#this is good stuff anon

[softpadawan]

Kanan, who became an Inquisitor out of necessity to survive but has not yet lost his conscience, and Ezra, who has been strictly raised as an apprentice of the Inquisitor since his infancy.Kanan felt sorry for Ezra, who had grown up in a harsh environment, and thought that one day he would take him with him out of this hell.However, it is not easy to help him out when he is so immersed in the ideology of the empire.Kanan frequently clashes with Ezra, but searches for a way to save him.

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[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Can I possibly ask for Melusine reader meeting Capitano? Or maybe some of the Natlan characters?

Of course you don't have to if don't think it could work! Have a nice day!

yes of course, this is absolutely adorable!!!

Capitano, First of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, could easily pick you up in one hand. that's the first thought that springs into your head when you initially meet him, staring up at his helmet and cloak in all its imposing glory. he has to tilt his head almost directly down to see you, eventually opting to just crouch down to your height. Foul Legacy- Childe, for now- stands off to the side, fidgeting almost nervously. a superior and his Creator, meeting face-to-face- it's simply nerve wracking. but his fears are for naught, as after a moment of examining Capitano dips his head down in a sincere bow, almost waiting for a command. you tap your feet, not quite knowing what to do, before settling on carefully patting the top of his helmet with your mitten-like hands. a deep chuckle reverberates from his chest as he stands again, and Childe breathes a silent sigh of relief

he can't accompany you everywhere- Childe- Tartaglia- Foul Legacy- whatever you like to call him that day, fills that role perfectly. but the Captain drops by whenever he's in the area, or if you ever venture into Natlan. you mostly don't talk very much, simply sitting between him and Foul Legacy and weaving flower crowns, lines of shells, tinkering with mechanical bits and bobs your siblings have given you. occasionally the two Harbingers exchange looks, silent conversations happening in an instant before focusing on you again. you have a crown made of wild blooms for both of them, stretching your arms to put one over Legacy's horns, then the other over Capitano's helmet. it's a bit lopsided, but colorfully bright against his uniform

he doesn't take it off for the day

[starspilli]

may i ask if you could draw cassie sandsmark? your art style is so gorgeous!!!!

yes of course!! ty 4 the request sorry it took me so long to get to

[nerves-nebula]

i love to see people who are like "you can talk about csa but not around minors that's gross!" like idk how to tell you this but. who do you think is getting csa'd. i'll give you a hint: the first letter in csa does not stand for "adult"

[devotion-disorder]

Chest size of the yan bois? Pls?

Kuuya has actual negative chest cause hes always hunched over. and as much as i would like to draw noel with some big ol’ honkers, he has, at most, just slightly more chest than the average anime twink😔

[6okuto]

i was thinking about oikawa and i just KNOW that he LOVES to be babied. that's just him, yk? like that's totally him and i would love to read about 30 year old professional volleyball player oikawa tooru being babied by his wife

(timeskip, fem!reader) he's just like me fr. i actually wrote something different but there wasn't enough babying so here u go 🥹🙆🏻‍♀️

tooru is one of if not the hardest worker you know, never losing sight of his ambitions and passion. determination lines his veins, and late nights of practice and analysis have seeped into the cartilage between his bones, gluing together what makes tooru oikawa, #17, setter for club athletico san juan.

but it's not oikawa, it's tooru, the boy you met in high school who stumbled down the steps after using a cheesy pick-up line on you and whines when you try to leave his arms for the washroom, who's your husband.

"long day?"

tooru groans and buries himself deeper into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped snug around your middle. he didn't really need to answer—the lit street lights and dim sky outside were answer enough.

holding back a laugh, you comb your fingers through his hair, the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla dancing its way to you. "proud of you, baby."

your husband's voice is quiet, "thank you."

"you want me to run a bath for you?"

"...maybe later?"

"m'kay. you wanna stay here for a while?"

"yeah." his fingers trace hearts across your back, and when he pouts, you feel it against your skin. "i'm so tired."

pouting too in response, you press a kiss to his head and rub his back. "i know, baby, at least you're home now."

