#oh well u.u

[aveloka-draws]

Hello there! I absolutely adore your work, it is scrumptious, delectful, the muted colours and chaotic gremlins you draw change my brain chemestry.. I do have to ask, though, fellow artist.. Do you, perchance, have any ocs, any personal work not related to fandoms ? I'm curious to see them 👀 If of course you're comfortable with it lmao-

Hi! Aw man thanks for giving me an excuse to draw them, its been a while with certain cult occupying my two braincells n.n"

Here are some from 3 separate stories I got.

These are Trask and Nathaniel, they are trying to find a way out of a giant labyrinth/machine. They gotta fight off other survivors on the way.

This is Sylvia, she's looking for her friend Oskarii's bodyparts to put them back together.

And Aless and Levanney, two spooky siblings living in a haunted forest.

[jinanreona]

First the hunter, then the dragon, and now one of the eels. Why does he attract all the weirdos...

[cola-losers]

I will always be mad youtube deleted my eddsworld channel, I had literally every single episode and upload and whatever in order!! That took hours

[tidaltow]

Scott looks at him like he’s crazy. And for a moment there, Percy believes him.

Because as he comes down from that battle high, he not only begins to gradually feel some of the pain wake up, but he notices he’s been smiling this entire time. He keeps smiling. Against Scott’s reprimands and worry (which must’ve been pretty funny to outside eyes: the way both of them were totally moming each other). Against any of those blossoming aches. Percy just shakes his head, and if that’s not enough—? He lets out an airy laugh.

Is he out of his mind? Yeah, sure. What’s new?

I can hear your heartbeat, Scott reminds him.

“Oh yeah. Always forget that. Still feels invasive. Consent first, man,” Percy says as he finally shifts to stand up. Naturally, that’s where the injuries take their turn yelling at him, and as he sets a hand down on the ground to push himself up, his entire shoulder is like Nu-uh, young man. We don’t do that here. Stay down. To said shoulder’s dismay, though . . . Percy’s never been good at following orders.

—for now, he does remove his weight from it just to take stock. Which begs for more questions, as a cursory glance shows nothing visibly wrong, but flexing that arm makes his entire bicep flare with pain. He takes a moment to sift through the adrenaline-blurred memories. It’s not hard to put things together. Percy recalls flying at some point when it’s not something he can typically do, then crash-landing into that shoulder because it had actually been the venti tossing him around like a sack of potatoes. Nice.

“Stupid storm spirits. I was trying to work on that arm,” he grumbles, and like that’s the biggest issue here, his smile finally ebbs. His attention moves back to Scott. “Seriously: I’m fine. But I guess I should probably thank you, huh? You handle yourself pretty dang good in a tight spot.”

scott would put down money that he doesn't have on the other guy looking worse than percy, but he'd also bet that percy is completely out of his mind. not that he has room to talk — adrenaline's great, until it wears off, and the whole werewolf healing thing could not be weirder. still, that's the entire point. he can heal, faster than normal people can ( or as ' normal ' as any of them are, which isn't normal at all ).

so, yeah, he's concerned.

again.

" what do you mean what happened? " the fact that percy sounds like a school principal and scott's own mother, simultaneously, is a little jarring. " dude, you happened. what the hell were you thinking? actually, don't answer that. you totally weren't thinking. "

and he wasn't about to stand there and let somebody die, whether they told him to hang back or not. scott eyes him for another beat.

then, " are you okay? i mean, i know what you said, but i can hear your heartbeat. "

[msbunnat]

thank you for your answer, in any case I was already very excited by your comic and I cannot wait to read more about it!

I honestly cannot understand the people hating on your work. I feel like fandoms has been invaded by a wave of purity/moral policy that shouldn't exist anymore. it's even more wild to me knowing you're working on a greek myth, and the greek myths are KNOWN to have many versions. that's the beauty of them in my opinion, the way these authors all wrote their own versions and they passed them to us. I love the fact you picked Ganimedes, and you decided to explore both Zeus and him. And the mystery you keep about your relationship really makes me wonder which take you will follow!

and speaking of take, I really enjoy yours on Zeus. Gods are complex beings, and sure they're problematic (like duh) and bad, and everything but it's funny how people will decide which pick for who. Like everybody love Poseidon but oh boy, he can be as bad as Zeus people. So yeah, I am actually excited to read the way you're gonna write him! I don't hate Zeus, sure he does seem one of the "worse" when reading most of the myths, but my favorite thing is the way you can love one god in one story, and hate him in another. they're immortal beings. they're not just black and white. so I happen to enjoy when authors write Zeus as more than just a big bad villain. But I also enjoy when they just don't make him a "sweet lovely daddy".

Oh by the way, I didn't know the version of Metis abusing him and I'll have to look into it! We had a more "feminist" vision of her myth in my class, so it's not something that was talked about hmm.

Also, my bad for saying he died. It was a sum up because of him turning into a constellation. I cannot say we studied this myth so unfortunately I don't have sources to help you on it! It's assumed he lives on forever young but the fact he turns into a constellation is why people think he died?

Thanks! I want to post soon, but I'm so tireeed ;w; I prefer to make people wait and do a good job tho.

About the hate... People re affraid (artists have to much power kkkkk) and we live in a time that you need to share your opnion to get validation. In my case, they need to say that Zeus is bad and hate on him and me so they know they re on the rigth side and have good morals. And even after all this, I think its a good thing they just warning people, that way I can get to my real target that can enjoy characters more complex that re not good or evil, but mess up beings (that includes Ganimedes). And even if people in the end critizied my aproach, its also fine, I dont claim to be perfect and just hope that even to the mad ones, they feel inspired to create their version as well. I think they forgot that, like, they can have their version and will be as valid as mine, dosent matter the story.

(I really enjoy everything about Ganymede, if people go and do their versions, its a plus to me! More about him is best for me heheh. I came across two versions of Ganymede on tumblr and I LOVE BOTH!! I really want to do a fanart of the second one, but I'm a lil afraid if they dont want to interact with me, which is fair, but I'm just judging by the dark aproach on the myth, as a horror story).

Thanks for liking my Zeus u.u I'm really more found of him, as I think about his past, but I'm trying not to focus to much on him! He steals the scene to much!!!

About Metis, its not a version, but a interpretation. I'm looking to see if I find a sourse, but anyway, its intresting, since they met when Zeus was still young. And there re some greek myths with female abusers, so... its something.

Oooh! I see. hm... I never see the constelation as a death, so its not clicking with me, but I understand. Any way, I kinda dont like the constelation, for some reason looks wrong to me, but its a valid version and Im totally using the aesthetic kkkk

[finniestoncrane]

hello my dearest most darlingest finnie!! 💕💕

first, HUGE congratulations on 2k! you absolutely deserve it and I am so happy to be counted amongst your followers 🥰🥰

second, the concept and visuals for your 2k celebration are soooooo fun and well-thought out!! like yes please I would love to go to the movies! u.u

third, I do have a request to make for your celebration, if I may ☺️ could I snag a couple front row tickets for my date with farrell!penguin? we'll be seeing the romantic comedy! oh and could we also grab a hotdog 🌭, some frozen yogurt 🍧, and a rainbow cookie 🌈?

of course feel free to make any changes/adjustments that you'd like! 💕💕 I trust your genius completely u.u

but anyway, huge congrats again on the milestone! I hope you get a lot of fun requests! 🥰💕☺️💖

also I know I'm usually here as peng-anon, but I decided to show up to the movie theatre sans disguise today lmao

eeeeeee thank you charlotte!! you are such a sweet friend ;-; also i am pretty pleased with the little cinema theme, even if those lights on the marquee are wonky and took what felt like a year of my life to do lmao 💚🩷 cw: fluff fluff fluff, clumsy kisses 🔞minors dni🔞 send a request • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

Oswald took the time to give the staff at his club personal employee evaluations. Part of his ethics, remaining in touch with the people, keeping the business running smoothly. Anything to not be like Falcone.

Most of your colleagues were nervous, and that was understandable. Oswald Cobblepot was a formidable man, and to have him sitting in front of you in his office as he critiqued your work was enough to have inspired three panic attacks in various staff members already.

You were nervous too, but for slightly different reasons. You actually hoped he would critique you, offer you room for improvement. Because if he was nice to you, it would only serve to make the little crush you'd developed on him even stronger.

