#thank you for the ask this was fun hehe

[positivelyghastly]

Ocs. Hand em over

AAAH! Okay, so I’m in work right now and don’t have my IPad so I can’t upload good quality pics but!

Mara, my sweet girl, was the first ghoul oc I made. She started out as a random water ghoul that I had no name for and now she’s my daughter and I love her dearly. I like to base my character designs on actual people at first and then let them evolve from there, so Mara was initially based on Rachel Weiss in The Mummy (my favourite movie lol) and her face has been tweaked and changed every time I draw her until I settled on how she looks in the sketch of her and Aurelia.

The first ✨lore post✨ I made about her is here but I’ve had many many Mara thoughts since then lol.

She works in the offices doing mostly filing and admin because she’s scary good at organising things and keeping tabs on where everything is in the ministry’s filing system. When she’s not doing that, however, she’s either hanging out with her girlfriend Aurelia or is in the nearest body of water. I like to describe her true form as a headlight eel that grew legs. I’m still working on a set design for it that I’ll post in the future but just know she is Very Fucked Up looking and I love her.

Aurelia is the second oc I had a design for, but she’s not the second one I have (that’s Helio). She’s my big beefy quintessence ghoul who is one of the ministry’s healers and sometimes does handywork around the Abbey because she’s 7ft tall and BUILT so she can carry heavy stuff and reach most places without a ladder. She’s also the only character who’s face hasn’t been based on an existing person, she just popped into my head fully formed (I guess my love for buff women is just that strong lol)

My dear Aurelia has never had a thought in her life that isn’t “must help friend” or “tiny pretty girlfriend”. I like to think of her as a gentle giant who is suspiciously kind for a demon, but she’s someone who genuinely really cares about the people around her, making her a pretty good healer because she’s willing to help anyone who needs it.

Her true form is a great, hulking cloud of smoke that she can solidify into a physical form at will. When she gets out of her glamour it’s very hard to get her back in by the nature of her true form. The smoke is difficult to capture and bind with magic and because she really does hate scaring people unless absolutely necessary, she tends to stay in her glamour as much as possible. Her eyes are the only thing that peek out of the fog unless she solidifies her body, glowing white hot and staring into the soul of anyone she sees.

The first time Aurelia saw Mara was a little while after she was summoned. She’d been in the gardens and watched this black mass crawl out of the lake before Mara got back into her glamour, climbing onto shore with a fish between her teeth, and Aurelia was instantly in love. Mara thought it was funny that this huge 7ft ghoul was completely obsessed with her but she’s a sucker for big buff ladies so when Aurelia made a move on her, she couldn’t help but say yes.

I’ve only drawn them together once but I think it’s a pretty good example of their relationship dynamic lol

I have a few others like Helio and Sister Stolas but they’re not as fleshed out as my beloved demon girls. Plus, Sister Stolas was made pretty much just so I can draw a slutty nun lol. I’ll probably post more about those two in the future though!

[keymintt]

u didn’t post my favorite of your art fight pieces 👁️👁️ the dragon with feathered wings that looked like it was done with a chalk-y brush w the scribble-y clouds I was Looking at that one so much

OUGH thank you so so much!!!!! i'm in the habit of posting af attacks on the socials where i can tag the character's owner directly so unless someone asks otherwise i don't think to show it hhdgflkdfh here it is !!

this attack was for @/sunbutterfly of her character aerin and i had SO much fun working on this one. i got really experimental with my go-to pencil brush (the artemus hard pencil brush in csp) and working mostly on one layer/tryin to build up values with softer hatching and tbh i'm really happy with how it turned out!

[realcube]

have u ever thought about Tsukishima's type of girl?

tsukishima's type of girl (imo) :

— someone he has a pre-established relationship with. he would never go up to a stranger he finds attractive and ask for their number, and he doesn't appreciate it when girls he is barely acquainted with hit on him either. so he would like a girl he already knows.

— tough. just bc he is rude and being a meanie is kinda his love language so he couldn't really be with anyone too sensitive who might burst into tears after (playfully) being called a dumbass.

