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

[squoobest]

mama’s boy

[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!!!!

[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 :)))

[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

[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.

[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 :')

[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.

[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.

—

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.

[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.

[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.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Chapter 5. Drawing Lessons

Summary: Very well, if she wants Benedict she will get Benedict. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 1,736 Listen to: SET YOURSELF ON FIRE -by Ruel A/N: I feel like we're moving too slow bc I'm used to posting three times a week, should I post more often? -Danny

When a story involves a princess, she never misses her happy ending. When a story involves an artist, happiness is constantly missing.

Lady Whistledown, October 1815

Dear Diary,

I have attended my first ball in London. I was ready to write a long and tedious complaint wishing for my stay to be shortened unexpectedly, but the night wasn't the bland ordeal I thought it'd be. 

Benedict Bridgerton, who is fun, intelligent, and keeps secrets, has caught my attention. He is to bring his sister Hyacinth today, and we are to discuss my drawing lessons. When I mentioned it to my parents, they were pleasantly surprised that I've taken an interest in broadening my talents and Queen Charlotte offered to call in the best art professor in London. 

I politely declined, declaring I had found one. When I mentioned his last name, the Queen said his mother was an agreeable woman, I suppose that means my decision has been approved. My sister is the only one who thinks I've got a secret reason to ask for him. She saw me leave the ball with him, but I assured her this was all very innocent. I'm only looking for a friend.

Benedict can't believe it's been a week since he slept in someone else's bed, the stress is taking over his life like the time he applied for the academy. He would've dared to ignore the princess's ultimata if it hadn't been for Hyacinth, over the moon when she received the formal invitation, she almost cried when Benedict confessed he'd talked to the princess about her. His mother praised him for being a good older brother; even Eloise found it sweet.

Benedict isn't sweet or good. The princess trapped him knowing Hyacinth would, under no circumstances, decline the invitation. The night of the ball he did his best to oppose her, but alas, she isn't a regular lady of the ton, she's a royal who gets what she wants. What an infuriating trait he can't help but envy.

Very well, if she wants Benedict she will get Benedict. He will be so himself that the princess will end the day shocked and scandalized, and she'll never want to see him again. Hyacinth can do well on her own even if he vexes the woman, the young girl is lovely enough to get a second chance.

You wait in the tea room with your sister and parents, a sketchbook in your lap, brand new and unopened. Your foot lightly taps on the tea table's leg while trying to be patient, then a servant comes in announcing your visitors and the four of you stand, but you push the table on accident and spill your tea.

"Mr Bridgerton," you smile while two maids clean the mess behind you. "Thank you for coming. Is that your sister?"

"Your Majesties, Your Royal Highness. Benedict Bridgerton, I thank you for the invitation," he bows at your parents and your sister. "Your Royal Highness," you catch a bit of heat in his gaze that makes you nervous, "my sister, Hyacinth Bridgerton."

Hyacinth bows, face flushed and eyes sparkling. "I'm so very pleased to meet you, Your Majesties. Your Royal Highness— Your Royal Highness."

"You may call me Y/N, we are to be friends," you step forward and offer her a seat next to you. "Your majesty, this is the man I have chosen to be my art teacher," you inform your mother. "His sister wanted to meet me but she's not of age, and I heard so many great things about her I couldn't bear not getting to know her." The girl blushes more, deeply flattered.

"We are happy to welcome her as a friend," Queen Amelia says sweetly. "Mr Bridgerton..."

They all look at Benedict and his soul leaves his body for a few terrible seconds. It is frustrating to be regarded like cattle... he feels bad for teasing Eloise when she complained about her place in the world.

"Our daughter has chosen you, and we have no reasons to oppose her decision," the Queen looks at him as if she can see the devious plan he wishes to set in motion. "Good luck."

The way she says it reminds Benedict of something the princess mentioned in the garden. Something about mishaps, although surely she exaggerated. What kind of accidents can a princess cause that could be worse than what he's experienced with six younger siblings?

Once the Queen and her husband excuse themselves from the room and Marie takes Hyacinth for a walk, Benedict and you are left to discuss the lessons. "We should set the days in which you are to—"

"I will not teach you," Benedict smiles tightly, not wanting the servants to notice something's amiss. "I came to pay my respects and to please my sister, but there is nothing you can do to convince me to teach you."

