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#hold on#lemme put on my glasses#OH its a BITCH#naraku#ive never drawn him seriously#probably cause im incapable of taking him seriously#kekekekeke#shut the FUQ up oh my god#he listens to MCR and cries in his room#ITS NOT A PHASE MOM#i wanted to try a new way of rendering skin#too complex-dont like it#inuyasha#brain rot art
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how i imagine recruiting atlas for robotonia went (85 days left!)
#DID I SERIOUSLY DISAPPEAR FOR FIVE DAYS.... OOPS. SORRY GUYS T__T i was asleep#astro boy#astro boy 2003#specifically#atlas#plutocountdown#can you tell ive never drawn him before.#original post by wizard-email
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Why are we calling him "Alpha Dave" when we could be calling him "Big D"?
#or d-rector#like d erector#but seriously is big d not like the douchiest and most perfect name for him in keeping with strider tradition#im cryin#maybe hi also so maybe im just laughing at nothing#alpha dave#alpha dave strider#d strider#alpha bro#homestuck#god im not even kidding i swear im gonna start calling him that until it catches on#gonna have to canonize it in some fan fiction but what to write for it hmm#maybe fan art instead idk ive never drawn dave i dont think#ShitPost.exe#Cori.exe#also wanna clarify something here all dave striders are trans men hussie personally told me when he crawled out from my drain this morning#also also sorry if someone else said this before me i came up with it bc i walk talking about alpha daves big d energy
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notimdude horses...
#my art <3#notimdude#again#sorry i will stop after tonight#also ive never drawn postal dude seriously#its always been shitposts or yaoi#which always counts as shitposts because its never serious#i just find the wonders of the internet funny#i dont have any notes on notim because i originally started drawing him because to me he just looks like a depressed shire horse#and then i was just having fun with the dude design
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drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me
#sammy is a brown bear (like freddy). his mom is white like funtime freddy#then crying child is blue (like bon bon. and to go with lizzies bonnet pink) (theyre not twins in my au but they definitely act like it. so#its like cute.) mrs. afton is blue violet (rockstar bonnie) bc i was running out of colors. i had already assigned her blue anyway.#max is black bc i seriously ran out of rabbit colors. or! no wait shadow bonnie. thats totally the inspo and not i had made his ears black#already. i think thats literally every rabbit color available. the afton family is pretty big. ig vanny. who would go with vanessa. obvi bu#shes not in my au. or at least not an afton. and therefore not a rabbit. if she was though shed be white.#and if you havent seen any previously drawn ones henry and william are yellow (obviously. they already have fursonas. theyre the reason#everyone else gets one. LOL) micheals purple like classic bonnie (who... is purple even if it was then retconned. hes purple. look at#withered bonnie. i hate ppl who say its just lighting. thats a lie by big blue bonnie. he was literally purple and then he changed his mind#like i said lizzie is pink like bonnet. and then charlie is black like lefty. because duhh.#DONT ask me about how this shit works okay. the rabbit dated the rabbit and the bear dated the bear. bc thats what happened. theres not#here. the bears got divorced. and the rabbits. the yellow rabbit and bear are fucking#no um. i like willry but i think if they were really fucking. i just think things would go differently. henry's gay in my au i dont think i#he actually had a man to fuck he'd manage to have children. its not who he is to me. will is bi but he obv thinks henry is some exception t#him being perfectly normal and straight. everyone wants to fuck their business partner. otherwise youd do it yourself#ig they can fuck after. i hate when people do these boring aus where henry and william never get married and william isnt a murderer and so#like what? theres nothing? just a couple of guys? if im looking for fics where theyre fucking im not looking for a fic where everything is#nice and clean. be serious. can we at least have some angst about it being the 70s or are you too much of a bitch for that too#anyway.....#simons spouting#simons fnaf au#OH also if anyone reads this whats the stance on this stupid idea i have where sammy pretends he has a thing for michael to annoy max. bc.#their parents had a thing for eachother. and sammy and max have a more familial relationship. and michael and charlie have a familial#relationship. but michael and sammy have barely met and do not at all. is it pushing it? i was thinking yknow from sammys perspective that'#'his sons' dad but! like you can fuck your sons dad. that's not weird. unless thats the way youre phrasing it i guess LOL. but i guess#michael would be like. thats 'my sisters' brother. and that is not someone you fuck*. BUT this isnt michaels perspective its sammy being#annoying. and from sammys perspective that is NOT his sister and there for NOT his sisters brother. *also im pretty sure this is subjective#if youre just friends. yknow. the ethics of sammy using this to bother max is not on the table because i think he deserves to be a#a bit of an ass. anyway LMAOO fkdglfg. let me know if youd like ive got anon asks on. please dont judge me for not knowing this.
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I forgot about the June Prompts, sorry! I'm gonna go with flower crown 🌸☺️
Okay so I don't have as much of an answer as I want for this ask, because this specific prompt ties in kind nicely with my Mother Nature origin story I wanna put together!
So we have a little snippet of a little something and concept art of Terra’s sisters! Primrose and Violet! The only family she’s ever had.
Mother Nature “grew up” in a very tumultuous time. There was all kinds of constant fighting between sprite colonies for resources and land, essentially growing up in kind of a war time. Never knowing when the next raid will be, always having to prepare to defend yourself and your loved ones, it's mostly why she (like a badass) set up the realms system and relative world peace.
About those to individually: Violet is the levelheaded one. She’s basically acting chieftess as the previous one, Mother Irva, was captured. And she’s SO TIRED, she’s just trying to keep everything together as best she can.
(And yeah, her crown is based on her shield, and she wears Prims neck piece okay, I LOVE THEM)
And Primrose is the stereotypically bubbly one. She’s trying her damn best to keep everyone spirits up and helps put where she can, but doesnt want to step on her sister's toes, knowing how stressed she is already.
