#i really enjoy drawing them in a silly loose way... even if there's not much to it other than them existing on the canvas

[crescentfool]

happy mochizuki monday!!!

[fckeddiemunson]

Wrestle | Elwood Dalton

Summary: Dalton teaches you how to wrestle on the beach

Note: This isn't exactly how I pictured it in my head and I couldn't get it right - it also took me ages to write because I wasnt happy with it and I still dont think its my best work but please enjoy😊

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, creampie, public sex, unprotected sex, MAYBE ooc Dalton a little

From the day Elwood Dalton showed up in Glass Key, you were intrigued. You had never heard that name before but from the minute he stepped foot in the Road House, rumours begun simmering. Being a bartender meant you were near Dalton at most times when it was a quieter night. You watched him mostly from afar at first. Serving him coffee with only a shy smile shared between the two of you. Billy had told you that he used to be a fighter, one of the best. A local patron had told you he was disgraced from the sport for killing a guy. Another time you heard he was unhinged, really got some few screws loose, especially if you got on his bad side. Sure, he stopped all the bar fights from breaking out, but you couldn’t believe that he was insane.

He had started teaching Billy and the other guys how to fight and wrestle, so when he was gone, the Road House would be alright against fights that needed to be broken up. You had been eagerly watching them from a distance each morning before open, pretending to read but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

You had asked Billy if he would teach you how to wrestle once Dalton was gone, you were too nervous to ask him yourself. You barely got the chance to talk to him, most nights were busy in the bar, and he was rather occupied with stopping fights. Your stolen glances were no stranger to him, he had often caught you staring, and it made you even more nervous to ask him to teach you to wrestle.

You had your back turned, leaning up against a pole as you dried cutlery. It was a quiet night and you were filling your shift with menial tasks. Dalton had crept up behind you, his breath fanning your ear, “Slow night, huh?”. You jumped, back colliding with his front and dropping the fork you were drying.

“You gave me a fright.” You mumbled, bending down to grab the fork and turning to look at him. He had a silly little smirk on his face, stepping back a little seeing you tense with him so close.

“Sorry honey, just trying to amuse myself. Theres not much else going on right now.”

“There must be more interesting things than scaring me.” You huffed but it turned into a grin when you met his eyes.

“Not really, you’re kind of the only interesting one here.” You blushed; despite knowing he didn’t mean it.

“Nah, you broke someone’s arm your first day. It’s hard to top that.” He shrugged and laughed; his big toothy grin was intoxicating to look at.

“So, you want to learn how to wrestle?” Dalton asked you, now leaning against the same pole as you, his crossed arms brushing against yours.

“Oh. Yeah, I do for self-defense if I needed it. I was just going to get Billy to teach me.” You rubbed your arms sheepishly.

“Yeah, he told me. He thinks it’d be better if I taught you.” You were going to kill Billy. There was no way you’d be able to cope having Dalton teach you how to wrestle.

“Umm, I mean if you’re sure you have the time.” Drawing out the ‘umm’ you felt his eyes piercing into you.

“Of course. Meet me outside my boat tomorrow at dawn. And don’t wear any loose clothing, don’t want anything your opponent can pull on.” You nodded as he walked away, secretly excited.

*

The next morning you stood outside his boat, waiting. It was quiet, only the soft sound of the waves sloshing filling the peace. Listening to Daltons advice, you had turned up in a sports bra and tiny little shorts. The door of the boat slammed open, Dalton stood there shirtless, also only in little shorts. Trying to tear your eyes away from his bare chest proved difficult and you could feel his eyes watching yours. A blush formed on your cheeks as you waved a hello to him.

“Alright so I’m going to basically tackle you first and show you where to put your hands and then you’re going to attempt to wrestle me down.” You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat with him coming so close.

“The easiest way to get somebody to the ground is a leg takedown. You basically grab onto one leg and throw yourself to the ground.” Dalton knelt down beside you, patting your thigh.

“I’ll do it real slow ok, honey?” You breathed out a sigh as Dalton stood up and took a step back.

“Ok so you’re going to dive at me, latch onto my leg, like this.” Daltons strong arms wrapped around your thigh and lurched forward. Your head landed on the sand, a dull throb travelled down your stomach as Dalton landed, half his body on yours, his arms still draped over your thigh.

“Oh well you made that look easy. Billy said you go super hard on him.” You pushed yourself up, readying yourself for another go.

“I can’t go too hard on you sweetheart, you’d break.” Dalton hovered over you, his voice sounding amused.

“Are you and Billy seeing each other?” You perked up at the question, a curious look in his eye.

“No, I’m not, just mates.” You narrowed your eyes up at him, but he shrugged, stepping back to show you another move.

“Okay, I want you to try that move on me.” He chuckled, seeing the look of hesitancy across your face. You readied yourself, crouching down and putting your hands out in front of you. Giving yourself a little runup you grabbed his leg and tackled him to the ground. You landed with a soft ‘oof’, arms like an iron grip on his thigh. He lifted his leg up, your grip faltered, you landed on his abs, leg thrown over the thigh you were gripping.

A playful smirk delighted his lips as you placed your hands on his chest, pushing yourself up, sitting on his thigh. You smiled, excited to have put him on the ground.

“See, you can go rougher with me.” You cheekily retorted to him, sticking out your tongue. Dalton’s eyes rolled, suddenly thrusting his hips upward, in one maneuver, throwing you off and pinning you to the ground, your hands above your head and his leg snug between yours, keeping you in place.

You gasped and struggled in his grasp, his knee nudging the softest parts of your thighs.

“See you’re fucked if someone gets you in this position. Go on, get out of it.” Dalton was speaking but your head was empty. You couldn’t focus on anything besides the feeling of him against your body. You were scared to move in case you accidentally grinded yourself on his leg. Dalton searched your eyes, trying to see if you heard him or not. He noticed the way your breath tightened and the way your stomach muscles clenched with him so close.

“Unless this is something you like? Being pinned down like this.” Dalton’s knee inched further up and you dug your heels in the sand, an overwhelming sense of embarrassment settling upon you. You thrusted back, throwing him off balance and kicking your leg over, kneeing him in the side. You lurched up, now pinning him to the ground, straddling him and holding one wrist each in your hands. His face inches from yours, he was letting you pin him there.

“Maybe you’re the one who likes to be pinned down?” Your voice was breathy and heavy, feeling Daltons eyes fixed on your chest you coughed, his eyes flung up to meet yours. For once it was him being caught staring and not you. In a rush of confidence, or madness, you let his wrist go and let your fingers run through his hair. A moment passed; you could feel your heartbeat in your chest thumping loudly. Daltons free hand slid up yours and pulled you down by your neck, your noses now bumping each other. Daltons other hand broke free of your grasp, cupping your face. His lips connected with yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer to him. He pulled a strangled sound from you feeling his hips roll against yours. A delicious feeling began to spread as you kissed him again, he nibbled at your bottom lip, his hands settling on your hips, kneading and squeezing. The lust in your eyes was palpable when you looked at him again, he couldn’t stop smirking at you. You grasped his hair, his teeth grazing at your neck, making his way down your sternum, to your stomach, nipping and sucking as he went. His fingers hooked delicately under your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them down the beach. The cool sand hit your butt, and you gasped, rolling your hips upwards. Dalton placed a kiss on your hip bone, sending chills through your body. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you closer and nuzzled his face in your thighs.

“Are you sure you want to do this right here in the open?” your face flushed at the prospect; his eyes met yours from between your thighs.

“We’re secluded here, nobody can see us.” You nodded and moaned, feeling him move your underwear to the side and pressing a hot kiss to your exposed cunt. His grip tightened on your thighs, licking a wet stripe into your pussy. You fisted the sand, a string of breathy moans leaving your mouth as he continued licking and sucking, sending shockwaves through you. You could feel yourself practically dripping onto the sand for him. Daltons eyes met yours as his middle and ring finger slipping inside you, immediately tugging upwards. Dalton groaned against you once he felt how wet you were for him, his hard crotch, grinding against the sand.

“You’re so wet.” Dalton whispered, his fingers picking up the pace, your heels dug in the ground, trying to bring yourself back to earth, you felt like you might float away.

“I need you, please.” You rolled your hips again, shuddering underneath the pleasure he was giving you. Dalton held you flush against him as he kissed back up your stomach, his hand brushed over your hardened nipple in your sports bra and pinched. You keened against him, nudging him up towards your mouth with your knees. He kissed you eagerly, right hand still kneading your boob and the other gripping firmly on your thigh, spreading you for him.

“You know I wanted to take you out to dinner, or lunch – anything. Thought you’d say no though, you’ve been a quiet little mouse. But now look at you, all spread out waiting for my cock.” Dalton slid your underwear to the side, leaving your pussy exposed as he pulled down his shorts. His fat cock slapped against your clit and you mewled at the feeling.

