#ya boi kai draws

[kaisartdump]

to everyone that agreed that he indeed has rabies

Silly art ! @taikeero-lecoredier

[kaisartdump]

Bing but like before he starts yellin n shii

Perhaps it was meant to be a deterrent. That was a sensible assumption of the eclectic gathering of things outside of Bing’s door. Why else would there be a severely-manhandled (but unopened) box of gusher packets, a six pack of cool blue Gatorade, two packs of assorted stickers, several boxes of flavoured vapes, a box of pacific cooler capri suns, and a cling-wrapped bowl of moldy pizza rolls — all with the thinnest layer of dust.

Blue thought it over again, and the conclusion became painfully apparent: his brother Eric.

His gaze moved to the center of the door. One command with the admin privileges that he had would make it open; a singular thought could end the situation. Yet he stood staring while his irises rimmed by a thin ring of red warped between turquoises and violets. Why Blue of anyone? Had doing Bing’s assigned tasks for the passed two months not been enough? And then performing Ivan’s on top of that? Sending him to retrieve Bing did not make sense. Eric and Oliver were meant to be social, and any of the humans (and supposed humans) of the manor could have done this task. Blue kept away from people, and people did not talk to him. That was how things worked.

Wilford was out of the question because he has not been seen for some time (not a frequent happening but not an uncommon situation). No Wilford meant no concrete control over the Jims. Bim was another trusted hand of Dark and would have the patience to be a pest. Ed would throw a fit from lack of patience — which could work in theory. As more of the personalities of the manor were sifted through, he supposed they all were poor fits for this situation.

But that did not answer why Dark picked him.

Without any more stalling, Blue rapped his knuckles against the door and listened.

From within, Bing shrunk further down against the wall and held Vega closer, his thumb running with her hairs. Why did Eric keep coming back? Didn’t he get that Bing wasn’t somebody he’d want around? It was better if he was away from everyone where he couldn’t mess anything up. Well… he would have to get more rat food eventually but–

“Bing, I know you are not asleep.”

Blue?? The orange bot was on his feet now in shock. But he knew that monotone voice. Why was Blue here? “Just g-go away.” He winced at his voice crack as he pressed a fist to his lips. For real, man?

A response, good, thought Blue. “You have to come out, Bing.”

“No can do; it’s a bad time!” called back Bing who began frantically going through his room. Hoodies were moved about and shaken out as he began his desperate, fruitless search. “There- there’s a lot going on that you wouldn’t get, ya know?”

“I could possibly understand if you explained. This door needs to open, and you need to come out.”

Bing stopped, arms shaking as he tightly held onto the open drawer of art supplies, still no glasses to be found, and he sucked in a deep breath for his fans to circulate the air. A warning popped up in his vision that he quickly removed before wiping his drying eyes. What would he possibly say? What could he say that would get him out of this cage he was beginning to mine?

He shut his eye as tight as possible as his whole body clenched, pressure building behind the one eye as the empty socket began to dribble. “Give–” He drank in another huge breath and then began a different search. “Hold on. Give me a minute.”

Blue stilled with patience. Unlike Eric who would hug himself to fidget and possibly pace or Oliver who would chatter the entire time, Bing couldn’t hear a thing from the other side of the door. Terrifying for the half blind bot. The least crumpled hoodie was held up and checked over before he began to pull it on, wiggling his head through the hole (and maybe sticking his arm through the wrong hole at first, shut up). Now he just needed to check himself in the mirror–

Maybe not.

Bing’s lips pursed together before he began to dig his teeth into his bottom lip, gaze on the floor now while he could hear Mini jumping somewhere behind him. With forceful movement, his hands moved through his hair to muss it up thoroughly, covering up the mistake without seeing if he did well or not. Solid. Totally in the clear.

Without moving his head, Blue resumed to study the assortment of Eric’s… goods. He had thought Bing’s favourite Gatorade was orange; he must have been mistaken. His red rimmed eyes looked over the roughed up box of gushers again, which was honestly the most confusing thing here. Eric would never get a box in this condition. Then the barely-there click of the door sounded, and his eyes flicked forward attentively.

Bing’s hair was very out of place, dragged over the right side of his face, the loose curls stretched out. His hands shoved into the hoodie pocket. The eye that Blue could see was shut tight. All questionable but not his priority.

Blue’s voice began to drone, drilling through Bing’s receptors. “Bing, you have not been out of your room for fifty-nines days. Ivan began isolating fifty-one days ago, shutting his system down for sleep forty-eight days ago.” Each word was a nail, the hammer centered perfectly to drive into Bing’s cranium plate. The counted days. Ivan’s seclusion. He caused disruption. “Dark has been assigning all of your tasks to me and has recently voiced frustration at your lack of attendance for the past biweekly meetings. I am ready for your explanation as to allow me to understand your situation.”

His fans spun faster to match the pace of the world around him, everything spiraling down, down, down. When he had begun to bite his lip, he didn’t know, his acrylic teeth digging in and in and in to leave an indent. His left eye fluttered with squinting winks as tears that were not there tried to fall, more fluid trickling out from the right.

Blue paused, eyes following the orange liquid that glided down to hang on Bing’s jaw. “Your glasses are missing.”

Bing would have preferred to be punched. Or to be the one punching. His thoughts began to twist and split into black and white as he continued to stare off into the original Google. His response was slow to come, as he raised his head just enough to ‘check’ Blue. He had hit a nerve.

“...Maybe because I can’t fucking find them.” Blue blinked, eyes flecking with violet. A step forward from Bing brought Blue to take a step back to keep the other’s whole form in view. Usually Eric would be the one to diffuse Bing’s hostility, but the Google would manage.

“I can’t find my glasses, I can’t come out these doors. Now you’ve got me where you want me. And you think it’s the best idea in the UNIVERSE to try and nail me a new one? Nah man.” He got closer to him, and Blue blinked again. “Do you think I hid just because I don’t care? Just because I wanted to fuck off? I love how—” His fans were maxed. “—I LOVE how EVERYONE NOTICES ME WHEN I’M GONE. BUT NO ONE NOTICED, WHEN I WAS AROUND, OF HOW SICK I AM WITH MYSELF.”

“Bing.” A warning as Blue’s eyes fluttered to blink twice.

His right hand escaped for his fingers to count his insults. “I’m reckless and stupid and break the rules. Imperfect. Ridiculous. A fucking blight on this manor. I’ve noticed Wilford’s fucking looks, too! Those days where he forces smiles around me! Better than Dark who can’t even stomach looking at me half the time. And now they want me at meetings??

“And you! You don’t even talk to me, man!” At that time, he subconsciously brought a hand to run it straight through his mop of a head. Fuck.

Bing was frozen as Blue reached up with his left hand, and the Bing bot shivered as Blue’s hand removed his own before beginning to fix his hair. The Google’s face was blank as always. His irises were a misty grey as they kept focus on Bing’s hair, and soon both hands were adjusting the mop. His one yellow eye winked over and over to then shut when Blue wiped away the leaking fluid from his right side.

“You have been crying, and your hinges sound stiff,” Blue lulled, volume a little lower than usual. His head turned away, eyes never once looking at Bing’s remaining eye. Did he… not want to see, wondered Bing. “Come get fluid.”

