#this one is a bit of an older drawing i had been meaning to post it

[squoobest]

mama’s boy

[wordbunch]

a/n: to all my moots and friends, no you didn't see me post this and yes im still your comfort lotr girl!!! to all others, hello & welcome to my newest obsession yes I have been corrupted. ENJOY!!!!

emperor Geta headcanons

warnings: toxic behavior obviously lol, mild nsfw-ish mentions, this man should be taken with caution by all means

this man loves like he was starved and then brought to a feast - he inhales and devours every inch of you, every texture, scent, sound, personality trait, quirk, he will eat you UPPPP in every sense of the word; he wants his senses full of you and he can't ever get enough

he is definitely a very obsessive and possessive person, observant, sharp, witty. also when it comes to prayers and sacrifices, he means business - he dead seriously prayed for a wife who was headstrong, intelligent, passionate and fearless; someone who could match him in every way, whom he could verbally spar with, word for word, but also someone who'd have his back unconditionally as he doesn't really have many people to genuinely rely on. he wanted an equal, and he was also hoping for someone either his age or even a bit older - he was afraid of having a childish partner who wouldn't properly fill in a tremendously important role

he is 110% a switch and it fully depends on what kinda day he'd had and the mood he's in

contrary to many interpretations and rumors, he isn't horny 24/7!!!! like yes he IS insanely attracted to you, but his days can be so impossibly draining and tedious so sometimes he would just rather lie down with you and have you close, than do anything else. also, he doesn't do quickies or anything of the sort; he likes to go all in and take his sweet time with you, or let you have your way with him. he enjoys being dedicated and not distracted in bed with you. all in or nothing for this man. and yes he is vocal.

one thing that makes him feel absolutely AMAZING (and you realized quite quickly thankfully)is when you draw him a bath - yes it must be YOU specifically who does it - and then either give him a shoulder rub or wash his hair, or both. he will become putty in your hands and relax more than he can explain in words. pamperrr him sometimes 🥹😭 he finds it so thoughtful that you do this for him at the end of a taxing day; after all, there is nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you.

speaking of, when Geta notices something is off with you, he won't ask if he can make you happy again somehow, he will ask you to name what you want him to do, and he will do it. you are the only person with that effect on him.

most definitely is turned on by someone who is smart and witty and perceptive. also he has very keen eyes and he can read even your slightest signals, even in a crowded room, especially in a crowded room, and he also appreciates when you can read him without him having to verbalize anything to you

the most Protective Person of all time, God forbid someone looks at you wrong!!!

showers you with gifts

you will LOVE this - he likes when you match in some subtle, or obvious, way, like the same pattern on your robes, the same gems on your jewels, anything that shows off your bond and shows that you belong to him and he belongs to you completely. 🤍

almost weekly he has night terrors and horrible dreams either about his childhood/how they were treated by their father, or about something awful happening to you. you always do your best to comfort him, knowing that you're the only one who can do that and the only one allowed to see him in such a state

so you whisper sweet nothings to him, like promises you would never hurt him in any way and that you will always do your best to protect him and love him

touch starved, touch obsessed, cannot sleep without you in the bed, cannot sleep when you are on a journey somewhere and misses you terribly; can barely wait for you to return and then grip you in his arms and just breathe you in

obsessed with your scent

very often you are his impulse control and you just have the power to center him when he's losing his grip on a situation

he is so used to being in control (or having to be), that he will really spiral when a situation is getting out of hand and he feels not powerful enough to stop or change something. he is really bad at holding it together when shit is going down, and half the time he seems to be two steps away from a breakdown. honestly, sometimes you just have to let him rage, panic, and vent it out in whatever way, and he will come back to himself- and to your embrace-shortly.

he needs your approval and appreciation like air. if you don't think he is doing a good job, if you don't think (and show) he is smart, capable, if he isn't the center of your universe, nothing else matters at all

he will combust if he doesn't have at least a hand on you at all times

sometimes he still can't believe how you love him - people who touch him usually either want something from him, fear him, despise him, or all those - your gentle touch is an unfamiliar, yet welcome sensation; he can't get enough.

let's be real he can get anything he wants from you when he looks at you with those gigantic brown eyes, but somehow he seems unaware of that (and you already give him everything anyway)

if big gatherings and constant celebrations aren your thing, he will not let you out of his sight and, as much as you need him there to comfort you, he needs you on his arm to feel happy, safe and fulfilled. you just complete each other. 💛

as much as he enjoys every single loving nickname you give him, especially if you call him 'your' anything - your love, your darling, your heart, your pride and joy - but even more he will melt if you just call him by his name, as one of the very few (if not only) person who utters it with love, softness, adoration...unlike many who spit it out hatefully like poison

Geta feels veryyyy smug and proud of himself when he does an act of service for you, such as giving you a massage or bringing you a drink - look at him, he gets served things left and right, but he remains SO devoted to you only.

well, was that something? leave it to me to humanize the worst (actually historical) person ever and give him some PROPER FLUFF🫠

[fic-dumpster]

OMG imagine this all of bonten doing the slim pickings trend if you don’t know what that is it’s basically a guy lifting a girl (normally that’s I’ll I’ve seen of this trend sorry!)

On this shoulder and flexing that basically that they can carry their girl on their shoulder 😭😩🤤

Anyways I just imagine ❤️ Kakucho ❤️ lifting us then like all of bonten wants to prove they can do it too 🫡 ugh it hurts to even think about 😖

anyways just random thought sorry it’s so long I think I had a heart attack when I thought of this

have a good day/night pookie 💋😘🙈

Anonie, idk if I got you but I’ll see what Bonten does. LET ME TELL YOU THAT I SUFFERED /J. AHSJSKS I DONT KNOW TIKTOK JAHSKSQ IM SORRY Gosh… I can’t write serious or wholesome stuff 🤧 it’s always me and my broken sense of humor.

Slim Pickings || Bonten x Reader 1.9k+ words

cw: body image, TikTok trend, nonsense, cringe… like hundred percent logging off-phone throwing-gagging worthy cringe. constant state of chaos. not edited.

“What are you two doing?” The question came from Takeomi who just stepped into your living room to see Kakucho with you sitting on his shoulder, parading you around as both laughed and smiled.

“A TikTok trend,” you answered casually.

But before Takeomi could ask more questions, the rest of Bonten began to pop into the room.

“it’s rude to stand in the entrance,” Sanzu intentionally bumped shoulders with Takeomi. Which only gained him a tired sigh from the older man.

“We heard music!” Rindou pointed out, casually strolling in.

“And your laughter,” Ran added, walking behind him brother.

After Bonten’s three menaces made their way in, silently Mikey accompanied by Kokonoi and Mochi decided to join the crowd. The shorter man curiously peeked at your form perched on his number three..

Questions began to rain on you once they saw your phone propped up on the table with more than one video of Kakucho lifting you.

“So you just lift me and place me on your shoulders,” you explained in detail to the group of men staring at your phone screen. “Yeah, like that. See?”

“We do that on a daily basis,” pointed out Ran, not really getting where this was going.

“Yeah, we see Rindou flexing his biceps at least four times a day.” Added Sanzu, snickering with his phone out scrolling through some other videos and seeing a bunch of guys just showing off.

“This shit’s easy,” huffed Rindou, ignoring the previous comment but at the same time watching Sanzu’s screen over his shoulder.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” You rolled your eyes at the lack of initiative on their part. Although, you could guess jealousy had a part in that. They seemed bitter that your attention was solely on Kakucho.

You couldn’t have been more wrong with your statement. Bonten was not made for TikTok fame… but you didn’t know it at that time.

─────── · · ·

To see who went first they decided to draw straws… online…

You stood with Kakucho there waiting until everyone got their phones out and went to the page Rindou had shared. Lifting an eyebrow, you saw they had taken this more seriously than you had expected. Oh, yeah��� they had banned Kakucho from this round.

Then you heard a groan and a bunch of hyenas laughing. First one to go? it was Kokono… and things didn’t go as planned.

“Okay, ready?” You asked a bit worried since he didn’t seem too eager to be on camera.

“Why do I have to go first?” Koko’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “you’re not posting this, right?”

A bunch of boos from the public followed Koko’s question, and by the public you mean Rindou, Ran and Sanzu. You tried to reassure him it would be alright but the damage to his pride was already done.

Once Koko’s hands were on your hips something in your gut told you that doom was imminent. He had lifted you with ease but as soon as your butt hit his shoulder, the man let out a loud whine. Somehow—someway, your zipper had gotten stuck on his silver hair. Thus, pulling it as he moved you.

“Ah! My hair! My hair!!” Koko’s desperate screams just got most of the group cracking up.

“Oh shut— ack!” You tried to stay as calm as possible, “I’m sorry!” Your eyes turned to the snickering bunch. “It’s not funny!” You held onto Koko’s head for dear life as Rindou and Sanzu avoided your gaze. The latter turned around to keep chuckling.

With his second sigh of the day, Takeomi walked towards you two, pulling Kakucho along.

“How is that this always happens to you two,” Takeomi said, trying to untangle your zipper from Koko’s hair as Kakucho steadied you on the silver-haired man’s shoulder.

After all was done, Kokonoi sat begrudgingly on the furthest sofa with a side of his long silver hair tangled in a thick mass. You smiled apologetically at him.

─────── · · ·

With a triumphant look, Rindou stood ready.

He was feeling confident after Kokonoi’s failure, but he might have gone a bit too hard… the moment he lifted you off the floor, you went flying towards the hanging lights. Thus, hitting you in the back of your head.

Everyone panicked meanwhile Mochi went for an ice pack.

It was chaos, as always—Kakucho to the rescue, he snatched you straight away from Rindou’s shoulder just in time to see Sanzu tackling the youngest Haitani. Then Ran and Takeomi began to scold the pair scuffling on the floor.

Even Mikey joined in, silently hitting Rindou in the same spot that the lamp had smacked you. Bonten’s leader walked away and kept mumbling words about how careless one could be. “An eye for an eye, Haitani.”

Just then, Mochi had walked back in to the room with an ice pack, but seeing the current situation he handed Takeomi the ice pack and went back to get a couple more.

─────── · · ·

After a prolonged discussion about safety, you suggested continuing outside which would have been fine if two people hadn’t begged you for a favor.

Ran was already smirking at you, ready to hoist you up and show the two previous failures how it was done.

And he did just that. At the count of three, you were already sitting on Ran’s shoulder. His grip was unwavering and the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.

“Why do you always make it weird…” you mumbled once you saw Rindou visibly upset at his loss in this match.

“It’s not, though.” Ran pretended to flick a lint off his shirt, looking straight at the camera now.

It’s then that you remember the words from a certain pair—a pink and a silver head already signaling for you to take action. To keep the peace, both Haitani had to fail… miserably…

So with a deep breath, you loudly shouted something you knew Ran wouldn’t ignore. “Is that a bald spot?!” You even put a finger on his scalp to emphasize.

It happened so fast. One second you were in the air and the next you had been set down on the grass and the oldest Haitani went running to the nearest bathroom, Rindou not far behind. Not a words came out of anyone’s mouth. Meanwhile Sanzu and Koko gave you a thumbs up.

The peace had been kept. Your TikTok project began to feel more complicated than you thought it would be.

─────── · · ·

Nobody was worried about Mikey, they all knew he could easily pick you up, but Mother Nature had other plans.

“Stop laughing,” you grumbled, “it’s not that funny.”

“I’m sorry, sweetcheeks… it is…” Sanzu wheezed almost out of breath from laughing the whole day. “Mikey went straight for your pussy!”

Yes, when it was Mikey’s turn he had almost dropped you because a bee flew to his face and to his credit, he did catch you just as quick but the death-like grip went to your crotch. Which had you squealing and the clowns around you couldn’t stop laughing since then. Even Mochi and Takeomi had chuckled at the whole show.

“Haru, shut up!” You hissed, “Look! He’s sulking already!” At the sight of a brooding Mikey, everyone just went quiet. That sobered Snazu up real quick.

The Haitani brothers had just come back outside, but seeing the grey clouds on everyone’s heads they decided to slowly and carefully go back inside.

With Mikey not being in the mood anymore, the TikTok filming had to stop. Mochi and Sanzu were sad to not get a chance to try.

“Another day,” you weakly replied.

Takeomi felt a sense of relief. He wasn’t sure his back would agree today. He had lifted you before, but it was a gamble and with how everyone’s luck had been today? He didn’t wanna risk it.

─────── · · ·

Later that day, everyone was just sitting around the living room, back to where it all began. It was as normal as it could possibly get.

Most of them were on their phones, although you suspected some of them had the early videos on repeat. Sanzu and kept showing Mochi something and both just kept chuckling. Kokonoi kept checking something about the stock market and grumbling at his screen, angrily typing nonstop. Takeomi was doing the newspaper crossword puzzle and kept asking Ran some of the modern-day stuff he didn’t get. Kakucho had been in the kitchen for a while, and finally, Rindou and Mikey playing thumb fights.

Normalcy… how unusual.

“It’s actually nice… you know?” You interrupted the abnormal calmness surrounding you. “I’m in no way a flimsy thing and you all always move me around like I weigh nothing,” you voiced out your thoughts. You were laying on the couch, just thinking, truth spilling without meaning to, but alas it was out.

“The hell you mean?” Sanzu instantly snapped, throwing his phone to Mochizuki who barely had time to catch it. Bonten’s number two walked up to your resting spot and climbed on top of you. “I hope you don’t mean what I think you mean.”

