#pankie ocs

[pankiepoo]

it is fun to draw

[pankiepoo]

THIS POST IS ABOUT THEM

"Bouba and Kiki are Yuri" - My girlfriend, on post limit, who begged me to post this

[meraki24601]

Not Sick: Part 8

Whumptober day 13. This is the last part! I hope you enjoy. Prompt: “I don’t feel so good.”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Whumpee woke to a heavy weight holding them down. The pressure made it hard for them to breathe. Struggling to shrug off the final fingers of sleep gripping their mind, Whumpee fought to stay calm. Despite their best efforts, their heart rate continued to rise. Their eyes popped open, and their muscles tensed.

At some point, while they slept, Whumpee had pulled Caretaker on top of them.

They really should have expected this. Whumpee often woke with pillows or wadded-up blankets in their arms. Hopefully, they wouldn’t get Caretaker sick. They had worn a mask to bed, which was part of their breathing trouble when they woke, but Caretaker was already weak from their session with Whumper. 

Trying hard not to wake their sleeping friend, Whumpee twisted to lay Caretaker on the bed beside them. Caretaker flinched in Whumpee’s arms. Whumpee paused, watching their gentle face scrunch into an almost pained expression. As they relaxed, Whumpee shifted again. This time, Caretaker let out a low moan. Their muscles twitched. Brow furrowed with no sign of relaxing. It was worrying. 

Moaning again, Caretaker twisted their fist into Whumpee’s shirt. Their eyes moved under their eyelids, following things Whumpee couldn’t see. “Don’t… Don’t. Don’t. Please, take me.”

Now Whumpee understood. “Wake up. Caretaker, wake up. It’s just a dream. You’re alright. You’re safe now.”

Whumpee was almost impressed with how hard Caretaker flinched as their eyes opened. They would have said as much if the motion hadn’t slammed Caretaker down on Whumpee and knocked the wind out of them. 

“Whumpee? Oh no. Whumpee, I’m so sorry. I should have known this would happen. I’ve always been a cuddler in my sleep. I’m really, really sorry.”

“It’s alright! Don’t worry about it, Caretaker. I’m the same way.” Caretaker slid to the side, and Whumpee was finally able to take a full breath. “I’m sorry for waking you. It seemed like you were having a nightmare.”

Caretaker ducked their head, “Don’t worry about it. I needed to wake up and change my bandages anyway.” They pressed their hand against Whumpee’s forehead. “I think your fever finally broke. How are you feeling?”

“I don’t want to talk about that. Can you tell me what you were dreaming about?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine. I don’t feel good at all. Every muscle in my body aches. I think if I tried to stand, I would puke, and my head and throat are throbbing. Now, were you dreaming about Whumper?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Look, if anyone is going to understand what you may or may not be feeling right now, it’s me. You don’t have to talk about it, but I want you to know you can. I know I haven’t built a reputation of being the best at listening, but please, I want you to come to me if you ever feel scared or angry or hurt or anything at all.”

Caretaker giggled. “Don’t want me to pick up any bad coping mechanisms?”

Whumpee shrugged, “If you do, I know what that’s like too.”

Instead of answering, Caretaker buried their head in Whumpee’s chest. After a comfortable moment, their head whipped up, eyes wide, “Wait. I’m so sorry, is this okay? I didn’t mean to just throw myself on you again. It’s just before you said-” 

“It’s okay if it’s you.” Whumpee pushed Caretaker’s head back onto their chest, careful of their injuries. “I meant it then, I mean it now.”

“Why?”

“You’re safe.” Whumpee rested their chin gently on top of Caretaker’s head. “I didn’t know it at first. When I was rescued, nothing felt safe. I don’t know when things changed, but they did. Maybe, one day, I’ll be safe for you too.”

“You already are, Whumpee.” Caretaker yawned and snuggled in closer. “Thank you.”

As Caretaker drifted off to sleep, Whumpee petted their hair and whispered. “You saved my life, Caretaker. If all I can do to start making it up to you is to listen to your woes and hold you as you sleep, I promise to listen and hold on until the day we die. You mean more to me than you will ever know.”

"Deal." Caretaker's sleepy voice was barely more than a sigh, "And in return, I'll do the same."