— quick-witted and a bit sassy. it would be unfair and unhealthy if he were to be calling his s/o all these mean things, only for them to just sit there and take it. that would make him feel like such as asshole. so he would probably need someone who serve the attitude right back at him. hashtag equality.

— someone sincere. the type of girl that radiates warmth and passion under a poise veil of composure. who fills his life with unending joy; understanding the small habits he has that make him whole, and loving him for every minor or major imperfection. the concept of being a boyfriend is challenging for him, while being a husband is completely uncharted terrority that he only wishes to explore once, so he needs someone's soft hand in his the whole time, however clammy or uncertain, to guide him through it.

— (self-indulgent) freckles and scars!

this ask reminds me one time ages ago (like pre-hiatus so a couple years ago) i wrote some hcs and i off-handedly mentioned i think tsukki likes tall girls (which is a self-diss bc i am literally 5'5) and this anon came into my inbox and basically told me i was ruining their fav bc they are short and i've made them feel unloved by saying that tsukki likes tall ppl. (bearing in mind i never said he hated short ppl and he is also fictional) so i deleted the post and the ask lmao

[shepscapades]

Ren: "The Androids are becoming sentient? I have no idea what most of those words mean, dude, but check out the cool stuff Doc can do!"

X: "The Androids are becoming sentient? Fascinating! I wonder what new and interesting developments will occur because of this!"

Bdubs: "The Androids are becoming sentient? OH GOD THEY'RE PROLLY GONNA TRY TO KILL US ALL AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD AHCDGGSCHS"

Can't wait to see how the rest of the hermits deal (or don't) with their deviant Androids! 👀

The triality of man………

[shkika]

I'm literally buzzing with excitement for the Wind comic thing :> I've been coming up with my own theories of what it could hold, and even making a video based on those theories! Tho, it'll take some time to finish XD It's like...A big project. Love your works!

This ask made me so happy I blacked out and this appeared on my screen.

I have the comic planned and sketched out with placeholder dialogue between the rodent sisters I just need to finalize it when I can!

[bruhstation]

I'm so glad your art is blowing up the way it is! Finally more people can see why I'm ferral about it! [Tears into your art like a rabid animal for the 24895227842th time]

Meanwhile while everyone is going nuts over CSTM I am also waiting patiently for FBC scraps like

[I'm just being funny no pressure, unless? Lol]

YAYYYYY THANK YOU NEIL!!!! :] yes, casa tidmouth is the staple of this blog, but soon.... sometime.... I have to return to the two people that started everything 🕊️🐕

[lelelego]

:^)

[flowerakatsuka]

does kuroba have an assigned sanrio? possibly nana and hisoka too 👀?

hehe i was hoping i'd get this question!! i think sweetcoron would be a cute match for kuroba since he was born in a field of clovers and lotus, ( also he's super underappreciated despite being so precious. ) i also tried giving them a design to fit in with the sanrio matsu merch bc why the hell not?

big challenges is an honorary character assigned to kuroba, i feel like they'd like him since they really love reptiles. also, greem.

as for my other ocs, ( i decided to throw kuroba's siblings in here, too ) — corocorokuririn is a perfect match for nana to me, they have very similar vibes. for rika, i think my sweet piano is a good fit.

i actually had some trouble figuring out who'd be a good fit for hisoka, but since i assigned pochacco to keshiki, i think choppy, ( pochacco's best friend, ) would be cute for him.

[sallymew4]

riteru?

i wud love 2

sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask </3 i hope these are sufficient enough to make up for the wait

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Poor, Sunstreaker he deserves something! :( *Gives Sunny some paints 'n' brushes* It may not be a proposal but something different to make your day alot better bud :)

You have given Sunny art supplies. As an artist I can tell you that giving an artist supplies activates feral excitement.

You have made his day and enabled him to graffiti decorate his room further. (insert confused Max noises)

[2aceofspades]

Okay, I see all the sticker posts, but what about a temporary tattoo to *really* throw Leo off about who's popular? A little something to put our favorite artist above the leader?

Oh don't you worry...

I already won this sticker war.

