#what ever happend to simple doodles

[sleighhethereal]

bleh

[fic-heaven]

Say my name (König x witty! reader)

Pt1/ Pt.2 Tantrum

🐥A very short part two of two requests I had

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Dreams of you tormented König every single night since that day at the armory.

His brain was like a swarm of wasps stinging at every nerve on his body every time you passed by, those gorgeus eyes of yours giving him this knowing look that spoke a thousand words, heavily implying that you have not forgotten what happend between you two. So he opted to ignore you like before. But worse. He'd avoid you now.

König was your colonel, you had to know of his commands, he was very aware of this so instead of using his walkie-talkie or inform you directly he decided to use other operators as homing pigeons and whenever they protested he'd show one of his intimidating glares and insist with his authoritative tone. It always worked. But not with Horangi.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

If König glared any harder he'd burst a vein tainting his cerulean eyes red with blood. "Deliver the message. It is an order."

Horangi took off his sunglasses, a weird sight to see, and squinted at his colonel like he was looking up at the blinding sun. "You want me to deliver the very important message of refiling this one particular paper to (c/n)? You are aware I could do it instead, we hold the same rank." Once he was finished he slid his glasses back on.

König was stiff, eyes adverting to the side for a millisecond with a squint. "Do it anyway...?"

Horangi knew something was up, specially since one quick look at the paper reminded him that these documents were already finished weeks ago, he delivered them himself. His colonel had been quite distracted lately and that's something worrying in König judging by how hyper focused he was about everything, specially his job. The operator smiles under his facemask, he crosses his arms and tilts his head as if he had figured the most amusing thing ever.

"Having problems in paradise, sir?"

König took a moment to figure what he meant, this expression was new to him, soon he frowned. "There is no 'paradise' and no problem with me. The only problem here is that you are refusing to obey a direct order from your colonel-"

"König... Come on." Horangi insists but it's clear his friend doesn't want to keep dwelling on this, so he slightly folds the paper, nods at his colonel and leaves his office with a low "Right away, sir." before closing the door.

The way the Austrian deflated made his long body mold to his chair. He's been quite nervous to be around you, the memories of your last (very intimate) interaction became a constant on his brain affecting his work performance, even going as far as not letting him rest properly, the image of you appearing on his very own dreams, your voice a mermaid's call encouraging König to approach and do things to your body that never failed to wake him up with a raging boner. It has been roughly a year and a half since König was promoted to colonel and he was letting a simple operator like you put his position at risk. His hands took a pencil from a red cup he used as penholder and begun writing and doodling absentmindedly on a random white paper to occupy his hands while he waited for the refilled documents to be delivered to him. The distraction was very much needed.

His hands trembled a little as König applied sole pressure on the surface. Memories of your lips moving when you said his name with that sweet voice of yours carried his mind to the moment he felt them against his skin, the delicious feeling of your soft fingertips caressing along the skin of his long neck. The sudden (but expected) erection he got caused the colonel to growl, his other unoccupied hand fisted slamming the table twice before his eyes refocused looking down at the piece of paper he was drawing on. König had doodled a few realistic octopuses wearing crowns along some scribbles of his own name in different letterings and lastly, in the lower right corner of the paper under one of his scribbles was doodled something he has never done before. A human face. Your face. God knows the only thing König was able to draw was his favorite animal and little else... But the memory of your beautiful complexion, your hair, your cute nose, long lashes and scars amongst other things were so clear on his mind his hands carried the tip of the pencil in elegant strokes until he was met by your beautiful face smirking at him from the paper.

"Schau mich nicht so an." (Don't look at me like that.)

Seconds after admiring the doodle before him, the colonel couldn't help but pleasure himself using his memories and the small doodle he made of you as material. It was pathetic, it was disgusting, it was so embarrassing he couldn't help but feel compleat and utter shame and frustration, he couldn't cum... It wasn't enough, it wasn't real. But before he could dwell more on his troubles a quick knock on the door startled him. König quickly thrusted the paper inside one of his drawers, hid his aching cock in the confines of his pants and cleared his throat. "Do come in."

Horangi was back, he was quiet when he placed the paper on the table counter before he confusedly looked around König's table wondering what he was doing since his computer wasn't on and his table was well organized.

"Here uh, here it is." König thanked him with a nod, he sniffed loudly casually picking the paper handed to him, sky eyes scanning across the paper eating up the view of your beautiful calligraphy. But Horangi didn't leave, and that made König look up at him expectantly.