“I would have said yes if you asked me.” You whispered, feeling your cheeks warm, barely looking into his eyes. Dalton ran the tip of his dick over your wet pussy and chuckled.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re mine now.” He grinned but it fell away as he pushed his cock into you. You breathed heavily when he bottomed out, the pinch and stretch overwhelming.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll go real slow.” He smirked, mimicking his line from earlier. Dalton pulled out slightly and pushed back in agonizingly slowly. You let out a low quiet moan, adjusting to the feeling. Dalton hugged your thighs and lifted your legs up flush with his chest. His slow thrusts deepened at the new angle, his cock perfectly hitting that soft spot inside of you. All you could do was close your eyes and roll with his deep rhythm. He wrapped his arms around both your legs, his pace quickening. Your little moans turned loud breathless as his hips pounded into you. He wrapped his hands around your legs, completely locking you to his chest and raising your ass off the sand in the process. You all but dangled there as he hit the same deep spot in you over and over again. A warm flame was forming in your stomach, an explosion threatening to burst at any moment. Daltons pace did not relent and you moaned, grabbing fistfults of sand again, needing something to grab onto.

“I can feel you getting closer, honey.” His molten voice filled your ears and you nodded, too flushed and fucked out to speak.  Dalton’s pace slowed, his hips now rolling deep and slow against yours as he released your legs and pushed them against your chest. His thumb lazily stroked your clit, his thrusts doing most of the work moving you back and forth over it. You came suddenly with a gasp, waves of pleasure rolling through you. You tried to smack Dalton’s hand away, but he kept stroking your clit, turning your moans to breathless pleas as he fucked you into overstimulation.

“Where can I finish?” Daltons groans were louder now, his pace rapid and erratic as he neared his end.

“Inside me.” You whined and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him to your chest. His moans muffled in your neck as he came, hips stilling in a final thrust, pushing himself all the way in. He pulled out, watching as his seed spilled out of you and grinned.

“Would you like to have breakfast with me?”

[sorencd]

ART CLASS

pairing: neil perry x shy!f!reader

summary: you and neil talk about how you two acted around each other before you started dating.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i lovr neil so much imghrhgfhr

"remember that one time you tried giving me chocolates on valentine's day?" neil said as he looked up from where he laid, his head was on your lap as you fiddled with his soft brown locks.

you two were under a tree, just enjoying each other's company. you were reading him a book before he suddenly brought up the memory of valentine's day.

"what? i gave you chocolates even back then?" you responded as you raised your eyebrows. you don't recall giving him anything before you two became a thing. you were too shy to even come close to him on your own accord, you needed your friends to force you to even be able to talk to him and whenever he gets into close proximity with you, you'd run away with red-tinted cheeks.

"yeah," he smiled fondly, remembering the memory with a lovesick grin on his face. "you almost tripped on your way back after you gave me the chocolates because of how fast you ran away." neil laughed─ his eyes crinkling and his hair turning into a light brown hue as the sun's rays that peaked from the leaves above shined onto the two of you.

your face flushed a crimson red as you finally recalled the moment, it was so long ago. you made your brain suppress the memory of you humiliating yourself and buried it in the back of your head but alas, your boyfriend made you recollect the whole thing. you didn't think he'd still remember that. you covered your face in embarrassment and groaned as neil's laughter got louder.

"i-i was scared of how you'd react!" you reasoned as a smile made its way to your lips when you looked at him, "you didn't have to remind me of that!"

"oh, i did have to remind you that. i couldn't forget about it, you looked really cute while handing it to me." he hollered. "you were as red as a strawberry!"

"at least i didn't fall off a tree when i was reading a poem." you said with a small smirk. "oh, the moon that shined brightly on my darkest days.." you teased as you repeated words from the poem he wrote and read to you when he first asked you out on a date. you could still remember him suddenly appearing on the tree branch that was by your window with that signature smile of his.

the laughter came to an abrupt end and it was neil's turn to be embarrassed. "i could still feel the pain from when i fell down."

you laughed, "or how about that time we bumped our heads when we first tried kissing?"

"i still remember the look on your face, love. you looked like you were about to explode." neil chuckled as he reached up to push back a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "i still have the drawing you gave me that day."

"you do?"

"yeah. i keep every single one of them."

you blushed red at neil's confession. you knew he kept the silly drawings you gave him. but you didn't think he kept all of them.

"i kept all of your poems, too. i have them all neatly compiled by date in my drawer."

you looked down again to see neil who was already looking at you, his eyes filled with affection and adoration. his already wide smile grew even wider when you made eye contact with him for the umpteenth time.

"i always read them, you know." you continued, "i read them every time i wake up, every night before bed, every after shower, i like them a lot!"

"i like you a lot." neil admitted with the softest expression on his features, he sat up and gently cupped the back of your neck to give you a kiss laced with love and fondness. your face which was already impossibly red grew to an even darker shade as you two stared at each other, love struck.

at that moment─ all the troubles in the world faded away into obscurity. the pressures and unfairness of life dissipating, leaving only you and neil alone. you hoped it'll stay this way, hoped that no one would take away the happiness and that feeling of content he gave you. hoped that neil would always stay by your side.

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

You write unhinged Leo so well, and I really like how you write him. I was wondering if you had tips on unhinged characters 😂, or do you just get inspro from existing characters 👀

aksdakjsdh thank you so much ;w;

And honestly???? I’m not totally sure how to give tips— but I love, love, love unhinged characters in media, so I’ll use them as examples

(long rant below lol)

I’ve always been a big fan of silly, ‘crazy’ characters in animated movies and cartoons. I grew up on Batman the Animated Series and the original Teen Titans, which were full of silly, fun tragic characters.

Don’t get me wrong, i love a good edge-lord— but as a tot i thought the colorful, theatrical, insane bad guys were more fun to watch than the big scary serious ones (ESPECIALLY if they had a good villain song. A+ good shit)

(From left to right: Ratigan from Great Mouse Detective, Joker from Batman the Animated Series, Mumbo Jumbo from Teen Titans, Martin from Secret of Nimh 2, Bill Cypher from Gravity Falls, and Spinel from the Steven Universe movie)

And not just bad guys!! There are a ton of unhinged good/neutral characters that i absolutely adore.

(From left to right: King Bumi from ATLA, Clara from Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun, and, of course, our silly 2018 turtle boys)

((There are many more characters in both categories, but I’ll slide these examples in here for now))

My personal brand of “Unhinged” or “Crazy” characters definitely leans on comedy. That’s what i enjoy seeing and reading! I personally like it because it can help keep a story fresh and interesting. There’s an element of surprise and unpredictability with what a character might do, and i love that!!

I also really enjoy a touch of feral behavior in my unhinged characters. The lack of clarity and the danger that imposes can be a very fun tool to use, no matter the character’s moral compass. (I’m feral for feral behavior lol)

And impulses. Whether a character has a few screws loose or is generally a goober, they like to act on impulses. This often goes hand-in-hand with comedy, and that’s something I enjoy!! We get a lot of moments like that in Rise, and that was one of my favorite parts of that TMNT iteration.

But as far as writing goes, it’s been tricky for me. All of the characters I grew up or love have been visual— trying to find a good balance for reading has been a puzzle I’ve been figuring out as I go.

I read a lot manga (lol nerd) and comics, and I love how thoughts/dialog are depicted. Especially the really dramatic or impactful moments. (I’d add examples but I’m already at the Tumblr image limit LAME)

As strange as it sounds, I try to capture that “impactful visual” style in my writing. If I had ANY advice on writing unhinged characters, pay attention to pacing—

Short. Fast. A calculating thought. Perhaps a run on sentence that lacks punctuation to represent the rushing and disorganized thought process. A question? An answer with little thought. Is this moment amusing; describe how. Is it upsetting; describe how. Are the thoughts starting to scatter? M aybe s o…

Big moment statement.

Action or plan of next big move. Flow should never seem too uniform. Even in normal writing. Don’t be afraid of accentuating— but don’t overdo it. Remember, unhinged characters are impulsive. Have fun with that.

Just as a quick and dirty summary— when it comes to unhinged characters, I like to use comedy, feral behavior, and acting on impulses. I also like to keep it as visually appealing as possible for characters to give the eyes a little treat after reading walls of text. I like to use fun text formatting to help with the fun too (But don’t overdo it! Don’t make it feel like a chore to read) (<- says the girl who goes into way too much details sometimes lmao whoops)

But ultimately— have FUN!!! Unhinged characters are fun, so make sure you have fun writing/drawing/creating them!!

[naomijoestar]

Could you do HCs of Narancia being a stay-at-home Dad? He didn't graduate school so I can fully imagine him as a Housewife. (Househusband???)