[mary-saccharine]

【Mortal Kombat FC + yumeship】 | PART 2

🪷Blood Lagoon🩸

↓ More info here below. ♡

— The ship between Baraka and Pearl is called "Blood Lagoon" (chosed by my mutuals and followers on Twitter and Instagram) ✨️🩸💕 This in reference to "The Creature from the Black Lagoon" where Pearl and her species are partially based of. ☝️

— In Mortal Kombat 1 (I suggest visiting the PART 1 for more context): After running away from the palace, and then staying in Syzoth's home, Pearl heard about the tarkatan colony and decided, guided by her curiosity at first, to visit discretly, seeing the deplorable state everyone was in, she decided to start singing around with her siren chant, causing an affect of relief of the pain symptoms. Baraka had to see where did that mysterious sound came from, it was suspicious, and he found a pink fish-like lady singing outside the nearest lake, who hid immediately under the water after noticing him...but thanks to gentle insistence and some patience, she came out of the water, ensuring that she was no threat.

— After that, they became friends. Pearl was touched with Baraka's backstory, and decided to dedicate her life to bright his and his people's life. She, after all, not only was immune to any illness and wound, she also had a natural charm that made people around comfortable, and had the fore-mentioned ability to relief pain with her singing. Not to mention that she would often take care of the younger ones, and also knew how to treat wounds and other basic medical knowledge.

— She started to fall for him, the feeling each time stronger ever since they met, but she doesn't wanna pressure him, even though her feelings could be reciprocated, and, perhaps they already are. 🩷

— I like to think them as "I'LL PROTECT YOU" and "NO, I'LL PROTECT YOU!!" type djzkzk💕

— In other timelines, the naiadians weren't created in Earthrealm but instead were Outworld's natives: amphibian/fish ladies with ethereal beauty.

—Although during the first games, Pearl was just a background character, a pink dead body, usually. Later, she would appear with her axolotl characterisctics and fast-healing abilities in Deadly Alliance, when her species was properly introduced as well. It's told that they were once free ones, but now they have to hide, for they are treated like exotic possessions rather than persons, they would often be "silenced" because of how dangerous their voices were considered, and then sold to the higher classes as courtesans.

— In the next games she's described as "Mileena's pet", but also considered as a warrior for she was known as "The naiadian that can't be silenced" due her regenerational abilities. She had to fight next to Baraka in multiple ocassions, which made them very close until his death. Later in MK11 they would reunite and refer to each other in very affectionate ways.

— As for her human form in MK1, it doesn't exists, Pearl is what she is, but she can disguise as a human with the right artifacts.

— Also the comic is based on an Ed Edd n Eddy scene, more specifically, the part of the Hanky Panky Hullabalo. ✨️☝️ Just changed a few stuff KZKZKZK, YEAH, HE CALLS HER TADPOLE AND SHE CALLS HIM PORCUPINE, MIND YOUR BUSINESS—

Also, sorry for keep using the term "yumeship" even tho it's just oc x canon, it's just easier that way and oc x canon should be called fc x canon as well, lol

[tr0p1cal]

(not) on the same page

the start series master

synopsis: you never expected leaving your journal at your favorite cafe would lead to sharing your deepest thoughts with an unknown person. And you really never expected that person to be your life long enemy who you happen to be madly in love with and don’t hate in the slightest, on contrary to what you made people believe.

pairing: yang jeongin (i.n) x reader

featuring: stray kids, ‘02s (jay, jake, sunghoon) of enhypen, bee, rain, and clover (readers for the other stories in the series, but basically just oc), possibly others but not important roles

genre: enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, lowkey idiots to lovers, shared journal, coffee shop au, college au, crack, fluff, angst when needed

warnings: sexual themes and language, cussing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, smoking, more added if needed

note: this is strictly a work of fiction and not meant to portray a realistic version of the idols in any way.

any and all feedback is always very welcome! i love to hear your thoughts <3

start: 24/9/6

end: tbt

status: ongoing

schedule: friday and/or whenever I feel like it :P

🖍️= written portion within the part

teaser / aesthetic

introduction

one - left a note

two - greetings fellow student (?)

three - hyunjin coffee>>>>>

four - forbidden hanky panky

five - so annoying 🖍️

(coming soon)

six -

seven -

eight -

nine -

ten -

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[figmoomoo-da-bizzy]

WOOOOAAA AH SEE ‼️‼️‼️DAT SOUNDS DAH-LISH-HOWS ‼️‼️I'll wobble mah way tah milldreed den!! Am reelly coor-ious 'bout how dese pankeecks look liek!!