"but then i have to leave you tomorrow."

"and then you come back to me again tomorrow."

"but then i leave again—oh my god, what kind of sick world do we live in?" he whines, letting out a noise that could be described as a choked sob.

and this time, you let yourself laugh. "aw, my poor tooru,"—you cradle his head against you —"the horrors of a job have caught you."

"what if we worked somewhere together?" he lifts his head to look at you.

you raise a brow. "i love you, you're the light of my life, but you are not getting me on that court."

he gapes. "betrayal from my own wife?"

"okay, then come to my job."

"...well—"

"betrayal from my own husband?" you gasp and tooru pouts again—though at this point you're not sure if the original pout ever left to begin with.

it's still just as endearing, and your expression softens. "you'll be fine, 'ru. i'll baby you as much as you want every time you come home."

his pout pulls even more at his lips, and you mirror it. bringing your hands up, you hold his face and squish his cheeks with your words— "i, tooru oikawa, love my wife and my job, and i'm a strong, independent guy who can do anything."

"d'you rilly hafta hol' m'face?"

"it's for the effect and affirmations," you tease, before your amusement softens to something else. "how long are you out tomorrow?"

tooru's jaw drops as much as it can with you holding him in place. "why would you—9 hours!"

and before the dread of leaving you can fully take hold, you kiss his forehead. the apple of his left cheek, the right, then his eyes, his nose, both sides of his jaw, his lips—all with a resounding mwah!

tooru's arms cling tighter, and he leans into each kiss, always chasing your affection though he doesn't have to. you smile at the flush dappled across his face. "see? a kiss for each hour."

he opens his mouth to answer, but then the pout comes back. "each half hour at least. each 15 minutes—"

"tooru." you snort. "what is that, like, 36 kisses?"

"okay, a kiss for each minute."

"babe—"

"you know how hard i train, i know you watched my interview."

and you really don't think you'll make it to 100, much less 500 kisses, but you'll try anyway, even if after the first one, tooru says, "one."

you snicker as you place the next four, and he counts them before pointing out, "you know, kissing your husband is way easier than doing rdl's."

"yes, yes, i know, honey." you softly laugh and press another to the spot between his brows. "i'm not complaining."

he counts again—six, seven, eight, nine—and you remember the determination and patience of oikawa was never separate from tooru, especially not when it came to you.

[mammoth-clangen]

It makes me so happy to see how passionate you are about paleo!! That kind of dedication is so lovely to engage with

Oh I'm glad! I worry I'm rambling aimlessly so knowing that at least some people are enjoying it is nice to hear c:

For some paleo related fun, here's a huge Eurasian Pleistocene Big Cat sketchdump from 2023 when I was brainstorming for White Cat, Gold Plains

I still like a lot of these, though I was obviously trying to lean more into realism than I do in Kindred Also they're not Fleet Fangs, they're a different species within the same genera, Homotherium latidens and Panthera (leo) spelaea

Past me was some kind of madlad trying to put spots on things, no wonder the comic died after 10 pages c':

[sinsydia]

Your art makes me really motivated to continue drawing — was in but of a slump but looking through your page and anatomy skills made me wanna be better and improve <3 ty for being u

YES PLEASE CONTINUE! whenever im in a slump i just do anatomy studies. Or whatever i think i need work on! Please reach out to me if you ever want to talk about art!

Also im glad my drawings have motivated you to draw! Thats freaking awesome. 🖤🖤🖤 your little anon message helped motivate me to draw too!

[shepscapades]

Why does Ren have 4 ears? Are they all real or is one set fake?

Hehe I’ve gotten this question a lot actually! They’re all real— I like to think hybridization isn’t always a clean balance of traits, so Ren just unfortunately ended up with two sets of ears— his Dog ears being much more receptive to sound, naturally— and sometimes when the extra intake of sound is too overwhelming, I imagine he wears earplugs in his human ears to help adjust :> it’s a bit weird, but idk! i like to make designs funky and nonconventional! I liked the idea that Ren had hearing struggles due to wonky hybridization and just kept the concept :>

[arkarti]

idk how to say this kindly or respectfully but please understand i mean it so. i am on my knees for your william, mouth open and ready. thank you

help this ask is (s)ending me 😩😂😂 I was not expecting where this was going in a million years akjdfhgkajdfg

glad you like him uuuuhh that much 😳

man.. 😔😔😔

[malenjoyer]

Good morning 🙏🏼

I want to thank everyone their support with reblogging my stuff over the years and reblogging some of the context of the situation.