“Haru…” Your wide eyes stared up at Sanzu, pink hair falling like curtains around your face.

His visceral reaction was like the spark that ignited the rest. Soon you heard the scraping sound of chairs being pulled. The lonely couch was now crowded with a bunch of angry men.

“Move,” Rindou growled as he pulled Sanzu away from you, almost throwing him off the couch. “What do you mean by that?” Now it was the youngest Haitani staring down at you with furrowed brows, and questioning your early statement. “Earlier? I almost sent you to a different fucking orbit.”

They all in their own way tried to make you understand—see what they see.

“Even Koko here can pick you up!” Ran added.

“Yeah,” Koko agreed but then realized the implications, “wait what are you trying to say?!”

Ah, this was more…normal… you giggled at the chaos that erupted around you. From the kitchen walked out Kakucho with a fresh baked bowl of cookies. Mikey didn’t have to be told twice, from the smell alone he knew what it was and took some for himself.

“Heard the commotion,” Kakucho sat next to your head on the couch, “how many times do we have to tell you that’s not important? You see us complain? No, right?” he didn’t let you answer as a cookie was already stuffed in your mouth.

“You have to see us fight to get even a second longer with you. That should tell you how much we want you,” Takeomi noted, pointing towards the Haitanis going against Sanzu and Koko a couple of feet away.

“This is why social media is hazardous,” Mochi announced, holding a cookie between his fingers.

“Body imag—” began Takeomi but he was cut short.

“It’s nothing. You’re just old.” Sanzu rebuked, interrupting his older brother just to spite him. forgotten was Rinodu who went to back up Ran.

The Akashi brothers continued on their intense debate, Mochi adding his opinion here and there as Kakucho kept feeding you and Mikey cookies.

[bamsara]

Have you seen cannon Eclipse yet?? Will Ruin be effecting how you portray them in SL?

(Ruin spoilers) Long post!!! Sorry I rambled klsdhglksd plus I pulled out some of my older art so it's a bit of a ramble post about Eclipse and how I write/draw them / the duality of man (robot) / and SL's AU universe

Most likely not since a fully-booted-up Eclipse in SL wouldn't be too terribly different from what I could work with coming from Ruin. I've already made several art pieces and writing drafts about the 'scary looking but sweet' Eclipse type more than the murder murder murder scary kill kind having to do with the virus's invovlement, so I think this developement is actaully pretty steller for me

Not to say my Eclipse won't be a bit more intense than what was shown in the DLC, but I think it still works out

I mean Look at my doodles and writings of Post-Solar Lunacy Eclipse and how they act: you've got your spooky behavior that comes from Five Nights At Freddy's being a horror game + based off of the DCA's behavior + general alternate universe junk :

and then your silly goofy:

I've always adored the Duelity of Man (Robot)

So basically: Ruin DLC will probably not affect how I write Eclipse at all because from the short few lines we got from them kinda already alligns with how I see Eclipse behaving, at least Post - Solar Lunacy. Sweet boy.

Eclipse's dialect is a bit different in the ruin dlc then how I've had it planned but I think that's okay too, considering how I had their dialect/manner of speaking pretty down similar to how Sun & Moon were speaking in the DLC at least (the short sentences, phrases, occasionally long ones) although this is kinda just a writing flow choice / au character interpretation thing that's a personal preference, since I personally have Moon less verbal than Sun and Sun a lot more talkative in my fics than even the og Sun in Security breach.

Appearance wise? Nothing really changes! The hat and sunrays combo can switch inbetween having a hat or just having sunrays (like how arcade game Eclipse just has sunrays, but character model Eclipse has Moon's hat) and it really just depends on the scene and/or if the DCA was already wearing the nightcap as Eclipse makes an appearance.

I'm keeping the four-arms deal. Best thing the fandom came up with and love it when they do that for characters. Insert 'i just think its neat' image here.

Solar Lunacy has been and still is a AU universe so like said before, some aspects of canon are choosy to whatever I think makes a good entertainment story and all, so not too worried about sticking to canon all that much. Yippie for transformative and creative expression!

THAT BEING SAID, I absolutely fucking adore the glimpse of personality we got from the few scenes of canon Eclipse in the Ruin DLC and it fits an idea of character in my head for them, so I won't really need to divert from the original draft too much for Eclipse!

I'm really happy ahh!!!!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Woodpecker? More like I wood slob on that pecker

Part one

Barbie dolls: rosekiller x gn! Reader

Word : 3.8k

Summary: you guys bang in the woods after making your relationship official

Warnings: you like bones, semi public sex, sex outside, Evan draws Barty's blood with syringe bc of this post you don't watch tho bc you don't like needles, you give Barty head, Evan is kinda mean to Barty but alas tis the crumbling of the sugary bread circle, Barty is blindfolded, food play with honey, yk I had to eat a spoon of honey for this fucking fic, also I started writing this in the summer but I missed fall so I wrote it with like the senses of fall and now it's just in time for kinktober so yay!, Evan likes sticking his fingers in ppl's mouths, also only Barty finishes again stg I don't mean to do this, Evan slaps Barty's hip once, you bite Barty once, you're more soft dom while Evan is more mean Dom and Barty is a pussy sub I said sub,you don't like Evan putting his hand on the back of your head, Barty bites Evan and Evan is like 🤭, Barty get degraded and slightly restrained, there is like two+ thousand more of this that I decided not to include bc I couldn't finish it depression and all that jazz, lil bit of dumbification yk the word I'm trying to make, you swallow, yeah

After your night in Evan’s bed, you three were trapped in some form of limbo. You were stuck between dating and just being friends that also happened to have hooked up. Granted your night was a little more adventurous than your average hookup, but the heart scar you left on Barty’s hip still peaked out when he stretched. You obviously still talked to them but it felt like there was an awkward unclear air between you three. If you were ever left alone by your friends you just looked around the room as you sat in silence. 

So after weeks of breathing in the awkward pollution in the air, Evan and Barty told you to meet them near the Black Lake. You thought it was a little odd but you assumed they’d use this as an oppurtunnity to clear up the relationnship confusion. 

The sun was slowly slipping down, you still had daylight to kill but it wouldn’t be much longer until sunset.  Curfew had recently been pushed back by an hour or two for older students, meaning people could still wander the grounds at this time and that you and your not-boyfriends-boyfriends weren’t breaking any rules. As you approached the tree they set you saw the aforementioned not-boyfriends-boyfriends leaning against the bark. Barty was staring up at the branches above them, the top of his head pressed to the tree. Evan had his arms crossed and stared at the ground, his chin inching towards his chest. 

You stomped your feet a little harder on the dead leaves to announce your arrival.  They both looked up or in Barty’s case down, smiling at you. You returned the look, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Evan motioned for you to come closer. 

“We have something to show you,” Evan whispered. 

“Is it…a million dollars?” Barty groaned at your poor attempt to make a joke. 

“No,” Evan said, rolling his eyes. Barty moved behind you, covering your eyes with his hands. You lightly rested your fingers over his. You dragged your feet a little more. Evan pulled you forward by the fabric of your shirt, Barty’s feet shuffling akwardly behind you. Eventually, you felt Evan drop his hold and Barty’s fingers move from your eyes. You glanced around trying to catch up with what you were looking at. 

You were surrounded mostly by trees, the Black Lake on one side and trees on the other three. The ground was covered in fallen leaves. In front of you were what appeared to be bones in the air. You slowly stepped through them, wanting a closer look. There was more than there should be, to be perfectly honest. You recognized ribs and a few that could possibly be phalenges. You tapped one with your finger, watching as it swung back aand forth on its clear string. You followed the sting, staring up at the tree above you. You looked back down at the large collection of bones slightly swaying in the air. When the one you tapped, knocked into its neighbor it reminded you of a hollow wood whindchime. You turned back looking at Evan and Barty awakwardly standing next to each other. 

“They’re animal.” Evan clarified. 

“Yeah, we couldn’t get human unfortunetly,” Barty muttered. You found that hard to believe, but you didn’t mind. You looked back at the bones, finding them pretty. The slipping sun gave them a lighting that made you want to paint them to keep the image forever. You smiled at the bones, glancing back at Evan and Barty. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a strung up skull. You rushed over, gently holding it in your palm. You stared into the empty eye sockets before turning and twisting it this way and that. You smiled at it. You looked over at Evan and Barty, snuggling the strung up animal skull to your chest. 

“It’s beautiful. I love it.” You said, watching their shoulders relax. You looked back to the small skull, really hoping you could keep some of the bones. 

“We wanted to ask you if you would be more than our friend,” Evan said. 

“Not friends with benefits, I did that once. I want to like hold hands with you and do all the sappy shit.” Barty added, shoving his hands in his pockets. You hummed. 

“Can I keep some of the bones?” You asked, feeling quite attached to the little skull in your hands. Evan and Barty shared a look before shrugging. 

“Could we maybe make matching jewlery with some of them as our first couple arts and crafts night?” Barty raised an eyebrow, hoping you said yes. Evan nodded next to him. 

“There are a few I feel a tad attached to,” Evan muttered. 

”We absolutely can make matching jewelry. Also Evan you can have any of them except for the skull that I’m holding right now.” Barty pumped his fist in the air. Evan smiled at you, tilting his head to the side. 

“How kind.” Evan moved towards you, kissing your cheek and resting his hand on your elbow. “There’s one more thing.” You hummed, turning your attention to him. Barty disappeared behind a tree before returning with a picnic basket. You looked back at Evan. 

“It’s past dinner, Evan.” He nodded. 

“Not that kind of picnic.” Evan helped Barty lay out the blanket he pulled out from the basket. After the blanket was laid out under the floating bones and over the crunching leaves, Evan returned to your side and Barty started to dig through the basket. Evan stood next to you, pressing his nose to your temple. 

“I’m going to have Barty strip. I think you’d enjoy the presents in our basket but if you want out, now's the time.” Evan whispered, his breath warming the side of your face. You watched Barty digging through the basket, wondering what on earth he was looking for. You didn’t know what was hiding in the little woven basket but knowing of their shoebox you couldn’t ignore the shiver of excitement that tiptoed down your spine. You felt a grin grow on your face. You turned your head, millimeters from Evan’s. He gave you a light smile, nodding. 

“Yeah?” Evan asked. You nodded, leaning closer to him. 

“Yeah.” Evan closed the gap between you two, pulling you closer by your shirt. You heard Barty make a dissaproving sound. 

“Uh, guys. What the hell? You know I’m the one who came up with the bones idea, I should be getting kissed first.” Evan let out a huff through his nose, puffing air on your cheek. He pulled back just enough to talk, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Don’t be a brat, Barty. Go ahead and strip for us, love.” You heard Barty groan, anoyed at Evan’s words. You heard shuffiling as Barty seemed to follow Evan’s orders. Evan met your lips again. Your hands gripped onto his forearms as his tongue slipped past your lips. 

“Totally unjust,” Barty muttered. You heard leaves crunching under his movements. Evan’s lips twitched against yours. Evan fully pulled back, letting you catch your breath. You glanced over at Barty to find him stark naked and lying on his back on top of the blanket. You hummed. Evan glanced back at you, leading you towards the blanket by your hand. You sank to your knees next to Barty’s side. You caressed his cheek. 

“Hello, pretty boy. How are things?” He hummed. 

“Cold.” You gave him a pitying whine. You glanced up at Evan to find him holding up a syringe and a rubber strip. 

“Oh fuck that, I don’t do needles.” You said, sitting back on your heels. Evan pouted at you. 

“Don’t look, I’ll tell you when I’m done,” Evan said. Barty was grinnign up at you, his legs bouncing with excitement. You turned around, looking at the oranges and pinks painting the sky with the setting sun. You heard Barty squeeling, wondering what Evan was doing to him back there. Eventually, within a few minutes, Evan called to you. You turned bacck around. Barty had a bandaid slapped over his inner elbow and his eyes looked droopier. 

“What’d you do?” You asked, pushing Barty’s hair back from his forehead. Evan dropped the syringe into the basket. 

“Drew his blood,” Evan said with a slight smile on his lips. He paused when he noticed your confusion. “It makes him a little delirious. It’s okay, we’ve perfected this, he’ll be fine.” You nodded, looking down at Barty’s dopey smile. You glanced back at the horizon, noticing someone on the other side of the Black Lake, throwing rocks in. You could barely make anything out about them but you worried they’d be able to notice the naked Barty-sized blob. 

“Evan,” He hummed, digging through the basket again. “Someone could see us.” Evan nodded at you. 

“That’s entirely the point,” Evan said, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Right, no I knew that.” You looked down at Barty, knocking his cheek with your knuckle. He hummed, tilting his head towards you. Evan pulled out a strip of black fabric. Evan reached over and tapped Barty on the back of his head. Barty lifted his head, craning his neck up in a position that didn’t look comfortable. Evan wrapped the fabric, which you now realised was infact a blindfold, around Barty’s head. He tied it on the back of Barty’s head, avoiding his hair. Barty dropped his head back when Evan’s hands went back to the basket. You noticed Barty tilting his head from side to side, adapting to the loss of his sight. You leaned down to softly kiss him. Barty hummed, pushing his head further up towards you. You pulled back, ignoring Barty’s whine. 