[notpama]

Got bored and like any normal person proceeded to draw for 5 hours

Anyways heres Venti, this is for the Venti fandom—y’all scare me

No Reposts without explicit credit to me and my blog, and seriously you can use this to learn, not steal

Goodluck in your art journey <3

[kissenturine]

boothill,, gunplay. thats the thought,, if ur comfortable writing that ofc ofc

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 boothill x m!reader — 1.4k words, not proofread, minors do not interact

TO NOTE: gun play, slight chocking, boothill puts his gun in reader's mouth, boothill kind of bends reader over, boothill also makes reader jerk off, uh boothill kinda mean-ish, he pretends to shoot reader, aftercare is not written but it is given! lmk if i missed anyy :3

KAI SAYS: hello guys,, shorter than usual bc ive landed myself in the er due to multiple reasons haha (chronic hives, low blood pressure, fainting spells, dehydration, etc) and i miiight not be able to post until like next weekend maybe (?) so so soso sorry for the inconvenience aaargh, writing this in the hospital too... not dying tho everything super minor so!!

The first time you ever saw Boothill pull a gun was at a training centre. He said something about wanting to work on his aim, and so he decided to head there, late at night. No one else was there—just the two of you.

Boothill pulls out his gun, flicking a few bullets into the spinning revolver with practiced ease before he pulls the trigger. A loud ‘bang’ fills the room, followed by the sound of his metal bullets clinking to the floor after the shot.

“Well color me stoked.” Boothill grins, showing off his sharp teeth. “Seems I ain’t that bad after all!”

“Well, you were always good with guns, anyway.” You respond, returning Boothill’s grin with a smile of your own. He was indeed good with guns, and it was undoubtedly attractive.

Boothill’s hands spin the revolver, watching the metal clink. It was much too fast for you to see, so you didn’t know which one ended up landing. Boothill is quick to draw his gun again, smirking as he pointed it at you—straight into your chest.

“Boothill?” You question. “What are you—”

You are cut off by the loud sound of his gun shooting. Your eyes shut and you winced instinctively, your body tensing up for the bullet that was about to hit your skin.

…Yet it never happened. 

Cracking one eye open, you peer at Boothill cautiously, only to find him gripping his metal abs, a roaring laugh rolling from his lips. “Oh, darlin’ you know I’d never shoot ya!” He laughs again, though this time it was softer. “C’mon, love, I’d never hurt ya.” He murmurs sweetly as he makes his way closer to you, his gun still in hand.

He presses the muzzle playfully against your chest, trailing it up and down your abdomen. Boothill’s smirk only widened as he slipped his gun—along with the hand holding it—under your shirt. He presses the muzzle right against your nipple, watching you shiver at the cool metal.

“Boothill.” You whisper firmly. “What’re you doing?”

He says nothing, only continuing to drag his gun against your skin, sending shivers of delight across your body.

Eventually, his gun finds its way to the hem of your pants. Boothill gives you a wicked smile before he uses his free hand to yank down your pants and boxers, exposing your half-hard cock. “Well, ain’t that a pretty sight.” He cooes, letting the muzzle of his gun rest against your tip.

“Jerk it for me, pretty boy.” Boothill says. You blink up at him, confusion filling your face.

“Huh…?” You question.

“I said.” Boothill groans, pressing the muzzle of his gun harder into your tip. “Jerk it for me, or else I’m gonna be shootin’ this pretty lil’ dick o’ yours.” Boothill wouldn’t really. You knew that. He said it himself. And yet… the fear that he would is still there, forcing small tears to well in your pretty eyes as you looked up at him desperately.

“O-Okay.” You comply, wrapping your hand around your shaft as you slowly start to glide your closed fist up and down.

“Good boy.” Boothill praises, and his voice makes your dick twitch against his gun.

You move your hand, squeezing as you get to your tip and rolling your thumb to spread your precum. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as Boothill rocked the muzzle of his gun in time with your hand.

“Look at ya.” He groans, his free hand going to squeeze at your throat. “Gettin’ off to my gun pointed at ya.” Boothill smirks, rolling the revolver again until the familiar ‘click’ sound resounds around the room. “Pretty thing, d’ya even know what this could do to you? Or are you too dumbed down already?”

“Stop teasin’” You whine, your hand's pace slowing as you turn your gaze away from Boothill’s. “Not that dumb yet…”

“Yet.” He repeats, removing his gun from your dick. “Think I can change that real quick, no?” A sharp laugh escapes Boothill’s lips as he suddenly hoists you up and off the barstool you sat on. He spins your body with only a smidge of grace as he lands you roughly on your stomach against the table, your ass now facing Boothill.

“Aeons, you’re so pretty…” He murmurs, his hands roughly groping the fat of your ass. “Can’t believe yer all mine…”

A whine slips from your lips, high and pathetic as your eyes flutter closed. “Yeah…” You whisper. “All yours…” You feel Boothill drag the muzzle along your back—sliding it under your shirt, before he pulls his arm up, tearing through the thin fabric. You shiver at the newfound cold, goosebumps prickling your exposed skin.

You hear the zipper of his pants as he pulls it down, pulling out his cock and tapping it against your clothed ass before he’s yanking down your shorts. Boothill traces a metal finger around your puckered rim, eyeing you carefully. “Such a cute ‘lil hole…” He whispers out breathlessly. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ destroy it.”

The instant Boothill stops speaking, you feel the tip of his metal cock push past your hole, stretching you out more than you could ever imagine—despite doing this with him before. “Boothill.” You moan out, eyes fluttering as you crane your neck to look at him—only to have your face pushed right back into the table by the shove of his gun against the back of your head,

“Stay still f’me, pretty.” Boothill groans, easing his cock into you. The more he pushes in, the more painful the stretch is… And yet, the more painful it is, the more pleasure your body seems to derive from it. Boothill is only halfway in when you feel like you’ve been stuffed to your limit. A pathetic sound escapes you and you feel his gun press down harder.

Boothill removes his gun from you, using it to force your head to the side. He leans down, spitting a thick glob of spit all over the muzzle, smirking as it gets his gun all messy. “Open.” He taps it against your lips, making sure to smear his spit all over. Boothill’s smirk only widens when you follow, opening your mouth and letting his muzzle sit between your pretty lips. “Atta boy.” He whispers, thrusting with full force his cock into your awaiting hole.

“Boothill…!” You moan out, though it’s muffled by his gun pressing against the flat of your tongue. Your thighs tense at the sudden pleasure. A gurgly whine leaves your throat. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Boothill growls, pressing his gun deeper into your throat. His thumb goes to spin the revolver, making sure it lands on a slot with a bullet before continuing, “and you will. Ya know why, cutie? ‘Cause you're my good boy, and good boys take what they’re given.”

He sets a brutal pace after, thrusting into you relentlessly. It doesn’t matter how you plead, all Boothill does is press his gun further down your throat—until you’re sure your lips will bleed from the stretch. Eventually, his tip knocks against your prostate, sending you over the edge. Your dick squirts a load, all over the table and floor, yet Boothill doesn’t falter.