You stare at him mildly surprised. "Beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," he narrows his eyes. "I don't like to be toyed with, and I won't cater to your demands. I don't know what you want, but you won't get it from me."

"You think this is a game of cat and mouse?" You grin. "That I've chosen you to be some kind of prey?"

Benedict chuckles dryly. "Your Royal Highness, I rather busy myself doting on debutantes than bore to death here just because you think you've got a right over my time."

"Good lord, do calm down, Benedict—" 

"Mr Bridgerton," he corrects you.

"Mr Bridgerton." You scowl. "I thought I'd made myself clear when I said all I wanted was your friendship. Unusual as it is, I find it insulting that you think me a bore when you were rather keen to see me again when you didn't know who I was. Or was it the belief that I was attainable and easy what drew you in, Mr Bridgerton?"

Benedict wishes to disgust her, so he confesses with a smirk on his face. "Yes. I wanted nothing but lewd fun. Had I known you were a princess I would've stayed well out of your—"

"But you didn't, so now you've got to own your blunder," you retort steely. "And even so I happen to find you quite worthwhile, smart mouth and all, so I refuse to look past you."

Benedict is caught off guard by the simple, yet meaningful statement. Him, the second Bridgerton, the not-so-bad, yet not-so-good. The brother most people looked at and shrugged, with not much to say other than he was good-looking in the same fashion as all of his siblings were good-looking. And mannerly. And intelligent. And so many other dull adjectives that he wishes he could paint himself a different last name.

He's so used to being barely perceived that to have a Princess looking right at him is uncomfortable. "I'm a sketch artist, not a professor. I dropped out—"

"It wasn't because of lack of talent," your hands tighten on the spine of your sketchbook with discrete passion. "I saw the pieces you forgot in the academy. You had potential."

Benedict's face heats up. "Have you been spying on me?"

"Mr Bridgerton, as a princess, I have to be careful when choosing the people I interact with," you run your palm over the cover of your sketchbook, and he can tell you are a bit embarrassed. "I only did some research on the man I was contemplating as a possible tutor."

"Your life must be deathly boring," he says, encouraged by the fear of having his... preferences discovered and exposed to the ton.

You laugh as if his words weigh nothing. "You think I've summoned you to be my tutor for ulterior motives, and although they're not as cruel as you imagine them, they do exist. I wish for good company, Mr Bridgerton. A friend."

"The ton has plenty of good ladies that could—"

"I do not mind your gender, age, or social status," you brush it off. "I've chosen you because you chose me first. No one else has."

"You're not judging me fairly. I approached you when I didn't know who you were."

"Which makes your decision even more special," you smile. "I'm not a frivolous thing, I've been told no many times, believe me. I know what I want."

Benedict doesn't know why your demeanour and words make him upset, but they do. He wants to kick the furniture and throw it to the fire, yet he stays rooted, clinging to the armrest like you're pulling on a lever that sends bolt after bolt to scorch every inch of his body.

You clear your throat, taught to appear calm even when every muscle in your body demands you to react. You push through your anxiety and speak once more. "Should we try again, Mr Bridgerton?"

Benedict is trapped, not because of a young sister's fancies or a clever strategy from a well-educated woman. He cannot bring himself to turn his back on whatever you're made of. 

Has he ever truly known what he wants, like you? Even while studying he was only pursuing fun, not something that he intended to turn into his entire life. But if not art, what then? He couldn't see himself as the head of a family, and certainly not a businessman. You were right, this was his blunder and he ought to take care of it.

"Tuesdays and Thursdays are good. It would be best to use a study or library if the Queen is willing to provide the space. If not, the garden can do."

"I believe she's not fond of people wandering through the halls, they make her King nervous," you conceal the joy his compliance brings you. "The garden will do."

Benedict nods, then pushes himself out of the chair and bows. The remnants of his rebellious self try to repel you one last time. "I wasn't capable of completing a semester of lessons, Your Royal Highness. You'd learn from me as much as you'd do in solitary practice."

"Then maybe this is more your opportunity than mine," you imply unbothered. "I wrote to the Academy to tell them I find your art promising. If you ask for a second chance, I'm quite certain they would be happy to welcome you back. And wouldn't it be nice to know better than me, for a change?"

