#request and trade

[m-oshun]

2024 attacks pt.1

[pokegalla]

Trade/request by @tryslogic

Pt 2 on the previous and most recent headcanons but with the creepy bois✨:D

(Warning: slight nsfw but more innocently)

How would these guys react to their S/o using their chest for hand warmers?

Jeff:

* He laughs in your face and his long ass smile grows. “Dawwww does the baby want snuggles?” Of course this asshole teases you. You were just giving him quite a nice opportunity after all.

* But fine if you must insist, he’ll rub your head and motion you to go on ahead and dive right in. Even lifting his sweater juuuuust enough to show off that waist and v line- (This bastard LIVES to see that blush from you and not JUST from the cold~)

* His upper body is pretty lanky but he had an impressive waist and hips. And him being full of himself? He knows he’s pretty✨

* Just hey at least you get revenge on the bastard by putting your cold ass hands on him. He almost SHRIEKED before cursing under his breath. But squeezing his chest makes him bonk you for once. “Damn little pervert….💢”

* He definitely ends up chasing you with his cold ass hands the moment you even try to tease him, carrying you and laughing along before a little wrestling match✨

* He’s a little crazy goofball sometimes!

EJ:

* Not gonna lie, even under the mask you can tell he’s making a “What the fuck….?” Kind of face. I mean it IS a really random question to him….

* But he will sigh and give in if you keep persistently asking. He kinda just has to think about how he wants to do it and overthinks for a good minute. Until you just tell him you’ll just do it yourself, stop worrying-💦

* His build is surprisingly more on the toned side. Almost full on muscular despite how lanky he seemed- and praise will get him all flustered and in denial :3

* Though unfortunately and much to your surprise? This bitch is just as cold as you- he was completely unaffected! Though he did acknowledge that you were pretty cold and that you should really get gloves…..Though he does give you a side eye once you start squeezing- (How does he do it without eyes? You can fucking FEEL it-)

* Too many squeezes will earn you hand jail time. Want your hands out? Too bad. They are his now. You fucked up- better own up to it.

* But honestly he just doesn’t want you to let go just yet…

LJ:

* Well…..he doesn’t want to admit it but the question did catch him off guard. Such an odd request. Were you really serious? Aren’t you afraid he’ll bite your fingers off? It’s still a possibility…..

* Nah he’s just fucking with yah again. He bends down to your level and boops your nose. “Of COURSE you can little doll. My body is yours the same way yours is MINE~” he just had to throw that in there to laugh at your flushed face.

* His body was a little mix. Broad chest, thin waist, lithe hips. It was an oddly nice look on him. Though he teases if you stare too long-

* Now you would think he would react with those cold ass hands right? NOPE- and he looks back at you like ha ha you tried but failed✨ though the squeezes surprisingly made him blush?! Well well well how the tables are turned✨

* Ah but it didn’t last unfortunately as he simply stood up to avoid it. Buuuut he took him with you, hand on your behind as his own way of “warming” his hands up~✨ any bonk is futile as he’ll just laugh and give you kisses

* Even a psycho clown can be a softie!

[kcamberart]

The floating untextured head of the Pokemon Ledian isn't real, it can't hurt you.

The floating untextured head of the Pokemon Ledian:

[fresacake]

✍🏽 I WANT TO DRAW YOUR OC!!!🫵🔊🔊

I am going to be drawing ONE of your guys’ OC in my style!!! If you want to request a drawing of your little goober, please REBLOG *NOT DM OR ASK* this with a reference sheet of your oc! :D🎀💘

It would also really help me if you gave me a description with it as well; the more detailed the better since I’ll get a clearer idea of how to draw them!! The details can include literally anything and everything about them since I’m also using this as an excuse to hear about people’s rambles of their OCs!!🤭 💐 You can attach as many OCs as you want as well in your reblog, the more to choose from the merrier! The person will be chosen at random, good luck!!!!! 😁💖🌸 (UPDATE: SINCE THERE’S SO MANY ENTRIES, I’LL KEEP THIS POST UP SO I CAN DRAW ONE OF YOUR OCs WHENEVER I HAVE ARTBLOCK! THANK YOU!)

[hamstr]

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[birdperselias]

LAST DAY OF MIAMI RICK WEEK!!!

thanks so much for all the kind words!!!!! jumping up and down in excitement to it all !!! :)

im gonna take a small break tomorrow then get onto the wonderful requests ppl sent but i absolutely loved drawing this silly guy for a week so ty again!!!

