#too many art requests in my ask box . have to keep up

[radioroxx]

pluto u have to stop posting so many peak drawings. ur arts too cool. my dash can’t take all ur amazing drawings at once.

[factual-fantasy]

If you don't mind me asking, what kinds of things happened with the Octonauts fandom? I know that the fandom can get really weird, even as an average person in the fandom, but I imagine that it's way worse for you since you're such a big artist.

It's sad that certain people end up pushing away cool people who also enjoy the show and characters just because people are freaks and can't keep their hands off of a kids show :/ even if they're not gross about it, people are so weird and sometimes aggressive??? It's an animated show about animal characters that save other creatures and teach important life lessons!!! What even is there for these people to be weird about, anyway?

I hope you're doing okay, just in general!!! :D It seems that the Creator's Curse™ has hit quite literally ALL of my favorite content creators this year. You were the first of many to have health issues </3

I hope you get better soon!

The Octonauts fandom, while there was a lot of support and kindness within it, had also had a looooot of baggage..

For one, art theft. I have had mountains of people stealing and reposting my Octonauts artwork. Almost more than my FNAF stuff I would say..

There's also the art tracers. I've called out multiple people for blatantly tracing my art and they refused to stop or take down their posts. I'm sure they were young, but that doesn't make it any more tolerable or less annoying..

Also people snagging all my designs and head cannons. There have been several people who copied my redesigns for the Octonauts line for line. Also people snagging my AUs name for name. Tagging things as sea dwellers and saying their post was canon. Even claiming to have made the au themselves. Despite the fact my specific designs are in their post and the plots I wrote are in there..

But it doesn't stop there. I've been called transphobic for not head cannoning Calico Jack and Kwazii be trans. I've been called homophobic for not shipping Barnacles and Kwazii together, and for not shipping any of the Octodads together. I've been questioned several times why I don't want my Octonauts posts to be tagged ship.

Then there's the crab comic. Despite it being around 3 years since i dropped the comic, I still get people harassing me and calling me horrible things for not finishing it. I have explained again and again and again that I do not want to continue that comic. Yet people will wont leave me alone about it.

I've kept a lot of this behind the scenes. None of my followers need to see all that negativity, and I'm sure some of them were trolls.. So most of this has gone down in my ask box, DMs, etc.

So to sum it up, my boundaries have been pushed a lot in the Octonauts fandom. I set up the Octonauts master post because I knew I wouldn't' have to update it for quite a bit since I don't plan to return to the fandom for a while. But that only resulted in more crab comic asks and unwelcome/demanding drawing requests. Even today my boundaries are still being pushed.

So until something in the fandom changes, or I find a way to interact with the fandom that wont result in all these pushed boundaries.. I plan to just drop the fandom and leave it be. I'll still answer peoples polite questions about it, but all the artwork I make for it will be private.

As a last note, woof. Have other artists gotten sick too? I've really lost my sense of time but I'm told I've been batting this health crisis for around 7 months. It feels waaaay longer than that.. but I guess its just 7 months.. I hope the other artists you know aren't sick for that long-

My health hasn't really gotten much better.. in fact I've gotten a lot worse. But if it is what they say, its not at all life threatening. Just very uncomfortable and makes me go a little nuts being copped up in my room all day 💀 I'm still working on it and hoping I finally see some improvement. I'll let ya'll know when I start to finally improve. 🙏

[winterrrnight]

“familiar yet unrecognizable faces” — new beginnings chapter III

PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader

WARNINGS: mentions of drugs, drug dealing, bruises

EDITH SPEAKS: a character that we absolutely HATE is being introduced in the fic for the very first time 😐 but keeping that aside, you will see why Rafe is at school 🤭🤭 sooo many of you guessed it accurately!!

I hope you enjoy reading!! Please reblog and share all your thoughts 💐

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“Y/n!” Rafe exclaims, his own shock evident in his speech. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Sage’s first day here,” you say, and Rafe looks above your shoulder to see Sage very carefully inspecting some paint tubes kept next to the rest of the art supplies.

“I’m glad she’s in my class then,” Rafe smiles.

Your eyes widen at his words. “Your class?” You echo, confused. Even though you know exactly what he means, you want to hear it from him.

“I teach this class,” he says, walking inside. You follow him, watching him sit in the teacher’s chair, and he gestures to you to sit opposite him, a wooden table between you two.

“Wow okay,” you chuckle. You look around the classroom, the walls tinted a beautiful sky blue, with birds painted on them. The window shows a view of the carefully curated garden of the preschool.

“What, you didn’t expect me as a teacher?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips, the table supporting his elbows and his face resting in his hands.

“Honestly? No, not really, but I like it,” you smile, leaning back into your chair and resting your back.

Suddenly you feel your pants being tugged in an all too familiar way. You look down to see Sage, a bright smile on her face.

“Mamma it’s Fafe!” She yells excitedly. You laugh at her words and pull her up into your lap.

“Yes, it’s Rafe baby,” you look up at Rafe to see him with a smile, his eyes softened as he’s looking at the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“Hello Sage, are you excited to be here?” He asks, leaning in closer to her. She nods her head vigorously with excitement, causing Rafe to laugh at her actions.

“Well then why don’t you go sit with the rest of the kids? Your mom needs to do some important work now with me,” Sage hums at his words and jumps down your lap, and rushes to her new classmates.

Rafe opens a folder and hands you a paper and a pen. You look at it to see it’s just some basic paperwork regarding Sage, her name, her birthday, and the rest of the required fields.

“You just need to fill this out and we’re all set,” he tells you and you nod at his words, looking over the empty blanks of the form. You start filling them up, but one column makes you stop.

“Uh Rafe?” You call him out. He’d busy himself with some of his own work. “I uh, I don’t have anything to fill in here,” You say, pointing to one of the blanks on the page.

“Father’s name,” he mumbles, “are you a single mother?”

He had his speculations you were single, but he didn’t want to assume something before he knew something for sure.

“Yeah,” you shy away from his gaze, your eyes settling on your lap, “I’m divorced,”

“Alright, that’s no issue, just,” he takes a pen, “check this box,”

You look at the page to see he’s checked some box regarding single parents.

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the paper back from him and filling the rest of the form.

Once you’re done filling all the paperwork, you get up from your chair to go to Sage. She’s now busied herself with painting, her brush creating random strokes on a white page. You get on your knees in front of her, your hold on her shoulders. “Mamma’s going now, okay? Don’t misbehave,” you say, giving her a stern look.

“I won’t mamma,” she smiles, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll come to pick you up very soon,” you tell her, getting up from the floor.

You turn around to see Rafe leaning next to the wooden table. He has a soft smile on his face, you can’t help but break into a smile yourself.

“I’ll, I’ll see you later,” your gaze has fallen to your shoes as you feel Rafe looking at you. There’s something about his blue eyes which always seem like they are piercing you. The kind of eyes which you ache to look at again just the second you stop looking at them.

The kind of eyes which are too easy to get lost in.

He wishes you well, and you leave the classroom, not knowing his gaze is fixed at you, longing for you.

— —

You’re sitting on your couch with Sage lying on your lap, her eyes closed as she’s lost in a deep slumber. The lights of your living room are dimmed, the bright light of the tv in front of you dances across you. One of Sage’s cartoons is playing, but as she’s drifted off, you switch the channel to the news one.

“Three men caught in exchange of drugs, the heroin weighs to around 15 kilograms,” the reporter on the tv says. A little video pops up next to him, showing three men with their backs towards the camera, and each man is being held by a policeman, their hands locked well in handcuffs.

The camera cuts to their faces, and the reporter continues speaking. “The men have been identified as Bill Anderson, Aaron Simmons, and Adrian Hayes. They have been…”

The voice of the reporter fades out, as you hear the familiar name and see the familiar face.

You only hear a ringing in your ear as you sit up straight, your eyes wide, as you see Adrian with bruises on his face, his hair reduced to a bare minimum, black circles prominent under his eyes, and pale skin to add to it all.

You can’t even recognise him.

This is the same man you gave you Sage.

The same man who once promised to love you for an eternity, but now, you’re seeing him on tv, completely unrecognizable, as he gets caught for drug dealing.

You shake your head, suddenly feeling your throat dry up, your eyes wide and breathing fast. You turn off the tv, not wanting to look at that horror anymore. You had almost forgotten about Sage sleeping in your lap, looking so peaceful as her chest heaves up and down with her deep breaths.

You pick her up in your arms and take her to her room, laying her in her bed. She doesn’t detect any single movement as she continues to sleep relaxedly. You gently kiss the top of her head, smoothing her hair with your hand.

“I’ll always keep you safe baby, always.”

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[kingscourthouse]

hold up i NEED to know more about your Xisuma Views thing.... I just saw the art with Joel and i'm obsessed

Well it's just how it sounds, it's Xisuma's view of the world. Unlike other players, he can't see the layers they have to hide.

Lemme put it like this. You're making a minecraft skin and have your second layer, yeah? That's their base layer. And then there's a second layer that's more heavily concealing.

Xisuma isn't from minecraft and his code is glitched, so not only do layers not work for him, but he can't see the layers either. Some people use only base layers to hide "actual forms" if they have one, and others use a second layer to hide scars or parts of their body that don't need a heavy cover.

So Xisuma sees people in a bit of a weird way. He thinks how he sees people is how everyone sees eachother. He sees their true character.

Skizz is a really nice guy. He's always looking out for people, tries to be there for someone, some people say he acts like an angel.

And so Xisuma never questions it. He sees Skizz as an angel, other people supposedly see him as an angel. Skizz is just an angel, why would anyone see anything else? It's just Skizz.

Though the Skizz people actually see is his layers with the torn suit and brown hair. The layers also affect his interactions with people too. If he's around Skizz, he tends to squint alot or avoid looking in his direction if he's not in his armour. Skizz is blinding to Xisuma, so he has trouble looking at him. Though Skizz does have features, but he's too bright to see any of them.

Xisuma also has a type of layer as well, but it's not on him. He's too broken in the games code (that's a whole 'nother can of worms) for him to use layers. So what does he do? He adds a layer to everyone else.

Xisuma doesn't leave hermitcraft too often, so everyone outside it will see what he really looks like. In the server though? Everyone has a layer that covers Xisuma from their eyes. He's lucky his admin panel isn't from minecraft or else he'd be screwed.

