#i need to practice drawing his face more 👉👈

[numberonetribble]

Posting this separately because I really like how it turned out !

[anyasathenaeum]

hi,, i don't see many fics like this, b-but what do you think ab pregnant sex w vash? 👉👈 *drops mic and runs away

A/N: GODDAMN YES, YES, YES. THIS IS A BRILLIANT IDEA. PERFECT. THANK YOU ANON, MY BRAIN IS NOW ALL ABOUT THIS

Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader, reader is able to be pregnant, mentions of pregnancy, nsfw writing, smut to the max, female terms are used, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (even though reader is already pregnant, PRACTICE SAFE SEX PEOPLE), super soft Vash, Vash has a huge thing for pregnant!reader

To say you weren't expecting this to happen was an understatement.

Neither you nor Vash had been aware that human-plant hybrids could exist, and so, when you discovered you were pregnant, it had been a shock to you both.

Your body had begun to adjust, and given that your baby was a hybrid, your pregnancy had been progressing differently than a typical human pregnancy - your baby was growing faster, forcing your body to adjust faster and more intensely than it would've with a regular pregnancy.

Vash had become extremely protective of you as your pregnancy continued and your baby grew, his near-constant hovering a sign of his love and worry for you as you carried his child. He always ensured to be near you, showering you in love and affection, doing his best to take care of you in every possible way.

"(Y/N), you're not supposed to lift anything heavy! Here, let me do that!"

"Mayfly, don't stand on a stool like that! What if you fall?! You could really hurt yourself and the baby!"

"What can I do, my love? How can I make things easier for you?"

However, what you also hadn't anticipated, was how attractive Vash seemed to find you now that you were pregnant, your belly swollen with his child. His hands were always on you in some way - resting protectively over your belly, pressed to the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, gently massaging the back of your neck, Vash always had to be touching you somehow.

And in bed? Vash was insatiable.

"V-Vash! H-Hah, slow down, I- sensitive!"

Vash's tongue continue to swirl around your sensitive bud after already drawing several orgasms from you, his fingers continuing to stretch you open and thrust into you simultaneously, stoking the fire of desire deep within you yet again.

Your hands had long since buried themselves into Vash's hair, tugging on the roots hard enough to get Vash to moan into your pussy, pulling a moan from you in turn.

"S-Sorry, Mayfly, you just- you taste so good. Can't get enough of you."

Vash's eyes were wide and filled with desire and want as he looked up at you, as well as something softer - love, and tenderness, and a kind of deep-rooted happiness, despite the fact that his mouth and chin were coated in your slick. He couldn't help but smile at you warmly, as if he wasn't in the middle of eating you out like you were the first meal of a starved man.

You could feel the heat rising to your face as Vash gazed at you, especially when you saw Vash's gaze drift to your swollen belly, a fire evident in his eyes. Something about you like this, in his bed, your belly round with his child, drove Vash to the edge, a single word echoing over and over in his mind as his desire for you grew and grew and grew: "Mine."

"Vash... please..."

Your voice was whiny and desperate for him, begging him to continue touching you, to feel him against you, in you.

"Patience, my love, patience," Vash replied, snapping out of his trance with a gentle smile on his face.

Vash took great care as he adjusted you, tucking a pillow beneath your hips to shift your belly to your side, "I want you as comfortable as possible, Mayfly."

Of course, despite Vash's desire and increasing need for you, he was still kind and caring and loving, putting you above all else.

"I love you, Vash," You whispered to him gently, reaching up to caress his face with a gentleness Vash had never felt before, a tenderness so genuine that it brought tears to his eyes.

"I love you, too, Mayfly. My love... my (Y/N)."

Vash took your hand in his much larger one as he spoke softly, pressing the gentlest of kisses to the palm of your hand before pressing your hand up against his cheek. He let his eyes flutter shut as he reveled in your touch, at how much love Vash felt for you and just how badly he wanted to give you every possible thing in life.

"Yours," You panted softly, reaching down with your other hand to stroke Vash's cock oh so gently, "I'm yours, Vash."

Vash twitched as soon as he felt your hand on his cock, and he bit down on his lip to stifle the moan escaping his lips at the feeling of your touch. Every time you touched him, Vash felt like it was the first time all over again - his body reacted to you like it was, becoming highly sensitive to your touch, to your scent, to your warmth, to you.

"H-Hah! Mayfly, I-I-"

"Shh," You cooed gently, stroking his cock a bit more firmly, feeling precum leaking from his tip as you did so, "Let me feel you, Vash."

Vash couldn't help but whimper at your words, his desire feeling amplified as he watched you touch him, as he watched you make him feel so good, your gaze warm and loving and yet, still filled with desire for him.

You could feel Vash's cock twitch in your hands, and that, paired with the whimpers and moans and gasps escaping Vash's lips, let you know that he was getting close to release. And so, you quickly let go of him.

"(Y/N)!"

The whine that Vash let out was desperate and soft, causing you to squeeze your thighs together in anticipation and desire. You gave Vash a few moments to come back down and away from the edge, before taking him in your hand again and lining him up with your entrance, letting his cock brush through your folds and feel how soaked you were.

You could see Vash's eyes widen as he felt how wet you were for him, and you couldn't help but smirk a little as you watched how his eyes got even bigger as he slipped into you at last.

"Ha-ah!"

A broken gasp escaped Vash at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, your warm walls squeezing him and enveloping him in the most intimate and perfect way. You let out a moan as Vash sheathed himself all the way inside you, the feeling of his cock stretching you out overwhelming you.

"V-Vash!"

You couldn't help but call to him as he began to thrust gently, taking care not to move too hard or too fast so as to not jostle you or your belly too badly.