You smile, and the man swallows thickly, knowing you're teasing but still having a hard time stopping himself from crying with gratitude. You look more like his saviour and less like a fussy witty goblin. 

"I'll see you soon, Your Royal Highness," he excuses himself, battling his rapid heartbeat.

Next Chapter –>

Taglist.

@babypink224221 @Booknerdlife @djsporks @lght-roastcoffee @marii-ren @mythical-goth @omgsuperstarg @creepytoes88 @sarahskywalker-amidala @23victoria @shadowolf993 @squirreljoe @syxtiramishuui @stargirl-mayaa @dolllol2405

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Romantic Hobie x Miles Older Sister , Platonic Spiderverse cast x Miles Older Sister | Slight spoilers | ~ .7K words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: Repost, set after ASTV

✩°｡ Tagging :: @punkologist , @neptunes1nterweb , @honeybleed

Miles older sister who takes care of him. She’s the one who knows when something is up and is the one always giving advice.

Miles older sister who had a hunch something was up with her lil brother but wasn’t sure what exactly until she caught him red handed. Him still on his suit in his room.

Miles older sister who had to take a minute to process that her little brother was fucking Spider-Man and understood why he didn’t tell her or their parents.

Miles older sister who becomes his girl behind the screen. She tells him whenever a villain is causing chaos and calls the cops to get the villain he apprehended.

Miles older sister who gets her brother out of suspicion and trouble with their parents, always having a convincing excuse.

“Mija, have you seen miles?”

“Oh, he went to the store to buy more ice cream cones since he ate mine.”

Miles older sister who never leaves her brother suffer by himself. Always hearing out whatever is bothering her brother and giving advice only an older sister could.

Miles older sister who gets caught up on the whole multiverse stuff by her little brother and learns of all the other spidermen her brother considers his friends.

Miles older sister who meets Peter B. Parker and Mayday and is immediately in love with her. She always counts on him to take care of Miles and is ok with babysitting Mayday.

Miles Older Sister who, when she meets Miguel, is not the friendliest. She’s not over how he treated her little brother and doesn’t hide it. She later on goes easier on him since she sees how he’s genuinely sorry and embarrassed by how he reacted.

Miles older sister who is a bit doubtful of Jess. She didn’t think someone who was a mother would’ve acted like she did towards a kid. She learns to trust her later on.

Miles older sister who meets the other spider kids closer to Miles age and immediately approves of them. She’s even willing to make sure they don’t get in trouble with their families.

Miles older sister who becomes an older sister to Pavitr, Gwen, and Peni. She listens to them and gives them advice like she does with Miles. She’d go insane if anything or anyone hurt her kids.

Miles older sister who meets Gwen and immediately likes her. She gives her advice on wooing her brother and getting the approval of their parents.

“Miles loves drawing so you can never go wrong with giving him stuff like drawing books and markers. Oh, and you should call our parents by our last name. Mom hates when kids call her Rio.”

“Wait, seriously? Why didn’t Miles tell me?”

“Cuz he was probably too whipped to tell you lmao”

Miles older sister who, when she meets Hobie, clicks with him in a different way than when she meet the others.

Miles older sister who gets flirted by Hobie and responds with flirting back, only to get caught by Miles and seeing his hilarious reaction.

“Seriously? My sister?!”

“Aye, calm down Peter Pan.”

“C’mon man! Why it gotta be my sister?”

“Miles relájate nene.”

“What do you mean relax?! If i hadn’t come in you probably would’ve been eating each others faces!”

“PFFT-“

Miles older sister who sneaks in Hobie through her window, having to shush him so her parents don’t hear them and have her father storming in.

Miles older sister who gets caught by Rio one day, with her and Hobie having been sitting on her bed talking about random things.

Miles older sister who has to introduce Hobie to her parents. Rio and Jeff are apprehensive at first, Hobies punk appearance not being what they expected for their daughters boyfriend.

Miles older sister who’s glad Hobie gets along with her mom and tries to be civil with her father and tries not to get into politics or fights with them.

“So, Hobie, what do you do for a living?”

“Kick fascists ass and play in my band.”

Just Miles having a nice and caring older sister <3

© all rights are reserved to @gyal-bunny. Do not steal, modify, copy, and/or repost my works anywhere.