What's fun with Xisuma seeing people's real forms is that (in my au at least) he's kind of a grey character. If there's ever a fight or spat between hermits, he can have trouble taking sides. Not all Hermits are angelic or aliens like Skizz and Joel. There's hermits who are monsters and beings who do or did bad things in the past. Not all Hermits talk about those things.

He can get better insights to people's decisions or just things about them. Joel has a habit to make things around bright areas or access to a lot of light. Maybe because he's made of it. Skizz only ever keeps one pair of elytra. Maybe because he's missing his second pair of wings that can't glow anymore.

He can see people for who they were. Keralis is an eyesore (literally) and can hurt to look at. Grian has too many evenly split scars across his body and Xisuma knows what's behind them. Doc isn't a creeper.

There's a lot to Xisuma's View thing and I do wanna eventually start drawing how everyone looks to him, but I'm indecisive and don't know where to start. So idk maybe I'll open ask box for hermit requests. Can be interactions between Xisuma and specific hermits (both ones seen and not) or it can just be their design.

Idk but feel free to ask about them, I have designs for every hermit, empires member and even everyone in the life series. So he's got plenty of people to show you.

[thlayli-ra]

*** REQUESTS NOW CLOSED!***

Since I now have more than enough requests to keep me busy until the end of the month, I'll no longer be taking on any new ones. Don't worry if you've sent one in already - it's on my WIP list! Thank you all so much for all your requests so far and I can't wait to share the rest of them 😘

Greetings! Mwah-hahahaha! (Too much? Eh-hem, sorry!) During this spooky season, I'm changing things up a little and running 'Thlayli's Trick or Treat'. (Ta-daa!)

It's simple to join in the fun - just pop a request into my ask box using the prompts below;

Art Request

- Pick a number between 1 - 30 and I will draw your favourite wrestler in their Halloween costume!

Ficlet Request

- Trick - Choose a whump prompt

- Treat - Choose a fluff prompt

Please include the following in your ask;

- Art or Ficlet

- Your chosen wrestler(s)/wrestling pairing (3 people max, can be any wrestler from any promotion)

- Which number/prompt you've chosen

- Any additional request information

Please send only one request per ask, but you can send me as many asks as you want! The more the merrier!

***Please note - to make sure I don't fall behind with the demand, I'll be keeping both the artworks and ficlets short and sweet, so they will be a bit rougher than usual***

I'm so excited to see what you all send my way! Have fun!

[magicalcelestialgem]

The Smiling Critters - CatNap Headcanons & AU info

Heyyy! I have drawn CatNap in my style/AU! I suck at poses still. And following below is some CatNap headcanons/AU info.

A little info before looking at the headcanon and AU info below:

The Smiling Critters are young adults in the AU (currently unnamed). This is CatNap as a young adult (20 years old). Art of him in his younger years will appear later in the future.

The AU will be focused primarily in the cartoon universe, with a few elements from the game.

Because the AU is still in the works, some of these planned infos/headcanons will change.

There will be ships involved, especially CatNap x DogDay.

And that’s it for now! Next would be our favorite sun dog!

Toon/Cardboard CatNap Headcanons (Game)

Headcanon Voice: Benjamin Diskin

Sounds like: Jack from Beastars, Haida from Aggretsuko

Headcanon cardboard cutout lines:

Hey, there! My name is CatNap! Have you been getting enough rest?

Oh. You haven’t? Well, sleep is very important for you!

I can help you go to sleep.

I can even you make your dreams come true!

All you have to do… is follow him…

*soft exhale*

🌙 AU Info 🌙

CatNap and DogDay lived pretty far away from each other when they were young.

CatNap is the quiet and reserved type and rarely talks. But when someone asks or tells him to talk, he talks. He talks a little more when DogDay is with him. He is only more talkative when he’s alone. Example:

🌸 CraftyCorn 🌸: Hey, CatNap! What do you think of my lavender painting?

🌙 CatNap 🌙: *thumbs up* Good.

☀️ DogDay ☀️: Hey, CatNap! How are you doing?

🌙 CatNap 🌙: *tiredly, but still smiling* I’m doing alright, DogDay? And you?

CatNap was DogDay’s very first friend. They met in elementary school. CatNap was a loner and many kids did not want to hang out with him because he was “too creepy.” DogDay was the one who insisted that he will be CatNap’s first friend. Ever since then, the dog and cat have been inseparable.

CatNap and DogDay kept in touch when they were in high school. Unfortunately, the two were in separate high schools, but they never stopped talking to each other. It’s mostly through letters as they did not have phones at the time. 

CatNap slowly began to develop feelings for DogDay throughout his high school years. He gave the dog small hints and signs, but DogDay was so oblivious and dense.

CatNap left with DogDay to their new homes because not only did DogDay request he come with him, but CatNap also felt like he was ready to move out and be on his own. Not to mention weird dreams he had of a voice telling him to go with DogDay.

When DogDay and CatNap went to the mysterious land, they found their new homes. And their new pendents.

After he walked into the mysterious land, CatNap was secretly happy that his new house and DogDay’s new house are close to each other. And also the fact that his house is a cat tree and he is allowed to scratch on it.

Ever since he moved into his new house, he spent most of the day, sleeping in his new comfortable bed.

Every time CatNap visits each one of his friends’ homes and sees where they sleep, he feels tempted to save up all of his money and buy every single one of them a comfortable bed or something that can be like a bed.

CatNap, just like what his bio says, enjoys watching his friends sleep. He makes sure everyone has a good night’s rest. That includes making sure they have a nightmare-free sleep, and as he stays up, he keeps watch over his friends. Protecting them through the night. And when dawn breaks, he turns in for the day.

He loves to knead DogDay’s belly. His fur is so soft and smells of vanilla, he cannot resist making biscuits.

CatNap acts like a cat a lot. He even loafs, sleeps in such strange (yet cute) positions, and even has cat body language (slow blinking at DogDay, tail up to show he’s happy/friendly, dilating white pupils once he spots a perfect target to pounce on). And he can land on his feet.

CatNap likes to sit and sleep in boxes, sit in anything he can fit in, and pretty much sit where he wants. Why? Because he wants to and it’s comfortable.

He even said one time, “If I fits, I sits.”

One time, Bobby BearHug just hugged DogDay while CatNap was nearby. After Bobby let him go and left, CatNap just quietly went to DogDay and rubbed himself against the dog’s side like how a cat rubs itself on things, mixing his lavender scent into DogDay’s vanilla scent.

Add onto the fact that CatNap can smell who hugged/touched who. PickyPiggy is a bit of a tough one since she eats many different foods, even peppermint candies and vanilla dessert. 

Ever since CatNap walked into the land that will soon become his new home and neighborhood, he has been given two breath abilities. One is lavender, but the red gas came as a last resort if someone keeps staying up late, but it also comes out if he has ill intent, negative emotions, or is under stress. Following that is magical powers, since he was chosen to represent the Moon and all of its aspects (Night, Sleep, Dreams, and Darkness).

[kkotda]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KKOTDA (DEAR-KOI) ˖°𓇼

for a month with so little notable (national - us) holidays, august sure is a busy month for dear-koi (both this blog and i have our birthdays in august!). to celebrate, i am planning on opening rolling slots for art requests! it'll be on a first come first served basis. i will close requests on september 1, 2024 (no more requests will be accepted when september starts)

what this means:

all of my followers, mutuals or not, are eligible to participate! please no requests sent with anonymous! they will not be honored! (i don't plan on publically posting requests unless given explicit permission! so please allow images in your ask box or dms open!)

please continue reading to learn how to participate and other important rules!

how to participate:

in an ask (or dm if we're mutuals), tell me what you'd like! character only art and selfship are the ones i'm most comfortable doing, but i'm willing to hear out other requests (oc's for example). maximum of 7 requests (characters) per person are allowed! note: you will not need to provide me with any sort of monetary compensation in order to participate! i will not accept any monetary compensation! (i don't have the means to do so). this is supposed to be all in good fun, to practice and develop a style i think suits me! so taking money for making your request a guinea pig would make me feel all types of guilty (if you really feel the need, tell me your favorite song(s)! i'm always open to new music! better yet, donate to a palestinian family!) for selfship art requests, please also include a picrew from which i can color pick (i.e. the more accurate the picrew's colors are, the more personable it can be!) and reference poses. if the picrew is not accurate, please feel free to provide preferred hex codes or color 'swatches'! vague descriptions like dark brown aren't very helpful and might make the situation uncomfortable (though i will of course honor any changes that are needed!). i will honor character requests from any media even if i am not a part of said fandom group! (i will ask for no idol/celebrity requests though because i am uncomfortable with that, sorry in advance for any inconvenience!) for oc art, please provide as many details, references, picrews as possible. i absolutely do not want to mess something as precious and valuable as an oc up. i will try my very best to fulfill your request to fit the image you had in mind! tl;dr: give me so much information i have to spend days reading (also i forgot to say this but if you'd like a background that isn't white, you're more than welcome to change the color! transparent is also an option!)

ok to draw:

people (characters, etc), small animals (like pets), sfw (suggestive is also okay with enough reference pictures!), chibi

not ok to draw:

nsfw (i'm not that good yet, i'm sorry T-T), gore/horror, overly complicated things (i'll let you know if it gets too complicated)—basically just ask, and i will tell you!

please keep in mind:

i am slowly getting back into drawing (but i was never good in the first place tbh...) so i'm still very much learning! my art style currently is still a lot of mimicking (i do not use fanart as references, please don't misunderstand!!!), and as such i will ask you all to keep your expectations very very low T-T like rock bottom low...

default art will have a white background! i can and will color if colors are provided! (but there won't be any crazy good rendering, i'm sorry ;-;)

the purpose of this event is me practicing and learning art, but it's also me giving back to my beautiful friends who make the world go round! thank you so much for trusting me with your request(s) and i will do my utmost to make it come to life! if you'd like a 'portfolio' of sorts, please search the lovekoi tag! it is my art tag that i'm using and all of my stuff will be there (there's not a whole bunch though unfortunately >.<)

if you have any questions, please ask! i feel like i've left out a lot of things...

and finally, some parting words:

dear-koi has come a really long way i think. i moved here on a whim and essentially lost all of my previous mutuals (i should've just shared the url... </3) but you all found me again! and new people found me too! i'm so honored to have been worthy of the follow to following transition, you guys will not believe the squeals every time people i've looked up to like big time became mutuals with me... it's still crazy to me actually... but that aside, thank you for spending my birthday and dear-koi's 1st anniversary with me! here's to many more!

i love you all, please remember to smile today ᰔᩚ

[xoxochb]

Your work is absolutely amazing I love it so much, you keep me well fed truly 💝 I always have to many ideas, I just never can turn them into words lol I don’t know why but I think a story about Travis Stoll and a child of Iris would be cool! I subscribe to the school of thought that Hermes kids are good with photography, so that mixed with an Iris kids natural talent with colors or painting seems like a good duo. Also theyre both kids of messenger gods so I find that really nice. how would you feel about a story where the both of them try out the others form of art in some way? Sorry if it’s to vague, never sent a request before 😊 thank you!