[ He starts to skip his way towards milldread]

Good luck wit da doc bay da wey!!!

Rock, rock, rock, grass, grass, notha' rock, ten euros, coin, grass, wurm (ew), mah cry-ons... burd... sighhhh, all dese opshiuns n' still nuthin' good tah eet!!

.....

Guess I'm gunna haftah make sum changees 'round 'ere....

[mykneeshurt]

I love your writings! Can I request the COD boys with a s/o who is covered in tattoos from the top of their neck to their ankles. Preferably where they usually where clothes that cover them fully, then for whatever reason they are wearing something like a tank top and shorts and they see their tattoos for the first time <3 thanks

I don’t see a lot of fics where the person is heavily tattooed, if any tattoos at all

My OC in Don’t fear the Reaper is heavily tattooed 😏 I’m poor so can’t afford any more tattoos at the moment, so im living vicariously through her. If you wanted Rudy and Alejandro let me know and I can add them in! Female reader!

Price

You and Price had been seeing each other secretly for a few months, ever the gentleman he kept the pace slow. Allowing yourselves to get to know each other before any hanky panky.

You usually wore a long sleeved layer with long trousers and your boots around base. Never really showing any skin, which Price didn’t mind, it was essentially a tease. Leaving your body and skin to his imagination.

That was until one night when you were in the gym, you couldn’t sleep so decided to release some endorphins instead. You were on the resistance bike, sweat dripped from your brow onto the floor. Music was blasting from your headphones, you were in your own world.

Price had just finished his paperwork which had kept him up past midnight. As he trudged to his room he walked past the gym and noticed the light on. As he peered around the door he saw you figure on the bike.

He couldn’t quite believe his eyes. There you were, sat in all your sweaty glory. You wore shorts and a sports bra revealing a multitude of tattoos all over your body. From your neck to your ankles. An array of art decorated every part of skin he could see. Black and grey, colour, black out ink, all of it. He wanted to trace his fingers all over your body to feel how the ink felt on your skin, to feel the art beneath his finger tips.

Feeling someone watching you, you spun around to see your Captain staring at you. Your gaze softened and beckoned him to come to you.

Soap 🧼

It was a rare sunny day outside so you decided to swap your usual long sleeved attire to a tank top. The jeeps needed attending to so you decided to take advantage of the hot weather.

You were elbow deep in an engine trying to find out why the engine light kept coming on, when you heard a whistle behind you. Turning round to give one of the troops a piece of your mind your eyes met Johnny stood open mouthed. ‘Yes?’ You asked somewhat confused.

‘Just never seen your tats before, steamin Jesus … they’re incredible.’ He stood and took in your neo traditional tattoos, a mixture of Japanese and Art deco ink littered over your skin. ‘They’re just tattoos Johnny. Christ’ you laughed.

‘Yeah but I ain’t ever seen you this … uncovered. Fuckin incredible.’ You felt a blush creep up on your skin as you rubbed your arms.

Johnny came over and started to map out each of your tattoos, telling you which ones were his favourites. You pointed out which one was your first and which one was your most recent. Which one had a story, which one didn’t, he took in every word as he stroked your skin.

Ghost 💀

You were in the changing rooms after a sparring session and you were getting ready to get in the shower. As you pulled your top of you suddenly felt a set of eyes bore into you. Looking up you saw Ghost, his eyes raked up and down your body. ‘Fuckin hell love, didn’t realise you had tatts.’

You smirked showing off your body, ‘what these?’ You winked at him. Your body was covered in a mixture of realistic and black work geometric tattoos. Looking at his half forearm sleeve you smirked ‘puts yours to shame don’t it.’ He let out a breathy chuckle ‘cheeky minx.’

You spun around so he could have a look at the tattoos on your back, realistic skulls, flowers, portraits all adorned you. He pulled you in close, ‘I suggest you get in the shower, get cleaned up and come to my room. I wanna take a closer look at some of these’ he winked.

Gaz 🇬🇧

You were sat in the canteen with Gaz one morning when a load of new recruits came barging in. As they pushed their way past your table one spilt their drink all over you. ‘Fuck sake!’ You yelled throwing your hands in the air. Gaz grabbed some napkins for you as you removed your top, luckily it hadn’t gone through to your vest.