[brutal-nemesis]

ok siiince you asked for requests for demon boy castys… the tongue cut out + gag seemed like such an adorable situation for him <33

Giving you that and a little extra because I wanted More Whump 💕

←Previous - Castys Masterlist

Ingredients: manhandling, a lot of unsexy noncon touching, slight dehumanization, partial nudity

Castys wasn’t sure if he slept at all that night, but after what felt like an eternity, Neteri reappeared wearing different clothes under her white coat.

“Good morning, Castys!” She sat on one of the stools from last night and motioned for him to do the same. “Get up, I’ve got wonderful news to share!” 

Castys opened his mouth to retort, but he found he couldn’t form the words. His tongue was still…he looked away, swallowing, and sat up while remaining on the floor. 

“You’re going to have to start listening to me, you know. Because,” she broke out into an excited smile, “I get to keep you!” Upon seeing Castys’s glare, she just laughed. “I figured you wouldn’t be excited, but trust me,” she held up a finger, “you’ll be much better off in my hands than if you were sold as a pet to some bored aristocrat. I’m sure they’d beat that personality right out of you, and I don’t plan on doing anything of the sort. As long as you cooperate with my experiments, you’re free to be yourself. You can even hate me as much as you like!” Castys raised an eyebrow at her final statement. He’d see about that.

After rummaging in her bag for a moment, she pulled out a little silver medal and moved to crouch next to him on the ground. “Hold still now,” she ordered as she started to bring it towards his neck. Castys wasn’t sure what was happening at first, but after a moment, it clicked, and he decided he’d rather not listen, leaning back. Neteri just sighed. “You’re not off to a very good start.” Well, it’s not like he wanted to be.

Suddenly, Neteri changed tactics, shoving him down on his back and straddling his waist before he could try to sit up, pinning his arms down with a knee on each elbow. Castys cried out, the wounds on his back from the whip lighting up in pain, and that combined with her full weight on him kept him from moving. He bared his teeth as her hand came closer, daring her to get within range, but she just curled her other hand in his hair, yanking it back and keeping his head firmly in place. Great. He was once again powerless against this tiny lady, forced to keep still as she attached that dumb little tag to the collar and sealed the metal shut with the same spell that kept him from taking it off.

“There,” she said once it was on. She tapped the tag, cold against his throat. “Property of Neteri Crozien. Whether you like it or not. Now,” she grabbed his chin, “are you going to let me put some new restraints on you or should I call the guards to manhandle you? Your resistance is pointless and only delaying the inevitable, exactly like every other time. Just nod if you’re going to cooperate.”

Did he want to get manhandled again? Not particularly. He’d had more than enough of being grabbed and held still while chains were taken off and put on. And it’s not like he was resisting out of pride or something stupid, he just fought back when it was something he really didn’t want to happen. Which was most things in the past couple days, but, hey, if new restraints meant he got to leave this boring-ass cell, he was okay with it. Her grip on his hair had loosened enough to allow him a small nod, so he gave one, praying she’d get the fuck off of him now.

Neteri smiled brightly at his cooperation. “Great! Although,” she got off of him and stood, thinking, “maybe just stay laying down. I don’t really trust you not to try and run at the moment, so just roll on your stomach and I’ll take the chains off.” Castys sighed in annoyance but complied, gritting his teeth as his weight went from his injured back to his burned chest. The cold stone floor felt a little good on it, at least, but it was a small consolation as he watched Neteri walk back over with a key and a coil of rope. 

She squatted down and-fuck, that was a knee on his back, not her full weight but enough to make him gasp in pain. Paying him no mind, Neteri unlocked the manacles around his wrists, and he could barely enjoy the feeling of not having anything around them for a moment, just wishing she’d tie him up and get the fuck off of his back. It didn’t feel like she was going particularly slow as she pulled his arms behind him and wound the rope around his wrists, but the seconds still dragged by at an agonizing pace. 

Finally, she finished tying the knot and took her knee off of his back as she stood. “There we go!” Castys just groaned, rolling on his side. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. It’s not like I was hurting you.” Castys’s glare deepened, and he awkwardly used his bound hands to pull up the back his shirt enough to expose the bandages wrapped around his torso. Neteri’s jaw dropped slightly, and she just stared at him for a second before worry took over her features.