⋆·˚ ༘ * the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color

warnings: none

pairing: travis stoll x daughter of iris

“hi sunshine, what’re you working on?”

you smile and put down your paintbrush on the easel before running to your boyfriend to pull him in for a hug

“travis! I haven’t seen you all day, where have you been?” you pull away, arms still around his neck

“counselor duties, but I’m off for the rest of the day, I wanted to see you” he plants a quick kiss on your lips “have you been painting?”

“yes! how’d you guess?” you laugh

“paint on your cheek” he rubs it off with his thumb

“do you want to see it?” you bit your lip

“of course I do, c’mon” he grabs your hand and you drag him to your easel

“you know that picture of the sunrise you took the other day? I decided to paint it” you smile proudly

“it’s amazing, this is wonderful!” he kisses your cheek

you blush, “thanks, but I need to finish it, you wanna watch?”

“yeah, let’s do it” he sits on the floor beside your stool, which you take a seat on

you pick up the paintbrush and finish up the painting, you had done most of it the previous day, so you only had a few touch ups left, and after about a half an hour you finally finish it

something in you wishes you had more to do on it because you love the way your boyfriend is sitting beside you, his eyes not focused on the painting but on you, and you figure this out when you turn your head to him and he’s looking at you with lovesick eyes

“need something?” you ask, trying to sound mean, but the smile on your face gives you away

“you” he stands up and wraps his arms around your shoulders

“you’re weird. do you like it?” you ask

“I love it” he kisses the top of your head

you sit in silence for a moment, and it’s not the awkward kind of silence, it’s comforting. you wish you could stay like this forever, but when you get an idea you can’t help but share it

“travis?” you speak

“sunshine?” he says

“what if you try painting and I try photographing?” you bend your head back to see him without turning around

he kisses you “I’m not good at painting”

“yes you are! remember that forest picture you did last month? It’s amazing!”

“It was alright…”

“will you do it? for me?” you ask

“I guess I can try”

you squeal and stand up, pulling him in for another hug “I love you thief”

“alright, alright, let’s do it”

- 🌈 -

“which button do I press to take the photo?”

“the red one”

for the past half an hour you’ve been trying to learn all the buttons on the camera, eager to take a decent photo, but unfortunately it’s not that simple

you point the camera in the direction of the pink sky and press down on the red button, which supposedly will take the photo

“oh my gods I did it!” you beam

“let’s see the photo” travis smiles at you

you use your newfound information to find the photo you previously took. once you take a look at it you hand the camera to your boyfriend to show him the picture, “your turn to paint it”

- 🌈 -

“first things first: picking your colors”

“alright I need pink, yellow, white, green, black maybe? brown too I think”

you walk over to the box of paints you have sitting on your bed, and pick up the colors necessary

“now that you have the colors you have to put them on this pallet, then you can start painting!” you explain

“this shouldn’t be that hard…” travis trails off

and with that he starts painting, it’s not exactly a masterpiece but since he’s your boyfriend and you love him you tell him that he’s a professional painter and his work is the best you’ve ever seen

“I told you that you would do great” you say

“it’s alright” he shrugs

“I’ll hang it up above my bed!”

although it’s not the best piece of art you’ve ever seen, it was made with tons of love, and it’s a symbol of your relationship and happy memories, something so comforting to you, so you take your boyfriends painting and pin it to the wall above your bed

it’s something you’ll never take down, and everyday you look forward to seeing the pink painting on your wall

[m-jelly]

@2moth-anon2 requested

@ladycheesington <3

The best double holiday

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, married life, dad Levi, mum reader, being parents, Levi's birthday, Christmas, five year old daughter, three year old son.

You and Levi sit on the floor with your two adorable kids and make decorations for Christmas and Levi's birthday.

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As you carried a box full of craft things Levi reached out and grabbed his runaway three-year-old son. It brought a smile to your face when Evan squealed with laughter and Levi chuckled. Your daughter giggled away and then gasped in delight when you approached.

Lilly got to her feet and ran over. "Mummy!"

You smiled at her. "Hello, little flower. Mind where I'm walking, okay?"

She held your comfy jogging bottom leg as she walked with you. "Okay, mummy. Are those for daddy?"

You placed the box on the floor. "Yes and for Christmas." You sat down and smiled at her. "We're all going to work together like we have done before."

Levi put Evan in his little spot. "Okay, little man, time for arts and crafts. No more running off."

Evan gasped when you handed him a few things. "Pretty! For daddy."

Levi checked the box and let out a relieved sigh. "No glitter."

You hummed a laugh. "Levi, you know me."

"You don't like glitter."

You nodded. "Hate it."

Levi's eyes filled deeply with more love. "I love you."

"I love you too." You started cutting things for the kids to colour in. "What would you like for your birthday?"

"One hundred kisses."

You giggled at his request. "That's not many. You want more?"

"One million!"

Lilly laughed. "Silly daddy."

Levi smiled at his daughter. "Well, tell me more about what you asked Santa for?"

"I changed my mind. I want one million hugs from mummy!"

Levi gave a fake gasp. "That's so much and mummy is all mine."

Lilly got up and ran over to you. "Mummy is mine."

You wrapped your arms around Lilly. "I'm everyones."

Evan climbed onto your lap. "My mummy."

You hummed a laugh as you hugged both. "So cute." You showered both of them with kisses. "Keep making things for daddy, okay?"

Levi shifted closer. "Speaking of daddy..."

You giggled as he kissed your neck. "You want some attention?"

"Well, it is my birthday soon."

You kissed him and hummed in delight. "You can have my attention any time you want."

"I feel special."

"You are." You winked at him before standing up. "All right, I'm going to put up a few things."

Levi jumped to his feet and grabbed you from behind as he nibbled your neck. "I'll help."

"Is this helping?"

"Mm, yes."

You giggled and put up a few decorations. "Can you put this up for me?"

"Of course."

Lilly ran over to Levi. "Daddy, I made these."

Levi took the decorations from her. "Thank you. I'll put these up." He smiled as he looked at everything. "Looks perfect. Well done, sweetie. Evan? Do you have yours?"

Evan carefully got up before running over with a few things. "Yes, daddy."

"Look at these, they're lovely. Thank you." He put them up and smiled. "You're both so talented." He gazed at the cute birthday decorations. "These are lovely birthday decorations."

You have the kids a little box. "These are decorations for the tree. Work together and pop them on the tree. Daddy and I will help."

Levi pulled you close against him. "I say this every year and I will keep saying it. My birthday became wonderful because of you and the kids."

You kissed his cheek. "I'm glad. All I want is for you to be happy."

"You make me happy."

Lilly hurried over. "All hug daddy!"

Evan ran and laughed. "Hug daddy!"

Levi chuckled as he was hugged by you and his kids. "This is the best."

[bonezone44]

'Get a Grip' (18+)

Watch Model!Joel Miller x Manicurist!Reader

Word Count: 3,8k

Summary: Joel Miller comes to your salon for a manicure, then he invites you to assist him during a photoshoot.

Tags: afab!Reader, hand kink, glove kink, finger sucking, fingering, p-in-v, creampie

a/n: this story came about during a brief discussion of Pedro’s watch modeling era a few weeks ago. Thank you to @xdaddysprincessxx and @iamasaddie for the inspo!

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Hands. Fingers.

They’re your job.

Every once in a while someone will walk in with a nice set of digits and you admire them while they’re in front of you. While you push back their cuticles and clean beneath the nail. Add the acrylic and the polish. Then they’re out of your mind again as you wait for the next client to plop into the chair and request a full set or a simple repair. 

Your repeat clients usually want the nail art. That’s where you shine, to be honest. Delicately painted swirls. Boxes like Mondrian. Gold leaf. Rhinestones. Each nail a tiny little canvas for you to create something unique.

The male customers are different. The masculine ones, anyway.

They want simple hygienic maintenance. Maybe a massage. Maybe they just wanna flirt with a woman while she provides a service. And you appease them. It’s no bother to you.

It’s your job.

It’s just your job.

It’s the thing you do all the time every day and have done for years.

And yet no matter how many times you try to repeat those words in your head, you find yourself salivating over the man sitting across from you–with his playful baritone Texan voice and the beautiful steel and gold Cartier watch on his wrist. Not that you’re one to dig for gold. You simply admire fine craftsmanship.

Just like you admire the fineness of his hands.

The veins that rise on the top of his right hand, over his fingerbones, look like wandering rivers and you really wanna admire them with the tip of your tongue, tracing along their edges. His fingers themselves are long, thick rectangles that you wanna slip into your mouth one at a time.

In simple …admiration. 

“Not too smooth,” he says when you pull out your buffer. “They don’t want me lookin’ too clean.”

“Who’s that?” you ask, keeping your voice nice and even while your cheeks feel hot and your thoughts are a million miles away from ‘appropriate’.

“The… oh, whaddya call ‘em.” He hums. “The brand specialists, I guess.” He chuckles. “They hit me up about a month ago. Got a new line coming out that’s–get this–” he says with a flash of his eyebrows. “--’safari’ inspired.” He scoffs.

“Safari, huh?” You roll your eyes.  You can imagine the Cartier boardroom of pompous old Frenchmen glorifying the art and tales created during the French expansion of the 1800s—easily brushing past the eugenics-based mission of the violent nationalists. “Colonizers,” you mumble under your breath.

Joel laughs. “My daughter said the same thing.” He shrugs. “‘S no matter. I don’t mind takin’ their money if all I gotta do is have pretty hands.”