And the reason that flower crowns fit this diatribe is because Prim loved doing both her sister's hair. She gave Terra her first style with all the flowers in the world! And when Father Time eventually enters the scene, he takes over in her family's stead and puts flowers in her hair when she needs to destress.
Her entire origin story is probably gonna have to be a multichapter DEAL, but here is a tiny little snippet of the catalyst for first meeting Father Time.
She fell to her knees, tripping from a stray rock on her path, sliding on her side against the ground before frantically trying to get back up again. Desperately scraping against the ground until her feet caught and she took off running again, the adrenaline pushed away any pain from the scratches and bruises and kept the nymph running through the wooded forest. Her chest heaving with the pounding of her feet when a sharp arrow zipped by in her periphery. They were getting closer, no matter how fast she could run, or how much her body trembles trying to keep pace.
“PRIM!”
Her sister's voice called out to her from up ahead of the trail. Another arrow nearly brushes against her shoulder and lodged itself in the ground in front of her as she sprints. She sees her sister's figure quickly cresting over the hill far up the path, what's left of the townspeople farther ahead than her. She gets distracted by the familiar presence and falters.
A sharp whistle and a flesh splintering scream signals her downfall. She trips over herself and harshly lands back on the ground with a lucky arrow sticking out of the back of her calf.
“PRIMROSE!”
Her sister calls out to her and rushes back down the path, collapsing next to her on the ground. Obviously, the wound is treatable, she could even treat it herself had she the time; but that was the one thing they never seemed to have on their side.
“Vi get out, take it and leave…” Primrose sputtered through sharp gasps and grunts. Her tremored hand reaching back to take something from the satchel on her hip.
“No! I am not leaving you here, you are no prey animal,” Violet's hand stops her sister's hand. She brute forces her into sitting back up and standing, bracing her weight with Prim’s arm around her shoulders.
But they couldn't get even a few wobbly steps back on their way before more arrows came flying past them, and the mob they have been outrunning finally catches up to them. A horde of goblins charging up to the pair and surrounding them in a tight circle, on all fours, snapping their jaws at their ankles.
Violet instinctively takes out the small dagger from her leg holders, twisting and turning to survey the crowd, watching the archers prime their bows and the spearmen sharpen their blades, taking cautionary swings at them. She holds her injured sister as close as possible with her blade pointed to any of the attackers while looking for any kind of escape, only to find that there was none.
A goblin from the back in what looked to be a stone helmet, scrambled up on the shoulders of one of his soldiers to see the catch. He grins wickedly and shouts to his controlled masses.
“Take them! Don't bother being gentle, they have enough healing power to live.”
In the writhing mass of soldiers, a deliberate few ready the twine crafted nets. Prim yelps as one of them bites down on her good ankle, Violet doing much the same when another springs up to chomp down on her arm. The poking and prodding only intensifies, teasing the idea of beating them down senseless before capture. The warm closing in on them and attempting to drown the pair.
But in the middle of such an attempt the air suddenly shifted. The winds around them changed, shifted course with a hushed whisper on its back. The gale picking up speed catches the attention of the general.
“WAIT! Hold it!”
The assailants hesitantly stop, some still with their jaws clamped down onto the nymph flesh.
The wind continued to whisper, it howled as it grew colder, stirring suspicion in the general who cautiously sniffs the air and holds up the silent hand signal to his crew. The hunters on the outside circle turned to the woods around them, readying their weapons in whatever direction outwards, listening and waiting.
A sudden bright, blinding flash of the heavens shone down upon the horde from some unknown source. The army screeches and buries their collective faces into whatever they could find to save their vision, skittering amongst themselves in confusion.
Then the ground beneath them starts rumbling, breaking and eventually cracking under everyone's feet. The earth heaving and churning in on itself like the ocean's surface, violently tossing about like a storm, sending bouts of goblins flying in every which way. The ones closest to the sisters immediately break formation as they are pulled away and can only focus on staying on solid ground, to little success.
Violet and Prim also struggle for a moment before judding rock formations violently spring out from the ground, one by one diagonally forming a protective circle around them. Other such crags were summoned to further divide the army, sending more soldiers into the air to impact directly from the outcroppings or onto the writhing ground.
Before they could fully retreat, the wind pulled itself into a single spot on top of one of the rocks. Hovering and taking form on the rampart, the wind and leaves gave way to a body and color. A tall, dark-skinned woman perched carefully on the tip of the stone to look over the army in disarray. Her hair, wild and unruly, littered with leaves and petals, flaps with her cloak in the breeze.
The goblins look, and she sneers back, thunder heard in the not-so-far distance. She raises her arms out with her open palms aglow. “Tell your king that Terra sent you.”
A swift raise and flail of her arms sends the ground below them rip cording out from the center point, finally and violently dispersing the swarm. The light dims, and rows of goblins land on the now steady and unforgiving ground and quickly pick themselves up to scurry away as fast as their tiny legs could carry them. A handful of them did not get back up again, their forms glowing and disappearing into a bright red surge of sparkle, fizzing up into the air and making a b-line back to their forge cluster.
#aks#mother nature#oc#musings#the sisters never get to meet jack#he is way after their time#but they would've loved him!#I feel like I have a lot more to say but this is just from skimming all my stuff about them#their designs are NOT final#its the first time ive kinda seriously drawn them out so they still need#A LOT OF work#I have like THREE drifferent stories im trying to work on right now#I was in the middle of revisiting CC chapter 11#and kinda working on the Into the Shadows one shot#when THIS happened idk
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Can you draw Nestor please :D
sure!! thank you for leaving an ask!!!