[an0nymousmessenger]

For I'll Keep Every Promise

Synopsis: He wakes up. Word Count: 2.4k tags. fluff, angst, happy ending Sequel to 'A Thousand Wishes Unheard' note: I was going to post this later but I think you guys need it. Ao3 Link

Darkness. That was all he could see. He felt nothing– as if he was floating in a neverending void.

He was dead.

He had to be. He remembers the bitter taste of blood coating his mouth– the way he struggled and choked on the very thing that ran through his skin. He recalls the loud ringing in his ear, growing ever louder as his vision faded out.

Well, he supposed he tried his best. Really. He gave it his all.

It just wasn’t enough.

What remained of his heart ached. He supposed he wasn’t able to fulfill his promise to you. He hopes you won’t blame him…he had held on till the very end.

Death wasn’t so bad. Before he went he was able to see his students, laughing and smiling, he even got to hold you close before he had left. Not to mention he even saw his friends again, and he had gotten to say goodbye. 

He had no regrets.

Well…he supposes there is still one that lodges itself in the back of his mind.

It was you.

He had never gotten the chance to…

“Satoru,”

He turned his head to look at you, who was savoring your lollipop as you leaned back on the balcony.

Lemon flavored. The very sour kind.

He had a snide suspicion that it was to keep him away from stealing it…

“Satoruu~” you repeated, drawing his attention again.

“Hm?”

You flash him a smile, the kind of smile that lets him know that you are about to either stir up trouble or say something random.

It was the latter.

“What do you want to do when you're older?”

He snorts, “What kind of question is that? Of course– a sorcerer.” He wanted to add ‘what else?’ but decided it was obvious enough. Adding the last part would also ruin his good mood. His path has already been pre-designed and pre-routed for him. He has no other choice.

“No, what I mean is if all this didn’t exist.”

“Aw~ are you saying you would rather not have met me?” He sings out in a fake-pained voice, knowing that it was not what you meant.

You roll your eyes, having been used to his antics for a few years now, “Perhaps,” you say with a playful smile, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll be better off.”

“Nah, I doubt it.”

You sigh before turning to face him. You widen your eyes when you notice he is already looking at you, but quickly move on, but Satoru doesn’t let the red creeping up on the tip of your ears go unnoticed. “I’m saying if you didn’t have cursed energy and stuff…like normal people, you know?”

He wanted to laugh and point out that it sounded like you were indicating that people like you and him were the odd ones, but he decided to let it slide.

“I dunno, maybe I’ll start a singing career, something like that.”

“Pfft, so what? That you’ll get even more admirers and fans?”

“Exactly! What? Don’t you agree? My face is pleasant to look at.”

Scoffing, you say, “One of these days I’ll make sure to crush that ego of yours.”

He rolls his eyes before looking back out at the school grounds, watching the sun slowly set behind the forest of trees. Although he had said the first thing that came from the top of his mind, he supposed singing wouldn’t be that far reached. 

After all, he excelled at everything. 

"How about you?" he asks. "Do you have something in mind already?" 

Observing the setting sun, you reply, "Mhm, yeah. Something like that." 

"Really?" He sounds surprised, not realizing how seriously you were considering it. "What is it?" 

Hesitating, you eventually respond, "It's... nothing." 

His interest is immediately piqued. 

"Come on! What's your idea? Share it with me!" He playfully pesters you with a grin. 

"No!" 

"You can't tease me like that! I told you mine, didn't I?" He whines a bit more before eventually coaxing it out of you.

It was when he saw you sigh, watching as the tension left your shoulders that he knew he won.

“Fine, I’ll tell you then. But you can’t tell anyone else– okay?”

He makes a gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the zipper away, his curiosity increasing. It always does when it comes to you.

“I want to be…” you wait a bit, as if for dramatic effect, “...an author.”

You turn to look at him after a moment’s silence before breaking out in laughter.

“Haha- what’s up with your face? Surprised?”

Indeed he was a bit surprised. An author? He had no clue. When it comes to you it seemed as if he's only ever scratched the surface. It made him want to know more, want to ask more.

He never does.

"An author," he echoes thoughtfully.

"Yeah."

He wanted to ask why, but you had already started talking.

“An author. I guess it’s because I want to write stories, I grew up reading them you know? Made me feel safe.”