"Something the matter?" He asked. And oh there was plenty Horangi wanted to say and ask, but instead he simply said: "She's with someone else." It was said in a rush, as if Horangi was speaking with a stick shoved up his ass, like he was trying to tame an angry bull.

When König heard this he frowned slowly lowering the paper to his Ikea table's surface that had suffered too many slams to count. "With someone else." He repeats.

Horangi scratches his masked chin, flexes his hands and says "Probably a lover..."

"A lover." König echoes once more as if Horangi was giving him English lessons, his breaths coming a little hard making his mask inflate and deflate on the nose's area.

"Yeah, they were together in her office. Felt like I interrupted something."

König stands up pushing his chair back and leans his body forwards very slowly planting both hands on the table supporting his stance, the other operator leans back intimidated.

"Interrupted something." König blinks rapidly this time sounding demanding.

Horangi nods awkwardly.

"Something? What is 'something'?" His German accent was so pronounced it was almost difficult to understand what he was saying.

"I am not sure..." Horangi muttered, König was silent waiting for him to continue. "...Sex maybe...? They were sweaty, wearing baggy clothes but... In her office and standing too close. Even while she was completing the paperwork you sent-."

"Get out."

The KorTac operator turned back swiftly, rushed off and closed the door with a low thud. He didn't take one full step away before he heard a loud crash followed by a loud thud against the door, it was easy to guess what it could be what smashed the door when he looked downwards and spotted a thin wooden chair leg peeking out the splintered wood of the poor door, the tiny, white wheel at the tip was still rolling.

"Well, she's fucked." Horangi says before walking off.

[goatpaste]

will you ever draw more content of your loz AU?

ough i really did mean to go back to i t sooner, but oh ow my adhd so ouch on my focus

but here! as a treat

some more art filling out this world

straight up im walking on the fine line of just changing all the zelda names to something else and just making this my own ocs because this has become kinda unrecognizable as zelda lol

dZelda, daughter of a family of merchants that sells and trades good with the House of Poe. They sell them all their bottles and other ghost trapping gear and have a decent amount of knowledge on the ghost hunting business but only provide the goods to the hunters themselves.

Zelda herself does have an interest in being a ghost hunter but is set to one day inherited her families business.

Ganon is a spirit that long ago was defeated in an long forgotten battle and shred into nothing but a shred of ghostly energy. Many years he gained enough power for a still very weak but now noticeable form, only to his luck he was immediately scooped up by Zelda.

Using one of her families more expensive bottles to trap him in as she wanted to try and see if she could catch a ghost or at least had the skills to be a hunter one day. Her family was furious of her wasting one of their most expensive bottles meant for bigger spirits, but it was simple too much of a pain to take the beast out and reseal it into a different bottle. The issue was set to the side and forgiven for now, and now Zelda has a little bottle pet she keeps in her room.

At first furious to be trapped Ganon was an angry spirit in a bottle, but after some time in the bottle he came to accept life as is and mostly just naps in the bottle waiting to one day be free.

the first time Zelda and Link meet, Link accept a job from a shady individual after their older brother turned it down because Link felt bad for them.

Link was told that Zelda's family who sold them their goods a few years ago had traded for a spirit the guild captured, and that it was a friend of her that she wished to get back and help pass on. That Zelda's family had refused to give the spirit to her.

So Link would break into Zelda home to her bedroom to find the bottle with the spirit.

As they find it and try to sneak out of the room back into the rainy dark night they are stopped by zelda who stands in the middle of her room with a fireplace poker in her shaking hands demanding this stranger better put back what he stole.

Link would run and get away from her, and return to the stranger only to find he had been tricked and she only wanted the spirit of ganon to use his power to fufill her evil deeds.

Ganon is now being used to power an old weapon of his that only he could use. Angry to be moved from one prison to the other and now used to do evil for this woman.

Link after realizing they had been tricked sets out to find the stranger and fix what he caused.

Zelda joins Link to not only help fix his mistake but to get her ghost back.

and also this lil bonus doodle of a reunion of Link to their siblings from the guild Demoan and Rue who after Zelda's parents informed the guild what happend the two began to trail after Link to find them and keep them safe.

And a TOTAL melt down when they finally find them safe and sound.

[rotten-sourberry]

Sasusaku Month 2019, day 11, prompt: Chills

A sasusaku vampire au one-shot, because why not –and a little silly doodle inspired from the story :) Feel free to share your thoughts with me!