#i apologise for the inconsistent art style#i will never change#ive never drawn him like. seriously?#this was a fun change of pace#thank you!!!#my art
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ok everyones asleep i can gush in the tags
#this is so corny but yall i swear on my life#i finished Breaking Bad s4 today - my first watch on the series so im not done w it BUT#ive seriously adored saul so much from day 1 just always so drawn to him#i even went thru phases where i never made him an official f/o but i still did that song and dance of like#drawing myself w him#and getting flustered whenever i see him#or think about him#and i was just listening to music and my sweet lord came on and it like#ITS SO FUCKIN DUMB it all flooded in at once how much i care about saul and how special he is to me honestly#GAHH#SO LAME OF ME RN IM NEVER USUALLY SO SAPPY LIKE THIS#rattling the cage of my enclosure rn#but in all honesty its just so.....wild. i have a bad habit of acting way too fast on crushes and such so to feel this intensely thats like#brewed for months and months and months is just#AGH!!!!!!!!!#i care jimmy mcgill. mr saul goodman. agh#bug.txt#delete later
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Hey guys is it just me or are the stars in the sky looking a bit weirder than usual
Alt version + tagging of the creators of all the starlos under the cut
I was messing with this static filter thing and ngl it looks neat
anyways. tagging avalanche time. Left to right up to down
RustyRedemption!Starlo by EldritchDream_ on twitter (THE BODY/PLANT HORROR IS JUST *chefs kiss*) edit: THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY GET TO SEE THIS LET'S GOOOOO @eldritchdream99 LOOK!! ITS UR SILLY!!!
AntiMatter!Starlo by ghoulishthingz on twitter (I KNOW YOUR NAME NOW FUCKER. v good one ngl it fucks severely)
Hero!Starlo by @zedleaked (he b t-posing baybeyy)
Goldstar by @s0ckh3adstudios (fun fact I named the layer he's on "I miss my husband Tails". also this is the first time i've drawn him. and yet i've drawn utg chujin thrice already which i think says something. not sure what but it says something)
Gilded!Starlo by @moreworldliness (I LOVE HIM SOSO MUCH I JUST WANT HIM TO BE OKAY PLEASE)
VOACT!Starlo by mee :3
Sirius by @here1snyan (I don't need to explain myself you already know how insane this man makes me you've seen the dog art)
Nebula by @llamapear (THE FUCKING GUY OF ALL TIME)
Starry screen buddy by @therealcallmekd (i love his girl outfit i had to draw it)
Fell!Starlo by @pantamonte (he's so silly i want to see him flattened by a steam roller /pos)
Lover's amalgamate by @silverika326 (literally obsessed with this concept you dont even know. ive wanted to draw them for so long)
Devotion!Starlo by @specklx (really proud of how the pose came out ngl. he serves so much cunt)
Apollo by @vastrophel (not exactly a starlo but the design fucks how could i not draw him)
Cat!Starlo by @fivepedal (i lov. kimty :3 )
Starfell by @stringsbasement-vitale (he gives off ACAB vibes you just know he'd be a redswap starlo hater)
Redswap!Starlo by @wist-eri (I'm sorry i had to do it. i have literally never drawn this man in a serious situation/taking the situation seriously and I'm not gonna start now)
Hollow!Starlo by @floataaaa (literally the design of all time i love him)
Alright that's all of them. I have drawn so many stars my god
also. art taglist time
@rotkad @sansxfuckyou @blackfright @beetroot-merchant @ashs-hellhole @h3xt0r @bree-sae @helloidkwhatimdoing-0 @zecrisketch
#nathan's notes#art#oh boy time to tag everything#undertale yellow#uty#uty starlo#uty au#ut yellow#rusty redemption#uty hero#utg#undertale gold#sirius starlo#nebula starlo#starry screen buddy#underfell yellow#vitale yellowfell#lover's amalgamate#uty devotion#apollo#cat starlo#redswap#redswap starlo#undertale hollow#hollow starlo#yippee done!! :D#anti matter starlo
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Um hi!! I just wanted to say I fucking love your work and everything you do and I’m so glad to say that you have officially made me into a papyri lover and I request that you continue to feed me with your amazing art and writing😇 (I’m literally folding for Rus and Dare’s relationship and not to mention Flipping fate has honestly got me hooked and never letting me go)
Also! If it’s not a bother do you have any tips on drawing the two skeleton brothers? (Aus don’t rly matter!) I just adore how you do it (sketches and the finished product) and I just wanted to ask ;,)
WAHHH THANKUUU 💖💖 Welcome to the ranks of Papyri lovers...!! (APOLOGIES IVE BEEN SLACKING ON THE PAPYRI CONTENT ;w; [and also. literally anything in general recently agdjcbdk]) ALSO sorry this took like. months to reply to agahamjdbhsmf,jj,,,, I made a whole thing. and then accidentally deleted said thing? so I had to remake it after moping for like a month.
Anyway, here is. a very messy breakdown and some tips!! That are hopefully helpful!!! It's mostly about faces but if you're interested I can also get into the nitty gritty of drwing skeletons but these are like. Sans and Papyrus specific parts (so mostly their skulls lol)
Skulls are both weirdly round, and weirdly angular (a sentiment that I read in a fic once and committed to heart apparently. Like... yeah. They ARE weirdly round and angled.) As always shape language is your friend (real bouba and kiki moments)
Sans has more of a... chibi face shape LMAO. If you've drawn those before it makes drawing him a lil easier imo. As for Papyrus...
He's a pain!! He's got lots of expressions and I usually have to redraw his face like sixteen times. His eyes are just like 2 fucking vertical lines and yet. AND YET. My beloved boy is so difficult. At least he has very expressive eyebrows. I also use the corners of his mouth to give him more range of expressiveness since he has no lips! Also the lines for his "individual" teeth... I can take it or leave it. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't!