"(Y/N)! G-God, (Y/N), you feel incredible," Vash babbled against your lips as he continued to thrust into you, absolutely drunk off the feeling of you tightening around him, "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). So beautiful. You look so beautiful carrying my child, (Y/N), God, s-so beautiful."

Vash felt your pussy clench down hard on him as he spoke, and he couldn't help but moan and move a little bit faster, a little deeper, all his thoughts and emotions and words spilling forth without him being able to stop himself.

"S-So beautiful, (Y/N), you're beautiful like this, belly swollen with my child, with our child, so beautiful, y-you're amazing, I-I love you, (Y/N), God, I love you! I love you so much!"

"I love you, V-Vash!" You moaned out in reply, feeling your body tensing as your orgasm approached once again, your fingers intertwining with Vash's by your head. You couldn't help but turn your head and kiss his fingers gently as he continued to thrust into you, cries of pleasure escaping you both.

"O-Oh, God, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna cum, I-"

"Vash!" You cried out, feeling your orgasm hit you full force as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, causing your pussy to clench down on Vash so tightly that it immediately sent him over the edge, too.

"I love you, (Y/N), I love you," Vash mumbled as he kissed you passionately, feeling himself spill into you as his orgasm washed over him, his seed coating your walls.

Once you both calmed down, Vash slowly withdrew, allowing himself to collapse next to you as he panted softly, his arms pulling you into him and enveloping you in his gentle embrace.

"I love you so much, Vash," You mumbled against his skin, resting your head against him as you tried to catch your breath, just enjoying the feeling of Vash's skin against yours.

You felt Vash brushing your hair away from your face as he gazed down at you, his eyes filled with such love and tenderness that it warmed you down to your soul.

"I love you, too. You mean everything to me, (Y/N). You're my world," Vash whispered to you gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving his hand down to your belly, caressing it gently, "You both are. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. I promise."

[oya-oya-okay]

I hope you don’t mind, but this question popped into my head a while ago and will not leave until I ask it, SO!

what are three things that you like about your art style and/or think you draw well?

(I hope I worded that well and it’s not confusing ^^”)

OMG DEAR HI!!🥰💖💗 ITS OKAY DW<3💕💕💕 You wrote it well!!💝💖

Thank you for your interest! You can ask me anything you want!❤️❤️❤️

I hope I don't seem too self-critical haha🧍‍♀️ But I immediately thought about the face!!

I like how it's changed👉👈 Here is the difference 2022/2024🐙🐙🐙

Does it seem to me that it has become more different because of the eyes???🤔

Many people, when they talk about my style, first of all mention the eyes hehe!!💕💕 So it's probably a good thing???🙃💗

But tbh, I don't really like the way I draw eyes, mainly because of the eyelashes. I'll try to practice it more

A lot of people praise me for being good at drawing expressions💖💝 Here 2023/2024

So can I probably say that I like the way I draw expressions? I'm proud of these🛐

In fact, I really try to draw them and I really like it💗❤️💕 Even when I was very young, I was praised🥰🥰🥰

And that's probably it. I realized that this only applies to the face, probably because it's the only thing I'm good at, LMAO🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I think I would draw much better if I became better at anatomy. There are a lot of things that I manage to draw really hard

I would like to draw better, much better😭

But I like my style, I like the way it looks. It looks like the kind of style that I like and want. I am inspired by many artists and with different styles and use each one to reunite it

But I don't think I draw well enough, I NEED TO STUDY A LOT, A LOT. For example, if I were invited to some kind of "comics" club or something like that, I would be really interested, but I would think that I am still far from this and I would be ashamed to show my comics, for example, as an EXAMPLE AHAHA🙃🙃🙃

Anyway, tysm for the question!!💗💖💕 The post turned out to be long, I hope I was able to satisfy you with the answer🛐🛐🛐

[gingersforeverbox]

Howdy Ginger! Hope you're doing well. I'd like to request some first kiss headcanons for the arcane characters, please? Who took initiative, the reader or the character? What was their reaction, etc. It's ok if you don't wanna do all the characters, but I'd especially love if you did Singed and Viktor please 👉👈 your writing is super cute btw

A/N: Howdy Lufugu! I'm doing pretty good, and I'm so happy that y'all are enjoying my work! Your compliment had me giggling like an idiot ngl☺️I hope you enjoy this one, I know I loved doing it, and don't be afraid to reach out!❤

Kith headcanons with Arcane characters (Singed and Viktor):

Singed:

You both had been coworkers and close friends for years before you both realized that you have romantic feelings for each other.

Your newly discovered feelings for one another were something neither of you had the guts to bring up in fear of ruining the balance of friendship if the other felt differently.

The brushing of hands as you passed flasks to each other left you with heat pooling on top of your cheeks, accompanied by a nervous chuckle before getting back to work.

After weeks of dancing around the bubbling feelings, Singed decided to take matters into his own slender hands.

You walked into the cave-turned lab and made a beeline to the shelf you stored your bag in, then grabbed your makeshift lab coat (which was just a regular coat that you kept in the lab at all times). After gathering your clipboard and files, you begin the daily diagnostics over the various experiments that needed maintenance without thinking much to your lab partner who was nowhere to be found.

A clearing of a throat draws your attention behind you as Singed begins to glide over to where you’re standing.“Good morning, y/n,” He begins. “How was your night?” He never makes small talk unless you visibly need a break or someone to talk with. This is odd behavior from him out of the blue.

“Fine, and you?”

He nods, mentioning something about relaxing before taking a step closer to you. You’re both impossibly close to one another, practically touching. You look from his dark eyes to his mouth, back to his eyes again.