As Gaz turned to give you the napkins he was met with your tattooed body. He felt his breath hitch in his throat, he didn’t think he could fancy you anymore than he did. ‘Where you been hiding them?!’ He gestured to your body ‘we’ve been seeing each other a month and you kept these beauties to yourself!’

Giggling you took the napkins from him ‘you never asked!’ You were covered in traditional old school tattoos, a death moth covered your chest which was surrounded by roses and hearts. He couldn’t take his eyes off his new found treasure in front of him.

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie would like you to know that I have recently become obsessed with your writing and oc’s like I have read more these past couple of days on tumblr than I did for the entirety of my high school years. As an elder gen z I have some pretty weird thing I say that I personally find hilarious but I don’t think that your characters would like.

One such thing is that instead of calling it sex I like to say Devils Tango in the most obnoxious voice ever and I’m wondering how the icons would react in terms of like finding it funny like me or forbidding me from ever using it again

["Elder gen z". Fuck you mean elder gen z- I'm older gen Z. We're elders now? 🥲 I'm glad you're having fun though :7. I've always done a lot of reading, writing not so much.]

Most of them already find the way the legend of "the Devil" is perpetuated in spite of there being physical proof that Hell and its Rings are currently occupied by seven different demonlords to be kind of ridiculous.

Vesper finds it funny that mortals continue to associate sensuality and desire with Hell specifically. It gives him a sense of pride, he feels that he actively contributes to this view, to the allure of Lust as a Ring- Even if people continue to have that ever boring misconception about Hell's power structures. You can call it whatever you want, he's rolling with it.

Kalymir, as you know, is a fan of raunchy terminology. He's a lot more likely to just say he wants to gape your holes- No filter no shame. It's just built into him, to express sex almost always through a violent lens. An euphemism that simple is bound to have him groaning in irritation and calling you a little bitch.

Zizz is only going to roll his eyes. It's so typically human of you to use an expression like that. At the same time that he has to admit it's a novelty, he's also vaguely in pain from the remark.

Rinx laughs every time you say it, because it's simply so dumb a term to him. It endears you to him, truly. It also totally shatters a more serious atmosphere if that's what was happening until you opened your mouth to say those words.

Vorticia cannot mask the way her eyelids twitch or the way her smile tenses in a hard cringe. You're kind of killing her mood. Please use anything else. She won't mention it.

Cero quickly shuts you down by claiming that the "Devil" doesn't exist. You're being dumb when you say those things- Just tell him you want him.

Livius will not hesitate to pick up on this terminology. Oh you want to do the mattress mambo? In the mood for horizontal hula? Some hanky-panky? Getting busy in the boudoir?? Do you want to make whoopee with him? Please stop this menace.

[aliypop]

Help Me Make It Through The Night

Word Count: 1.383

Writers Note: An angsty fic with the help of @sissylittlefeather

Warning: Mentions of a heart attack

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: August 16th, 1977 all is right at Graceland until suddenly things go a bit arye.

Taglist

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

@richardslady121

@thegettingbyp2

@presleyenterprise

@sissylittlefeather

@dkayfixates

@rjmartin11

@thetaoofzoe

@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

@sillybookmarks

@leapresley

Memphis, Tennessee, August 16th, 1977

"You sure you don't need anything, honey?" Elvis asked as Cecelia sat on the red velvet and gold couch, "Not right now, but thank you for asking." She looked up from her typewriter, "Alright. Well, I'll be upstairs." He said, wobbling up the stairs. Cecelia was worried about her husband. Lately, he'd been having more medications added by Nick, and his weight was increasing. Her and Marys's homecooked meals were to blame just a little. "Hey, Daddy, I have a date tonight with Stella, so... Can I go!" Elaine asked. She was sixteen now, but in his eyes, she was still six,

 "Fine, but remember..."

"I know, I know, no hanky panky." She laughed as he kissed her forehead, "Hey, daddy, you okay?" Elvis gave her a nod as he kept walking towards his bedroom, 

"Alright, well, Jessie's still at the studio with Carla,"

"So then, I told Carla I'd buy her a promise ring." Cecelia chuckled, hearing her son talk as she was typing away at another business proposition for Paradise Records, "Mama, are you listenin." 

"Of course I am." She hummed, still typing away. Her son kept talking as she saw how in young love he was, "Well, you can go in my jewelry box and get my old promise ring. 

"You mean the one that..." 