I only give Papyrus lower eyelids because if you give him upper eyelids/lidded sockets he looks like Underswap Paps LMAO,,
Sans on the other hand has "lips" but doesn't use them hrkfhdk,, I always make sure to give him the little holes at the corners of his mouth as well.
Also that's all about their heads/faces so here's a note about how I do bodies which is. Shapes. These two are so Shaped.
Seriously though the best thing to do is just to try emulate other people's artstyles or pick out parts of them that you like and incorporate them into your works. Like how someone draws Sans' eyes? Try it and apply it!!
People also tend to draw the skeletons with slightly different facial proportions, so experiment with that and see what you like as well! I've gotten pretty good at eyeballing it and drawing them directly (with the exception of Papyrus around 40% of the time, wherein I have to redraw his face sixteen times before it looks good).
#SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY#GOD THIS ASK IS FROM FUCKING APRIL IM SO SORRY#inbox#my art#velwy.jpeg#undertale#tips! i hope it was helpful maybe.
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𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰
— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv
☆ radiostar is playin': forever always by the driver era…!
warnings: none taglist: @emidpsandia
He, apparently, was dead missing.
"He went alone on the mission with Python. He hasn't returned for three days now." A month later, Meg contacted you through an Iris message and explained everything that had happened. A month later and the days passed, nobody knew about him.
"We only know that he retrieved all the Oracles and the gifts of prophecy returned," Chiron told you, and Dionysus, for the first time, looked nervous and worried about his brother.
But if Apollo had succeeded in his mission, where was he? You hadn't dreamed of him either. Days went by and your anxiety grew.
"I didn't agree, but my brother insisted on pushing him to the limit," Poseidon said seriously, and Percy replied, "I think he took it too literally, don't you?" You suppressed a groan while your father scolded your brother with his gaze. Python was gone forever, but they knew nothing of Apollo.
"It's okay, it's only been five days," you thought, but you realized that every day you did it with a new number and without any news until almost two weeks had passed... Honestly, you didn't know how many times you had cried in all that time, you didn't even bother to hide it, and even your roommate requested a room change.
Lately, the time was bad in every sense. Thunder rumbled, and you hugged the pillow tighter, tears already rolling down your cheeks. The room was colder than usual; after all, you were alone in it. You accompanied yourself with the dim light of your desk lamp, and the flash of lightning illuminated the darkest corners. You realized you were crying over too many things, everything was very recent, you hadn't even finished processing Jason's death, and those lightning bolts... all they did was remind you of it.
"Wasn't it enough with him?" You wondered as you let out your sobs. Jason was his son just like Apollo, and if he led them both to death just to reaffirm his authority to everyone, you had no doubts that Zeus was a cruel father. The thunder shook the window, and you closed your eyes in anger, not retracting anything, even if Zeus annihilated you with one of his lightning bolts, you would never do so. Probably beyond, on Olympus, your own father struggled with annoyance with his brother, but even if Poseidon wasn't half the father that Paul was to you and Percy, he would never allow you to be harmed.
Your tennis sounded against the wet sand of the path leading to your favorite café. You walked in a ghost town with a hollow chest and the cold penetrating your bones, but it didn't matter because you already felt like those skeletons that Nico brought to the surface when he was in a bad mood; anyway, you moved forward to have a hot chocolate, it was Sunday, you had to have enough strength for classes the next day.
— Here it is — the lady said when you had just formed in line at the bar. You frowned and shook your head.
— Surely it's for someone else, I just got in line.
The girl smiled and looked at the label.
— Hot chocolate? —she asked in the waiting line, and no one recognized it, she returned to you and handed it to you again. — It was ordered in advance.
A joke from Frank? Frank didn't make jokes. But if it were, how did he know what you wanted?
You took it and looked at the label, it had a sun drawn on it that made you purse your lips. "Of course, it had to be," you thought bitterly and walked back taking the long way, the one that passed by the small Tiber.
The sunlight barely reflected on the water after all it was covered by the clouds, and you sighed as you looked at the huge body of water, your chest hurt. How did this happen? You would be better off if you hadn't entered that Grove, but you had to do your will, but you wouldn't have had those days with Apollo, which provoked mixed emotions in you again.
"this rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."
— If you wanted to marry me so much, come back and do it — you murmured with your nose buried in your scarf and tears stinging your eyes. You cut your step and faced the river that continued to shine coldly, the small cup you held slipped from your hands with each sob, and when you let out the first whimper, you let it go. However, it didn't fall. You gasped, and when you looked beside you, your breath left you.
Of those brown curls, only a few remained mixed with the blond ones, of the freckles you counted that last time you had him too close, there were only about three hundred instead of a thousand. He was taller, and his body more athletic, but he wore the same Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans from the knees. His smile was big and triumphant, the same blue eyes you had been waiting to see were just trying to memorize your fractions in the same way you were doing with him.
— And are you serious or are you just fooling me?— His voice. You threw yourself into his arms without considering if he could be hurt, but judging by how he looked... then you took him by the shoulders, he foolishly thought you would kiss him, but you just leaned back and kicked him in the chest with the skill that only you could have.
He groaned on the ground in a fetal position, and seconds later, he rose on his elbows with a confused look.
— Idiot — you shouted as you walked towards him and knelt to be at his height. Apollo couldn't help but smile like an idiot, and you couldn't help but hug him again. — Where the hell were you?
Your whimpering caused guilt in his chest, and he took care of your head as both lay back on the grass. He stroked your hair as you clung to his chest, wishing his scent would imprint on you to never forget it.
— Hey…— He called you, and you looked up, noticing tears in his eyes too. You cupped his cheek and, before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The first kiss. He closed his eyes, completely surrendered to you, feeling like he could finally breathe freely after months. When your soft lips left his, he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You couldn't see it, but Apolo had a flushed face and a knot in his stomach.