[mooechi]

art reqs / trades‼️

for context; sooo basically, pt is a platformer with wario land inspiracion; this au is inspired by classic horror film!

this is horror pizza tower, the protag (peppino) is taken by a cursed mask and turned into a serial killer.

ref used;

(( credits to + this is an art trade w @edgywithaheart‼️ ( u should hit'em up and force'em to share his ideas w u. his au's r straight up🔥🔥🔥‼️+his hella chill ) ))

requested by @demonslayerdoodles ! (struggled kinda with drawing rengoku but, I overall adore this ship! they're so cute 😭💕)

[justbearsart]

my side of an art trade w/ @undefbug

[m-oshun]

new sixfanarts challenge where it takes months to do one drawing then you just give up

[pokegalla]

Requested/traded by @veiled-rebel

Oooooo more options to choose from on this! Plus a something i resonate with✨

(Also. I’m aware that Alastor is Aro/Ace. Just read it as platonic if you’d like!)

Hazbin boys with an S/o that noms affectionately!

Lucifer:

* Listen he already has seen all TYPES of affection! From his wife! And well the couples from those tv shows and his duck operas! (……he’s depressed leave the poor man alone-) but….nomming is definitely new.

* First time you did it, he legit screamed before realizing it was you. He’s like baby why-? You scared the shit out of me- bro thought his rubber ducks came to life and chose violence-

* But he soon learns that you just do it to show affection. And he learns this when he saw your face looking up at him from sheer adoration mid nom. And oh how could he say no to that precious face?❤️ he lets you do it anytime you want comfort or simply to show him how much you love him.

* So whenever you’re feeling down and you suddenly stop nomming, he’s rushing with a shitton of gifts to see if you’re ok and is ready to make you feel better.

* At this point he’s used to it and feels so loved whenever you’re around….

Alastor:

* Honestly I feel like he’s heard about nomming and had no idea what the hell it was. Until he met your ass. Now he’s wondering how he managed to get someone like you in his life-

* First time you are extremely lucky you didn’t fucking die- he barely lets people touch him unless you’re close to him. Which you are…..But you snuck up on him on this one. Lesson learned-

* He’s very confused when you explain it to him too. Like why ARE you doing this? Affection? Are you mentally ok-? He’s probably gonna need a little convincing but hey enough pestering and he’ll let you nom to your heart’s content (if it will shut you up-)

* But he ends up learning your emotional habits through noms. Sad? Your noms get less motivated and almost stops completely. Excited? You get that goofy smile on your face. Mad? Almost nomming his hand off- he makes mental notes of it.

* Safe to say, nomming actually got you closer to the radio demon. Such an odd turn of events!

Husk:

* He’s heard of nomming. Probably from some random person at the bar mentioned it. He finds it….well a weird ass conversation starter. But when he mentioned it to you and that he didn’t get it, you gladly showed him!

* And first time was definitely fucking hilarious. He let you nom his shoulder….and in return you got cat hair in your mouth for being a little too overzealous. Shit had Husk laughing for a hot minute-

* But overtime you were more careful and nommed places that were covered or with less hair. And overtime….he actually kinda enjoys it. Very chill about it. You could nom him mid conversation and he’d still just just talk like nothing happened-

* Though the moment you slow down because you feel sad? BOOM. Le kitty actually noms you! Which is probably shocking considering Husk’s grumpy ass. It was so cute, you forgot why you was upset-

* Talk about a happy win-win situation!!!

Angel Dust:

* Imma be straightforward…..he thought it was a sex thing. And hard to blame him. I mean the shit he’s seen and experienced? Nomming sounds too fucking innocent to not be horny-

* Buuuut first time you did it, he was completely caught off guard when you just suddenly lunged at his free hand. And yet….huh. It wasn’t TOO bad. He didn’t expect it to be gentle. He’s definitely gonna make a dirty joke about you being kinky-

* He never rejects your noms either. He just pats your head as if reciprocating your affection. He can’t help it! You just look like a little cutie when you do it! And your silly lil face you make? You’re his special lil goofball! Oh man he is gushing isn’t he?

* Bro be ready to gun down buildings if you’re sad and stop your noms. But if you’re just not feeling it? Shit say less. He’ll nom you! He’s so gentle too, not wanting to hurt you with his sharp teeth….but teases the shit out of you the moment you blush. He can’t help it :3

* He’s just a spidey boy in love. And any affection of yours is ok with him!