“Look at you, cummin’ like a slut.” He groans, and his pace seems to increase. He’s suddenly going harder, faster, everything that makes your head spin with the added overstimulation.

You cry against the gun, tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Boothill seems to enjoy the sight, leaning down to kiss softly against the back of your neck, his free hand wrapping around your waist and fisting your spent cock.

“That’s it…” He coos. “You think ya can give me one more?” His hand increases, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he knocks into your prostate again and again and again. “C-C’mon, need t’do it together.” You nod your head eagerly, drool slipping from between the corner of your lips and his gun.

Boothill thrusts harshly, finally sending you over the edge for the second time, and you feel his metal dick twitch in time with you. Your eyes roll back, ecstasy overwhelming you as Boothill pumps a thick, sticky load into your ass, painting your walls white.

“You’re so good f’me…” He coos into your ear, sliding his gun slowly out of your mouth. With a familiar click, the resounding sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the room as he shoots his last bullet into the table—right by your head. “You’re always so good an’ pretty with my gun…”

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @helloanime @kiekole (send ask without anon to be added)

© KISSENTURINE. do not translate, plagiarize, edit, or repost

[oldwritingm]

Ninjago - Their Favorite Places to Kiss You

Nya

Hands!!

She loves how convenient it is, particularly when you’re already holding hands

Like, you guys will just be chilling or walking along, and she’ll quickly bring your hand to her lips and give it a quick kiss before lowering it again

If you glance over at her after, you’ll see a contented smile on her face

That smile will be complimented with a subtle blush if you kiss her hand back

Though those casual kisses are her favorite, she also likes more intimate ones

I can see her gently rubbing her thumb over your knuckles while she brings your hand to her lips, kissing each joint and knuckle slowly and deliberately

If she’s feeling extra mushy she’ll move on to your face, peppering it with kisses as well

Her kisses are sooo soft man,,, you already know she uses the nicest smelling chapstick

AND the prettiest lipstick

You’ll get little colored marks if she’s applied it recently, which she always giggles at

Jay

Shoulders/neck!

It’s the warmth of your skin that draws him in

He likes to just rest his chin on you, taking in your warmth

Then he’ll give you a kiss right on your shoulder, prolonging the contact as long as possible

He just loves the feeling of that soft warmth on his face

And he’ll breathe in your scent, humming dreamily with a deep inhale

He’ll be slow with his kisses, with long gaps between them

He slowly follows your collarbone up to your neck

He’ll rest his cheek against your neck, feeling your pulse against his cheekbone

He reserves these moments for when you’re alone, of course

Bro might be clingy but he does have some dignity

In public the most he’ll do is lean down to give your shoulder a quick kiss from behind, usually when he thinks no one is looking

Just a quick hit of that addictively soft warmth

(And I am so sorry but there is only about a 40% chance that his lips aren’t going to be chapped, he does NOT know what chapstick is)

Cole

Top of your head :)

I headcanon him to be super tall, so it’s pretty easy for him to reach the top of your head

Even if you are taller than him though, he still loves nothing more than to plant a kiss up there

It makes him feel protective over you :)

He especially loves to do this when you’re cuddling; you’ll be laying on him with your head on his chest and he’ll just crane his neck a bit to kiss you

He likes how noninvasive it is; if you’re sleeping, he can do it without waking you, and if you’re just chilling, he can do it without bothering you

Sometimes he’ll even just kiss you as he walks by, stooping down for a half second and walking away like nothing happened

If you have hair, he’ll pretend he got it stuck on his lips when he’s feeling silly

He’ll just start going “pteh! Ppphhh!!!” after smooching you

It makes you both laugh every time :)

If you’re bald he’ll pat your head so it makes a smacking noise while he kisses you

He just goes “smack and smack” (“smack” as in hit and “smack” as in kiss)

He has one tube of chapstick that’s lived in his pocket for literal years; he only uses it when he remembers it exists (which is kinda rare)

But our boy stays hydrated, so dw about his lips ever being chapped 💪

Kai

Ya mouth

It’s very intimate, which he likes :)

He’ll wrap his arms around you while he kisses you, holding you close to deepen the kiss

But he also likes quick little pecks that hardly last a second

He uses those as casual greetings/goodbyes

He saves the more passionate kisses for more meaningful occasions

Like if you’ve been apart for a long time or it’s a holiday or a sweet moment

He has so many tubes of chapstick

Ever since he started dating you he got self-conscious about having chapped lips, so he ALWAYS has to have at least one with him at all times

If he forgets, he just buys another (hence the ridiculous amount he owns)

And when he gets a new one, he likes to see if you can guess the flavor ;)

Like the chapstick challenge from like 2017 (I am so sorry but I don’t know the exact year 😭)

And he can always tell when you’re trying a new chapstick

He knows all your chapsticks by heart

Zane

Forehead!

To him it’s like he’s kissing your mind, which he loves

He thinks you’re brilliant <3

And he knows that the personality is mainly sourced in the brain

So, to him, he’s kissing the your essence

It’s very meaningful

But it’s also just more convenient; he’s also super tall

And it’s less awkward

He’s a little shy when it comes to physical affection, but a forehead kiss is just casual enough for him :)

When he is feeling especially touchy, though, he’ll put a hand on the back of your head and hold your head against his shoulder after he kisses you

His lips are literally never chapped

But sometimes he puts on chapstick anyway, just to be safe

It’s always just plain; no flavors for him

But sometimes he asks to try out your flavored chapstick (indirect kiss!??!! 🤯)

Lloyd

Eyelids!

He kisses you so gently

He’ll hold your face still with his hands, slowly drawing you closer to ensure that he hits the mark

He’d hate to screw it up; he knows that eyes are not exactly resistant to pressure

So, even though it makes him a little nervous, he’ll always take the time to kiss you softly right on your eyelids

Maybe it’s the necessary softness that makes it so special for him

I think that sometimes he’s a little afraid of his own power, so being gentle like that is therapeutic for him

He feels like it’s proving to you (and himself) that he can be gentle when he wants

He strictly uses those chapsticks that are supposed to be flavored like candy/soda

But only the ones that are ACTUALLY sweet

Good stuff only

It motivates him to use them more often, so his lips are always soft :)

And they smell nice too

Thanks so much for reading!! Just wanted an excuse to make more nya content to make something a little more chill today :] Take care my lovely duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[kaisartdump]

I went to the concert in detroit for Ryan Caraveo and this song was IT. Lmfao. I’ve been listening to this artist since i was still in school and being able to see him finally was a whole other level for me. Even though i was genuinely soaked and wet from standing in the rain lmaoo.

He also ended up playing ‘Ghost’ which was the first song I ever heard from him and i lost brain cells 😌🖤

[stxrysnow]

its me again!! For this one can it be megumi x reader, the reader is a bubbly, adventurous, curious and silly person but their extremely kind and witty. [also smart, and sassy at times] The scenario can be just them doing stuff together like baking, going to a playground, coffee date, its your choice!