Unluckily, sort of, your entire hour had been filled with praise and kindness. Oswald had nothing bad to say about you, and was instead lavishing you with kindness and flattery.

"Trust me, sweetheart. You're doing a great job, I wouldn't keep you on staff if you weren't."

It couldn't hold out any longer. Your body had to give in, and the first thing to go was your face. Your lips curled into a goofy smile, cheeks flushing warm and red. When you felt the heat, you tried to cover them, noticing that Oswald was chuckling.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Cobblepot!"

"What are you sorry for?"

"For blushing like a school girl, just because you were nice to me!"

"Oh, don't apologise, I think it's adorable."

It would have sounded patronising from anyone but him, but you could tell it was genuine, and the way he followed the words with a soft smile made you melt even further.

"It's just... it's so silly to get this flustered over you, like I have a chance. Like you'd ever feel any kind of way about me, it's just so..."

Oswald reached over the table, placing a hand on your cheek and silencing you completely as you gazed at him, wide-eyed. Unsure of what to do, you stood up and thanked him for his time, still blushing, now worried that you were overstepping some boundaries by letting slip how you felt.

He followed you to the door, holding the handle to open it for you, but before that, he leaned in, making an attempt to kiss your cheek. But you shrunk away, unsure of whether he meant to kiss you, and his lips slipped and met your chin instead.

"Mr Cobblepot, I'm... so sorry."

"No, no, I got the wrong idea. Shouldn't have done that... Sorry, sweetheart."

Bravery sparked up. You couldn't miss this opportunity.

"Oh no! It's ok, it was my fault... uh... you could try the other cheek. Second chance?"

He smiled, a grateful grin as he leaned in once more.

"Very classy... A bit European... and I'm not about to turn down the offer."

You turned your face, presenting your cheek to him, feeling the rest of your body fill with warmth as he placed a kiss on your skin.

[summertaters]

OH MY GOSH ARE YOU KIDDING THESE ARE SO GOOOD!!! I love love love your old stuff!!! The little grouchy faces are hilarious 🤣 and watching your style growing in each picture is so cool!!

My favourite was probably the aggressive Kacchako kiss, that’s how I always picture their first, with Bakugou just going for it 💜💜 I’m assuming that’s from a BurnedStars777 fic (I also love their work and have read all of them so I can’t remember which one it’s from 😂)

I would LOVE to know what your costume redesign would have entailed, even just in words, I’m always curious about other peoples design ideas! Like what were those things on Uraraka’s shoulders? What ideas did you have for Bakugou? Only if you want to though, no pressure.

Thanks so much for these, I really appreciate your art so much as I’m sure you can tell!

I hope you keep enjoying drawing too, so if you ever feel like it’s too much pressure please feel free to take a break, I’ll be okay!! I just want you to know that I’m not expecting art from you, I never want it to feel like you have to draw something ya know?

Anyway Thank you so much again, your Art is such a gift and I’m so grateful you’re sharing it with us!!

Hahaha, thank you~ Glad you enjoyed seeing them!!

Yes!! I think I took dialogue from BurnedStars777 'The Art of Conception' and reworked it to be a first kiss situation? xD I could also be misremembering tho lol.

((I picture a very slow burn where finally Bakugou just GOES for it!! It's a bit awkward and rough, but so them~))

This post gets a bit long, so I've added a break-- Art Below~

Since you're curious- I went and did some new rough-ups of the general ideas I had back then.

^ Uravity redesign. Mainly white and blacks with small accents of pink.

A jetpack and boot/calf thrusters to maneuver in the air better. A bit more of a practical helmet with a cute 'halo' look. (Angel face)

She'd overall still have a very cute and round look, but just a lil different!

^ Dynamight redesign. Ripped sleeves, 'handles' on his shoulders + hips (for combo moves with Uravity). Mask slightly altered too.

Biggest change is the gauntlets and gloves that I gave him- open palmed gloves ('cuz the idea would be his explosions would be more potent that way lol. )

Asymmetrical gauntlets- Left side clusters of grenades that could be detached and thrown. Right side a smaller version of his iconic grenade gauntlet. Both gauntlets would have the sweat gathering tubes attached to gather his explosive sweat and store it.

They both would of course still have their matching dots u.u

They're very rough ideas, that I'm sure could be improved upon, but I had fun thinking them up :3

Anon, you are so kind and sweet. I'm so grateful for your support, it really motivates and inspires me- I have so much more art planned in the future! You really make me feel like I'm part of a community <3

I try to take breaks here and there to not overwhelm myself (particularly my wrist will sometimes flare up) So don't worry <3 I really appreciate your thoughtfulness and care!!

I hope you stick around to see what else I have in store for you, and I wish you well! xoxoxo

[tadpolebrains]

Hi!!! Hope you're doing well. I really like your headcanons. You make the character voices really shine through in your writing, it's very satisfying to read 😌 also they're very sweet

So in the spirit of being fun, cute and silly, are the main 6 ticklish? How do they deal with a Tav that initiates tickle fights? (Or just. Attacks. Depending on their disposition i guess). Type your words writing one

Hello to you too! Tysm dhdhdh- I’m glad my silly little ramblings reach people’s brains <3

I shall type my writing words now u.u

Bg3 Companions: Ticklish?

Lae’zel would immediately clock what you’re doing as either an attempt to catch her off guard in an attack, or a spar, depending on how close you are. So much as attempt to start a tickle fight with her, and you’re going to be wrestling on the ground within moments. She does not understand the concept at first, which makes it a bit awkward the first time you do it, as you find your legs swept from under you and your back against the ground almost immediately. After taking a moment to try and explain no, you weren’t attacking her, she… still doesn’t entirely get it. Forcing laughter out of someone? Perhaps an efficient torture method for her to store in her mind for later. Phrase it as a ‘tickle fight,’ though, and well, she must master this new form of combat, of course. She is a bit ticklish, but you really have to target the right places, and… you don’t have many chances before she just demolishes you. It’s the lighter traces along her scars, or in the softer skin of her elbows and behind her knees. She also has to be comfortable enough with you to actually let herself laugh- otherwise she’ll just stifle it as to not show weakness. Or restrain you before you can even get the chance. Regardless, you will get utterly wrecked in any attack you try to make.

Astarion hates the idea of it, at least initially. He doesn’t like being forced to do anything, and especially lacking control over his own body/reactions. Any surprise attacks, especially from behind, immediately get him on the defensive- he’ll act all snarky and give disapproving clicks of his tongue, trying to cover up the fact that he just flinched pretty noticeably away from your hands. It isn’t until much later down the line, once he’s started healing a bit from his trauma, that he’d possibly enjoy it. Even then, it’s light, and expected. Little scribbles against his sides as you two are walking, or teasingly behind his ear is you’re cupping his cheek. His neck, especially where his bite mark from Cazador is, is off-limits. Brings up bad memories. But laying in bed, snugly against each other, tracing light lines along his sides and chest, tickling enough to have him all smiley without forcing full-on laughter out of him? That’s great. Helping him adjust to non-sexual forms of intimacy.

Gale. This man is definitely ticklish. I think there’s literally a line about it in-game if my memory serves correct. Now, is trying to sneak up on him and tickle him while he has the Netherese Orb in his chest a good idea? Debatable. He’d definitely make several comments through his laughter about it being a horrid idea to target the man who could level a town with such an assault, though he’d be laughing so hard it might not be all that comprehensible. Tara has definitely taken advantage of his ticklishness to get him out of fixating on things from time to time, nuzzling pointedly against his neck until he agrees to put a book down. I can imagine him being in the middle of some long-winded explanation, having gotten way off track from the initial conversation, and to get him to stop you just reach over and scribble a few fingers against his neck, making him squawk in protest and scrunch up his shoulders. He’d likely retaliate using a mage hand, poking at you during unassuming moments during the day and pretending to be intently focused on something else when you turn to him with knowing eyes. Hm? Oh, no, it definitely wasn’t him. He’s been looking at this rock the whole time! Now, fun fact about rocks- hey, get that hand away!

Karlach is an absolute tickling monster. At least, once she has her touch back. She’ll take any excuse to get close to people, so spontaneous tickle fights? Absolutely. Not only will she go along with it, but she’ll spring at you when you least expect it as well. She has the strength to push you away or take control easily, but oftentimes doesn’t use her full strength for the sake of fun. Her tail will be wagging as she laughs openly, not even trying to hide her enjoyment as you both tousle around on the ground. If she laughs too hard with the engine, it might still flare, but hey, just adds to the fun, right, soldier? …either way, maybe keep it under control. Will want to cuddle afterwards, especially if you both end up on the ground. She’ll definitely sneak some little tickles in there as well as you lay there afterwards. When you look at her with playful accusation, she’ll swear that was the last time with a too-wide grin on her face that tells you she’s lying.