Rating: T

mini-Summary: When Sakura is dared to go inside the “haunted”-as everyone in town says- Uchiha mansions, she thinks it’s all just fairy tails. But, what started as a simple Truth or Dare game, might affect her life more than she could ever imagine.

  Sakura had heard the stories about the haunted Uchiha mansion. But still, she knew these stories were for children and she was not afraid, even though it was past midnight, and the woods near the mansion seemed to have a weird aura.

  The huge house loomed over her. The walls seemed black in the dark, and there wasn’t a single broken window.

   Weird, Sakura thought, no one has lived in that mansion, in about 200 years, they say. Why is it in such a good state?

   A sudden wind blew and she almost dropped her flashlight startled.

   It’s just the wind, no evil spirit or vampire, Sakura!, her inner self told her. Why did Ino picked that challenge in truth or dare? Why did I say dare in the first place? the pinkette wondered.

  She knew her friends were somewhere nearby, waiting for her. The only thing she had to do was to get in, go to the highest floor and take a few pictures of the interior, then get back to the car.

 She had stopped outside the massive doors. Fire symbols were carved all over the metal and in the middle was the Uchiha symbol, a fan.

  Sakura took a deep breath, pushed the doors open and picked inside. She saw a large staircase in the back and on the right the living room. Everything was in perfect order, there wasn’t even dust covering the furniture.

  She started to panic. She wasn’t the first to enter the mansion in 200 years, it wasn’t possible. But why was everything so neat as if somebody lived there? An old lady had once told her that who ever dared trespass the Uchiha compound, always came back with no memory of ever going in there. Those were just superstitions according to Sakura.

  Okay… Why don’t I just run upstairs,take the pics and get the hell out of here?, she thought.

  And so she did. She braced herself and started running up the stairs, floor by floor. Suddenly something caught her eye. On the second floor near the staircase was a portrait of a family. She moved closer to take a better look.

  Sakura felt her breath hitch. They were the most beautiful people she had ever seen. A mother, a father and two sons, the Uchiha, as the legends said. All with the same dark hair and terrifying but beautiful red eyes. Her eyes lingered to the youngest son, he appeared to be her age. Sakura for an instance thought she had seen him once, somewhere, but that didn’t make sense, so she pushed that thought aside. She decided to take a photo of the portrait before she continued rushing to the third and final floor.

  She stopped and looked around. It was a hall with a large window in th back. Sakura could see the entrance of the mansion and in the distance Ino’s silver car glowing in the deem moonlight.

 "That could be enough proof" Sakura laughed for her accomplishment and got her phone out ,once more, to capture the evidence of her victory.

   Suddenly, she felt chills as if somebody was breathing near her neck.

   "Proof for what?“ a cold, elegant voice made her jump from her place and land on her bottom.

   She looked back and felt her throat get dry. In front of her stood the youngest son looking as young and handsome as he was drawn in that portrait. If Sakura wasn’t terrified, she would probably be blushing like crazy right now.

  His eyes were blood red and had her captivated. His face like carved marble, hair like black feathers and an elegant cloak covered his body.

  "Well?” he demanded.

  Sakura felt she had to answer him, as if her life was depending on it.

  “I…I thought the mansion was abandoned. We… everyone in town did. They said it hasn’t been inhabited in about 200 years” Sakura stattered.

  “Hm, just like that time…” he smirked and Sakura felt some very weird things in her body, things that meant she was turned on by that complete -probably not human- stranger.

  “What do you mean? Who are you?” she dared asked.

  His eyes flashed even redder and suddenly she saw her twelve year old self in front of her. She was standing in front of the young Uchiha trembling in fear.

  “Nobody is supposed to live here” she heard her younger self say.

  “What’s your name?” the red eyed man had asked her.

  “Sa…Sakura Haruno…What is your name? Why do your eyes glow red?What are you doing here?”.            

     Little Sakura was quite courageous.

  “I am Sasuke Uchiha, I live here. As for my eyes… well, I am what you humans might call a vampire” he  had answered calmly.

  Sakura saw herself getting a few steps back in terror.

  “Don’t be afraid Sakura.” the man, Sasuke had said “ I won’t hurt you”.

  And her young self had relaxed just as he had said that. His eyes had powers, she thought, the myths of vampires always said so.

  More images followed, of her going back to mansion, her face bright pink everytime she had looked at Sasuke, chills rushing through her body.

  Every time he had told her to never speak of him and to not come back. She only did the first one.