Not needing any more social cues from you, he leans into you, leaving enough time for you to retreat, as he slowly places his lips on yours. The kiss is softer than you thought it would be, but you follow his lead with enthusiasm, turning the soft press of lips into a passionate mashing of mouths. You pull away for air sooner than you’d like, but air is, unfortunately, necessary for people. You have to stifle a laugh while looking at Singed’s blissed-out face.“I’ve wanted that for so long, you have no idea,” you lighty start.

“Oh my dearest, you’ve no idea yourself,” he sighs as you wrap your arms around his torso, gently swaying in the embrace. “I think I can hazard a guess,” you wink at him as you both pull away to move to your respective stools. “May I be so bold as to ask you to dinner, y/n? I am aware that I don’t make it a habit to leave the lab, but for you, I’d do so readily,” he offers with a small smile. “Of course, Singed. I would be delighted,” you reply, reaching for his hand next to you as you both finish your files in comfortable silence.

Viktor:

You and Viktor met at an art lecture during both of your freshmen years at Piltover’s academy. 

Sitting together in the booths, you could quickly tell that this man had better things on his mind than art, but the look on his face was one of mild curiosity.

You quietly pulled out a piece of paper and pen and began writing.

You slide the paper across the to the man next to you that read ‘You’re not here because you want to be, are you?’ He lets out a breath of air in what you assume is amusement at your comment. He takes his pen and messily yet beautifully scrawls out his response: ‘Is it that noticeable?’ it says as he passes the note back to you. You repeat the same noise that he made prior as you continue your silent conversation, asking questions galore. What are you studying? What is your goal in your major? Do you know how much longer this-

Your last question is interrupted with a loud clearing of a throat. “y/n and Viktor, would you like to take a stab at interpreting this piece? I truly insist.” The professor orders coldly. Before you can admit that you can’t, Viktor grabs his cane and pulls himself up from the booth before addressing the professor and class in one of the most insightful and elaborate descriptions of an apple you’ve ever heard.

“Very well Viktor. You may be seated,” The professor states as he eyes the brunet suspiciously before continuing his lecture. 

You let out a sigh of relief before congratulating the man who you now know is named Viktor. After the lecture is finally over, you decide to go out to lunch with your new friend, and the rest is history. History that leads to the present: You’re watching Viktor become increasingly excited as his newest invention is sputtering to life. 

“If the steam golem can make it longer than one minute, that means that the hydrogen core is stable,” He explains to you eagerly. You hold his arm as you glance down at the stopwatch in your hand. One minute can’t come fast enough for either of you as the steam bellows out of the pipe at the golem’s shoulder. 

The stopwatch beeps loudly at the minute marker, then the room explodes with noise.

Viktor shouts in victory “eureka”, his fist punching the air. He spins you to face him before cupping your face in his hands, his cane falling to the floor only to be ignored as he slams his lips on yours. Your eyes go wide before fluttering closed at the sensation, carding your fingers into his wild hair while pulling him closer to you. 

You both pull away for air before gazing into each other's eyes lovingly. “Why? How long have you known?” you ask quietly. “It is tradition to kiss someone when coming to a discovery,” he answers in an equally soft tone. “Also I’ve wanted to do that since you took me out to lunch that first day we met.” You look to him with a bit of shock at his response. 

“You mean to tell me that you’ve wanted to kiss me for three years and you’re only just now doing something about it?” you snicker together. “You didn’t do anything about it either, y/n,” he reminded through chuckles. As you both brace in the afterglow of both success and admittance of requited love, the door to the lab groans open. 

“Do I need to step in, Vik? I heard a eureka and we both know the rules of tradition,” Jayce yells from behind the door before waltzing in, then stopping in his tracks at the sight of the two of you. “Holy shit did you finally kiss them? Jeez, that took for-ev-er,” he says with a knowing smirk. 

“I should have known that you told Jayce about liking me,” you mumble to yourself as you hug Viktor to you. After a few moments of blissful embrace, your brows furrow in thought before looking between the two men. 

“Wait. Have you and Jayce kissed?” you question with a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

“Uhhhhhh… No comment,” Viktor offers while hugging you tighter. 

“The things we do in the name of science, y/n.” Jayce supplies as he walks out the door. You reach up to peck another kiss on Viktor’s lips before pulling away just as quick. “I’m never letting you live this down,” you tease.

“So long as you say you’ll be mine, you may tease all you wish malá láska.” Viktor hums.

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Prompt: Team Minato being the best battle trio maybe 👉👈 (ship or not idc)

so funny how i was like “yeah short prompt ideas thx!” and then wrote 3.7k words that are largely unedited <3

this also ended up being rin-centric on accident because i just wanted to develop her and succumbed to my one weakness: insane worldbuilding! so sorry i’ll draw and write soem more obkkrin to make up for it 😭😭

there’s implied ship in this but it’s not stated so that’s up for interpretation

Their teamwork wasn’t always impeccable.

Obviously, it couldn’t really have been considered teamwork before Kannabi and Rin’s near-death. They attempted improvements after Kannabi, but nearly fell apart after Rin’s sacrifice.

But, in the end, it all worked out. Should it have? Probably not. But it did, and they were all alive, and Minato never left them alone on missions anymore because they all saw the tremors that shook him after they returned from that plateau.

