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love-marimo · 7 months ago

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Hiii Lili <3 could I request one piece character (idk for who you write, so u can choose!) reaction to a reader who is very normal looking girl (doesn't stand out from the crowd to say soo) but in battle/confrontational situation becomes a complete, very violent and dangerous, destruction machine?

The circumstances or if she is friend or foe, you can choose, whatever let's you more inspired. ✨ If you don't like or feel very inspired by the prompt it's okay, I just really liked your writing style ♥️

There is More Than What Meets the Eye (Monster Trio x Fem!Reader)

ー hello!! thanks for the ask. this is actually such a fun idea. i went a little overboard with this one lololololol. and i decided to go with the monster trio ♡ hope u like it :3 if you/anyone wants to read sth about other characters,pls lmk! i currently write for jjk, genshin and of course, one piece ★

ー as always, requests and commissions are open! ♡ (im bored pls give me something to do :'3)

cw: mentions of weapons, violence, and battles

Luffy

he's not someone who likes to expect things from anything, let alone anyone.

but he gets really amused easily.

(luffy is a big yolo person, and it shows)

he is naturally protective of his crew though, and that includes you.

but at the same time, he trusts that everyone is capable of fighting and surviving on their own, so he doesn't think much of your capabilities. he just knows that you're strong.

you had just recently joined the crew and you're figuring out how you can help.

you help with franky and usopp with the ship's repairs.

then you tend to the plants with robin.

then you help sanji cook lots of meals (because luffy eats like a monster)

and then you asked nami if you can clean the study room for her so she can make maps comfortably.

and after all that, you joined zoro to workout with him.

for a normal person, doing all these things would exhaust one at the end of the day, but in your case, you seem to never run out of energy.

the crew is thankful for your help, but what they didn't realize is that you never run out of stamina to just do things.

until luffy points out how restless you are.

"hey, don't you ever get tired?"

you were about to answer him when you noticed the presence of a few marine ships at your tail.

the crew panicked and prepared to change course.

when they fired cannonballs, you immediately caught each and every one of them and threw them back at the ships, causing a simultaneous explosion.

there was one cannonball that you almost missed, so you were quick to grab it.

imagine luffy's surprise when you crushed it with your bare hand before it exploded.

everyone pretty much had their jaws on the floor.

luffy practically had sparkling eyes asking you how you did it.

"wow, i never knew you could do that!"

"what other things can you break with one hand?"

"here, can you break this huge weight?"

you were confused, but you obliged, breaking the weight in half.

"so cool!!"

since then he would start attacking you out of nowhere, trying to catch you off guard.

well that never happened, so one day he'll mope about it.

"hey, seriously, what's your secret?" he asks, poking your cheek.

"there is no secret." you laugh. "i just like to train my body."

"well, that's boring." he complains.

after a while though, he smiles at you.

"i honestly thought you look weak. but you're strong, so keep it up!" he said, pointing his thumbs up.

you didn't know whether to laugh or feel offended, but you took it as a compliment.

it feels good to feel needed by your friends.

Sanji

sanji thinks you're the most vulnerable person in the crew.

he doesn't mean to be condescending or anything.

but you just seem so… bland.

and it's not that he thinks you're so weak to the point that you can't defend yourself. part of him just assumes that you're average when it comes to strength and the other wants to protect you because you're a girl and you're pretty.

one day though, you're docked at an island to stock up on supplies and you forgot to tell the crew that you're going shopping by yourself.

sanji panics. what if something bad will happen to you?

something did happen to you.

you almost got robbed.

and sanji saw you manhandle the robber in a flash, and the next thing he knew, you were pointing a dagger to the robber's eyes.

it was so close and he can feel you wanting to gouge them out.

sanji hid himself for a moment, observing how you fight against the enemies.

you were practically raging, beating them up even if though they're already helpless.

one would try to beg for your mercy but you're pissed off. so you punched them hard in the face, knocking them unconscious.

sanji quietly had a nosebleed.

you were just so?? hot??

i mean you already are beautiful in his eyes but something about you being this strong turns him on surprised the shit out of him.

after you're done, you turned towards sanji, going back to your normal self.

"sanji! i didn't notice you were there."

"oh, i love it when you're violent and sadistic y/n-swann!"

he'll practically throw himself at you, showering you with compliments and following you around like a dog.

"forgive me for saying this, but i didn't realize you were that strong." he'll say.

"well, now you know!" you smiled at him.

instantly had heart eyes

"you are my beloved strong woman! woof!"

ever since then, he'll be even more batshit crazy about you.

every time you display your strength in front of him and the crew, it will take every bit of his will power not to pass out.

Zoro

this man…

he doesn't look like it, but he's very good at reading people

he got it after years of travelling on his own as a pirate bounty hunter

he may not have a good sense of direction, but what he's good at is sensing the strength of his opponents.

given that he's in a fight with one.

it's something he honed over time, so that he can create his own strategies when in battle.

like luffy, he knows that you're strong, and you work well in a team or on your own.

what he doesn't know (or at least he isn't aware of) is the lengths your strength can reach.

he has a gut feeling that you never went all out in your time as a member of the strawhat crew. (he's right)

so his competitive ass decides to test you through a spar.

you get fired up by the idea, since you've been wanting to train with zoro for a while now.

"ready? i won't go easy."

what a cocky bastard tbh.

you're very focused on him.

you're literally the definition of "lock on" every time you fight.

after you took weapon of your choice, you began to spar.

since you're on the deck of the sunny, you were both careful not to use complicated techniques to avoid destroying the ship. but you both still gave your all, unwilling to show any blind spots to one another.

chopper admired both of you on the sidelines, and the clashing of your weapons were heard by everyone on the ship.

"hey, moss head! what do you think you're doing-" sanji tries to interrupt.

then you landed a blow to make zoro lose his grip on his swords.

you ended up on top of him, and you pointed the back of your weapon on his chest.

he expected this so he wasn't surprised.

he found it amusing even.

"knew you were hiding something." he chuckled, uncharacteristically admitting defeat.

"but i'm not! i guess i got a little ahead of myself. sorry." you say, looking away from him, a little flustered.

"what are you sorry for? your strength? you know that's a pretty useless thing to apologize for." he replied.

since that day, he respected you more, and you would train together.

heck, when you're on an island, you'll find spacious and uninhabited places where you can spar with him to go all out.

it almost always ends in a draw.

zoro would go easy on you on the ship because you both know that it's not ideal to fully use your powers.

so the times where you can both give your all, you both make the most of it.

he teaches you how to use swords, and if you already know how, he'll teach you some of his techniques.

much to your happiness.

"you're pretty good, honestly. you can easily catch your enemies off guard with how you look." he admits to you one time.

"that's kind of offensive. but i'll take it!" you laugh.

ー Lolita

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alphajocklover · 5 months ago

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The following story was a commission from a reader who would prefer to remain anonymous. They have given me permission to share this story. Quick thank you to them.

Made For This Town

Maxwell Ford was moving.

Specifically, Maxwell Ford was moving to a small town called Maxford.

Max Ford was moving… to Maxford.

It was almost funny, or at least it would have been funny if Maxwell wasn’t absolutely miserable about this entire thing.

Maxwell hated that they were moving again. His family moved quite a bit, his mothers job as a software engineer bringing them all around the country. Usually Maxwell was fine with moving. It was annoying but he was used to it. He was a fairly social guy and made friends easily. This time Maxwell doubted he’d make any friends at all, mainly because Maxwell was basically moving to the middle of nowhere.

When he had first heard they were moving to a town that shared his name he thought it was actually kind of cool. Even when he learned it wasn’t a city he had still been kind of excited. He had lived in cities his entire life, and had actually been curious about what it might be like to live in a small town. Then he had learned about what Maxford was actually like. There wasn’t a lot of information about it on the internet, which was a little strange since everything was on the internet these days, but what he had learned had soured him on the town completely. Maxford was… well it was weirdly normal. There was no other way to put it. The town was weirdly normal. Maxwell knew that a lot of small towns were conservative and focused on athletics, but Maxford seemed to take it to a whole new level. Everyone was conservative and athlete obsessed. Absolutely everyone! It didn’t sound possible, but try as he might Maxwell couldn’t find any semblance of any sort of counter culture. There were no nerds, no goths, no punks and no LGBTQ people of any kind. The only mention of LGBTQ people and Maxford were some quack conspiracy theorists online raving about some kind of reality changing forcefield. Maxwell was convinced that even if he found other nerdy or gay people like him in Maxford, they’d be absolutely crazy. It wasn’t like Maxwell could do anything about it though. He was just 18 and hadn’t finished highschool yet. He didn’t have the means to live on his own. So he resigned himself to spend his senior year surrounded by jocks. Though that didn’t stop him from pouting about it the whole ride there.

“God it’s like there's no cell service out here.” Maxwell groaned from the passenger seat of his family's subaru. Maxwell could hear his dad, Samuel Ford, sigh from the driver's seat, and could tell his dad was rolling his eyes without even looking. Maxwell knew it was all in good fun though. He and his dad actually got along great, which made sense considering they were both very similar. Both were skinny men who appeared younger than they were and had a love for sci-fi and video games. The only real difference was that Samuel was far more mature and less emotional then Maxwell. His emotional maturity and kindness was probably the only reason Samuel was able to get Maxwell’s mother, Rose, to go out with him. Rose was both attractive and ambitious, and Samuel absolutely adored her. She had driven ahead in the family's other car with a bit more of their stuff, so currently the car was just father and son.

“Son, I know you’re not really excited about this move…” Sam said sympathetically, a kind smile on his face “But I swear it won’t be as bad as you think. I know this town is different from the places we’ve lived before, but I know you’ll make friends.” Sam said. Maxwell doubted it, but said nothing and smiled slightly at his fathers attempts to cheer him up as they approached the city limits of Maxford. “You’ll see, son. As soon as we get in there…”

“You’ll be pulling pussy like fucking crazy.” Sam Ford said, a cocky grin on his manly face as he gave his son a knowing smile.

Max Ford puffed his chest slightly with pride as he smirked at his Dad. He wasn’t really worried about getting a new girl to go out with him, since chicks were basically putty in his hands. Why wouldn’t they be? He was a fucking stud. Over 6 feet tall with roaring, beefy muscles. He was so big he already had a place on the Maxford High football team without even having to try out. He had sent some pictures of himself to the football coach and got a starting place on the football team just like that. But Max liked it when his dad complimented him, since he had looked up to the man his entire life, so he pretended to be nervous about finding a girl for homecoming so his dad would try and cheer him up. His dad was fully aware his son was just playing, but studs like them had to build eachother up. As they drove through Maxford, Max thought about the upcoming school year with a cocky grin. He knew being the new kid in senior year might be a little weird, but a guy like him could make friends anywhere. Plus, a guy named Max Ford in a town called Maxford? It was like fate. Max was sure he’d be the king of his highschool in no time.

