glare. “Here?” he asked as he tenderly brushed his hand down the side of your face, making sure you were comfortable. You lapped your tongue over the head of his cock, in response before saying, “isn’t this your secret hide out?” He didn’t have time to think and watched with lidded eyes as you took him into your mouth. You drank in his sweet sounds of pleasure, bobbing along his length. Your eyes flicked up to see his head rolled to the side and his fingers digging into the earth. He looked down at you, his breath shaky, “you’re- really good at that.” You sucked harder wanting to draw out more of his pleasure. He half gasped, half cried out when you swirled your tongue around the tip and then took him back into your mouth. “Fuck you’re perfect,” he said as his cock hit the back of your throat. He was really just encouraging you, talking like that. You began to force more of his length down your throat and his hands found their way to the back of your head. He didn't force your head down, just held your head, wanting to feel the motions of your neck as you moved up and down on his length. You were taking him deeper, determined to hilt him inside of your throat, even if you were gagging around him. The sloppy sounds of you sucking him off and gagging while doing so; and his moans were driving you crazy. You could feel yourself dripping into your underwear. You tried to rub your thighs together to create any type of friction but it was difficult. You whined around him in frustration when he pulled you off his cock. “Stop.”

You looked at him with watery eyes, spit making your lips and chin glisten. “Did I do something wrong?” you asked him, feeling worried. He held your face in his hands and kissed you. “Not at all, it was just too good, I don’t wanna cum yet,” he said and then in a second you were on your back. His hands roamed over your body and stopped at your clothed core. He pressed the pads of his fingers into you, feeling the slick that had bled through already. “You’re so wet,” he groaned as he closed his eyes, drawing circles over your clit. He slipped your panties to the side and slid a finger inside your tight heat. “Oh Shika,” you sighed as he pressed his finger into your walls and dragged it in and out. Your jaw went slack in pleasure and your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. How had he found your spot so quickly. He pressed another finger inside of you and relished in the feeling of you squeezing around his digits. “You look so beautiful like this, so calm,” he praised. “So fucking pretty,” he admired, staring at your cunt. “I want you inside me, Shika please,” you begged. “Be patient gorgeous, just let me play with this pretty pussy a little longer,” he thumbed over your clit. You mewled in pleasure, trying your best to be patient, but as soon as his thumb moved faster you couldn't hold back. “Please,” you asked again. He pulled his fingers out and you whined at the empty feeling. He sucked his fingers that were dripping with your essence. “You taste fucking amazing,” he moaned.

He removed his clothes and then yours and laid over you. His skin felt warm against yours and you stroked up and down his back. He peppered kisses over your face before finally locking onto your lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth as he pushed the head of his cock past your entrance. “You feel so good,” he managed before hilting himself inside you. He drank your cries of pleasure as he began to move, slow and deep. “So fucking perfect,” he said. You pressed your hips up to meet his thrusts, “Shika, you’re going so deep.” He kissed the top of your head, “you can take it pretty girl.” He began to thrust slightly faster as he added, “I wanna feel this pretty pussy cum all over me.” Your nails dug into his back upon hearing his words and his thrusts were somehow taking the air from your lungs. Your breath was ragged in pleasure and you could feel tears pricking at the sides of your eyes. “It’s so fucking good Shikamaru, please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” You could feel yourself getting closer, your pussy clamping down on his cock as it dragged against that one spot and hitting another deeper inside you. He trailed one of his hands down to circle over your clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and broken syllables of his name fell from your lips. “You’re so beautiful making that face as you take my cock,” he praised. “Cum, I wanna feel it so bad.” The quiet of the Nara woods was replaced with the sounds of your pleasure and his hips slapping against yours. You could feel the heat building inside of you as he continued to fuck you harder, his fingers on your clit moving faster.

“Ah Shika! I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard,” you cried out as your nails dug into his shoulders, making little half moons. It was the squeezing of your pussy mixed with the sharp pain of your nails that forced him over the edge as well. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum painting your insides.

He collapsed on top of your and rolled you to where you were the one on top of him. He was still inside you as he kissed the top of your head. You lay there in silence and stillness for a moment before Shikamaru spoke. “I- I think I love you,” he said. You drew a little heart over his chest with your fingers and snuggled further into his chest. “I love you too,” you sighed. “Mine?” he asked, interlacing your fingers with his once more. “Yours,” you replied, and then kissed his chest, right over his heart.

#shikamaru #shikamaru nara #nara #nara clan #shikamaru x you #shikamaru x reader #naruto #narutoverse

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 5 years ago

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Can you do a , smug and mean character of your choice, Z?

Anon, did you want me to write about Sengoku Ryouma? Because this is exactly how you get Sengoku Ryouma. (Kureshima Takatora is in here too, not that he’s at all smug or mean.) Z is my choice, so

C is for colors--and, if you’d also like musical accompaniment, M is for music and “you should see me in a crown,” by Billie Eilish, is available on Spotify and YouTube.

The first time Ryouma agrees to share a meal with Takatora, he brings a sketchbook with him. He’s drawing when Takatora approaches the table, in fact, drink in one hand and pencil in the other, intent on his work until he realizes that he’s not alone. Then the sketchbook closes, but not before Takatora can catch a glimpse of what looks like a cross-section of a plant. “What are you drawing?”