You looked up at Evan to see him holding a bottle of honey and staring at you very seriously. He opened the bottle and held it over Barty’s exposed chest, without breaking eye contact. You raised an eyebrow when he squeezed the bottle, letting the honey drip down onto Barty. His eyes unwavered from yours. Evan looked away from you, dipping his pointer and middle finger in the heap of honey above Barty’s belly button. Evan pushed his fingers past Barty’s lips. Barty’s cheeks hollowed. You glanced at Evan, watching his eyes flutter for a second. Evan pulled his fingers out of Barty’s mouth, dragging them down Barty’s chin. Barty’s tonuge shot out, brushing against his chin. Evan dipped his fingers back into the honey before holding them out in your direction. 

You leaned forward, resting your hands on Barty’s stomach for your balance, You opened your mouth letting Evan press his fingers against your tongue. You wrapped your lips around them, swiping your tongue around the pads of his fingers. Evan stared at you, reaching out with his other hand to grip your chin. You finished cleaning his fingers, opening your mouth. He pulled his fingers away, leaning forward to lightly peck your lips. 

“Bee,” Barty hummed in response, jerking his head in Evan’s direction. “We’re going to lick the honey off you and I want you to guess who is where. If you use your beautiful brain and get it right four times in a row, we might reward you. Okay?” Evan asked. He used his mocking tone that made you glad you weren’t Barty at the moment. Barty's head bobbed. 

“I can do it, Rosie, I can. Promise.” Barty said, nodding his head aggressively. Evan leaned down to Barty’s stomach, lapping at the honey there. Barty whispered Evan’s name. Evan hummed approvingly as he pulled back, leaving Barty’s skin clean. Evan handed you the bottle of honey. You leaned over to Evan’s side without touching Barty. You squeezed out a line of honey that traveled under his pec before reaching up toward his sternum. You quietly handed the bottle back to Evan. You leaned down, mimicking Evan’s tongue movments on Barty’s sternum. Barty waited for a second, thinking before whispering your name. You pulled back, surprised he got it. 

Evan moved to the side of Barty’s chest as you pulled Barty’s nipple on his other side into your mouth. You noticed Barty’s bare hips bucking up into the cold night air. You pinched his side when he didn’t guess fast enough. Barty guessed wrong, making Evan pull back and smack his lips dissaprovingly. Barty whined in response. 

Barty kept guessing and guessing and guessing. He’d get so close to finally having someone touch his leaking cock but then he’d guess wrong on the fourth one and have to start over. You were honestly getting tired of the flowery taste of honey in your mouth by the time he finally got it, not without plenty of whining. Evan closed the honey setting it behind the basket. Barty jerked his head in your direction. 

“Did I get it? No?” Barty mumbled, pointing his head towards Evan. Evan ignored his question, instead swiping his tongue up Barty's length. Barty moaned, jerking at the touch. 

“I think you got it right, Barty.” You said, reaching out to lightly pinch Barty's cheek. Evan started to take more of Barty's cock into his mouth. You watched in fascination, not horniness as Evan started moving his hand and mouth in tandem up and down, along Barty. You glanced at Barty's face, finding him digging his teeth into his bottom lip. 

You reached out and pushed his chin down, letting his mouth fall open and his moans slip out. You decided to help Evan reward Barty for being such a smart boy. You slipped your hand between Barty's legs, staying out of Evan's way. You played with Barty's balls while Evan kept his warm mouth around him. You kept one hand between Barty's legs as you swirled your tongue around one of his nipples. Barty jerked his hips up. You heard Evan choke and a resounding slap followed. You glanced back at Evan to find a red mark on Barty's hip, right above the little heart. 

You trailed gentle kisses down to the red mark, lightly kissing up the red lines from Evan's fingers. Barty whimpered above you both. You pulled back to find Evan staring at you while his saliva made Barty's erection glimmer in the poor lighting. 

You ignored him, silently hoping you hadn't pissed him off. You moved up to Barty's face, bringing him into a kiss. You swallowed his moans. His touch whispered over your forearm. You weren't exactly used to him using his hands at a time like this, last time his hands were bound above his head. You found his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers. You pulled back, finding Evan's eyes again. He closed them, putting all his attention on Barty's cock again. 

You moved to Barty's neck, pulling some of the skin there between your lips. You felt Barty's moans vibrate against your lips. You kissed down to his hip, keeping your hand busy between his legs. You pulled his scarred skin into your mouth, running your tongue over Evan's initials. You stopped when you knew that area would be purple for the upcoming days. You watched Evan hollow his cheeks, making Barty push his head back. You hoped that the person throwing rocks had gone inside by now, really only wanting you and Evan to hear your boyfriend's moans. 

Evan pulled back to swirl his tongue around Barty's tip, before quickening his pace. Barty arched his back, his hips running away from Evan. You removed your hand from Barty's balls, instead opting to hold his hips down. Barty seemed to enjoy that, a small smile twitching on his lips. You bit his side in a reprimanding manner. Evan looked like he tried to smile at you but it's harder with his mouth full. You tapped Evan's cheek. 

Evan pulled back from Barty, wiping at the saliva on his chin. Barty whined, throwing his arms out to his sides in frustration. You and Evan swapped places. Evan hummed disapprovingly, making Barty pout. You gently kissed along Barty's, now wet, dick. Barty sighed, happy to have anybody’s mouth near his cock. 

Barty was starting to take notice of the differences between the way you and Evan treated him during sex. Evan was always a little rough around the edges, pushing and prodding to get what he wanted, mocking Barty's moans and calling him mean names. 

You felt softer, kissing at the red marks from Evan, cooing at him in sympathy, telling him he was good, taking your time to get Barty off. He was enjoying the balance and whiplash he got from it.

You were gently gliding your tongue over his tip. Barty dropped his elbow over his eyes, not that it would do anything he was still blindfolded. Evan started nibbling at Barty's side. You parted your lips over Barty's cock head, tracing over his slit with your pointed tongue. 

Barty hummed. You slowly pushed him further past your lips in response. You followed the bottom of his dick with your tongue, moving back up. You let one of your hands slip back to his balls while the other followed your mouth. Evan rested his hand on the back of your head. You furrowed your eyebrows glaring up at him. Evan raised an eyebrow at you in a way that reminded you of when Barty would try to steal off Evan’s plate. Evan pressed his lips together, dissaprovingly. Your hand left Barty’s balls, coming up to swat Evan’s hand away. Evan sucked his teeth, his lips forming into a snarl. You glared at him before closing your eyes and keeping your focus on Barty. 

You swirled your tongue around Barty’s sensitive head, before fully enveloping him with your mouth. You kept the pace of your head in tandem with Barty’s breathing. You peeked open an eye to find Evan tweaking both of Barty’s nipples and whispering in his ear. You doubted he was saying anything nice. Barty enjoyed it though, knocking his head into Evan’s shoulder. When you quickened your pace, Barty’s lips parted. Barty sank his teeth into the fabric of Evan’s shirt, biting down on his shoulder. You opened both your eyes when you heard Evan moan. 

Within your experience, you’ve heard Evan moan much less than Barty. Barty seemed to moan with just a few insults. You wanted Barty to bite Evan more so he’d squirm in response. You moved your tongue in more complicated patterns on Barty’s soft skin. Barty’s chest jerked towards Evan. Evan seemed disappointed, quickly traveling his hands around the picnic blanket to find Barty’s wrists. Evan held Barty’s hands together, pressing them towards his heart. Barty didn’t seem upset with being restrained as long as he got to touch Evan. 

Barty removed his mouth from Evan's shoulder. Barty rested his cheek on it instead, his black blindfold pointed up at his face. Evan hummed, pressing his nose against Barty’s cheekbone. 

“Are they treating you well? Hm, needy boy?” Evan whispered, with a mocking tone. Barty whined, squirming and twisting his wrists in Evan’s hold. Evan furrowed his eyebrows, tapping his finger against Barty's hand. 

“Answer me, slut. Come on, Barty. I know you can,  you and that pretty brain of yours, hm?” Barty whimpered, pressing his face into Evan’s chest. 

“ ‘s good. Feels nice, good. It’s good, Rosie.” Barty rubbed his face against Evan’s shirt. Evan sighed dissaprovingly. 

“176 IQ and all you can come up with is ‘it’s good. Feels nice’? Wow, you really are just a dumb whore aren’t you?” Evan smacked his lips, an unsettiling grin spreading across his face. Barty seemed to really like that comment, his hips jutting up. He made you cough around his cock. You let your teeth scrape his length for just a second, enough to reprimand him. Barty whined, trying to seek comfort in Evan only to find him tightening his hold on Barty’s wrists. 

“You liked that, didn’t you? Oh you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you? You wanna be called stupid, hm?” EVan whispered into Barty’s ear. Though it wasn’t quiet, you heard all of it. You imgined Barty would’ve rolled his eyes. Evan moved both of Barty’s wrists into one hand. Evan slipped two fingers of his other hand past Barty’s lips. 

“You’re too loud. Just never shut your fucking mouth do you?” Barty whined around Evan’s fingers. You moved your mouth faster. Barty’s eybrows furrowed over the blindfold, his mouth parting over Evan’s fingers. Evan was pressing down on Barty’s tongue. As you hollowed your cheeks, Barty moaned. Though it was messy, Evan’s fingers were in the way. 

With a particularly mean comment from Evan, a particularly good massage of Barty’s balls from your hand, and a particularly good swipe of your tongue, Barty was squealing and cumming down your throat. You swallowed, though a little slipped out the corner of your mouth. 

You slowly and gently pulled away, not wanting to overstimulate Barty yet. Evan released Barty’s wrist, moving to hold Barty against his chest. Evan gently swept some of Barty’s sweaty hair away from his temples, letting Barty catch his breath. You sat next to Evan, pulling Barty’s legs into your lap. Evan looked over at you. 

Evan pulled his hand away from Barty’s hair, coming up to wipe the corner of your mouth. You looked at him questioning. Evan nudged your nose with his, giving you a gentle smile. 

“You did so well.” He muttered, not really wanting poor Barty to overhear. You felt your face warm a little, feeling a tad like you were put on the spot. 

“Yeah?” Evan nodded, his forehead almost hitting yours. 

“Mm hm.” You smiled brightly, lurching forward to kiss Evan. He returned the fever, moving his lips with yours. You tugged him closer by the back of his neck, letting the taste of Barty flood his mouth too. Evan let out a breath through his nose in response, his chest settiling down. You felt Barty stir from his post orgasm haziness. You pulled back to look at your poor boyfriend, shivering a little from the cold. Evan gently knocked Barty’s jaw with his finger. 

“Do you want the blindfold off, Baby?” You whisperd to Barty, running a soothing hand up and down his leg. Barty’s head bobbed up and down. Evan gently slid the blindfold off, throwing it in the general direction of the basket. Barty’s eyes squinted from the abrupt addition of light. Evan ran a soothing hand along Barty’s arm. Barty’s eyes adjusted, and a small smile grew on his face as he looked up at Evan. He moved his focus over to you. Barty sat up out of Evan’s hands. Barty grinned at you, moving forward to press his lips to the corner of your mouth. 

“You’re so amzing.” His words pressed their backs against each other, flowing together. You shrugged. 

“It’s not that crazy.” You said while cupping his cheeks. Evan joined you two on your side, pulling his fingers through Barty’s hair. You both whispered praises into Barty’s cheeks, pecking his skin all over the place. After your crafting date, you had lovely matching necklaces and a lovely wind chime. 

Was the title good or no I feel like it wasn't my best

[katiekatdragon27]

Guys what is this book and what is the Bill on it? All I know is gay shapes-

A. Sphere: I'm not calling you "Good Boy" A. Square, that court case was SHIT.

Me earlier: Wow! The Book of Bill just came out, that's cool ig.

Everyone recently: *being super active in the tag, watching the movies, relogging and liking my art*

Me: *me carrying some small doodles over* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???

Thanks for bringing me back to brainrot by spam-liking all my old posts guys I forgive none of you (/J I LOVE YOU ALL)

More stuff below cut (BE WARNED NEW FLAT-PEOPLE SOME OF IT IS LOWKEY SPOILERY):

A. Square and A. Faux Line: Damn, that circle kinda a hottie- ...

I had this silly idea after my 29374th time watching Flatland that a majority of the first part of the movie is just A. Sphere watching all the shit go down like the worst telenovela you've ever seen. Also, that A. Line was originally going to be the apostle, but... uh... she can't really do that anymore, so he banks all his money on A. Square.

Also, I thought it would be super funny of A. Square and A. Faux Line both crushed on A. Sphere when he first showed up lol. Crazy smooth priest spawns and everyone swoons.

Older Hex doodles too. I love Hex, they're such a real one the whole time. With all the faults of Sphereland, I do like Hex maining in that one. But I also like picking and choosing which things I take as canon in my own work, so you get young adult Hex with their totally not-romantically-involved-with-at-all partner Punto (P. Octagon).

It's been a bit since Flatland happened in this hypothetical, so A. Square's still around. He's trying to be supportive of his masc-nonbinary kid who likes kissing boys, but still has to be annoying with dad jokes and the occasional backhanded compliment. He means well tho.

A. Tesseract: Hello A. Square!

A. TESSERACT OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU POOKIE <3333. She's probably one of my most favorite ocs I've made (and the one that gets the most art <3) She's also the one I feel the least awkward about shoving into the source material lol. I yearn to work on A Heightlander's Escape again, but we'll see.