Narancia making dinner every night wearing a silly apron would heal my soul <3

Masterlist here <3

This is very cute omg😭 I tried my best! I hope you enjoy <3

Also Narancia is my literal baby I will forever love him. 💕

Narancia as a stay at home dad

- Narancia has a whole collection of aprons, from ones with quirky sayings like “Kiss the Cook” to ones decorated with cartoon vegetables. He loves wearing them, mostly because he knows it makes you laugh. He also has one in bright orange with little stars that he swears makes him feel like a “chef superstar.”

- Every night, Narancia makes dinner, and while his dishes can get a little experimental, he tries his hardest to make it special. Sometimes, the kitchen looks like a war zone by the time he’s finished, but the food always ends up tasting great. He proudly presents each dish like it’s Michelin-starred, eyes gleaming, waiting for your reaction

- Narancia’s incredible with the kids. Whether it’s drawing with them, helping (not really) with schoolwork, or just playing endless games, he’s the definition of a “fun dad.” Sometimes he makes their lunch boxes extra silly, adding little notes or drawings of him and them together

- Narancia can’t help but show off his family every chance he gets. Every time he goes shopping, he’s telling everyone at the store about his kids’ latest achievements or the cute date night you both had. He’s so visibly in love, his face lighting up anytime he talks about you

- He can be a bit over-the-top when it comes to making sure the kids (and you) are safe. If anyone so much as frowns at his family in public, he’s ready to go into “gangster mode.” But around the house, he’s just a softie, always making sure everyone has enough water, their favorite snacks, and anything else they might need

- Cleaning day with Narancia is a whole production. He blasts music, sings into a broom like it’s a mic, and has dance-offs with the kids. He gets so into it, especially with 80s or 90s hiphop music, and he’ll twirl around, even pulling you into his impromptu performances

- Narancia’s not the best with words, but he writes little notes for you and hides them around the house. In the fridge, you’ll find a post-it that says “You make my heart warm,” or tucked in your jacket pocket, “Stay safe! I love you!!”

- Every week, he insists on having a movie night with the whole family. He lets the kids pick the movie most of the time but reserves a couple of nights for just the two of you. He loves old action movies but pretends he���s watching the romantic ones “for you”—though you know he loves those just as much

- Narancia goes all out for bedtime stories. He gives every character a voice, acting out dramatic scenes and making the kids laugh with his over-the-top performances. Sometimes, he makes up his own stories, usually loosely based on his past adventures but with way more “superhero” flair

- When you come home after a long day, Narancia’s there waiting, greeting you with the biggest hug. He’s wrapped in his apron, hair a little messy from his day at home, but he’s smiling with so much love. He’ll pull you into the kitchen, excited to show you what he’s been working on for dinner, proudly telling you about his and the kids’ day

Idk about you anon but I found these so cute and I hope you did too!🥹 If you’d like anything changed or anything specific added you can always message me to tell me and I will make sure to fix/add it!

If you liked this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

[williaml0ver]

☆ <3 Naib Subedar Taking Care of Robbie ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1437

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, not proofread - as if i ever did that before

[🖇️] author's note: this was supposed to be a multiple characters post but i realized that i am NOT made for this, at least for now lmao. I will just post the other two separately soon because it's easier for me this way. 🫨

[🖇️] Maybe this would make more sense with Memory but Robbie is like my favourite hunter of course i had to take the opportunity omg... ROBBIENATION RISE

-Ever since the past week you managed to get closer to little Robbie. Whether it happened because he was fond of your kindness or you seemed like a perfect playmate he was soon all over you - he'd share candy with you and even make cards with drawings for special occasions. One day when it was already very late you've suddenly heard a few knocks on the old fashioned door of your dorm. You've slowly gotten up, trying not to wake up your lover and opened the door. It was no one else than Robbie himself holding a small plushie. Long past his bedtime. He started explaining he's got nightmares and is scared to sleep alone today, later asking if he could join you two. If you didn't share your room you'd immediately agree, however, in this case you need to ask your boyfriend for consent.

-Naib is suddenly awoken by you, asking what's so important at this ungodly hour? Once the question's finally asked he feels confused, noticing the little boy standing behind with a "mom i just throw up" face.

-Has a hesitant stance at first. Sure, he's noticed you two started spending more time lately, but for you to be babying the boy already? He would be suggesting bringing him back to Michiko or Luchino, but the stone hearted mercenery eventually gives in after you convince him.

-When the three of you finally lay together, you are in between them since Naib prefered to be next to you, he holds you by your waist and meanwhile you hold Robbie. Naib also stays up a little longer to see both of you fall asleep, both because he just wants to look at you and make sure no tricks are being pulled. Seems like the axe boy really enjoyed sleeping together, as he loves visiting for little sleepovers from time to time. This doesn't bug the merc as much, but he still may feel a little, just a little jealous.

-Why would a man slowly pushing thirty be jealous of a small child you ask? Naib thought so as well, but when he saw you both drawing silly stuff on paper he felt somewhat envious. Just when you thought the most secretive, independent, straightforward person under this roof would never loose his cool around you, he sits next to you and starts drawing a wacky stickman.

-Ever since his sleepovers became a frequent thing, Naib is often choosen to be on babysitting duty. Sometimes with you, sometimes alone.

-I can see them having bit of a rough start at some point? Like Naib wanting to distance himself rather than be around Robbie, yet making sure he is around. He'd eye him to make sure you're not being hurt. This small boy, on the other hand, would be ecstatic to finally crack the mercernary's tough shell, the one who's making sure his playmate is safe in bed. With your help, Robbie would like to get closer to Naib, he quickly develops a big fascination with the green hooded man.

-You'd have to start slow and be patient, maybe ask Robbie to help you make lunch for the three of you and later eat together? Naib would begin recognizing the child's good intentions and eventually lets his guard down around.

-Once the adaptation is done, Naib definitely would receive the Cool Uncle™️ title without much effort and be constantly bugged by Robbie pleading him to show some cool tricks he does with his weapons. And well, Naib could be a hesitant one. You may as well step in to beg too, because how can he resist those four cute eyes? (Okay not quite if we think of Robbie but let's go on) The look in Robbie's eyes? Priceless. As if someone put diamonds in his eyes. Seeing the boy being so excited about something so ordinary to him actually boosts his ego and show some dangerous-leaning stuff, you may want to step in. Naib will soon realize that being the Cool Uncle™️ is not an easy task.

-They soon become some kind of partners in crime. Robbie discovers Naib from a totally diffrent side, he's mature, but he can also be a huge tease. He is certainly not the most talkative man, though is providing a lot of security. Naib is even willing to share some of his food of it and sometimee sneaks candies in Robbie's pocket when you're not looking.

-You'd often have to be the voice of reasons between them, as Naib's ego sometimes raises over the roof when showing off to Robbie.

-Eventually, they start spending so much time together that whenever someone spots either of them alone, they ask where the other one is. Naib feels secretly very proud of Robbie.

-One day, to your surprise, he even allowed him to wear his cape. You have a photo of him as mini Naib holding a toy knife standing on your bedroom desk.

-Robbie's personal favourite drawing is the one where he and Naib are in knight armors rescuing you from a dragon.

-Robbie's a curious child. You can't call it a day if you haven't seen him pulling the Merc by his hood and asking for yet another cool story. Naib would either make them up or just slightly modify his stories from the military.

-A lot of field trips! Naib would like to show Robbie some useful tricks, like what to do when you get lost. You, at first, thought that was a cute idea, until Robbie began climbing up random furniture. Robbie once showed you some usefk knife defence tricks that he was taught by your boyfriend, much to your horror. That man is raising a little monster.

-You once decided to go with them for one of those trips. Just out of curiosity. When you went to the toilet alone for a few minutes, Naib started teaching Robbie some fighting moves. Let's say you were terrified when you came back.

-Robbie enjoys when he is picked up by the older man. He likes to put on oversized coats he borrowed from Luchino and go to him, pretending to trick him into thinking that he has grown so quickly.

-They DO enjoy pulling pranks. And when think they would spare you and do it to others, you're actually their main victim.

-Naib specifically learnt a few "magic tricks" to show Robbie. Boy he was shocked.

-They both get overcompetitive when playing hide and seek. You always pray you're the one hiding because when it's the other way around it may take up to an HOUR, after the merc taught Robbie how to discretly switch hiding spots, much to your annoyance.

-Robbie picks up some of Naib's behaviour. Robbie seldom answer with a very sarcastic and ironic tone. You and Naib had a talk that day.

-As much as Robbie doesn't mean anything bad, he can sometimes get too brave and say something mildly offensive to you. Naib wouldn't hesitate to confront him about it and command to apologize.

-Robbie's very hyperactive, so whether Naib is reading a book or working out with Eli, he would constantly have a pair of small legs following him and asking what he's up to.

-They both like bonding over making food. If Robbie finds anything intriguing him in a cookbook it's only a matter of time until you see them picking up the indegredients together to surprise you. Naib let's him pick anything he wants for the dessert.

-Naib would teach Robbie how to prepare some easy and safe to make meals so he could feed himself on his own <3.