Sam pulled up at their new house, parking their SUV next to the family pickup. He got out of the car and sauntered over to his wife Rose, who was waiting for them. She had come earlier to get the house set up. Being a stay at home mom, Rose wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her man. Max rolled his eyes as his parents kissed sloppily, almost gagging as his dad groped his Moms ass. Turning away from them, Max saw a busty girl across the street, staring at him with unhidden interest. With a seductive smirk, Max stripped off his shirt, threw it to the floor, and flexed for the bimbo, who he couldn’t hear giggle and blush as he showed off.

Max laughed. A town full of hot girls and cool bros. It was like the town of Maxford was made for him. Or… maybe he was made for the town of Maxford.

**Hope you guys enjoyed another little trip to Maxford! I don’t know how the fact that the random town name I made up would also make a good jock name didn’t occur to me till now, but I’m grateful it did! If you like this, stay tuned for more or maybe even commission me. I already got another commission for a much longer Maxford themed story on the books! See you later!**

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #nerd to jock #reality change #the hometown hex #my commissions

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therealcocoshady · 6 months ago

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Football season - Commission

Author’s Note : Hi guys ! It’s been a while since I last posted something 😉. It is my great pleasure to share this little one shot that was commissioned to me on my Ko-Fi page ��. I still take requests via Asks but Ko-Fi commissions are prioritized 😉.

Also, thank you to anyone who tips & commissions. It means a lot to a struggling PhD student 💕.

Enjoy !

Football season had officially started and to say you were disappointed was an understatement. You thought you’d enjoy watching games with Marshall in the comfort of your living room, resting on his lap and cuddle with him, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. There was nothing cute or romantic. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It involved grown men yelling in your living room, screaming at the players on TV, spilling food everywhere. You could have turned a blind eye if Marshall had made any effort to make it up to you but… no. Your weekly date night had been replaced by football night and, though at first you had decided to make peace with it, you were fed up. He could have included you in this whole thing but the only time you had tried to watch the game with him and his friends, you had made the cardinal mistake of asking some clarification about the rules, only to be shushed by your man. So, whenever the guys came over (which means whenever they were not actually at the stadium), you retreated to another room after greeting them. You still tried to make an effort and ask Marshall how it went whenever he went to find you after the game, but you weren’t really interested. You had gone a whole six weeks without going on a single date and you felt neglected. Maybe you should have expected this. Maybe being taken for granted happens after moving in together with the man you love. Maybe every woman in America has to put up with something similar. Except you weren’t every woman in America. You were the one and only woman who managed to capture the heart of Marshall Mathers, who already had to put up with a lot, and who deserved a whole lot better than this. You knew your worth and, if Marshall needed to be reminded of who he was living with, you would happily do it.

- Hey pretty girl, he said lovingly as you walked down the stairs in one of your prettiest dresses that you knew he loved. Where are you going dressed like this ?

- On a date, you said casually as you pecked his cheek. Have fun with the guys today.

- Date ? What date ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

- The one my boyfriend will not take me on, you shrugged.

With these words, you left the room before he could even reply. If he didn’t want to take you out, fine. You were a grown woman and you were determined to give yourself what you deserved. In this case, a nice meal in your favorite fancy restaurant, some retail therapy and even a spa session. You were worth it. Sure, not everyone in your household seemed to know it, but you absolutely refused to let it undermine you. So you had the loveliest day by yourself, enjoying the absence of grown men yelling at some football players, as if they could do better on the field. The people you saw at the restaurant were dressed normally and you didn’t have to do put up with corny football apparel. And as you tried on dresses in your favorite store, you purposefully avoided the one in a shade of blue that reminded you of the Detroit Lions logo. You ended up treating yourself to a new dress, a cute lingerie set and a new handbag you’d been eyeing for a while. You ended the day with a trip to your favorite spa where you got a massage. Your whole « date with yourself » was insanely relaxing, and all frustration was gone when you walked back in the house, carrying your bags. As soon as you opened the door, Marshall came to greet you and took the bags from your hands so that you wouldn’t have to carry them. The whole house was clean and calm. A far cry from the usual mess on game night, when his friends would often stay late.

- Where’s everyone ? You asked.

- Sent them home after the game, he said with a smile.

- Did the team lose ?

- Nope, he replied. We won. But I figured we could use a night just the two of us. So that I can make it up to you for being a bad boyfriend.

You cupped his cheek and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

- It’s fine, you shrugged.

- It’s not, he said. I don’t want you to think I’m taking you for granted. I got a little carried away with football and I know it’s on me for missing date night but… I miss you, babe.

- I miss you too, you cooed as he pulled you in a hug.

- How was your date with yourself ? He asked. Did you have a good time ?

- I did, you said with a smile. Did some shopping, went to a nice restaurant and even got a massage. I’m good company.

- This, I know, he chuckled.

- The date was so good I’d deserve to seal the deal, you grinned.

- Oh really ? He asked with a smirk.

- Yes, you hummed. Definitely taking myself to bed and getting some.

- Any way I can get an invite ? He asked lovingly as he cupped your ass.

- Do you think you deserve one ? You giggled.

He smiled and kissed you before leading you to the living room. A huge bouquet of your favorite flowers was standing on the coffee table, and he had prepared a small set up with your favorite snacks and drinks in front of the TV, complete with some cute candles.

- I though we could have a little date night, he suggested. Unless you-

- It’s just perfect, you cooed.

- How about your show me what you bought, doll ? He suggested.

You grabbed the bags and showed him your purchases. You ended up trying on the dress for him and showing him the bag.

- What’s in that box ? He asked as he pointed to the only thing you hadn’t shown him yet.

- Lingerie, you hummed.

- Don’t you want to show me ? He asked innocently.

- Not sure you deserve it just yet, you grinned.

He chuckled and you could see in his eyes that he relished the challenge. He was the most competitive person you knew. You should have known he’d take it this way. Still, you made sure to playfully roll your eyes. The two of you ended up lounging on the couch, watching a movie. Marshall even let you choose, and you happily put on a crappy chick flick, your guilty pleasure. You were cuddling, curled up on his side while he played with the hem of your new dress, not really paying attention to the movie.

- You’re so pretty, he whispered. I’m the luckiest man on earth.

- Glad you finally recognize it, you grinned.

- I love the guys but, frankly, game night doesn’t compare to this, he continued as he buried his face in your neck before placing a kiss there.

You let out a soft giggle and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace while you focused on the movie. With each passing minute, he held you a little closer and, eventually, you ended up on his lap, munching on popcorn while he stroked your thigh, his fingers going higher and higher as time went on.

- Marshall, you lightly scolded.

- But you’re so pretty, he whispered. And your skin is so soft.

- I blame the body oil they used for the message, you hummed.

- I could have given you a massage if you’d asked, he grinned.

- Right, you chortled.

- Don’t believe me ? He asked.

- You would have taken advantage, you hummed. Can’t keep your hands to yourself.

- How can I be expected to, when you’re so beautiful ? He asked before mouthing at your neck from behind.

You let out a sight of satisfaction and you could feel smile against your skin. How could you be expected to stay mad at him when he was being so adorable ? He kept on stroking your thigh, while one of his hand gently cupped your boob, thumb grazing over your nipple. You let out a small moan, unable to hide your pleasure.

- How could I neglect you like this, love ? He whispered. Gotta make it up to you, yeah ?

- Yeah, you said breathily.

His hand that was on your thigh traveled higher to go and cup your pussy over the lace of your panties, as he kept on fondling your boob.

- Marsh-… th-the movie, you said unconvincingly.

- Keep watching, babe, I got you, he said seductively.

Before you could say anything, he got up and let you settle in the couch, before kneeling between your legs and removing your panties.

- Let me make it up to you, he pleaded.

You nodded and he bunched your dress up to your waist, getting a better access to your pussy that was already throbbing with anticipation. Without a second of hesitation, he buried his face between your legs and began eating you out, gently exploring your folds with his tongue. You were so comfortable, resting against the couch pillows, your head against the headrest, all you had to do was to enjoy the moment and, boy, did he make it enjoyable. He took his sweet time, as if he was enjoying a gourmet meal, softly teasing your clit. His hands were on your thighs, keeping them apart, fingers gently digging into your skin. You watched him from above, enjoying how focused he was, eyes closed, dedicating himself to it, to you. You ran your hand in his hair, prompting him to keep going, which he happily did. His tongue was soft against your bud, sending shivers in your whole body. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the heavenly sensation of your man pleasuring you.

- I love you, you whimpered.

He hummed, sending vibrations against your pussy, making you moan. You could feel your own wetness, only increased by his saliva. He gently inserted a finger in you and you almost felt relieved. You abandoned yourself to the sweet sensation and, soon enough, upon seeing how wet you were, he added another one, gently curling them so that they’d hit that sweet spot that made you see stars. You couldn’t hold your mewls, the combination of him sucking on your clit and fingering you at the same time making you feel ecstatic. You tightened the grip on his head, unconsciously praying he wouldn’t stop, and this prompted him to quicken the pace of his fingers. You could feel your toes curl and pleasure tickle your body as your breathing accelerated, your climax being near. Your heard yourself beg for relief and Marshall happily obliged, making you cry tears of euphoria. You could feel him smile against your pussy and he placed a kiss on your inner thigh before getting up and kissing you. You were all zoned out, the couch having turned into a cloud. He chuckled as soon as he saw your face and he gently cupped your cheek, admiring the glow the orgasm gave you.

- I’m so in love with you, he said.

- I love you, you cooed. Do you want me to-

- I’m good, love, he replied with a smile. It’s all about you.

You hummed before shivering a bit, making him chuckle. He always made fun of how you were always cold after having an orgasm. He grabbed one of his hoodies that was nearby and handed it to you. You kissed him lovingly as a thank you and decided to go change, putting a PJ short, a tank top and his hoodie. When you got back to the living room, he gestured for you to sit in his lap and you cuddled while watching what was left of the movie. Evidently, you hadn’t paid a lot of attention to what was on screen. You tried to catch up, enjoying Marshall’s arms around you. There was what you missed about date night : time set aside just for the two of you, his warm presence and his intoxicating cologne. You didn’t need much. When the movie ended, he led you to the bedroom and you laid in bed while he undressed, only keeping his boxers on. You couldn’t help but stare as he removed his tee-shirt, revealing his perfect chest, toned abs and muscular pecs. You’d been together for a while but every single time you saw this man undress, you found yourself to be under his spell.

- Your parents never told you you shouldn’t stare ? He grinned.

- I wouldn’t stare if the view wasn’t worthy, you said innocently.

- You say it as if you weren’t a fucking art piece yourself, he scoffed.

- Right, you chortled.