I just wanted to draw something cute between her and A. Square. She may or may not be the voice at the end of the movie hmmmmmmmm.

At least A. Square would end up in good hands.

"There is always something beyond. There is always INFINITY."

Just a little doodle of smth I may or may not render cuz I really like how it looks. There is always something greater after all.

Thank you all for the recent support on those old-ish drawing, y'all made my week tbh. I have a new AU cooking for this so look forward to that lol. Have a good one :)))

[summer-princess]

Her Type- Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

Summary: Ingrid Engen had a type. Sitting on the couch with her girlfriend, casually making out, hands beginning to wander, she could definitely acknowledge that. Or, Ingrid tops the shit out of Mapi.

🔞Explicit Content, Minors DNI🔞

Originally posted on my ao3

Ingrid Engen had a type.

And no matter how much she blushed and vehemently denied it when Frido teased her, she knew it was true. What could she say? It was an observable fact, supported by the two serious relationships she'd had in her adult life. Ingrid had a bad habit of falling for pretty blonde girls covered in tattoos, just a little bit older than her, and they had the habit of falling for her too.

Another element of this truth, however, was better kept away from the public gaze.

Ingrid liked pretty girls covered in tattoos. And she loved taking them apart.

Sitting on the couch with her girlfriend, casually making out with hands beginning to wander, she could definitely acknowledge that.

Kissing Mapi was addictive, with every brush of the older woman's lips against her own making the Norwegian's heart beat faster, happy shivers covering her body. The Spaniard's mouth was slotted beneath her own as Ingrid slid her hand gently up Mapi's side, slipping beneath her shirt to feel the warm skin beneath. Although Ingrid dominated the kiss, the smaller woman was by no means passive- every once in a while she would let her teeth brush carefully against Ingrid's lips, claiming space in the chasm where their mouths met.

Whenever she did, Ingrid would let her have the reigns for a moment before tugging gently on her hair, responding by driving her own lips forward, deepening the kiss further until finally there was nothing else for it but to wrap her hands around Mapi’s waist, pulling the Spaniard into her lap and slotting one strong leg between her thighs.

“Fuck,” moaned the blonde, a sound that made Ingrid smile to herself as they kissed again. Lips still connected to her girlfriend’s, the Norwegian scooped Mapi up into her arms, hands coming to rest firmly on her ass as she carried her the few steps to the bedroom.

“Ingrid, fuck,” the older defender moaned as her girlfriend settled them on the mattress, Mapi on her back with Ingrid hovering over her, strong hands moving from her ass to slide up beneath her shirt, all the while maintaining the heavy contact between their mouths, sliding messily against each other. The Norwegian shifted, sliding her leg back in between Mapi’s.

"Hello there," she grinned. She might have said something else, but before she could utter another word, Mapi had tangled her hands in Ingrid's hair, pulling the already swollen lips back against her own. The kiss was bruising, its conclusion leaving both women gasping for breath. Ingrid's hands, still on her girlfriend's breasts, moved slowly, fingers searching out and finding pert nipples, drawing them into peaks with her touch.

Mapi squirmed, already rocking her hips against Ingrid's still-clothed leg. There were too many layers of fabric between them for her to really feel anything, but the Norwegian smirked at her anyway, a sudden pinch to the elder's nipple making her gasp.

"I love how sensitive your tits are," said Ingrid, voice saccharine despite the filthy words being uttered. "Every time I play with your pretty nipples it turns you into just the most darling desperate little thing. Like I haven't touched you a hundred times before."

Even as Ingrid brought her mouth down, pushing up Mapi's shirt to reveal her braless chest, she could sense the blush on her girlfriend's cheeks. She grinned to herself as she took one of the hard peaks into her mouth- when they had first started dating, it had been Mapi who made her blush most of the time. She still did, if Ingrid was being honest- every time the older woman called her princess or spoiled her with an expensive dinner or new dress, her cheeks would flame red. However, the Norwegian thoroughly enjoyed turning the tables on her, drawing the blood up to coat Mapi's cheeks before inevitably taking her apart.

"Ingrid," whined the Spaniard, distracted by how good her girlfriend's mouth felt on her sensitive nipples. "Ingrid, baby, c'mon."

"What do you want, Maria?"

"Touch me," she said, voice a gasp as Ingrid ran her teeth across sensitive skin. Bringing her mouth away with a lewd pop, the brunette grinned down at her girlfriend, ready to wind her up even further.

"That's not how we ask for things, love," she cooed, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

Mapi growled in annoyance, hands fiddling with the waistband of her own shorts as she shoved them down her legs, kicking them carelessly away along with her panties and leaving her bottom half bare, a feast for Ingrid's eyes.

"Please," she said, blush deepening. "Is that what you wanted to fucking hear? Please touch me, Ingrid."

"There we go," said the Norwegian. "Good girl."

With two long fingers, Ingrid began to circle her girlfriend's clit, dipping them quickly into Mapi to coat the tips with her wetness. She started out slowly, gently, barely brushing the swollen bud which was begging for her caress. Even as she got wetter and wetter, Ingrid's talented fingers gradually increasing the pressure, Mapi couldn't take her eyes off of her beautiful girlfriend. Before Ingrid, she had been the one who typically called the shots with her previous partners. The first time the Norwegian had turned the tables on her, though, she had been spellbound by it. Each and every time Ingrid did this, put her on her back or her hands and knees and called her good girl while making her ask for it, the spell was cast all over again.

Letting her eyes drift shut, Ingrid's hand continuing to rub circles around her sensitive clit, occasionally dipping a finger inside, Mapi only became aware of the world around her again when the motions stopped. A rather undignified whine slipping from her lips, she opened her eyes again to find that she had caught Ingrid in the process of undressing. Shamelessly, she devoured her girlfriend's body with her eyes, gaze dropping quickly to the wetness between her legs. Oh God, she wanted Ingrid on her tongue.

The younger defender smiled when she noticed that Mapi had opened her eyes, dropping the last of her clothing to the ground and turning around to dig through their drawer, providing the blonde with an excellent angle from which to admire her ass.

The strap which she pulled out of the drawer wasn't their biggest by any means, and it was only single sided, but it had a gentle curve which touched Mapi in all the right places. She clenched around nothing, already anticipating how it would feel as it slid into her, and so she was surprised when, rather than putting it on straightaway, Ingrid set the toy gently on the bedside table.

Climbing back onto the bed, Ingrid bent down to give her girlfriend another bruising kiss, tugging gently on her hair.

"I want to sit on your face," she whispered. Mapi nodded eagerly, resisting the urge to reach down between her own thighs, knowing that, with how dominant of a mood her partner seemed to be in today, she certainly wouldn't tolerate that.

"Please," she moaned. "God, yes, Ingrid. Please sit on my face."

Ingrid's grin widened as she straddled her girlfriend, lowering herself down until her soaked pussy was almost within Mapi's reach. The older woman stuck out her tongue, trying to reach it, but Ingrid kept it just out of reach, bringing down the hand not bracing herself against the headboard to toy with her own swollen clit, a sight that made Mapi think she might die there. Then, slowly, just as her partner was about to burst from the frustration of it, of having Ingrid right there yet not being able to quite reach her while still keeping her head on the pillow, Ingrid sank fully down, wet cunt finding a home against the other's swollen lips.

Ingrid let Mapi set the pace at first, the blonde beginning with gentle licks and kisses to Ingrid's clit, taking the bud between her lips and sucking it into her mouth, a movement which made Ingrid's hips jerk almost imperceptibly. Then, just as the Spaniard was getting into her rhythm, Ingrid started to grind down against her partner's face, her hole against Mapi's mouth directing her partner to focus her attention there. Ingrid's hand came down again, thumb rubbing roughly against her swollen clit.

Mapi watched, mesmerized, as her fingers moved, creamy thighs on either side of her head. There was something about it, about licking diligently at her girlfriend's hole while Ingrid toyed with her own clit, that made her want to melt into a puddle at her girlfriend's feet.

"Fuck, Maria," moaned Ingrid. "Your mouth, oh!"

Mapi couldn't be quite sure how long she was between Ingrid's legs, losing herself in the heaven of her girlfriend's juices coating her face, the feeling of being completely surrounded by the Norwegian's pussy, her own throbbing between her thighs. She only became aware again when the pattern changed, when Ingrid took her hand away from her clit to tangle it in Mapi's blonde hair, using it to direct her girlfriend as she approached her peak.

"There, yes," she gasped. "Just like that, fuck! I'm close!"

Redoubling her efforts, desperate for Ingrid to come for her, Mapi took her girlfriend's clit between her lips again. One of her hands, idle at her sides before this point, came up to slide two fingers into Ingrid's pussy, curling them gently to find her favorite spot.

"Fuck, I'm going to come on your face."

Ingrid had just enough stamina left to utter the statement before she was cresting her orgasm, cunt pulsing steadily around Mapi's fingers, juices leaking out to coat the Spaniard's tongue and chin, incoherent noises of pleasure falling from her lips. She rode out her climax against her girlfriend's face, hand still tight in her hair, only collapsing down onto the bed once the orgasm had faded.

Even though the longing between her own legs was becoming difficult to ignore, the older woman gave Ingrid a moment to recover before she pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, the remnants of Ingrid's orgasm leaving a wet spot where her lips touched Ingrid's skin.

"Mm," said Ingrid, shaking her head back and forth to refocus on the beautiful woman waiting for her to fuck her. "Let me strap up, love."

She reached for the dildo and harness that she had left on the bedside table, sliding it on before spitting into her own hand and giving the toy a performative stroke.

"Do you want me, love?"

Mapi nodded, spreading her legs to reveal her own soaked pussy, begging silently for Ingrid's attention. The Norwegian smirked, a predatory expression that sent chills across her partner's body. Even though she had just come, her clit gave an interested twitch at the sight of Mapi on her back, legs wide open for her, cunt just waiting for Ingrid to slide her cock inside.

"God," she said, kneeling down on the bed and gripping her girlfriend's hips. "Aren't you just the prettiest sight? So wet for me. It's almost obscene, isn't it? How wet you get for me."

“Fuck,” came the whine from between her girlfriend’s lips, the desperate sound music to Ingrid’s ears as she stroked her entrance, tantalizingly slow, with the head of their strap. Mapi was teetering on the edge of exactly where Ingrid wanted her- all she needed was a little push.

“Be good for me,” she crooned, letting the head of the toy come to rest up against the Spaniard’s hard clit and giving it another stroke. Her hands came up to Mapi's chest, the brunette noting absently that the shirt she had pushed up earlier was still bunched up at the base of her girlfriend's neck. Her fingers rolling Mapi's nipples drew another wrecked moan from the older woman.

“I’ll fuck you,” she continued, voice gentle as she made the dirty promise.

“All you need to do is beg.”

“Please,” came the whimper, before Ingrid had even finished speaking. “Please, Ingrid, fuck me! I need it so bad, please!”

“There you go,” cooed Ingrid, letting the teasing edge fully enter her voice as she pressed her hips forward, one hand still toying with Mapi’s peaked nipples. The noise the Spaniard released as Ingrid sank into her was truly sinful, provoking a smile of smug satisfaction from the younger woman. Ingrid watched the head of the toy disappear inside her girlfriend, her cunt swallowing it so perfectly.

“Was that really so difficult?”

Mapi didn’t respond- what was difficult for her now was keeping her hips pressed against the bed, trying not to buck upward and meet Ingrid’s thrusts with her own. The Norwegian’s hips moved slowly, torturously slowly, each thrust sending the toy a bit deeper. The older woman stretched around it and, for a few moments, the only sounds in the room were her soft gasps, accompanied by the filthy wet sounds her pussy was making as Ingrid fucked her.

"Fuck," moaned Ingrid, eyes locked on the way her girlfriend's face contorted in pleasure as she fucked her. Having not had any attention for a good fifteen minutes, the older woman's clit twitched under Ingrid's skilled touch. It wasn't going to take much, the Norwegian could tell, to get her there.

The smooth thrusts, combined with Ingrid's fingers circling her swollen clit, had Mapi teetering on the edge before she knew it. Locking eyes with Ingrid, the Spaniard saw her girlfriend give a slight nod and, permission granted, the muscles of the blonde's cunt spasmed with orgasm, gripping the toy inside her. Ingrid's fingers continued their path on her clit, working her through her climax, wave upon wave of pleasure drowning her. The thin digits worked her, playing her like an instrument, until her whimpers became oversensitive.

Easing her cock gently out, taking a moment to admire the copious wetness clinging to the toy, Ingrid took her fucked out girlfriend into her arms, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.

"How was that, love?"

Mapi didn't answer right away, still occupied with catching her breath. Eventually, though, she turned to Ingrid, lips raised in the smile that had first captured the Norwegian's heart.

"Perfect as always, princess."

It was Ingrid's turn to blush as Mapi kissed her cheek, pulling the sheets up and over them.

[dandelion-wings]

Re-reading current WIPs leads to re-reading old stuff no longer in progress, which lead me today to the old stuff from @theabysscomeshome and I's Harbinger AU. And it occurred to me that, while I doubt I'm ever fixing up or finishing the outdated stuff enough to ever put this on AO3 at this point, I could go ahead and post the one complete piece from it that's not completely jossed, and that I still like, here. >>

For reference, the Harbinger AU is essentially a Venti-Tsarita roleswap (with a side of Jean-Childe roleswap but that doesn't show up at all in here), wherein the Knights of Favonius essentially fill the Fatui's role.