-During his solo babysitting duty, although caring, Naib can be strict. He secretly worries a lot and would not hesitate to send him back to the hunters' part of the manor as temporary punishment. Michiko learned to take advantage of that and would allow him to go back if he helped the butlers and maids do the cleaning.

-I can see Naib being the "go ask your mother" kind of person 😭. Also not very adequate to the era, but he would totally ask the kid if he has any cool games on his phone, just so he could get distracted and Naib could spend some time with you.

-As much as the mercenary likes Robbie, it does annoy him sometimes how he now has less private time just with you.

-Ultimately, while at first seeming closed off, Naib actually becomes very fond of him and is ready to protect him. Robbie meanwhile likes to show Naib how much he loves both of you.

I don't know what to put here... i'm posting this while listening to Shakira songs... besides the Robbie mini series with Ganji and William (half finished!) i will soon start working on date scenerios with Luchino and Kevin for valentine day yay!!!! If any of my loyal and beloved eight followers is reading this i love you guys i'm swinging my feet goodnight

[bow-of-aros]

Day Twenty-Two: Role Reversal

Summary: Daniel Jacobi is exhausted. Daniel Jacobi makes terrible fucking decisions when he's exhausted.

But, hey, at least he got to hear Kepler laugh before he dies.

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Hey folks! I struggled coming up with something for this prompt but we got there! This is literally the only way I get see Kepler being tickled and Jacobi is in Such Deep Shit. They are so silly. Hope that y'all enjoy!! <33

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“Officer Jacobi.” 

Kepler’s voice raised the hairs on the back of Jacobi’s neck. Their most recent mission had gone well with minimal casualties. Jacobi hadn’t even bothered him to the point of pulling over on the side of the road on the way back!

By all accounts, Kepler should be in a good mood.

But Jacobi’s continued survival sometimes hinged on telling the miniscule differences between Kepler’s tones. This was lower than average, the words clipped in a way they only were when Kepler was trying to curb whatever emotions he thought would give his thoughts away.

And Officer Jacobi? Kepler never called him officer. It was always Jacobi, or Mister Jacobi, or sometimes even Daniel if Kepler was trying to convince him to do something particularly heinous.

In short, Jacobi was fucked.

He looked up from his desk, all hopes of getting more than six hours of sleep fading into mist, and said, “Yes, sir?"

“Would you care to tell me what these are?”

Kepler was holding his mission report.

Or, at least, what was supposed to be his mission report.

In his exhausted state, Jacobi had decided that he could deal with that tomorrow and doodled a little picture of him in bed.

He’d been hoping that he’d look like that picture before Kepler decided to look at it.

“Look, I’m planning on getting it done tomorrow!” Jacobi tried to explain himself, “It’s just a placeholder until I get some sleep and can actually focus on it."

Kepler, stone faced, turned the paper around to show Jacobi the back.

Oh. Right.

“Is this also a placeholder, Mister Jacobi?” Is Jacobi hallucinating, or did the corner of his mouth just twitch upward?

It was a drawing of Kepler as a stick figure with some very angry eyebrows. Jacobi had his eyes closed with little z’s drifting up from his head.

He was also flipping Kepler the bird.

“…Yes?”

Jacobi didn’t get a response, so in a desperate bit to get home, he continued packing up his things. He made sure to do it slowly, any sudden movements might set Kepler off.

“You really gotta lighten up, sir.” Jacobi walked up to him, “Let loose, actually smile for once!”

Maybe it was delirium. Maybe it was exhaustion induced insanity. Maybe Jacobi was still riding the high of a job well done.

But he jabbed Kepler in the side like they were friends.

And Kepler clearly hadn’t been expecting it due to the sharp inhale that was cut off almost as soon as it had began.

That was new.

“Jacobi…”

Kepler’s tone was dangerous, a clear warning for Jacobi to back off unless he was looking for an early death.

Well, if he was going to plead insanity, might as well get as much as he can out of it.

Jacobi got a few rapid squeezes to Kepler’s side before he had to dance away. Kepler was not holding back and Jacobi wasn’t looking for a concussion right now.

But the attack hadn’t done what it had clearly intended to do, which was mask the half-flinch and choked exhale that escaped Kepler.

“Mister Jacobi, if you wish to keep your position you will ceASE—”

Because Jacobi had very little survival instinct (obviously. He worked for Goddard Futuristics. Under Warren Kepler.), he decided to take advantage of the fact that Kepler was speaking and wiggle a few fingers under his chin before rapidly pulling them away.

And there it was.

An honest to God giggle.

He’s sure that Kepler would insist that it was a catch in his throat, or maybe a shift in tone due to Jacobi’s insubordinate behaviour, but Jacobi knew.

He saw the brief flash of a genuine grin.

He heard Kepler laugh.

And now, seeing the murderous intent on his commanding officer’s face, Jacobi was pretty sure that it would be the last thing he ever heard.

“Run, Mister Jacobi.”

Wait, what?

“Sir—?”

An edge of mischief had crept into Kepler’s voice and a sort of giddy nervousness began to spread through Jacobi.

Kepler took a step forward, and Jacobi took a step back.

As he spoke, Kepler’s eyes glinted in the dim lighting of the office, and the reminder that they were the only two people there popped into Jacobi’s brain.

Nobody was here to help him.

Nobody would hear him scream.

“Three—”

Jacobi was gone before he could finish the word and an involuntary grin spread across his face when he head Kepler’s steady footsteps in pursuit.

“I will make you regret testing me, Mister Jacobi!”

Ha! Like hell he would.

Jacobi wouldn’t trade this for the fucking world.

[o-uncle-newt]

I'm not going to reblog Neil Gaiman's thing about how S2's episodes "don't have any fat on them" but I DO have some (spoilery) reactions to that below the cut-

OK so I already did another post here where I gave my impressions of the writing- but Gaiman mentioning this actually reminded me of something that I didn't put in there at all but kind of wish I had.

Because honestly, I don't think that the episodes not having any fat on them is a good thing.

Here's the thing- Good Omens, the book and the first season of the TV show, is a bunch of set pieces that loosely come together into a plot. The TV show less so, maybe- there's more of an effort to create a narrative- but fundamentally it's a bunch of ridiculous stuff all strung together to create the Apocalypse. (Like, there's a reason why book fans were so upset when the Four Other Horsemen of the Apocalypse didn't show up in the show- they did literally nothing for the plot but they were absolutely hilarious.)

So far, in the first 2 episodes of S2, I have to agree with Gaiman that there's no fat on them. And I think that's one of the things that kind of threw me. EVERYTHING that has happened thus far has felt like it's something that's probably going to lead to something else, like it's connective tissue for the upcoming story that will presumably make more sense later- and while there's plenty of entertainment and humor and sweetness, it's all to the point. You have to be paying attention, you have to take everything seriously (even if it's something that by rights feels inherently unserious) because it could matter later.

In S1, you didn't have to think too carefully about why a telemarketer is being eaten by maggots or even why there's still a witchfinder in the 21st century (for the show) because fundamentally it doesn't REALLY matter. Something will all come together at the end and in the meantime you can just enjoy it in the spirit in which it's given, which is of course an insane one. Each scene is just fun on its own. (I think this is in some ways truer in the book than the show- there were a lot of these scenes that I don't think worked on the show- but that was more about the execution than the concept.)

The fat in S1 was the good part, really. The plot wasn't all that important- it was all the moments along the way.

The closest thing to fat (to continue to use the metaphor) in S2, so far, is the minisode. It's the only thing where it doesn't necessarily feel like you'll be tested on it later. And it's also easily the best part of those episodes! You can just watch it and take all the ridiculousness for granted because it doesn't really matter. It's there to draw out the characters, it's there to give the world more color, and it's there to entertain.

Not that S2 isn't also there to entertain- it very much is, but it doesn't really have time to. It can be silly and random in the way that the book and S1 are, but instead of those being random throwaway moments (like Newt blacking out all of Dorking in the book- which signifies that his tech-unsavviness may be relevant to the plot later but is really mostly just there to entertain because it's so out-there), they are intrinsically tied into whatever the plot will turn out to be. That's really clear, even though we don't actually know yet exactly what the plot is going to be! The leanness of the plot is immediately evident.

I think, so far, that the main negative consequence is that it makes it so much harder to suspend disbelief. When you have a ridiculous moment in a throwaway scene, that's worldbuilding- it shows that this is the kind of world where ridiculous things happen, and then when a particular ridiculous moment ends up being important to the plot, that's fine because it's part of a whole constellation of ridiculous things in this ridiculous world- they've already deconstructed our sense of disbelief. When all you're getting is plot, when something a bit crazy happens you're like "oh, hang on, that doesn't make sense, that's a bit farfetched."