A smile like lightning--Takatora finds himself briefly wondering when the thunder will hit, and what might be burned to ashes in its wake. “Vegetation from Helheim. I’m exercising my botanical illustration muscles. I don’t imagine you’d be much interested, though.”

“No, no, I’m actually very curious. Your scientific work intrigues me as it is; I didn’t know you were also the artistic type. May I take a look?”

Ryouma gives him a look which might be considering or might just be shy; Takatora doesn’t yet know well enough to be able to tell which. “If you’re really interested...” He slides the sketchbook across the table. “Look away.”

They end up losing half of lunch to Ryouma’s drawings, Takatora turning pages in rapt fascination as he examines the fractal layout of crystalline seeds within those ever-dangerous fruits, the labeled diagrams of alien plants, the beautifully watercolored illustration of a Helheim vine overtaking a maple tree. Ryouma is delighted to explain them, his soft voice making it more an intimate conversation than a lecture. One pen sketch is so shockingly realistic that Takatora nearly reaches for it, wanting to see if he might pick a fruit directly from the page, only to pull his hand back before he can risk smudging the ink. “I think these might be almost as dangerous as the real thing, Dr. Sengoku.”

“Oh, please.” The lightning smile comes back, and this time Takatora is certain he can hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. “I may not have a lot of friends, but the ones I do have all call me Ryouma.”

Ryouma’s insouciant smile and elaborate courtesy tend to strike others as at least mildly disrespectful, if not outright rude. Takatora, of course, knows that it’s just how he is, that he doesn’t mean anything by it. The sketching during R&D meetings is a little irritating, but after the first couple of times it comes up he finds that the scratching of the pencil is oddly soothing, enough that finally he gives into the temptation to ask again, “What are you drawing?”

One of the other researchers rolls her eyes when she hears this, but Ryouma just smiles. “Lockseeds, of course.” He holds out his sketchbook for Takatora to take. “I think I’ve designed, hm, at least fifty at this point.”

The sketchbook is open to an exploded mechanical diagram, far more complicated than Takatora is prepared to try to make sense of. He tries anyway, nodding absently as the other researchers start to trickle out of the room, squinting at Ryouma’s tiny labels. “Fifty? Do we need to many?”

“Well, Takatora--” the last researcher heading out the door huffs irritably at Ryouma’s casual tone, “I don’t know about you, but I certainly can’t live on oranges alone. And they’ll do different things, of course, once I’ve perfected the driver designs. What’s your favorite fruit again?”

Takatora blinks. “Melon. I really only eat it at breakfast, but I do like it best.”

Lightning strikes. “Wonderful, I did remember correctly. Turn back a few pages--yes, there.”

“This is...a Melon Lockseed?”

“Yes, do you like it?”

The sketch is colored in with pencils, and it’s--beautiful, in the strange way that all of Ryouma’s creations are beautiful. “It’s lovely.” Takatora reads over the notes along one side. “I...’authorized by providence,’ Ryouma?” He raises his eyebrows. “What is?”

“You are.” Ryouma bows, one hand on his heart and a mocking smile on his face. “You’re the prince, aren’t you? I thought perhaps you deserved the reminder. And I am merely your humble advisor.”

“I don’t think there’s ever been anything humble about you, Ryouma.”

“Maybe not. I am very good at what I do, I don’t see any reason to lie about it.” A pause, and then Ryouma cocks his head to one side and the smile goes from mocking to teasing, sly and friendly. “I may have some melon at home, if you’d like to come over.”

“...for...breakfast?”

“Well, yes, eventually.”

Takatora feels his face go hot, and hopes he hasn’t turned too pink, and then furthermore hopes that no one else is lingering outside the conference room door as he says, “That sounds very nice.”

There are more armor designs than will probably ever get used, and Takatora says so. “Why so many?”

"I enjoy designing them. Although of course most people won't get to see more than the very basic one." Ryouma is settled comfortably against his shoulder, sketchbook balanced on one pulled-up knee. "I'm not going to share my best art with just anyone, you know."

"Oh, no?" Takatora cranes his neck to see the sketchbook over the top of Ryouma's head. "How are you going to manage that?"

"A series of if-then statements in the Sengoku Driver. They have to be able to scan the user's body and brain, you know, to do what they do; I don't see why I shouldn't have them test for particularly desirable personal qualities at the same time." Ryouma's pencil dances over the page. "For example, if it were to detect, say...hm." A sly glance upward at Takatora. "A noble soul, a cutting intellect, clarity of purpose, and oh, let’s say an offensively nice ass, it might produce...something like this."

He holds up the sketchbook, so that Takatora can finally get a proper look at it--a samurai, sleek and elegant but with a science-fiction edge. “This is...armor for me?”

“Roughly, this is a preliminary.”

“It’s beautiful.”

The smugness radiates from the line of Ryouma’s back against Takatora’s arm. “Thank you, I’m very pleased with it.” The sketchbook and pencil go on the bedside table, and then Ryouma turns around looking even more sly. “Of course, I’ll need to tailor the design to suit you better. I think I’ll need to make some figure studies, you’ll have to pose for me.”