But you didn't need to see it, because as he hid in you, the sun broke through the clouds, shining brightly, almost lighting up the whole world with brighter colors than before. It was with that detail that you confirmed he had become a god again, and his feelings were showing to you in too many ways.
— I…— You spoke after several minutes of silence, causing him to sit properly on the grass with you, holding your hand. — I do want to be with you. I'm not just messing around, just so we're clear.
— Do you have an alternative? — He joked, and you gently pushed him while nervously looking at your hands.
— Fool.
— For you, of course — he cooed as he took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but you noticed that his skill to seduce without seeming like an inexperienced teenager had returned, and that's where your first jealousy arose because you wished only you could have that side of him.
— And only for me, I'm sure — you grumbled under your breath at having that thought, and he laughed.
— I was born to love only you, believe me.— Apollo said, getting up and offering his hand to help you. — And just like art, I'll be faithful to you.
— Wow, what a great poet — you took his hand, and he took you by the waist, bending down to touch his nose to yours. You never believed in the expression "like a Greek god" until he looked at you in that way.
— Are you going to marry me? — He stroked your nose with his while gently squeezing your waist. You nodded silently like a fool, and he gave you a peck on the lips with a smirk. — I just wanted to make sure, but actually, I don't need any of that to be devoted to you. You're everything to me.
He took your hand and led you along the edge of the small Tiber, which now shone fervently.
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— Apollo! — You shouted from the reception of the mansion on Olympus, closing the big door forcefully and looking at your husband playfully peeking behind his throne.
— Yes, dear? — You pursed your lips and approached him.
— Where are my things?
— Which ones? — He played dumb, and you sighed.
— From my bedroom at the university, where are they?
—In your room...— you raised an eyebrow — here.
You growled and pulled him to come out from behind the throne.
— I told you it would be until I graduated.
Apollo pouted and slumped his shoulders.
—But I miss you.
You smiled and hugged him.
— I miss you too, but— you stepped back and showed the ring on your ring finger —I have this, darling, and that's enough to scare off my classmates. I don't need to come down from Olympus every day when I can be in the dorms.
Apollo nodded regretfully.
— Alright, alright...— he snapped his fingers and smiled at you — everything is already in your silly university dorm.
You smiled and gave him a kiss. As you started making your way to the exit, he sighed.
— I'll see you tonight — he shouted, and you turned around smiling.
The Sun illuminates the beauty of the sea but never tries to contain it, and the sea shows the sun that even in the stormiest moments or the darkest nights, its light never fades.
#trials of apollo#apollo pjo#apollo pjo x reader#pjo hoo toa#heroes of olympus#percy jackson#pjo#lester papadopoulos#lester papadopoulos x reader#apollo x reader#apollo x you#apollo x y/n#lester papadopoulos x you
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i need to see Ethan in ur style o hmygod (not forcing though i just really like ur style)
Ethan for anon :D <3
ive never drawn him seriously. I remember doodling him on a whiteboard session once and that was it
#asksfordays#incredibox#incredibox fanart#orin ayo#incredibox orin ayo#incredibox tragibox#tragibox#ruben's art pile
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I noticed that Cress is sometimes illustrated in ensembles with a sunflower motif 🌻 Out of curiosity, does Verna have a flower associated with him too?
this?
i think this is the only one ive drawn, this was from. ummm 2017 wow thats old. i didnt have any flower symbolism in mind when i drew this, i just remember seeing a shirt and thinking he'd look cute in it. i was gonna say "i never think about flower symbolism so i dont have anything for verna" but then i remembered i was commissioned to draw verna (by @ccsnake1) in a flower crown a few years ago.
i checked old dms to see if i could find what flowers i was asked for him to wear, and then i saw *I* symbolically chose the fucking flowers and forgot. anyway he is wearing: thistle-aggresiveness purple hyacinth-sorrow, apologies purple carnations-impulsiveness again i dont think about flowers much so don't take any of this too seriously<3
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DAY OFF
genji x afab!reader | 3k words
u and genji get called off work for the day. so, sex!
porn without plot, i just honestly want him naked, morning sex, kitchen sex, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, not beta read (sorry too lazy)
A/N :: ok hi. first post on tumblr (i usually post on ao3 because it’s easier to forget about). been a while since ive written anything at all, but i need genji an astronomical amount. enjoy
you snaked your arms around genji’s trim waist, fingers delicating tracing those pretty scars of his. you pressed close to his back, leaning your weight onto it, relying on him to keep you standing at all. pressing a cheek to the cool metal of his body, you closed your eyes, sighing a quiet breath.
over half of his body was cybernetic now, but resilient bits and pieces held onto their life: his left shoulder, arm, collarbone, the side of his abdomen, his v-line, a few inches below the belt. well, more than a few.
“called us off of work today, you hear?” you murmured against his back. he was standing in the kitchen, one hand on the granite of the countertop, eyes focused on the trees outside. his free hand rose to form over yours, his thumb caressing your skin.
“yes, i did,” he replied, voice a little hoarse. it was still morning, after all.
you frowned, arms tightening a little more around him. you appreciated the contact. last night you were cursing the heat for ruining your beauty rest. now, you paid it your respects for making genji sleep in just his boxers.
your hand stayed on his skin, trapped by his stronger hand wrapped about yours, while your other gently ran over the cool metals of his abdomen, slowly moving to his happy trail as if it was gravitational pull rather than choice.
“too bad,” you started, fingers edging closer to the waistband of his boxers. “could’ve slept in.”
you heard him chuckle, felt the vibration of it rumble through his body below your fingers and face, still leaning against his back.
he moved his hand on the counter to over yours, pausing its movement.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he asked playfully; you could almost hear the smile that came with the question. you pictured the way his eyebrows would rise, always so serious but occasionally spirited. how little smile lines deepened when he smirked. the way his rosy scars crinkled when his eyes squinted and he was just red eyes hidden by pretty eyelashes.