I think that that's one of the things that, so far, is giving "fanfic vibes" to the first two episodes. Maggie and Nina get locked into the cafe? In their first episode?! When we know that they're going to get together?!?! That's ridiculous. In the book and to a lesser degree S1, where like five other ridiculous things would have already happened that aren't heavily signaled to be important to the plot (Gabriel doesn't count because we know he's important to the plot too), this would just be one more ridiculous thing. In S2, it feels like something we need to suspend disbelief for because we haven't really had it suspended for us yet.

Everything I write about Good Omens here is going to come down to John Finnemore in the end because I can't help myself lol, but honestly, my first thought was "well he's really into plotting, so maybe this is part of that." But- he's also done nine and a bit seasons of a sketch show. While he was writing this he was also writing a season of JFSP (the sublime S9) where there was very minimal plot but everything was propelled by character building sketches, very much in the spirit of Good Omens. He knows exactly the power of random ridiculous moments to build the world and explain its ludicrousness. When him being a writer was announced, I saw so many people say "he's definitely got a bonkers enough brain to do this" except that it turns out that, while true, his bonkers sketch-writing brain doesn't really have a lot to do here.

That, plus the fact that I'd be really surprised from everything that I've heard over the last 2ish years if Gaiman wasn't the first and final voice behind everything written for this season, leads me to the conclusion that the issue might just be that S2 may be, as a group effort, over-plotted for its length. There's little room to breathe and live in the world. There are barely any humans, and as such there's not much time to remember that the story is set in a world where humans matter, which, as I pointed out in my previous post, is something that was really important in Good Omens the book and S1. It just doesn't have any fat.

Now- I should be clear- as I said with the other post, it is way too early to tell if GO2 is good or not, because all of the stuff in E1-2 was clearly building up to other things that haven't happened yet. I actually think S2 probably will be good. The above may not be "issues" per se. But I do think that talking about the original Good Omens like the "fat" is the problem kind of misses the point of why so many people liked it- and leaves GO2 with a pretty big burden to overcome in order to convince viewers that it is a continuation of the same world and same story they loved in S1.

[no0t2]

@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

[shnebrght]

Favorite Scent (Flufftober Drabble, KHR)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn Ship: 27K (Sawada Tsunayoshi x Sasagawa Kyoko) Word Count: 1,023 Prompt: Favorite Scent Event Host: @flufftober

-- Her focus left her the moment the scent came to her consciousness.

Momentarily stopping by the perfume, a warm smile rose to her features as she got caught up, reminiscing. "Tsu-kun," she started, "Do you remember when we got this?"

Several tryouts, many failed attempts and dozens of scoldings from his tutor drilled into him the proper way of putting on a suit. The Tenth had been occupied with his own preparation, clumsily but surely dressing himself for the occasion as the lady grabbed his attention - alarming the young man briefly before he heaved out a laughing sigh. "Ahh, that…" She looked like she was elated to remember.

"What brought this up?"

… …

The boy must have pinched himself about nine times so far. How couldn't he? Reality just didn't align with his self-perception. After all, here he was, walking side by side with the girl of his dreams!

"Ahh! Tsuna-kun, look!" The girl excitedly alerted, unconsciously picking her pace up towards the stand; "They're giving out samples! Let's try some!" Clearly, one of them was far more immersed in the immediate moment than the other.

To see her so happy, excitedly checking stores out like an enthusiastic child, Tsuna couldn't help but mentally tear up. "Yes, l-let's!" A thought crossed his mind. Kyoko-chan was already looking supefyingly good in her chosen attire for this date, but for her to enjoy herself this much was just precious.

…If only they were truly alone.

In this large mall, it was easy for Tsuna to single Kyoko out from the crowd, going as far as the extremely bold hand-holding attempt, shying away every time before their hands actually touched. Daring as he was today, he could even single the girl out from the numerous people in the crowd with them. What he couldn't ignore, was Lambo and I-Pin, chaotically running by them and right under their legs in their unconcerned game of tag.

Why did Mom think it was a good idea to have them join, today of all days!?

The stand was placed right outside a relatively unpacked cosmetics store; an obvious move to promote sales, even going as far as spraying some perfumes to the air in-front, drawing in a few potential customers - Kyoko among them.

"Tsuna-kun, which one do you like?" The girl asked, bending slightly forward towards the stand as she tucked a loose hair strand behind her right ear, with the boy in tow and quick to reply with a silly smile. "I don't know…"

How can he know? His favorite scent was her shampoo, which she just flared in his face with that simple hair movement. But saying that would be too embarrassing! In the spur of the moment, he mindlessly moved a hand towards one of the pinkish-colored samples; "T-This one, I guess…"

-- "Oh! Really??" Her reaction was too gleeful for a simple choice. Was that a hit?? "I really like this one too!" It was!!

Spraying some of the sample on her left wrist, she quickly took the boy's hand in as well-- "Here, Tsuna-kun, you try it too." Everything was so fast. Kyoko had her sneakily quick pace about her when she was excited, that much he learned when she went on her Appreciation Days. But to so casually grab his own hand? When he was struggling with that all morning!? -- Solid blush rose to the boy's face as soon as his hand was grasped, and with an awkward whiff to his wrist, he looked away; embarrassment and happiness oozing out of every corner on his face.

"O-Oh… It's… It's good, Kyoko-chan…"

Ever the air-head, caught up in her own stride -- it took Kyoko a short moment to realize why Tsuna reacted so timidly at the act; only acknowledging she grabbed his hand in her's after he reacted. Heat rising to her own cheeks, reddening her face all the way to her ears as right away, her mood shifted. Showcasing her own embarrassment, the girl looked down, her frame appearing smaller as she enclosed her body language unconsciously; hands held together at her skirt level.

"S-Sorry!…" She apologized - "I got a little, t-too excited…" Kyoko was an honest girl. Straight-forward and unassuming, and it reflected both in her values and manner of speech. In fact, she may have made conscious effort to make that a point. "It's just, strawberry vanilla isn't very common… But it happens that I really like this scent too…"

Damn it. Tsuna's thoughts failed to process anything more than how cute this girl was. Damn it!

In their awkward embarrassment, the clerk failed to draw their attention. They were there for sampling, weren't they…? Fortunately (or unfortunately) for the worker, the two toddlers having away their time just so happened to crash into the makeshift table, causing a ruckus as they always did - alarming both Kyoko and Tsuna far too late, as they knocked the entire stand over, spilling the contents of the samples all over themselves.

"Ahh! Lambo, I-Pin!!" "You kids…."

If there was anyone to count on to break the moment, it was those two. Snapped out of their mutual embarrassment, Tsuna and Kyoko gave each other some well-warranted, awkward laughter. "I'd feel bad getting nothing after that…" Tsuna admitted.

"I know, right…?" Seems like they were on the same page. "--Excuse me!" A single bottle of the perfume was promptly purchased as a result…

… …

"…We still have the original bottle?" Tsuna humorously asked, remembering that time.

"A lot's happened. Now it's just Tsu-kun and me," Kyoko laughed to herself, coming closer to her beloved.

For Kyoko, it was a keepsake more than anything. Vanilla-strawberry wasn't a popular scent for a perfume, especially nowadays. It was associated with childishness, desires of a young girl yet fully fledged. But at the same time, it was special for her. A small reminder of a certain date with a certain man she loved. Of course, she only wore it for very, very specific occasions. Its tendency waning over time.

And yet,

"You think we should get a new one on the way?" She asked.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah. Let's stop before dinner!"

[tunabesimpin]

Let's go to the beach beach! ... Ninki Minjaj

HI TUNAAAA!! Congrats on 800!! Keep up the good and honest hard work my g >:))

WHO: As for the event, Nemo will be coming in to make waves! She's gonna drag in poor Sebek with her as her plus one.

HOW: How did the jester convince Sebek? Let's just say that he didn't want to accompany her at first, but he realized the mayhem she might cause if it was Silver who supervised her instead. Better that it was him yelling at the top of his lungs over a sleepyhead letting her run loose.

Below are the silly fits I came up with for them ✨ the messy concept is all I got for now sobs

Feel free to adjust Sebek's if you wanna >:))

Here's the link for the more polished ver.

FAVE COLOR: Nemo obviously likes green, the most creative color of the rainbow! (not really).

WHAT: As for what she likes doing during summer, she loves to relax and just unwind in the sun! Thus, it's no-brainer what she's going to do at the party: sunbathing, but with a twist!

TWIST?: She's going to bury herself in the sand with only her head sticking out. The jester claims that this odd practice has therapeutic effects.

One would hope this isn't one of her silly tricks, but that's just wishful thinking...

Anyway, thank you for hosting this Tuna!! Do lmk if you need anything clarified or if I missed anything svdkdj Best of luck to you w/ this event!! 🙏

--- Nemo's schemes had already effected many of the beach goers, but to be fair those involved did have warning. The most popular of their attractions being their sand cakes, a gamble on whether you receive and actual cake or some beach sand. Even Tuna took chance on the idea, though their reasoning might have been a bit different.