— a taste of your love.

synopsis. megumi’s had his fair share of having people who’re energetic, loud and annoying— much to his distaste— though deep down, he knows he loves them; no matter how much he tries to deny it.

although, he just can't help but want a taste of you— a taste of your love.

genres/themes. megumi fushiguro x reader, fluff, golden retriever and black cat dynamic, baking with megumi!, megumi silently admiring reader LMAO, two idiots in love, megumi is learning to love the reader (precious boy omg)

jiah’s notes. hello! senkyu for making this request ! < 3 i wanna feed shiro and kuro the best dog biscuits that ever exist, just wait till i summon them. (/j

... unless? LMAOO)

word count. 1.3k

megumi was still in the process of understanding you.

now, now— don’t blame him, that poor guy has been surrounded by highly energetic people all his life— be it tsumiki, his oh so nice sister— though, sometimes too sweet for her own good— or his friend yuuji— simply a ball of sunshine, that guy was; although he was a bit… naïve at times, or satoru— his ‘benefactor’ (also the guy he didn’t like to admit was his father figure) — often regarding him as an annoying, loud idiot.

but strangely enough, megumi had learnt to love them all the same— something that came from deep within, something that was hidden under his aloof demeanour.

and oh he simply despised to admit it to himself— to admit that he actually cared.

“ ’gumi, hand me the chocolate chips, will ya?” your voice said, drawing him out of his reverie— a simple blink and he was reaching up for the ingredient in the cabinet, hands strangely having a mind of their own.

dark green eyes searching your own as he placed the container on the kitchen counter, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something—

yet no words came out. you always rendered him speechless, both literally and emotionally.

“aw, thanks!” watching your eyes light up in the way it always did whenever he did even the bare minimum— megumi didn’t try to notice how his heart skipped a beat, didn’t try to notice how he swallowed a lump in his throat that had formed without him realising.

didn’t try to admit how much he craved your attention— didn’t try to admit how much craved you.

“did you get the cakes for shiro and kuro? poor things, i can’t eat this infront of them,” you tut, stirring the brownie batter with practiced precision, and megumi didn’t miss how your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly when you did so; how your teeth habitually dug into your bottom lip whenever you were focused— oh how he couldn’t help but notice every damn thing about you.

it almost annoyed him.

you turned your head to face him, the hint of a smile that was always there with you still playing at your lips— “oi, earth to fushiguro. what’re you thinkin’ ?”

keyword: almost.

“i have,” megumi answered, trying to sound stoic but even he didn’t miss the slightly hoarse undertone of his voice— making his ears turn a delicate shade of red. “don’t worry ’bout it.”

“ooo-kay, okay,” you chirped, letting out a small laugh— god, why were you even laughing?— now you’ve made his cheeks pink.

and yet, the boy wanted nothing but to hear the sound of your laughter again and again— until it would be embedded into his very soul, like some forbidden memory only he could reach.

“hm.”

slender fingers of his rested against the cool tiles of the kitchen counter as he turned his head in your direction as you worked, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but just stare— eyelashes fluttering so delicately against his pale skin that one might just think that he didn’t want to close his eyes.

and so he didn’t.

how could he? you were there. before his very eyes.

you and your pretty eyes which seemed to shine no matter how dark the world got, you and your kindness that stood out like a sore thumb against the crowd— you and your insufferable self—

you.

megumi’s gaze lingered on your form, eyes skimming over the smallest of details— every little scar, every little movement of your hand that caused a vein to twitch, every little, though barely visible, freckle or mole.

and for a moment, he wanted nothing but to just step over and bury his nose into his your hair and breathe in your scent, pull you into his arms and never, ever let go—

“you’re staring.”

and oh how he turned red— his breath catching in his throat whilst he blinked, looking at you with almost a comically bewildered expression— cheeks flushing such a pretty shade of red that you secretly vowed to yourself to do anything in your wits to make him blush like that again, and again.

“i— . . . uh,” megumi stuttered, mentally cursing himself for even falling for your unintentional charms— how he loathed, yet relished in that cheshire grin of yours, “ ’m not.”

“yeahh, sure you aren’t, ’gumi,” you cooed, a small snicker escaping your lips, and ah how the boy’s ears turned a deeper shade of red as he found himself growing more and more flustered by the passing seconds.

“don’t call me that.”

he tried to ignore the way your eyes lit up even more at his half-mumbled reply— grin widening even more in a way that almost made you look so dumb with how much you were smiling— but then again, that was one of the reasons why megumi was so hopelessly in love with you.

“oh? you don’t like it, hm?” snickering, you dipped a finger of yours into the rich brownie batter— holding it out to him in a silent invitation to taste it, all the while you held that damn smile on your face.

how he wanted to roll his eyes— like he usually did whenever someone else tried to pull a similar stunt— oh how he wanted to respond with a blunt retort that was somehow always oh the tip of his tongue, how he wanted to be annoyed by your teasing.

so, of course, he quietly stepped forward— gently bringing your finger up to his lips to taste the batter— of course he wanted to feel your touch on his lips for a little while longer.

it was always different with you.

“i have a name,” megumi grumbled, eyes looking anywhere but your face— fingers reluctantly letting go of your own, his free hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “the batter’s alright, by the way.”

“of course you have a name,” you huffed out a small laugh, transferring the brown liquid into a container, “though, i do distinctly remember you acting all grumpy when i called you megumi instead of ’gumi the last time we had a sleepov—”

“shut up,” he said in a slightly harsh tone, but you knew better than to take it seriously— partly because you were just too much of a light-hearted person to do so and partly because you knew that megumi needed time to process his feelings.

“mhm, okay,” you tittered, shaking your head as that smile never left your face— letting out a small gasp as you felt strong yet hesitant arms wrap around your waist from behind, and oh how your heart skipped a beat whilst you turned back to glance at him over your shoulder.

megumi nuzzled into the crook of your neck; dark locks spiking up in the same way which you adored so much whilst obscuring the view of his eyes in such a pretty manner that made your heart swell— arms wrapped in a tender yet firm grip, as if he was afraid to break you if he held on too tight— yet too frightened by the possibility that you might disappear the moment he let go.

“you’re so . . . annoying,” he mumbled against your skin, still refusing to meet your gaze, earning a hum from you in response.

“d’you hate it, though?” a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips whilst you tapped the container against the countertop, making the batter even out.

“yes,” he replied, but you knew better— of course you did, you always did— a pause of his movements, hands around your waist tensing up for a second before he spoke up again— “ . . . no.”

you could only let out a small chuckle in response.

“as i thought.”

understanding you and himself would take some time, he knew that.

but for once, megumi wanted to understand— wanted to know you, wanted to have a taste of you— a taste of your love.

☆ @dontcarehowlongittakes on tumblr. do not copy or post any of my works without my permission.

[whats-it-mean]

What having your very own Knight is for ☆

KNIGHTS x Reader (separate) saving you from a creep

A/N - celebrities and idols get harassed fairly often (sadly) so i felt like this made sense ^^ also im not very good at writing arashi or leo VERY SORRY il try to improve as i write more for Knights. Most of these can be read as platonic but Izumi and Ritsu’s parts are slightly more romantically-coded because… im down bad

TW - People who wont take no for an answer >:(

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Intro

You clenched your fist as you desperately tried to pull it away from the grasp of the person in front of you, who had grabbed you by the wrist to stop you from getting away.