“I…I’m so sorry I…I completely forgot. That you were hurt. I wouldn’t have done that if I remembered.” Her head hung slightly. “I’m really sorry, Castys.” Her apology seemed genuine, but how the fuck did she forget he got whipped and branded yesterday? She looked back at him again. “Let’s just hurry and get you to your new home so I can heal you up, okay?” Wait, new home? She was taking him somewhere else? At first the idea was scary, but then Castys remembered that he’d never particularly loved living in the castle, so whatever. It was probably just going to be a different prison cell, anyway.

With ridiculous difficulty and a lot of groaning in pain, he managed to sit up, using his elbows to help him do it since his hands were kind of useless. By the time that was done, Neteri was standing above him with…a chain? He was already tied up what the fu-no. No fucking way. He growled as her hands moved towards his neck, baring his teeth once more.

“Seriously, Castys? You said you weren’t a dog yesterday, but you sure are acting like one.” Yeah, sure, whatever, but since he couldn’t fucking talk, he was forced to resort to other means of protest. He honestly wasn’t entirely sure where the growling came from himself, and, yeah, it was a little animalistic, but that didn’t mean he deserved to get put on a leash. “This is happening either way, so just give it up already.” Her hand was moving closer, closer, the clasp at the end of the chain open, ready to-

Once again, instinct took over, and before he knew it, his teeth were buried in the flesh of her hand.

Neteri cried out, jerking her hand back and dropping the leash. “Lyte! Seriously?!” She winced as she dabbed the wounds with what smelled like the stingy liquid from yesterday and used her magic to close them up, during which Castys couldn’t help but smile smugly. Once she was done healing, she pulled on her leather gloves and grabbed a couple rolls of bandages from her bag. “I figured you were going to be difficult to keep in line, but this is just ridiculous.” Castys took pride in being ridiculous, so he’d take the compliment. What he didn’t want to take were the consequences of his actions, but he was a little bit helpless at the moment, so there wasn’t much he could do as Neteri shoved a wad of bandages in his mouth and tied a strip around his head to keep him from spitting it out.

“There. You’re just about the only person who’d need to be gagged when they can’t talk.” Castys just looked away, feeling his face grow hot as she clipped the leash to the collar. She gave it a tug, but he didn’t budge. Now he was just resisting out of spite. Neteri’s expression grew even more frustrated, and it looked like she was about to say something before she stopped herself and took a deep breath, calming herself down. She crouched down to look Castys in the eye.

“Look, I’ve been going about this the wrong way. I hurt you when I didn’t mean to, so I’m not going to punish you for biting me. We’ll just call it even.” She paused and held up a finger. “The gag stays until we reach our destination, though. Just for safety’s sake. But I’ll tell you something about my plans for you. If you come with me, you’ll have a tongue again by the end of tomorrow. Does that sound good?” 

Castys could be stupid and stubborn and petty and shake his head and sit here and then end up getting dragged off to wherever, or he could just suck it the fuck up and get the ability to complain back. Complaining would be nice...After weighing his options he nodded, and Neteri broke into a smile. “Good. Let’s go, then.” She helped him stand, and she seemed to do her best not to pull on the leash as they walked along. Soon enough, they had reached the teleportation stone, and Castys…he couldn’t help but be a little excited to leave this stupid place. He knew he was a fucking prisoner now, but he was basically a prisoner in his old life, too, minus the chains and plus a comfy bed. 

At least he was going somewhere else.

The other palace was pretty cool, at least, the short glimpses he got before he was pulled into the lower levels, down halls and through doors until they arrived at his lame little prison cell. It did have a bed, though, so that was an upgrade. And a private bathroom?! Why did the prison cells in his family’s dungeon have to suck so much ass? He only spent two nights there, but still. If he was ever in charge of a dungeon, he would make sure it was at least a little comfy in case he got thrown in there.

Neteri clamped a manacle around his ankle, which was whatever, because that meant she untied his wrists and took that stupid leash off. And then, true to her word, she healed his wounds. The brand scarred, of course, which was…the symbol was kind of cool, but since it meant he was “property” or whatever he wasn’t too excited about it being on his chest for the rest of his life. At least shirts existed.