After that, they devoted all their time to working together. It wasn’t an easy process, because Kakashi was incredible at rejecting attempts at inclusion (he was the only constant at the two incidents, he said one night by the fire. Rin had thought that was it for their team until Obito had stared at Kakashi like he was stupid, causing him to finally look up. “So?” he said, scratching at his chin. “I don’t care.” Kakashi had tonelessly responded with, “You probably should,” and Obito had simply shrugged. “Prob’ly. Well I’ve never been that good at like.. caring for myself n’ stuff, so. There.” And if Obito was anything, it was brutally honest, and Kakashi knew as much. He didn’t reject their invitations as much after that, and Rin could only hope he was happier with them).

Obito was a social butterfly, so he had no problems making friends with either of them. His issues lied in regaining his coordination, with new body parts and Sharingan and all. So it was several months of not being able to come on missions while his teammates advanced ahead of him faster than he could keep up with. But Obito had always been determined right after brutally honest. He spent his down time on chakra control, growing his reserves, and studying chakra natures until he was back on his feet.

Rin’s issues for the longest time had been in feeling incredibly inferior. Once Obito had rejoined the team, practically a brand-new ninja, she had suffered a huge blow to her confidence. Kakashi worked so much better with Obito offensively, and she fell more to the sidelines.

It had taken her a while to accept that her strengths simply lied elsewhere. Where Obito was all explosive firepower and frightening brute strength, and Kakashi had a mind sharper than her most treasured kunai and the speed to match, she was their support. She could mend a six-inch gash in less than a minute, so long as they didn’t mind the scars. She could feed them chakra on the rare occasions they needed it, and off the battlefield, had listened to Obito’s venting more times than she could count. And she had learned to become content with this, because without her, they would fall apart.

Which is why she had no idea what to expect when facing her “true self” at the Waterfall of Truth.

Kushina had recounted facing the part of herself that resented the ninja world for destroying her home, nearly taking her husband’s team from him twice, and rejecting her as a kid simply for her hair color. The world was unfair, is what she’d said, and she had to accept that. It wasn’t easy, and of course she still struggled with it today, but she’d committed herself to making a change in the world to combat this.

Rin felt that she had a fairly true sense of herself, so she had no idea what to expect. Would it simply be her worst fear? It couldn’t be, because she’d know it was fake.

They stopped at the shore of the small pool, Obito and Kakashi each sending her a reassuring smile. She could do this, easy.

When she stepped into the spray of the water and settled on the small island, she didn’t expect the burst of chakra from ahead.

“You’re wasting your time.”

She gasped and looked up. Herself, but not.

“Kakashi and Obito are here to support you, but that’s not their role. They should be on the front lines. Konoha’s going to be destroyed by Kakuzu and Hidan should you stall here any longer.”

Kakuzu and Hidan, a strange pairing set on killing Minato and Kushina for their bounty. And Rin on some level, knew that Not-Rin was right. But all the same, “I’m not. I have to be here to learn how to work with Isobu so we can save Konoha.”

“You could just summon his powers to yourself,” not-her said, rolling her eyes. “Seriously. This is a waste of time.”

“It’s not. I can become stronger.”

“Stronger than the nine-tails? Who’s inevitably going to die because you all aren’t there?“

Less than a second later, Not-Her fist collided with her face and she was sent flying out into the water, Kakashi and Obito standing above her.

They fished her out while she groaned, cradling her nose and trying not to cry. “Sages,” she spat, scrubbing at her face once she was on steady feet.

“What happened?” Obito asked, a firm hand on her shoulder. She could feel his tension and anxiety, and wondered if maybe Not-Her was right. Maybe she should go back.

“I just…we need to go back,” she said, rubbing her eyes. “I mean, I can just like…draw on some of Isobu’s power. There’s no need for me to go through all this training, and by that time it’ll probably be too late and Konoha will be destroyed or something—“

A sharp pain shot up her foot and she yelped, turning and swinging at the culprit. Kakashi caught her fist of course, and looked her dead in the eye. “You’re not trusting yourself,” he said, releasing her hand and foot. “Or us. You need to do this, it’s probably the only way we can win.”

“But why when I can just draw on Isobu’s power?” she asked, jerking herself free from their grip. “It always works out fine that way!”

“Because we need a defensive player,” Kakashi explained calmly. “Kushina and the Kyuubi are offensive. So are all the jonin, and their defenses wouldn’t even stand a chance against Kakuzu.” Kakashi met her gaze evenly, as did Obito next to him, and said, “Trust me on this. Please.”

She studied them both warily, then shook herself and sighed. “Fine. I’ll try one more time,” she said, pushing past them.

“Trust yourself!” Obito called after her, and then they disappeared and she was met again with herself.

“Seriously?”

“Look, I’m not a genius strategist like Kakashi, so I don’t have any idea what he’s planning, but I’m going to put all my trust in him for this. And I’m going to trust myself to finish this process.”

“But—“

She held up a hand to silence her other self, frowning in disapproval. “Is this the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done? Yeah. I—I’m terrified of everybody dying because I took too long. But Kakashi seems to think that what I want to do won’t work, and he’s asking me to trust him, so I’m going to.” She sucked in a breath, hoping her other self could decipher the words out of the word vomit that had become the end of the sentence.

Her other self looked shocked, then shrank away. Sensing this was not a good outcome, Rin sucked in a breath and held out a hand. “I could…use some support with this, though. Together? As a whole?”

Her other self froze, then stepped forward. Hesitantly, she took her hand and said, “I’m sorry for punching you in the face.”

“It’s okay, I think I needed it,” she responded shakily, and the hand in hers disappeared and her teammates were in front of her again. They looked concerned, curious. That was quickly replaced with terror when she fell to her knees and hunched over the grass, a full-body shake wracking her body.