“Let go of me-”

The person in front of you only scoffed, tightening their grip on your wrist before grinning down at you. You could feel your fight or flight response kicking in, and you mentally flipped through your options in that moment, before you snapped your head up at the sound of footsteps drawing near.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Leo Tsukinaga

You could barely process everything with how fast it happened, but suddenly you felt your wrist being released, and the next thing you could see was the well known King Leo, standing in front of you with an arm outstretched, his eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristically serious expression.

There was a moment of silence, Leo staring directly at the individual across from him, before breaking into a pout and placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s not very nice, ya know.” He huffed, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder towards you. “You okay?” You nodded, to which he properly turned around to face you, now completely ignoring your aggressor. “How could he!? Are you hurt? Here, we should go back to the Knights’ practice room…” He turned back around to face the other individual, who was watching, dumbfounded. “I’m not done with you, either! Hmmph. rude. What makes you think they’d even wanna hang around with a loser like you?”

You blinked at the boy’s antics, simply watching in awe as he continued to fire off insults and them, grinning slightly any time that they showed a reaction. After a moment, you heard a scoff and they simply turned and walked away, clearly upset.

Leo turned back to you. “Well! Now that that’s taken care of… Let’s go do something fun, ‘kay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Arashi Narukami

It was as if the breath left your body as Arashi resorted to grabbing you carefully by the hand and glaring directly into the eyes of them, showcasing a surprising amount of strength as she pulled their hand away from your wrist without a word. She paused for a moment, giving them the dirties glare you had ever seen her give, so much so that you got shivers.

The moment she could, she turned on her heel and ushered you away in a rush, making sure to keep her touch on your hand gentle, her expression slightly anxious. The moment you two rounded the corner and she felt you were far enough away, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” She asked, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

“I- Im fine.”

Arashi looked you up and down as if inspecting for ay sort of damage, glancing once around the corner once to make sure your aggressor was gone before leaning forward and bringing you into her arms, holding you as close to her as possible as if it would bring her some solace.

“I was so worried for you. Next time that happens, call me, okay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Izumi Sena

“I said let go of---”

You were cut of by the undeniable feeling of Izumi’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, as without even sparing a glance behind you, you knew he wasn’t happy. At the sight of him, the person in front of you released your wrist instantaneously, and Izumi slowly stepped back, bringing you with him.

All the silver-haired boy did was sigh, holding you ever so slightly closer before finally averting his glare, which had been trained on your aggressor the whole time.

“You really shouldn’t touch what is’t yours.” He muttered, taking one moment to glance over the other’s figure- most likely to memorize their face in hopes of talking to them later, in private- before starting to walk away, arm still around your shoulder to assure you stayed by his side.

“You had me worried there, you know.” He huffed, glancng around like he was on edge. “It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you safe.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Ritsu Sakuma

All you could see when you looked up from the ground was the familiar white of Ritsu’s favorite sweater as he stood in front of you, reaching out a hand and giving a lazy shove to the person in front of him. Despite his usual tired way of going about things, you could sense how tensed up he was.

“Oi. Leave them alone.”

An immediate sense of safety washed over you, as you took a step forward to peek over his shoulder as he stared down at your now very nervous aggressor. He glanced in your direction for a moment, assuring himself that you were alright, before turning back.

“You know-” He let out a quick yawn. “Me and my brother are vampires. I wouldn’t suggest messing with people dearest to us” He narrowed his eyes at them for a moment, watching until they left in a hurry. Ritsu turned to you, almost immediately leaning onto you and closing his eyes once they were gone. “You okay?”

“Yeah- Thanks, Ritsu.”

“Any time. I can’t have you getting hurt, now can I?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Tsukasa Suou

You could tell when he stepped protectively in front of you that Tsukasa was nervous, but he stood his ground nonetheless, keeping up his chivalrous nature. He kept his chin tilted upwards, attempting with as much confidence as he could muster to look like he wasn’t anxious.

“You need permission to touch someone.” He said, voice sharp as he stood there, staring down at your aggressor. 

They opened their mouth to say something, most likely some sort of shitty comeback, but you didn’t really hear as your mind was still struggling to catch up to you- all you could really focus on was how thankful you were that Tsukasa had arrived to save you. And the fact that he was trying so hard to appear strong for you- it was adorable.

You could sense Tsukasa falter at their comment, but he maintained his disposition. He muttered some sort of threat regarding ‘The student council president’, and they finally gave up and left. The moment they were out of earshot, Tsukasa let out a sigh of relief and turned to you, fawning over you in a rather panicked manner until you assured him you were fine and they hadn’t done anything.

“God… I’m so glad you’re safe. I’m not sure if I’d forgive myself otherwise.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

[eyesxxyou]

(rq, ftm!reader) maybe something w all the diff variants of hobie? them all spoiling you, being all touchy and needy, maybe something about how much they need this, how in their universe you're still in the friendzone

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💿 ꩜ ❝ favor ❞ hobie brown x ftm trans!reader ꩜ 💿

❝ contents ❞ dilf!Hobie, loser!Hobie, mean!Hobie, kissing, palming, sharing between them, dry humping, implied foursome

Hands. So many hands. Pulling at your clothes, grappling at your flesh. Fingers press and knead supple skin to bruise under the weight of their desire. Lips pass you around like a joint, each maintaining the same shape you almost thought you were kissing the same person. You were kissing the same person technically. There were just so many of him.

Hobies, all spawning from universes slightly different than the next. Their lips all tasted the same but it was no difficult feat differentiating one from the other based on how they loved you. Despite their hands, fiending for a feel, a sliver, a taste of you, they take turns with you.

You’re passed between the 3 of them, so similar yet so different it leaves you delirious.

The first one is visibly older than the rest of them by about 10 years, settled nicely in his early to mid 30s. Hobie was handsome, aged like fine wine. Smile lines etched into his dark skin by the sands of time, a few stray hairs slowly turning more gray by the day. He lived a happy life, presumably with a child. You wondered if in his universe, they were yours; that child.

He kissed you deeply, like he missed you, like it’s been so long. His hand settled against your neck, between the peppered kisses of the others against your tender pulse points. Thumb stroking against the rhythmic beat of your pulse.

This Hobie held an air of maturity around him, a responsibility that the other have yet to understand. His tongue lapped at the seam of your lips and with each stroke he coaxed your lips apart. “Are ya ‘kay wit’ this?” The sweet baritone of his voice hummed against your lips, hand holding your waist to keep your body flushed with his. You nodded, sighing just enough to let him slip his tongue into your mouth and explore steadily cautiously.

He took his time exploring you. Lavishing in every shiver and moan you offered up to him like a sacrifice to a god. “It's okay,” he cooed into your mouth, “yer such a good boy f’me. ‘m gonna pass ya off but I’ll be righ’ here if ya need me.”

He offered you up to the next Hobie and you cried softly at the feeling of his lips leaving yours but just as quickly as his lips parted, another pair found yours, identical to his.