Having picked a bucket for themself, Tuna began eating a lightbulb switching on as they remembered Nemo mentioning being buried in the sand. "Say, want to start a head garden with me?" It took a second for Nemo to understand, but a wicked smirk grew "I would ever be honored~" Tuna continued to crunch on their 'cake' as the two began to clean up and find a suitable spot. They used sticks to draw a border in the sand and make faux paths and used palm leaves to provide some shade. Once the base was done it was time to dig. Long flat beds were dug out and ready to be lied in, it quite a while, but they managed to get 3 done. Now it was time find their first customer and unfortunately for Sebek, he seemed to be the first to pass by.

Nemo and Tuna were quick to team up on him, Tuna holding him from behind and Nemo began leading the way. Nemo became the perfect spokesman "Please right this way dear customer! Our garden is perfect for relaxation and clearing the mind~ Surely you can only be at your best if your mind is at its best as well!" Sebek squirmed, digging his heels into the sand to no avail and he yelled "I WILL NOT! UNHAND ME!" It was no use, with both Nemo and Tuna combined, they managed to pin him tot he bed and began to bury him thoroughly. At some point Sebek gave up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try and feel the 'therapeutic' process. However, once he saw Tuna and Nemo drawing silly notes he knew he was pranked, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING A FRUIT?!" ---

LOLOLOL Poor Sebek~ I seem to keep writing him getting the butt end of the stick XD AND AAAA first nemo interaction yey!!! (if its not im so sorry i have a horrible memory-) >V< It was so fun to doodle this out! The art you made was so cute too!!! AAAA I love the hat and sand buckets!!!! Thank you so much for participating !!! I hope you can enjoy this!!!

[lixlikes]

Hello i saw your recent work with everyone’s favorite warrior frog and i wanted to try an idea. How about one with Lae’zel with a draconic bloodline sorcerer who’s wings finally sprouted and Lae’zel wanting to touch them but trying to seem indifferent about them. Maybe even a few hcs about the relationship in general or just the above but is fine. Gives a new meaning to riding the dragon eh?

Ride the Dragon | NSFW Lae’zel x Reader/Tav

Warnings: Slight degradation, Size difference, Male/AMAB Tav but with no gendered terms, Jokes of death

Info: As read in comment :) + needy lae’zel? yea of course!!

A/N: Yess omg thank you this idea is so cute and just the right amount of spicy! I’m glad you enjoyed my silly little oneshot about the cute gith mommy!

The campfire casts a warm comfort over you, allowing your shoulders to relax and your jaw to become unclenched. Your moment of relaxation is ruined when a familiar pain shoots through your shoulders, as the sting slithers it’s way up your spine.

“Gods damn it all” You grumble, rolling your head back to look up at the darkening night sky.

You catch sight of a familiar face, scrunched up in confusion.

“What is that?” The gith asks plainly.

“What does it look like.”

“I’m referring to those” She motions to the small wings protruding from your shoulder blades.

“Oh, It’s natural” You sigh “If you’re wondering, they don’t hurt” You smile.

“I was not going to ask that” She denies.

“Whatever you say” You wave a hand at her jokingly.

“They could prove useful in combat.”

“Good point, wanna touch ‘em?” You ask, halfjoking.

She shakes her head, crouching down by the now dwindling campfire. You raise a hand, placing it on her nearly bare back, your claws shimmering in the light.

She swiftly turns, grabbing you by the wrist.

“I’m sorry!” You call out, caught off guard “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She lets go hesitantly, her fingers seemingly tracing the lines of your scales as she draws back.

“You can touch me, you just have to ask, I understand curiosity” You chuckle.

She stands once more, returning to your back side.

“Don’t act like I am some anxious child” She crouches down, placing a hand on your shoulder for stability.

“Well you seemed nervous, you never know with you.”

“I could easily slit your throat in one quick motion” She snarls.

“Alright alright no need for threats.”

You feel her fingers meet the tip of your growing wing, causing you to twitch slightly.

Her hands slowly make their way down to the base of the wing, feeling the dip of every individual scale.

You groan softly, whether in pain or pleasure is anyone’s guess.

She says nothing as she grips the base tightly in her hands, pulling you back into her lap.

“Aggressive much?”

Your sentence is cut off by a swift, authoritative kiss. Her soft skin against your own is a blissful feeling that builds its nest in your stomach.

As she pulls away from you, your need glazed eyes meet. She begins to remove her hands from your face as you grip them, placing them back and smiling.

“What a coincidence,” You chuckle “You beat me to my own idea.”

“You really should learn how to keep that mouth of yours shut” The corners of her lips seem to fight back a persistent smile.

“You love it.”

You sit up, crawling on top of her as she begins to lean back.

You place a hand on her cheek “Is the arrogant soilder really going to allow me the honor of being in control?” You smirk.

In a seemingly effortless motion she flips your bodies, her legs struggling to accommodate your hips as she straddles you.

“I know my body inside and out, taking you will be yet another challenge I squash under my boot” Her voice is matter-a-fact, it calls for your submission.

Her hands slide down your chest as yours meet her hips. She fiddles with your pant buttons for a moment before she gets them loose, you aid her by lifting up your hips, allowing her to pull them down, You discard them to the side to be found in the morning. Her hands are jetting all over you, rubbing your boxers to running up your sides.

“I am yours for the taking” You whimper slightly, letting her hands roam over your ever hardening boner with need.

She nods, taking in your neediness with a look of accomplishment. With a soft grunt she rips your boxers off of you, leaving you to shiver slightly at the sudden air against your skin (skin? scales?).

She looks up at you slowly, with a look of curiosity behind her eyes, certainly such a small figure won’t be able to accommodate your size? As if reading your mind she wraps a hand (nearly) around your throat and kisses you roughly, moaning softly into the kiss as the crotch of her night pants rub against your bare body.

You place a hand on her hip and sneak a finger under her waistband, begging to feel her skin against yours.

She huffs as she breaks the kiss, clambering off of you as she swiftly undoes her pants, discarding them ontop of yours, not bothering to remove her undergarments.

Before you can even sit up she’s back in your lap, kissing your lips with soft moans and hefty grinding. She seems desperate, more rushed than thought out as she usually is, possibly to due with her prior attitude to your new found wings.

She pushes off of you, putting all weight on her knees. Her panties are pushed to the side as she starts to descend onto you.

The entry is rough, as shown on her slight grimace quickly replaced with a hushed “oh.”

Her warm heat suddenly surrounds your tip as she halts to prepare for the further stretch. You offer her a hand to hold, which she takes reluctantly. Her nails poke into your skin as she begins to push further slowly.

You kiss the backside of her hand lovingly, watching as her cheeks begin to flush (what color would a gith blush? dark green?).

She sinks down to the hilt, sitting for a moment as her eyes roll back and a quiet moan lips from her lips. The feeling of being inside this famed fierce and cold warrior makes you feel fit to burst, the soft twitches and clenching of her walls beg for you to start moving but you know it’s best to be patient, even if she says otherwise.

She rolls her hips slowly in figure 8’s, mumbling inaudible curses under her breath as her clit rubs against your scales. You place your free hand on her hips, giving a small squeeze as you groan.

She slowly rises to the top and slams back down to the base, and once more, the way her body is twitching shows she’s beginning to etch closer and closer to release, and you’re not far behind.

You whimper softly as you look up at her, pulling her into a slow, intimate kiss, contrasting the usual rough, needy kisses you two usually shared.

Her hips roll once more and you’re both down for the count as her legs start to shake and her walls clench around you. You feel pure bliss wash over you in waves as you spill inside of her, her name a prayer on your lips as you watch her face of ecstasy.

Her arms falter as she flops down, her head on your chest as she breaths heavily. You place a hand on her hand, brushing out the small knots in her hair as you feel your racing heart slow to the usual rhythm.

You know by morning she’ll be acting all tough once more, denying the moment of vulnerability, but for now you enjoy holding her as you bask in the post orgasm glow.

[spuukinightmares]

Mondo Owada Werewolf Headcanons !?

I have been thinking about werewolf au mondo so much you have NO idea. why did I decide to draw him my brain is rotting like a tooth cavity he is consuming my every thought like sweet candy

Anyways. I need to get these thoughts out of my brain. They have to go somewhere so they’re going to mondoblr enjoy these general headcanons of mondo as a werewolf

MAYBE I’ll do an x reader version if I feel like it. MAYBE. for now though this is just regular old headcanons babyyyy

First of all, the pompadour remains even during his transformed state.

It’s both convenient and inconvenient. On one hand, he doesn’t have to go through the trouble of styling it all over again once he’s back in human form, but on the other hand, it makes him easily identifiable when being a werewolf is supposed to be a secret.

He doesn’t keep it from everyone though.