Takatora raises an eyebrow. “Naked, I’m sure.”

“Oh, naturally, I’ll want to make a detailed study of your best qualities.”

“I think you said something about an offensively nice ass?”

“I am an artist, I want to display my subject to best effect.”

“So I’m your subject now.”

Lightning-flash smile, and Ryouma runs his fingers down the side of Takatora’s face, tips his chin up as if to study his profile. “No more and no less than I am yours. I ought to draw you with a crown on your head.”

When Takatora wakes from the coma--is woken from the coma, by the grace of a power he suspects he may never entirely understand--it still takes another two weeks before he’s discharged from the hospital and declared fit to go about whatever business he may have, and one of the first tasks that confronts him is the disposition of Ryouma’s notes. He can’t possibly ask Mitsuzane to take care of it, wouldn’t even want to mention the man’s name in his brother’s presence. Ryouma was, in the end, his fault and his responsibility. This is his cleaning up to do.

Mostly it’s straightforward. The laboratory equipment has already mostly been confiscated or destroyed; researchers and technicians have already scoured his computer files. It’s just the actual papers that are left to take care of, organized by some system that only Ryouma himself and perhaps Yoko ever understood, box after box of them. Takatora embarks on the project with four helpers--two from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, one from the Ministry of Health, and a man from the Ministry of Agriculture who seems to have an unwholesome interest in the actual growth capacity of Helheim plants.

“He didn’t go into the most technical details of his work with me,” Takatora says after the third question about what a particular notation might mean. “He was an...idiosyncratic man, to say the least.”

And then, near the back of the room, one of the Internal Affairs people says, “This box seems to be full of artwork.”

Takatora only freezes for a moment before saying, “Yes, Professor Sengoku was very passionate about the design aspects of his work. I’ll come over and take a look through them, there may be sketches of interest to more than one of you.”

Unlike most of the other papers and boxes, the sketchbooks are mostly clearly marked. Lockseeds, Vol. 1, says the label on one; Sengoku Driver Preliminary Sketches, says another. A third is, Armors, and Takatora recognizes its blue cover and thinks, suddenly, I never did ask him how he intended to have the Drivers identify desirable qualities in people, or why. That should have been a warning sign by itself.

Near the bottom of the box, though, is a sketchbook marked, Personal, and Takatora picks it up as quickly as he possibly can while still looking casual. He recognizes that cover too, and would rather not have people from the government seeing some of the drawings in it. “I’d like to keep this one, actually. I assure you, there’s nothing dangerous in it.”

The man from the Ministry of Agriculture says, frowning, “You’re familiar with the contents of this one?”

“I’m familiar with most of them, actually, the professor was very proud of his design work and shared it with me frequently.”

The sketchbook goes into Takatora’s briefcase, and he waits until he’s home and in his own bedroom to open it, because, yes--there, three pages in, is the first of several drawings of him. Most of them, as he flips through, are unremarkable, but a few are of an intimate character that he’s glad he wasn’t forced to share publicly. One in particular brings a blush to Takatora’s cheeks as he remembers the night it was drawn. On the facing page of the sketchbook there are a few lines scrawled in Arabic, a language that Ryouma read excellently and spoke passably, with a translation underneath:

He is a veiled one; but were he to pass in a darkness black as his forelock, his blazing face would suffice him light.

So if I stray for a night in his black locks, his brow’s bright morn will give guidance to my eyes.

Which does nothing but make Takatora’s blush much worse.

Of course, there aren’t only nude drawings of him, which is something of a relief. There’s a self-portrait on one page, a few sketches of Yoko on another, drawings of the various Beat Riders in a set near the back. It almost brings a smile to Takatora’s face, seeing how Ryouma managed to capture Yoko’s solemn resting expression and the angry twist of Kumon Kaito’s mouth. Sketches of animals, of plants, a cartoon of Oren that actually makes Takatora laugh.

Near the middle of the sketchbook, not far past the most memorable “figure study” and its snatch of poetry, is a drawing of the Yggdrasil logo. Or at least, Takatora takes it for that at first, but when he reaches the end of the sketchbook he realizes that something about it bothers him and has to flip back and look more closely. It is the Yggdrasil Corporation tree, but with grasping roots growing down beneath it, crushing something that Takatora realizes after a moment is the Earth.

Beneath it, in Ryouma’s neat, precise handwriting, is a note:

Unfortunately it has become clear that Takatora’s desires and mine are no longer in alignment.

Takatora shudders and closes the sketchbook, and when he finally manages to fall asleep, much later, he dreams of being struck by lightning.

#sengoku ryouma #kureshima takatora #fanfiction #anonamouse

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saijspellhart · 5 years ago

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I just wanted to let you know that I adore you. Go forth, you amazing person, and continue to be awesome!!

No @aknazer! You are the one who is amazing and awesome!! And I adore you more!!

Thank you @h-sunnywet-d. It means a lot that you thought of me, and sent this to me. ❤️ You are super sweet and I appreciate you.

Anon, I am so flattered. I’m always so frustrated by drawing kisses, and I’m honored that you think so highly of the kisses I drew.