Tumblr and Instagram is filled with the most supportive people I’ve ever had the chance of meeting. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have much support, not even from people I thought were close to me. It took me a year or two to be okay with being perceived again in fandoms. So I’m very grateful for everything.

I just wanted to post that I appreciate all of the asks and I’ve been reading all of them. I actually get anxious I’m spamming everyone too much so I probably won’t reply to everything. Please don’t feel pressured to support me financially, there’s is a free option on patreon to follow. I’ll post future project plans and occasional updates because I still love comics and I still love DC/Marvel. I do enjoy having people following along for my art/reading journey so I would always be okay with people just following for free. My brain is telling me this post is too long now so I will go 🙏🏼😭

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine melusine creator slowly starting to open up to other characters from Fontaine, Since i believe they didnt care for the whole impostor hunt thing

I shall now leave it to your imagination:3..

*pulls you really close* Arlecchino (and the House of the Hearth)

naturally, being Childe's coworker, she's noticed his increased absences over the past several months- only giving updates during mandatory meetings, who does he think he's fooling. evidently everyone but her, since none of the other Harbingers seem to really care enough or notice. she corners him one afternoon, crossing her arms and bluntly asking exactly what he's been up to. Childe stumbles over his words, attempting to weave together several half-baked excuses as her eyes narrow, before he finally sighs, hands falling to his sides

"...I found the Creator."

Arlecchino blinks, once, her gaze marred with astonishment and doubt and suspicion, and Childe huffs, gesturing for her to follow

he doesn't take her all the way to Merusea, only to the edge of the caverns before telling her to wait, venturing deeper himself. the Melusine all know him, giving him cheerful greetings and leading the Harbinger to you, painting with Mamere. your antennae wiggle when you see him, giving him a warm hug as Childe grins, gently saying that he has someone to introduce you to. there's a flash of fear in your eyes, the months spent with your new siblings and friends calming but not erasing the memories of the people who swarmed and slaughtered you, all because you were impersonating yourself, but Childe gives you a reassuring pat on your shoulder. you trust Foul Legacy, and you trust him- although, he's not so keen on being Foul Legacy in front of Arlecchino. you can still hear his purr in the hum of Childe's voice as he leads you towards his colleague, her legs crossed neatly as she waits. she stands when she hears two sets of footsteps, and you shiver as she turns her cold, scrutinizing gaze over to you, examining your Melusine self silently

just as your siblings taught you, you lean out slightly and wave your mittened hand, hoping to gain her approval

Arlecchino's stare slowly trace over the shimmering markings on your body, in the same place she saw grievous wounds on a corpse, and her eyes widen a fraction

the Fourth Harbinger lowers her head and bows deeply to you, and Childe breathes a sigh of relief

[samijey]

Anonymous asked: The part where Sami slaps Seth and shouts I know it was you (who hurt Jey)!!!

[tonycries]

Tony I mean this in the nicest way possible ur fics give hardcore porn fantasy

[tabellae-rex-in-sui]

Please tell us more about Bordel Patriotique?? 👀

Bordel Patriotique is that one political porn pamphlet from 1791 that features a bunch of political figures of the time. The author claims to be Marie Antoinette opening a "Patriotic Brothel" meaning a brothel that embraces the revolution and serves the people. It's all very satirical. There's a few pages about the importance of fucking in a Republic-honoring way or whatever, usual porn pamphlet stuff, but at the end there's a few scenes of dialogue (and sex) between real public figures. Here's the cast of featured characters and their roles:

Danton fucks Marat at one point. Also whoever wrote this REALLY hates Marat.

You can read it here