Your face burns immediately and keep your eyes and face focusing on the small nail at the end of his middle finger. “So, how’d you get started anyway?” You swallow thickly, trying to ignore the heat building between your legs. “No offense, I guess, but you don’t seem like the pretty boy-type.” Besides the watch on his wrist, he’s wearing plain Levi’s blue jeans and a black t-shirt that you can almost guarantee came from Target. You can tell his brown and grey curls don’t have any product in them and he’s got about two or three-week-old scruff on his face. 

He chuckles again and you glance up, watching the deep creases in his forehead soften. “Daughter’s the one to blame for it.” He shakes his head with a smile. “We were visiting Houston and she wanted to go shopping, so I let her pick the mall.” His brows go high. “This little 12 year-old picked a luxury mall and I didn’t realize it til we got outta the truck.” 

Your lips go between your teeth, imagining his embarrassment. 

“She was so excited, too. She hopped down out the truck and–fyoo!--took right off runnin.” He grins. “I had to chase her down and tell her not to touch anythin. I woulda had to take out a second mortgage to pay for it if she broke somethin.”

“I bet,” you smile. You finish buffing his nails and pull out the moisturizing oil. You begin to massage each of his fingers, one-by-one, rolling the flesh between your thumb and index finger, marveling at how long it takes you to get from base to tip. You were admiring the mathematics of it. 

The proportions. 

The number of fingers he might could get inside you.

“Next thing I know, she goes runnin into a Cartier store sayin that they can fix my watch ‘cause they got watches in the window.” He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “I was tryin to politely escort her back out, when some big wig saw me and started talkin to me.” He shrugs again. “They took a couple polaroids and got my info. And now every once in a while, they’ll call me up for somethin.”

You stop massaging and stare at him with your eyes big and wide. “I know women who would literally murder to have that happen to them.”

He chuckles and it gets your body even warmer. “Yeeaahh, that’s what I hear.”

You shake your head in disbelief, returning to your task. You can believe his story, too. You’ve only been staring at his hands for a few minutes and you are enraptured by them. Is it the hands? Or is it him?

Or is it all of it together?

You’re not sure. You’re just enjoying the muscle you feel beneath the surface of his nearly square palm, the thick round meat between the web of his thumb and the end of his wrist. You can’t help but admire the basin in the center where the heart and head line lie parallel. Not that you were a palm reader. But you couldn’t help but know a thing or two about the intuitive art.

Hands. Fingers.

They’re your job, afterall.

“What do you do for work?” you ask, because hands like his were used. Too thick not to be. They couldn’t just sit pretty all day.

“I’m a contractor.”

You blink. You look up at him with your brows high into your forehead. “These are not contractor hands,” you say, stroking along his palm. You don’t see a single cut or abrasion. The few calluses he had could barely be considered calluses at all. More like small rough spots.

“I wear special gloves,” he says with a smirk. “It’s a special kind of leather that fits around ‘em real tight.”

“Oh,” you answer, heat fully overtaking your chest and face. You imagine how nice his fingers must look wrapped in a second skin, smoothing over all his contours and lines, making each appendage even thicker and his hands even broader. You imagine what they would feel like, sliding up your bare calves and pulling you apart at the knees. You imagine the soft, conditioned leather moving back and forth across your clit, driving you mad ‘cause your aching for his skin and his touch and his heat.

“You know, I uhh… got a shoot coming up in a couple weeks. I’d love to see you again.”

Your heart races in your chest.

He smirks, his eyes soft and hazy. “You know, since you’re doin’ such a good job takin care o’ my hands right now.”

“Absolutely,” you try to temper your excitement. “Just give me the date, time, and place.” You shrug in a way that you’re sure is very nonchalant. “I mean, I-I-I can come to you if you need me to.” The Pope himself could have an appointment scheduled, and you would cancel it without regret if this man is implying what you are desperately hoping he is implying.

“Well, alright then.” He grins.

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You’re pressed into the door of the hotel room–the one right next to where Joel just finished his photoshoot. He’s got one arm wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling your face into his. His kisses are heavy and fervent. His tongue licks into you in a way that makes you want it even deeper–makes you wanna swallow him whole and keep him inside you. One of his hands is gloved–in one of the ‘special gloves’ he told you about. It’s a camel-colored leather, hand-stitched and form-fitting. And it is definitely not one he uses for work. They fit tight around the heel of his palm, like driving gloves. Must have gotten a new pair from Cartier themselves. 

His gloved hand is under your shirt, sliding up your mid-section and grasping your breast. You gasp and moan into his mouth when he starts pinching and plucking your nipple. 

“Open up for me,” he says after pulling away from you. 

And when you do, he shoves two fingers between your lips, the rest of his hand resting on your cheek, your head still cradled by his arm.

“Good girl,” he coos with a smirk. “Good girl.” He grinds his hardness into your side.

You’re melting into the door behind you, into him, into your own body. You close your lips and suck, not quite sure what to do or how to turn him on. You curl your lips beneath your teeth and slowly bob your head back and forth.

“No no no. Not like that,” he chides you. “This ain’t no cock in your mouth.” He shakes his head. “They’re my fingers.” His eyes are wide and serious. “And I don’t want you thinkin ‘bout anythin else but that. Alright, darlin?” He’s nodding up and down, waiting for you to mirror him.

You nod back the best you can and adapt.  You press the two fingers into the roof of your mouth and suck hard, scraping them along your teeth as you pull your head back. Your lips are wrapped tight around them. You rub your tongue back and forth between them as you engulf them again. You watch him as he watches you through heavy eyelids.

“Good girl,” he says again and licks his lips. His gloved hand moves to your other breast, squeezing it with a rough grip. “Good fuckin girl. Suck those fingers,” he says and you can feel him wiggle them in your mouth. 

You go weak in the knees and you’re not sure how you’re able to stay upright. By the grace of god, you’re able to reach up and grab his hand. You pull his fingers out and then take only one finger back inside. 

He watches you, curious, twisting your nipple in his hand.

Then you add the second finger back in, sucking it. Wetting it. Drool pooling around the edges of your mouth.

You pull those two out and then you suck three fingers in–not as deep and they’re scraping against your teeth more, but you try to give that third finger some extra attention, tracing along the bottom of it with the tip of your tongue.

“You want it bad, huh?” He looks like he’s scowling, but he’s still grinding against you–hard as ever.

You nod.

“You want my hands all over you, baby?” He applies the smallest amount of pressure to his bare, wet fingers in your mouth, causing you to gag. 

Tears tumble out the edges of your eyes as you nod.

He pulls his hands away from you and steps back. “I need you on that bed. Naked. Now."

You rush to do as he says, removing all your clothes in a flurry. You barely register the low hum of the A/C and the cool temperature of the room. You’re too focused on the towering man walking towards you, your legs spreading of their own accord.

His lips are tight and he sucks in a deep breath. "That is one good lookin pussy." He unbuckles his belt and rips it from the loops of his jeans. His eyes roam over your body as he tosses it to the side, the buckle thudding against the carpet. He tugs his t-shirt up his stomach and over his head. "Can't wait to make it mine."

Once his jeans are off and he's just as bare as you (except for the glove on his hand), he waves for you to scoot back before joining you. 

Joel settles himself on his side, propped up on his elbow. He makes no move toward his hardened cock. Instead, the hand you were sucking on before finds your face again–cradling it. And this time, his thumb tucks itself between your lips. 

You suck on it like a straw. 

"How many o’ these you think you can fit in there?" He says. But he’s not referring to your mouth. His gloved hand has found its way between your legs and folds. One lone finger is prodding at your wet entrance. He squints and looks down as he pulls it back out–only having gone in an inch or two. The tip of his glove glistens in the warm glow of the room's lamps. He looks back at you with a grin, sliding his finger in deeper. "Wonder if I can fit em all." He bites his lip as he stares at yours, plunging his finger in and out. "Fuck you with my whole hand."

You close your eyes and moan.

"Yeah? That sound good to you?" He adds a second finger, pushing both into you slowly.

You open your eyes and nod eagerly–humming in agreement. His thumb tugs at your cheek from inside your mouth. 

Joel chuckles. "Nah, not this time." He licks his lips. His eyelids are heavy. “My cock’s too hungry for it.”

 You pull his thumb out of your mouth. You lick his palm, tracing the deep creases with your tongue. "Whatever you want."

He curses under his breath.

His two gloved fingers curl and stroke your inner walls and while the sensation is high-pitched and pleasing, you're more focused on properly worshiping his bare hand. 

Your tongue leaves his palm and you turn his hand over so you can suck the knuckles. Fulfilling one of the many fantasies you've had about Joel since first meeting him. You swirl your tongue around the hill of bone beneath the skin before lowering your mouth and suckling. 

Joel groans. "You love it that much, huh?" He curls his fingers, scraping against your inner clitoris muscle. "Love sucking on me?"

"Yeah," you whimper as your hips jump. 

"Fuck, that’s what I like to hear." Joel removes the two gloved fingers from inside you. He glides them up and around your folds, spreading your slick and teasing your clit. 

It feels …different–how the hard and thin seams of the glove create an added sensation. A starker tease alongside the languid movement of his hand. 

You look down in time to see Joel adding a third finger inside you, the pressure growing too slowly for your taste. But again, you have another task to attend to. 

You suck Joel's pinky in your mouth and bob your head a few times before releasing it.  You suck it right back in with his ring finger alongside it.

He grunts and moans, his three fingers jerking inside you. Your pussy is wet and squelching. His lips go tight as he watches his glove shine more and more with your slick. 

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and holds your head in place as he kisses you, biting and tugging on your lips. His tongue pushing in so deep, it feels like he's trying to drink you. 

"Fuck, that wet pussy sounds fuckin good. You gonna let me put my cock in there?" He speaks into your mouth. 

Your stomach swoops and your body is on fire. "Yes, please, Joel," you moan. "Please fill me up with your cock." 

He pulls his gloved fingers out of you. His eyes are big and wide. "You think you deserve it?"

"What?!" After everything? After all the sucking and fawning and–how? How could he deny you? You panic. 

"Please, Joel," you whine. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him up and down his neck. "I sucked your fingers so good. I sucked you so good." You're desperate. "I'm so wet for you." You kiss him down his chest. "Never been this wet."  You grab his cock, aiming to put it in your mouth. "Please-please-please!"

His gloved hand, covered in slick, wraps around your chin and jawbone, stopping you. "That's not the wet hole I want," he says and pushes you back, flat on the mattress. He quickly settles between your legs. There's no need for him to spit on his cock or glide it through your folds–your leaking arousal on the sheets. He uses his bare hand to guide it to your entrance. 