- I mean it, he replied with a smile as he joined you in bed and pulled you to him. You are stunning. I love you in my hoodies.

- I do love wearing them, you admitted.

He smiled and kissed your temple before turning the lights off and pulling you to him once again, absolutely refusing for there to be any distance between your bodies.

- Thanks for tonight, you whispered as you buried your face in his neck. I missed having you all to myself.

- I’m sorry I got caught up in work and football, he said. I’ll do better. I didn’t realize you were so pissed.

- Ok, you said softly. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be all dramatic when I left. I was just annoyed. But tonight made it better.

- I’m glad, he replied with a smile you could hear. I’m sorry.

- Stop apologizing, you giggled. I’ve already forgiven you.

- Yeah. Sorr-

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you turned and kissed him so that he’d shut up. You could feel his lips twitching into a grin as he kissed you back. What started as a soft peck quickly turned into a hot and steamy make out session and it didn’t take long for Marshall’s hands to wander under his hoodie, stroking the warm skin in your back. You were straddling him and you could feel his bulge against your clad pussy (though the fabric definitely wasn’t too thick). You started to grind slowly, earning a groan and a sigh of pleasure. He gently bit your lower lip and you ground a little harder against his hardness. He was quick to remove both your (his) hoodie and your tank top, his hands finding their way to your front, cupping your breasts, gently teasing your nipples. He sat up, firmly keeping you in place, so that he was able to suck on your tit, making you whimper as you kept dry humping him.

- Need you, you whispered breathily.

A couple of seconds later, your shorts and his boxers were on the floor and you were lowering yourself onto him, feeling your pussy stretching, adjusting to his size. It stung a bit, in spite of your evident arousal. You let out a throaty moan as you took all of him and he gave you a satisfied grunt. You started moving your hips slowly, enjoying each and every sensation, the friction directly stimulating your swollen clit. Marshall’s hips moved in sync with yours, setting a gentle pace that allowed the two of you to enjoy the connection. He placed a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss that was worth a thousand words, while he grabbed a handful of your ass with his free hand. You were chest to chest, lips connected and you moved your hips, attempting to quicken the pace, but he refused to collaborate, opting for slower motions. His thrusts were deliberately unhurried, but you could feel him deep inside you, almost gasping each time he hit your cervix. You could swear you felt him in your whole abdomen. You moaned into the kisses, enjoying the pleasurable pain of feeling him so well, appreciating the fix of your favorite drug : him. You were in ecstasy, wrapped in each other’s embrace, both of your whimpers filling the room. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and made you roll on the mattress so that he’d be on top, shifting you to a missionary position that allowed him to stare at you, even in the obscurity. You couldn’t see much of the room around you, but you managed to gaze into each other’s eyes, almost connecting to each other’s soul. You cupped his cheek and placed kisses on his jaw as he finally quickened his pace, closing his eyes as he did so. You wrapped your legs around his waist, as if to make sure he wouldn’t stop, and you felt your thighs clench around him as the both of you came at the same time. A second later, your man nearly collapsed on top of you.

- I love you, you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair.

- I love you too, he said emotionally. More than anything.

- More than football ? You giggled.

- More than football, he chuckled.

You closed your eyes and you held each other as the both of you drifted to sleep without bothering to change position.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #recovery fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine

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prettyrealm · 10 months ago

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how do the ive members see wonyoung?

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an yujin - she thinks wonyoung is extremely professional and a great idol, she admires that she will try in all aspects of the job (she’s always on “idol-mode”) but she thinks that wonyoung wants to be the it girl, is proud of it, and doesn’t plan on giving that spot up. wonyoung is on yujin’s mind all the time because of this, and I think the reason she sees so many good qualities in wonyoung is because she wants to be more like her. she definitely feels as if she lives in wonyoung’s shadow. she thinks wonyoung is highly attractive.

gaeul - she doesn’t really view wonyoung as a real person. she thinks she’s very distant and that she doesn’t really hang out with the ive members unless she has to (so maybe she’s the first to leave dance practices, or skips out on hanging out with members after work). she thinks wonyoung is really good at being on idol-mode as well. she sees it as not who she really is, not that she thinks she’s a snake or something either, rather it’s more like “no one could really be this way”,’ it’s like she feels she doesn’t and will never know the real wonyoung (as wonyoung doesn’t really open up even behind the scenes). a part of her is even curious to see if wonyoung will ever “break character” one day. she thinks wonyoung is very beautiful.

rei - she thinks wonyoung super attractive, she is actually attracted TO wonyoung (didn’t ask if she acted on it or plans to btw, this is just how she feels). she thinks wonyoung is elite at her job, very beautiful and able to pull everything off, it’s likely that she thinks wonyoung is the best idol in the group. she thinks wonyoung is the ultimate woman. she thinks wonyoung’s kindness is real, she thinks you wouldn’t be able to maintain that type of personality/aura for so long if it wasn’t genuine (she seems to also have the tendency of glossing over possible negative traits or behaviors to interpret them as more positive). she thinks she rarely has a bad day with wonyoung and she can even get butterflies when they’re together. she has a lot of trust in wonyoung and likes her to the point where if wonyoung was ever super mean to her (or betrayed her in some way) she would actually feel heartbroken. she often feels sorry for wonyoung and wishes she could make things easier for her, she sees wonyoung as someone who often has hard times.

liz - she thinks wonyoung is very professional - again, a really good idol. she sees her as a perfectionist and that she’s confident but not arrogant (humble enough that she’s always trying to improve herself and isn’t the type to think she knows everything). she thinks wonyoung’s constant striving for perfection has very harmful consequences though (physically and mentally). she thinks wonyoung is distant and on idol-mode 99.9% of the time so what she sees often isn’t the real wonyoung, but she assumes this is just her being professional rather than fake. she genuinely likes wonyoung and would love to be closer to her and hang out with her more because she thinks she could be a good friend to her, but wonyoung is too distant and simply won’t let that happen.

leeseo - she wants to be wonyoung, there’s a chance that she was even wonyoung’s fan before meeting her. she tries to copy everything wonyoung does, even with how wonyoung acts behind the scenes, she finds herself wanting to be like that (whether she can pull it off or not). this makes her jealous though, she finds herself jealous of how willing people are to help wonyoung because of how loved she is. she understands wonyoung is on “idol-mode” often and this makes her more jealous because she’s like, “yeah i want to be like this too, but I can’t believe everyone is so nice to you when you aren’t even being real!”. i think a part of her even hopes for wonyoung to “crack” and for people to realize she’s not perfect, but overall she basically sees wonyoung as the luckiest girl in the world. she does think wonyoung has a lot of pressure on her though.

#tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop #celebrity tarot reading #celebrity tarot #piano tarot #wonyoung #wonyoungism #ive tarot #ive readings #ive wonyoung #gaeul #ive leeseo #an yujin #ive rei #ive liz

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eliotlime · 2 months ago

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November update post thing

Drawing of me watching short-form video content without sound vs one where I am lol

If you use short-form video platforms of any kind and would like to help me with my survey you can do so here! Though I'll probably be closing it sometime next week (2nd November 2024 ish) to collate the data for submission.

I've got a metric tonne of deadlines due next week but you know what it's blog update time!!

This is also not going to be scheduled to post because I usually write these on the 29th but I forgot! So it's getting posted now!!

💀 School..

Yeap as I've said I'm in school so that's still in progress, I have completely no idea what I'm doing everyday and as it turns out no time to worry about it either I got deadlines baby!!!

I mean in theory I understand but it's all a big question mark to me, like i need to be reassured like a nervous dog that I'm doing the right thing and what not

And because of that I'm real sorry about pushing the Abacelsus zine to the back burner, I actually got quite a lot of it done before I had to lock in for school of course.

And though I said I had a lot of sketches I didn't post well they were shittier than I liked them to be so I wanted to make it look nicer. Oh well dems the breaks.

Another screenie of my school work, they didn't really go into depth about how to specifically design stuff so it's basically me frankenstien-ing stuff I've seen existing and just trying my best lol

I mean.. overall it's funnnn... i guess... I do like projects but everyone in my class are adults with established jobs or goals. Even those who are around my age seem to know what they're aiming for too, feels like I'm an unemployed little sucker fumbling in the dark. Can be humiliating I won't lie, why is learning something new so embarrassing?

Aside from that I'm seeing people be so social online while studying too and it's almost mesmerizing, it's definitely survivor bias but those that can balance it are fascinating to me.

📖Anthology Update

Agh enough of that debbie downer bullshit, I'll tell you what I've also got due next week! That's right!! The drafts for my anthology!

Screenie of one of the panels I posted onto my ko-fi discord!

I'm not even half way done and it's due on the 6th of December. I'm beyond FUCKED. Anyway I can get it done by then but the school shit is sucking the life out of me through my ears.

☕ Ko-Fi Page

Deadlines aside I've also randomly launched my Ko-fi Membership page! I haven't quite had the time to properly promote it but it's there and I've been updating it every so often

I've got stuff up there already and comics of things that aren't polished (or sfw) enough for me to post. Especially if you're interested in my characters and would like to support me, here's a good hub to check all of it out!

The Ko-fi Discord updates the most frequently, basically every time I draw anything (Which is quite often!). The actual ko-fi gallery is only being updated every week to prevent spam.

Shout out to my one ko-fi member, wormfriend. Right now it's quite funny to have just the one but I definitely would like more so plz join!!! I promise I draw a lot!!!

🌯 Wrapping it up...

That's all I've got for you this month, real grind-y and uneventful but hey some moths are like that. I talked about opening my commissions again in December and I intend to keep that promise but as of yet the first week is not looking too hot haha. I'll consider it on the 7th but whuff it's real packed right now!

I don't have really anything else to say or add that isn't either

a) incredibly negative and self deprecating

b) cussing the shit out of disrespectful transphobic anonymous asks I've been getting

so I'm just going to end this hastily written blog update here and get back to work!

I leave you with this cool down drawing of a honda civic and my attempts at a motorcycle that can also hover in the air.

As always thank you so much for reading and I've been so busy I haven't even had time to work on my annual redraw that's been sitting in my folders gah! If you’d like to support me, here’s my ko-fi page again and my itchi.io & gumroad as well.

If you have any questions or just generally want to talk to me, my DMs and askbox is always open! Any professional enquires can be sent towards my email as well: [email protected]

XOXO, Stay weird!

-Eliot :)

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jujumin-translates · 4 months ago

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[A3!] Event | Devil Maid’s Holiday | Episode 3

Sakuya: Umm, okay, so I bought this and this I got too. So this should be all the stuff on the list… right?

Muku: Yeah! Hehe, I can’t wait for the Halloween party.

Azami: A lotta y’all sure like parties, huh?

Azami: But ain’t that too many materials for decorations? The hell are you even gonna do with all of that?