Shadowheart would be caught off-guard the first time it happens, snorting with laughter and shoving the offending hands away. She’d act annoyed, but be secretly impressed that you even had the nerve. At times that she’d sassing you, little pokes at her sides have her lips twitching up into a smile. Especially at camp, since her camp clothes expose her sides. Will cackle almost wickedly if you really manage to get her good. She gets a little more snarky when she’s in a more playful mood just to egg you on. Snide little comments followed by small snickers when you have the expected retaliation. When she’s had a few glasses of wine, her laughter gets more open, and she may even loosen up enough to get you back, blending in with the shadows to bide her time before springing at you, catching you off-guard and getting her revenge, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Hmph, not so cocky now, are you?

Wyll will absolutely take the excuse for some light-hearted fun. He’s definitely ticklish, and a bit embarrassed about it. After all, a princely-like heroic man devolving into childish giggles isn’t exactly charming in his books. However, joint laughter shared between you two is a blessing he won’t pass up. You may notice a slight huff of laughter that first night you dance together, your hands against his sides making his lips twitch in a smile. If you don’t use it against him then, the opportunity arises later. Little slow-dances at night as you graze your fingers over his sides or his lower back, getting soft huffs of laughter out of him as he shakes his head in amusement at your antics. He doesn’t usually retaliate in those softer moments, but if you come at him with a playful attack, he’s quick to shoot back with a mischievous grin on his face. Provoke the blade at your own risk.

[askyuuandco]

TW: Angst but Wholesome. Happy Father's Day

------Flashback------

Yuu's Father: *reading the papers*

Kid Triplets: *peaking from the door watching their father read* :o ... Yuu's Father: *knows his girls are there* Girls. Please come in I know your out there. <:) Kid Triplets: *come in laughing and giggling* Daddy! XD Yuu's Father: *picks all three of them up* Hello my little 明星 (movie star idk how say plural :'l) . How was your day at the park? <:) Kid Triplets: *hold out gifts for their dad* >v<'/>.</>u< !!!

Yuu's Father: *gasp* What's this? Kid Yuu: It's a present for you Baba <X> Kid Amy: HAPPY BABA'S DAY!!! XD Kid Evelynn: Happy...Baba's day... <:> Kid Yuu: Happy Baba's Day. :D Yuu's Dad: Oh girls...You didn't have to give me a present. Kid Triplets: But we made it for you Baba. :'0 Yuu's Dad: *burst into comedic tears and accepts the presents* Thank you my dears I will treasure these for a life time. Yuu's Dad: *pick them up* Just as much as I treasure all of you *gives them all kiss* Kid Triplets: *giggling and laughing* --------end Flashback----- Yuu: *making father's day gifts for all the teachers* <:L Grim: What are you doing henchmen? :< Yuu: making father's day gifts for the teachers. Grim: why the heck are you doing that for? Yuu: because since I can't 100% see my dad right now I thought I'd make them presents too. And Prof. Trien might not be able to see his kids right now either so I thought...why not... <X>

Grim: okay then kind of sounds sly but okay Yuu: *pouts* It's not silly it means a lot too me! >X0 Grim: okay okay! I guess teach's lounge right? >.> Yuu: yep. ^v^

------------Teacher's Lounge------- Staff: *talking to one another* Yuu: *knocks on door* Prof. Trien: Come on in. U.U Yuu: *comes in holding gift baskets* H-Hello <:> Sam: Oh Yuu little imp how ya doin'! :D Vargas: What's with the gift baskets? Is there a special occasion? :D Yuu: *embarrassed blushing* Well from my realm it's Father's day and...* starts mumbling embarrassed* I'd like to give you guys these... @/////@'///

Staff: !!! :0 Crewel: Oh sweetheart you didn't have to go through all of trouble to make or get us anything Vargas: *elbows Crewel* Hey come Divus she made us gifts we can't say no right? >v>

Crewel: *happy blush* I guess not...okay come and bring them over Yuu: :'D *comes over and gives them all presents* Vargas: Dumbbells! Sweet! Thanks Yuu *ruffles up her hair* Crewel: a Dalmatian print tie *little tears come down his face* Thank you Yuu. ;v; *gives head pats while fixing the hair that Vargas messed up* Trien: a mug with Lucius's face on it. Thank you Yuu I appreciate it very much. UvU *gives her a side hug* Sam: Yo I got a mega phone! Sweet! Thanks little imp! >X3 *ruffles up her hair again* Crewel: Damn it Sam I just fixed it! >X0 Crowley: What about me!? ;0; Yuu: =.= ... *gives him his present* Crowley: *takes the mug* "World's Decent Dad" Yuu: *mumbles* you're welcome... >.> Crowley: *cries ugly* THANK YOU ;0; *gives Yuu a big hug* Yuu: Crowley your squishing me! DX< Yuu: *mumbles* I love you too...*pouts* Staff: *chuckles and laughs together* ---------------few hours later-------- Yuu: one more person...actually two more but I'll do him a little later =v= *walking down the hall* Light Music Club: *chatting away* Yuu: *runs up to them* Lilia-Senpai! :0 Lilia: Ah! Why if it isn't Yuu-Chan. How you today? :3 Yuu: I'm good...um...here >///< *hands gift bag with cute bats on it over to Lilia* Lilia: A present! For me! Oh you shouldn't have! X> Lilia: What's the occasion! :D Yuu: *embarrassed mumbles* I-It's father's day in my realm and I thought of you and you know... Lilia: *hears her loud and clear* OvO oh! OOOOHHH!!! *gives her a big old hug* Lilia: Thank you little bat you didn't have too I will treasure this gift bag with my life >w<

Yuu: *hugs back* ;v; Lilia: Now let's me check what's inside >X> *opens the bag all excited* Lilia: A World's Greatest Bat Dad T-Shirt, A bat shaped mug, an acorn bracelet, and a card?!?! *crying and hugging Yuu tight but not too tight* Thank you Yuu-Chan you truly made my day! ;v;

Yuu: <X'> your welcome. Yuu: Read the card later though... <XP Lilia: I promise I will ^u^ ----------2 hours later----- Yuu: *comes back and goes to the makeshift alter she made* ... Yuu:*looks at the photo she paint of her father on the alter*...Happy Father's Day Baba...I miss you very much... U_U *pays respects to the alter and leaves her dad's favorite snacks on the alter and then tells him about her day*

Ghost Dad: *watching from a far smiling and content* UvU

----Meanwhile With Lilia---- Lilia: okay what does the letter say...*reads it allowed* Lilia: "Dear Lilia, Thank you for being an impactful person in my life. Thank you for being so loving and kind too me on my first year in being in Twisted Wonderland. You treated me with respect and love and I appreciate that very much. Although seeing you in your past also through me out for a loop especially how you and mom would butt heads sometimes Lilia: ...was really...shocking...but refreshing I finally got to see what my mom's teen/young adult life was...Sincerely your niece...Cassidy Y. Irving... Lilia: ... :0 *processing* Lilia: *still processing* ...my what... Lilia: *realization* MY WHA- (.OAO.)'///

[asukaskerian]

Meet my Cousin Scotty, the saddest biggest anxiousest baby.

He's 2, has never been inside a garden-less apartment, can't eat if he's alone, and SHEDS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.

At least he doesn't howl. u.u;;; oh and he has a very gentle play-bite and learned how to walk at heel and not pull with my dad in less than a day. My aunt is gonna mess that up the second she gets him back but oh well.

He's a lot easier to live with than the humans niblings XD

[cafeleningrad]

okay okay, fem!Robb has a high appeal to me for multiple reasons in inspecting her role as eldest child of the Stark House, gender dynamics etc.