“filling the time, i guess,” you answered, matching his tone.
he must’ve felt the way your cheeks rose with a smile and how your fingers ran little circles over the dark hair on his stomach below his hand.
“tease.”
slowly as if not to break the morning haze that settled over you both, he gripped your hands and pulled them off his body, then turned and faced you, leaning his back against the counter.
taking your wrists gently, he pulled you closer so you stood between his legs, eyes roaming over your body. a clear hunger that didn’t reside in his stomach.
“someone has to be,” you joked, feigning confidence. no matter how many times you stood in this position, you could never shake the consistent butterflies that rioted in your gut.
“well you work too hard,” genji started, dropping your wrist to take up your jaw, drawing your face closer to his. your body followed suit, pressing flush against his. his lips just barely brushed over yours, minty breath ghosting over your skin. “let me take over.”
a moment of expectation hung in the air as he paused, lips drawing into a smile just in front of yours. he was taking his new job seriously, it seemed.
you sighed, then finally he rewarded you, slowly making the contact. his lips were soft. a pillow beneath your own.
it was like he was needy, his free hand wrapping around your waist and pressing you tighter into him. his erection wasn’t hard to feel; he was always easy to excite.
the kiss was gentle, long, drawn out contact. he took it slow, easing his tongue over your lips. his restraint in the kiss opposed that of the rest of his body. his fingers gripped into your waist like he could squeeze out more of you to touch. his chest rose and fell deeply. you could feel him straining not to buck into you right now.
he pulled away, catching his breath. his cheeks were flushed, mimicking your own. and there was that signature smirk he wore, mischievous glint in his eyes as if you were the only one feeling the effects.
it was something he always preached about, but you could never really focus. something something honor, something something restraint. all you could focus on was how close he was to you and the sun shining on his visor. what was beneath it.
and now you were staring right at it. eyes all tired from lack of sleep and love-drunk haze. that stupid, stupid grin you just wished was between your thighs.
his lips twitched like he wanted to say something, his gaze darting between your eyes and your mouth. but instead of talking, he leaned down again and pressed his lips against yours. there was more desire. his hands traveled to your thighs as he lifted you up, and you were more than happy to oblige.
he pushed off from the counter. you wrapped your legs around his waist, shifting slightly at the need for friction. your hands rose, resting on either side of genji’s face, thumb caressing the scarred skin.
he gently bit down on your lip. you could feel the heavy breaths on your skin as he attempted to catch his breath, his need for air fighting his need for you. the latter was winning.
genji’s hands groped perversely at your thighs where he held you, savoring every bit of soft flesh against his cybernetics. he took extra care to relish as he dug his human fingers into your skin, but it was never enough. his robotic hand was a little rougher, not to mention cooler. you weren’t sure if the goosebumps rising on your legs and arms were from his touch or the cold metal of his body.
and it wasn’t long before he had your lips against his again, not wasting any time to make any conversation. just one night without that sweet taste of yours was enough to make him desperate, which showed in his actions. he was getting a little sloppy, his raspy breaths hot against your mouth, tongue symbiotic with yours.
he turned blindly so you faced the counter and regretfully pulled away from your face, lips all red. he set you down, standing between your legs and pressing his hands onto the surface either side of you.
and there it was, that little fire in his eyes again. the fire you had started, and one only you could extinguish thoroughly.
he pressed a kiss to your lips, softer than his previous, and then trailed down your neck, biting marks into your skin.
“you know, i haven’t had breakfast yet,” genji recounted against your collarbone, drawing his tongue over the lovebite. he moved back up, slowly retracing his steps until he reached your lips once more. “feeling a little hungry.” his voice was raspy, slightly quiet, against your mouth.
his hands moved from the counter to the waistband of your shorts, fingers playing delicately with the fabric. a soft kiss, followed by him moving that pretty mouth of his to your ear.
“got anything for me?” his voice was low.
you stiffened, shifting your hips slightly as the butterflies in your stomach got all excited again.
“i might,” you murmured back, followed by a short, quiet gasp. that cybernetic hand of his had grown bored of toying at your waistband and instead braced the fabric of your shorts right at your clit, running fingers over the area.
you could feel genji smile against your skin as he moved back down to your neck, his free hand supporting your back as you fought back writhing against his touch.
but there were simply too many clothes blocking you from him right now.
“genji, please,” you whispered, breathing out heavy breaths, hips beginning to grind against his touch.
he pulled his face away from your neck, chuckling as his eyes met yours. eyebrows narrowed, quirking inward a little, and that same smirk. scars sitting pretty on his face. messy black hair that had yet to be brushed.
“oh, come on,” he pouted, tilting his head. “now who’s the tease?”
you shook your head slightly. who knew what face you made; you were far more focused on his fingers just barely ghosting over where you needed it most.
he laughed a little, straight from the chest, and moved his hands back to your waistband. a necessary step for what you wanted, but you couldn’t help but feel a little empty without his hand between your legs anymore.