"Mhmm." She smiled. Jessie ran upstairs and heard a thud from his parent's room. Elvis clutching his heart, a tight, breathing feeling in his chest. He was stumbling around for medicine, but he couldn't reach it. Elvis tried to call for help, but his voice was stuck in his throat. He remembered he was lying on the red floor of his bedroom. 

"MAMA!!!!" 

"MAMA!!! QUICK, SOMETHING HAPPENED TO DADDY!!!"Jessie and Elaine were standing there, Jessie on the phone calling an ambulance. Cecelia ran upstairs to see the commotion, as her heart dropped inside her stomach, and her mouth was dry. This couldn't be happening right now, watching the EMS workers come and take her husband's body away to the hospital, 

"Mrs. Presley, you need to meet us at the hospital..." 

"Kids, call your grandparents and tell them to meet us at the hospital." Her voice was as cold as her mother's the night her father died. The twins nodded as they tried not to panic. Elaine could see the sorrow in her mother's eyes as she tried not to hope for the worst. 

"1...2...3... Clear!" 

"He's flatlining!" 

"1...2...3... Clear!

Elaine and Jessie were lying on their grandparents' shoulders as Jerry and Midge tried to comfort Cecelia, "I NEED TO BE IN THERE WITH HIM!" Cecelia shouted, her eyes puffy and her cheeks red from rough tissues, "You need to breathe, Elvis is going to be okay. He always is when these things happen." Midge said as Cecelia growled, 

" I HAVE ALMOST LOST ELVIS 3 TIMES MIDGE, 3, MY HEART CAN'T FUCKING TAKE THIS!" She sobbed on her shoulder as Jerry hugged her, "I can't lose him... I'm not ready to... He's the only thing I got, Lord..." she sniffled, 

"Mrs. Presley..." The doctor said as Cecelia cleaned herself up and walked towards him, 

"Yes, sir..." She followed him as Vernon and Denise prayed for her.

"How is he..."

"Things aren't looking good if we don't start operating on him,"

"Wh-Wha-What do you mean operate..." 

"Well, there's a bowl blockage and-"

"Do whatever you need to do." She began to shake worse than Elvis would before a concert, "If there's anything we can do for you, Mrs. Presley, please let us know."

"Just save my husband, please...." The doctor nodded, walking away,

"Well..."

"He needs a few procedures, but he'll be okay." She smiled as Vernon and Denise hugged her. The rest of the day was spent at the hospital. Midge and Jerry left first, then it was Vernon, then Denise and the kids, who didn't want to go until they knew Cecelia was okay, but there she was waiting until they said.

 "Mrs. Presley, you can see him.

Walking in, she saw his boylike features asleep on the hospital bed. He was hooked up to different machines, but she didn't care. He was here on this side with her, and she was happy, 

"He's going to sleep for the rest of the night, maybe even tomorrow. You're welcome to -"

"I'll stay." Cecelia smiled, sitting in the rocking chair. The TV was on, and it was The Jeffersons, "Look, Elvis, it's almost like we're home." She smiled, watching his stomach rise and fall. Soon, the TV played the national anthem, and it faded into static until the next day, but no matter how hard she tried to sleep, she couldn't. Cecelia had to look over him to make sure he was still breathing, so she'd pace around the room, talk to the twins, then she'd pray and talk to God, then pray again. 

"Elvis... I know you probably can't hear me, but.." She took a deep breath, "I love you, and you're my guardian angel. You are my everything, and I'll never forget that night back in 54, or our wedding day, or every day with you. Just promise me you'll pull through this." She looked at him as his lips were curled in a smile.

Memphis Tennessee August 17th

"I will spend my whole life through, loving you, just loving you." Elvis's eyes opened slowly. As he heard her singing, his arms wrapped around her tighter as she kept singing. "There is only one for me, and you know who you. I'll always be loving you..." Cecelia looked up as she heard him singing with her,

 "ELVIS!!!"She kissed him softly as he kissed her back, "Where am I?"

"The hospital, you had a heart attack and a few other things, but you're alive and-"

"Little darlin, you've been cryin'... and you didn't sleep, did you?" He asked, 

"El...I couldn't sleep, but you looked like you got caught up on the best sleep you've ever had." She laughed a little as he nodded, 

"Would'a been better with you in my arms." He mentioned as she slithered under the sheet in the small bed with him. 