His hands were far more timid, his kisses less experienced than those that preceded him. It was almost cute how hard he tried to kiss you with some semblance of authority. It was an act and you knew it. It was easy to overpower him, your tongue dragged over his bottom one, teeth nipping til he moaned.

This Hobie almost trembled under your touch, stammering over his few words. “Fuck, yer— God…” he let out in baded breaths “Yer so-” he choked. “Pretty.” He panted into your mouth, hands squeezing softly at the pudge of your body. Your hands guided his from place to place, letting him find purchase on your ass where he kneaded the flesh almost respectfully.

“He doesn't know how to handle you.” Another Hobie whispered in your ear, his hands grasping your waist and pulling you out of the weak grasp of one Hobie and into the next.

This one, this one was aggressive, demanding. His hands grasped so hard that you were sure there’d be bruises in their shape later on. Despite all their holding, caressing, grabbing, and pulling. Hands sliding under your shirt, brushing over your swollen, perky nipples. This one held you the tightest.

His hand held a firm place around your tender throat, squeezing until you felt you could hardly draw air into your lungs. You liked his roughness, the way he bit your lip and drew just the smallest bit of blood until your kiss held the smallest twing of a metallic aftertaste.

This Hobie was the possessive type, his eyes flickered to the others and his lips curled into a snarl at them. He had look in his golden gaze, feral, mean, unyielding. Not in the mood to share. His tongue parted your lips forcefully, stroking your tongue and pressing it back to give himself full access to your hot, wet mouth. His hand reached between your thighs and cupped your sweet cunt in his large palm, claiming it as his.

“The tings I’d do t’ya if I had ya alone.” He murmured.

“Don't hog ‘im. He’s ours too.” The second Hobie whined, his hands tugging at you to pull you back into his arms. His lips were against the side of your throat, the thick of his clothed cock pressed against the round of your ass.

“We agreed to share.” The older Hobie commented. He grabbed your chin gently and turned your pretty little head towards him. His eyes were softer than the other two, wiser as well.

“Ya don' know how much we need this, luv. Yer doin’ is a favor. Be a good boy f’me and le’ is ‘ave our way wit’cha, yeah?”

You found yourself nodding, a choked whimper escaping your lips as the last Hobie, the mean one grasped your face, nimble yet strong fingers turning your face to kiss you while the quiet Hobie kept thrusting his hips into you, whining all the while into the nape of your neck.

You told yourself you were doing them a favor.

taglist: @hobs-kiss, @hoe-bie

[kaisartdump]

THIS IS MY FRIENDNDN

Doodle of a self-portrait.

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

@leonardalphachurch ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE (in reference to this post)

Donut thinks his fursona is a red wolf, all handsome charm and roguish double’o’donut vibe but NO he’s a collie to me, specifically a rough/scots collie— he’s pretty he’s fluffy, he does good work but theres nothing behind those eyes affectionately. Also he likes to be told when he’s a good boy DOING A GOOD JOB

Grif… would not make a fursona for himself, but I think Kai makes one for him a-la garfield (fat orange cat) and he appreciates the Iconic humor of it at least and u know what i do think kai is right in the cat aspect but more maine coon less garfield (still fat tho /pos)- the kind of big lazy cat that make you do a double take bc like is that a big house cat or a bobcat, ya know?

Simmons does not Want a Fursona thank you very much he’s not Weird (tm) I'm telling you, he is a chihuahua. Puntsized ball of anxiety that bites and thinks its meaner than he is(but still pretty capable of being a mean little bastard, just,, not as big of one as he thinks)

Sarge Knows his fursona is a bald eagle. Bc its American. Patriotic! Sounds like a red hawk! Even better! He’s a pitbull— big brick of a head, mean reputation, but he’s a protective kind of caring at heart and u know he’s got that Iconic pittie grin

Lopez is hard, honestly, and if you asked him youd either get No Answer, or something thrown at you i think but like his fursona is like transformer mech bullshit that no one ever wants to draw and if you commissioned it you get like 20+ complex design additional charges because the rivets have to be 100% accurate and if they arent he would Know, its not even a fursona really at this point its just a cool mech body he wont ever build bc he doesnt trust anyone else to not fucking break it but emotionally its his fursona - the fursona I assign him is a remote control warthog, bc im sorry dude but i cannot give you a proper fursona to save my life my brain just refuses to do it so, goofy shit it is

SHEILA is, wonderfully, a sea turtle. Specifically i’m partial to a leatherback for her just for the scale factor alone but just the vibe in general of just,, seat turtle fits her idk how to describe it. In character, i do think she would misunderstand the assignment and just be like “oh! Im a Scorpion” bc thats the casual term for the M808B main battle tank in halo

Church(A), like simmons, REFUSES to even Consider it (epsilon considers it a Lot okay, theta’s got some cool design concepts but keep it on the dl bud) but i think he’s gotta be idog from the early 2000s. But like an edgy one the kind that were born of 12 yearolds traced over google images of the normal ones and recolored into Original Characters (i think their shape is based on beagles iirc??? Or labs), but yeah those things. If pressed, epsilon auto answers wolf but in that asshole way that sounds like he’s being a dick about it but no thats his actual answer

Caboose is a great dane. He’s just Great like that!! Yay! Friend shaped, really not used to being uhh mindful of his size and strength but loyal and protective ya know?? He's the only one who i think would correctly clock his own fursona on the first try

Tex would claim something badass like a tiger or something, but she’s like,,, a mockingbird :) i mean it IS the state bird of texas, and well... shes not a mockery of anything but she isnt the og either, ya know

Tucker claims a fox, because he’s sly and bitches Love foxes but to me?? Bluejay. Brightly colored, loud, mean little corvid asshole. Too damn clever for his own good- i would also maybe give him peacock or kingfisher if feeling more like,, flamboyant but he just feels very jay to me. maybe its the corvid bastard thing, or the bluejay in my backyard choosing the tree by my window as prime screaming spot for 6 am yelling for like a month but the vibe is there

Kai has so many furry characters. With the worst application of color theory known to man but somehow it works for her brand??? Sparkle dogs man, the woman is made for making sparkle dogs!! If i assign her cat to match grif, it'd specifically the kind of like bengal, this cat climbs walls kind of cat you know?? Zoomies all day every day! BUt i think more accurately to Kai as a person? Raccoon. Mischief and little grabby bastard hands and she would love it

Washington, if asked would shrug and say probably a cat bc u know, nine lives and all that- no. Im sorry cat wash truthers I respect cat wash, but nah Washington is a dog boy to me im sorry and specifically he’s a little Jack Russell terrier thats fast and vicious but man sometimes u gotta remember he’s like,,, he’s smaller than a cat man you gotta give him some help ya know?? Dont make him do it alone!!!