Muku: Kazu-kun’s busy, so Citron-sama, Taichi-kun, and I have been thinking about doing some decorating…

Azami: …So you’re sayin’ that you needed to get all this new stuff ‘cause you got excited and jumped the gun?

Muku: Sorry for making you help too, Sakuya-kun.

Sakuya: Don’t worry about it. I’ve been helping out with shopping a lot lately, so I’m used to it. This is nothing for me.

Azami: You’re way too good for your own good, Sakuya-san. …You too, Muku-san.

Sakuya: Anyway, are you gonna dress up too?

Azami: Yeah, I mean, probably… I might need to get some makeup, though.

Muku: Ah, but… Didn’t Yuki-kun say that the costumes might be difficult this time?

Sakuya: Huh?

Azami: Seriously? I wonder what’s goin’ on with Yuki-san…

Muku: Yuki-kun said that he was working on the costume for his commission the other day, and that’s when he got inspired to make another one.

Sakuya: So that’s what!

Sakuya: (That reminds me, didn’t he say that if the first costume was good enough, then… The person must’ve liked it.)

Azami: Damn, that’s incredible. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t handle the other costumes.

Muku: Yeah. It’s not the same as making costumes for us, so I’m sure he’s got more things to keep in mind… So it’s probably pretty time-consuming.

Sakuya: (Yuki-kun must’ve really worked hard to prepare all those rough sketches.)

Sakuya: (I knew Yuki-kun’s passion would rub off on other people. This makes me feel kinda happy too.)

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*Door opens*

Sakuya: We’re home!

Azami: We’re back.

Citron: Ohh, you have finally returned!

Muku: Citron-sama, Taichi-kun, I got stuff for the party.

Taichi: Thanks! …But now’s not the time, we’ve got a problem!

Sakuya: A problem? What do you mean…?

Citron: Everyone, come this way! Hurry, hurry!

Azami: Wait, what even happened…!?

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*Door opens*

Citron: I have brought them! Yuki, Director, explain!

Yuki: I mean, it’s not really that big of a deal.

Izumi: So, the person who commissioned Yuki-kun to make the costumes was so impressed with the finished costume that they went and took a look at Yuki-kun’s Inste again.

Izumi: That’s how they found out that Yuki-kun’s also a member of a theater company.

Izumi: So, they asked him if we’d like to wear the costumes to perform on stage at the Halloween event.

Sakuya: So does that mean they’re requesting MANKAI Company to perform?

Izumi: Yeah, something like that. Apparently, the client is also the organizer of that Halloween event…

Azami: Seriously? That’s pretty damn incredible.

Muku: So when you said you’d be making other costumes…

Yuki: I meant that I needed to make costumes for us.

Izumi: They didn’t specify anything about the contents of the performance, but ultimately, it’s for a Halloween event.

Izumi: They just asked that the theme be related to that.

Yuki: Yeah. Plus, the first costume I made was also one created with the idea of a devil in mind, so that part shouldn’t be a problem.

Yuki: Also, the client specified that they wanted me to be the one to wear the first costume I made.

Izumi: When the client saw it on Inste, they said they already knew they wanted to see Yuki-kun wear that costume.

Yuki: I really never expected that I’d be the one wearing it, but… Whatever, if I make some adjustments, I’ll be able to wear it no problem.

Azami: Aight, now all we’ve gotta do is figure out what the performance is gonna be about.

Sakuya: …Um! Could I say something?

Izumi: ?

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#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #azami izumida

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donnalawliet · 6 months ago

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Coffee or Tea? (Five x Derek oneshot)

I really didn't like the way they handled Five's "love story" in Season 4. And even though he would have been fine without a romance too, here's my version of a Five experiencing love with a human. Not with Lila, but with Derek, Five's CIA colleague. This is set post S3 and pre S4. This is my personal addition to the Season 4 fix it movement. And even though it's set prior to that last season, I still think it counts.

I mentioned under a post that I would rather ship Five x Derek than Five x Lila. So...Here I am, doing exactly that.

Thank you @tuttle-did-it , @ashes-and-starlight and @xx-blood-lemons-xx for the initial inspiration! I hope you like it, especially you, @ashes-and-starlight . (I‘ll enjoy your Five diner fanfic when it comes out 😊)

I also wanted to thank @lookingforhappy for the post explaining why Five being a member of the CIA didn‘t make much sense. I attempted to explain some plotholes that you mentioned 😅

One last thanks goes to @i-am-tardis-locked for listening to me rambling all day, like always.

Anyway, let‘s get going!

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Summary: After being stuck in a reset universe without powers or siblings, Five joins the CIA to keep an eye on his family. There, he meets Derek and is suddenly confronted with all kinds of things he hadn't faced in years. Some of them seem uncomfortable at first, but he learns to warm up.

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Stranded in a new timeline, without his siblings or powers, Five was forced to adapt. Luckily, he was used to doing that. His father had once complimented his ability to adapt and Sir Reginald Hargreeves wasn’t exactly known for dolling out compliments for everyone and everything. In the four decades he had spent in the apocalypse, adapting to his enviroment was equal to survival. That included no longer feeling guilty for raiding corpses or no longer being picky when it came to food. The apocalypse was by no means a five star restaurant. When he transferred to the Commission, he had to adapt once more. New manners, new job, new people.

But through all of this adapting, one goal had stayed consistent. To save his family from the impending apocalypse, to go back for them. Once he left the courtyard without his siblings though, still coming to terms with the fact that he had his arm back…his goal had to adapt as well. This was no longer about actively saving his family. It was about keeping them safe. They came above everything else, not him.

Reginald had taught them a few things that back then, none of the Umbrella Academy members thought would be useful.That included obtaining legal documents, without the legal part. In the Commission, Five had sometimes watched the legal department, how they fabricated fake IDs, court orders or other documents with ease.

And even though he was nowhere near that level, he was good enough. It took him about a week to create an ID, a birth certificate and a high school diploma. All of it was a lot of work. He sometimes had to break into buildings to add himself to their records, but he didn’t care. It would be worth it in the long run.

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Attending college was relatively easy in comparison, bordering on boring. Five’s father had prepared them quite well for that level of learning and in the apocalypse, he had become an expert on math and quantum physics. So a lot of the lectures ended up just being a formality.

Instead of writing things down, Five occupied himself with looking up his family. Allison was in LA with her husband, daughter and Klaus. Luther had found a new place of employment, along with Diego, who had welcomed his first daughter with Lila. Five quickly wiped at his eyes as soon as he read the announcement in the online newspaper. As much as he wished to be an uncle, he couldn’t. Not just yet.

Five finished college in record time. He didn’t attend the ceremony, even though a part of him wanted to. Only the weak need praise to carry on, he remembered his father’s words. And he didn’t have time to be weak. He had a job to do.

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Protecting his siblings required sacrifices and overcoming personal challenges. That was something Five had realised a long time ago. But when he sent his application to the CIA, that realisation hit him like a ton of bricks once more. he roughly knew what a job like that was like. It required absolute loyalty, going undercover, a physical and psychological examination. All of it reminded him of the Commission. He would have an employer again, be stuck in an office instead of enjoying retirement.

Upon receiving his acceptance letter and the request to move to Washington DC for his training, Five slowly walked into his bathroom to look in the mirror. His fake birth certificate stated that he was 18, but in truth his body had just turned 16. Upon looking at his reflection though, he didn’t see himself. He saw an old man, traumatised by years of isolation and lack of things like food or personal hygiene.

“It’s going to be okay“, he whispered to himself, though it didn’t sound very convincing, “As long as they’re alright…it will be worth it.“

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Throughout his training, Five felt an odd sense of numbness. He expected to feel disgusted by how much it reminded him of his training at the Academy or Commission. But there was nothing of the sort. No sense of anger towards the profiler during his psych eval, which he passed with flying colours. He knew what answers he had to give in order to be left alone. Five remembered how much the Commission profiler had bothered him, how he had hated getting his deepest insides get revealed in astonishing detail, until he had learned how to adapt.

But he felt nothing. Neither the obstacle course, examinations by a doctor or profiler really bothered him. He just went through the daily routine, like a zombie with just one goal. There was no anxiety when his test results arrived nor joy when the other cadets celebrated upon passing them. In what felt like a blink of an eye, his training was over and he was assigned jobs. And that was when he met Derek.

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When Director Ribbons had announced that he wouldn’t be working alone, Five had been hesitant at first. Even back in the Commission, he had always insisted on working alone. No partner to bother him or distract him from his plans. But while the Handler had accepted this violation of protocoll, the Director didn’t.

“You’re a new and promising agent“, Ribbons had told him, without offering Five a seat to sit down in, “And despite your maturity, a partner will do you good, I’m sure of it. On undercover missions, you may go on your own, but I don’t see a reason for it in the office.“

Five bit his lip and shifted slightly. He liked being able to wear a suit again instead of the uniform that showed his knees to everyone. In a suit, people were forced to take him more seriously in some way.

“Sir, while I understand what you mean“, he hated having to take on a polite tone like that, “I really do work better alone. I’ll produce good results.“

Five wasn’t a fan of the whole respect game. But in order to stay employed, he unfortunately had to treat his boss with some level of respect, despite being much older.

Ribbons looked him over for a moment. Sometimes, Five had the feeling that his boss saw more than just an agent, but he couldn’t quite place it. Despite his request, he shook his head.

“You’ll be working with a partner. Go to your desk, he’s already waiting for you.“

Five had no other choice but to obey that order. If he protested more, it could result in another psych eval or unnecessary questions. So he simply nodded and made his way towards his desk, pushing the intrusive thoughts on how to quickly kill his boss out of his head. Ever since he had started to work at the Commission a few years ago, these thoughts refused to go away.

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As soon as he entered his room, a young man stood up from his chair. If Five had to guess, he was only a few years older than himself, dressed in a dark green blazer, with a tie and light blue shirt underneath it. More casual than Five’s three piece suit, but still professional. His blonde hairstyle reminded Five a bit of the 1950s, but the glasses and soft facial features broke that illusion. Only a few seconds after entering did Five notice that he had been staring. His mind was really all over the place.

“I’m Derek Young“, his visitor eventually said after no introduction from Five came, “I’m your new partner, pleasure to meet you.“

He held out his hand to shake, a soft smile illuminating his features. Only then did Five regain his senses and shook his hand, making eye contact for the first time. He still wasn’t completely comfortable with touch, the sensation sometimes proved too much.

“Five, Hargreeves“, he replied, keeping it short and with no explanation on why he shared his last name with one of the most well known people in the world. Derek didn’t seem bothered by that cold introduction though, still smiling.

“Our boss told me quite a lot about you, Mr.Hargreeves“, Derek remarked while sorting through one of the files on the desk.