From a romantic perspective it would be so funny though. When the first discussions come up who her fiancée should be, Robb dramatically declares that she so necessarily needs to marry Theon. "For the peace between the North and Isles. My husband, the young Lord Reaper, and I would speak for the north." Measter Luwin bringing up how things are a bit weird with the Boltons at the moment, and Domeric is an accomplished nobleman, well-liked, kind, polite, clear blue eyes. "Sansa can have him them." Robb waves this idea away. "I mean, a fine gentleman would fulfill my heart. But as eldest daughter I totally can only think of the benefit for our house. What are blue eyes against diplomacy and mending old wounds? Oh father, I HAVE to marry Theon. For peace's sake, of course. u.u"

[hoffstrap-yuri]

For Sickness and in Health (Insurance)

ao3 // masterlist

*SUMMARY: Agent Strahm was by the book when it came to solving cases. Being honest about his marital status was a different story entirely.

*RATING: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*CONTENT/TAGS: M/M, Hoffstrahm, Coffinshipping, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Fake Marriage/Dating, Fake Relationship, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe

*STATUS: Chapter 2/2 COMPLETE

Author's Note: First Chapter of this fic can be found here! I'm back with the smut I promised in the tags! This is a bit longer but I felt the events of this happen in one go so I broke up the chapters the way I did to keep the flow of the story in tact. As always please enjoy my little crack and let me know if you'd be down for a sequel. I do have a tenative idea if anyone's interested u.u

The rest of the night was mostly uneventful. Strahm ordered in something for the both of them from Olive Garden. They ate mostly in silence, with the sound of rerun episode of General Hospital playing on the TV. Something about Sonny’s brother or son… not that Hoffman could keep up with all the characters on the show, but Strahm seemed mildly intrigued. Either he was a big soap opera fan or he was just looking for mindless entertainment to fill the void. It didn’t matter much either way for Hoffman. He laid down on the bed before making a sarcastic comment,

“You couldn’t spring for two beds, cheapskate?”

“This was the only room they had on short notice.”

“Then you should’ve found a different hotel.”

“Oh and what, find some dump over in Rosslyn on the other side of the Potomac? Fat chance.”

“Sounds like you have a nit to pick with Virginia, Agent.”

“So what if I do?” Strahm brushed off whatever it was that seemed to be on his shoulder and lied in bed next to Mark. There was a noticeable gap between the two of them as Strahm sat up to turn the TV off. He rolled over onto his side and faced Hoffman, before realizing it was a mistake and turning onto his other side just as fast. Mark turned over so his back was facing Strahm’s before purposefully inching his body closer to the man but not enough that Strahm could protest it. While Hoffman continued to toss and turn, he listened to the man’s snores. How Strahm managed to fall asleep so quickly was beyond the detective but it was comforting in its own strange way. Hoffman flipped back over so that his face was in line with the back of Strahm’s neck. He prayed the other man was a heavy sleeper as he slung an arm over Strahm’s body and held him against his chest. When the agent didn’t seem to react to the intrusion, Hoffman wrapped his other arm underneath Strahm’s neck and let his hand rest on Strahm’s chest.

“Good night, Hubby.” He whispered in Strahm’s ear before shutting his eyes and finally allowing himself to fall asleep. The intrusive noise of an alarm clock woke Hoffman up, practically jolting out of bed. He looked bitterly over at the agent next to him who rolled over to face the man. Strahm took a second to process another person being in bed with him, and then another to process that Hoffman was leaning over him with frankly gorgeous messy bed-head hair. Rather than say anything, Strahm pushed the other man away from his space, and sprinted to the bathroom. He came back out a few seconds later and grabbed his toiletries and his clothes for that day before promptly locking himself back into the bathroom. Hoffman felt around the bedside table on Strahm’s side for the TV remote so he had some kind of noise as he was in the process of waking up. After about five minutes of Strahm in the bathroom, Hoffman called out to him,

“You’d better hurry up, I still have to do my makeup.”

“I’m just shaving now.” Strahm shot back. Was Mark getting under the other man’s buttons

“I might have as well gone down and gotten breakfast for you the way you’re taking so long in there.”

“Alright, alright.” Strahm stepped out, rubbing aftershave onto his neck, “All yours, princess.”

“Thanks, dear.” Hoffman passed the other man and lightly slapped his ass. Strahm turned back and looked at him with disgust as Hoffman got into the bathroom. He set everything on the counter out so that he didn’t have to think about anything once he was finished showering. Strahm knocked on the door after he stepped out of the shower and asked,

“I’m going to grab coffee, you want anything from downstairs?”

“Coffee and some kind of muffin. Blueberry if they have it.” Hoffman replied, holding the eyeliner pencil in his hand. It couldn’t be that hard to draw a straight line along his eyelid. Hell he’d done it for Angie’s prom makeup. All he needed to do was remember that…

“And if they don’t?”

“Then skip it.” Hoffman scoffed

“Both or just the muffin?”

“Just the muffin,” Hoffman rolled his eyes before cursing under his breath, “Dumbass.”

“I’ll be back in five.”

“Make it ten, stupid.” Hoffman pressed the pencil against his eyelid and tried drawing the line in one foul swoop. It went terribly. The pencil dragged against the skin and looked like Mark’s hand had just decided to give up. He groaned and used the sink water to wipe it off and start again. The dark black kohl when washed away made it look like he hadn’t slept in years. Determined to get it right this time, he went back in and lightly drawing in short strokes. With the lack of practice, there was no way in hell he’d get a winged look done in time, so he moved on to his brows. He slicked them down until they were about as thin as the eyebrow pencil was and tried to make a defined arch with a combo of hairs and pencil. Strahm looked at disgust in the mirror. Strahm must know a blind guy in HR because this makeup was not going to fool anyone with less than a 20/200 eyesight. He took a deep breath and continued working on his face, applying a shade of foundation that was considerably orange with a concealer to match. The concealer seemingly helped to clean up the dark circles his eyeliner had created and the define the shape of the brows better than his handiwork could do alone. Next it was time for blush. It was a bright pink that didn’t seem to fit the foundation all that well, but it was pretty in the tin. Last was the lipstick. Hoffman lined the edges of his lips with a bright red lip liner and filled it in with a mousse lipstick. He blotted it and cleaned off his teeth with his finger tip as the makeup had smeared onto them. He looked repulsive, but he had to throw the wig on still so he begrudgingly put the fake hair on. He still thought he looked off, but at a glance he figured he could probably get away with this after all. Now was the real struggle, the clothes. Mark had bought something a little extra while Strahm was putzing around in the bathroom at the mall the previous day. He sucked in his gut and put on the waist trainer he purchased and a push-up bra that Strahm was more than happy to buy his partner in crime. He gave his chest a little squeeze before stepping into his dress and zipping it as far as his big fingers would let him. He heard the room door open and some shuffling noise before Strahm announced that he was here.

“Can you help me with the dress?” Hoffman asked, unlocking the door so that Strahm could get in with him. Strahm stepped in and looked at Hoffman’s back, his middle and index finger tracing their way along Hoffman’s spine. He pulled his hand back before helping the detective zip up. Hoffman turned around to face him, hooking his arm around Strahm’s waist before purring in a low woman’s voice, “What do you think of your wife, huh?”

“I…” Strahm started before clearing his throat which turned into a coughing fit before he could recover and said, “Got you a muffin.” “You’re the best.” Hoffman took his other hand and pressed it firmly against Strahm’s pecs before sidestepping him to get his breakfast. While Hoffman was peeling the wrapper off the muffin, Strahm stood in the bathroom absolutely stunned for another minute. He was only snapped back to reality when Hoffman’s voice dropped back down to its natural tone, “Come on Agent, your coffee’s getting cold.”

“Yeah.” Strahm shook his head and grabbed the disposable cup before chugging the coffee inside. He threw the cup into the bin and said quietly, “I’m going to go warm up the car. See you in a couple minutes.”

“Whatever you say.” Hoffman twirled the ends of his wig around his pointer finger before rolling his eyes and finishing his drink. Before leaving the room, he grabbed the keys and did a quick touch up on his lipstick that had stained the white of the Styrofoam coffee cup and walked down to where Agent Strahm had parked the car. He walked with a bravado he tried to steal from Angie when she had bought her first pair of heels as a teenager. He saw the way men were looking at his ass in the elevator. He smirked with the quiet satisfaction that apparently he was hot enough to get heads turning as he made long strides through the lobby and to Strahm’s car. He leaned against the driver’s side door as he saw Strahm taking a drag off a cigarette. Strahm dropped the cancer stick onto his lap and quietly cursed before putting it out on the plastic cup holder in the car,

“The hell do you think you’re doing over there?” He looked Hoffman up and down

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I’ve been trying to quit for 10 years.”