I know, I’m a little late answering this, Anon. Considering I’ve now drawn like a dozen kisses by now. But I still appreciate the sentiment. Thank you so much.

YOU are a delight, my good friend. And this was a fucking delight to read! I raise a glass to you.

Awwwwww TuT

Thank you so very much. It means. Lot to me to have people who follow me just cause they like my work, and support both my art and writing. I love drawing all kinds of things, and I hope you continue to enjoy all the stuff I make.

Speaking of which, please enjoy this sketch of Nugget I did. (That I don’t think I ever bothered to share because I didn’t think anyone would care bout my Kindergarten 2 fanart.)

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antigoddex-a · 3 years ago

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hello morningstar and que! it's been a hot minute (yes, it's 3 days, but i genuinely just don't have the braincell that keeps track of time so let's be real it's a hot minute)- i just hope you two are having the best of days!!! i love your little doodle of que and i so much and i have saved it in my photos and will forever cherish it when i feel down... (and you definitely also blew me away with your response- im just an anon who thinks ur neat !! there's nothing special about me, really- i too am terrible when it comes to talking outside of anything relating to people's muses- i think i reminisce and want to reach out to people that i've brushed past while we're going on our separate paths- who have also touched me with their work on this site... i lost my train of thought! ah! mother mother released an acoustic version of both hayloft versions and it has such a folk song, kind of boogeyman vibe to both? AND i hope that you enjoyed in space with markiplier!! please feel free to ramble on and on about it- whether you like it or love it 🖤

Heya, Musical Anon! :] <3 hdbshgksk No 'cause I feel this too bad... My grasp on time is so fucked too. Like, I feel like we hadn't spoken since ever? Yesterday? Some days ago? Simultaneously. I really am like Que / ? on this... ( Also, very wild how we are almost done the first week of April ALREADY!?!?!?... ) But I am always more than delighted to have you in my inbox anytime!!! :D And aaaAAAA!!! I AM EXTREMELY HAPPY AND GLAD TO KNOW YOU LOVE THE DRAWING AND CAN JOY AND COMFORT IN IT... TT^TT Drawing that made me super duper happy, so I am very!!! <33333

But, hey, listen!!! Just 'cause you're on anonymous does not ever make you mean any less of a person ( to me ). Your presence alone is more than special enough to me and I am sure a lot of people who are so lucky to know you would think the same. You deserve all of the love and praises and more. <3 <3 <3 And, yeah :( I completely get that. I had lost a lot of friends on here and in real life due to my inability to connect and communicate with them consistently, but I am more of a person who just goes forward without often looking back 'cause if there really isn't anything more for me to offer and the other happens to move on from me from that case, that is more than valid and understandable, I only wish the best of everything for them. But it's very sweet and nice of you to at least think of reaching out to those you had brushed past. ;; I hope you will be able to do that and reconnect with them for everything to click alright, but if you don't end up doing that for whatever reasons, that's okay too, at least the thought counts for something!!! <3

And I had listened to few of M.other M.other's songs before as a very casual fan!!! I was so :000 to learn from you that there are two acoustic versions of Hayloft!!! This is so neat!!! I am unsure how to describe the I version exactly, but II version definitely has a bit more darker vibes than I version, which is wicked!!! Both of them overall having boogeyman vibe is so right on, though, thank you so much for these suggestions!!! Also, AH I.SWM!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH TO THE MOON AND BEYOND!!!!!! Mark and the team did so fucking amazing on the interactive film... If you love God Exits, then I.SWM is definitely worth a thing to be checked out as it has some elements and concepts that God Exits have with the metaness / the multiverse / timeloop / etcetera, either if you are a fan of Mark or not!!! It's so good... Please do let me know what you think of it if you ever get into it!!! I would LOVE to read your thoughts on it!!! ^w^

Ugh, you are so sweet and cute, though, just as you are always!!! ? and I love you so dearly much and we hope you're having a wonderful day ( which I and ? are having so, thank you so much )! If not, ya know we are always here for ya rooting you on. Please take care and I highly look forward to your next ask soon! <333

#[ truly what an absolute angel I adore and appreciate you so so so much <3 <3 <3 ]#✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 4N5W3R .•ˎˊ˗˖°࿐#✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 0U7 0F CH4R4C73R .•ˎˊ˗˖°࿐#anonymous #anonymous 🎶 🖤

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daddy-hotline · 8 years ago

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The dads reacting to a dadsona who is an amazing artist and showed them his sketchbook? thnx

［thank you anon! hope you enjoy and feel free to send in asks/prompts! also don't forget to vote for the fic :D ］🎣Brian :- "I don't think I can draw better"- so weirded out by the fact that you can actually do something better than him- is the type of person who will say "can you draw me???"🏋Craig :- super excited becausd you improved so much since college - proud of you- shows off your sketchbook to the girls (if you let him)🐶Damien :- surprised and delighted - think that that's wonderful and really proud of all the hard work you put in to improve yourself - sometimes may ask you to sketch a flower or two 📚Hugo :- smiles a lot when he goes over your sketchbook - very interested and always asks what inspired you etc- tries to draw but gives up in like 3 minutes 💒Joseph :- asks if you can design banners and fliers and stuff for bake sales!- think that God blessed you with this ability to draw so you need to use it for Him☕Mat :- think that it's pretty rad - laughs when he sees that you drew him with a flower crown (after Carmensita requested it)- sometimes if you make a larger drawing he frames it in the Coffee Spoon🔪Robert :- may or may not have blushed a little when he sees that you sketched him- with whiskey and that cute lil double chin - tells you that it's embarrassing but loves it anyways

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umisabaku · 8 years ago

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Hi! Love your D:M work! I was wondering ... what was Kise like when his beloved Senpai suprised him with a visit and what was he like when Senpai had to inevitably leave?