A hint of melancholy graces your smile as your thoughts drift elsewhere; it's a different kind of smile than the one before–a sadder smile.

"Who knows? I'm sure being a sorcerer has provided ample material for incredible stories. I'll be entirely unique. Maybe I'll even include tales about overcoming curses and how people like us save the day."

"Why not add in a ridiculously handsome guy who defeats all the curses with seamless ease too? Make sure 'remarkably attractive' is emphasized."

Laughing, you playfully smack his arm. "Okay, Satoru. I'll consider it."

He couldn’t help but break out into an amused smile. What an odd dream, he thought. Though he supposed he wasn’t against it.

Satoru Gojo excelled at everything, yet nothing he achieved seemed to measure up to you.

He felt his mind start to drift and fade away, threatening to join the other souls in their lost journey home. Wait…he called out. He didn’t want to go just yet. He wanted more time, more time to replay his memories, to live in them just for a second longer.

“Satoru,”

He could hear your voice, calling him in that familiar and recognizable way that was only special to you.

“Satoru.”

He wished he could’ve told you how much he loved hearing you say his name, it rolls off your tongue so nicely. He was never one to care about names, it never mattered to someone like him. 

All he needed was Gojo – a name denoting his status, lineage, and power. His first name barely held any weight compared to his clan's. No one needed to know who Satoru was, no one ever did…so he couldn’t have cared less for his name- and yet you somehow made him love his name– only when you say it does it sound special– like it’s his name like he is someone.

Someone other than the honored one. Someone other than the strongest.

“Satoru!”

There were a lot of things he never got to tell you, another thing to add to his regrets. If only he had been brave enough…if only he had picked up his courage and told you everything.

“Satoru- please!”

He paused. Ah- what is that feeling? He could feel something wet fall onto his face. Was it raining? How could that be? How could he feel if he was dead?

And yet that warmth around his face only made him more confused. He could feel as if someone was holding them, cupping his face carefully as if he could break.

"Please wake up… Satoru, I beg you…"

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sudden brightness.

The first thing he saw when his vision came back into focus was your face. Your crying face looking down at him with your hands cupping his face.

Then he looked around, realizing that the battlefield on which he had been sliced in half was gone. He was in a room, a hospital room.

He looked down and saw the rest of his body, no longer split into two. Had Shoko done this?

“Satoru!”

He returned his gaze to you. You were smiling, smiling, and crying.

Questions, so many questions flooded through him at that moment, but he decided that he could ask those later. Right now was more important, right now felt like it was all happening inside a dream.

“Hey…crybaby, seems like you you missed me?” He teased with a small grin.

You gave him a look through your tear-soaked face as if you couldn’t even believe what he was saying.

“Y-You! You bastard! You annoying– infuriating- stupid dumbass!”

“Aw, come on…” he drags, “You don’t mean those…do you hm?” Although the tone in his voice is light– playful even as if he hadn’t just returned from death, as if all he wanted right now was to live this moment to the fullest, he was dearly wishing this– whatever this was– to last a little longer.

He slowly brings his trembling arm to hold onto yours, he wanted to hold on to you tight, as if everything he was seeing was about to break, to fall apart for him to realize it was all a dream.

He waited for you to disappear, to return to the part of his imagination that was playing tricks on him.

Instead, you move sideways to hug him, crying onto his shoulders.

"No...no, I don't," you managed through choked sobs.

He hummed softly, "I guess I kept my promise after all, huh?"

You nod into his shoulder, still holding him tightly.

You and him fall into a comfortable silence, he lets you cry on his shoulders just as how you let him hold onto you. 

Several minutes passed before you pulled away, sniffling and attempting to compose yourself while wiping away tears with your sleeve.

Satoru wanted to reach out and wipe them for you, but his newly healed injuries did not allow him to, moving his hand had already been hard.

It went on like that for a while; you sniffling and crying as Satoru stared at you quietly, taking everything about you in as if this was the last time he was going to see you, just the same way he did on that night underneath the torii gate, using his eyes to try to imprint every detail, everything, every aspect of you into his memory.

That night felt like a lifetime away.

He was the first to break the silence, “Where are the others?”

By now you had calmed down, and were able to answer in a coherent way, “Recovering…everyone is- they’re fine.”

Fine. Not good, but fine.

He’ll take it for now.