After that was done, Neteri instructed him to clean himself off and left him alone for a bit. He wandered into the bathroom, chain clinking with every step, and paused in front of the mirror. He looked pretty much the same as always, just a little more tired and blood-covered than usual. Oh, and the stupid collar around his neck. Neteri was fucking delusional, it didn’t look the slightest bit “cute” on him, it just looked…He didn’t want to see it anymore.

Once he was clean and dressed in some slightly comfier clothes, Castys tried out his new bed. It was nowhere near as nice as his old one, but it was way better than the floor, so he’d take it. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Neteri poked him in the face.

“I’m back, Castys, get up and take your shirt off.” Castys sat up, but didn’t take his shirt off, instead just crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. His wounds were healed, so what the hell did she need it off for? “Come on, I’m just going to examine you and take some measurements. Nothing painful, I promise.” Not painful, sure, but probably still not pleasant. Even so, he didn’t really have much choice but to listen, so he pulled off his shirt and stood, hoping this wouldn’t involve too much touching.

His hopes were in vain.

It started off fine, her measuring his height and a few other things with a strip of leather, but then she started running her hands all over him, poking at him, moving him this way and that. He couldn’t help but flinch every time since he hated being touched, and Neteri was clearly getting annoyed by it. His full-body recoil after she ran a hand down his spine was the final straw. Wordlessly, she clamped a manacle around one of his wrists before shoving him down onto the bed. He tried to stand back up, but she basically fucking tackled him, pinning him down on his back for the second time today. And, to top it all off, she managed to loop the chain around the top of the cot before cuffing his other wrist, leaving him pretty much helpless.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just kept still,” Neteri sighed, seeing his frustration. Well, it was a little fucking hard to be still when someone who’s basically a stranger is running their hands all over your bare skin. He considered trying to kick her, but she’d probably just chain him up more and keep going, and he’d rather this bullshit just be over with already.

Being chained down on his back somehow made this infinitely worse. There was nowhere to run, nothing he could do, Neteri looming over him as she put her hands all over him, touching his chest, his brand, squeezing his arms, grabbing his chin, pulling at his eyelids, gloves on now, hands in his mouth, poking at the stump of his tongue, feeling his teeth, gripping his hair to turn his head from side to side, his skin was crawling, crawling, his muscles tense, breaths coming short, fast, he just wanted her to get off stop touching him examining him taking notes reducing him down to just numbers just a body not a person not someone who got boundaries or personal space no just someone who gets touched and touched and touched-

“Castys! Hey, hey, just breathe.” Neteri was standing over him now, fiddling with the cuffs on his wrists, releasing him. Castys hadn’t even realized he was hyperventilating, but he tried his best to calm down as he scrambled to the other end of the bed, as far away from her as he could get. Neteri watched him sadly. “I…I was making you uncomfortable, wasn’t I? I’m sorry, I just thought you were trying to be a nuisance.” No shit he was fucking uncomfortable, how the hell did she misread that?! At least she looked upset by this, but it was way too late for that. Castys still felt like there were bugs crawling all over him, and he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest. 

Neteri reached out a hand in a misguided attempt to comfort him, but after seeing how Castys flinched and bared his teeth, she backed off. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you alone. Well, I’ll go get you something to eat, and then I’ll leave you alone. Until tomorrow, and then you’ll have a tongue again and you can complain all you want and yell at me, okay?” Castys would rather never have to see her stupid face ever again, but that’s not how this was gonna work, so he just nodded silently, not relaxing until she’d left the room. 

He almost wanted to take a shower again, just to wash the feeling of her hands off, but it was starting to subside, so he just pulled his shirt back on and hid under the covers. What was that, exactly? He knew he didn’t like being touched, and he’d never let anyone do it remotely that much, so maybe being touched for so long in such an invasive way had been too overwhelming. Castys had thought he’d be a little tougher than this, since the thought of pain didn’t really scare him, but apparently being pinned down and touched was too much for him? Kind of…pathetic. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he could talk, protest, fight back a little bit with his words. Maybe he’d be okay once he could talk again.