“Shame. Hand me one and light it for me.” Hoffman said leaning down into the window. Strahm shoved a cigarette into the other man’s plump lips and lit it quickly. Mark took a drag off his cigarette before letting it rest on the side of his mouth and giving Strahm’s hair a quick scruff. “Thanks babe”. He walked to the other side of the car and sat in the passenger’s seat. Strahm put the car into reverse quickly and started driving to the office. While they waited in traffic, Strahm would flip through the radio stations to see what had changed since he last made a trip down to DC. Mark kept flipping the sun visor down to look at his makeup while the other man shouted obscenities at tourists for not knowing they needed to merge back into traffic sooner rather than now. Mark wrapped his hands around Strahm’s arms as he swore and that seemed to calm the other man down enough where his obscenities would be mere grumbles. “Good boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Strahm protested

“My darling dearest husband?” Hoffman offered

“You can use the other one.” The agent mumbled as he made the turn to get off the tollway and onto local roads. They pulled into the parking lot and after showing his ID and confirmation of his appointment they were let in. Hoffman wrapped his hands around Strahm’s arms again and whispered into his ear

“Pretend I’m telling you something funny, and look down at the floor.” Strahm did was as he was told, giving a little laugh as he stared down the tiles underfoot. Hoffman repeated, “Good boy.” They took the elevator up to the offices where Strahm unhooked Hoffman and stood on the other side of the space. “Get back here.” Hoffman said between a faked smile, “What if someone gets in with us and sees us apart?”

“I’ll tell them to go fuck themselves. You don’t need to continue this show and dance in here.”

“And how are we supposed to sell the act?”

“We’ll be fine.” Strahm assured Hoffman. When the door opened and they got off, Hoffman’s arm found its way back to resting against Peter’s tailbone. The receptionist checked Peter in and they sat down next to each other before being greeted by another agent and following him to his cubicle space.

“So Mr. and Mrs. Strahm…” He started, “What’s your wife’s first name?”

“It’s…” Hoffman started to answer before Strahm quickly interjected with a cough. Hoffman slipped back into his falsetto and waited for Strahm to answer

“Marka. Her name is Marka.” Strahm replied, “Yeah. Mail order from Russia. Doesn’t understand a whole lot of English.”

“Oh, interesting. I actually just started learning Russian… Um, privet…”

“Sorry, Belarusian. Belarusian mail order bride.” Strahm corrected himself

“Da.” Hoffman responded, batting his eyelashes hard at the agent before them

“Oh that’s a shame. Don’t know any Belarusian. Maybe I’ll trying taking courses someday.”

“Super helpful.” Strahm cracked

“Okay so… your wife Marka Strahm. Do you have her papers?”

“I no have.” Hoffman replied, “but is okay, yeah?”

“Okay.” The guy looked over the two of them. Strahm wasn’t sweating bullets but he was certainly on the edge of his seat. Hoffman crossed his legs in his chair and rested a hand on his husband’s lap, inching closer to his bulge. His bulge? He gave the agent a look for a second, before turning it into a look of confusion.

“I am doing right, yeah?” He asked Strahm

“Yeah, you’re doing fine honey.” Strahm pressed a hand against Hoffman’s stomach, “We’re trying to make sure this one has coverage before the baby.” Mark blinked rapidly as he processed what bullshit Strahm had just said. Was this his plan from the beginning?

“Do you at least have your marriage certificate?” The agent asked Strahm

“Yeah, right here.” Strahm handed over a piece of paper before quickly scribbling in something while the agent wasn’t looking. Hoffman couldn’t keep himself from looking and he saw that Strahm had managed to poorly write ‘Marka Hoffman’ over his previous wife’s name on the certificate. He gave Strahm a look that only could be read as ‘Are you fucking stupid?’ The agent scanned the document and added it to the database before excusing the couple but not before saying,

“Oh and congrats on the baby.”

“Thanks.” Strahm quickly replied and guided his bride down the hallway and back into the elevator

“Well that could’ve gone better.” Hoffman scoffed and looked at Strahm, “The hell were you thinking?”

“It didn’t go as bad as I thought it would.” Strahm shrugged

“Oh you thought I was going to do poorly, huh?” The detective raised his voice, “And what the hell was with you fondling my stomach like that, saying I was pregnant, you stupid idiot. Dumb motherfucker. I bet you like this, huh?”

“What?” Strahm coughed, clearly not expecting this to turn into a confrontation

“That’s right, I was palming your bulge in those stupid pants of yours when you touched me. I bet you love questionable men tuning into fat broads for you with some makeup and dresses, huh?” Hoffman started but could tell he struck a nerve with Strahm. Strahm was cornered and he did the last thing he could think of to save any sense of self preservation he had left. He pressed his lips desperately onto Hoffman’s and moaned into their kiss. He wrapped his arms lazily around the other man and sucked at his bottom lip. “Oh… oh what a slut you are, Peter Strahm.”

“S-Shut up.” Strahm pulled himself away from Hoffman’s lips, but not off of Hoffman’s body. The door opened to a group of young agents waiting to use the elevator. Strahm quickly scuttled off the elevator without much dignity, while Hoffman walked off with confidence. Strahm tried to duck quietly into the bathroom but Hoffman followed him in and kicked open the stall door before Strahm could lock it. Strahm cursed as the door swung back into him and looked at Hoffman with a certain kind of lust. Was it a carnal lust, or blood lust? Either way it didn’t matter to Mark in this moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was all just some big kink for you, huh?” He took Strahm’s chin into her hand and jerked his head around, “That you like men that act like fat broads?”

“Would you really believe me if I told you that?” Strahm growled, placing a hand on the door behind Hoffman and pressing his weight into the heavier man. Despite his anger, his lips made contact with Hoffman’s forehead first and he took in the smell of Hoffman’s wig. He used his free hand to wrap around Hoffman’s waist and pulled the man in even closer. Hoffman was tired of waiting with Strahm. He pulled him in by his tie for a kiss on the lips and wrapped the tie tightly around his hand. Strahm made a quiet coughing noise as he was being depraved of oxygen in all the right ways. Strahm shivered and bit down on Hoffman’s lip. “I need you.”

“How?”

“Want you on me.” Strahm groaned

“You’re a man. Use your fucking words.” Mark was short with him. Enough with the lies, enough of the bullshit. Was that agent they talked to even an HR person or was he just another part of the ruse? He wouldn’t accept anything less than Strahm’s breathless devotion to him in this moment.

“I want you like a rabid bitch, bouncing on my cock.” Strahm said in a husky voice, pained with want. You would’ve thought Hoffman shot him and left the hole opened the way he whined.

“There. Was that so hard to tell me?” Hoffman spit out. Hoffman pulled up his dress and when he stumbled back a little bit Strahm’s arms moved to keep him held flush against his chest. “So strong.”

“Stop teasing and let me fuck you already.” Strahm said, before kissing Hoffman’s neck with every intent on bruising or marking him

“Take my panties off.”

Strahm took his arms away and slid the waist trainer down off Mark’s hips, leaving them at his ankles, “I was wondering how you got those hip dips so… nice.”

“Just shut up. You want to fuck me, then hurry up and fuck me you stupid asshole.”

Strahm slips the lingerie barely holding Hoffman’s boner in down and onto the ground. He stares for a second before he takes a hold of Hoffman’s body and spins it one-hundred eighty degrees so that Mark’s face is up against the cold steel. He takes Hoffman’s hands and holds them over Hoffman’s head, using his feet to spread Hoffman just little bit further apart.

“Will you be a good whore and if I let go of your hands so I can get my pants off, you’ll keep them where they are?” Strahm asked

“Anything for my husband.” Hoffman said with a hit of sarcasm. Strahm pulled his hand away and to his word Hoffman kept his hands over his head. He heard the sound of Strahm’s belt being unbuckled and pants falling to the floor. Without so much as a word, Strahm was thrusting into Hoffman’s ass. “Fuck Pete.”

“Yeah, say that again.” Strahm grunted

“Fucking hell… no one’s ever been able to satisfy you like I have, huh?”

“No.” Strahm replied between thrusts

“Sure you might’ve had fat partners but they could never please you the way that I do, you stupid pervert. I bet no one’s ever felt this good on your cock like this fat broad, huh?”