“We managed to win and…” you give him a look, “you know…the students declared their victory for you,” You say with a smile.

His students. They managed to do it, just as he thought they could. He sighed contently.

You then spend the next half hour going over exactly what had happened after he had passed out, how Kashimo had come out right after him, and how eventually the rest of the students joined in.

In the end, they had managed to pull through, but it wasn’t over. Sukuna had been dealt with, Megumi’s condition was unknown, and Kenjaku was nowhere to be found.

Shoko had indeed been the one to heal him. Immediately after the battle they were able to recover his body and managed to heal him back together just in time.

“We- we almost- I didn’t know if we made it in time or not…” You say, choking up again. He could see the tears you were desperately trying to hold back, to look brave in front of him, trying to break through.

“Hey, I’m right here, aren’t I?” He beckons you to come closer.

He eventually holds you in his arms, drawing slow circles on your back, as he knows it calms you, “Shhh, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere else.”

You mutter, “Better not,” which causes him to laugh.

He wanted to let this moment drag on forever, just you in his arms, just you and him.

“This…this is real– right?” He says quietly, and in such a small voice he doubted you had heard him.

You raise your head to look at him, the soft kind of smile he’s always known playing on your face, “Yes, Satoru. This is real, as real as it can be.”

He can feel himself start to tear up, because if he had to be honest- he was scared too, he was terrified, but he had no choice. He had to play his role, his role as the strongest.

But now he could just be Satoru, just him holding onto you, keeping you close. 

“Then I’m glad.”

Bonus:

“Gojo Sensei!” Yuji, the always energetic kid exclaimed as he ran into the room, followed by You, Maki, Yuta, Nobara, Panda, Inanumaki, Shoko, and everyone else.

They all had recovered for the most part and seemed to be relatively okay. They all wore relieved expressions as they entered the room to see that their Sensei was alright.

Yuji was the first to arrive at his Sensei’s bedside.

“Hey, kid!” Gojo Sensei waved. He had recovered enough to prop himself up and do basic movements, which to Shoko had been a miracle itself.

Yuji then began launching himself into the things that had happened while Gojo had been recovering, and Gojo returned the energy. Everyone got their turn, talking until visiting times were over and they had to be ushered out.

You were the last to leave. Just before you turned the doorknob Satoru called after you, “Hey- wait.”

You turn around, waiting for what he wants to say.

“When- uh when this is all over and when you have some free time, let me take you out, yeah?”

You barely ever heard Satoru Gojo stumble over his words, and when he did you know it was because he was nervous, and everyone knows Satoru Gojo is never nervous, yet that always seemed to be the exception when it comes to you.

You found it cute, the way he would try to seem aloof as the back of his neck became a beautiful shade of bright red.

“Yeah, but let’s save that for when you recover.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be up and ready by next week,” he says as if it were a fact, his blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter.

You sigh, even after coming back on the brink of death he still acts like a child, but you smile nonetheless, “Next week it is then.”

[splitster]

answering more asks!!

featuring pom wraith, pingo, ocs?!, and older art check it out (three's some art 💖)↓↓

THANK you!! ohhh i do have old pikmin ocs... i actually revamped my old captain a while back, i can share him:

i had a whole crew of pikmin ocs who were a part of the S.S. Harmony, they were gonna be SUCH a nuisance to everyone they ran into...

i thought about making a rescue corps oc for fun. hrmm! maybe...

AHHH thank you!! i've seen a shocking number tags and asks from people saying that I'm apparently the reason they like Dingo now? and i have to say that is so mind boggling to me, because when i first played Pikmin 4 I didn't care about him at all!! he was a nothing sandwich to me... but then i drew him a few times... and started thinking... and then things went downhill and now i REALLY like him...