He groans and curses as he pushes in. 

"Thank you thank you thank you, Joel," you whisper and whimper as he sparks all your aching nerve endings. 

His forearms are on either side of you–his broad shoulders and body cage you in. “Fuck, this pussy is heaven, baby.”

The slow moving roll of his hips is the opposite of your panicked desperation, but it feels delicious. Turning all the glowing embers into full-blown fire. “So good, so good,” you mumble.

“Yeah? You like that cock, baby?” he asks with a smirk.

“Cock’s so good, Joel.”

He thrusts harder, his speed only slightly increased. Each heavy, steady flick of his hips sends a shock wave of pleasure through you. His bare thumb finds its way back into your mouth. “Suck on this ‘til you cum, baby.”

You nod. You can’t imagine what you look like. The lower half of your face feels wet with your spit. Your eyes are barely open, but you can’t stop staring at the beautiful man above you. His furrowed brows. His tight lips. His flared nostrils as he pounds into you faster and faster.

“Good girl,” he says as he tucks his head down and presses his cheek into yours. “Good girl, suckin me so good.” His arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls your body closer. “Knew you’d take good care o’ me. Knew this pussy’d be so wet.”

The heat inside you is building faster than you expected. You’re meeting his thrusts with your own–your thighs slapping into his hips. 

“Love suckin my fingers, don’t you, baby? Don’t you?” His lips find yours again and he kisses you with his thumb still in your mouth. 

His hips slow down and a desperate groan escapes your lungs, punched out by your diaphragm. You plead, but your words are intelligible.

He pulls his thumb from between your lips. “Whatchu need, baby?” He's rolling into you again, languid and rhythmic. 

“Make me come, Joel. Please make me come.”

“You need to come, baby?”

“Please, please,” you whine. 

“Alright, alright.” He leans back, his bare thumb back in your mouth and his gloved fingers on your clit. He doesn’t thrust any faster and it drives you crazy.

You try to shift his pace, fuck yourself on him til he gets the point–but instead he stops thrusting altogether.

“You got this, baby, come on,” he says with a smirk, making you do all the work. “Come on.”

Well, except for his hand rubbing circles on your clit. You writhe and squirm on his cock, chasing chasing chasing that fiery, burning heat. It’s there. It’s so close.

“Good girl, good li’l thumb-sucker,” he says and something twists inside your gut so hard you immediately come with a loud whimper. Body pulsing and pussy contracting around him. He grunts and curls his hips–as if he didn’t have a choice but to push himself deeper into your orgasm. He pulls his thumb from your mouth and strokes your chin with it. “Good fuckin girl, comin all over me.”

He falls back on top of you and wraps you up in his arms.

Your vision is blurry and you’re trying to catch your breath when he starts thrusting again–hard and fast.

“Knew you’d be good for me. Knew you’d be so fuckin wet.” 

Your body jerks and trembles from the stimulation, and you’re too blissed out to do anything but take it. 

“Knew you’d love suckin me.” He speaks through panting breaths. “Knew this pussy’d be so fuckin good.” He pushes himself up onto his hands. “You wanna come one more time, baby?” he asks.

You’re not sure, but you think the noise that comes out of you is one of agreement. You nod your head, whole body bouncing from his thrusts.

“‘M gonna fill you up,” he grunts with his brows pulled tight. “Come with me while I fill you up.” 

You want to, you really want to come one more time. And he’s pounding into you so hard, your bodies are slapping again. And his eyes and his voice and the determination on his face.

“Come with me, baby, come on,” he chokes out. Then he groans, heavy and low, and you can feel it–you can feel his milky release spurting out and filling you up. He stays above you, trying to catch his breath. “Didja come again?”

You smile. “No, but that’s okay,” you say. God, he’s beautiful. The way his eyes crinkle at the edges and how his beard frames his face.

“Like hell it is,” he murmurs and pulls out of you. He falls to your side again and two gloved fingers dip inside of you, his come spilling out. “You want my thumb again, baby?”

You nod and he gives it to you. You suck on it, pressing the pad of skin against your teeth. He pulls his fingers out and spreads his seed around your clit in circles, making a big mess of your folds.

You’re still dizzy and still over-stimulated, but his eyes are so big and sweet.

“I’ll stay here as long as it takes,” he says as he alternates between thrusting his fingers inside you and rubbing your clit. His brand-new gloves likely ruined.

You grab his wrist when you feel yourself getting close. When the heat hotter than fire starts to build inside of you again. You pant through your nose, your mouth glued to his thumb.

“Took such good care o’ me, baby.” He leans over you and presses his cheek to yours. His voice echoing through you. “Lemme take care o’ you. Lemme make you come, beautiful. Lemme make you come. Wantchu comin on my fingers every day with this pretty li’l pussy. So good for lettin me fill you up. You sucked me so good. Lemme take care o’ you, baby. Lemme make you come.”

It’s less powerful than your first, but the pulse of pleasure your orgasm sends through you is strong and satisfying. You moan and tug Joel’s hand away now that you're starkly overstimulated. “Oh my god,” you sigh, barely able to open your eyes.

Joel chuckles as his hand slides up your body. “Knew you’d be good for me.”

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a/n: It’s been so long since I’ve written just-smut that I really don’t know how to end it. ‘And then they showered and took a nap!’ lol!

[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy rooms that hide unnoticed

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, Gryffindor) part six of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis shows you a secret room hidden away, and reveals a few more secrets of his own. Everything is finally coming together, so nothing will get in the way of that, right?

A/N: The highly requested continuation of the fancy series is here! I want to say sorry for taking so long but it really hasn’t been that long since I posted, maybe a week if that lol But! wanted to add that my next post will in fact not be the next part of this, but a separate request that i received in my ask box. (don’t worry, part seven will be right after!) Anyway, send in requests for Hogwarts Legacy! I need more motivation to keep writing and while i already write purely for myself and my entertainment, your encouragement and requests certainly spur that along. Anyway, i have a feeling everyone was waiting with bated breath for this chapter so read on!

“Hush, listen. Here- quickly!”

You weren’t sure where Ominis was leading you, but it was inside the Hogwarts castle and it was certainly not toward any common room that you knew about. When you entered through the transfiguration courtyard into the Defense Against the Dark Arts building, you tried to ask in whispers where your destination was, but received only a smirk and a hushing sound from Ominis as he pressed you into an alcove to avoid a prefect’s rotation.

You were squeezed in tight, pressed against each other to fit inside, and your breath stuttered as you wondered if you had ever been this close before- been so close that the line of your body pressed against his and you could feel his chest move with breath against yours, could feel his hands try to find somewhere to rest and end up claiming the spot on your hips. This was all well and fine, surely, though you noticed the side you entered from facing the hallway and worried that you would be easily noticeable. You reach out to take hold of a nearby curtain, pulling the string that had tied it off to the side. The curtain slid downward and encased the small alcove. You figured it would block out the light, but you turn and notice this as a windowed alcove, and the moon shone down onto the both of you. Looking back into his face, the moonlight danced across Ominis’ cheeks and bathed his hair in such a light that it looked more white than blond.

He was smiling, and you began to feel his hands slowly gliding across your sides. Gently, he pushed upward and back, sliding his hands across to the small of your back, pressing in. You were already pressed against each other as much as you thought possible- but even so, Ominis dragged you closer in. Everything felt stifling, like too much and not enough all at once, and as you stared into his open and relaxed eyes you were tempted to close the rest of the slight distance between the two of you. Your eyes dart down to his lips and you can feel your breath hitch just as the sound of footsteps gets louder nearby your curtain. Ominis squeezed you in reassurance, likely assuming you had been worried about getting caught, meanwhile scenarios roamed unbidden through your mind of leaning in and connecting your lips to his.

The moment was broken when Ominis’ hands left you to push the curtain aside, taking your hand once more. He led you down a seemingly dead end next to a staircase, turning to face a clockwork cabinet. He raised his pulsing wand, tapping it against the cabinet in a sequence that you didn’t quite understand, but that which started moving gears and stars across the front. Something clicked into place with a thunk and slowly the cabinet doors slid open to reveal a hidden passageway. Ominis had taken your hand then, leading you inside.

When you pushed through the exit, you were surprised mainly at how large the room was around you. Sure, Hogwarts had many secrets and hidden rooms, but this was bigger than even your common room. How was something of this stature hidden away for so long? Wide pillars separated the room at different points, and spiderwebbed boxes and dusty sheets covered the majority of the walls. There were blackened chandeliers, like some sort of spell went awry, and in the far corner, you couldn’t help but see a few training dummies pushed over and resting against each other. As you took the room in, Ominis wandered over toward the centre and started moving some of the dusty items around.

You approached slowly, your head on a swivel to take in as much as you can. You heard Ominis muttering some spells under his breath, turning to watch a few dusty boxes and sheets spin themselves into a long and low couch. It was coloured with a deep green velvet and dark brown wood- almost like being summoned directly from the Slytherin common room. You laughed, watching Ominis’ head turn at the sound to look at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“I mean,” You begin, shrugging for no one to see before taking a few more steps toward him. “There’s the fact that an entire underground ballroom exists inside Hogwarts that no one knows about- aside from you, apparently. There’s us being here after curfew, after you just rescued me from a whole band of poachers as if this was just an everyday ordeal. There’s the fact that a student using Unforgivables just threatened me and then disappeared in a poof of air. Oh- also that when you conjured that couch, it looked like you pulled it directly from what I assume the Slytherin common room looks like. So, yeah, take your pick I guess.”

You watch a smirk form on his face and he turns, closing the distance. He raises a hand to place on the junction between your neck and shoulder, squeezing gently before he finally responds. “This isn’t exactly a ballroom, but it’s called the Undercroft if you want a name for it. And the couch likely looks that way since I was taught that spell by my family- they have a certain… aesthetic to them. Considering that we’re a direct line from Salazar Slytherin, I’d assume the Slytherin common room might be modelled a bit after us.

“But for the rest of that- I don’t know if I’d find it that funny.” He pulls you closer, leaning his head forward until your foreheads touch, leaning into each other. “I was extremely worried, Y/N. Taken by poachers, put into a damned cage as if you were just a creature,” The hatred toward the end of his sentence was a new sound to you, and it sent shivers down your back. You watched him swallow roughly, then continue, “I’d rather it not be an everyday ordeal- I don’t know how I would handle that much panic and fear- but I would come back to rescue you any time that you needed it, Y/N. From poachers, or from Eliza herself.” You felt his hand tightening on you, his other hovering over your hip as if unsure. “You’ll be fine. I won’t let her do anything to you.”