The best times arewhen Kise is not expecting Kasamatsu to visit. Because then it’s a delight hedidn’t know he was going to experience that day, and that’s always the bestkind of joy.

The planned visits aregood too because it gives him something to look forward to, but those havetheir own drawbacks. If he can count down the days, the hours, the seconds,it’s a way of keeping sane (unless the visits are too far apart, likewhen Kasamatsu has exams. Then the numbers just mock him and everything ishorrible). If he can say, just five more days, just four more, just hang inthere—then the bad days are not so bad because it’s just a matter of survivinguntil relief.

But if Kasamatsu is late—orworse, if something comes up and he has to cancel (something thathappened once before, because his brother got sick, and Kise hated that unknownboy so much for taking away Kasamatsu’s attention—he’d never experienced suchagonizing jealousy until that day) then it was so much worse than notexpecting him to come at all. So there’s that draw back.

The surprise visits havetheir own disadvantages because he hasn’t prepared for them. If Kasamatsusuddenly walks into the room and Kise is busy watching a soap opera with Momoi,then Kasamatsu says he should continue watching the soap opera with Momoi andthat he doesn’t mind joining them on the couch and that isn’t what Kise wants atall.

(“You’re being sogreedy, Kichan!” Momoi had hissed at him once. “I’m not trying to stealKasa-senpai from you! I just want a friend!”

“You have yourinternet friends, leave mine alone!” Kise wailed. He got so little timewith Kasamatsu, and he wants it all to himself, and he hates Momoi and Kurokoand occasionally even Midorima for trying to take some of that time. Atleast Murasakibara, Aomine and Akashi leave well enough alone).

“I’m glad you came,Senpai,” Kise says when he gets the chance, because he wants Kasamatsu to knowhow much it means to him but he’s terrified of scaring him off. “You’ll stillcome next week, right?”

“Yeah, sure,”Kasamatsu says, and Kise wonders if he’s just agreeing to it or if he wants toor if he—

“Are—are youglad you came?”

“Yeah, I had fun,”Kasamatsu says. And he ruffles Kise’s hair like he might a younger brother(which is simultaneously frustrating and thrilling—he likes any contact withKasamatsu but he really doesn’t want to be treated as a younger brother). “Ilike hanging out with you, even when you’re being a brat.”

“Senpai, I am alwayson my best behavior,” Kise pouts.

Kasamatsu just looksfaintly amused when he says, “Yeah, I actually believe that. See you nextweek.”

And that’s theabsolute worst part—watching Kasamatsu leave. It’s depressing because thismoment marks the furthest time away from the next time he gets to seeKasamatsu, but it also always makes him wonder what Kasamatsu is thinking whenhe walks away.

Does he miss Kise,when he’s not around? Does he think about Kise at all? Or is this just anobligation, a box to check off as he moves on to the next responsibility.

“You know,” Youjisays, “If you didn’t live on base you could probably see him more often. If youwent to a high school, for example.”

“What would I do in a high school?” Kise demands, because that suggestion isjust ridiculous.

Youji just shrugs.“Yukio plays basketball.”

It’s an absurd thingto think about, but maybe it’s the only possible solution, so that moments likethis when he has to watch Kasamatsu walk away from him and not look back won’texist.

A/N: Thanks, anon-friend! And thanks for the prompt! I am a big fan of poor pining!Kise =D (Who, of course, does end up happily in love with his senpai). Hope you enjoyed!

#Mikki writes #Kuroko no Basuke #KiKasa #Designation:Miracle #tumblr fic #fic I wrote #I have asks! and I'm answering them!#this is my anon tag

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franeridart · 4 years ago

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Anon said: Are you still into krbk? I noticed you haven't draw them a lot recently (I don't mean to pressure you, I was just wondering)

I still very much am!!! but a convergence of unrelated happenings (my focus being unusually scattered, lack of general motivation, them not having interacted much in the manga lately, my having pulled out of the fandom a little for a bunch of reasons, having gotten into a lot of new things I want to make a lot of stuff for ??) had my output of stuff for them/inspiration related to them die down a lot ): I miss them though, I should fill a page with doodles of them one of these days... well, I haven’t drawn much in genereal lately, so maybe let’s start first with fixing that haha

Anon said: Fun Fact : In smash bros ultimate there are spirits with octopath traveler and they're in pairs and guess what ? Alfyn and Therion are together :3

I KNOW!!!!!! It makes me so emo I’m a bundle of feelings they’re soulmates I tell youuuuuuuuuuu ;;A;; (little inconsequential things making me a mess, what’s new xD) - another fun fact is that h’aanit and ophilia share one too!! and I ship them too!! and cyrus and tressa share one as well, and they’re my brother’s mains in his save! A series of delightful little coincidences haha

Anon said: Will you be drawing more Jujutsu Kaisen? I love your art sm and I would love to see more!!!!