“fine, i won’t torture you,” he said, pulling down on your shorts. you helped, raising yourself a bit from the counter to pull them off. he took off your underwear with them too, tossing them on the floor to be cleaned later.
but it wouldn't be dinner (or breakfast) without a show, so genji raised his hands to your top and slid it off your torso, eyes settling on your chest. you noticed his cheeks get a little rosy.
he pressed some more kisses onto your lips, plush. his hands wasted no time in groping your tits, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
he groaned into your mouth, matching your own whimpers. his right hand trailed down your body to your legs, running teasingly over your thighs, quietly laughing into your mouth as you placed a hand on his arm to silently insist.
and then his cool metal fingers were on your clit again, finally making that needed contact, dipping down a little lower and moving back up to test the wetness you had been feeling build up between your legs. he rubbed slick circles over your clit, your back arching at the touch.
but desire had clouded his thoughts too and he withdrew his lips from yours, only murmuring a quiet c’mon as he lowered himself. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter. once you were where he wanted you, he pressed his hands to the interior of your thighs, spreading your legs wide to make room for himself.
it was no question after that, his hands sliding up to grasp at your waist while he beared his lips down on your clit, pecking kisses before swiping his tongue over it, smiling at the way you whined and shifted.
it wasn’t long before genji grew a little fervorous, working his way up and down your vulva, using his nose where his mouth wouldn’t suffice.
it was like he was a starved kitten the way he lapped at you. you were the holy grail holding every healing agent, you were jesus’s vessel bestowing him with all the youth and love and strength he’ll ever need. if only he could get enough.
he had you writhing beneath him, your hands tangling in that messy black hair of his, forcing him impossibly closer into you. his grumbles of affection and groans of sensuality hit a spot you didn’t even know you had.
it wasn’t long before he had you completely weak, unbelievable pressure building up between your thighs and into your stomach, your breaths heavier with each second he continued his ravaging.
“fuck, genji, i’m gonna-��� you started, barely able to finish your sentence as those butterflies continued their attacks on your intenstines, fluttering those light wings of theirs.
his grip tightened around your waist as a response, a silent allowance, as one of his hands moved upward to your chest. groping once more before teasing your nipple.
you found it hard to breathe as he worked his tongue over your clit. your legs tightened instinctively around his head, your head threw back, teeth clenched.
you could feel him chuckle against you as you came, your grip on his hair only growing tighter as you rolled your hips against his face.
he let you ride through the orgasm, only pulling up for air when your legs and grip on his head loosened a little. you looked down, chest heaving as you fought to catch any breath.
his face was slick with you when you finally looked at him. as if he couldn’t get any prettier.
you grew lax as he cradled an arm around your back. you were barely functional after that, but that fire in his eyes didn’t wane.
genji leaned forward, drawing his tongue over your lips before kissing you, forcing you to taste yourself. his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the skin. he was biding his time until you weren’t numb anymore.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into you: another hungry kiss. your hands tangled in his hair once more. you dragged your tongue over his lips, still slippery.
slowly, you caught your breath, and pulled away from him, resting your forehead on his.
“ready for round two?” he asked softly, red eyes opening to meet yours, search yours.
you nodded. genji’s lips curled up into a smile, removing his hands from your body to pull down his boxers. he looked painfully hard, and you almost felt a little bad you let him treat you so well without a quick reciprocation.
but genji didn’t seem to catch onto your guilt, or if he did, he didn’t share it. rather, he seemed entirely enamored with you; his pupils might as well be heart-shaped.
he ran a cybernetic finger over your vulva, testing the waters before pushing forward. though, his test worked, as you breathed out a moan at the contact.
he shifted his hand from you to his cock, pressing his tip against the slick of your previous endeavor. he grunted at the touch, unable to resist dragging his hand up and down himself before pushing a little forward into you, slowly so you could adjust.
your arms tightened around his neck, softly moaning as he stretched you out. genji murmured a string of curses under his breath as he pressed deeper.
once your pelvises reached each other, he stopped for a moment, raising his eyes up to yours. he reached a hand up, taking in every emotion stapled shamelessly onto your face. all the pleasure, acclimation, desire. your eyebrows drew together as you looked at him, biting down on your bottom lip. you shifted helplessly on the counter, attempting to satiate that need for friction.
“come on,” you urged, eyes flicking down before returning back up. “don’t stop there.” it was a mutual need; you could feel the way his cock throbbed impatiently inside of you.
there was an airy laugh from genji before he gently shook his head, positioning his hands on the innards of your thighs and pushing them out, spreading you wide just for him.
“you’re in charge,” he responded, that smirk once again, of course, following it.
he moved back, just almost pulling out, before he thrusted back into you, eliciting a moan from you and a deep groan from him. it wasn’t long before he had picked up a steady pace, bucking his hips into you, those pretty, needy groans of his accompanying every movement.
your nails dug into his back, desperately searching for any sense of relief as he filled you completely.
you leaned forward impulsively, taking his lips in yours. you two were in a motion together, rocking against his hips and vice versa. the feeling of his cock thrusting into you made you bite down on his lip once or twice by pure accident, but those accidents kept repeating itself once he drew his fingers over your clit, rubbing circles over it incessantly.
there was that familiar feeling growing in your lower gut, a tight, contained pressure threatening to blow you open at any second.
there was barely any room for words besides the curses you both moaned and each other’s breathy names, but it wasn’t like genji needed to be alerted of your second orgasm. he could feel the way you tightened just right around him, making each thrust a little more forceful. his groans grew a little deeper, much more guttural and desperate.
your fingers dug more painfully into his back, fighting past flesh and metal; it was all the same right now. his fingers, cock, him in general, all of it refused to ebb away. genji was nothing if not enduring.
you buried your face in the crook of his neck, moaning out his name as you came once more; even more intense than the last, and him continuing to pound into your used self wasn’t helping. it left your legs shaking, each thrust hitting just the right nerve to keep any control off your legs.
as you struggled to recover your breath, you felt genji’s fingers dig into your thighs, his movements becoming much less uniform and far more sporadic. he groaned, burying himself in you completely as he came inside of you, chest heaving. his body grew lax over you, his hands losing their tight grip. they slid up, running up and down your waist.
for a moment you both sat motionless in silence, hearts racing in synchronicity. he pulled back, raising a hand to cup your cheek. you leaned into the touch.
genji pressed a short, soft kiss to your lips before meeting your eyes. he looked exhausted. you figured a shower was due.