.......Or a horse i dont know how to elaborate on that one just,,, trust me

Carolina is oblivious to the concept of fursonas almost entirely, but she’s a greyhound and you know im right

Locus is genuinely the hardest one to place and i dont think he’d come up with a fursona for himself, but he gets assigned wolf by Donut i feel it, the whole lone wolf thing he has going and all during his redemption! Which honestly???? Maybe yeah? An argument could be made for another working dog (HELLO German Shepards my god) (context here: i had a german shepard/corgi mix, he was my lil guy, he was too damn smart for his own good and patrolled the back yard fence up until he couldnt keep his hips underneath himself anymore and then! He! kept! trying! So yes that does influence my input on german shepard locus) i just struggle to see locus as a dog???? Dogs are very high energy which -gestures to red team- but locus rarely has that same baseline energy i associate with dogs??? He’s hard to pin down and i’ve yet to manage it but im partial to something arboreal,,, the first thing that comes to mind on that train of thought is a binturong and i lost it imagining that so sure we'll go with that i have a lot of thoughts about locus

Felix wouldve loved the energy of being like the lucky cat with nine lives. I personally dont care for felix, but he would be that guy with like, its not a proper fursona bc he wouldnt b caught dead calling it that, but he has a fursona for scamming people and driving up the prices on auctions for no reason other than to fuck with people when he's bored. I subscribe to weasel/ferret Felix personally, specifically a yellow bellied weasel bc theres just,, honestly the name amuses me with the implications. He’s difficult to catch and handle, energetic and gets into shit no one wants him getting to. It fits

Doyle is a mouse, maybe MAYBE a rabbit, he doesnt know what fursonas are either but he just checks the mouse box for me personally,, very holdable, but skittish and might still bite you if u scare him bad enough

Dr Emily Grey does not have a fursona but she does think theyre neat and has let her patients all give her one, tho none of them agree on what she is. I think she's a shrike, specifically a great grey shrike! they're VICIOUS little birds, who dont look like much but they regularly hunt shit twice their size and are also known for impaling bugs on thorns and like, barbed wire?? theyre neat, and technically i think they count as corvids? clever little hunting machines

Kimball is definitely a german shepard tho like while im on the fence about it for Locus, there is no question about it for her she checks the boxes fits the vibe right down to the way she guards the new republic and chorus with her heart just under her sleeve

Sharkface. Shark. I mean….really. SPECIFICALLY THO a tiger shark tho, and he would absolutely be a dick if you implied a great white or a megalodon would be “better” bc no tiger sharks are exactly the kind of shark he should be thank you VERY much

thats everyone i have STRONG fursona assignment feelings for, and some are more flexible than others or more solid in some cases but YEAH! i think about this shit. a lot sidebar: i think the chorusans who know and are open about fursonas would probably use weird alien animals from chorus when picking them which makes this harder for them specifically bc the ones who would have fursonas arent limited to earth animals

all images are from the wiki pages for the animals! except for lopez. thats from the amazon page for the warthog

[kaisartdump]

grumpy dark on his day off

@taikeero-lecoredier

[rott1ngbra1n]

Sorry for being sudo inactive!! I’ve been on a trip, where I got to see Sweeney Todd on Broadway!! Genuinely such a good show. If I went on about how amazing it was, we’d be here all day

But on the note of me being gone for a bit, ya boi has been crafting! Along with some more ramblings as usual-

More art below the cut (under my ramble-)

The chapter one outline of the Alley Cat AU has been completed! Now it’s on to drawing some panels out and finalizing the draft! Of course I will probably post more concept work before then, as some details still need to be worked out. But we are making headway!

I’m going to also work on making a masterpost here soon, so that way everything is in one neat spot. But the story will be hosted here! Here’s some more smaller concept work to tide you guys over until the next post! I obviously want to finish a couple chapters but I’ve also started work on a chapter explaining how Morro met his cat! Originally the cat was unnamed but I think Wisp works well for them, I will try to finish the reference sheets for all of the characters before I post any chapters.

I’m also going to finish up my work on chapter one, before posting any of it. So that way the wait between isn’t as awful (fun fact that’s been my New Year’s resolution- to try and post more-) but please be patient with me, I’ve never really worked on a project this big before and I am a full time college student with a job. So I will do my best!

I want to let you guys know as well, the ninja and their dynamic with Lloyd will stay pretty similar to that of the show. With them obviously being suspicious of Lloyd and his “cat”, but because they find him and Lloyd doesn’t try to do anything regarding the Serpentine (because Morro shook some sense into him-) there’s no residual “you unleashed the snakes on us-“ vibes. Instead right off the bat Kai takes one look at Lloyd and says “You are now my little brother. You cannot deny this.”, adding more fluff.

That also means we have to find another person who unleashes the serpentine. Because plot reasons and all that jazz, I’m working on it but I think it would be funny if Jay did it by accident or one of the other darkly boys did it. I’ll toy with both ideas and some other ones before I settle on it, I have time. I hope.

I’ve got some other things I’m cooking up, some Ninjago related, others pertaining to other fandoms I’m in.

Aside from that, I also have a Redbubble! There’s some stuff in there I’m reworking, so a minder and apology for that, but I’m going to try to get some more Ninjago works posted up there. Along with some original works! Here’s the link if you’d like to check it out!

I also have a KoFi that I am also redoing and working on! If you’d like to commission me, that would be the spot! I’m still trying to figure it out so if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask! KoFi link here!

I really appreciate all of your kind words and reblog tags (I do see them, they make me laugh and smile), it means a lot and I hope you all enjoy what else I’ve got in the oven!! Thank you so much!!

[bananaactivity]

Ignoring my poll and doing Everything on it

except the mighty med thing 😓

Lmao just a quick color 💀

I dunno why I did this but I decided that the bionic island shouldn’t have the little Olympic Games ring shit. That’s just for the Davenports so the students get a BI ( also all the bionic solders get scars chaise I’ll make everyone BUT Crane a sweetheart.

here’s the draft for the comic script lemme know whatcha think:

Opening on Falafel Phil location on the strip

Marcus/ Bree/ Leo walk into the location

Zoom in on Arthur in the booth with MBL in the background Bree: “ Oh Joy… Arthur is here.”

Side view that shows all people in the booth ( Arthur/ Brody/ Kai) Arthur: “ Do they have Valet parking here? Someone get Phil on that I feel like he's missing an opportunity with this kind of cuisine.”

Marcus pops up next to Arthur’s side of the booth excitedly Marcus: “ Hey! Art-”

Marcus pauses and stares at something across the booth, Arthur looks as well

Zoom in on Kai's face with exaggerated anime in-love effects ( Hearts, sparkles, Rose petals) while he has a resting bitch face

Wide screen of Arther in the booth with Marcus staring next to him ( still sparkling around his face) Leo and Bree standing and Kai and Brody sitting on the other side of the booth

Same wide shot. Leo: “ Sup Art… Arts uhh… Friends?” Bree: “ Yeah Art since when have you had friends?”

Zoom in on Arther slightly agitated Arther: “ Ha. Ha. Davendorks.”

Arthur: “ Leo. Bree. These are my friends…”

Front view of Kai and Brody in their booth Arther: “ Kai Brewer and Brody Carlson.” Brody: “ Hey brochachoes.” Kai: “Whats up?”

Zoom in on Arthur again Arther: “ Where are Adam and Chase?” Bree (off-screen) : “ You mean Meat-Head and Boy Genuis?”

Zoom in on Bree Bree: “ I dunno, they wandered off like usual. Probably arguing about something stupid.”