“I’m so fucking scared!” she whisper-yelled as soon as they were at her side, and sunk into Obito’s side where he was kneeled next to her. “I did it,” she reassured. “But I’m soooo terrified.“

“We all are,” Obito said, grabbing her hand. “But we’re determined, too. We’re gonna make it back in time.”

“Speaking of,” Kakashi said, picking anxiously at the metal plate on his glove. “Like, now.”

.:.

On the way back, Rin attempted contact with Isobu. To her surprise, it worked.

Little one, he rumbled.

I need your help, she thought back urgently as they leaped through the trees. My village is about to be destroyed.

And why should I help you humans?

Because we need it?

A strange feeling stirred in her gut, one that was familiar after recent events, and she laughed aloud.

Did you not see me just face the worst part of myself? I mean I know that whatever you’re feeling probably doesn’t compare to what I had going on, but still. I went through that for you. Is it fair to ask the same?

I’ve only been imprisoned and used by you humans. And I can’t help but be wary of that Uchiha boy.

Obito? Why?

I’m able to be controlled by Sharingan. Should things get dire, there’s a real possibility that you sacrifice yourself, he pulls me out, and I’m to do his bidding of dealing with whatever threat you’re dealing with.

Ouch, that bites. So Rin had nearly sacrificed herself once because of Isobu; that’s how he viewed her?

…fair enough.

Well chances are we won’t have to do that if you help us, she argued. Kakashi has a plan, and it involves me using your powers to defend everyone.

What would I gain from helping you?

They were nearing the village. I don’t have time to bargain.

Freedom. The want for freedom coursed through her veins and Rin shuddered, nearly losing her footing.

You want to be free? Silence. I’m not sure how much I can get you. But I’m willing to fight for you if you help me with this. And tell you what, Kushina probably is too.

Contemplating silence. Then, I will allow you some of my power so I may see what you plan to do with it.

I hope your judgement is well, Rin thought back, smoke and dust in view now.

.:.

They had wisely drawn Kakuzu away from the village and were now battling him out in a clearing of fallen trees. However Hidan was still a presence in the village, wreaking general havoc among the people.

Kakashi was quick to action, his tanto in hand as he dropped from the sky. An orange book fluttered into the air and Obito rolled his eyes as he teleported it to Kamui, turning both Sharingan to Rin.

“Are you ready?“

“I sure hope so,” she murmured, taking off after him. She worried for Kakashi, but trusted he could handle himself if he didn’t call them over.

Kakuzu had yet to take out any jonin, but they all stood exhausted and injured on the sidelines.

“Help them later,” Obito said, landing next to Asuma, who stood with his blades and a determined expression. “We’ve got it from here,” Obito said, and Asuma stepped back with a quiet, “Thank the Sages.”

Four creatures of swirling mass stood before Kakuzu, each with a mask painted a different color.

“Each one is one of his ‘hearts.’ They use a specific chakra nature according to their mask color; red is fire, purple is wind, yellow is lightning, and blue is water,” Asuma explained, patting Obito on the back. “Good luck.”

“Awesome,” Obito said, and ran forward. As a close range fighter, this should’ve been an easier battle for him. But the second he was in range, the hearts reared back and spit their respective natures at the ninja. He was first bathed in a blast of fire, expanded by the wind from the heart with the purple mask.

Without thinking, Rin slammed a hand to the ground, chakra sprinting towards Obito’s position. He crouched down, preparing a mud wall to block the fire, but stopped when the ground before him exploded and a wall of coral shielded him from the flames. The fire wrapped around the dome but didn’t touch Obito, and the coral was only let down when the fire ceased.

Isobu? Rin thought in awe, and sensed a nod from the beast inside.

Grinning, she stepped forward and analyzed the scene. Obito would be able to dodge any physical attacks with Kamui should it come to it, but sparing use of that would be best. Since Rin’s natural water affinity was now boosted by Isobu, she could probably take down the fire mask. At least.

“I’ll work on the wind mask,” Obito called to her, then attacked it head-on, forcing its focus away from Rin.

Rin faced the fire mask, which seemed to vibrate in place with energy. As soon as she shifted her stance, it readied a fireball, throwing its head back.

This is your chance! Isobu yelled at her, and sent the same coral-creating chakra down her pathways. When she slammed her hand to the ground, coral once again exploded into the air, but this time in the form of vines that wove their way around the form of the creature; not touching, however. As soon as it faced Rin to release the jutsu, the coral vines tightened to a crushing hold, one speeding from its neck to the mask and breaking it clean in two.

The form melted away with a withering screech, and the coral retreated.

Now she had Kakuzu’s attention. The man directed his other two natures at her and she froze, unused to direct conflict. How was she going to beat them? The lightning mask was far too fast for her coral to catch, and she wouldn’t be able to touch the water nature with the former still alive.

Don’t touch the water nature’s jutsu unless you want to get electrocuted, Isobu said to her as she dodged a spray of water. Then, she noticed one of the lightning nature’s hands on the side of the water’s. She grimaced; this was going to be an issue, if it was feeding the other chakra like Isobu had said.

So she needed to separate them, then. She could try that.

She formed a few quick signs, then clapped her hands together, releasing a gust of wind that blew both natures back a few feet. They were no longer touching, which meant she could take damage from them individually should she need to.

Behind the natures, she saw a mud wall go up, then a burst of wild flame. She could only hope that was Obito’s doing, because just that brief moment of distraction had lost her one too many important seconds.

The lightning bolt struck true, and she cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground. Isobu hurt inside of her as well, and for a moment, she felt the doubt of herself creep in.

She’d helped, but by how much? Would Konoha be able to make it out of this? Minato and Kushina?

Water! Isobu groaned inside of her. His thoughts pointed towards the water mask urgently.