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The great tower in front of them is in disrepair, shattered and half-broken, but the cubical mechanism for opening the door still works once the hilichurls out front have been cleared away. As the great door grinds open, tilted sideways at an awkward angle, a cheerful voice rings out from behind them both.

"Oh, it's Sir Diluc!"

Diluc spins around, his hand dropping to the hilt of his claymore. Lumine, noting his narrowed eyes and tight jaw, follows suit. In front of them both is a young woman, or older girl, in a leather traveling outfit with bright red accents that stand out against the swirling snow--including a headband that looks like nothing so much as a pair of rabbit ears. She pulls up the goggles that had been over her eyes and grins at them.

"Hello! I haven't met you before. Who are you?"

"Outrider," Diluc says, his tone guarded, though he doesn't yet draw his claymore. "You're a long way from Mondstadt."

"So are you! It's so nice to meet you here. I haven't seen you in ages." The girl skips forward as if she hasn't noticed Diluc's tension or the hand tightening further around his claymore's hilt. "Sir Kaeya and Master Jean will be so glad to know you're all right!"

"*Don't*," Diluc growls.

Those names Lumine recognizes. "Diluc, who is this?"

"Outrider Amber of the Knights of Favonius. Which makes her very far from her operational area."

"Oh, that's expanded a little bit since you left, Sir Diluc." She veers away from him to bound smiling over to Lumine. "I still haven't gotten your name."

"My name is Lumine," she says, fighting the urge to reach for the hand that Amber holds out to her. The girl's cheerful friendliness is at sharp odds with how tensely Diluc watches her. Also, if she's more recently from Mondstadt... Lumine has to ask. "Have you met a boy who looks like me on your travels from Mondstadt? I'm looking for my brother."

Amber looks her up and down, then shakes her head, an apologetic look on her face. "No, I'm sorry, I haven't. But I can put up some posters for you once I get back! Uh... if you can tell me a place to contact you...."

"Don't bother," Diluc says.

"I don't have any way for you to contact me, since I'm on the road. But I appreciate the offer." Lumine looks over at Diluc, trying to judge if it's *really* necessary to keep her hand on her sword. "I thought the Knights of Favonius were dangerous? But Amber's willing to put up posters, even if there's no point."

"It's not her I'm worried about. It's who might come behind her. Is that Lawrence woman in Snezhnaya too?"

"Don't call her that! At least call her Sir Eula!" Amber stamps a foot and glares at him. "And I can't tell you her movements, but she's not with me. I'm here because Sir Kaeya's too much of a layabout to do his own intelligence missions."

"Hey, should you be telling us that?" Paimon asks. She's drifted forward over Lumine's shoulder, her curiosity drawing her in.

"You're with Sir Diluc, so it's fine. He's a little grumpy, but he's not a bad guy."

Diluc sighs and straightens up, finally releasing his claymore. "She wouldn't tell us if she thought we could interfere with it. Which means she won't tell us the details, either."

"Nope!" Amber beams at him. "I'm so lucky I saw you guys in the snow. Your hair really stands out, Sir Diluc, and you always wear that black coat, so I thought it must be you. Even though it's not part of the mission, Sir Kaeya will be glad to know you're still going strong. And that you made a friend."

"Hmmph." Diluc crosses his arms over his chest. "And I'm sure it will help him track my movements."

"Duh! He worries about you, you know." She looks past them at the open door to the tower, then turns to Lumine. "If you're going in there, do you want some help? I have the time, and I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold for a while. Snezhnaya is *freezing*. Besides, I can tell Sir Diluc all about how Master Jean and Sir Kaeya are doing."

Lumine glances over at Sir Diluc. He looks a little annoyed, but not alarmed, and he doesn't try to refuse for her. This is her mission, given by the Tsaritsa, even if he's been helping her on it. And she would like to learn a little more about these Knights of Favonius from someone who doesn't have so obvious a grudge. It seems somehow appropriate to do so in pursuit of an Anemoculus.

"All right," Lumine says. "You can help."

As Lumine turns back towards the gaping black shadow of the doorway, she hears Amber cheer behind her. "Awesome! I can't wait to show you Baron Bunny."

***

Baron Bunny is a giant plush, it turns out. It explodes, which is a bit unexpected, but after the brief surprise of it in the first fight Lumine quickly gets used to it. Amber isn't nearly as strong a fighter as Diluc, though she also has a Pyro Vision, but just the presence of her flaring heat in battle seems to make the Melt effect that Lumine has gotten used to setting up with Diluc more effective. Overall, she's a much better party member than Diluc's reaction had led Lumine to expect.

A quarter of the way up the tower, they run into what seems to be a dead end. Lumine stands at the bottom of a cavernous space, made more so by the lingering edges of floors and walls that have crumbled away above. Even if she stands on the highest of the broken pillars, the next partially-intact floor is dozens of feet over her head. There's a lift mechanism in the corner, but it lies dormant and still.

"Those torches," Diluc says, holding his flaming claymore high to light the space. "That sort are usually connected to the mechanisms in these ruins. If I can reach them, I can light them and see what they'll do. It's getting there that's the problem."

Lumine looks around and sees what he means. The tilting and crumbling of the tower have put most of them in nearly-unaccessible spots. That one he might be able to reach by jumping off this pillar if she jumps far enough, and if he can squeeze through that rubble there one is half-buried behind it... but the ones higher on the walls will be harder to reach. Her Cryo constructs melt so quickly under Diluc's feet. The two that, due to the tilt of the tower, are practically on the ceiling? She has no idea about those.

"Oh, is that all? Leave it to me," Amber chirps from the base of the pillar. Lumine crouches down and watches her unsling her bow. She takes careful aim at each of the torches, the ends of her arrows bursting into flame, and lights each of them with one shot, even the half-buried one that Lumine wouldn't have thought she could reach.

"Thank you," Lumine says, smiling at her, as the lift jerks to life and begins to slowly grind its way up the wall. "We couldn't have done that without you."

"Glad to help." Amber assures her, dashing up the slant of the wall towards the lift. "Last one up is a rotten egg!"

Lumine jumps off the pillar to hit the wall right behind her. As she scrambles up onto the lift she sees Diluc uncross his arms, brace himself, and leap to follow.

***

They make it most of the rest of the way up before they reach another such space, this one with great crumbled gaps in the outer walls as well. No lift or torches are apparent this time. The cold winds from outside the tower rip through the sides of the tower, leaving piled-up drifts of snow behind. Lumine, Diluc, and Amber crouch in the lowest corner, Paimon floating low and using Lumine as a windbreak.

"Those are blowing harder than I'd have thought from looking outside," Diluc says. "There must be Anemo energy leaking down from above."

"I bet we could get up there using those winds," Amber says, eyeing the roaring flurries overhead in speculation.

"With the winds?" Lumine asks.

"Yeah, using our wind gliders!" Amber reaches back and pats the narrow wood-and-metal box on her back that Lumine had thought was some kind of travel case. "Sir Diluc, haven't you shown Lumine how to glide yet?"

"We haven't been in a large enough town to find one for sale. Or to get mine repaired," he says expressionlessly.

"What, your wind glider is broken? Let me take a look at it," Amber begs, reaching out towards him like she wants to grab for something. "I bet I can fix it. And I have a spare with me I could lend to Lumine, so we can show her how to glide! You know there won't be a better way up."

Diluc stares at her for a moment more, calculating, then reaches into his travel pack and pulls out another such case and holds it out. Amber snatches it from him with a squeal of excitement. "The left wing won't extend fully," he tells her as she flips it over and starts undoing catches on the back.

"Oh, that's because your pivot gears are bent. This will take me a few minutes, so maybe we should sit down and rest while I fix it? I haven't eaten in ages."

"A lunch break sounds like a *great* idea!" Paimon seconds enthusiastically. "Lumine, do you have more of that cabbage-potato borscht?"

"No, I'm all out," Lumine says regretfully to Paimon. Her stomach rumbles at the memory of the delicious soup. "Diluc, what about you?"

"I have potatoes."

"Nothing else?"

"Potatoes are a complete meal on their own."

"Not without butter and cream," Amber protests, looking up from the articulating wing made of metal joins and wooden feathers that she's stretched out over her knees. "I did some hunting earlier, and I still have plenty of meat, plus some cheese. You could make a pile-'em-up! You were always really good at that one."

"Oh!" Paimon comes zooming up to hover level with Diluc's face, bobbing in the air in front of him. "Juicy meat and melty cheese and potatoes! That sounds perfect to Paimon!"

Diluc bats irritably at Paimon until she drifts further away. "It won't be the same without lamp grass for seasoning."

"True," Amber says. "I guess I could make my signature Outrider's champion steak when I'm done fixing your wind glider."

"...I'll make a pile-'em-up without the lamp grass."

***

The Hydro Abyss Mage, shell frozen by Lumine's Cryo and melted into nothingness by Diluc's phoenix and Amber's arrows, tumbles squealing to the floor. Diluc lunges forward and drops down on top of it, pinning it beneath his knees, one hand on its shoulder, the other holding his claymore across its throat.

"The key to the pillar," he snaps at it. "How do we get it open?"

"Like I'm going to tell you," the Abyss Mage chitters, its voice high and cracking and full of vicious glee. "You'll never get through- aaah! That hurts!"

Diluc lets the flame die. "Tell us, or it's going to hurt a lot more."

"Favonians who can't even figure out the order of the elemental monuments on your own- aaah! Ow! Okay! The first, third and fifth have to be lit at the same time, while the other two are left alone, or they all go out! Aaaaah, I'm not lying!"

With a jerk of his claymore, Diluc slices through the Abyss Mage's neck, and it dissolves into powdery black smoke. Then he rises and turns to study the elemental monuments arranged around the pillar in which the Anemoculus is said to be encased. The way they're set, she can tell his phoenix can't hit all three at once without lighting the two in between.

"You could get those two," Lumine suggests, pointing to the two on the end. The curving way the monuments have been arranged in front of the pillar means that there's a straight line between them that wouldn't touch the others. "And Amber can shoot the third at the same time."

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Amber pulls an arrow from her bow and sets it to the string, looking at Lumine with a smile. "Just give me a signal."

"Fine," Diluc says shortly, and walks to where he needs to stand to line up the phoenix. He, too, looks at Lumine for a signal.

Lumine takes a couple of steps back, just in case, and raises a hand. "Fire!" she calls, snapping it down.

Amber's arrow flies and flashes, the phoenix blazes forward, and the three monuments light up, Pyro sigils shining above them as veins of elemental energy run glowing down them like lava down a volcano's side. There's a click from the pillar, then a grinding of stone, and a portion of the front slides away. The Anemoculus--a blue-green orb framed with irregular, feathery wing-like protrusions, with a more stylized wing-like symbol shining from within the orb--rotates slowly within. She can feel the Anemo energy radiating off of it, generating a cool breeze that flows through the room.

Slowly, entranced by the beauty of the elemental object, Lumine starts forward. She reaches a hand out towards it as she passes the monument that Amber had lit.

But Amber is faster. She dashes forward and thrusts her hand into the pillar, snatching the Anemoculus from its prison. As she turns about, Lumine unthinkingly reaches towards her, expecting to be handed it. Amber just pulls her goggles down and bounces backwards, using the tilt of the floor to speed her movement.

"Sorry, Lumine. I wish I didn't have to do this, you seem really nice. But Sir Kaeya says Master Jean needs these, and even if he's too lazy to get them himself, I can't let you have one. I really hope I didn't mess things up for you too much. Good luck finding your brother! Sir Diluc, I'll tell everyone you said hi!"

As Diluc lunges for her, face twisted in fury, hands outstretched, she flings herself through the arching, open window behind her and into the freezing winds below. Amber twists about in the air, clutching the Anemoculus to her chest with one hand and pulling the string on her wind glider with the other. Wings snap out behind her and she catches the wind, soaring away and down with expert speed.

"After her!" Lumine shouts at Diluc, charging towards the same window, reaching for the release of the glider Amber had told her to keep as she goes. She can hear his feet on the floor behind her. Paimon, wailing in alarm, grabs Lumine's arm and clutches on tight as they launch.

The winds battering at her out here are entirely different from those they'd flown on in the tower. While they aren't as strong, they also aren't nearly as directed. With only her minimal experience, Lumine can't manage to steer herself after Amber, who is dwindling into a spiraling red-brown dot in the distance. Diluc has more experience with wind gliders, but he seems to be having just as much trouble--no, more, one wing, the supposedly fixed wing, stiff and unmoving even when the other one flexes. He's caught by a particularly strong buffet and tumbles as something in the unmoving wing, unable to flex, instead snaps.

With Amber already out of reach, Lumine turns and dives as best she can after Diluc instead. He doesn't fall at deadly speed, but it's still a good clip, and he hits the ground below with a crash sufficient to throw up snow in a blinding cloud all around. Lumine wipes it from her eyes as she lands, then wades through the waist-deep drifts until she finds Diluc fumbling out of them, snow turning to water wherever he's touched and then freezing right back into ice.

All around them, the wind is still swirling, carrying even more snow than before. Lumine looks up at the slate-grey sky that's all she's ever seen in Snezhnaya, searching for a darker blotch. "I think a blizzard may be coming on...."

"It's no blizzard." Finally making it to his feet and dusting off the worst of his snow from his clothes and hair, Diluc reaches again for his claymore as he peers out into the blinding flurries all around. This time he draws it, holding it in front of him, a thin line of flame dancing along the blade. "It's worse."