Sir Pentious:

* He’s….definitely not gonna know nomming. Or a lot of ways to show affection in general. He’s old school and inexperienced hun. But he has the determination. And that’s enough to you✨

* Though first time he did scream bloody murder, act like he was dying dramatically, then realize it was just you. So of course he asks what the heck was that for?! Once you explain it, he listens intently….and vows to practice the arts of nomming!

* So there goes a back and forth nomming session that happens ever so randomly- mostly him just trying to learn how to nom you carefully. Because have you seen his teeth??? He does learn though! And he actually finds it as fun as you do!

* Awwww but when you stop the sessions, he will demand his egg boys to prepare his chambers! So you and him and the egg boys cuddle up until you feel better. Which cmon it’s hard not to gush seeing how cute this is-

* He really lovesssss you a whole lot :D (that was an awful joke- :’D)

[bluu3berry]

Puca's furry fursona?!!!!

adorable!!!

Art I made for my friend @pucabearry they had this super sweet and fun to draw fursuone honestly kinda demotivated when I was sketching them,, but when I got to color . WOOHOO!! very fun indeed!

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[jixyo]

drew @nyaamine ‘s oc :3

[ovwechoes]

True Self: A Ramattra x Reader Fanfic. Summary: You’re an esteemed overwatch member, and have always struggled with being deadnamed and misgendered. You didn’t think anyone could connect with your feelings about this, but that changed the day you met the leader of Null Sector, and realised that the most unlikely being was in your corner. Word Count: 1.2k Writing trade with @peydawgz - thank you for doing this with me <3

Overwatch was your ultimate dream, and when you were offered a full time position as an Overwatch operative, your heart soared. If you could tell your younger self that they were open to having someone like you there, you wouldn’t believe yourself. There were always rumours that military organisations weren’t as welcoming to people that weren’t what people considered ‘the norm’ - heterosexual and cisgender. You didn’t let that stop you at the time, but you sometimes wished you knew how bad it could get when you started experiencing cruel behaviour from your co-workers. The deadnaming was starting to affect your confidence, your work ethic, and your quality of life. No one who’s not in your position would understand how hard it cuts into you, as though their words were daggers, dragging across your skin every time that cursed name you were given at birth falls from their lips. To this day, you don’t understand how they found out about it, and felt violated knowing that they did. That person they constantly called you was gone, you weren’t them anymore, and you wanted to be accepted for who you were once and for all. It was slowly killing you inside, and you were left feeling as though you had no hope of living a fulfilled, supported life. You did what you could throughout all the disrespect and shame you felt - you followed orders, read mission plans, and trained to the best of your abilities. Sometimes, you have to remind yourself of why you’re working with Overwatch, and remind yourself that things get better and life can’t just be this… You were left praying for the day that things would change to whoever would listen to your silent crying. It was finally answered in the most unlikely way you expected.

It felt like the same day as the rest of the week’s were, the only defining feature being the mission at hand. Overwatch had learned of a crucial operation taking place in Dorado by Null Sector, with its leader being at the forefront of the fight for the first time. Overwatch had less than 24 hours to prepare for the attack, and you played a vital role in their possible victory. This was an especially important mission, and you understood the need to focus on your work. You let the silence fill the empty space left in your mind by the lack of people around you. It was peaceful. Comforting, for once. You always enjoyed working alone; at least you wouldn’t hear that name while trying to focus on your work. You were assigned to this case because of your expertise on the weapons being used by Null Sector, and had the experience needed to tackle them head on. But, it meant that no one else was needed to stick around and give you a hand. You handled small but effective turrets, undetectable to the omnic eye. They were perfect for the mission, and you were the only one able to set them up efficiently, and with the speed needed to prepare Overwatch for the invasion in the morning.

You continued working, trying to keep your mind empty and clear on the task at hand. But the memories that Overwatch was leaving you with were blinding your judgement. How could you do something so kind and so helpful for them if you weren’t treated with a slither of respect from the people who’re meant to watch your back? You always wondered what would happen if you were in harm’s way - would they bother helping you, or would they just watch and mutter that name under their breath? The thought of your isolation in Overwatch was overwhelming you, and tears swelled in your eyes. You tried desperately to hold them in, as though you were a bullied child trapped in an adult’s body. Your head started to hurt, your nose sniffling, and the familiar wetness on your cheeks returned for another night. You tried to compose yourself, but the flashing images of you hurt, alone, and with no one in your corner to support you left you feeling hopeless.