Right now I feel like I want to spend the next ten years drawing these kids, so I sure hope so! But as I said my focus has been very scattered for the past three or so months, so I can’t promise anything ): let’s both enjoy it while it lasts haha

Anon said: You are my emotional support artist. I check back every once and a while and BOOM. Serotonin.

You’re too kind!!!! But thank you, I’m glad I can make you feel better! :D

Anon said: i'm super new to your art (and mha) and i just wanted to say your krbk stuff is just !!!!!!! it makes me so happy and makes my poor jaded heart feel something and it's just all around incredible!!!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like my way of portraying the kids!!!!

Anon said: I’m about to cry I’ve spent an hour looking though your bnha tag for that lil comic where Kiri hugs Baku and. It. Sent. Me. Back. To. The. Top. I didn’t even get to finish reading it. I’m so upset. So. So. So. Upset.

(same) Anon said: OH MY GOSH IT KEEPS SENDING ME TO THE TOO I HATE MOBILE AND LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU BUT THIS WEBSITE IS K I L L I N G ME I JIST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS AS KIRI ATTEMPTS TO HUG BAKUGOU BUT NOOOO, AN HOUR OF MY TIME ISNT ENOUGH SAYS THE TIME STEALER

(samesame) Anon said: I. Found the hug thing. On Pinterest. In. Five. Seconds. I hate life but also it was really cute. Thank you but seriously I hate this website

The saga hahaha sorry anon I couldn’t get to you before you went out of your mind trying to find it, I got the asks in the middle of the night! Glad you could find it, though I’m kinda sad you had to look on pinterest for it (...sad it is on pinterest at all tbh) here it is anyway, if this is the one you were talking about! you really went back in the years for this one huh

Anon said: So for that thing that you made a w h i l e ago where Bakugou ruffles Kirishima’s hair, right? So I imagine Kiri is like w h a t and calls over Mina or Denki or Sero or all of them or something like that and tells them and is freaking out and they’re like “he wasn’t in the right mindset, you know he sleeps at 8:32” and make a joke out of it as Kiri is freaking out. And Kiri is freaking out soooo much as they are crying laughing on the floor at Bakugou’s sleeping schedule.

hahaha I’m sure he must have freaked out on them at some point after that, and bakugou must have done the same (probably with jirou, less likely but more hilarious with todoroki or tokoyami haha) - though, the original idea came from a bigger one where the scene in the comic didn’t bring them anywhere closer to getting together (or figuring out they’re into each other, for the matter lmao idiots) maybe one day I’ll get back on that >:]

Anon said: In your comments, you said “at this point my hands will never forget” and I had a nozaki-kun memory float into my head, imagining him sick and trying to make his deadline xD yes muscle memory

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anon you have no idea how often I think about that hahaha yes, I say my hands won’t forget but we all know that’s exactly how it’ll end at some point lol

Anon said: dang this happens all the time like I follow someone for their bnha content and then like two months after following them I find out they used to make yowapeda content and im just sitting their like dang thats wild because bnha and yowapeda are like the only two animes I watch

ANON!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always so nice to find other ywpd fans!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m not making art for it anymore (for now) but despite my sister insisting I read the manga already I’ve been putting it off......for years lol but it’s on my reading list!! So maybe I’ll get back on it at some point!

Anon said: FRAN!!!!!! i love ur art so much and im trying to buy ur products on redbubble and i geniunely cant decide what to get!!!!! i tired asking my friend but she doesnt know which one either hahahahhahah ig i just wanted to send this because i really appreciate u and u are very talented. im sending u lots of high vibrations and love❤️🧡

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you guys are still buying my stuff (TTATT) I should...........seriously update it..........gomen m(._.)m

Anon said:YES YES YEEES MORE ALFYON ON THE WAYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖 They're both the cutest really their ship is the beeest Try reading some the alfyon fanfics if you have some time, they're really good ! The one i really recommend you is Crismonberries, blackberries by court_court on Ao3 !Your art is the best ever can't wait to see more octopath !!💖💖💖

Anon thank you SO MUCH for suggesting that fic to me I!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it so much I deep-dived into it and spent two straight days reading it it’s such a gem!!!!! ;;; bless you

Anon said: Have you watched Fullmetal Alchemist?

Hell yeah! Only Brotherhood though. I read the manga too tho!!