"What's worse?" Paimon asks, slowly letting go of Lumine's arm and floating up to peer over her shoulder.

Out of the white wall of snow, a figure appears, striding confidently towards them. A tall woman, clad in black and white with a blue cape swirling behind. Lumine is shivering in this even deeper chill, but she seems entirely untroubled. She's carrying a claymore that looks like it's been carved out of ice, held high and ready to swing, the flat resting on her shoulder.

"Diluc Ragnvindr," she says, staring haughtily at Diluc. Somehow the tilt of her chin makes it seem like she's looking down at him, even though he's the same height or taller. "How annoying."

"Sir Eula?" Lumine guesses, glancing at Diluc and then back at her.

"Yes. Sir Eula Lawrence, Captain of the Reconnaissance Company, and Fourth Harbinger of the Knights of Favonius, to be precise." She turns that disdainful look on Lumine. "Amber tells me you're... *nice*... so I will not take vengeance on this traitor here and now, in circumstances where you may get in the way. But if you threaten Amber or our mission, I will not hesitate to turn my blade upon you."

Lumine tenses, reaching for her sword, but Diluc reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder. It's warm on Lumine's bare skin even through his still-wet glove. "This isn't the place to fight her," he says, low-voiced, frustration audible through his gritted teeth. "Report back to the Tsaritsa, and we'll work out our plan from there."

"Wise of you," Eula says. She stands there, claymore on her shoulder, not moving an inch, as she watches them walk away.

[beatcroc]

a year!!! as of today i have now been drawing these funny little pizza freaks, to the exclusion of almost everything else, for!!! an entire year!!! i wanted to do a nice group shot/lineup of everybody to compare to when i first started trying to draw them because oh boy were they bad. i never even posted most of them anywhere because they were so bad. but im posting them here, now, to see how everything's changed/evolved.

this is probably the hardest time i've ever had trying to figure out how to work with a style, but we got there eventually; i'm pretty happy with the handle i've got on everybody now...dont let ur memes be dreams. lots of unimportant journaling and idle thoughts abt it below.

older pics

the first one is the VERY first time i drew them, before i thought i was going to actually have any interest in drawing them [lmao]; it was just the one isolated image, for my friendserver, to illustrate the funney message, so there was no attempt to make it Good or actually understand anything going on w/ the designs or style.

second is the original run of practices sketches to start trying to figure them out for real; done after i started having ideas for the comics and such and realized oh god maybe i am actually gonna draw fanart for this. [again, lol, and lmao.]

third one is the first pt art thing i posted on here. there were a couple weeks of sprite studies between this one and the previous image. the one on the top right wasn't part of that post i just threw it on as space filler; i'd intended to shift to doing Sprite Redraws But Stylized to explore tings more, but that was the only one i did. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

individual characters

peppino: by far the hardest dear god. bro what ARE your shapes how DOES your face work. jesus christ. everything i have trouble with this style for, peppino has it in excess. i draw in polygons! i need consistency! and that is the last thing this kind of style is concerned with. they are made of squarshy clay and i do not understand how to mold them. i was really hoping trying to learn this game's style would GIVE me that kind of flexibility for fun exaggerated facial expression but i don't think much came of it in the end 😔. anyway on the bright side all this means once i got peppino figured out a little bit everybody else clicked way easier.

fake peppino: honestly i never did anything with him on purpose except for how his eyes work + the perma-smile thing. i figured ok hes supposed to look weird and off model so whatever happens with him happens. and it did. and it kept happening. it is still, in fact, happening.

noise/ette: somehow, for every bit that peppino was the least natural thing i've ever tried, these two worked pretty much right off the bat. i still don't understand it, seeing as pretty much all the things at play for peppino are also at work for them. i think the new sketches are actually a little worse than older ones but not enough that i care.

gustavo: really funny bc i drew him on model twice and just went 'okay, cool nice, easy, um. he doesn't have any fucking legs?' fortunately he was the only one i had a strong idea for how to stylize him [square] and it worked exactly as i was hoping so wahoo.

brick: is an animal and therefore 5000x easier and more natural for me to draw/stylize than anything else in the cast. that is Just a rat bro. i can draw a rat.

gerome: i think the funniest one here. the most drastic and least necessary change imo. i was gonna have him be really small at first, like smaller than the noises, but then i just... didn't. he's just peppino-sized now. also i gave him like. actual human facial structure, which is funny bc in most cases i'd do anything to avoid, but it works well for his being A Rock to give him some angles and definition like that+ to differentiate his vibe from the rest of the cast who are all very squishy. also since he is essentially Just A Head it's good to emphasize that too ig.

john: i only drew john a couple times but he gets to be here because i like him. and because most of the stuff i applied to gerome was readily applicable to john, though i did try to keep him a little more uncanny because he is a Huge And Lanky Freak. i hate that he is barefoot btw but idk how to make his color balance look right with shoes.

pizzahead: i did not want to put him on here honestly but i Have drawn him a handful of times and more importantly i didn't know what i was gonna do with john's pose if i didn't have him there to be glared at. the only thing that's different with him is giving him wider-bottomed pants, which i got from when i tried to draw these guys in clone high style [i never posted that one either][i will eventually]

snick: he gets to be here because 1. he's like 6 lines 2. i like him and 3. ive scribbled him a few times offhand and it went pretty well

misc

there are some guys missing because those are guys i didn't draw enough [or at all] to have gotten comfortable with them. sorry

i would have Liked to shade these but for the time being i have accepted that my grasp of light/shadow has decayed to the point im not going to be happy with anything i try there, so For Now i am working on my presentation with flats i guess. gerome has a shadow only because he's shaded like that ingame and looks naked without it

anyway if you are still reading [hi?] i get to shamelessly plug now. i'm over the hill of my pizza run now, and while i still have plenty of things i want to make here, most of the bigger more in-depth ones have passed. pizza tower was the first thing in THREE YEARS to get me out of my oc groove to doing fanart, and once i am done with my ideas here i will be going right back to it. if you like my art or how i write characters/interactions you should check out my oc/webcomic blog @jamverse . i can't promise people who like pizza stuff will be terribly into my designs, but i can guarantee i treat my guys with the exact same sort of tone i handle the pt guys with. and hell, i've mentioned it a few times before, but like 70% of my characterization for fake pep is just copied off one of my characters, so if u are going to miss him... he will still be there in spirit >;p

and if you dont care about any of that and are still reading thank you anyway. actually making these comics + seeing how shockingly well-received they've been has done a lot for my confidence, and for seeing that my kind of stuff IS something people enjoy :')

[oh-no-its-bird]

Hiname makes a poor decision or three? Was the first poor decision trusting the twins with anything ever?

From this ask game

Oh boy ok this is a messy one actually, and a bit on the angstier side

So like, basically: this one is a vague plan for a cut chapter of wolves of the woods where an 18/19 year old Hiname spirals, tries to convince Haruka to sleep with her, then gets momed instead as Haruka pretty much goes "ahahaha so we aren't doing that actually <3"

With that said, copy pasted from my notes app:

Summary// Her wolves were dead, their blood on her hands. Ichigo was years gone, for all her mismatched eyes still haunted her. Her plans to abolish the caged bird seal have hit a wall she can't seem to break. Rapidly spiraling, Hyuuga Hiname propositions one Hatake Haruka. Haruka is less than amused.

+ general notes:

(Haruka guides Hiname to a room and sits her down on the bed. Hiname is practically shaking. But Haruka just tucks her in and leaves, coming back in a little bit with soup. Hiname is ?????? But Haruka goes "clearly you've lost your mind, silly :)" Haruka asks her why she doesn't just sleep w that servant of hers thats always following her around but Hiname says it's like. Wrong. She wouldn't know how to say no, she's too loyal. Hiname can't put her in that position. Haruka just pauses and pats Hiname's head and goes, "You're a good girl, Hiname." This does not help Hiname feel any less mortified about her current situation.

And some actual writing:

Haruka stopped. Looked at Hiname, really looked at her. The notch that had been taken out of her lip the month prior had only just finished healing. Her chipped tooth flashing from behind the sliced skin as her lips flattened into a frown. "You're... propositioning me." Haruka said, for once devoid of amusement. "I am." Haruka cocked her head. "I'm not unaware of the effect I have on kids your age." Hiname's face practically lit up red. "I'm not a kid, I'm—" "Yes, yes, oh wow you're so old, a whole eighteen! How wonderful for you. I am, however, more than three times your age." "Well—" Hiname floundered for a moment. "How old do I have to be?" "Normally?" Haruka tapped her lips, humming. "I mean, I don't usually ask, but if they tell me the number or I can guess it we'll enough, at least 25, preferably. I might give lower 20's a shot, if it's a one time thing and they seem to know what they want. For you though?" She propped her head up on her palm, humming theatrically as Hiname's fidgeting increased, growing more and more impatient with every second Haruka dragged on. Finally, Haruak smiled sunnily, and tapped Hiname's nose. "Mmmm... 30." "30—!?" Hiname gaped, and Haruka's grin only grew. "Yes, come back to me when you're 30, and maybe I'll give you a chance." "But— But— I'll probably be dead by then! You'll probably be dead by then!" 30 was an ambitious age for any shinobi, never mind whatever number Haruka would be on by the time Hiname got so far. "Well not with that attitude!" Haruka mocked. "What?"

So. First off. Midway through writing this post I got distracted and decided to draw older Hiname. So. Take this:

Hiname my beloved ,, she deserves to pull some dumb bitch moves as she struggles to keep herself afloat, trying her best to find a road that will allow her to abolish the caged bird seal at only 18/19. (Not that it'll bring her anything but an untimely death of her own, rip)

I think she gets to become especially close with Haruka after the twins deaths, not just bc of naturally going for her for the comfort of a trusted older woman figure in her life but also like. Bc part of her "let's get rid of this fucking seal" plan involves approaching other clan heads for political backing, which Haruka readily gives her without any strings attached.

She's one of the few allies Hiname has left in the world that are behind her 100%, just because they support her and her cause

Haruka will not, however, be giving her the time of day in any sort of romantic or sexual way. Sorry Hiname! She's known u since you were a kid, that's fucking weird for her.

She will instead take this opportunity to pick you up, declare you daughter shaped, and put you in her pocket (and continue to prove that anyone she decides to consider daughter shaped is doomed to die an early death. Oops! Should have learned with Shiruka, idk)

Tbh I think there's just a lot of good space and potential for an interesting story to tell in like. The messes we can make as lonely human people, especially in our most stressed moments.

Hiname just wants some company from someone she can truly trust, and maybe deep down she chose to approach Haruka bc she knew that Haruka would treat her right— which in this case, meant telling her no (like a responsible adult) and trying to help her explore her options and talk through her feelings

In media I'll often see similar stories of some young adult throwing themselves at a much older person, and I do think it can be interesting and fun to see from a story telling standpoint.

But also like— age and the history of the people at play should play into a dynamic like that, and it always annoys me a little when it's not brought up, or just brushed over, or when it is played into its not played into enough— like, cmon guys if you're gonna go down that route at least make it interesting!!! You have all the ingredients for some prime soap opera drama, why aren't you using them to their fullest potential???

So anyways. I think it'd be fun to try to tell one of those stories— but then it turns out that the adult having a young woman throw herself at them is actually (gasp, shock, I know) a normal fucking person who doesn't want to fuck a girl she's arguably been close with since she was 15.

Maybe it's catharsis for every time I end up screaming at my computer screen watching Kennie JD summarize a shitty tubi movie where a guy readily fucks a girl he's known since she was a minor while he was in his late 20s. Maybe this is my own fix it version of that story where the guy isn't a creep.

Who knows.

So like, circling back to ur original ask. Actually, you were actually right actually bc Hiname's first mistake really was trusting the twins (to survive) <3

Anyways. In summary:

(I've been waiting to post that one for a while FJFBSOBFKSNDKS)

[typewritingyip]

Hi ! I don’t know what hour is it where u live but it’s pretty late for me so : apologies for this hehe

LETS BE HONEST HERE : I LOVE YOUR STORY ! Im currently only on like….chapter 4, but

BUT i love the world building, we can see you really thought about all of that deeply

And. *chief kiss*

I have a proposition my dear writer.

If you describe me how you see Hound, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Breakdown in this AU, both in human and mech form (important things, like weapons, or facial features for the human part)

Then I want to draw them. I don’t know if I will have the time to actually illustrate this but AT LEAST I wanna have a full image in mind when I read this blorbos in your (amazing) style

Also also it’s funny because I was reading your story and I saw your pfp and I’ve been like ‘eh ? I know this’

And yes. You are the kind person that always like and comment on my drawings and I wanted to say TYSM <333

Oh my gosh, Hi!

I’m so glad you love the story, it’s been entirely amazing to be able to write like I have been. You have made my entire day so much better, thank you!

As for the crew of Arcturus One, man, I don’t even know where to begin. I know I briefly described how the ingrained tech was different for each of them in a different post probably here, but actually describing them and their suits…

Hound is what I’ve pictured as the very typical run of the mill military guy, he’s in his late 20’s/early 30’s and has been piloting for around 10 years. Probably started between 20-22, younger but not the youngest to become a pilot. When I’ve spoken about him out loud, I kinda have described him as a better version of Duke from GI Joe, but a lot less blonde. He’s probably a brunette in my minds eye. He stands without the suit around 5’11, on the fitter side of things, and had perpetual eye-bag syndrome. Mans is always tired. He very much would have had that “boy next door” look about him in his younger days (when he first met his ex-wife *cough*) but yeah. That very typical American who is mostly white but generally has a bit of everything there. He has been known to have facial hair but prefers the military look, just cause he does emulate his father in that respect.