I like to imagine that the Crazy Diamonds are not only a biker gang, but also a werewolf pack. Some of them, at least.

The gang itself is probably massive— it’d be crazy to think that every single one of them would be a werewolf, which is why in this AU I think that only some of them would be.

All the werewolves of the gang would have their own special little division with Mondo as their leader still.

They’d go for bike rides (or I guess they could also just run on all fours) in the night, rampaging the streets as they usually do, but this time during full moons and in their werewolf forms to do… idk, werewolf things, leaving the humans of the gang out of it.

Has this caused any human members of the Crazy Diamonds to suspect Mondo of lycanthropy? Maybe, but they respect and fear the guy too much to even think about bringing it up.

Daiya was probably a werewolf too, he showed his younger brother the ropes of being part of the pack as well as being part of the gang.

Daiya was more strict with himself about keeping his form under control, only letting loose when he felt it was absolutely necessary.

Mondo, however, was sort of the opposite.

He was always more open to running wild, and never really understood why he needed to keep this side of him a secret, especially when he was younger.

His first transformation left him feeling scared and ashamed, but that shame surrounding his lycanthropy dissipated when his brother found out and helped him, showing him the ways of the werewolf.

He went from being terrified of himself, to being almost shameless and thinking that being a werewolf was awesome!

Nowadays though, he’s better able to understand his older brother’s perspective, especially since he’s now the leader.

Keeping himself under control and making less of a mess means a lower chance he’ll be found out, and being found out means bad news for everyone.

Would the other werewolves in his gang be captured if he is? Would the humans be chastised for keeping quiet?

He doesn’t want to find it. He may be a thrill-seeker, but he’s not going to take a stupid risk like that.

Mondo’s current feelings on being a werewolf are sort of… conflicting.

He likes the freeing feeling of being able to run wild and being big and strong, but he’s afraid to lose control of himself.

He thinks the overall look of being a werewolf is pretty cool and he adores dogs, but he doesn’t want to be treated as if he is one.

Things like wagging his tail or enjoying being pet by someone make him cringe at himself, he needs to hold onto his dignity!

He also hated howling at first because it felt silly.

And then there’s the transformations… they suck! They hurt like hell and they rip up your clothes unless you’re wearing something super baggy.

There’s been a few times where Mondo has forgotten to change before a full moon hit and ended up needing to buy new clothes.

It drives him crazy whenever it happens, sometimes he just starts tearing the rest with his mouth out of anger. Why not? They’re already ripped.

The physical pain also adds to his irritability. Tearing into things and breaking them has become a way of trying to distract of soothe himself.

Yet another reason why he wants to become a carpenter. If he knows how to rebuild it, then he doesn’t have to worry too much about breaking his own furniture!

okay that’s all for rn byyyeeeeee ❤️

[blindrapture]

july 30 and 31.

so, let's talk about the seventh cipher.

in earlier drafts, this was The Easy Final Level of the Realm King, a much simpler trek through a snowy environment. there were 8 challenges, ranging from "eat a pot noodle" to "play this song on the clarinet," a silly variety of challenges that fit more in line with cipher 6. and there were 5 mini-fights, mainly being the four bikers. a lot of that log was just Having To Walk Big Distances, and so it stretched across two logs. the final boss, on July 31, was just... The Realm King, a big blue guy who sat on a throne and was defended by waves of golden knights. again, more in keeping with cipher 6.

it was like this because I was still not in the right place to write Rapture. I had just returned home to England, in December 2011, returned back to my parents after trying to run away, after that blew up in my face. I came to Rapture because it kept me busy. and while this was at least more creative than the original San Francisco, it was absolutely anticlimactic. and I did at least turn that into a strength: I played on this being an easy final level, a real type of video game trope that usually is not intentional. I played on the strangeness of this for the protagonists, and I turned it into characterisation for this big mythical "Rapture" itself: Rapture gave us an easy final level because Rapture wants these ciphers done. admittedly I am not unhappy with that idea. (it's in keeping with MOTHER 3, in fact. a lot of the interesting ways Rapture plays with video game expectations pretty much comes from MOTHER 3-- when it doesn't come from secretcity. seriously, oh my god play MOTHER 3. it is so worth it. one of the greatest video games ever made.)

but this isn't 2011 anymore. this is 2024. this is Rapture's eighth draft. this is a new Act 2, this is DJay writing at age 29, showing what he-- I-- can do. since early in the rewrite process, a theme has been emerging: "I have to do it right this time, I have to put the work in and make a long story much denser." while I had forgotten about just how empty San Francisco was, I was very conscious of the seventh cipher and the opportunity it presented. to write a new cipher log... god, I've been dreaming of that all throughout my most unproductive years.

so.

I did the work. I put the work in. I took a few days to write this. I think I did two days per log? my first day was pure planning. my first day was this:

I planned out the level, making a map. had to stretch it across two sets of pages, but here I've arranged it so it lines up.

in the July 30th log, we start at the very top-right. we see the destination across the sea of lava, and have to travel our way around the bay and round up to the castle. the july 31st log takes place entirely in the castle on the top page.

a lot of this came rather naturally, as I was inspired by the map design of Elden Ring, how progression feels so driven by the arc of the coastline even when you're exploring these landmasses atop massive cliffs. and I was especially inspired by the layout of Castle Stormveil, which is incredibly imposing on the outside but quite based on a realistic castle inside. all I really had to do was draw a coastline and find the best place to put a defendable castle; the rest came from that.

then I just had to write it.

I was keeping the 8 challenges and the 5 fights. I was keeping the general snow-kingdom aesthetic. making the challenges and fights more cohesive was a matter of finding a unifying Scheme, and for that I chose to base them on Buddhist concepts. the 8 challenges loosely represent the Noble Eightfold Path, and the 5 fights are based on the Five Hindrances. the hardest part here was writing Jordan and Donnie's little Socratic reasonings for the eightfold riddles, though once they enter the castle the riddles are replaced with direct and immediate challenges of staying mindful in an atmosphere of extreme horror, repulsion, and despair.

I quite enjoyed fleshing out the lore here, giving the kingdom its own implied backstory, the tale of a world that could not defend against the Rapture. but of course, the Rapture is different for every world, so we can't even use this world to predict what our Rapture will be.

one of the most important steps in all of this planning turned out to be the simplest. I didn't want this guy to be called "the Realm King" this time. I was prepared to spend a while coming up with a whole new name, but naturally my first instinct was to flip the name around. King Realm? ....King Real? it's a simple name. almost feels trite, something out of a fairy tale. but something about it cut right through my core and spoke to something I wanted to bring out of Rapture this time around. I don't see it as a fairy tale name. I see it as intimidating and holy. this story has something to do with the many different "realities," the relativity of "real." a King gets to enforce a reality on his kingdom. a King enforces it because a King believes in it, that is an important part of how power works on those within the system. this King Real is not a bad guy. in fact, we end up feeling a lot of sympathy for him and his people. but Rapture is not a story where the good guys are named The Good Guys and the bad guys are named The Bad Guys. Rapture is a moral tale, maybe even moralist, but it's excruciatingly modern. it's maybe the "tale" part that's most modern. Rapture is a modern kind of tale. or, really it's ancient. it's an epic. but it's an epic translated into modern techniques. a post-Ulysses epic that is not waiting for readers to catch up with what that means. so. he's called King Real because he was named by a tradition that is not our tradition. if it sounds like a fairy tale name to us, we're still struggling to understand the implications of relativity. ....it's hard to put all this into words right now. but I felt it all in me when I saw the name "King Real."

I wrote the July 31st log while listening to music from the DOOM 2016 soundtrack on repeat. that also feels important. Doom is embedded in my subconscious by now. the original Doom, and the existence of the franchise. this is.. admittedly a really rich subject, ripe for rambles that directly connect to Rapture. just, we absolutely would not have Rapture without Doom. I think even the naming conventions are relevant here. my story's full name is OGTRIB, but I refer to it colloquially as "Rapture." there's even a section of story, currently nebulous, called "Final Rapture," which is absolutely a reference to Final Doom. Rapture and Doom. it's no accident. or, at most, it's a happy accident. why? what similarities do they have? what is it I got out of the Doom games? other than a love affair with midi rock music and the sensibilities of open source communities. a comfort in first-person video games, a love of mazes. firm confirmation that one must face injustice with the stubbornness of a shotgun. I dunno. that's something that'll take a lifetime of interpretation to work out.

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then there's the "other half" of this log, really more like the last fifth of it. I will say a lot less about this section, because this is the beginning of something Rapture will take a long time exploring.

the A-plot has moved out of the ciphers and into what comes next.