Five froze for a few moments. Not because of the first part of the sentence, he had heard that one many times. But never in his whole life had he been called Mr.Hargreeves by anyone. His siblings had called him Five, his father Number Five, the Handler and everyone at the Commission either those or Mr.Five on the rare occasion. But never Mr.Hargreeves. It didn’t feel like him, even though he was surely old enough to be called that. Still…it didn’t feel right.

“Please don’t call me that, Mr.Derek“, he told him, trying to keep his voice firm, but only being half successful. Five scolded himself for how weak he sounded. Why did a simple name break his mind?

Derek frowned for a moment, then shrugged like it was nothing.

“Very well. Is Mr.Five alright with you?“, he asked, almost carefully that time, as if testing out the waters, “Since you call me Mr.Derek.“

He had expected to not like that way of adressing him either. The Handler had called him that after all. And every time he thought of her, his stomach flipped upside down in not a good way. But surprisingly, Five felt oddly fine with it. Derek’s voice and body language was nothing like his former employer, there was no need to be alarmed in any way. He didn’t have to look up at him like he had always had to do with her and everyone else, they were roughly the same height. Five pulled himself out of his thoughts and shrugged.

“Sure, why the hell not. Do you know where in the building I can find a decent cup of coffee?“

The rush of caffeine always helped Five with distracting himself. No falling asleep, no nightmares, just work.

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At first, Five had assumed that Derek would annoy him. He was much younger after all, there were still things like hope and life left in his eyes. His partner went to work with the genuine intention of helping others. He got Five coffee every morning, while he himself stuck with tea. And even though Five could never understand how one could prefer hot leaf juice over some roasted black coffee, he had to admit that Derek brought him some good coffee.

“Which machine do you go to?“, he asked one morning after taking his first sip, “No matter which part of the building I go to, all coffee tastes like absolute crap.“

Five wasn’t one for making small talk, so Derek was a bit caught off guard by the genuine curiosity. A light blush began to settle down on his cheeks and he cleared his throat a bit.

“I…I bring the coffee blend with me. I can give you the adress of the shop I go to, if that’s what you want, Mr.Five. It’s no big deal, I just thought you might enjoy it more. I can’t stand the tea they give out here either“, he replied and hid part of his face with his teacup.

For the first time in what felt like years, Five’s lip tugged upwards. It took him a moment to realise that he was smiling in a genuine way, like an idiot. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop, a comforting warmth building up in his chest. He could barely remember the last time someone had genuinely cared about him in such a small way. Derek didn’t even like coffee, yet he brought a good blend of it to work, just so Five would feel a bit happier. The warmth in his chest moved upwards, settling in his cheeks in a similar way to Derek. He was blushing like a hormonal teenager, which he both was and wasn’t.

“Oh, I…Thank you“, he eventually managed to mumble, “That’s very kind of you. I’ll just…Go talk to our boss, he wanted something.“

Five quickly made his way out of the room, taking a few deep breaths as he leaned against the nearest wall. Ribbons didn’t even want anything, but he had needed an excuse to gather his bearings.

“Shit…get yourself together“, he whispered to himself, the taste of coffee still present on his tongue. And like every time he felt upset or overwhelmed, the last words of his former wife, Dolores, echoed through his mind: I want you to enjoy your life, Five. We had good years together, but it’s time that you learn to live without me. You fought so hard for your family, it’s time that you enjoy the results.

Five reached up as a single tear traced down his cheek, quickly wiping it away. He was a grown man, why was he so overwhelmed by this? He decided to avoid Derek for the rest of the day, he needed time to think.

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A few weeks later, Five learned that if he wanted to, Derek could be just as sarcastic as he was. Ever since he had started working there, Susan had been a figurative pain in everyone‘s ass. But because she was a senior agent with a long history, almost no one dared say anything about it. One day, while waiting for their turn on the copier, she began to rant about all kinds of problems plaguing her. Five had to seriously focus on not snapping her neck, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Anyway, my son just introduced me to his boyfriend. Boyfriend?! He’s a man, how can he be attracted to another man? That’s not how it works!“, Susan exclaimed and looked at them, expecting nods or general confirming words.

Derek crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked her up and down. Five knew that look. He had given it to several idiots before.

“So you’re saying one should rather fall in love with a body than with a soul? That’s really shallow and sad“, he said and gave her a fake look of pity before grabbing the files from the desk next to the copier. While Susan still scrambled for words, Five turned towards Derek with surprise.

“Did you…Did you just…?“, he asked, lost for words for once. In response, Derek simply shrugged, a confident smile on his face.

“Somebody had to tell her, she was annoying me. Why, do you have a problem with that, Mr.Five?“

That last sentence had a certain edge to it, as if Derek was either scared or prepared that Five would say yes. However, Five shook his head almost immediately. He had been more surprised than anything else.

“No, not at all. Maybe she’ll keep her damn mouth shut for a few hours“, Five quickly deflected, still processing what had just happened. After that short conversation, they just continued with their day as if nothing had happened.

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Later that evening, while reviewing his family’s files, Five’s thoughts began to wander once more. During the apocalypse, he had never really thought about his sexuality. He had Dolores, but she barely counted as a woman. He had never really felt the desire to have sex, he had more desired to just see a familiar face. Any human face, if he was being honest with himself. And the tough survival conditions didn’t leave much room to think about what he was attracted to. When he closed his eyes, he realised that he could see himself with a woman by his side just as easily as with a man.

And even though he knew how sex worked, the thought of himself having sex with anyone whatsoever left him disgusted. He vaguely remembered telling Klaus in 2019: What a disturbing glance into this thing you call a brain, when he had mentioned the topic.

Before his thoughts could go off the rails even more, Five pulled himself back to the present. He had to make sure his siblings were safe, that was why he had taken the job in the first place.

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After a rather frustrating case that had taken weeks and almost made him bang his head against a wall, Five was exhausted, so was Derek.

“Would you like to catch some drinks later?“, Derek asked him as they both gathered their coats. It sounded so casual, in a way that Five could never do himself. In the last few years, Five had attempted to lower his alcohol intake, but he hadn’t completely succeeded in stopping completely.

“Oh, sure, but…I’m not a big fan of bars“, Five responded, sounding almost ashamed. He had gone to bars before, but had never been completely comfortable there. It had almost always been for work. He half expected Derek to decline as a result, mentally cursing himself for being so uptight. But surprisingly, that didn’t happen.

“That’s fine. We can go to my place, if you’d like. I don’t mind it, Mr.Five“, he said with a wink. That name had almost become a form of teasing that they used with each other. Five smirked a bit and put on his coat, a way of protecting himself from the cold November air.

“Lead the way, Mr.Derek.“

People had different types of reactions when they got drunk. Some got more angry and violent, others sad and melancholic, others happy and joyful. Five got more honest after a few drinks, dropping his walls a bit more. And after a few homemade martinis, he found himself relaxing a bit more.

“You’re quite nice“, he mumbled and took another sip from his glass, “Nicer than my family by a long shot. Why? What do you have to gain?“

Derek frowned and sat down on the couch next to him. His drinks had far less alcohol, so he was just feeling a bit tipsy.

“I’m not nice to you because I have something to gain, Five. Why would you think something like that?“ His voice got a bit softer, as if he felt that there was more behind that drunk question.

Five laughed in response, but it held no humor whatsoever. He was overwhelmed by all kinds of different feelings and thoughts.

“Because I’m a rude old man? Because I’ve never done anything to warrant friendliness from someone like you? You’re young, you could just ask for a transfer with someone who is…more like you.“ Five couldn’t care less that he had just hinted at his true age. If Derek left, it would just confirm his world view.

Derek blinked slowly as he listened to Five ramble. He couldn’t completely make sense of what he was saying, but asking would feel quite rude. So after a few seconds of silence, he set his glass down.

“You may come off as rude, yeah, but…That’s not who you are. Remember how you almost ripped Stacy’s head off because she called me a twink? You didn’t even know what it meant at the time“, Derek chuckled a bit and managed to get Five to smile as well, “I don’t care how old you are or how grumpy you can get without coffee. You deserve to be treated well.“

Five stared at him for what felt like hours, but was probably just a few seconds. He wasn’t even sure what his expression his face was making, he could be crying for all he knew. The last time he had felt close to that safe had been with Dolores in an underground bunker they had found.

He didn’t remember what came after, the alcohol sending his memory to nirvana. The next thing that Five knew, he woke up on a dark green couch underneath a knitted blanket. His head was pounding as if he was Zeus giving birth to Athena and the thirst was overwhelming. At the same time, the thought of moving was enough to make him groan.

“Shit…“, Five mumbled and lazily covered his eyes to avoid the sunlight. With it being November, that meant it must be quite late.

“Here you go“, he suddenly heard Derek’s soft voice right next to him. Slowly, Five moved his arm off his face and blinked up at him. The room was a bit darker now, thanks to the curtains. Derek was standing behind the couch so Five didn’t have to move his head too much, wearing his blue shirt without the tie or blazer. His hair wasn’t styled as neatly, it just looked fluffy and soft. But before Five could think about his hair further, his attention was drawn to what Derek was holding. A glass of water and a pill bottle, most likely aspirin.

“You’re my salvation“, Five mumbled and took both. The act of sitting up alone made him groan, but the feeling of cold water sliding down his throat made up for it. “What happened last night? After that…conversation we had.“

Derek cleared his throat a bit and sat down next to him on the couch, his expression unreadable.

“You had two more drinks, talked about your age, your ex wife, your siblings…then you threw up in my potted plant and passed out on my couch“, he explained and brushed his hair a bit more into place, “That’s it, I think.“

Five groaned and leaned back into the pillow that Derek had provided him with. He felt like he had ruined everything. The first casual relationship he had ever managed to build up with a human being that wasn’t his family or someone he had been tasked with assassinating…and he had destroyed it with alcohol.

“Shit…I really ranted a lot, didn’t I?“, he whispered, but Derek could still hear it, “I…I should go, I understand. I overstayed my welcome.“

He attempted to push himself up, his muscles aching from the hangover and hard couch he had been laying on. Though something inside of his chest ached as well. Before Five could stand up, Derek stopped him. The feeling of a hand on his shoulder was enough to make him freeze.

“Mr.Five, that’s not what I meant. You obviously needed to talk about it“, Derek took a deep breath as he looked him over, “And even though I didn’t understand half of it…You don’t need to feel ashamed.“

His words washed over Five like a wave, most of his focus still spent on the simple touch. He wanted to both pull away, overwhelmed by this simple act of comfort, but also lean into it like a starving man in the desert. So he ended up doing neither, just standing there until Derek pulled away again. Five wanted to say so much, but no words made it up his throat and through his lips. After a long and pregnant pause, he simply nodded and made his way out of the appartment. Derek didn’t stop him that time.

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They didn’t talk about that incident for quite some time. For a few months, they went about their daily routine, making small jokes in between, drinking coffee and tea together in the morning. Until eventually, Five mentioned it again.