   Until one day, when she saw the young Uchiha, getting closer to her and staring deep in little Sakura’s eyes.

  “Sakura, don’t come back in here. If you do, I will drink your blood”.

  Her younger self had giggled at that.

  “But you are all alone Sasuke kun, I want to be with you” she had blurted and her cheeks had the same color of Sasuke’s eyes.

 "I must be alone" he had said “but someday you might see me again”.

 "When?“ Her eyes had watered and his hands tapped her forehead.

  "I’ll tell you next time” Sasuke’s eyes had spinned and had wipped Sakura of all memories of him.  

   Older Sakura started to remember. These things had truly happend.

   In an instance, she was back at the mansion. She looked at her body. It was her nineteen self, on the floor. His eyes weren’t glowing now.

  “Why did you do that then, Sasuke kun?” Sakura said still in shock.

  “ It was the right think to do” he answered coldly.

  “But I cared about you! I loved you!” she almost screamed.

  “You were very young and weak. You would have died if you were near me any longer” his face was serious.

  “This time, I won’t let you do it again! You won’t erase my memories!” she stood up.

  “Hn” he smirked.

  “What is it?” she asked.  

  “I had warned you Sakura” he said seductively “next time you’d be here, I would drink your blood. You smell quite… delicious.” at the he leaked his lips slowly.

  Sakura thought he was trying to intimidate her, but at the same time the sound of his voice made her want to do whatever he asked of her.

   "Well , I am not afraid of you, Sasuke kun!“

   "Okay, then…” he moved very close to her face, close enough that his enticing smell had her knees weak, sending heat in certain parts of her body. With his hand, he moved a few pink locks that had escaped her ponytail, to the side and opening his mouth. His breath was hot when his fangs digged in her neck.

Sakura let out a little cry of pain and Sasuke put his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. The pain didn’t last long and as he drunk, she started feeling lightweight, her head dizzy and a weird kind of bliss. A moan escaped her lips. The young Uchiha stopped drinking and licked her neck before moving his face right in front of hers.

  “You taste even better than you smell, Sakura” his lips were inches away from hers.

   She was mesmerized. She liked the way he touched her, so close to his body and she couldn’t help herself from moving her lips closer to his.

  The kiss was soft, Sasuke’s lips cold like metal, Sakura’s hot, almost feverish. This felt so right to Sakura. She never wanted to stop kissing him. Sasuke stopped the kiss and looked at her.

   "Aren’t you going to answer if?“ he asked

   She was baffled for a moment. Then she realized her phone had been ringing for a while now.

  She reached for her pocket and took it out, Sasuke’s hand still on her waist. She picked it up.    

  "Forehead, what the hell? What’s taking you so long?” Ino’s voice sounded a little worried.

  “ Em… I…” the pinkette looked at the Uchiha, trying to figure out how to answer that question.

  The young man watched her with a daring smile, waiting to hear her lie to her friend.

  “I can’t go in!” she blurted. “ It’s too dark and I think it’s partly collapsed inside.”

  “Hm, makes sense” her best friend said “I mean, 200 years is a long time. Anyway, I’ll just find another challenge, now get your pretty butt over here” and with that she hanged up.

  “I should….” Sakura was founding it hard to talk with Sasuke looking at her so intently.

  “Go” he offered.

  “Yes… But I’ll be back! And you can’t do nothing about it!” she said with determination, before landing a quick kiss on his lips and running down the stairs and out of the mansion, before he could ever thought of erasing her memories.

  She made it to the car panting and breathing hard, but smiling as crazy.

  “Why the smile, Forehead?” Ino wondered.

 "Nothing! Just remembered something, Ino pig" she told her.

  As the car was moving towards the town, Sakura looked at mansion.

  Tomorrow, she thought, tommorow she would go back and the day after tomorrow and even after that.

[teddy-feathers]

Ive got some issues and all I got was this stupid personality disorder label

Hurting myself isnt an answer.

Substituting physical for emotional pain doesn't work ive tried.

But half the time it seems like its the only way to prove things are tearing me up inside and it matters you know?

People dont take your pain seriosuly if youre not an active danger to yourself and others.