As your hands remained busy, working at a faster speed than normal, with your tears clouding your sight,, that’s when you noticed it. You didn’t know at the time what it was, but they definitely had lights. Red ones. You started to count them; 1, 2, 3… 10 altogether. They didn’t move, and were so small you didn’t notice them before. What were they? Why were they in the dark, hiding almost? You got up and began to walk slowly and with caution towards them. Your heart was beating out of its chest, as though it was pounding on the walls of your ribcage begging to be let out. You wiped your eyes as you dragged your feet closer and closer, trying to stay quiet but safe. What were you supposed to do if these lights were dangerous? You didn’t know, but you felt the need to get closer to them, understand them, and acknowledge their existence. You were face to face with them now, and you crouched down to meet them at eye level. Before you could finish reaching out to them, a voice spoke to you. It was stern, and shook you to your core.

“Don’t try to touch me. Go back to your work, I was enjoying the show you were giving me” the voice sarcastically stated. It was mechanical, as though it didn’t have organic voice chords to produce them from. And yet, it wasn’t loud or too quiet. You couldn’t understand what was happening, until it hit you. You recognised the voice. It was him. Why was he here? What was he doing? That’s all you could think of as you rushed to create distance between the two of you. You were mortified that he, of all people, would have to see you cry. Your mind was foggy, and you crawled backwards, still facing him but desperate to remain at a safe distance. Your fear was written across your face, and it was only growing the longer the silence lingered between you both.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just observing. You don’t need to run away, you have a mission, don’t you?” Ramattra asked. His voice was softer than before, as though he pitied you. The thought of that made your heart rot. You watched as he crept out of the shadows, in a slow and methodical manner. He was previously sitting down, but now he was on his knees, slowly moving towards you. He towered over you, and the sheer fear of the situation was overwhelming you. With everything else going on, all that you had left in you to do was finally let the tears flow. Everything you had bottled up had unleashed itself, as though the floodgates in your eyes were broken from anxiety and stress itself. Your heart continued to pound, as you whimpered softly through the tears. He quickly stopped moving once he noticed this, and sat back down on his knees again, watching you carefully. His head tilted, as though he was analysing your state. You had no energy to speak right now, all you could do was sob until your head hurt. You were in this situation for an organisation that couldn’t even remember your name properly, and now you were going to die alone, afraid and knowing no one would call you what your real name was at your funeral. The thought of that alone was enough to make things worse.

A cold hand found itself on your arm, holding it gently as though to ground you. It held you in place and brought you back to reality. Ramattra was watching you, and you could see in his eyes that he was preparing something to say. What was he doing? What was happening? Why is he holding you but not trapping you?

“Why are you crying?... I’m sorry, but have I gone too far? I only meant to tease you. I never even meant for you to see me.” Ramattra asked, his face remaining the same as before but his voice had a hint of sincerity in it, as though he was genuinely concerned. You couldn’t trust him, and didn’t know what his intentions were, and he could see that. But his mind was only focused on calming you down, and no other ulterior motives.

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve by now. You humans should know this already, so please stop crying and speak to me. Why are you crying?” His voice was more stern, as though he was running out of ideas on how to comfort this sobbing human in front of him. Ramattra didn’t want to bring more attention to the both of you than is necessary, and his fear of being caught with you there by something or someone was catching up to him. As his words rang in your head, your heart calmed for a second, and you took the chance to catch yourself. Your mind was clearing, and your breathing was returning to normal. You didn’t know how, but this omnic in front of you was actually helping, and you were ready to speak back to him finally.

“I’m not crying because of you, okay? I’m just overwhelmed. I’m tired of Overwatch hurting me, and now I’m stuck here with you, probably about to die, and you’ll never even know my real name. And if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t even care anymore. I’d finally get some peace and quiet, and I’d stop having to be reminded of who I was before, and who I’m not now. I’m just tired, and I’m sorry if I made too much noise or whatever else… I’m just tired.” you sighed; it felt euphoric to finally air it out, even if it’s to the one person you’d never expect to console in. His head dropped, and he understood you clearly. You didn’t know what he’d think, and at that time you didn’t care, you thought you were going to die and now you finally could with someone knowing what was going on mentally. You felt better, but you knew it was bittersweet, with your death coming sooner than later.