(referring to this post) i think dingo is better when he's withered

(referring to this comic) I HEAR YOU... I HEAR YOU... but if any tear at all would cause oxygen poisoning, i wouldn't be able to draw them all battered and cool :(

i imagine that there's a seal around the neck in case there's a breach in the suit's lining. so as long as their backpack (life-support) works and is connected to their helmets, then they can breathe✨

(referring to this post) Olimar would be horrified because he knows Louie, and if he sees that note there's only one thing it could mean! his coworker tried to eat pom!! if pom hasn't been outed as wraith and Olimar is questioning her, she'd just say Louie bit her and then refuse to answer any follow up questions 💖

Shepherd would be... concerned. she might think they have a weird fling going on and louie's talking about a kiss? she probably wouldn't realize Louie quite literally means he ate something from pom. oops!

that's a really good question... I'll be honest, with a lot of the "when and how did x happen" questions, there's not an official timeline or anything; the pom wraith au is sort of an umbrella with a bunch of different stories and what-ifs underneath it. although there was one story where louie does find out her secret!

louie and pom end up bridging their differences (with the help of olimar), and become good friends while pom is continuing the rescue effort. then there's a very unfortunate incident where pom and louie are away from the base and they're attacked... pom has to reveal herself to defend them and she accidentally hurts louie :(

its fine though, louie doesn't care what pom is. they're both freaks in his mind and that's all that really matters. he does end up having to defend pom from olimar (who's been made vindictive through his trauma with the plasm wraith) sometime later!! here's some older art:

sure

me too! they do NOT get along... louie's kinda pissed at her for chasing him around on PNF404 and beating him in dandori battles when he just wants to stay there and vibe. pom meanwhile doesn't understand him, he pisses her off too! she likes olimar a lot, and as an outsider it looks like louie doesn't appreciate the friendship olimar offers him. to someone who's trying to understand and participate in this whole friendship business, she thinks he's ungrateful and weird. they do not get along!! at the beginning at least...

AHHHH!!! THANK YOU!!! WAHH...🥺💖💖 i'm very glad you enjoy my silly little art style!! i want to make things very squishy so i appreciate that 💖

i don't think that man is going to live!

wait actually if you eat enough maybe you just turn into a wraith. that'd be scary! hopefully olimar's there to stop him

that's a fun thought! he would probably be able to sense that something is off about her. but he'd also probably just think "she's weird like me." honestly, the whole wraith thing doesn't really matter much to him -- the only thing it changes is that pom can now offer her tendrils as a skewer for his cooking at any time and location!

i think i'm gonna call her rose wraith!! and ohh, i didn't know that... i was just gonna call her rose wraith since she has a rose head. i'm creative i promise

(referring to this post i think) AHHH hehe... honestly, when Pom first learns about Dingo's fear of blood, she only tries to keep him from it because it's really annoying dealing with your coworker when they faint. he's like a sack of potatoes when he's knocked out. but yes, as they become actual friends pom will (subtly) do her best to keep blood away from dingo. it's fortunate she doesn't have any!

she might not get phobias, but she understands what its like to have a crippling fear, so she's empathetic!

THANK you. he has sunglasses. he's pretty cool

AHH THANK YOU... i like them a lot... 👉👈

let the marching pikmin give you the energy you need to practice🫡

[scrunckled-idiot]

DOING THIS BECAUSE MY G/T BUDDIES ARE EHEEHEHHE :D

pocket and their relationships with their co-workers:

(relationships might have changed from their original post)

scout: literally the yapper and the listener. will hang out with the boy when things have been too quiet for too long. will listen to him go on and on and on about miss Pauling, the enemy team, how much he hates spy, how he's hungry and wants to go out for food, how he doesn't know what to draw next and that he needs some better pens- just general stuff, and they just nod along to every word. usually goes out into town with him or just uses him as fast travel. both are actually really creative together since pocket will go out and find scraps of magazines or trinkets scout can use in his scrap book. team work baybeeeee. scout sees them as like his tiny older uncle/aunt thingy, because believe it or not, pocket actually has some authority over the boy, like jiminy cricket. if jiminy cricket had no voice. especially when it comes to think before you act. you do NYATT annoy heavy when he's just woken up to do the night shift.