“could use some more days off,” you joked, breathing out as much of a laugh as you could manage.
he nodded, thumb stroking your face, eyes unable to tear from yours. morning haze or love-drunk; you couldn’t really tell.
#how do i make him real#genji shimada#genji overwatch#genji x reader#genji shimada x reader#fanfic#overwatch#overwatch fanfiction
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hello!! (uhm this is my second anon thingy I don’t think you responded to one which is perfectly okay absolutely no pressure!! ^^)
uhm this is taking a lot of courage bc im super anxious when it comes to like talking/typing but I just wanted to say that I just respect you a ton, your art helped me in a lot of ways (I kinda mentioned this in the ask but I wanted to elaborate hope this isn’t odd ;-;) your art inspired me to get into saw, and an art school! so I just wanted to thank you and hope you’re doing well (sorry for the cringe…)
also uhm I have two questions
1. how do you draw Adam so good!?! (I love how you shade his hair especially!!)
2. how do you watch so many movies?
okay.. that’s all you don’t have to respond I just wanted to thank you, you’re so awesome,, (I hope this isn’t weird T_T p.s love ur Donnie Darko art too!)
Oh this one got a lil bit of a kick…
TERRIBLY sorry i missed your message that time!! 😭 you have no idea how much this means to me, i’m SO SO HAPPY AND GLAD that i could help to inspire you (even a little bit) to get you into art school!! THAT IS SO AMAZING TO HEAR!!! You’ll def face some challenges but the fun never stops!! 🥰✨❤️ friends in art major are also some of the most hilarious people i’ve ever met—you’ll be having a great time!! ❤️✨
Okay now to answer your questions…
1. THANKS SO MUCH!!! GLAD YOU THINK SO 😭❤️❤️❤️ ive drawn him about 300 times now more or less… not always spot on granted but i guess practice is key😭 for the hair shading i just took inspirations from a lot of artists HAHA
2. This is clearly jobless behavior of me LMAOOO (in all seriousness i watch movies to unwind and relax… so they are what gets me through the day AHEJRJKFK)
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[[Sepandarmazgan]](King baldwin iv x reader)])
Part2
[Jerusalem- 1182]
Sibylla's pov:
I wasn't there the day that the young traveler appeared on my brother's path with her long hair and strange black clothes. I had gone outside Jerusalem with some of my companions to meet balian. When I came back, I realized that the story of my younger brother's acquaintance with that stranger has become a new topic for any conversation.
All the people were asking one thing: who is this girl who is not known where she came from?, what is her origin?, how come the king of the holy land took her seriously and almost bowed to her?...
Since I have been used to seeing everyone bow to my brother since childhood, I never thought that one day he would bow to someone as a sign of respect. He only bowed in supplication before the statue of Jesus during worship, not before lesser and ordinary persons. That's why I didn't believe what I heard. But when I returned, Raymond confirmed the matter, and as I've never heard such a loyal person tell a lie till this day, I was forced to believe that Baldwin had kissed the stranger's hand at court, in front of everyone.
Besides, as Tiberias said, this uninvited guest who seems to be y/n of Persia, is destined to stay with us from now on.
Who is this stranger who suddenly came down from the heaven with a basket and just appeared in front of him? I wanted to look for her and see her with my own eyes. As soon as I saw Tiberias, I asked him: "Then why can't this girl be found?"
Tiberias silenced me by whispering: "Shh...his majesty and Lady y/n have gone to that bedchamber and closed all the doors."
From a distance, their voices sounded like whispers, but it was impossible to understand what they were saying. I was going that way when Tiberias stopped me again.
:"You better wait Sibylla, they don't want to be disturbed."
Guy de lusignan's pov:
...the long days in Jerusalem are not easily over. But they did not come out, the next day was the same, the next day again...how many words did they already have to talk to each other? What could the king of Jerusalem have in common with an ordinary person?
...One week passed, another week was the same... The servants and physicians lined up behind together every day and left the that leper's medicine , fresh bandages and food behind it and left. Although every day more delicious food was cooked than the day before, baldwin and y/n seemed to eat nothing but a piece of wheat bread and a bowl of milk and left the rest behind the door.
The order of the court was messed up. Every day that passed, I became more nervous and curious; I'm always calm, but this time it was different. At different hours of the day, I would stick my eyes to the door and look inside the room. I eavesdropped tirelessly every day. What if this girl knows about the caravan that Reynald and I robbed? as that orange-colored traitor said: "You should be afraid of famous people"...
But in any case, I did not see anything special. The curtains were drawn halfway. Except for the few words I stole in the air, the only thing I could hear was endless whispers. When there is nothing to see or hear, a person starts to fantasize in his mind. Maybe something has happened to the girl...
Once, Sibylla surprised me while I was listening to the door. she was angry and surprised. I think she also came here out of curiosity and wanted to know what kind of long story this is. Honestly, women are naturally curious. they can't help it.
My princess's eyes became like wild cats and she whispered her words in my face angrily.
:"You have no right to eavesdrop here. Since when did you worry about your king? You are not even allowed to enter this corridor."
Thank God I always keep my excuses in my pockets already: "Your lover now has the support of your brother. I have thousands of Knights and Templars at my disposal, and I have the power to do anything without his permission, but before that, I must remind the king that I am asking for your hand in marriage, otherwise your son's rule will be nothing but destruction... I came to talk to him, but it seems he has a beloved guest who never gets tired of being with her almost a month everyday..." I don't know why, but suddenly I laughed at the thought of it. wondering what just happened there...
(To be continued...)
#kingdom of heaven#king baldwin iv#baldwin iv#kingdom of heaven 2005#the leper king#art#artists on tumblr#movies#fandom#quotes#imagine#fanfic#fan fiction#pov#x reader#reader insert
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