“If that’s the case, what is your name?” He replied, sincerity cleared the air and your mind, allowing you to be open and honest. “Y/N. If you hear anything else, please ignore it. I’m trying to but no one seems to. Maybe I’m just asking for too much.” you replied, your eyes swelling again before you felt that cold hand from before move to your cheek, holding your face softly in a comforting way. Ramattra was much closer to you now, and you were left under his gaze, watching him carefully. Your breathing slowed, as though it was too scared to move an inch against him.

“Well Y/N, maybe for humans it’s harder to adjust. Change can be scary for your race, it’s something I’m all too familiar with” Ramattra watched your responses, as he continued to speak. “You don’t deserve the treatment you received, but we both will be able to move forwards in a world that’s more welcoming of everyone. You’re not alone in this feeling, trust me. I tried everything to move past it. And sometimes, humans don’t want to change. Humans can’t accept change. But you can’t let them walk over you, and let them hurt you. You’ll end up a rotting body 6 feet beneath the Earth’s soil. You deserve to be yourself, in a society that welcomes you with open arms. If Overwatch won’t give you that, make it yourself.” He explained carefully and slowly, with each word falling from him and onto you helping you. Your confidence was rising, your mindset adjusting. He was right, and there was no one to stop you from making Overwatch a better place to be. You wanted to be accepted, and finally you understood that if they won’t naturally accept you, you’ll make it impossible for them to ignore your existence as who you are.

You felt a newfound sense of confidence, as though you could take on the world. Your mind was running with ideas as his thumb rubbed away tears that were seeping into your cheeks. His face didn’t change, but you could tell he only wanted to comfort you at this moment. It was sweet, and it was something you would always value from this point onwards. All you could think to do is smile, and you took the chance to leap forwards and hug him as tight as you could. He couldn’t feel it the same way humans could, but he knew what you were trying to do.

You muttered ‘thank you’s over and over and over into his metallic chest, letting yourself engulf into him. Ramattra’s hands found themselves on the small of your back after some hesitance, and he held you there like a kitten. He didn’t utter a word, just tucked his head into your neck, and let you stay there as long as you needed. His hug was warm, despite the cold air swirling inside him. All you wanted to do was stay there forever; you couldn’t imagine a safer place to stay. You realised how odd that thought was when the being in question was a war criminal trying to claim dominance over the human race, but you didn’t care. For the first time since coming out, at least one person showed solidarity, and gave you the self esteem needed to claim your space in society. After this conversation, you were a new person, and there was no stopping you now that you knew what to do. You finally felt hope, and realised that life could be good, life could be better. Sometimes, though, you have to make it better yourself.

As he held you close to him, listening to your breathing like the rhythm of a beat, enjoying the fact that he managed to help at least one human being, time passed by as though it was on double speed. You stayed there for however long, until the flickering of aircraft lights were shining onto you. Your heart raced, you knew what this meant. You weren’t ready to say goodbye; there were so many questions left unanswered. All you wanted was for him to stay there, and to keep holding him as though he was the only thing grounding you to the planet right now. But alas, Overwatch was searching for you and other operatives, it seemed like everyone was missing and it reassured you to know you’d have a story to fall back on if questioned. Your eyes widened as he pried you off him, in an anxious state. His body jolted up, and he prepared to leave and return to the shadows before muttering to you, quietly and gently. You could barely hear him, but when you processed what he said, you felt yourself melt in your spot.

“I hope that in the end, after everything is said and done, you’ll return to me and let me show you everything this world has to offer us. Take care of yourself, and remember what I told you, Y/N.” And just like that, he was gone. You were craving his presence already, missing his embrace, missing his comfort. You knew what you had to do once Overwatch managed to find you and pick you up, and Ramattra had filled you with a new type of hope that hadn’t been encouraged until now. From now on, you won't stay idle and let them hurt you. You were going to fight back, make yourself known, claim your space as who you are and make Overwatch a better place for others just like you. You were eternally grateful for him, and made sure to keep him in your thoughts whenever you felt discouraged from your new personal mission.

Life was good, and Ramattra was responsible for that. He saved your life, and now you owe him the same favour.

[hamstr]

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[pokemonlolitaproject]

As requested by cantdanceflynn as part of an art trade a coord inspired by Delta Ambipom from Pokemon Insurgence

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[artsandstoriesandstuff]

I should do the thing where I have a tiny sona and a larger more realistic version...