Guitar Hero is involved now.

and we finally meet Bones... as well as Fentzy and Danny? in earlier drafts, we actually met Fentzy and Danny way earlier. we met Danny on July 4th, the end of Act 1, and we met Fentzy on July 5th, the start of Act 2. the decision to move their introduction here, towards the very end of Act 2, was significant. it changed many things about Act 2 and basically facillitated the heavy rewrite to begin with. we needed more time with just Jordan and Donnie. that was worth it. but now we have the full party.

who is Fentzy? who is Danny? who is Bones? how will the kids all get along now? these are important questions!

you'll have to wait and see. :3

see you tomorrow.

[in-my-feels-probably]

hey love!! congratulations on hitting 800 followers, Im so proud of you! hope you’re having a lovely day! 🥰

Im gonna enter this celebration RIGHT this time lol, so this sort of extends from my previously attempt (again, so sorry about that, got too excited and ahead of myself to see when the post was made, silly me!!) which was a romantic ship with Jon Snow!

for the info about me, Im 5’0” tall, deathly pale (often looking ill, actually), with grey eyes and blue curly hair. I’ve got the roundest face of all time (seriously if you ever need to draw a circle you just let me know and I’ll faceplant against a piece of paper for you), very short arms, and a dumptruck if I do say so myself (average sized person squished into a smaller body and the fat depositing in my favour tbh). personality wise, I’ve been known to be very ditzy and forgetful (trauma 🤪), but Im incredibly optimistic empathetic, protective, creative and easily frightened. Im a petty bitch and Im not afraid to say it, I WILL hold a grudge and be very passive aggressive to anyone that’s hurt someone I care about but I do so with comedic timing which makes it acceptable 😌

my name’s Heather and my pronouns are she/her, I hope that’s enough info but please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!

hope you have a wonderful week and congratulations again, you deserve it so much, you are such an incredible talent!! 💗

hi my love!

thank you for participating again :)

i had to go back and read the first blurb i did to make sure i don’t rephrase anything, so i’m sorry if i repeat anything i’ve already said. (also omg, hard same on the round face thing, i also have a very round face. and the looking ill part made me laugh, im also really pale and generally unhealthy so i look sick a lot too.)

jon is very much a brooding individual. not negative necessarily, but definitely pessimistic. he’s been beaten down, and tends not to see the brighter side of things. i cant blame him, but it could make being around him a little bit difficult if you don’t function in the same way as him. youd balance him out, and he’d appreciate the little bit of joy you’d bring into his life. especially since you’re short, you’d be his little ball of sunshine, even if you don’t consider yourself to be that. you’d seem like that to him, and it would be a nice change of pace for him.

i don’t know what it is about him, but i think he has a bit of a mischievous personality that he doesn’t get to show often. he doesn’t have any reason to. but you’d bring out this side in him that’s childlike, and curious. he never really got to be a kid, and he’d feel comfortable enough around you to let loose a little. he’s incredibly protective, so he’d never put you in harms way or let anyone mess with you. but i think after a few pints of ale, he could be convinced to play some sort of prank on you.

maybe sam accidentally broke something of yours, and you were upset. you weren’t genuinely pissed at him, but you weren’t letting him get off free. maybe you did something equally as harmless, like throwing off his schedule or hiding something of his, and he gets sick of it. so he goes to jon, and jon is appalled by the idea.

“you’d have me play a joke on her? i do value my life, you know. her bad side is not one i want to get on.”

and sam would whine, telling him to grow up and be a man. he’d convince jon to go along with some sort of prank, maybe scaring you since they both know you scare easily. they’d wait behind a column, knowing you’d come that way and have ti pass them. they’d jump out, yelling.

you’d scream, moving into a fighting stance, when they’d both burst out laughing. you’d recognize that it was harmless fun, and you actually enjoyed that jon was having fun for once. but at the same time, there was no way you’d let them get away with it without getting them back.

“very mature,” you’d say, clutching your chest with a scowl on your face.

jon would laugh, bringing you into his arms. his cheeks were warm and rose tinted from the alcohol.

“i’m sorry, darling,” he’d say, clutching you tightly to him while trying not to laugh. “i had to. it was funny, you have to admit it.”

you’d hug him back, but glare up at sam, who’d take that as his cue to scamper off before you decided to do something rash.

you’d give jon a squeeze, before pushing him away. “asshole.”

“love,” he’d whine, and you’d find it so difficult to not smile at his tone.

you remained with a blank face, staring up at him with narrowed eyes. you may have been small, but you were scary. and jon took one look at your face before raising his hands in surrender, taking a step back.

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hope you enjoyed this! thank you again for your kind words, and for participating again. i really appreciate the support :)

you gave him a smile so calm that it struck fear in his heart. “you should be afraid, snow. very afraid.”

“shit,” he murmured, before shrugging and linking his arm with yours. “i’ve accepted my fate. do me a favor, though…go after sam before me. id like to be prepared.”

[egg-emperor]

If we're in a business meeting with casino eggman would he do lewd things to get us riled up? (ex. Winking, bending down to "pick something up" showing butt and sitting on our lap "accidentally")

Casino AU Eggman's whole thing is being a big silly slut so you can always count on him to enjoy being a cheeky menace with the teasing lol

He purposefully wears his too tight clothes that he never has made in the right size because he wants them to show off all his best assets, his shirt showing off his tits and tummy which he unbuttons more to show off his hairy chest and gold chain which draws attention to it, and his pants are always tight enough to show off his fat butt. But at the same time, all his clothes are always still just loose enough for everything to jiggle when he moves and does little shimmies and wiggles to make it happen even more 😳

When he meets men for business that he knows he can be more friendly and cheery with, he greets them with a bear hug and pushes their face into his tits and holds them there, leaving them red faced from him almost suffocating them but also because they're blushing hehe. Sometimes he also gives a greeting kiss but it feels more than friendly with how big and passionate it seems. With those he has to be more serious with, he'll just do a handshake but he'll keep their hand in his longer and give them a smirk.

If he isn't wearing one of his belts and wearing suspenders instead, they always lightly squish his tits and belly and he holds and tugs at the straps and lets them snap back onto them, which also makes them jiggle and brings even more attention to them. He knows they won't be able to resist looking down at them every time and it's always a good sign that it's working when they start to stammer and lose focus a little while looking but he pretends he doesn't notice for a while to enjoy watching them get more worked up.

He definitely pretends to drop things and pick them up, sticking out his ass right in front of them and his too tight pants really show off his big plump cheeks and he does a little wiggle to make it wobble temptingly. If he's wearing suspenders, he might slip them down his arms so his pants fall a bit when he bends over and show his crack lol. He usually makes other people pick things up because he can't reach that well, so anyone that knows will be able to tell what he's up to because he's actually bothering trying to do it himself. XD

I don't know if there'd be enough room on a chair for him to sit on someones lap because he's so big, unless it's a really big chair lol so it's a lot easier for that to happen on a bed instead. But if he can on a chair then he will and can pretend it's an accident by saying he didn't see them there before putting his ass in their face and almost sitting on them entirely because he's so big djsbsjgksbgkdh and he always loves to shift and wiggle in his seat to move back further onto them and tease them with all that cake 😋

He talks using a certain hushed sultry tone when they're alone to make it feel much too intimate for discussing business. He does a lot of casual flirting, calling them handsome, using tons of pet names every couple of sentences to charm them and eventually making subtly suggestive jokes and comments. Part of why he has a clear pink tinted pair of his signature heart shaped glasses are so they can see when he flutters his naturally pretty lashes, winks at them, and stuns them with his beautiful blue eyes! 💙

When he gets extra playful and cheeky and he's satisfying his oral fixation with candy instead of with a cigar, he'll take out one of his big lollipops and lick and suck it loudly and suggestively as a tease of his skills and that really gets them worked up and they start finding it very hard to pay attention. Or even when he is smoking, the way he puts his lips around his big thick cigars while making eye contact and winking is an attempt at putting the thought of occupying his mouth with something else in their head.

If they're sitting close enough then he's sure to get handsy like he always does. He starts with his friendly hugs and kisses and handshakes, then he'll put an arm on their shoulder and bring them in like a friendly embrace, then he'll move his hand much lower down their back, and when he's being especially bold then he'll eventually give their ass a pat or even squeeze. While they sit, he puts a hand on their thigh and rests it there but slowly moves it along closer and will go all the way if he gets a reaction.

When it all works and he's clearly captured their attention, they can't hide the way their eyes wander and they admire his body, and he's charmed or worked them up to the point of excitement, he asks if they like what they see and whether they admit it or don't know what to say and get shy, he ends up showing off or even flashing whatever they were staring at and asks if they want to touch. If they're agreeing to go through with his business deal it's the way to seal it, or if he accepts their deal it's his way to earn it.

He aims to get them all flustered and blushy and then shyly accept when he finally takes it all the way and makes a move, or get them so frustrated and worked up for being teased that they snap and grab him because he likes when they take control and handle him roughly. Either way, he likes watching them get more desperate as he teases and it's a big ego booster when he succeeds, they make him feel wanted with their intense desire, and he gets what he wants in both business and pleasure. ;)