Well, that didn’t make sense. What would water do to a water nature?

Still, she had no better ideas. So, she drew on some of Isobu’s gifted chakra, formed a single staggering hand sign to channel the chakra, then directed it at the water mask.

It was turned away, focused on Obito while Rin was immobilized, so it didn’t see the blast coming. It was hit, then suddenly it was being electrocuted as well, screeching out in pain as it writhed in place.

“Obito!” she yelled out, and her teammate appeared in the air above the nature, striking a kunai into the mask. The mask of the lightning nature broke simultaneously from the same treatment, a kunai dropped from somewhere in the sky, and she collapsed, still seizing and breathing hard.

But now Kakuzu was their enemy, and she couldn’t leave Obito to face him alone. She forced herself up, wincing at her muscles’ protest, before she was forced back down by a gentle hand.

“Heal yourself first,” Kakashi instructed. He ran over to Obito, some invisible message being . He was missing his flak jacket and headband, she noticed, but was otherwise uninjured.

She did as told, laying back and channeling her own chakra throughout herself to help her muscles recoup. As she did, she observed Kakuzu’s power; a strong earth affinity, and insane physical prowess. He was just as fast as Kakashi and could easily keep up and even overpower Obito’s brute strength. They were evenly matched as it stood.

Until Obito’s punch was caught not by Kakuzu’s hand, but by several thick wires that split from Kakuzu’s body. Obito tried to jerk his hand away but it was no use. The wires flung Obito away, into the trees surrounding the clearing. Kakashi cursed and dodged away, but the wires only kept following.

Now was her chance to intervene, Isobu urged. Right. She mentally reinforced her belief in herself before she body flickered in front of Kakashi, drawing on a new power which she questioned briefly to Obito.

You want to fight for your team, was all Isobu said. Rin raised her hands and the wires were deflected by the hardened shell that materialized on her arms.

“Yo, Rin,” Kakashi said, somewhat concerned and…awed?

She looked behind her, curious as to what he was talking about, only to find herself covered in a white cloak that split into three different “tails.”

“Oh,” she said, then grinned. “Sick. Thanks, Isobu. I’m gonna negotiate like hell for your freedom when we win this.”

Approval radiated from within her and she reached back to help Kakashi to his feet.

“I’m not sure how to defeat him now,” her teammate admitted, brushing his clothes off. “But he definitely controls them. We’d have to like…incinerate him, or something equivalent.”

Destroy him on a molecular level, Isobu said. I might have something that can help with that, but it can’t be used around so many people without hurting them too.

“We need to draw him away,” Rin said, just as Obito reappeared next to her, unharmed. “Or can we get the other jonin away?”

“On it,” Obito said, already flashing signs at Genma, who began directing people away.

While he worked on Kamui-ing people away, Rin and Kakashi defended them from Kakuzu’s constant onslaught of attacks. Their defense was certainly something, consisting of Kakashi body flickering the two of them from place to place while Rin blocked the wires with her new chakra.

“Clear!” Obito shouted from behind them. Isobu immediately began channeling chakra towards Rin’s fist, inwardly urging her to attack Kakuzu.

Punch him as hard as you can, he rumbled, and Rin grinned, deflecting one last blow before she removed herself from Kakashi and sprinted forward. The chakra materialized in the form of a massive clawed fist, in similar shape to Isobu’s. “Oh, sick,” she muttered before leaping into the air, tucking her legs to avoid the grip of wires, then angling herself to strike Kakuzu down.

He staggered, unbalanced, and chakra exploded from Rin’s core. She landed, letting it flow, watching as Kakuzu suddenly jerked and shouted. The wires seized and fell from their position, flopping uselessly to the ground.

Shockwaves, Isobu said. Or, some form of them. These are concentrated enough that it should hurt.

“Smart,” Rin murmured, turning away. Kakashi and Obito had disappeared, likely to Kamui, and she could see why. The dirt rippled and shook with the force of the power, and even the trees on the opposite side of the clearing creaked and groaned.

After a few minutes, Kakuzu fell. To be safe, Rin knelt down and checked his inner bodily functions to make sure they really had all stopped, relieved and a little disturbed to find that all the chakra pathways had been severed.

Obito and Kakashi reappeared next to her, Kakashi looking a little more worse for wear than before.

“What happened?” she asked, concerned and pressing green hands to his chest and head to check for irregularities.

“Some asshole was too slow to catch me before your jutsu went off,” Kakashi grumbled, hugging his middle. “I only got hit for a few seconds, though, so I’m fine. Just dizzy.”

Obito stiffened when Rin turned a harsh glare on him, raising his hands placatingly.

“Well I’m just glad you’re both okay,” Rin finally sighed, then turned to Kakashi. “How did you end up defeating Hidan?”

“Shikaku helped me with that,” Kakashi said. “He’s immortal, but can’t do much when he’s chopped into little bits.” He shrugged, and Rin huffed a small laugh.

“Right. Well, I have to negotiate a certain Tailed Beast’s freedom with Minato, and probably go help out in the hospital afterwards. I better see you there, Kakashi.”

“Maa…”

.:.

“I’m perfectly fine with Isobu being freed so long as he poses no danger to us,” Minato said, “but is there any way we can form some sort of alliance? It would be really helpful to have him around when needed.”

I wouldn’t mind that, Isobu said. But only in serious situations like today. I don’t want to be called on whenever I could/ be used.

“Oh, of course. Me and Minato will be the only ones able to call on you,” she explained. “You won’t have to worry about that. And you can still refuse, but uh…I’d rather it not come to that.”

“Then it sounds like we’ve come to an agreement?” Minato asked hopefully.