"You mean like this?"

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. He could feel her falling asleep as he hummed Cotton Candy Land. 

"IS DADDY U-" Elaine and Jessie bumrushed the bed. They had teddy bears and bears in their arms as he tried to shush them, 

"Are you okay! Are you coming home soon?"Jessie asked,

"Do you feel funny?" Elaine asked. Elvis tried to respond as they kept asking questions. 

"I'm fine, your mama's sleepin, but I'm fine..."

"The doctors said to stay in bed. And to start a better diet and less stress and-" Elvis kissed her. He was back home with his now sexy doctor, Cecelia. "I'll heal then I-I-I finish my concert an-" Cecelia glared at him as he gulped, 

"You are not touring until you're healthy," 

"But The Colonel?"

"Fired..." Looking at her manicure, Elvis laughed,

 "So, who's my manager now..." 

"Good morning, Mr. Presley. Welcome to the Valmos sound label." Denise walked in as Elvis smiled, extending his arms out to his mother-in-law as she came to hug him, 

"Your Mama?"

" Yes."

"How's my Elvis feeling?" Denise kissed his forehead, 

"Gotta lay off the soul food for a while, but I'm alive." He sighed. Playfully, as Cecelia nudged him, 

"Good, you could manage to trim those sideburns too and a bit of the belly fat," Denise commented, 

"And that's the Mama I know." He mumbled, watching her walk away. Cecelia then got under the covers with her husband as she held him tighter than usual. But he understood why, tears on his back as she was inhaling the scent of his robe, 

"Baby..."

"Hmm..." She sniffled,

"You okay?" Elvis asked, turning to face her, his blue eyes still vibrant, 

"I thought I lost you this time..."

"Baby..." 

"Please promise me, no more pills, no more stress, and you'll take better care of yourself?" 

"I promise." He kissed her forehead,

"Good..."

CRASH!!!!

"OH SHIT, I THINK I JUST HIT DADDY'S LINCOLN!" Elaine shouted as Elvis turned to look at his wife, 

"Well, so long for stress..." Cecelia laughed,

"My Licoln is in the garage."

"DAMN IT ELAINE MARIE LOVE PRESLEY!!!!"

[pinayelf-archive]

RULES: post a 24-hour poll containing two truths and one lie about your oc. Have your followers try to guess which is the lie.

tagged by @shivunin thank you ❤️

I previously did it for immy so it's amihan's turn!

tagging: @feeshies @flowerofthekeep @ysali but no pressure ofc ❤️

[blooeyedtroll]

Chibi commissions done for @vv3spa who requested two pieces featuring their Trolls Ocs: Yanky and Panky (twin bros).

[pankiepoo]

sorry for asking something here again but do you have any object show ocs ? and if you do can we see them?? (i tried drawing the goobly on ur pfp but its jst low resolution and i couldnt see well :o( )

THANK U FOR ASKING!!! my main sona is fluffy party hat I Draw him once every 3 months . Yeah Ignore the selfship art I'm normal

And I also made another guy (Pink Tv) but I've only drawn him twice LOL

I do not have any other drawn object ocs sadly </3 I mostly do fanart. fan art. . Fan. WOah

[devotion-disorder]

I don't know what the nsfw alphabet means but I thought of ABCDs like Ass Butt Cunt Dick

actually you're not that far off LOL its just the alphabet with each letter corresponding to some aspect of the ol' hanky panky, and i answer questions based on said letters 👍👍 now everyone on the tl knows about the sex lives of my ocs

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Hey since @dark-elf-writes got me thinking of Astoria I was reminded of an old AU where the MC was a selkie.

Here’s a short I wrote for it, couple with adding OCs because it’s an office setting and we needed coworkers. The premise is that Selkies can enter an ‘arrangement’ where if they give and then receive their skin back but don’t do the hanky-panky with the one who gave back their skin they are safe for a while from having their skin stolen. It doesn’t ‘count’.

Giving away the skin

The first time Melody and Alex had done the exchange it had been after three weeks of debate and seven reassurances from both sides. However, in the end it was the safest option. Alex taking her skin and giving it back made her safe. It made it impossible for anyone to control her. Sure, every five months they had to do it again, but it was better than someone getting it and using it against her.

It was a very important affair that took place in Alex’s office, the younger of the two handing her boss her skin- which took the form of a lovely jacket- and Alex taking it and then handing it back solemnly.