How ever since 2012 - we wont get into the shit in 2011/2010 - i have wrecked my car intentionally at least twice to get out of something,

I have cut my arm open and made up a ridiculous story that everyone bought (and still tell people because it is sort of funny and totally something 'I' would do) because it makes more sense then what really happend - I was trying to get out of a conversation i didnt want to have

I ran away to Pittsburg without a word to anyone because it was the first flight leaving that was going someplace that didn't make sense for me to go

I commited fraud - actually for the second time in my life though this time was much different and kinda a fluke - pulled all my cash, took a bua ride to virgina where I was on the street for two days before finding the homeles shelter

Didn't talk to anyone I knew for over a year with one exception that I dont want to get into

Agreed to come home to a place I didn't want to be, to go to school despite not wanting to because it was the 'right' thing to do

Stopped going to classes no matter how.hard I tried to force myself

While for a while i DID get a shrink I stopped going to see her too even though that did make every thing more bearable

I literally find it unsafe for me to drive because the urge to wreck is constant, with some minor urges to just drive away and never come back

I DID wreck my moms car because I was rushing because going to work is such a trial I will watch the time approach until its too late or almost to late before going despite WANTING to be there

Ive lost my job because I simple stopped going because I couldn't STAND them saying nice things about me when I felt like I was fucking all the things up

At my current job I sometimes do go hide in the bathroom to calm down, or have vauge out days where I'm not really there even though Im there.

Ive been really anxious when I do just about anything except when Im not and then I think I'm just psyching myself out for the attention - even though EVERYTHING in me says ANY attention is bad attention

I basically only want to sleep. Get up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Get up. Dinner time and or shower. Back to sleep.

Only i dont always just sleep sometimes i just lay there very much not present while I scroll through tumblr because its the only medium i dont actually have to focus on.

I dont read or write or doodle or play games or do much of anything because it makes me uncomfortable. I cant focus. Feel guilty. I should be doing xyz. Bored despite really wanting to do this.

I dont talk to my friends much and part of that is the schedule - im up at five so im usually going to bed when people are free or at work.

But honestly I can feel how much time I somehow lose or waste like a sweater thats shrunk in the wash.

I shower only once to twice a week which is about the time I finally notice im gross and realize I have to do something about it or people will care

I know some of my current issue is the season but this isnt a new thing or even a dramatic worsening of the state of affairs in my life.

This is the norm it just feels worse right now.

And that's kind of terrifying.

I have very casual disregard for my wellbeing

Im apathetic or angry or want to die...

I want to suffer in a way that's physical and people care about so I can feel valid and not broken

But i dont want help because nothing is wrong

Im being dramatic

And any attention is bad attention

Because i cant explain yes I'm suffering and this is hard for me why must you go out of your way to make it worse dad - without also feeling like oh I dont tell or show him how im hurting at all and when I do its not in a way that makes him take it seriously and never has he ever changed

And it's not just him though its hard to focus on not being upset at him because every thing I normally DONT deal with comes flooding up whenever something new happens

It's... How I don't need people to treat me like I'm glass. To be sympathetic or sad at me. But itd be nice to be able to call in because I'm too scared to go to work. Or leave early because I can't hold it together this long.

And its terrifying to know that maybe my brain just doesn't handle stress well enough to work a full eight hour shift, or five days straight of work. That it takes a full day to recover from stress and during that time Im basically useless and not going to do much in the way of chores or what not.

And though I will on the second there's also a chance the doldrums will set in and going to work will feel like an impossibility the next day.

I'm not making enough money working what I am. I cant afford to cut back.

Just like I can't afford surviving another car wreck.

Just like going to a mental institute or a hospital because I cut my arm open or stabed myself in the leg or a dozen other things or just decided to draw red lines on my arm with a paring knife because even though it doesnt help it might make me feel like my pain is real even though doing it would instantly invalidate it because its for attention that I dont want not only wouldnt help but would make my life worse.

Im just. Sick of my own bullshit. And even if I could find another shrink I like, I couldnt garentee Id keeping going - hell I dont want to go right now even though I want to - and I sure as hell couldn't afford it.

Im tired of being a burden.

I dont want to be here - I shouldnt be here - and laziness and avoidance of conflict is the only reason I havent worked on going anywhere else.

I do bad on my own. Emotionally and in the taking care of myself department. But I also cant say I'm reliable for any stretch of time. Short bursts yes but not consistantly cause brain likes to avoid and run and panic and fall apart. So it also seems pointless to plan to go anywhere because I'll fuck myself over before too long.

I'm just not okay.

And I'm tired of not being okay.

And I'm upset and emotional and maybe just maybe

If i write enough of this down Ill drown it out in the senseless rambling of my own thoughts.