“I think so,” Rin agreed, smiling at the approval from Isobu. “I’ll release him so he can return to his dimension outside of the village. Thanks, Minato.”

The Hokage nodded in return and she walked out.

Out on the plateau where she’d first experienced Isobu’s power, she released him. He nodded his thanks before disappearing into his own dimension, leaving the plateau empty once more.

She didn’t see Kakashi in the hospital, unfortunately, but all that meant was she had to march over to his house after healing everybody else and help him there. Obito was already there, in the middle of replacing a warm towel for Kakashi’s head, the warm scent of his family’s cooking wafting through the house.

“I can’t believe you made me come all the way here,” she grumbled with no real malice, taking the towel from Obito so he could return to the kitchen.

“Maa, maybe I did it because I wanted you here,” Kakashi replied, throwing an arm over his eyes.

Rin huffed a laugh and began her search for what needed to be regulated. “Yuck, you really are wiped out, getting all mushy like that.”

.:.

some worldbuilding notes:

ninjas probably generate pure water when using jutsu, unless they’re using prexisting water. pure water does not conduct electricity. but i think that an experienced ninja with an earth and water affinity could create water w minerals and stuff so that it does conduct electricity.

kakuzu’s water heart probably collects and stores prexisting water for battles where it needs to team up with the lightning nature.

with isobu’s chakra, rin probably generates salt water over pure water, which is why she was able to electrocute the water nature.

ummmm yes i’ll be drawing rin in the cloak dw i love her she’s best

[cloudystevie]

Are you taking requests?🥺👉👈.. if yes then can I request little reader's first time with daddy dom Ransom?❤️❤️ Ily and you write so great!😗🌸❤️

thank u babe! ily2

warnings: dd/lg, first time sex, oral f receiving, praise, minor breathplay, aftercare scene

ransom wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and safe with him before you two tried anything while you were in little space

so after much convincing from you he finally agreed, making you squeal happily

you were looking up at him with doe eyes as he ran his thumb on the underside of your jaw and feathering over your cheekbone

“you gonna be my good girl?” 

you nodded your head frantically, your body practically vibrating with excitement, but ransom tutted at you

“use your words little girl, i don’t wanna ask again.”

his stern tone made you clench and your eyes flutter shut as he shoved his thumb between your parted lips

“i’m gonna be your good girl daddy. i promise.” your words came out a little garbled making ransom’s cock twitch in his tight jeans

he smiled, gently pushing you onto the massive bed before crawling on top of your squirming form

“daddy wants to make you feel good, but you have to stay still for that. so stop moving.”

you whimpered, stilling yourself and revelling in the pleased hum that leaves ransom’s chest

“i’m gonna be gentle okay? you tell daddy what you like and don’t like baby”

his hands moved down your body, as he took your shirt off you

you hissed when the cool air fanned over your nipples, already hardening a little bit

ransom leaned down and sucked one into his mouth and playing with your other tit in his hand

you arched your back off the bed, breathing out a curse as he toyed with your sensitive nipples

he smirked as he turned to give the same treatment to your other tit, quiet moans falling past your lips

“daddy” you breathed

“i’m here little girl, i got you.”

he moved down your body, pressing wet kisses in a line down your tummy making you giggle and he smiled at the sweet sound

he thumbed at your wet cunt through the thin material of your panties, looking up at you for any sense of discomfort or pain but all he saw was pure need

“tell daddy what you want sugar.”

he was so close to where you needed him, but still such a tease

“you-your mouth daddy please?”

he hummed in response, tugging your panties off and trailing his smooth hands up your soft thighs reassuringly

he inhaled your scent, eyes shutting as he hoped to imprint it into his mind forever, mouth watering

he nudged your clit with his nose, watching your reaction intently and he was more than pleased with what he saw

“daddy please!” 

he huffed out a laugh, making you shiver

his expression changed to one much darker and he flattened his tongue, leaning in and licking a broad stripe up the length of your dripping pussy

you preened, back arching off the bed and nimble fingers tugging at his styled brunet hair

he groaned at the slight pain grinding his hips into the mattress

he kept at it like that, drawing an orgasm from you with his mouth until your hole was quivering and begging to be stuffed

he pumped one thick digit inside of you, sucking and lapping at your clit, and once you got comfortable with the stretch of one, he added in another

“daddy i’m gonna cum again!”

he pumped his fingers faster adding in a third and he used his free thumb to rub circles on your clit

you felt your toes curl and a burn in your stomach as you practically screamed out your release

“there we go, good girl.”

once your high had subsided to miniscule jolts of your legs you looked up at ransom with innocent eyes

“can i have your cock now daddy? pretty please?”

he twitched in his tight boxers at your tone, need overtaking his senses

“i got you sugar, i got you”

he stripped himself completely, unable to help the cock smirk that etched onto his face when your lidded eyes zeroed in on his length

he pressed kisses to the stretchmarks littering your inner thighs and stomach, while he pumped himself

“daddy ‘s not gonna fit.” you huffed and your bottom lip jutting out in a pout

“daddy’ll make it fit. you just sit here and look pretty taking my cock.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, intertwining your fingers in his and pushing them into the bed simultaneously pushing into you

it took a while before he was bottomed out inside of you, he wanted you to control the pace so he waited for your cues to continue

“you can move now daddy.”

ransom groaned as he began thrusting into you slowly, still not wanting to hurt you

you began bucking your hips up to meet his, and he took that as his cue to begin rutting into you with more force, now actively seeking your pleasure

your mouth dropped open in a silent moan and your eyes rolled back into your head making ransom growl as he wrapped his fingers around your throat just enough to make you clench around his cock and whimper