Breakdown is from Ukraine, he is the tall guy of the group like 6’ and above. Very stoic in appearance, but the guy is so kind that he is only really intimidating when you don’t know him. He’s on the older side of things, has been a pilot for around 15 years, and probably is one of the longest standing ones. His number came about when he emigrated to the US, getting things changed and re-organized so he has been a pilot longer than Jazz but not in the same programs till after Jazz was around. He’s the eastern block guy of the group, dry humor and certainly knows more English than he lets on. But he still learned a lot of it from movies and things. I’d put him on the slightly bulkier side of things, he’s put in a lot of hard labor and his mech is harder to control than the others. It’s older and heavier, but familiar.

Now the twins, I probably know the most about their appearance. Being born and raised in Florida, I wanted to give them a bit more history and culture, (make Hound feel like the odd one out, sort of) but their mom was from Cuba and their dad met her when he was visiting from New York. They are fraternal twins and Sides took after his dad while Sunny took after their mom. Meaning Sides got hella straight hair and Sunny has got curls, which he will be the first to say are the biggest pain in space. They both are around 6 foot, not taller than that and are pretty lanky. The reason they became pilots is cause they were going to get arrested for drug dealing and street racing, they weren’t dealing drugs but welcome to America. This happened around 16/17, and they’ve been pilots for about 7 or 8 years, so early to mid 20’s right now. Still pretty young.

So to just briefly explain, Hound remind me of just a better/older looking Duke from GI Joe (comics not movies), Breakdown is Ukrainian with the touches of scaring from growing up behind the iron curtain. Sunstreaker is Cuban-Italian, with more features from his mom’s side. Sideswipe is also Cuban-Italian, with more features from his dad’s side. They look incredibly alike and can be confused for identical but they certainly are fraternal.

Now for the Mech suits, the hardest part for me.

Hound is green and very military themed, kinda take War Machine from marvel but make it typical military green in a way. They still have the smoother edges and rounded corners, unlike the Cybertronian’s. The military wanted to make him look approachable to kids, so he sorta looks like a giant thing wearing a helmet to them, but his visor is whole face (like Soundwave sorta in TFP) It had the ability to light up and darken, it was newer tech that they were attempting to make the mechs seem less threatening (*cough cough* blame vortex *cough cough*) He does not have wings or additional thrusters other than the ones that help him stay upright, so he cannot fly/float. Hence the parachutes in chapter 4. His gun stores in part of his leg just cause there wasn’t many other places it would fit, it’s a hand gun with the ability to add a longer barrel to it to make a rifle. It’s not mounted or anything so it looks kinda like he’s unarmed most of the time.

Breakdown is very utilitarian, I mean it doesn’t look dissimilar from the mech suits that the Russian’s pilots in pacific rim on the bottom half, they got a bunch of regime contractors and engineers together to make a defense system and that’s what he pilots. The head was re-designed on his entering Mecha’s service to be more appealing towards marketing. Hence the orange battle mask, I really haven’t described it so much in person but his suit’s head looks much more cybertronian than the others, spots for eyes etc. I’d say his head is much more Earthspark shaped than TFP but that’s just me. His suit is mostly blue though like TFP. He had a soviet era anti-aircraft style cannon attached at the top of his arm/shoulder but that’s received some upgrades. I think I also mentioned other weapons for him but I can’t find it at the moment.

The twins suits aren’t dissimilar other than for the shape of their heads, weapon choice, and color. Their suit’s aren’t dissimilar in shape to Hot Rods here, but once again lack the door wings. They also only have the partial facial visors, mostly covering where eyes would be. They effectively have blades on the outer side of their arms, the bracers I mention in later chapters, for Sunny that is all he has preferring close combat because his mech is lighter and faster than most other pilots (other than Blur, which your design for him is peak I might add.) Sides has those but one side can pop out to be an actual sword/blade that he prefers to use. That took a lot of trial and error to make work.

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Wow, that was a lot to write out. Also, if you want more information on them or other character's who will appear in later Arcturus missions (because I have a list, muhahaha) feel free to reach out! I love talking about these guys, I love writing them, and it’s just my current escape from the hellscape that is LSAT prep. Also for everyone, I live in eastern standard time, so New York time zone. Next part will hopefully be out tomorrow night at 4:30 ish.

[theamazingmaddyas]

So, I've been hyperfixating on Michael Yew as a character in general (No, I'm not okay, all the fanfictions have emotional destroyed me) and I've been going through everything Michael related, and recently have been looking at Michael fan art, and I've realized that almost every fanart where he's with someone else he's oddly tall? Like, this isn't hate towards the artists, they're out here doing the gods work drawing minor characters, but it leads me to wonder if people really realize how small Michael truly is.

Michael's described as being four foot six, and while one could technically try and argue that Percy is an unreliable narrator and is estimating Michael's height, there is quite a bit of evidence on the contrary. Michael is one of, if not the only person who Percy gives an exact height to; even Annabeth, Percy just describes as being tall, never giving the reader an exact height. Besides, Percy's description of Michael is as followed, "Michael stood four feet six, with another two feet of attitude." If Percy were estimating, or even exaggerating, he'd probably use a preposition in his sentence. So, it's safe to say that Percy is 100% certain of Michael's height (which does leave the question how Percy's so certain of this fact, but we'll never know that, as much as I wish we did.)

I know most countries don't use feet, and as someone who read the U.S. edition, I cannot be positive, but I'd assume if other dialects of English, or different languages, had their prints, it would be in what's common there (probably centimeters?) But if not, here's a conversion chart for everyone:

4ft 6in = 4.5 ft = 54 in = 137.16 cm = 1.37 m

Okay, so we all know how objectively small Michael is, but how does that compare to other people? It's difficult sometimes to make such comparisons between two characters, so I found a height comparision thing to show the height difference. As you, hopefully, can see, the first picture I put Michael (4'6" or 137.16cm) next to Percy (who's about 6' or 182.88 cm). And the second, Michael next to Coach Hedge (5') because his height is made explicit in heroes of olympus, while Percy's is just a guesstimate.

Michael doesn't even reach Percy's shoulder in height, despite the two being the same age, or Michael being older (which I genuinely believe: see my previous post about Michael). Even with Hedge, who people comment on how small he is, has a noticeable few inches on Michael, who reaches to probably about his nose or upper lip.

Now, mostly Michael is drawn with the other Apollo boys, and I've rarely see a fanart where Will's taller than him. Maybe it's because Will is explicitly a few years younger than him (at minimum, 2½, at maximum, 5ish), or maybe not, I'm not sure.

According to the wikipedia page, Will Solace is 6', but again, we take everything on the wikipedia page with a grain of salt, because Will is just described as tall in the books, specifically in Heroes of Olympus where Will would be about 14 or 15 (though, this is also a bit iffy. I could write a whole thesis on Will's age, specifically how I believe Apollo's description of Will's age is overexaggerated in THO, but that's for another post). Using this math, Will would have been approximately 13 to 14 when Michael kicked the bucket. The average height for a 13 year old boy is 5'1" to 5'5", meaning, if Will's height were truly above average, he'd be, at minimum, 11 inches taller than his brother in TLO, which is:

Even if the fanart is depicted a young Will like starting it camp, there is no plausable way for him to be taller than Michael.

Here's a chart for average heights of a white boy (while we do not know Michael's ethnicity, this chart is easiest to show). The red dot is Michael's height in The Last Olympian, if he were 16, and the yellow dot is Will's approximate height, at 13.

If you were to graph out Michael's height, it'll be pretty obvious that the only ages he's taller than Will is when he's really really young (I study neither biology nor math, so I couldn't be bothered to actually figure out the formula, but maybe I will someday) if Michael grew at an average rate. If his growth was normal until about ten and then was stunted, that would be a different story, but we, as readers, will never truly know the reason.

I might not be a bio or math major, but I do double major in creative writing and psychology, and that means I'm interested in why Michael is drawn taller in comparision to who he's with. And for this I have a few theories.

The first one, which I mentioned a bit ago in this post, is age. People percieve being taller as being older—though once you reach adulthood this becomes less infallible, though since they are kids that doesn't matter much—meaning if Michael were drawn his actual height, he'd be percieved as younger. While I'm not positive, I have an inkling this stems from ableism, but I have no proof to back up that claim.

My second theory is that, much like the fact that many people in the fandom say Connor and Travis are twins even though it is explicitly stated they are not, people genuinely forgot. Or one person said something, and it snowballed from there.

My third and final theory is that people just can't fully comprehend the height difference in their mind. I struggle with creating mental images, and it's possible that many other people do.

It's interesting to think about, really. And I'd really like to know if other people noticed this, or if I'm just overthinking everything again.

[lar-arts]

Hello?!?!? I want to hear about your watcher thoughts what do you mean "i didnt always have mouth?" "Is_experimental: false"?!?!?!‽‽‽

Anon thank you so much because now I get to ramble. Now, for the sake of being tidy I will start on my general watcher thoughts and then move on to how that relates to Grian and the last post I made.

Watchers exist outside of time. What they do is not time travel, they just work outside of our perception of time, being able to access different points in a timeline the same way we could while watching a video. This means that they don't experience time the same way we do (and this is important to remember)

Watchers in general can only watch. They cannot interfere with servers or players in any capacity, for the most part. The few that do, can because they have spent time watching over the code of a server instead of just the server itself, for all watchers have the ability to manipulate code but few actually know that and take the time to learn how to.

Watchers aren't gods. And I mean this in the sense that they don't have followers, there is not a watcher religion. The titles they have come from each other, not from any player choosing to follow them.

Players in servers that have been tampered with by watchers may regard them as gods and sometimes even create cults dedicated to them, but this is not a widespread phenomena.

Now, Grian Xelqua.

Grian used to be a player, technically. But due to Watchers not abiding by our rules of time, when he became a watcher he was always a watcher. When I wrote "Did I always have no mouth?" it was a reference to how becoming a Watcher changed him so thoroughly that now in his past he was already one (my Grian design has no mouth, so I thought it would be nice if original player Grian did have one. But you don't need a mouth in order to observe)

Grian, having been a player and an admin at that, has the knowledge on how to interact with code. Being what he is now helped him understand it more and get better at manipulating it, but his admin background helped a lot.

That knowledge is what gave him the tools to be able to make himself a "player"

"Player", because he is not really one. His body and consciusness are not tethered to his player form or disguise, it merely is a suit that allows him to interact with a server in ways that he can't in his watcher form.

The bit of code that is in my drawing comes from a microsoft learning site, that has a portion of the player data from minecraft bedrock. "Is experimental = false" was not changed and is how it was in the og code, but I did change "is spawnable" to be true, so that the Grian body can be spawned by the grian entity known as Xelqua. I also changed the hitbox size to be blank because Xelqua does not really have a hitbox.

Now: Grian did not escape the watchers. They are not something to be escaped, more than humanity is something to be escaped. He just got bored of just watching when he knew how playing felt, so he decided he wanted to play again. He hasn't stopped watching, but his main focus is now on hermitcraft and playing. (you could compare this to when you stop watching a tv show but still come to tumblr to check what has happened in the new seasons. You are not actively watching it but you are informed in what is happening, and someyimes you even put on an episode you know is good) (he is literally just playing minecraft)

Now, having been outside of time, grian spent quite a lot of it being a watcher. He has watched over a lot of servers, and a large amount of "time" has passed for him. He is far older than he was when he first went through that end portal, and that's why he had to go back to check how he used to look, so that his player form could be as close to it as possible.

That is not the case for everyone else. He came back and not even a month had passed (he knew this. He chose the moment to come back), just in time for him to get to hermitcraft season 6, a server that he had been invited to before everything happened.

He got in tough with the members of evo, but didn't really tell them much about what had happened to him and what he now is. They know he was taken by watchers, and that is it.

Okey I have more things to say about Xelqua and why he looks like that and some more info on watchers but I think this does for now?

[pendragonsclotpole]

I need to preface this post with the fact that I’ve been aware of Supernatural for as long as I’ve known what the terms fanfiction and fandom mean. It’s one of those pop culture moments that’s existed on the periphery of my mind as something really beloved and bemoaned about by people on the internet, but it’s never been something I really cared about outside of some iconic memes.

For the past four days, I’ve been watching Supernatural non-stop in my free time. I think I sat through eight episodes straight on one of those days, and I just have to say, the show is phenomenal.

I don’t know where to start, I could make a dozen of these posts about various points throughout the first two seasons and it still wouldn’t be enough. I’ve now taken a break at episode one of season three, because now that it’s a weekday I have work and can’t dedicate the time I could on the weekend.