“I’m sure it was just empty threats,” You mumbled, feeling lightheaded from the proximity. It was almost an imitation of earlier, with how close the two of you stood now. It was a new development, this closeness that he keeps initiating, and you were unsure how to handle it. You wanted it, absolutely, but wanting it and being able to withstand his proximity without immediately showing your true feelings for him? Those were two different things altogether.

“They weren’t empty, Y/N.” His voice was grim, his hand finally making full contact with your hip and pulling you closer. You wondered if this was his way of reassuring himself you were here, and safe. Your eyes darted between his own, down to his lips then back up again. Biting your lip, his voice continues in a whisper. “I’ve had dealings with her before. She means everything she says, no matter how far-fetched or ridiculous the notion.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be reassuring me, Ominis?” You tease, reaching your own hands out to his sides and taking hold of his shirt there, clenching it in your fists. Your fingers danced against his side, and you can feel his skin jump underneath the fabric. When he speaks, his voice has a certain breathless quality to it that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“I want you to be prepared. The reassurance will stem from our actions going forward. You’ll train in defensive magic, and I’ll never be leaving your side.”

“At all?” You breathe out, as if asking, ‘Do you promise?’

“Someone will be, at least. Sebastian and Poppy will help, I’m sure. Perhaps even Natty, if she is willing to speak to us. I’m sure she wouldn’t want one of her friends hurt by Eliza, now that she knows who she really is.” His hand pulls against you again, as if desperate for your contact. You flatten your hands out, letting your hands roam across his sides. “I’m not in all of your classes, nor am I in your house. We’ll work something out, though.”

“Ominis, you really don’t have to worry about me.” You felt almost burdensome, and he could hear it in your voice. His expression turned to one of confusion, then resolution.

“Y/N, I am absolutely going to worry about you. Not just because Eliza is a formidable enemy to have, nor the fact that poachers seem to be spreading and claiming new territories. Y/N,” He huffed, pulling his head back away from yours and sliding his head up from your neck to your cheek, “I’m going to worry about you, regardless if there’s anything to worry about. Because that’s just what happens when you-” He stutters for a moment, clearing his throat and trying to play off his slip- “When you care about someone.”

“I suppose you’re right, Ominis.” You take a deep breath in, eyes jumping around the room in nervousness. Reaching up, you take the hand pressed to your cheek and step away, dragging him along. “Come, let’s sit. We have a lot to discuss.”

“Such as?”

“Well,” You begin, sitting on the couch he had conjured, Ominis sitting to your left. There was enough room for someone to stretch out and lay on the cushions, but you had sat in the centre of the couch, and Ominis sat so close that your legs were pressed together. You laid your held hands across your lap, studying his stiff posture. “Let’s start from the beginning, I guess.”

“Our fight in the potions classroom?” His voice was low as if he was dreading this conversation. You were unsure why, considering you were the one who had run off without trying to talk things out initially, but you rubbed his hand with your thumb to try and calm him.

“Well, I was thinking more ‘beginning’ in the time sense, not the beginning of the chain of events that led to here.” You paused, glancing around the large open space around you. “Sebastian and Eliza seem to know each other?”

“They became friends when she transferred in our fifth year. They grew very close, very quickly. He told her secrets he shouldn’t have, and she showed him magics that even I didn’t know existed.” He took a deep breath, reaching his other hand out to place on your knee. “Fifth year was especially hard, as it was the first year that Sebastian came to school without Anne, the first year that she had been cursed. Sebastian refused to believe it was incurable- honestly, I think he still believes that- and he spent most of that year sneaking into the forbidden section of the library to research day in and out.

“He heard about a Scriptorium, one that Salazar Slytherin was believed to have owned, that was located in Hogwarts. Of course, being in my family, I knew of it and where it was, but I didn’t want anything to do with it. Salazar was known for his dark magic practices, and if he was anything like my family currently is then I knew nothing good could come from that Scriptorium, and I was right.” He swallowed roughly, his shoulders slumping as he leans a bit toward you. You replace your left hand in his with your right instead, reaching around him to pull him close against you. “Eliza managed to convince me, somehow, to open the Scriptorium. We had to solve a few puzzles to get through, and eventually, we made it so far inside that some sort of trap sprung, trapping us in. Eliza said the word Crucio was burned into the floor, and the skeleton of my aunt Noctua was in the corner.”

Dread filled your stomach, pulling him even closer. Your voice was quiet as you hummed out, “No, you didn’t-”

“I didn’t cast it, or have it cast on me. But Sebastian said there was no other way, that the door blocking the way forward had been carved with faces in agony. Eliza said she could cast it on him, that she knew the spell already. Sebastian had been just about to ask me, but I knew I wouldn’t have been able to cast it. But she did, on Sebastian. The door opened, but hearing my friend scream out in pure torture like that-” His voice caught, clearing his throat once more. “It was almost as painful as when it had been cast on me.”

“What? Did she-”

“No, when it was used on me, it was my own family.”

“Ominis-” You stopped yourself, unsure what to say. You could hear the grief in your tone, and finally, you pulled your remaining hand away from his to wrap around him completely, pulling his head down onto your chest. His hands slowly slid from your lap to wrap around your hips, leaving burning trails in their wake. He seemed oddly expressionless- emotionless, even. It scared you, how withdrawn he had become from telling this story. You rub his back slowly and try to project as much comfort as you could. “You didn’t deserve that. You never did.”

“How would you know,” Ominis sniffed, and you could finally feel his form shaking. His head was buried into your chest, but from the sounds he made you could tell he was finally beginning to cry. “You weren’t there.”

“Ominis, there is absolutely nothing in the world that you could do to ever deserve to be tortured like that. Especially from your own family.” You tighten your embrace before finally pulling just enough away, taking his cheeks in your hands and lifting until you could see his red-rimmed eyes. You wiped the tears from his cheeks, studying his face. “I can’t go back in time to fix anything, but by Merlin, I swear to you that I’ll protect you from that wretched family going forward.”

“You don’t have to say all that, Y/N-”

“I’m not ‘just saying it’ Ominis.” You drop your hands from his cheeks, taking both of his hands and pulling them close to your chest, cradling him. “I swear to you I will do everything in my power to support you.”

“I should be saying this to you, darling,” Ominis gently removes one hand from your grip to place on your cheek once again, leaning forward. Your breath catches, the move looking too similar to someone leaning in for a kiss, but he stops all too soon. “You were taken and threatened, I should be pledging myself to your service.”

“I’ve never been Crucio’d, though.” Your sentence was breathed out, no more than a whisper. It brought a visible and palpable relief to Ominis, though, and you couldn’t help but feel the mix of sadness that he has gone through it, and the comfort that you managed to pull him from his bad mood. Silence reigned as he absorbed this information before, lightning quick, he pulls you into a tight hug.

“And I’ll make sure you never will be, ever,” He whispers into your ear, his voice insistent- almost begging. You nod your head against his chest, scooting closer in and hugging him tightly in return. The way you kept pulling each other close, you were practically sitting in his lap. You both sat this way, taking comfort in the feeling of each other, for as long as it would take to soothe him. Finally, Ominis seems to have relaxed as much as he will so you begin to pull away, just enough to take your own seat back. “YN,” His voice sounded almost devastated, a mimic of how it sounded earlier when he thought you wanted to speak about the fight in the potion’s classroom.

“Yes, let’s speak of that now,” You agree to his unspoken assessment, though confusion quickly crossed his face so you clarified, “Let’s talk about the whole potion’s assignment incident.” The confusion slowly melted away from his face, seeming at war with himself. Eventually, his nervousness faded away and determination set in. You were just about to ask if you had assumed right, if that really was what he was about to say, but then he spoke.

“Sure. So how do we start this?”

“Well, it sounded like you saw me out in the Transfiguration courtyard.”

“I did. I misunderstood what was happening, and I overreacted. I apologize, Y/N.” His voice was measured, devoid of emotion, and it pained you how quickly he could snap between emotions like that. You didn’t want these to be one of the times he felt endangered, that he felt he had to hide how he truly felt.

“Ominis, why don’t you tell me then? What did you think was happening?” He hesitated, his face falling to look toward the ground as he thought. You gave him time, and with that, he took your hands and began idly playing with your fingers. Eventually, in a whispered voice that carried emotion you were glad to hear, he spoke.

“I thought Garreth was flirting with you.” You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head in confusion. Of course, he hadn’t been, but did it really look that way? “And I thought that you liked it, that you were flirting back.” At this your eyebrows raised, and then an involuntary laugh escaped your lips. Immediately a hand flew to your mouth as if to cover it, to put the laugh back inside.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s not at you at all, just- the thought, of Garreth liking me?” You laugh again, covering it with your hand and shaking your head. “Such a ridiculous notion.”

“Why would that be ridiculous? You’re a fantastic person, Y/N. Any single person would be lucky to have you, I’m surprised you don’t have suitors constantly trying to vie for your attention.” You laugh again, shaking your head more. Patting Ominis’ hand, you find it within you to calm your laughs, to try to explain.

“No one likes me, Ominis-”

“That’s not true.”

“Even so,” You continue, ignoring his disagreements, “If they did, I’ve never been told. Not once in all the seven years I’ve been at Hogwarts has romance been involved in my life. No one’s tried to ask me out, or even fake ask me out as a prank. No one has sent longing looks my way, or written me love poems or letters, or merlin forbid, flirt with me.” You huff a soft laugh, scanning the area around you so you wouldn’t have to look into Ominis’ face, expecting it to be full of pity.

“Now I find that hard to believe,” Ominis finally said, his voice low. You bite your lip at the tone, unsure whether it would be considered ‘husky’ or if he had an undercurrent of hate or distaste. Finally, you release it and sigh.

“Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant, as that’s the way things are.” You take back your hands, an ache in your chest spurring you to stand and walk away. You feel a hurt growing beneath everything, a loneliness that you’ve been pushing down all along begins to bubble back into your throat. So long with no sign or sense of someone liking you. Poppy had always said your longing looks toward Ominis probably scared everyone else away, but you were so sure you had hidden your looks well enough with time. You don’t stare at him constantly anymore.