Anon said: Have you read Noragami? It’s one of my favourite manga, and the anime isn’t half bad either (still waiting for s3 tho lol) anyway it’s really good, concept-wise it’s similar to Soul Eater, I totally recommend

I watched the first season back when it aired! It’s not really my thing though ): feels a bit sad in that very specific way that always ends up just making me miserable as I keep reading............................... sorry

Anon said: I will never not be in love with your art. Everytime I'm feeling down and/or missing the boys I scroll through your krbk tag and it reminds me exactly of why I love them so much and I'm so thankful for that. Your brand of krbks is the one I love the most and honestly thank you so much for all your marvelous art of them and of other things as well because you art is just so pretty and I love seeing your ocs and other fandom art 💕💕💕

Anon I love you......................... ;;;;; thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me (oTT^TT)o<3

#fran answers #long post #chatter chatter chatter #you guys are always so nice to me man #every time i write out one of these posts i'm overwhelmed by just how much love piles up in my inbox #sob #love you all

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K hear me out mystery squad family bonding paint night

“Wait, wait. Explain again what we need the paint for,”Amanda was saying, as Todd stared in confusion at the sheets of paper Dirk hadjust spread out on the coffee table. Four tubes of acrylic paint sat uncappedon the floor, but – having lived through a Rowdy 3 home invasion – Todd couldn’tbring himself to care much about paint stains.

“Automatic writing. It’s really not that complicated,” Dirkinsisted, using his index finger – which was already coated in green paint – todraw a little swirl on one sheet of paper, “You just write without thinkingabout it. It helps with mystery solving sometimes, and with finding things. Don’tthey teach you this in school?”

“No,” Amanda laughed, just as Todd asked, “So it’s a psychicthing then?”

“No. No,” Dirkpointed an admonitory finger in Todd’s direction, “It is a thought-organisingthing. The ideas are already in your head, this just helps put them in order.”

Farah, who had been mostly silent until then, suddenly spokeup. “’Automatic writing, also called psychography, is an alleged psychicability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing’,”she read off of her phone screen, “Sounds psychic to me.”

Dirk shot her a betrayed look. Farah shrugged, looking onlyminimally guilty.

“Why paint though? Couldn’t you just use a pencil?” Amandainterjected, which prompted Dirk’s fifth exasperated sigh of the evening.

“Pointy objects aren’t allowed,” he said, then frowned minutely at hisown answer and amended it to: “Finger painting is more fun anyway. Now, we’rewasting time with all this talking. Just everybody pick a colour, let your mindgo totally blank, and paint.”

The three non-psychics shared a look that somehow conveyedthe thought: ‘Surely Dirk’s mind has never been blank in his entire life.’

Strangely enough though, once Dirk had re-coated his fingersin paint, he had gone quiet. His eyes had fallen shut, and he sat wearing anexpression that could only really be described as ‘totally blank’.

The others followed suit, with varying degrees of effort.

A few minutes later, they were all squinting down at theircreations. Amanda had evidently given up on making her mind go blank, and hadjust painted a rather cute picture of a kitten, which Dirk complimented profusely.Farah seemed to have been more focused on target practice than automaticwriting, because she’d painted a series of concentric red circles. Toddhad simply written ‘I can’t do this because I’m not psychic’, to which Dirk hadaccused him of not even trying.

Dirk’s painting seemed to be gibberish at first, but whenFarah had the idea of looking at it in the mirror, a very clear message wasrevealed.

‘It’s in your coat pocket.’

Amanda’s eyes widened and she jammed her hand into thepocket of her coat, laughing in delight when she pulled out the phone they’d beenlooking for when Dirk had first suggested the exercise.

Todd pointedly ignored Dirk’s ‘I told you so’ smile, thoughhe could only stay stoic for so long before he was smiling too.-------Thanks for the prompt, anon, I needed a little break from writing serious stuff. This has no official title, so let’s just call it ‘I finally gave Farah and Amanda some proper dialogue in my fic, yay’. Hope you enjoyed it! Final part of ‘Le présent, le passé et l’avenir’ will be put up this weekend, check out the first two parts on my AO3 if you haven’t already :D

#dirk gently #dghda #dghda fic #todd brotzman #farah black #amanda brotzman #prompt fills #Anonymous #asks

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franeridart · 5 years ago

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Anon said: Not an ask, but I frickin love your art style! 👌

Ah heck, thank you so much!!!! <3

Anon said: I refuse to use Emojis but You. Do. Not. Need. To. Apologize. For. Taking. Breaks! We are not entitled to you and you are not required to provide art for us! These are stressful times, and even outside of these times, taking breaks from social medias is completely acceptable.

Thank you for the kind feeling!!! But it’s fine, I’m not beating myself up over it or anything, just apologizing for my habit of going on breaks without letting anyone know beforehand haha

Anon said: your outfit ideas are amazing ! do you have a source of insperation?

Thank you!!! I do a lot of people watching, and that’s about it tbh! I do look at fashion photos and magazines and, like, clothes displays in stores? when I happen across them, but most of my inspo when it comes to outfits starts from me watching people and liking how they’re dressed - in that sense I like watching vlogs and stuff like that too, people these days are so stylish...

Anon said: I really love your lineart and coloring style!! Would you mind sharing your brush settings? Or some art tips? If you don't want too this okay too, keep up the good work !!