First, Jared Padalecki’s acting is so beautiful and poignant and emotional. He really makes Sam Winchester into the bleeding heart of the whole show, and the entire time he’s on screen I worry about Sam. His portrayal of Sam’s heartbreak and desperation at Dean’s impending death after the car crash, as well as Sam’s horror at the reveal of what John told Dean before dying held a tragic desperation and denial that really embodied what the character represented in the first two seasons. Even as a hunter and with his special abilities, Sam felt like a quasi self-insert for the audience. I don’t mean that in a bad or overly tropey way, but in the way that he felt robbed of a proper childhood in favor of his father’s crusade. Sam is the angry, indignant younger sibling who never bore the brunt of responsibility like the older sibling did and it shows. In some ways, it makes him more entitled—I don’t mean that Sam does not have the right to be angry with John Winchester. He does. Fuck John Winchester. I mean entitled in the unintentional, coincidental way that your little brother or sister always demands the things you never had or rebels against the authority of the parent without ever dealing with the consequences you did as the older sibling. It reveals the veneer of freedom he had and the protection he received by virtue of his place in the Winchester Family. For me, it made him unbearably real, and this feeling of realness was made worse by the genuine naivety and innocence he keeps even as he continually gets screwed over by the demons. There’s a steadfast belief in the goodness of others within Sam that often conflicts with the sense of goodness he believes he lacks.

Sam trusts so easily, but he understands people in ways that should be antithetical to his upbringing. It took me forever to reconcile why he seemed so familiar, until I realized that Sam Winchester, for all that he was one of John Winchester’s son, had received the unconditional love of an older sibling for his entire childhood.

I don’t mean the perfect, kind, healthy love that often exists between fictional siblings. Too often I’ve watched media that makes me wonder how siblings like that even exist, or conversely, made me glad my siblings weren’t so fucked up.

I mean the kind of platonic love that exists between siblings living in the liminal space of love and hate thanks to the single fucked up connection that draws them back together continuously out of some sense of duty or commiseration or the need to be understood.

I mean the kind of love between siblings that would wither away when in a perfect world that does not stake their survival on their codependence of each other, but that in an imperfect and real world is equated to familiarity. Sam and Dean against the world—against John Winchester.

Out of all of the episodes I’ve watched in the last day and a half, perhaps the one that struck me most was episode 20, Season 2. What is and What Should Never Be. Not only was the title a bit of emotional whiplash—the juxtaposition of Should and Never lending a finality or a sense of wrongness that can’t be replicated by the words “Could Never—but we see Dean and Sam in a world where their one connection, hunting, has completely vanished and at a high cost to all the people they’ve saved, but mostly to Sam and Dean themselves. They’re connection as ride or die brothers is gone, replaced by an ostensibly better, healthier, more normal future liberated from the expectations of the rest of the world.

Without the death of Mary Winchester, Dean and Sam are no longer Dean and Sam. They’re just two people, connected by the two people that raised them, and likely to drift apart after that connection dies—frayed ends of a tapestry pulling apart and unraveling. Dean gains a mom and a normal life, but metaphorically loses a brother and a sense of purpose. Who is Dean Winchester if he’s not a hunter and Sam’s brother? And the sad thing is, neither of these are traits Dean ever chose. They are conditions foisted upon him, perhaps not intentionally, such as in the case of Sam, but ultimately placed on his soul until they tethered themselves to the very core of what being Dean Winchester is supposed to mean. The end of the episode, and Dean’s choice to return to the real world, regardless of Sam waking him up, is Dean fully giving up his dream in order to save Sam and be a hunter. The fallacy of the episode is in the choice Dean makes, which the more I think about it, feels less like a choice and more of an inevitability but one compounded by Dean’s readiness and willingness to go with it.

This is where I get to the crux of my surprise with these first early seasons of Supernatural: Dean Motherfucking Winchester.

I don’t know what I was expecting from early seasons of Supernatural, especially with the context of the later seasons. Maybe an overly cheesy, early 2000s ode to roadtrip Americana with a self-reverential take on the classic gun slinging frontiersman of the Wild West and bad supernatural CGI. Not to say it isn’t that (shout out to Sam’s comment on Dean’s particular brand of butch), but what surprised me was how real the connection between the characters was manifested on screen and how much good will the show built up in the audience. There came a point where I sided with Dean so much in the events of the show that I felt like I was riding shotgun in the impala. I saw it with every compliant “yes, sir” he gave to John, with every teasing comment he threw at Sam, and with every act of selflessness he exhibited by protecting other people. This isn’t to say that Dean is perfect. Sometimes he doesn’t take things seriously enough, or he’s willing to sacrifice people for some misguided greater good, or he’s obsessed with saving Sam even when he wouldn’t be if it were anyone else, but Dean has a conviction so many people lack. He has the capacity to love at a great cost to himself, either because he believes himself unworthy of being loved or because he’s not used to anything else.

Jensen Ackles does such a good job at this portrayal and with such a different technique than Jared Padalecki. Ackles embodies the desperate need for self-assuredness that Dean breathes, as well as the genuine fear he has of being seen. I love laughing with Dean as much as I love screaming at him for how stupid he’s being. If Sam is the self-insert, then Dean is the tragic hero, although that comparison feels like a poor facsimile for what Dean Winchester truly is because I don’t particularly feel an overwhelming sense of pity at his state or at his hinted downfall with that demon deal. If anything, I feel a sense of indignation mixed with understanding and frustration that Dean can’t catch a break but at the end of it all, is just how he prefers it.

It shouldn’t be a shock to admit that even without knowing what happens from seasons 3 to 15, I know how Supernatural ends. Just thinking about the ending makes me wonder if I should even continue it past season 5, but that’s a decision for another time.

For now, there’s something unbearably tragic in seeing Dean Winchester so close to a chance of a normal life and apple pie happiness (something he really seems to desire no matter how much he denies it) and then having to give it up, not just because it’s not real, but because he believes it should never be real.

Dean Winchester deserves better.

[crushedsweets]

ASK DUMP!!!

i use the rough pencil brush, marker, sumi, and watercolor (wet and fluffy)! depends on the piece/my mood but i lean towards rough pencil the most

AHH OMG WAIT THIS IS SO COOL TYSM FOR SHARING !!!! IM SO HAPPY TO SEE OTHER PEOPLE HAVING FUN WITH GOOGLE SITES LOL ITS MY FAAVEEE

AUUUGHHH THANK YOU ANON!!! ur so kind. pls dont get food poisoning.

WAITT HIS HELLA TRUE I SEE THIS. I love getting to see new songs n stuff fromy all. wish i could animate

HAHA IM GLAD i really like drawing her!

me when i was obsessed with overwatch with a few months: 😎😎😎😎. ty >:)

wait this is peak idea. keep me updated

i mean..... by time someone is makingher mashed potatoes theyd prob get a fork in her hand..but...anything can happen

HAHA YEA thats how it is on mine too! i just love how its inverted on PC

give me more to work with and it may occur. . .

closes the door and walks away .

these r sitting in my inbox cuz i keep saying im gonna draw everyone w mullets but im realizing im so lazy its probably not gonna happen. i think someone else should take this idea though.

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im gonna answer this one day later in a better post bc this is ltierally the perfect question for me but i somehow dont have an asnwer. just wanr to say thank you for this question while i still try to answer it.

shes making a tiktok as we speak

i posted a liu drawing after i got this ask. wheres the first born.

guess what hes gonna be wearing in the VN :3

never done this before...youre right.

i think ben would tell her to say it and she would

LET HER OUT NOOOOWWW!!!

i hear this actually i can see it 100%.

id love to do this for all the adult characters (or in general an anatomy thing with them) but i keep forgetting so im replying here hoping itll hold me accountable to do it LOL

had toast this morning

i think most people see liu as older and jeff as younger, including me! i think swapping everything around is super fun. i saw an AU where toby was older than tim/brian once!! thought it was so cool

stay safe

wait this breaks my heart a little bit actually . . . THE SIBLINGS EVERthey kill me so much

what is the context here . .

BEST MF DAY OF THE YEAR

wait this is actually peak cuz ive been rethinking liu a lot cuz my friend and i have an Au where she wanted him to live in england for a while. LMAAAAAOOOO. redguydhmis liu is canon

[centipede-gutzz]

🍞 KENTO NANAMI RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

A/N: ah...i love this man so much. sorry for not posting, haven't been in the writing mood too much. can you tell that this was starting to become more like a fic rather than a simple headcanon list ?

WARNINGS: N/A

TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, platonic/romantic, fluff

Companionship was always hard to achieve in your life. Ever since you were little, you were always seeing creatures roaming around that no one else seemed to notice. You've tried countless times to point them out; countless drawings of the horrid things you had to witness. Yet, everyone just saw you as an odd child with a wild imagination.

You've learned to ignore them as you grew older, perhaps it was for the best. Friends were still never easy; how is it possible to look someone in the eye when they have something clinging to their body as they complain about the constant feeling of dread and body pain?

An office job was the best thing you could settle for. Something to keep you busy from the amount of curses you see more and more each day. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, seeing how many times you had to stay late at night to finish multiple assignments that were given to you by your boss or others because you always said yes to help out.

Despite everything, there was always one person to stand out to you in your job. Never asking you to help, always in his own space, and the only other person to stay after work hours. Kento Nanami, you've learned the name after seeing some interactions with him and the other coworkers.

You don't know what made him so interesting to you. Perhaps because he was so similar to you in multiple ways, and in another that you don't know yet. For the first time in who knows how long, you decide to pursue some sort of acquaintance with someone else, throwing out the fears of being avoided that plagued you for years.

PLATONIC

☆- you honestly didn't know how to converse with him as you start to gather up some courage. simple "good mornings" will have to do for now. you give a small nod to him and muster up a kind smile (that seems more tired than you'd like it to be).

☆- he seems to warm up to it, eventually starting to say good morning back to you and the occasional wave.

☆- nanami seemed to be a bit more comfortable with small talk, asking you about your day and if things have been treating you well. you both know the answer to that, but it still means a lot to you that he asks about your wellbeing.

☆- one day, you gave him an extra sandwich you bought for lunch. he didn't have anything for once, and you wanted him to eat to get more energy for the day. he refused at first, saying that it was your own but you only insisted he take it. he eventually did, thanking you with a small smile on his face (you knew he was capable of smiling, but it still felt like some rare occurrence).

☆- he started to help you with more late work, the constant workload on your shoulders easing up as time went by. both of you got into a little rhythm of helping each other out with whatever else needed to be done.

☆- you both finally had some time to bond outside of work, going to some food places to try out new things that both of you wanted the other to try. food always seemed to be a topic each day from then on.

☆- it was a normal day at work, lunch break was taking place as you and nanami eat some leftovers that he made from dinner (a recipe that he wanted to try and offered to make you some). a curse popped up on your shoulder, making you jump and swat away at it.

☆- nanami could only look at you in surprise, asking you if you were able to see the curse as well. your eyes widen as you quietly nod, explaining how you were never able to find someone like you and were unable to get rid of them no matter how hard you tried.

☆- he stayed silent for a moment before swiping his hand in front of the curse, making it disappear with a small shriek. you rub your shoulder and look at him in amazement, expressing your thanks.

☆- a lot is to be shared after this moment. you both share each other's personal experience with curses, with his being more informed and in depth with people he's lost and the world he left behind.

☆- "you don't to seem to be faring any better here too," you tell him. he sighs, agreeing with a small, tired smile.

☆- despite his work troubles, you were there to make things more better for him. he enjoys your company and wishes for it to stay that way. "as selfish as that may seem," he says with a sheepish laugh.

☆- you assure him that it's not selfish to want companionship, since it's something you've been wanting your whole life. he's someone who's become prominent in your lonely life now, and you hope that he sticks around.

ROMANTIC

☆- a more deeper relationship is something that you would have to ask for. nanami is unsure about how you feel and gives you that choice to pursue something more.

☆- if you don't say anything or wish for things to stay the same, he quietly accepts the friendship you both have. if you do feel the same...he wouldn't mind a simple confession. or anything that just feels like something you would do.

☆- it could be a normal day at work or lunch, with the addition of asking him if he wants the relationship to be something more. perhaps you treat him out to a nice restaurant that he's been eyeing lately and pop the question there. whatever you decide, he hopes that you don't notice the extreme giddiness he feels behind the warm smile he gives you as he accepts.

☆- not much else changed once you two got together, just add more romantic gestures and inviting you to dinner at his place.

☆- he's not much of a PDA person...everything is indoors. he'll hold your hand or keep you close to him in crowded places.

☆- nanami remembers EVERYTHING that you like and dislike, especially when it comes to food. you would think he has it all written down somewhere, but it's all just mental notes. and god, his heart just flutters if you do the same for him.

☆- it's takes a good bit before you both share a kiss. he took you back home late at night after a nice outing, leaving a small kiss on your lips. it's a reoccurring topic, your flushed face always being one of the things he will never forget (to your embarrassment).

☆- when he decides to return to his roots as a jujutsu sorcerer, he's REALLY worried about you being somewhat involved of having to experience that same loss he did back then.

☆- you have to assure him that he's strong and won't let anything kill him that easily. no matter how he dies, he won't go down without taking something down with him.

☆- it's a steady start back, but it's not long until you meet some of nanami's old "friends". gojo seems to be the one who pisses him off the most.

☆- he's all around nanami, asking questions about you and "how did you manage to bag such a cutie with an attitude like yours?" his voice is teasing and nanami looks like he wants to quit already.

☆- you both are often visiting each other's homes. he comes over for dinner and tells you about his day (possibly leaving out a few gorey details). he never fails to notice that lovestruck look in your eyes whenever you listen to him talk.

☆- dinner ends up being a little movie date on your couch, ending up with either one of you falling asleep on the other. you smile in your sleep whenever he kisses you on the forehead and whispers sweet words to you.