“What I said about my age, Dolores and my family…did it bother you?“

They were in the middle of sorting through reports, arguably the most boring part of their job, where it sometimes became necessary to fill the silence. Derek only glanced up for a moment before he grabbed his stapler off the desk.

“Why should it? You always seemed…more mature than others. And I’ve known about your family for months. I go through your files just as much as you go through mine.“

Five blushed a bit at the last remark. It was true, he had searched through Derek’s files on a regular basis. Maybe out of paranoia that he was working for the Commission somehow, even though that wouldn’t make much sense. And to know that Derek was doing the same…it strangely grounded him a bit.

As they continued to work in silence, Five’s mind went back to that morning when Derek had touched his shoulder. It hadn’t been an accidental or manipulative touch, it had just been a simple expression of human emotions. He recalled one time when he had been four years old, still thinking that parents were the heroes children made them out to be. They had watched a movie in which a son had hugged his father and his toddler mind had decided to recreate it. But instead of hugging him back, Reginald had pushed him away and sent him to bed without dessert.

Never trust a hug, he had sternly told his adoptive son, For it’s just another way to hide your face.

Ever since then, he hadn’t attempted to hug another human being. But that had been over five decades ago, surely it couldn’t hurt to…

“Could I try something?“, Five broke the silence once more. He hated how uncertain and young he sounded, like a teenager or child, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Derek noticed his different tone too, but decided not to comment on it. During the entire time that they had worked with each other, he had noticed that some things took more out of Five than the average person. So he simply nodded and stood up as Five approached, his arms hanging loosely at his sides until he realised what the other man was planning. Once the realisation dawned on him, he couldn’t hold back a smirk and lift his arms slightly.

It took Five a few seconds to bring himself to lean into the hug. The second that he did, fireworks went off in his brain. Sparks of colour and noise, all blending together into one picture. It was overwhelming, but he needed more. It was beautiful and hurt his eyes at the same time.

For just a few moments, everything melted away and time stood still. This wouldn’t heal all of his wounds by any means. He was still damaged, maybe beyond complete repair. But it was a start at least, a bandage on his cuts so they wouldn’t get infected. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last, Five allowed himself to feel happy, just for a few seconds.

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During one of his days off, while watching a movie that Allison had recommended to him, Five’s phone buzzed. Strange, his siblings never texted him. They always called, ever since the attemp at a group chat had gone south. So he unlocked his phone and glanced at the text.

Derek: Hey, 5. The pipes in my appartment burst and it will take a few days until it’s fixed. Would you mind if I maybe crashed on your couch?

For a few seconds, Five contemplated his choices. He could just say no, spare himself the trouble. But on the other hand…he wouldn’t mind not being alone for a few days.

Five: Sure, just stop by. You know the address, right?

Instead of getting a written response, he simply received an emoji of a hand holding its thumb up. Five still hadn’t completely understood the appeal of those modern hieroglyphics. He really was an old man.

Derek arrived not even half an hour later, carrying a bag that held the bare essentials. A few changes of clothes, toiletries and a book or two for entertainment. Five was sitting on the couch, on which he had placed a spare blanket and pillow for him. One cup of coffe rested in his hands and on the small table in front of him…

“You made me tea?“, Derek asked as he set his bag down and went to join him on the couch. The TV was on, playing a movie that he recognised as Brokeback Mountain. Normally he had always been the one to prepare their drinks and he hadn’t minded it either.

Five nodded, fiddling with his own fingers as he watched him pick up the cup. He had been a bit nervous about getting it right. Tea wasn’t his department after all. But the way Derek exhaled after taking his first sip, he knew that he must have done something right.

“Thank you, I appreciate it“, Derek smiled and kept his hands around the warm mug as he inhaled the familiar scent of green tea. It was quite comforting, just like Five’s presence next to him.

As the movie progressed, they both ended up shifting a bit more towards the middle of the couch. Sometimes Derek moved, sometimes Five did, almost like a dance, until they eventually touched shoulders. Five found himself relaxing sooner than the previous timest hey had touched.

When Derek’s hand moved to cover his own, he didn’t stop him, looking forward at the screen. It was slightly overwhelming, but nothing he couldn’t handle. During the climax of the movie however, Five gulped heavily and slowly turned towards Derek, who did the same.

“I’m way too old for you“, he attempted to lighten the mood, but it came out much weaker and desperate. At this point he could see every little detail of Derek’s eyes, the way the colours mixed together, every little imperfection and vein.

Derek cleared his throat slightly, for once not as light hearted. He seemed not as clueless as Five, but hesitant nonetheless. The coffee and tea on the table had been forgotten long ago.

“Your age is the least of my concerns right now“, he whispered back and readjusted his glasses before he repeated the same words that Five had said to him a few months ago, “Could I try something?“

At that point, Five felt like he was drowning. He felt lost, a sensation he had become rather familiar with. He could end this all with one simple word or one shake of his head, for he knew that Derek would respect his consent. But at the same time, he didn’t want to let this opportunity go. So despite not having taken in a breath for almost a minute, he found himself nodding.

Their lips didn’t touch. It wasn’t a desperate kiss like in romance movies meant for teenagers. Instead, it was a soft kiss on his cheek that he felt…warm and without the pressure to do more, not that Five would want that. Like a ray of sunshine warming his skin in the morning, right before the worries of life fully registered in his mind. Derek smiled as Five practically melted into the touch, pulling away after a few seconds.

“Good?“, he asked carefully, just to make sure he hadn’t gone too far. Five smiled a bit and brushed his chaotic hair back behind his ears.

“Yeah, good“, Five simply replied and pulled his legs up against his chest. He wasn’t sure whether he would ever be ready for a proper kiss or saying the three words that seemed to fall from people’s lips so easily. But that maybe wasn’t necessary. They communicated that through other means. Like how Derek prepared Five’s coffee in the morning or how Five’s expression lit up when his desk partner entered the room.

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On the first of October in 2025, they decided to move in with each other. Five teased that it was merely to reduce costs, since they spent most of the time in Derek’s appartment anyway. It had much more life than Five’s place, with small things that made it feel like home. And getting his coffee before work certainly had its advantages. Derek simply smiled at that explanation, not bothering to engage in a meaningless discussion. Instead, he grabbed his coat and handed Five his cup.

“Happy Birthday, Mr.Five“, he said with a wink before heading off to work, leaving a frozen Five behind.

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A few days after his birthday, Five started his investigation into the Keepers support group. Going undercover meant that he had to put on a disguise, so he went for a mix of Top Gun enthusiast and school janitor. The mustache had been his idea, mainly because he missed the facial hair he used to have. It at least made him look a bit older.

Derek chuckled the first time he saw him in disguise. It wasn’t clear whether he was simply amused or making fun of Five.

“What?“

Five couldn’t help but sound a bit defensive. He hadn’t gone completely over the top, right? No, this was simply a cover, for security purposes.

Derek stepped forward, carefully tracing the mustache and making sure it was secure. Five sometimes got figuratively sick at how soft he looked with such simple gestures.

“Nothing. I think it works, Mr.Five“, he responded and looked him over from top to bottom, “You should get going now or you’ll be late.“

Of course, Five couldn’t have that. He still had work to do. By going on undercover missions, he could rise through the ranks and gain more information on how to keep his siblings safe. But despite all of that…At the end of the day, enjoying coffee or tea wouldn’t hurt.

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I hoped you enjoyed this oneshot! I certainly enjoyed writing it, distracting myself from the mess we got in Season 4.

If you liked it, leave a like or a comment. It really makes my day and encourages me to keep going. Also, I would have an idea for a smaller additional chapter, set during Season 4. It would also have some angst. Would you be interested in that? If you are, let me know!

Until next time,

-Donna Lawliet

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thejockout · 1 month ago

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Wishing you all a Happy New Year, and hope you had a good holiday season :)

Hello! The title says it all really; bar my file releases, I didn't make a Christmas post because I didn't wanna pester anyone those dates lol. But I DO want to take the chance to wish you all a very happy New Year. I hope the start of 2025 is good to you! <3 The last six (?) months releasing files on Patreon have been wild so far. Reflecting on it, it's the first time in my life I've actually been making money from my art - which is incredible, humbling and empowering at the same time. I feel much more secure in my skills as a hypnotist and vocalist since beginning this page, and I have you all to thank for your support in it. It means a lot. I chat a bit about personal circumstances and etc. on my other social medias (at the moment, that's Bluesky and Tumblr, though Tumblr has fallen by the wayside... but basically, Jockout is effectively my job right now, in that it's my only income stream. It's not enough to live off, but who knows... maybe I can push it that far in 2025 between Patreon, comms, and any other ideas I come up with.

(Speaking of, if you want a commission, hit me up. You can DM me here, Patreon, or email me at [email protected] .)

For the time being, I am 100% sticking with my 4-files-a-month schedule. I MAY revise that plan in summertime, depending on how things are going. My friends who are Patreon tists think this output is kinda crazy, and I half agree! But for the moment, I am scheduled and ready for releases through the end of March, and will be getting to work on more this January!

The only tweak to my offering is that I will no longer be releasing file schedules at the start of a month; it was too inflexible and didn't let me switch things around if needed. I do try to keep my varied audience in mind, and each month release at least ONE file that I think is either good for everyone/good for the larger chunks of my audience (jocks/himbos). But the balance is hard to strike, so I definitely get if people wanna cancel/resub when they see something they like.

I don't wanna yap too long on it; you've got shit to do, as do I. So until next time, that'll be all. Enjoy your next few days, and happy trancing! 🫡

#jockout

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velnna · 1 year ago

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I think you said you use clipstudio paint. I was wondering if you consider the price worth it for someone who's a hobby artist and not good enough to do commissions? I've been using paint SAI for about a year but it's beginning to drive me a little nuts with some of the limited options. If I'm remembering wrong and you don't use that program, I'm sorry! Thank you

And thank you for sharing all your incredible work with us, seeing your art makes life a lot better. You're part of the inspiration that keeps me wanting to work at digital art, even though I started drawing as an adult and thought it was kind of too late for me to learn.

Remember to stay hydrated and eat something ^.^

Okay so CSP is by far the best software I've used for my type of work (so much so that I also have it installed on my iPad as well for when I travel). And by "my type of work" I mean stuff that requires a lot of shortcuts and a fairly complicated workspace for efficiency and whatnot, since I'm always on a crunch. I'm also a very technical person, so I prefer software that lets you set up shortcuts, automatic actions, adjustment layers, etc VS software that makes the experience feel more "painterly"/traditional (like Procreate for instance).