“No…” Strahm managed to cough out between broken moans

“No what? I’m not the best you’ve ever had, or no one’s ever compared to me?” Hoffman’s foundation was getting smeared all over the door of the stall as Strahm kept chasing his release

“You’re the best… no other…” Strahm made one final loud grunt as the tension that had been pooling in the bottom of his stomach came out in short bursts up Hoffman’s ass. When sense seemingly returned to his head, he took Hoffman by his jawline and kissed his cheek. “You’re taking it so good…” His lips sloppily connected with the one chiseled feature Hoffman had while his hands trailed wildly across Hoffman’s body. He was feeling up the bra that Hoffman’s chest was confined by, rubbing the other man’s stomach and kneading at the tender fat that rested just above his belt line in his normal work clothes.

“Fucking chubby chasing pervert.” Hoffman cursed under his breath while wearing a giant smirk. Strahm even brushed up against the erection that Hoffman had been trying to ignore up until this point. “Don’t touch me if you don’t intend on getting me off here, Agent.”

“Fine, I guess we’ll just have to save it for our hotel room.” Strahm pulled himself out of Hoffman’s hole, making sure to dirty up Mark’s inner thighs with his cum before cleaning himself off with a piece of toilet paper. He pulled his pants up fast and helped the detective look semi-presentable as they would walk out the entrance and back to the car. There was no saving Mark’s makeup, he’d have to walk out of the bathroom with half his dolled up face gone and the other half determined to stay on in spite of the sweat beads dribbling down his forehead. As Hoffman took the first step out of the stall he paused at the sink and held onto the porcelain tightly. He had no idea how much it would fucking hurt to walk after he got fucked. Strahm didn’t seem to notice the pain he was in as his hands squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Agent, you’re losing your cool.” Hoffman teased him

“It’s all I’m good for apparently.” Strahm shot back, making one more desperate attempt to be connected to his detective partner with benefits. He kissed along the hem of Hoffman’s neckline before walking out of the bathroom completely

“Fucking tease.” Hoffman huffed as he washed his hands and followed his fake husband’s lead and met him in the hallway. Some men happened to walk by in that moment, and after giving Strahm a once over look, they continued their conversation they were having previously. Strahm quickly wrapped an arm around Hoffman’s waist and led him out of the building. Hoffman wrapped an arm around Strahm’s neck and crooned for him as they passed the guard they dealt with early that morning to get in. They were over the top in their display of newlywed affection, but they were definitely selling it. Strahm barely made it to the parameter of the car before Hoffman was pushing him into the vehicle. Strahm’s hands found their way back to caressing Hoffman’s ass cheeks as his tongue worked its way into Mark’s mouth.

“Wonder who’s watching us, don’t you Agent?”

“No.” Strahm moaned, wrapping his hands around the back of Hoffman’s neck. “Get in the car.”

“Fine. No need to be so rough, agent.” Hoffman unhooked the other man’s hands, purposefully rolling his ‘r’ along his tongue for longer than was necessary. Strahm unglued himself from the side of the vehicle and shoved himself into the driver’s seat. He backed the sedan up with reckless abandon and sped out of the DMV. He pulled into their hotel parking lot and before he could shut his car off, Hoffman’s hand brushed over Strahm’s hand on the gear shift and locked their fingers. He pulled Strahm’s hand up to his lips and kissed Strahm as he locked eyes with the special agent. His special agent. “Wait.”

“What?” Strahm mumbled. Hoffman fumbled through his purse and pulled out his tube of lipstick before applying a fresh layer, only to use the back of Strahm’s hand to blot it off. It left a clear impression on the detective’s skin and Strahm bucked his hips up a little in response. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re a damn tease.”

“If I’m a tease, then you’re a con man.” Hoffman quickly countered, but acquiesced and got out of the car. He leaned up against the window and flashed their key card, “Hurry it up, hubby.”

“I’m hurrying.” Strahm remarked, wrestling with his seat belt to get out of the car that much quicker. Hoffman was five steps ahead of the agent and purposefully closed the door behind himself in the elevator. Strahm hit the door once before getting looks at from the family who had just stepped off. Strahm made a beeline to the stairs, thanking god they were only on the fourth floor and practically sprinted up the stairs. Nearly out of breath, the agent made it up to the door of their room and felt himself up to find the hotel key, only to realize that Hoffman had the only copy on him. He knocked on the door and Hoffman opened it up. It took him seconds to get to the point where Strahm could slip in, but with his level of arousal Strahm could’ve sworn it took Hoffman hours to open the damn door. When the door closes behind him, he pins Hoffman’s back to the door and they enter another cycle of sloppy, wet kisses between the two men.

“Careful agent, my back goes any further into this door and you’ll tear the damn thing off its hinges.”

“I’d enjoy that.” Strahm growled

“I bet you would, dick.” Hoffman smirked, wiping his smeared lipstick from the side of Strahm’s lips. Strahm glanced to the side as something black appeared in the corner of his eye. Hoffman’s stretched out waist trainer laid on the floor and there was a much more noticeable curve underneath Hoffman’s dress. “Now tell me Agent Strahm, what do you need from me so badly you came running up here all out of breath for?”

“Maybe I was just coming for some post-coitus cuddles.” Strahm replied dryly. Strahm tried to kiss Hoffman’s lips again, but Hoffman turned his head away. Strahm’s lips however did connect with the wooden door

“Just answer me, then we’ll both get what we want.” Hoffman’s fingers walked along the back of Strahm’s neck, smoothing down the raised hairs in his path. Strahm shook his head, trying to overcome the goosebumps that were spreading across his body with anticipation

“I’m going to fuck your tits.” Strahm blurted out

“Dress on or off, you pervert?” Hoffman leaned in and bit down on Strahm’s lower lip

“On.” Strahm pulled Hoffman over to the bed, guiding the detective over by his wrist. He shoved the detective down onto the floor on his knees before him. He ran a hand through the fibers of the wig and pulled on the back slightly, moving the hairline back to reveal Hoffman’s natural brown. Hoffman shot him a look before fixing his wig quickly. “This isn’t going to work…”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Here.” Strahm pulled Hoffman back up onto his feet before shoving him onto their bed. The detective unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide off onto the floor. He carefully positioned himself over Hoffman before sitting on Hoffman’s ribs. The shift in weight was enough to make Mark miss a breath of air and he glared up at his agent. “Just hold your boobs together and take it, princess.”

“So fucking rough to your wife.” Hoffman griped, but held his pecs together and gave Strahm a perfect divot for him to fuck himself with. Strahm shoved himself between Hoffman’s chest and let his eyes roll to the back of his head. With a thrust Strahm was swallowed by pleasure. The fabric of Hoffman’s dress gave him a rough surface to fuck against while his ass kept pressing itself up against the soft fat of Hoffman’s belly. Strahm came almost unceremoniously quick, stopping his thrusts to make sure that his semen filled the divot in Hoffman’s chest where his head connected to the rest of his body. When that crevice was full, the semi-fluid matter spilled down towards Hoffman’s collarbones. When he was spent, Strahm carefully crawled off the man below him and laid on his back on the bed. Some dull thing began to ache along his spine. They sat in silence for a moment before Hoffman sat up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. Strahm was almost ashamed of his stamina, but remembered he’d already used up more than half of it back in the FBI building. Hoffman came back out, this time without his clothes or his wig and lied in bed next to Strahm. When it didn’t seem like the agent was going to make the first move, Hoffman rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around Strahm. Strahm made a soft grunting noise as the other man’s arms snaked around his back. Hoffman went one step further and kissed Strahm’s cheek before turning Strahm’s face towards his own.

“What?” Strahm gave him a confused look

“Aren’t you going to hold your bride? You couldn’t keep your hands off of me earlier.” Hoffman protested

“My back hurts.” Strahm complained, but scooped an arm around Hoffman’s shoulders. He was nice enough to lift the covers up over their cooling bodies. “Good job.”

“Huh?”

“Good job. With the fake marriage thing.” Strahm’s face turned a soft red

“My pleasure, honey.” Hoffman rested a hand against Strahm’s stomach before pressing his lips onto Strahm’s. Strahm returned the kiss quietly and moved his free hand to rest against Hoffman’s cheek. He thumbed the soft flesh before humming a tune. “You know…”

“What do I know?” Strahm responded

“This was a shit honeymoon.”

“Huh?”

“Hell you don’t even buy me a ring, and the first thing you do is make me sign off on some papers. Really gets the blood going.” Hoffman scoffed, “At the very least, you could take me out for a real dinner.”