“Y/N,” Ominis’ voice is soft, and you can hear just the beginning of pity in his voice that spurs you into action.

“So this is a lovely place,” You squeak out, taking another few steps away from him. “So big and…” You hesitate, trying to find another word before finally you say, “Dusty…”

“Y/N,” His voice is a bit more resolved, less quiet than before, and you can hear him getting up behind you. Your voice is quick to respond, fear starting to flavour your voice.

“You should really do something with this place! You know, we’re not going to be at Hogwarts for very much longer, anyway.”

“Y/N,” You feel Ominis behind you, touching your arm gently and you take a few steps away, your vision skipping quickly throughout the room, though never landing at any place for longer than a second. Anywhere, but at him.

“We could clean this place up! Could be a project of ours, y’know how we’re always at a loss for what to do. Maybe we could even throw a party at the end of the year!”

“Y/N,” Ominis repeats, reaching forward to take hold of your arm and spin you to look at him. His face was set, determined, and he whispered out, “Please,” Before reaching forward with his other hand to place onto your cheek. You freeze, staring into his cloudy eyes, unsure what to say. Ominis couldn’t find any more words either, so he instead began to lean forward.

He was just going to come closer, whisper something to you. He did this earlier, when leaned closer to assure you. To provide comfort, or perhaps to insinuate that whatever he would say was important. You thought as much, but he kept leaning forward more, and his eyes began to fall closed. He began to pull your elbow toward him, and his thumb swiped gently against your cheek before it happened. Before his lips pressed against yours.

Oh.

Oh.

When you don’t respond right away, Ominis slowly pulled you closer to himself. His hand tightened on your elbow, as if afraid you’d pull away, and this spurs you into action. Your hands, previously wringing together anxiously, flew forward around Ominis’ neck and pulled him closer to you. You kiss back with everything you have, making sure that if this was the only kiss you’d ever get with Ominis then it’d certainly be one that he’d remember.

You felt Ominis relax under your ministrations, then felt a low moan travel through him and into you. The sound, the feel of it, drove you crazy and you raked a hand through the bottom of his hair, clenching your fingers and pulling gently. His hand fell from your elbow to your hip, wrapping around your back and pulling you against him once more. Again and again, you were held so close by him tonight- was he thinking of doing this every time? Like you had been?

When you both finally pull away, you’re breathless and hanging onto each other. It’s quiet aside from the both of you panting, and you stared into his face to watch for any sort of change. Meanwhile, he watched you as only he could, with his hands roaming your neck and back, squeezing his hands into a fist against you before smoothing them back out again.

“You can’t say that no one likes you, Y/N, when I’m standing right here.” He leans forward slowly, brushing his lips against yours before speaking again, right against your lips. “When I’ve been here this whole time, wishing there was any chance. Hoping for this moment, right here.” He presses his lips to you again, finally, in a brief and soft kiss. “If you want romance, I’ll give you the world. But you can’t,” His voice caught, and he began shaking his head ever so slightly, “You can not believe that you’re unlovable, Y/N. Not when I’m here, not when I’ve loved you this whole time.”

“Ominis,” And you can hear it, how wrecked your voice is. So full of emotion, of hope and fear and, of course, love. “Ominis, please don’t say this if you don’t mean it.” You pull him down closer, pressing your cheek to his so you’re whispering near his ear. “This whole time I’ve longed for you, I could not bare it. Please, be magnanimous, I’m not so easily cowed but if this is some sort of joke-”

“There is nothing more true,” Ominis interrupts gently, placing a kiss on your cheek before pulling back farther, looking into your face as if he could study you, his eyes jumping back and forth. “Y/N, I would provide you with the entirety of my life if that meant anything. I would stop at nothing to make sure you are happy and safe. You deserve the world and everything around it, and I want to give that to you.”

“I don’t want the whole world, Ominis,” You whisper, placing one of your hands on his cheek and brushing your thumb against his sharp cheekbone, “I only want you.”

“You have me, all of me,” Ominis whispers quickly, reverentially. “For as long as you’ll accept me.”

“You’re promising me forever, I hope you know.” You were smiling, your tone gently insinuating as such, and you watched a slow smile begin to spread on Ominis.

“Then forever shall it be.”

Ominis knew how to transfigure beds, apparently. You never did make it back to your common room that night, as the both of you spent the night in each other’s arms. The Undercroft was drafty, the chill trying to burrow into the tight embrace you held each other in until Ominis pulled a blanket overtop the both of you. Snuggling there together, whispering quiet stories of when either of you almost got caught with your crush, you eventually fell asleep.

You were worried all the next day, walking the halls and attending your classes, that someone would point out your absence from your room- ask you where you’d been. However, it seemed no one had noticed, or if they did they certainly didn’t care. There were no detentions or rumours circling around, and for that at least you were grateful.

True to his word, Ominis stayed glued to your side the majority of the day. Poppy was around during the time he could not be- aside from during Defense when Sebastian resolutely stood by your side and glared daggers at anyone that tried to come too close. You tried to assure him that you were fine, that obviously there was only one person to be wary of, not the entire class. He had only mumbled something back about Eliza being ‘convincing’ before glaring at another Gryffindor boy in the class that seemed to be staring at the two of you for too long. You shot a stinging hex at the boy to get Sebastian to laugh, pulling him from his dour look.

It was in Care for Magical Creatures, a class you shared with Poppy- but with neither Sebastian nor Ominis- that she showed up. You really hadn’t thought anything would happen, that everything she said was just empty threats. Or, certainly, that it’d take some time to plan something. But no, only about twelve hours from her disappearance was Eliza, jumping off of a broom nearby and approaching you with a direct look.

You looked around quickly for your friend, finding her on the far side of the area, spelling multiple brushes to groom the kneazles. She was bent over halfway, one hand on her glowing wand, the other petting a bright orange kneazle that was rubbing against her legs. The rest of the class congregated at other pens and Professor Howin was speaking to them, letting Poppy do her thing as normal. You had wandered back to the tabled area for your bookbag, forgetting your essentials for the class, but now you were alone and separated from the rest, instantly regretting your decision.

You started backing up, turning around to rejoin the class as quickly as possible when you froze. It wasn’t like how Petrificus Totalus had felt, you didn’t stiffen to a board and fall over, but you certainly weren’t staying in place on purpose. You froze in place as if someone had paralyzed you in shape, your foot outstretched to take another step, your face frozen in forced nonchalance. You felt an arm wrap around your own in an imitation of friendship, and the spell gradually let your limbs free. You turn your head to see Eliza, smiling brightly and looking directly into your eyes. She pulled and you followed, eyes widening in fear.

“I think we should have a little talk, don’t you?”

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Hiii could I get a love letter from pdh!vylad.

For context he’s sending it to his gf/ reader who he’s away from at the moment because he’s on vacation with his family and lost his phone or just wanted to write her a personal physical letter so it would never get lost in there text. She/her pronouns please.

hey, nonnie! this prompt’s pretty lovely, actually. i’ve always wanted to write to friends (and i suppose those who’ve set my heart ablaze) while traveling myself, letting them know what i’m thinking of, feeling, and seeing in the moment, but they all just end up as messages unsent that i hoard under my bed like a dragon, haha!

anyway, i’m hoping you find that this delivery does this ro’meave justice. i’ll be honest with you, i had the most fun making the envelope header accompanying this request. enjoy!

what promises to be a boring day is immediately taken back when the mailman pops up at your doorstep unexpectedly. he usually never shows up unless there are bills to be paid. the envelope looks and smells pretty old, but the date listed on its back indicates it was clearly made in the last week at the very least. a smile creeps onto your face when you recognize the handwriting, and you waste no time opening it up when you’re in the privacy of your own room, careful not to damage the stamp sealing it. it’s way too pretty to break, and you want to keep it.

not only is there a letter inside, but three laminated bookmarks. they contain real pressed flowers against a painted background. it’s a bit reminiscent of some art movement vylad mentioned before. art nouveau, was it? just like the rest of the materials used to make this letter, it appears to be pretty…antique. not that it’s a bad thing! it feels just like receiving a little time capsule, a blast from the past if you will. 

but irene above, the more time you spend not reading, the more you miss him. you carefully unfold the paper and let your eyes glaze over the paper.

Hey! 

Missed y (too desperate? hope you don't mind.)

Hope this reaches you as soon as it can. Did all the bookmarks make it in one piece? Do you like them? I’ve looked high and low through some pretty old catalogs to see where they came from and how much they sold for, but it would seem that they’re all individually handpainted and hand-pressed, therefore one of a kind.

I’m still quite bummed that I didn’t get a choice between going here or not during break. It was all so last minute! But I’ll be honest: O’Khasis is much prettier than I remember. What isn’t pretty is that Aunt Tilly (apparently she’s not our actual aunt? I guess we’re just used to calling her that.) absolutely insists that the place we spend our vacation at just happens to have no signal. Before, I absolutely wouldn’t have minded as there’s so much to do around here, but I can’t help but lie awake at night with the guilt eating at me thinking about how your messages must not be reaching my inbox. I’m sorry for not finding a way sooner. If anything, I didn’t quite expect the way this letter would find its way to you.

One thing you need to know is that up until yesterday, Aunt Tilly did not like me. At all. It kind of broke my heart a little as a kid because I didn’t know why. Now I can name a few reasons, but that’s not really what’s important right now. As usual, she would come with boxes full of stuff that she brought home from where she’s based abroad and let us pick what we wanted. There were a few old books and vintage clothes that interested me, but what caught my eye the most were the pressed flower bookmarks you got in this very envelope. And that’s just a fraction of them! You’d be amazed to see how many of them are in the collection.

Anyway, Aunt Tilly seemed reluctant to give them to me, even surprised to see that they were in the box in the first place. But ever since that, she’s warmed up to me, and it’s honestly much more terrifying than the times she’s barely acknowledged me. I should be upfront about it and ask her why soon. I suppose now should be the time to say that she even helped me pick out which flowers would be on the bookmarks I sent you. Says I should treat it like I’m actually picking out a bouquet or something. That woman takes her flowers seriously. At least now she knows she isn’t the only one in the family with an interest in floriography. She seemed even more delighted learning this letter was for a special someone, so she talked Mom and Dad into letting me have a few hours to myself in the town nearby just to have this letter delivered. I’m grateful to get a bonding experience with her out of this, but I really need to figure out what brought on this sudden change. Will definitely update you about it in another letter. This is quite fun, actually. Writing to you, pen on paper, feels way more personal, don’t you think?