soldier: pocket... pocket isn't really sure. i mean yea he's ok, a bit handsy and brash, and loud, but in a- charming way? i mean- they're not that big of a fan of him when he has his little episodes or mood swings, because then more than likely THEY will be his outlet. WILL out of the blue start bolting after them around the base no matter the situation. off day? MOVE THOSE LEGS! sleeping? UP AND AT 'EM SUNSHINE! getting dressed? NO TIME FOR THAT! GO GO GO!!! thinks he's helping keep them on their toes on this gravel hellscape of war, but its just causing them even more stress (and cramps in their legs OW-) will also kidnap pocket and explain some sudden delusional idea he came up with and drags them along with him, which pocket reluctantly allows (not that they really mind it anyway. they kinda dig the fact of how much of a wild card he is :3). sometimes insists on covering pockets back during matches, which often pays off. how nice! :3

pyro: he doesn't talk, they dont talk, perfect. pyro sometimes follows behind pocket like a lost puppy, going wherever they do. pocket doesn't mind the company. sometimes has to endure a few tea parties with them though and reluctantly let themselves be roughly dressed in (partially burned) doll clothes and sit for an awkwardly long time with them in their room as they play pretend. pyro handmade them a tiny house out of an old mint box the second day they arrived. pocket still uses it sometimes, even though they have their own room. its just a nice gesture y'know?

heavy: heavy usually doesn't allow pocket near him and makes up some excuse that he's ill or something. pretty believable with how pale his face goes and how shivery he gets. but after hearing some gossip from medic about his Microphobia, pocket understood, keeping their distance. but slowly over time came closer and closer after medic asked pocket to conduct some exposure therapy. now you could see pocket sat on the armchair of heavys seat as he reads his book, possibly explaining the story or going off on a tangent about how its written to them.

engineer: pocket and engie are like this 🤞fr fr. goes to him for anything and everything. usually hangs out with him after missions or on off days. weather that be tinkering in his workshops, helping him in the kitchen when making dinner, or even just lounging around with him in general. pocket looks up to him (no pun intended) as a farther figure and sticks with him during missions when they aren't entirely up for it. willingly a test subject for any crazy contraption the guy makes, weather that be a sentient smart kitchen, walking sentry girl bot thing, miniature rocket boots- you name it. one time engie made a growth ray to see if pocket would like being well- normal. hated it, threw up and got REALLY REALLY ill for some reason, the perspective change was NOT GOOD ON THEM. interesting for everyone though (but hahah turns out they were taller than engie HAHAAHHA). engie has since locked it away somewhere and forgor about it.

demoman: demos pretty fond of the wee fella in all honesty, like a... like aaa... like a pocket buddy! (how creative) sometimes snags them up subconsciously when hes drunk off his ass and just carries them around with him all night in his hand, rocking them side to side as he mumbles under his breath. its- yea a little weird, but no harm done in the end (except for that one time where pocket nearly became his "hangover cure".) he's always saying how much they remind him of the wee folk in his childhood stories and shows them pictures from his books. listens to him during his piano time, tapping their foot to the tune, flipping the pages for him, sometimes even trying their hand at it by hopping from key to key. pockets getting better at it slowly but surely! doing these little jazzy duets with demo.

medic: least favourite, but doesn't hate per say, just a bit jumpy with him. keeps scaring them and popping out of nowhere and grabbing them, cackling. its not like that can do anything about him, he's their co-worker! AND he's the one who found out that they're indestructible! so they're gratfull for him getting accurate and speciful results from him but... still though he just kinda freaks them out with that- huegehh- smile of his. but they can somewhat tolerate him. from afar. a good distance away. in another room. out of reach. Mabey with engineer as a meat shield.

sniper: both are socially awkward so they dont mind each others rare company at times. sometimes joins him, demo, and scout on their mini trips into the dessert. he's a little weird and freaks pocket out sometimes whenever they catch him eating bugs or roasting a gecko over a candle but i mean- we all got our quirks right? (tastes great tho) likes to scared pocket by laying traps around the base or telling them fun facts like "you know an iguana or something could eat you and we wouldn't know, right? pocket has a fear of animals. he knows this. it makes it so much fucking funnier when he pulls one of the fuckers out from behind his back or car seat. pocket usually gets back at him by cock-blocking him and demo. other than that they're just chill like that bro.

spy: barely ever interact really, aside from the few times spy lent a gentleman's hand in their time of need. pocket knows spy, and spy knows pocket. they acknowledge each other sure. spy sometimes keeps some of his "relaxation tobacco" spare for them when he notices they seem particularly Shakey.

bonus!:

entire blu team: out to get the fucking traitor

miss Pauling: doesn't know

admin: KNOWS

Archimedes: THE ULTIMATE SHOW DOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY!!! *gets pecked to "death"*

wanted to do this cus @circushaven and @bluespace-skull did and i hav severe FOMO :')