Pricing-wise, I *used* to say it's more than worth the money when it was a one-off payment, even for casual hobbyists (iirc I got the Pro version for like $35? Definitely way too cheap in my opinion). HOWEVER I know they changed their payment plan and if you want the app to stay updated they've got a subscription model going on, so I think whether it's affordable or not really depends on your financial situation and priorities. I'll keep paying for it because it's one of my main work tools but not everyone has that luxury

I did use SAI waaaaay back when and I remember really liking it too (only stopped because I switched over to MacOS and they didn't have compatibility there), but I don't know how it compares to CSP now. If you feel like it's missing things, then yeah looking into other things could be a good idea!

Also thank you!! Best of luck with your art journey 💜

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softcitrus2345 · 7 months ago

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I've finally started feeling the motivation to draw, so hopefully I can get back to my commission queue soon, and then to replying to all the great asks yall have sent in over the past.... months 😬😅

I'm still kind of in a weird mental place but I've been trying to keep myself busy with other things, plus working retail 5 days a week tends to keep your mind and body pretty occupied so there's that too-

I've seen all the asks and replies you guys have sent me, and I haven't forgotten about the few of you still dming me about commissions, I promise I'll get back to you all, as soon as I can

Thank you to everyone who has continued supporting and sharing my art even during this month when I've been practically radio silent

I'm sad I couldn't celebrate pride month with you all, but hopefully I can eventually make some kinda post for pride, I really have been wanting to ;;w;;

I'm still healing but this blog makes me happy so I'm gonna try to get back into the groove.. yall are the best for sticking around and for all your sweet comments and condolences, it really does mean a lot to me, even if I can't always find the right words to respond with

I'm gonna head to bed for now but I'm relieved I'm feeling motivated to create again, even though I'm still grieving

My wounds are still pretty fresh but I'm trying to give myself grace, grief isn't something you just "get over", especially not this quickly, baby steps, baby steps..

Anyway, this is a kink blog, but I wanted to at least share this, if nothing else. I'll try not to bum yall out too much in the future, no promises though /hj

Take care, everyone, and I wish you all a very happy pride month TTuTT

#softcitrus rambles #softcitrus text

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ryuichirou · 15 days ago

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Long time no see! More short replies… as always, mostly about recent posts, but also about some other stuff here and there.

Sorry, this week ended up also being quite busy, so I don’t have anything more substantial to show in terms of replies. Soon…

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I enjoy seeing your works! :) I understand your boundaries in your home rules (here page hehe) but I feel worried if I ask for pay request or commission of switch otp or something I would feel guilty for cross boundaries. Orz but I just wanted to make sure I understand I can handle rejection of unwanted I can change differently idea! :) Take care! Excuse my grammar!

Hi, Anon!

Thank you so much for understanding, it means a lot. I know it could be very frustrating.

But you shouldn’t worry or feel guilty about it; if anything, it’s kind of on me and not your fault! So even if you suggest something that I won’t be able to do, I’ll do my best to refuse politely, and there is no need to worry about crossing my boundaries. Just asking or discussing it in that scenario doesn’t count as crossing boundaries; plus, sooome of the things I wouldn’t usually draw are negotiable.

Have a nice day! Don’t worry and feel free to message me whenever you want!

Anonymous asked:

You done a lot of art and comic lately. How your health. Remember, you need to be healthy to be horny. A sick man can't go hard.

Thank you for being concerned about me going hard, Anon… 🫡 Very touching and sweet of you… making sure that all the horny drawings are safe and cared for.

Don’t worry though; I say it all the time but I’ll reiterate: we are strategic about our posting and do it in a way that doesn’t overwhelm me (pre-sketching, preparing stuff beforehand, etc), and if I am tired and don’t feel like it, we don’t post anything at all that day. In fact, this is one of the reasons there aren’t as many reply posts lately, even though I really, really want to fix that. I guess seeing all these pics without replies between them does look unusual lol

But also, January is always a busy month for me in terms of comic stuff, so I’m used to it~

Anonymous asked:

I just realized

Youre Ryu and Katsu

I think dragons can among other things be called Ryu or Tatsu in japanese, was this on pourpose?

Cool either way

Hehe thank you, Anon! But no, it wasn’t really on purpose; Katsu’s name is based on the kanji for Victory (勝). In fact, when I used to draw our OCs who are also named Ryu and Katsu more often (I still draw OC!Katsu a lot hehehehe), I used to give them dragon/tiger(cat) motifs every now and then.

Anonymous asked:

I see you put Trein as bottom. He already have 2 daughter a cat and a dead wife. Also, he OLD.

Those aren’t valid reasons for him to not be a bottom, Anon, if anything, those upgrade him to the babygirl status.

I couldn’t properly rewatch The Hunchback of Notre Dame last year because I kept yelling about Frollo being a little bimbo, believe me, Trein being old isn’t a concern… I’d love to meet his daughters though, I bet they’re cute lol

Now, about the Malleus drawing from yesterday:

Anonymous asked:

Why only 3 buttons, i need more.

I know you do, Anon. And Malleus knows too. That was the idea, to keep everyone hungry~

Anonymous asked:

Google: breed reptile man how?

Everyone gangsta until he starts laying eggs

Anonymous asked:

I late for Malleus tits.

You can never be late for that! Join the queue…

Anonymous asked:

https://www.tumblr.com/ryuichirou/770764983442210816/this-years-birthday-boys-what-a-way-to-end-this

Now Lilia and Malleus can join the party. Malleus is invite right?

Oh come on, Lilia is automatically invited to any orgy at NRC! When it comes to Malleus though… no one would have the balls to do it, I think lol

You know, Anon, you made me wonder if Malleus would be offended about not being invited to an orgy… I kind of like to think that he would. Of course this isn’t an event that he should be participating in in the first place, but… I guess he would be offended either way!

About the comic about Rook’s jar:

Anonymous asked:

Make love with a jar…DO HE WANT TO TURN THAT GHOST INTO A SEX TOY?

FOR SCIENCE! He wants to turn that ghost into a sex toy for science!

Anonymous asked:

Well, that escalated quickly.

Anonymous asked:

Poor Ace and ghost. They traumatized.

Anonymous asked:

Epel is very chill, this is not the first time.

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Ace was too stunned to speak

Yeah this is probably not the worst thing he’s experienced with Rook lol

Ace, however… stay strong, buddy.

Anonymous asked:

Me next Rook!! Me next!!

I… don’t think you want to be put in a jar, Anon…

Anonymous asked:

Rook pls never change

(poorghosts-)

Worry not, this man’s nature is never going to change! <3

About the comic about Idia gifting Azul a coin:

Anonymous asked:

Dare I ask what else the coin does?

Anonymous asked:

What else can that coin do?

Anonymous asked:

I don't understand? Can you explain the story?

The most important question…!! lol

It’s Idia we’re talking about, he loves adding as many potentially useful functions as possible, so this coin possibly can be used as a taser, an air freshener, a communicating device, a radio, a thermometer, and also a bunch of other things…

What were you thinking? ;3 Yeah I thought so.

Anonymous asked:

I know you normally draw Azul/Idia as a toxic ship but I still squeal when you do more wholesome stuff with them. That last little comic was so adorable <3

Hehehe thank youuu Anon!! <3 Ironically, I think I have the most wholesome drawings/comics with Azul/Idia out of all the ships lol

I really love them being toxic, but it’s also very fun when they’re being their dysfunctional unhinged selves, and yet somehow manage to, uh, match each other’s freak I guess…

Part of it is also because wholesome and cute art is always the easiest to find about literally any character and any ship, and when we want something specific, I’m usually the one to provide... that’s why so many of my drawings are cursed or horny or both lol

Anonymous asked:

I love how you color silver eyes

Thank you so much!! <3 I’m happy I had a chance to draw them properly… There usually isn’t enough of a close-up to show them, unfortunately, but I love Silver’s eyes a lot.

Anonymous asked:

Now I want to bite some shota

Anonymous asked:

Godness why, it should been me who bite silver.

People are jealous of Sebek… good…he really is one lucky biter…

Anonymous asked:

Okay ryuichirou explain why sebek have fang but silver is not bleeding yet.

It’s either that he’s not biting hard enough and just nibs very aggressively, or he has little puppy teeth that aren’t too sharp yet!

About the Deuce-in-a-collar comic

Anonymous asked:

Holy mother of god

I mean daddy of pup

Imagine calling Crewel that during class…

Anonymous asked:

YES !!!GODDDD !!!CREWDEUCE !!!

I love the little accidental (or not, knowing Crewel) Pavlovian response that wearing a collar gave Deuce, especially since he seems just so flustered by it. And who’s that little text bubble from? Ace? A roommate? I wonder what they have to think about Deuces new accessory… maybe they’d like to get in on it

Anonymous asked:

What the "…" mean, who is that ?Acey?

Hehe it absolutely was at lease semi-intentional! And it works wonderfully – now Deuce is such a good focused student when he wears it… that’s good teaching, that’s education.

Also yes, it is Ace! I initially had a little heart in that speech bubble to indicate that it’s him, but it just looked like someone was being in love, so I erased it lol

As for what he (and other roommates think)… I initially thought that Deuce would do it secretly, when he is alone or when everyone’s asleep, but there is absolutely no way he would keep something like that hidden for a long time. I think Ace would either start teasing/mocking him, or pretend he doesn’t notice at first. Deuce really reallyreally doesn’t want others to see him like this though~

Anonymous asked:

I need to see Glory Hole with Deuce butt on it so much

Same :( Same, Anon.

#replies #Youtube

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ticklygiggles · 1 year ago

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An Acting Queen Consort and a Captain | Sariphi & Lanteveldt

Commission for @wertzunge

A/N: Thank you for your patience as always, kind Max! I hope you enjoy this little fic with our favorite Acting Consort and hyenafolk! I'm still quite new to this fandom, so I apologize in advance if they are a bit ooc *sobs* I hope you enjoy it, though. Thank you Max!

Summary: Sari is tired after losing one night of sleep, but why is her guard putting an attitude in if he's the reason why she hasn't slept?! An apology is needed.

Sariphi gave a long sigh as she collapsed into the seat of the carriage. Her feet hurt and she felt like her arms and legs were as heavy as blocks of steel. It had been a very busy and eventful couple of days in Maasya. Sari was happy to have fulfilled another trial as Acting Queen Consort, but mentally and physically she felt exhausted. Who would have thought that her simple human eyes would ever be so helpful - she had just saved Lante's life. The new Captain had been a handful since the very first moment they met, but Sariphi was thankful for having him. She perfectly knew he meant no warm to her nor the Kingdom of Ozmargo, (included, most importantly, His Majesty), but she was glad they now know this on Maasya as well.

Still… he could've been a bit nicer before, hmm?

Sari sighed again, closing her eyes and slightly tilting her head to the side tiredly.

“Sari…,” Clops said in a troubled voice as it gently jumped into Sari's lap, Cy mumbling a worried ‘ri’, also jumping on her lap.