The next time was much the same.

The third time was in a crisis point for the office where Melody just chucked her skin at Alex and Alex chucked it back before running off.

That got looks.

“Are you and Cyprin dating?” Suzan asked, wrinkling her nose after the crisis was done. She voice was a little judgemental and Melody flashed her a scowl the taller woman returned.

“No. We do a temporary bond to keep me from having my skin stolen and being forced to bond with people.” answered Melody flatly. Suzan blinked but then gave a nod and that was all from her. Which was weird given she usually poked and prodded at Melody to get reactions from her. However it seemed like she was aware it was an important subject and simply did not wish to bug her about it.

The teasing started the fourth time when Alex simply picked the jacket off the back of Melody’s chair and handed it to her.

“C’mon Cyprin!” Jeff called out, his British accent very thick given his lack of sleep over the last few days of translating something for one of the heroes. “Give your wife a better show!”

“Shut up Jeff.” his wife told him, Candice smacking his shoulder and going back to her own work.

That did set the tone for the next time. Mandy had burst out into fake sobs and said, in a very mocking tone,

“It’s so beautiful, so touching. So magical.”

Melody wasn’t sure who brought the cake the sixth time. It was good cake. But she could do without the wedding figures on top of it.

The seventh time, Alex had been dared to do it in a very dramatic fashion after a night of drinks with the rest of the office. They had done so, dropping to one knee and dramatically offering Melody her skin.

She in return had taken it and acted like a fainting damsel.

She was pretty sure it was May and Mandy who threw the rice.

It really set the mood for the rest of the times. Melody didn’t mind. It made it a fun occasion rather than a nerve-wracking one. And well… the cake was always nice.

[sweetheartwannabe]

voy a hacer un oc de tmnt que va a ser la típica chica mutante tortuga que toda fan hizo alguna vez de chiquita. excepto que ella no va a tener nada que ver con el canon :D

tipo, por ahí sea amiga de parte del elenco pero hasta ahí. ella va a estar por ahí en su casa re tranky panky siendo la mutante más linda de nueva york y ya está. no tiene que preocuparse por la plata porque usa sublis :P

creo que es más que nada una excusa para dibujar chicas relajadas tal y como dios manda jsjs

[wascallywabbit1938]

Hi! May 1, 2, 3, 7, 8 :3

Eeee okay!

1. Honestly she reminds me a shite ton of one of my OC's (whom i will show off properly in due time DW) both in her design and personality, plus i just like how STUPID and GOOFY she is, she's a little goober i like her :). Also, May and her two sisters have a lot of mystery surrounding them, we don't know where they're from, we don't know how deep their love for their respective Ed's are, we're not even sure what they like or dislike because of how little they're used outside of being the end to the episode. All in all i like May because she's a dumb, goofy, stinky, grotesque little cretin that i like very much

2. Honestly you could just take everything i said for 1 and put it here buuut to be a little more specific, i like how she has potential to grow if that makes any sense? We've seen her more gentle and socially acceptable side in Hanky Panky Hullabaloo when she made Ed a little valentines card without any malicious intent behind it, i just like how much she cares about him despite how she goes about showing off said care. Aside from that i like how she mirrors Ed by often being used as a tool or a weapon by Lee and Marie, it's a pretty small detail but it's just really funny to me IDK why LuL. Also also her knowing a little bit about chemistry is honestly a very fresh take on the "idiot" character archetype, we need more dumbasses that are knowledgeable in a random academic field!

3. IDK if i've ever said this here but i don't like the Kanker kissing scenes that much, if at all, they're just kinda bland and annoying and seeing my little dummy being a part of them is just eugh. And the ending to Key To My Ed gave me pink eye because of how disgusting it was i'm sorry LMAO

7. Shipping her with Double D :), it's not exactly my OTP (EdMay for life babyyy) but it's honestly so cute seeing these two goofballs together, kinda wish we got more fanart of the two even outside ship art

8. Ignoring her existence in fanfics :(, this honestly happens to most of the cast which is kinda sad to see but i rarely see any mention of her or her sisters in fanfics (even when they are in the story they're always playing second fiddle to someone else (cough cough EddEddy cough cough)). Also i HATE how often she's sexualised like, are you dense? What's wrong with you leave her ALONE you backwashed son of a bitch

Yeah sorry about that i just can't stand seeing that stuff