“Fine. Tonight?”

“No. I want something when we get back. I’m thinking somewhere in the village?”

“I fucking hate trying to park in the village.” Strahm complained

“Or midtown.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“I know I am.” Hoffman purred ever so slightly, having more fun with this back and forth cat and mouse game with Strahm than he could have ever expected.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Ohhh how about 2, 3, 6, 15, 25, 90 and 99 for alistair/kala, lilian/bela/(AND MERRILL‼️‼️) and ari/josie :]

[ask game]

Oooo so many, thank you!! >>:]

2. Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

Kala/Alistair: hmmm. I wanna say Kala? Neither of them is super fussy but, well, Alistair is the one who is more likely to neglect his own needs (consciously or subconsciously) and Kala Will notice and react to that very quickly

Lilian/Isabela/Merrill: Isabela. She isn't pushy about it thought or babies them so they don't mind; and, well, she is usually right about it lol

Ari/Josephine: both lol. They're both stubborn bitches who overwork themselves and are both exasperated when the other doesn't take care of themselves. They do get somewhat annoyed about it sometimes but it's also part of their love language.

3. What is their love language?

Kala/Alistair: For Kala, in general, acts of service; favours that come with no strings attached. Most of the time any sort of service is a transaction, where she would neither want to offer nor be offered a favour. I don't owe you, you don't owe me, it's a Done And Dusted deal. So for her acts of service aren't only "i am doing this because i care about you" but also "i do this because i trust you to not take advantage of it/ i appreciate that you trust me the same way".

With Alistair specifically it's mostly touch, from both sides. She also makes an effort to remember being verbally affectionate, since it's something Alistair thrives on but she isn't very good at. Over time they've compromised by developing their own little sign language with things like say, finger tap patterns for things like "i love you" or "proud of you" or asking for a kiss

Lilian/Isabela: She is. Incredibly bad at saying I love you out loud rip. So instead she says it by letting you sleep in while she does the laundry and walks the dog (she hates getting up early btw). By walking you all the way to your doorstep after a late night out even if it's a detour. Also, by buying you little trinkets or other frivolous things. This one took her a long time to accept because she kept thinking it's vain and silly, but really it's that what makes it precious to her. Giving someone something for no reason but "this made me think of you" or "i thought you might like it"

For Bela i think a lot of it is spending quiet time together, away from eyes, away from Being Perceived, where they can just. Exist in the same space and be mundane and sappy together. A lot of it is in the Commitment TM. "I am doing this For You and With You, On Purpose"

Merrill is very very verbal and touchy with her affection, but she also shares Lilian's love for gifting trinkets. Downtime spent together is also always precious, of course (especially since postgame she doesn't see the other two nearly as often)

Ari/Josephine: He is very good at taking note of little things his loved ones like, and going out of his way to arrange those things, preferably in a way where they don't notice that it was him so they don't feel indebted or obliged to return the favour (also he loves watching their reaction). Also, if there are little ways in which he can make Josie's life easier or take weight off her shoulders he will gladly do so.

Josephine also does this for sure, but her affection comes in the form of touch a lot, too. Small gestures in public/formal settings when she can get away with it, but in private she is an absolute cuddle bug. This was slow at first because Ari started out a little uncomfortable about it, but it was mostly because he wasn't sure how to accept/reciprocate physical affection Appropriately TM. Took some time to make him relax about it but once he does he appreciates it.

Oh and of course, venting and sharing tea (both kinds) together u.u

6. Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

Kala/Alistair: Kala would ask it out of the blue one time and then just shrug her shoulders about it when Ali gets "???" about it (she was watching a worm and thought about what it would be like to be a worm) (she does not elaborate this)

Lilian/Isabela/Merrill: Merrill asks it one time when they're all tipsy/drunk and it evolves into a whole scale pseudo-philosophical discussion about the intricacies of being (or loving) a worm

Ari/Josie: Look they are playing mind chess against each other for fun in a weird game that only they get so there is a good chance that "would you love me if I were a worm" is code for something and the reaction would entirely depend on what the layers of that sentence are

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Kala/Alistair: Alistair still often falls back into invalidating his own feelings when he is upset so simply prompting him to vent anyways and listening to him already does wonders. Once he's got it out of his system there's space to Give Actual Practical Suggestions or make elaborate over-complicated revenge plans, depending on how serious the cause for his grief was.

Kala for her part never quite gets the hang of Involving Others when she is upset and prefers to work through it herself, so Alistair gives her the space to do just that but makes sure to let her know he is there for her if she needs it (she does usually gratefully accept the offer to cuddle, once she's done brooding)

Lilian/Isabela: Lilian also has the tendency to retreat into herself with her problems, but Isabela is good at noticing this and offering to talk, or get a drink, and just generally make sure Lilian doesn't trap herself in a bad mental place without cornering her. Also getting her something sweet; that's always a good way to cheer her up.

Isabela has a similar problem but she's a bit better at externalising it, to Lilian's relief. Trying to reassure her with words feels oddly clumsy, so instead she'll ask if there is a way she can help and does her best to take as many tasks and mundane worries off Bela's shoulders as she can.

Ari/Josephine: They're both avid ranters, and both good listeners, so a lot of the time it boils down to them listening to the other vent out their frustrations at each other

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

..i am not gonna lie i am Really Bad at thinking up pet names jfkslfdlfsdklf but Kala isn't much of a pet name person but she Will have a silly nickname or two that she'll use sometimes. Lilian and Isabela definitely are both nickname and pet name people, in fact so much that they rarely use each others' real names lol

With Ari i'm not sure if he'd start using pet names after a while, but his parents 100% call Josie "kutti" (a tamil endearment) very fast lol they love her

90. Would they ever consider starting a family?

Kala/Alistair: Not really, no. Kala isn't comfortable with the thought of having children, biological or other, and considering their life situation (tainted, living on a timer, usually occupied) it just doesn't feel like a viable option anyway. Not to mention that Al's uh. Situation with Kieran probably makes him reluctant about it as well.

Lilian/Isabela/Merrill: Also a no. Merrill is the most open to the idea but the other two would rather be aunts or something, if anything. Lilian and Bela to take in kids into their crew sometimes when they find one that needs temporary shelter/care and is generally old enough to look after themselves, and that's as close as they'll get to being parents.

Ari/Josephine: So far it hasn't really been a consideration and it's by no means an active goal, but it's not something they explicitly don't want. It just not something that's been on their radar

99. Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?

Kala/Alistair: Take a guess lol (it's Kala)

Lilian/Isablea/Merrill: yes.

Ari/Josephine: Ari gives off the energy but Josie's the one who is actually the "he said no pickles" one

[martyryo]

how do you pick out such cool colors and outfits?!? :000 i love your art :3

HIII, THANKS KNOWING YOU ENJOY JT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AWAWAWAWAW😭❤️❤️

Also, I'm sorry if answers will disappoint you but I don't have a thought behind color picking. Truth is lately I've been just using colors I like, trying to make them fit to the overall vibe of the drawing.

For example, in the vamp marla drawings I used a dark moldy orange cause it reminded me of rust and decay, and with that I added some tilted bright magenta lines to contrast it and make it pop. That's it. And to figure them out I just kept modifying the hue until I liked the combination. So I guess, play around with colors, be silly :3

Oh also lines and halftones play a big role in my drawings. I don't like having many elements of the same value one next to the other, cause they don't make each other stand out. (imagine a plain outfit with EVERYTHING black. Nothing else. Kinda boring).

I try in fact to put dark areas next to brighter ones so their shapes are more distinct to the sight (the eyes in the drawing for example wouldn't be so visible if there wasn't the dark eyeshadow to drag your eyes towards them. The hair has subtle black lines as texture while the skin has halftones, this makes the brain perceive them as different).

Now for the outfits...well, since the past months I've been drawing the same 3 blorbos in their canon fits, soooo use reference I would say... referencing things is always the best thing you can do, from fits and especially colors if you're trying to obtain a certain mood or atmosphere (and I be forgetting cause I'm lazy but don't be like me 💥).

I did design the following fits out of raw imagination, but I needed some reference for cowboy and pirate fits on pinterest.

In these cases I tried to add some recurring patters for each of them.

Narrator has many horizontal lines going on on the pants (design and the dangly things on the side) while also having like two belts and a string. More lines yippie!