“you wanna cum? you don’t take your fucking eyes off me then sugar”

you whined, opening your eyes to meet his ocean blue turned midnight sky orbs

the intense intimacy of the situation sent you over the edge and crying out your release, digging your fingers into the expensive bed sheets

“good girl, so pretty when you cum on my cock. daddy’s gonna cum. you want it?”

you nodded your head, clenching around him and begging for him to cum

“please cum inside me daddy, i wanna feel you so bad.”

his head dropped to the crook in your shoulder, biting down on the skin as he filled you up with his warm seed, pretty moans falling past his lips

he slowly fucked into you, riding out his mind blowing high

“such a good pussy, taking me so well.”

you whimpered out at the loss of contact when he pulled out of you, his cum seeping onto your thigh and he watched eagerly

he got up to grab a washcloth and some water but you whined, alarming him and he instantly snapped his neck to yours

“don’t leave daddy”

ransom smiled softly at how blissed your voice was, legs still twitching from the many orgasms he gave you

he walked over to you, running his knuckles over your cheekbones, “daddy isn’t leaving baby, just wanna get you cleaned up.”

you shook your head no, holding your arms out for him to pick you up and he chuckled, sweeping you up in his arms

you sighed contently, nestling into his broad chest and relaxing from his body heat melting into yours

“can we have a bath daddy? pretty please?”

and ransom playfully rolled his eyes, but smiling at how you sleepily blinked up at him and he gave your nose a little peck

“but you can’t use up all the bubbles like last time little girl.”

you giggled, and nodded your head 

(you ended up using all the bubbles anyways)

[cookinary]

uhhh huh can u share some MFP headcanons? 👉👈 idk really if u did it before but 🤲

(Originally, I wanted to make a doodle for all my headcanons, but I’m not in the best place mentally to draw all of them because there is a LOT of them. So enjoy my reference sheet for Pedro/Vigilante and some sketches! The rest will be written so be aware: THIS IS A LONG POST!)

And an obvious SPOILER ALERT if you haven’t played the game!

Headcanons for Vigilante:

Vigilante’s name is Pedro

He was 19 at the time of the Incident, and is 24 at the time of the game

Trans and aroace

Selective mute but he can talk more freely with his siblings, and he knows sign language

Started to see Pedro the banana after he received an entire crate of banana on the head when he was a kid

Has sick cooking skills

Wanted to be a chef or a cook, but he wasn’t born in the right family for that, so now he does Ophelia’s dirty work (not by choice)

He is a vegetarian (he walked in on Mitch slicing up someone for dinner and just noped the fuck out; he can't look at any kind of meat anymore without feeling sick)

He is a cat whisperer (can seemingly understand and talk with cats)

He learned parkour to get the farthest away from Ophelia (mostly self-taught, that lead to an occasional broken arm)

He needs glasses to read but usually doesn’t wear them until he needs them

Took ballet classes after losing a bet, and ended up loving it so much that he kept going

He sometimes wears a dress because it makes him feel fancy

When he REALLY doesn’t want to speak to anybody, he just... unties his hair and covers his face with it. It’s a clear enough message

After the Incident, he vanished

The last anyone saw of him was him slamming the door of his room, he never went back out

He snuck out the window and didn’t look back

He changed hairstyle when he ran away

He stayed away for 5 years until he heard another horrible story about his family that made him take action

He wiped out his memory by shoving a banana in his left ear (hence the blood)

Overall, he’s just a lovable crackhead who’s had enough

Headcanons for Ophelia:

She was 22 at the time of the Incident and 27 at the time of the game

She regularly used her brother as target practice

Even though she and Pedro barely got along, they still had their sweet siblings moments

She will never admit it, but she's been worried sick ever since he disappeared

Headcanons for Denny:

Ain’t got much to say about him (YET)

He was 16 at the time of the Incident and is 21 at the time of the game

He and Pedro were very close because Pedro was left to raise him alone after their mother's death (Mitch and Ophelia barely lifted a finger to help)

He is a coward but is a surprisingly good boss, all the bounty hunters under his command appreciate him

Headcanons for the family in general:

Mitch beat up the siblings regularly

Rose is the name of the siblings’ mother (based on the first song of the OST Requiem for Rose)

Pedro was the closest to her

Rose was killed by Mitch when he beat her up an umpteenth time

Repeat after me: MITCH IS A BITCH

Pedro suffered a lot from Rose’s death and often visits her grave

What is the Incident?

The Incident was a job on which all three siblings were involved

Mitch sent them to get rid of a rival gang causing problems to his weapon trafficking

Once at the gang’s place, Pedro just sighed and asked “Alright, who are we killing?”

Ophelia simply answered “Everyone.” before she and Denny burst in and started to kill effectively EVERYONE

Including innocent kids and people who had nothing to do with the gang’s business

Pedro could only stand there, horrorstruck

Until a kid ran up to him and begged for help

And Ophelia calmly said “Oops, missed one.” before cold-bloodedly shooting the kid at close range

And that was too much for Pedro

When they got back home, Pedro let out everything he had been holding back for years

Ophelia pointed out that he, too, had killed numerous people and they were probably innocent people in the bunch

And that was the last straw

Pedro simply went in his room and slammed the door behind him before sneaking out the window (cf above)

Miscellaneous headcanons:

In-game, the banana is the embodiment of Pedro’s old/true personality

Post-game, the banana is replaced by a version of Pedro without his jacket and whose eyes are constantly hidden by a dark mist

Only Pedro can see him

After the game story, Pedro settled in an apartment in a different city and lives off assassination job

The multiverse mess (with all my AUs) canonically happened but that’s another story