Sari smiled warmly, gently rubbing their heads. “I am alright, Clops-chan, Cy-chan. Don't worry about me.”

“Tch, honestly, why did you even have to stay up just to help me out? I could've solved the problem without your help,” Lante said stubbornly, lying on the seat opposite to Sari.

“Oi! How can you talk to Sari like that after all she did for you!”

“For you!”

Lante’s voice sounded sharp and aggressive, completely annoyed by the whole situation, but Sariphi knew better, oh she did. It wasn't his fault for being as distrustful as he was; Sari was no expert, but she had studied profusely and knew perfectly well that being a hyenafolk wasn't easy even if they had good intentions - Lante's ancestors had decided to blacken the name of all future generations by their acts in the past. It was sad he had to suffer the ugly looks and mean words and she thought, perhaps, they were on the same page, after all, she was still under those ugly looks.

Well, that didn't really matter anymore. Lante had sworn on his life to protect Sariphi and she trusted him, but still… wasn't he being a bit too much talking like that? Sariphi didn't help him because she wanted to manipulate him, regardless, she thought he could act a bit nicer to her. Wasn't he the one that put her life in danger? She was sure he was going to save her but… still!

“Hmph! I didn't ask Sari to help me, did I?” He asked, although he wasn't even looking at Sari.

“You! How can you say that?!”

“That!”

“Now everyone, please calm down. Cy-chan, Clops-chan, thank you for worrying about me, but please don't get too mad, okay?” She smiled sweetly at them, but her smile slowly faded as she looked at the Captain. “Lante.”

He immediately sat up, ears and tail perked up and eyes slightly wide as he stared at Sari. Sariphi was not one to be angered easily, she actually didn't like being mad at someone for too long and this was the case with Lante - first of all, she had never been mad at him, if she had to name her initial feeling towards Lante, it would've been ‘uncertainty’ and ‘expectation’, perhaps also a bit of fear but not too much. So right now, she was just playing.

“We've been through a lot, Lante,” she said calmly, her voice serious and slightly cold. “And I haven't once heard an ‘I am sorry’ from your lips, do you think that's fair?”

Lante jumped slightly. “I- I have nothing to apologize for!”

“Apologize!” Cy and Clops yelled.

“Apologize, Lante,” Sari said before a spark of playfulness twinkled in her eyes. “Or else… I will tickle you.”

She grinned as Lante's ears twitched. It was funny to see his expression twist from fear to surprise and then embarrassment. Sariphi couldn't help but giggle as Cy and Clips jumped on her lap.

“Get him, Sari! Get him!”

“Him!”

Lante huffed, crossing his arms and legs as he leaned back. “Heh, I'd like to see you try, Acting Queen Consort. I am not sensitive, that's childish. I think you'll have to think harder than that.”

Sari chuckled. Lante wasn't ticklish? She'd like to see that! Even someone like His Majesty was sensitive, there was no way Lante wasn't! Sari liked a nice challenge like this once in a while.

“Then, you wouldn't mind me trying, right?” She asked, smiling at him as she gently put Cy and Clops off her lap so she could move and sit right beside Lante. The poor hyena jumped slightly, highly aware of Sari’s presence. Someone who was not ticklish could act this way? Sari giggled and Lante turned his head away from her.

“G-Go ahead,” he said. The confidence in his voice was gone, and Sari knew she was going to have a lot of fun. “I don't mind at all.”

“Very well!” She said and her hands wasted no time; her fine fingers touched his side, just a touch of her fingertips against Lante's warm, fluffy side. The knight shivered slightly, almost imperceptibly, and his ears twitched a bit, but his face didn't show much emotion. Sari grinned as she started to wiggle her fingers against his side, going up and down in a way she had learned always made His Majesty let out soft giggles.

It seemed like Lante wasn't immune to that touch either. He started to shake slightly and he closed his eyes tightly. Sari watched as one of his shoulders rose involuntarily, and his elbow twitched back a bit.

“You know… I wonder if someone not ticklish would be squirming like you?” Sari teased playfully, poking Lante's side and making him jump slightly.

“W-What d-do you m-m-mean?” He asked through gritted teeth. “I'm not s-squirming at a-all, you- gah! S-Sahari, w-wait!”

Sari's gentle and tickly fingers had reached one side of his ribs and he flinched away, pressing his arms tightly against his body in an attempt to stop her, but her hand was trapped in and she had no other option but to tickle him more, of course. The strangled sound he made when he felt Sari clawing at his ribs made her laugh softly.

“Are you sure you're not ticklish, Lante? You seem quite ticklish to me.”

Lante shook his head, ears pressed back against his skull as he refused to even speak, but Sari could feel him shaking under her touch, trying to hold back his laughter.

“He's ticklish, Sari!” Both Cy and Clops jumped on Lante's lap, hopping up and down a bit too excitedly, perhaps a bit happy that Lante was, for once, being taken down a notch. “Get him good!”

“Good!”

Lante tried to slap Cy and Clops away, but as Sari reached for the other side of his ribs, he lasted a total of two seconds before he erupted into loud laughter. His arms wrapped around his ribs as he leaned forward, trying to escape from Sari's fingers.

“Are you laughing, Lante?” She asked playfully, fingertips digging into the spaces between Lante's ribs. “Are you laughing when you said you weren't ticklish?”

“SAHAHARI! Plehehease dohohon't!” He cackled, jerking heavily as Sari found his highest ribs, near his armpits.

“Get ‘im! Get ‘im!” Cy and Clops chanted happily, bouncing from leg to leg whenever Lante kicked desperately.

“Ribs? Ticklish,” Sari said, her hands suddenly burying under Lante's underarms. Lante let out an uncharacteristic shriek as he threw his head back with loud laughter. “Underarms? Very ticklish!”

“SAHAHARI! STAHAHAP!”

Sariphi actually thought that Lante was telling the truth. She really thought he wasn't ticklish, but she had to know better. Why wouldn't he? If His Majesty was ticklish, it seemed impossible for Sari to think that the other beasts were not. Even Anubis, but she didn't wish to lose her hands trying to tickle him, but Lante was another story. He trusted her and Sari knew that even if he acted a bit grumpy when she stopped her attack, he wouldn't actually get mad at her. Besides, wasn't his tail wagging? How cute!

Sari didn't know how, but Lante had fallen flat on his back in the carriage seat, laughing wildly when Sari returned to his ribs. Sari could feel Lante's soft fur above his clothes and she couldn't help but but think about scratching a puppy's tummy. When her fingernails scritch-scratched his ribs, Lante shrieked, throwing his head back.

“Sari! Sari!” Cy called for her attention, both creatures now jumping on Lante's belly. “Try his belly, Sari!” Clops finished and Sari smiled.

“Oh? Right here?”

“NO MOHOHORE!” He begged, but Sari didn't hear because he was laughing so much! “SAHAHARI! D-Dohohon’t scrahahatch mehehe!” He cackled, wagging his tail as Sari scratched his tummy. “I'm nohohot a dohohog!”

“I know you are not,” Sari giggled. “But the scratching makes you laugh more!”

Lante shook his head. “SAHAHARIPHIHI! STAHAHAP!”

“Of course! I'll stop when you apologize, Lante!”

“NEHEVER! I DIHIHIDN’T-

“Sari! Sari!”

Sari lookef at her little companions and her eyebrows raised when she saw them, easily sneaking under his arms, giving Sari an opening to tickle him there again. However, Sariphi was surprised how easy it was for Cy and Clops to move his arms. It seemed that Lante's weakness really was being tickled huh? Feeling a bit mischievous, Sari gently closed her hand around one of his wrists and lifted his arm above his head. She couldn't help but widen her eyes.

“What's the matter, Lante?” She taunted, the fingers from her free hand walking up his side and ribs towards his underarm. “Even I can pin you down like this?”

Lante shook his head, eyeing the delicate fingers doing their dance towards his tickle spot. “S-Sahahari plehehease! Li-Listen! I lied okay? I'm actually vehery ticklish, yes? If you tihickle me there again, I'll die!”

Sari giggled, “what? You're ticklish? How weird, I didn't notice!” Cy and Clops giggled, rolling around Lante's tummy, making him twitch and flinch. “I already tell you how to make st-

“I refuse!” He gasped, giggling brightly when Sari's fingers finally touched his armpit, but didn't tickle him right away. “S-Sahahari, plehehease!”

“I'll give you three seconds,” she said, her finger drawing circles around Lante's underarm. “Three seconds for you to apologize!”

“Three seconds!”

“Seconds!”

“I wohoahahaHAHA!” Hysterical laughter filled the carriage. Sariphi was slightly surprised no one came to check on them, but she didn't pay much attention to that thought, instead, she focused on wiggling and digging her fingers against Lante's under arm, driving him up the wall.

Lante barely jerked to free himself and Sari giggled. “Cy-Chan, Clops-chan. Does Lante look ticklish to you?”

“Yes, Sari! Very ticklish!”

“Very ticklish!”

Sari grinned, giggling when Lante crackled as she scratched the center of his armpit. “Do you think he should apologize?”

“Apologize! Apologize!” The creatures chanted and for a minute, Sari thought Lante would faint at any moment as he still refused to apologize to her.

She wouldn't like to kill him, but just as she was thinking of stopping, Lante’s yell surprised her.

“I AHAHAM SOHOHORRY! Plehehease, Sahahariphi- NOHOHO MOHOHORE!”

As if his words were a spell, Sari's mischievous fingers stopped and in the blink of an eye, she, Cy and Clops were sitting on the other side of the carriage in front of Lante, as if Sari hadn't been tickling him like crazy. Sari watched with a smile as Lante tried to catch his breath while small residual giggles made him bounce slightly. She then noticed that his eyelashes were wet with tears of laughter. His chest fell and rose hurriedly and for a moment she worried.

“Was it too much, Lante?”

The hyenafolk didn't answer right away, but after a few deep breaths, he shook his head, cleaning the tears off his eyes. “I'm a-alrigh. It wahas… my first time getting t-tickled by a human… it was a wide experience.”

Sari smiled warmly at him before looking down at her lap. Her gentle hands that only a couple of minutes ago were pulling out loud crackles from Lante, were now rubbing Cy and Clops’ little heads. The two little monsters had fallen asleep, tired after all of that jumping around and cheering for Sari. She chuckled and then looked up at Lante.

He had calmed down completely, simply laying down with sleepy eyes.

“Lante?” He sat up, hyperware and Sari chuckled. “Thank you, Lante.”

The Captain blinked before his eyes softened. “No, thanks to you, Sari.”

Warm spread across her chest and she smiled brightly.

She couldn wait to see His Majesty again.

#sacrificial princess and the king of beasts #sariphi #lanteveldt #tickle fic #ticklish!lanteveldt #heavy mentions of His Majesty being ticklish #mia's commissions #commission

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