He just hoped Neteri wasn’t lying about giving him his tongue back.

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[littencloud9]

yosano & kunikida + "you're not fooling anyone"

sskk + "winner picks where we're having dinner"

kunichuu + "i didn't mean 'sweep me off my feet' literally"

yosano and kunikida!!! i love them. this could also perhaps be kunikidazai or kunichuu or mysterious third person. your choice

"You're not fooling anyone," Yosano says, marching up to Kunikida with her hands on her hips. Kunikida startles and looks up from his work. "What? What do you mean?" She purses her lips. Everyone else in the office has left for lunch break, so she doesn't bother holding back. She gestures to the turtleneck Kunikida is wearing, then reaches out to pull down the collar before he can stop her. Her eyes widen at the assortment of purple bruises on his neck. She suspected it, obviously, but she wasn't prepared for the sheer number of them. "Yosano-san!" Kunikida bats her hand away, blushing profusely while she whistles, both impressed and disgusted. "Damn, you're dating a fucking beast," she gasps. Kunikida shoves her away and she bursts into laughter. Ranpo definitely already knows, but she's going to tell them anyway.

sskk being domestic and stupid is very important to me

"Fine," Atsushi snaps, holding his hand out as a peace offering. "Winner picks what we're having for dinner." He had assumed holding a fist out would obviously mean that he was suggesting a game of rock-paper-scissors. But then Akutagawa tilts his head at him, staring intensely, and Atsushi can see the gears turning in his head. "...You want to fistfight over dinner?" Akutagawa asks with a frown. "I mean, I thought we were past that, but I accept your challenge." "What? No! I'm talking about rock-paper-scissors!" Atsushi groans, flicking his wrist to change the symbol each time. Something clicks in his eyes. "Oh. Okay." Akutagawa ends up winning and Atsushi considers bringing back the fistfight option. He really wanted to eat chazuke tonight.

hehehehe. kunichuu. i think about them and my head goes AHHHHHHH. i changed the phrasing a little bit btw

"When I said to sweep me off my feet," Kunikida begins, tightening his grip on Chuuya's vest, "I didn't mean literally." His boyfriend grins, hoisting him up higher with barely any effort as he continues carrying Kunikida through the crowd, holding him like a princess. Kunikida flushes at the numerous stares they're getting, and his legs dangle awkwardly at the side, but that doesn't stop the fluttering in his stomach. When they reach an emptier area, Kunikida assumes he's going to be put down. Instead, Chuuya leans down, bringing him in for a sweet kiss. "Sorry, pretty boy," Chuuya says as they part, his eyes glittering with mischief. "I must've misunderstood." Kunikida can't muster up a glare even if he tried, too busy trying to calm his racing heart and stuttering breaths. Chuuya laughs at his reaction, connecting their lips again.

send me a sentence + pairing!

[spielzeugkaiser]

Heeeyl

So, quick question. Kinda silly, but still.

Do you think Jaskier has a favourite haircut for Geralt's hair and beard? Like, does he prefer the short hair or the long one? And with or without beard..? (had this thought cause I finally played with this type for geralt and I'm liking it a lot, lol.

Anyway, have a great day! ^^

(PS: I love Witcher!Jaskier SO MUCH🥺😭😭)

Ahhhh, thank you!! That's so sweet! I have drawn that hairstyle so often (because I picked it for my lettenhove AU) I instantly go !!! at it. And I thought of it, but I couldn't decide, I think Jaskier loves them all - instead I'm bringing you MY favorite hairstyles, because I realized.. I have drawn a few.

Now I'm curious which one is y'alls favorite 👀

[awakenthebeing]

Respectively I wanna give Piepoe some soda but I don't know if they like the fizzy stuff.

Also Hi Piepoe, Hope you have a wonderful day you beautiful bundle of pink you!

-Sincerely, a shy anon.

Thank you!! She appreciates the drink and your words!!

[technicalgator]

heavy tf2 petting a cat

What if each team found a stray cat (or any animal) and adopted them in a random TF2 map and they marked what team the animals belonged to with little colored bandannas :D