Back to the bookmarks though, I’m not sure if you can read the text on them, but if I had to pick out a bouquet for you right now, I’d choose these three. Imagine the following with me now, will you? White clovers, balsamine, and pale red carnations. I don’t trust the Internet at the moment to be able to give you the exact message I want to convey, and I think it’s something better said in person. 

I promise I’ll make things up to you when I get back soon. A date maybe? Please write back soon. I’d love to hear your thoughts.  

Yours evermore, V.R.

PS. In the future, we should definitely go on a proper sightseeing trip around O’Khasis. Just you and me. How does that sound? 

[whoishotteranimepolls]

The state of my inbox, requests, the queue and four-way poll updates

Please quit spamming my inbox. If you would like to add to the discourse regarding anything on the blog. For instance the one piece art style debate or why does Gojo keep losing? Please comment or reblog don't spam my inbox because at the moment there's so much junk in it relating to the discourse that I struggle to find the request for the polls I'm supposed to make. So while I sort through all the junk. I'm not making the polls so that's just going to delay the request opening back up even longer.

Right now I'm kind of debating on whether or not I need to just shut off ask completely because some people are abusing the privilege. Because at the moment there is more stuff in my inbox than when I originally closed the request. Plus most of it isn't even poll request anymore. It's random questions about are certain cartoons going to be allowed and crap about the one piece and Gojo debates

Again, I do this blog for fun. I run this blog by myself and I have a job and a life outside of it. And I want to get through this batch of requests Because I know next time I open up the request box there will be a lot more variety since I have almost triple the follower count. And that means less one piece for all the people that complain because the queue is about 80% one piece and their requests are about 50% one piece. However, I'm not adding new one piece polls to the queue at the moment so that ratio might change

So the person who suggested character cooldowns that just isn't feasible because I got one piece polls that have been in the queue since January. Because I just hit shuffle on the queue a couple times to make sure there isn't going to be too many one piece polls everyday before the polls start posting. Because depending on how many polls post each day you're going to get at least 2 to 4 one piece poll everyday at least for the foreseeable future I am trying to add more variety But with the state of the queue and the request box this is what we're getting until I can open it up again.

On to the topic of four-way polls, I know I've got a bunch of questions about them

For future reference, when it comes to four-way polls, it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission because I don't think this person even bothered to ask. They just sent in the request and I already had all the photos so I was more willing to say yes. But if it's ridiculous and I have to hunt down four photos specifically for one poll because it's super niche characters, I'm probably going to say no. But if I already have all the photos saved because I've done polls for the characters before I'm more likely to say yes. Or maybe you send in the photos. But finding the photos is the hardest part of making the polls. So far there's only been four four-way polls requested so far. Still not done. Going through the request box there could be more.

So if you want to try to get me to do five and six way polls by just sending it in and hoping for the best. Maybe you'll catch me in a good mood but I might say no. As long as everyone understands that anything more than three, no guarantee it will be made you are welcome to try

I hope this made sense. It kind of was a bit of a rant But hopefully this clarifies a lot of the questions and issues that have been brought up the past couple of days

[noemilivv]

Hello hello hello! I saw that you had a matchup even and let me tell you I RAN to your ask box! This is my first time putting in a request but I trust you and your amazing works so here goes

I’d like to request a Hazbin hotel matchup. Any is fine

A little about me: My name is Eris and I’m nonbinary and pansexual.

Style wise I’d have to put be down as a healthy mix of bimbo dropped in a vat of goth juice. A good mix of pinks whites and blacks with far too many torn tights and fishnets in my outfits. I like chunky platforms and sparkly heels. Scandalous tops and patchwork jeans within an inch of their life.

As far as physical appearance I’m a whole 5’0 even and a little on the chubbier side. Latina with a healthy tan. My hair sorta looks like Ramona Flowers currently just black with teal tips but I’m constantly changing my hair.

I’m a pretty heavy introvert, but have no problem telling people off if I think they’re wrong or if they’re talking shit about the people around me. May be a little quick to throw a punch, but otherwise I prefer to keep to myself and just watch the people around me experience life and happiness, without expecting it for myself. A very depressed dad friend I guess. Someone who can’t accept help or pity, but will sacrifice life and limb for those around them. Stubborn, fragile and a bit isolated.

As far as i kinda have grandma hobbies, with crochet and baking on occasion, but I like all art, especially music(I play clarinet). My taste in music is mostly dark fantasy type stuff, but I appreciate all genres. I also like to roller skate in my free time.

My love language is primarily physical touch and acts of service. Coming back to the wanting to take care of people, it’s how I can show love while being horrendous at words. All I want in return is to be held maybe.

Anywayyy. That’s all I have. Thank you so much for your time and you are so so freaking cool ^-^

first of all, hey anon, your so fucking sweet haha. thx for thinking im cool, as i feel so basic in contrast to my followers lmao

anywho, i decided to pair you with…

Angel Dust !!

Angel doesn’t mind that you’re a bit isolated, cause he is too, in his own way — and it’s kinda good for him that you are considering his current situation

He is very appreciative of the fact that you’re into acts of service, he thoroughly enjoys being pampered haha

Despite your quietness, he’s happy (and proud) that you’d be willing to call someone out if they spoke negatively about him

Overall, he’s very glad he has you, you hear out his problems, you vibe with him, you stand up for him, take care of him, all that stuff

[the-lone-wolf-artist]

A Big Changes to this Blog that was Long Overdue...

Hello Everyone…

It's been quite a while since I last posted anything on this blog, well beside repeats of Desolate Paradise content.

You see, a lot of stuff has changed over the years since I first started this blog in 2016 to now 2024, man a long time huh? Anyway, I never expected the good, the bad, and the ugly things and how it would affect my life. I won't get into the details, but basically I'm just like anyone else in the world that deals with hardships and loss. I found it hard to stay passionate and creative with my art and my mindset, that it got to a point where I had enough…

I stopped doing everything that I loved the most and took a huge break from it.

While I was stewing, reflecting, and just recharging my batteries, I was doing other hobbies during this time that I enjoyed. I was writing for a while through the many fandom Au's I've created and I slowly started getting my spark back and my creative juices flowing again.

I started doodling, sketching and doing art again, even though they may not be the best of what I've done before. I'm still happy with them and it's getting me back to what I love doing most.

I then reached a decision on what I want to do with this blog to not only solve the inactivity but also better myself in the process.

The Big Changes to this Blog

These are the "Big Changes" that will be happening to the The Lone Wolf Artist Blog…

As I mentioned before I do have other hobbies that I have developed over the years that I love doing behind the scenes, such as:

Writing

Animating

Sewing

Beading jewelry

Resin Art

Diamond Art

These are the few prime examples of things I like doing that has expanded my creative space and mindset besides drawing all the time. The reason I haven't posted these types of content was because I was too focused on making masterpieces and trying to keep up with drawing inactivity on this blog.

I started to learn that it was making me unhappy and too stressed out, but that's all about to change for this blog with these hobbies and the other fandom's I'm interested in too! You see the The Lone Wolf Artist Blog is gonna be my personal space for my other hobbies and the other fandom's that I enjoy beside Motorcity, like:

One Piece

Red Dead Series

Studio Ghibi Content

Monster Hunter Series

Evil West

Okami

And Many More Fandom Content I enjoy!

These are the few examples of the other kinds of fandom that I enjoy and love. My interest goes beyond just Motorcity. I have written many fandom Au's stories during my huge break and I'm dying to bring them to life!

Basically this blog is gonna be a place where I get to do what I want to do and you guys get to see the kinda stuff I created through my written fandom Au's stories instead of focusing on one fandom!

Now the Future Changes of this Blog

Now with these big changes happening with this new direction to the Lone Wolf Blog, it doesn't stop there.

You see I do have other changes that will be coming in the future too! Such as:

1: Question Box Opening [Reason for the Idea: It is where you guy's can ask me questions. (FYI: Their will be Rules to prevent Chaos.)]

2: Request Box Opening [Reason for the Idea: Where you can request drawing ideas for me to draw with rules too. (FYI: I'm a bit undecided about the idea right now. If this idea becomes official, it will be a Limited Box Opening of how many I would take; basically an on and off box.)]

3: Previews of W.I.P.S. Artwork's [Reason for the Idea: I know my art takes a lot of time and patience that causes these long pauses in my blog activity, so maybe I'll post some W.I.P'S of my art content process time to keep up the activity.]

4: Previews of W.I.P.S. Animation's [Reason for the Idea: I sometimes dapple in animation every now and then, maybe I'll post some rough animations that I'm really proud of through my simple animation journey.]

5: Short AU Stories [Reason for the Idea: When I'm not drawing or my hand is slightly sore, I like writing small stories in between from my AU's, maybe I'll post these little stories, but no promises I'm not the best writer but not awful.]

6: Small Comic AU's & Scene's [Reason for the Idea: I write a lot and sometimes I like to take the time to bring these scene's to life.]

7: Gaming Clips [Reason for the Idea: Sometimes during the weekend breaks, I play games to give my creative brain a break. Every now and then I capture awesome, funny and goofy moments during my playthrough's that I'm wiling to share.]

These are a few of my suggestions… I will makes post's when I make the final decisions.

Now The Desolate Paradise Blog Issue

The Desolate Paradise Blog (AKA: Motorcity X Wolf Rain's AU Crossover Story) is going be on hiatus in indefinitely…

I made this decision because I want to focus on my other fandom AU's without focusing on this one all the time and causing me to be stressed out and trying to force myself to keep working on it. It wasn't fun anymore and that's not what I wanted for this AU…

So I'm going to put it on hiatus effective immediately, will it return?…

I don't know right now. For now its on pause and needs to stay like that, until I'm ready to come back to it or.. maybe give up on it entirely…only time will tell.

Thank You for Reading and Listening

Thank you all for listening and reading this. It means a lot to me, I hope it clears up a lot of the stuff that's been going on with the inactivity to not only the The Lone Wolf Artist Blog but also the Desolate Paradise Blog too.

It was kinda bothering me for a while and I felt I needed to express it and want to make a change for the better.

I hope you are excited about the new changes that will be happening for the better and hope you all enjoy the new content that will be posted on the The Lone Wolf Artist Blog soon!

With that I bid you farewell and I shall return to the darkness again.