With marla I went with earrings matching the necklace, while also adding lace (is that how it's called??) on the rims of her top, glove things and collar. For her top and skirt I went with vertical lines that are also present on her stockings while cloak/scarf has those repeating things at the end (me when I don't know clothing vocabulary).

Tyler has kinda the more boring fit cause I was getting tired. I was trying to go with items of the upper body being tighter while having large pants with bug boots, kinda triangle shaped, but ehh I need to work more on that. Reoccurring would be the flowy clothes folds cause I view them as soft materials contrasted with a more rough vest. I tried to add on that soap bubbles patterns but it's kind of a weak effect so fnenrne.

Again. Reference. And taking breaks between designs cause your brain at some point has enough of your ideas.

Uhmm idk if all this yapping in an okay answer for you, I spent all afternoon trying to analyze my drawings and I was going insane. But I thank you for asking cause you made me realize I should adapt to a stable technique huehue =w=

Also for school work, when I need to pick colors, the website I linked below is the tool I always use. You can search for an already existing palette or generate a random one u.u

Lmk if you wanna know anything else, I'll try my best to answer. Have a great day <3

[ivymarquis]

Character Study: Honey

Tis what it says on the tin. If you read my WIP Wednesday snippet then this is basically all the same other than adding the last scene. Assuming I get far enough, this will eventually be worked into the overarching fic. For now, it’s a character study to get a handle on Honey and her disposition, even if it’s from Price’s POV

Pairing| Soap x F!Reader Rating| T Word Count| 1.1k Content/Warnings| Nothing 18+ in the fic. Language usage, mentions of Soap getting his shit rocked, medical negligence, author probably wrote down medical inaccuracies, Honey is willing to throw down with anyone at any time, anywhere for any reason u.u

John has questions, wants to know what the hell went so wrong so quickly with Soap’s recovery. The surgeon who performed the operation has an answer for every inquiry but John’s medical knowledge is limited beyond the scope of emergency care to ensure the soldiers under his charge live long enough to make it to the table if needed. 

He can’t help but feel he’s being soothed and placated with bullshit, but doesn’t know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon the way he feels he should be. John’s more than willing to advocate for his subordinates and the whole situation has left a foul taste in his mouth but not in a way he can readily articulate and argue over. 

The sight of you storming up to the surgeon is an unexpected boone. You’re so locked in on the doctor it’s clear you haven’t noticed John until you’re damn near on top of the pair of men. There’s a file in your hand- though it’s poised like you’re ready to launch it-, and he can see Sgt. John “Soap” Mactavish scrawled across the front of it. 

Price has, the more he’s gotten to know you, realized just how horrid your temper can be when provoked and given the fact he’s got the sneaking suspicion that Soap coding is what light this particular fire-

Well, he’s got no interest in cooling you off. 

The surgeon realizes that you’re heading straight for his throat, sending John a reproachful look Here she goes.

You only stop when you see Price, the haze of red clearing enough to recognize a potential witness- even though John has absolutely zero intention of stopping you. 

“Captain Price.” It’s odd, he thinks- hearing his name laced with such venom when absolutely none of it is pointed in his direction. 

You seem to gather yourself- a deep inhale, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

John’s opening his mouth to greet you when the surgeon opens his. 

“I’m not in the mood today, Honey-”

-And just like that any attempt at self soothing has gone clear out the window. 

“I ain’t your goddamn wife so why the fuck would I care what kinda mood you’re in?”

Oh. And this is why he hears the comments about the preceptor who breathes fire. 

John can’t help but feel that fire is going in a direction that he wants it to go, so he sits back and observes.

Your attention turns to John, expression softening for the slightest nanosecond from near-blind rage to “I am pissed beyond all belief but not at you” “Captain- can you give us a second?”

It’s a wonder the way hospital hierarchy works. The surgeon is a newer resident but should be well enough trained- and yet here you are, a well seasoned nurse armed with a paper copy of a patient file which means you had to have gone out of your way to get a hold of it.  

John wants to watch what happens next. He’s got a feeling that he’s going to hear plenty shortly. 

“Yes ma’am,” he steps past you, finally feeling somewhat satisfied with the way the conversation with the resident is going.

No sooner than his hand touches the door to shut it are you flinging the paper copy of Soap’s file down on the doctor’s desk with a whooshing thud. The door has not yet closed and John hears you clear as day seething “Where in the sam hill did you get your medical degree- fucking Craigslist?!“

John may not know enough to go toe to toe with the surgeon but you sure as hell did. Clearly you barely have the presence of mind to avoid a public dressing down, but have full intentions of reading the resident the riot act in private. 

It wasn’t much of a shouting match, and John can’t help but feel suspiciously vindicated at the way the resident isn’t shutting you down. 

And sure, part of it may be that the young surgeon has realized it’s easier to let you do as you please-  but John’s got the suspicion that he knows you’re right. 

Harsh? Yes. Aggressive? Yes. Insubordinate? Absolutely. 

But you’re not wrong. The surgeon is young and full of himself and cocky and there’s no way he’s taking your lashings sitting down because he feels like amusing you. 

It goes on for 20 minutes. John checked his watch about the time you’d seemed to hit your stride. It’s less of a conversation- the young surgeon occasionally piping up only to be immediately shut back down- and more you ripping him a new one. 

Once you’d finished giving the doctor a verbal lashing you slip out the door as quickly as you’d stormed in. “And don’t think Waller won’t be hearing about this!” You state as a parting gesture, turning around only to come face to face with Price’s chest. A look of surprise flashes across your face like you didn’t expect Price to still be outside the door. 

“Captain,” you blink up at him, paper chart once more in hand, like you didn’t just rip into someone who is supposed to be your superior. 

“Is Soap going to be alright?” At the end of the day that’s all he wants to ascertain; what happened and if the sergeant will recover.

Your eyebrows knit together. “I can’t discuss private medical information with anyone he hasn’t signed the release for.” Your shoulders are back, clearly prepared to hold your position against the captain. 

Were you always this ready for a fight?

Soap had his work cut out for him having his sights set on a woman like you. And really, John knows you would have to develop a spine of steel working in a place like this. A civilian going toe to toe with soldiers all day every day- well, John can’t say he’s too terribly surprised. 

“I believe if you check his GDPR release, you’ll find my name on there, love. Assuming that’s his actual file in your hand and not some prop you made for dressing down that resident.”

You give a half scowl half smirk, bemusement and skepticism in equal parts as you flip the file open to the relevant release. 

“Well I’ll be damned, there it is,” no doubt in response to seeing Captain John Price written as neatly as you’d please on there. 

The file is whipped shut, the tension in your shoulders draining. 

“Now that he’s under the care of a competent doctor, we expect he’ll make a full recovery. The second surgery repaired the damage missed during the first, and subsequent damage that resulted from it.”

That honey sweet tone changes again as you level a look at the captain. 

“I expect the doctor’s recovery orders to be followed to the letter, Captain. I know how field operatives can get and I don’t want to hear a whisper of him pushing himself too fast too soon. Otherwise I’ll be darkening your doorstep next.”

John nods, knowing full well what you mean by that and wanting absolutely no part of it. 

“Yes ma’am.”

[galexibrain]

I really, really do like the finale of the Buu Saga - the idea of everyone coming together and uniting their power to form a massive genkidama is fucking perfect. (Also the chapters on the Kaioshin World give us the most satisfying conclusion for Vegeta's entire character development as well as his complicated relationship with Goku.)

BUT I also like to think about other possible endings!

Obviously for one, Gohan actually stepping in as the hero as originally intended. Maybe with the boys as back-up but ultimately the one whos now Earth's strongest. (Narratively fantastic but I guess this'd be the one ending that doesn't bring back Vgeta & Goku and that'd make me too sad u.u)

Another one that's been cooking in my head is Vegeta admitting Goku as superior as he did in canon, which in turn "frees" him from his bitterness that's only been holding him back atp, and it unlocks SSJ3 for him. Bc he's still dead he can actually utilize the form unlike Goku who's burnt out too quickly, and Vegeta finally gets to off a major villain. (This is my favourite tbh. I'm a Vegeta simp I admit it okeeeeeeeeeh)

Another idea (which would be the most chaotic of all) is that Vegeta & Goku manage to free everyone that was absorbed, and the two, Gohan and the boys all beat Boo up together in some kind of mass brawl while Piccolo watches all "oh damn ... thank fuck the Saiyans are on our side".