Since my brush settings are a reward for my $6+ patreons, I don’t really feel like it’d be fair to share them! But you can probably find some old version of them in my art tips tag :D as for art tips... for lineart the only thing I can really say is to not overthink it and just go with the flow, whatever feels comfortable for you will make for the most visually pleasing lineart too, in my experience! Coloring is something I’m constantly experimenting with as well, but there too my usual mindset is “the easier and faster the better” - generally, I just use flats and then add shadows on them with any color that goes from light blue to pink-ish purple on a layer set on multiply, anything that makes it look fancier than that is just me adding small details like sparkles or shines or anything of the like!

Anon said: GUESS. WHOS. GETTING. OLD!!! me. It’s me.

Everyone is! Constantly! It’s how the passing of times works, terribly enough

Anon said: hi!!! as someone who really admires you as an artist, has very little experience in art and would /really/ like to get better at it, i'd like to ask you: how did you get so good at it? (apart from constant practice, of course, i realize how important that is!) this is coming from someone who really has no idea where to start! what was your starting point, and are there any tips you can give a complete beginner like me?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm the thing is that drawing a lot really is all there is to it, but if I had to give one single serious tip for this it would be to find something you really really really really enjoy drawing and to just draw it - draw it badly if that’s the only way you know how to draw it, but make sure to always draw it while having fun, and slowly you’ll get better without even realizing you are. If you like a ship, draw that ship! If you like plants, draw plants! If you like animals, draw animals! It’s okay if you don’t know how to draw it, or if you feel like your skills aren’t good enough for what you mean to draw, because honestly I felt like that when I started too, and I still feel like that every time I pick up my pen, and I’m sure I’ll forever feel like that for as long as I’ll draw - my ideas will always be bigger than my skills, and maybe so will yours! So what’s it matter if you start drawing stuff beyond your skill level now or later? At least you’ll be having fun with it, and the only way to learn how to do something new is to go and do it, anyway

Anon said: hi! do you do commissions?

I don’t, sorry! Thank you for being interested, though!

Anon said: Hi there! So I'm rereading Quote Love Unquote (a classic for sure) and had the urge to go find the art you had made for it. And oops, like, two hours have gone by of me just scrolling through all of your older comics and art. I love it all SO MUCH. Your artstyle is just so damn enjoyable and all of your comics never fail to make me smile. I'm always looking forward to whatever you choose to make in the future regardless of fandom. Thank you for being awesome!!

God that’s such a nice thing to hear, thank you so much!!!!!! ( TT-TT)<3

Anon said: I made an ask before (u answered it dw) but u thought I was saying u missed my first one. U didnt! I was saying it made me so happy that u responded you’re an angel! Ily v much!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s good then!! that’s very very good!!!!!! ily too!!!! <3<3

Anon said: How can one's art be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good?

Thank youuuuuuuu ;;;;;;;;;; I do!!! my best!! ( ;u;)9

Anon said: You like tododeku?

Yup!

Anon said: Zero grafity kisses are the opposite of the spiderman kiss

How so? :O

Anon said: Hi! This is seriously out of nowhere but I wanted to tell you I reread your Bokuto-Kuroo-Terushima tattoo au strip all the time because it's just so delightful and seriously cute. Polyfidelity is the kind of poly my partner and I practice and I don't see it played out too much, so to see a relationship like that with characters I love and an art style I adore fills me with such warm fuzzies. It's so so lovely. Have a great day!

I’m so damn glad to hear that!!!! In that sense that comic still means a lot to me, so I’m happy to hear it means something to you too!!

Anon said: Friendly reminder that I fucking love you.

I love you too anon!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Ma lo sai che sei sempre più brava?

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! (TTATT) grazie mille!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Hi um did you know that 🤰🏻🤱🏻 this lady had her kid?????? wtf i didnt know

I can’t even see the emojis from desktop lmao but good for her!!!

Anon said: hot take: jirou, momo, kami, and shinsou in a poly relationship.

You know what anon, you’re incredibly valid and I respect you

Anon said: I just absolutely love your art! Whenever I see it, it makes my day! Your Kiribaku stuff gives me life! Keep making beautiful art, and stay safe during this time!

Gosh, thank you!! You stay safe too, anon!!!!

Anon said: HOW do you draw cloths

You keep in mind that gravity is a thing and let your hand do kind of whatever while hoping no one will notice you have no clue what you’re doing!! (...seriously tho I never studied these things I just do whatever feels like and hope for the best hahaha any experienced artist looking at my stuff is probably wondering what the heck it is that I’m trying to do...)

Anon said: Your style is so amazing and distinctive. Everytime I see it I’m like OH ITS THEMMMM and get super stoked

That’s so cool to hear!!!!!!! I genuinely have no clue what makes my art mine, but I like knowing people can recognize it anyway! It’s such a neat thing!!!

Anon said: Were you the person who did those "stopping an angry...." posts? Am I remembering this wrong? If that was you, where could I find those?

Are you talking about my bakuboys comic? If so then it’s in my bakuboys tag! :D

Anon said: Hey, you’ve seemed kind of tired and sad lately. I’m not going to ask you if you’re okay because you’re probably not, but I wanted to say I really do hope you feel better soon!

!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much ;;;; I’m doing my best!

#fran answers #i have stuck in my head sudden desire by hayley williams #but i only know something like two lines and a half from it #it's been two days why is my brain doing this to me #halp #long post

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