Zoom in on Marcus whos sat in the booth across from Kai Marcus: “ Ya Know for a place called Falafel Phils I was expecting something more exciting~”

Wide Shot of them all looking at Marcus

Wide Shot Bree: “ Not even five minutes in and Marcus is already sizing up the local hotties.”

Diagonal shot of Kai and Marcus looking at each other

Shot of Kai leaning on his hand Kai: “ Exciting? It's Falafel Phil not Firework Phil.”

Shot of Marcus copying Kais pose Marcus: “ Yeah well I was hoping that the food would be as interesting as the patrons…”

Kai shot smirking Kai: “ Flattery wont get you extra sauce…”

Half shot of both from the side Marcus: “Maybe some sides then?” Kai: “I wager you're so full of yourself that you dont need any extra sides.”

Double portrait shot of Marcus one laughing one wiping tears away Marcus: “ HAHA. Are you always so hard to chat up or is it just me?”

Shot of Kai smirking Marcus ( off-screen): “ What you don't like my charm?” Kai: “ Charm Huh? Maybe I just like my conversations with more… flavor.”

Full shot of both from the side Marcus: “ Lucky you Im specially seasoned” Kai: “ I can see they added extra corn to your batch…”

Marcus shot Marcus: “ What Like you're a multi-course fine dining experience?”

Kai drinks a soda Kai: “ Yep. And that’d make you the fast food option~”

Marcus steals Kai drink (side shot) Marcus: “ So what? You don't have a taste for that kinda stuff?”

Side shot Kai: “ I didn't say that much, Im eating here arent I? But who knows if you have the pallet for a more complex experience like fine dining?” Marcus: “ Id definitely like to expand my horizons~”

Kai and Marcus side view staring shot

Full shot of everyone Kai and Marcus still staring at each other

Full shot Bree: “Can we fucking order and get outta here?!”

end

Hope you don't mind how this reads this is how I write comic scripts its different from fics which i write like a basic book lol. For comic scripts i have to write what the panels look like on a basic level. Usually i write an idea then write words then i draw some quick sketches of the whole thing and then write out that stuff on an actual doc

[secretsandwritinggs]

Um, so here is part four everyone, because I need to be writing something. I’ll let you know that some of these take place before Tory and her brother had moved into the Lawrusso household. [Those will be italics!!] If you have suggestions for headcanons for anyone, a couple, a different fandom, etc let me know so I could work on that for ya 👨‍🍳

Sam and Miguel often don’t talk about Tory due to him still thinking that she hates her.

Sam has spoken to Johnny that her hatred over Tory was childish and decided to let go of it.

(only kind of wished Daniel did the same thing instead of letting it linger 30+ years. In some way, I’d like to think that Daniel always thought of Johnny over those years.)

To help with the grief, Sam gave Tory and Brandon a build-a-bear with a recorded message from their mother.

Tory tends to hang around Sam’s room, because in some way it reminds her of her mother, Brandon also.

Sam has always thought about giving Tory and Robby a room inside the house so they wouldn’t have to live in the apartments.

Amanda would drop by to Tory’s apartment to see if she ever needed anything like toiletries, groceries, medications, etc.

Anthony gave Brandon one of his older tablets before Daniel decided to buy both him and Tory their own devices.

(their “devices” being new phones and such so they could in contact with everyone.)

Sam and Tory’s style went from two separate ones to one shared one ranging what seems like what one would wear versus the other.

Every time Tory seems to be getting worse, Johnny takes her out on the mat or rage room where she can let all those frustrations out, though he’s still unsure where to take Brandon..

For her birthday one year, Sam had gifted Tory a coloring book along with a sketchbook and pencils, since she heard that she enjoys coloring / drawing things.

For her status at the dojo, Daniel had created a new type of “role” for Tory and claimed that she could be a fill-in instead full-time student at Miyagi-Do.

(this is a role that I made as I do not know if this is an actual thing in martial arts, but basically the fill-in student can have its own dojo. In Tory’s case, that means she can still be Cobra Kai if that’s what she’s wanting to do and the same with Robby.)

Their styles reflected through their academics:

Miguel, Robby, Sam, and Tory definitely have study sessions in Sam’s room.

Everyone else looks for Sam to give an answer, since she’s the only one besides Amanda to get a college level academically.

(Anthony following suit once he gets into high school as well.)

Kenny was surprised to see that everyone was civilized with each other however, he wasn’t surprised to see that they were rowdy.

Everyone eats stuff other people’s plates or drink the rest of their drink if they cannot finish their food / drink.

Eventually Sam and Tory started to sound the same so they decided to distance themselves from one another to quote, “get their voices back to normal.”

All the boys collectively hide away in the basement and claim that the girls need a “special pass” to allow themselves in.

Brandon has a hiding space in the theater room.

Johnny drunkenly bought a soda dispenser so they placed it in the theater room.

Tory and Johnny made a secret language so they can communicate with each other similarly to what Daniel and Robby has with morse code.

They all exchange Valentine’s day gifts with each other and definitely laughed at each other the first year they done it, because it was a surprise to everyone now it’s a tradition, lol.

Kyler is for sure a heated conversation in that house to put that lightly…

(Kenny still doesn’t get the hate on him UNTIL Anthony drops all their problems so now he’s like, “Wow, he’s a piece of shit ,” and they’re all like, “We’ve been telling you that”)

Both Anthony and Johnny say tum tum and tummy instead of stomach.

Robby and Sam get the most stomach aches.

(Robby because he’s constipated (poor him tbh) and Sam gets them on her period, since food doesn’t settle too well when she’s on it.)

Sometimes they all nap together after practice at first they thought it was too gross now they just do it whenever without a second thought.

That’s all I can think of for this moment for part four so there might be a part five in the future…

Parts in order: one , two , three , four , ...

[enstarriedownbad]

Mika Kagehira x F!reader

‼️ Minors don't interact

Genre: smut

Tags: dom!Mika, alone in a room, no longer a kid

Plot: While Mika is taking your mensuration in the handicraft club room for a project, the air feels hotter. You keep telling yourself that he's nothing a sweet boy, but his reaction tells you otherwise...

Words: 2,125

DAY 20 OF Enstars x Reader NSFW month - Mika Kagehira

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You both enter the room.

It is just the two of you now, huh? After Shu graduated from Yumenosaki, the club room feels empty without him.

"Thanks again for helping me out on this, Y/N~"

"No problem Mika," you reply while taking your blazer/coat off.

"I wanna prove Oshi-san that my sewing technique got better. He told me that dresses with ruffles were the hardest to make so I'll just go ahead and make one so perfect that he'll have no choice but to acknowledge me!" he says while taking his tape measure out.

You stay still, as he starts measuring your arms.

"Hm~ 🎵 I wonder if one day I'll be able to create designs like him. His are so artistic y'know?"

"Right~"

"I hope he'll be proud of me once I'm done~", he says all happily.

"I'm sure he will", you reply softly.

He looks so cute when talking about his passions.

Mika then puts his arms around you to measure your back and shoulders. He leans in a little, making your two faces draw closer to one another.

His eyes are so pretty. Yellow and blue... Like gold and sapphires. You two are so close that it's making you blush a bit. You look away to make this less awkward. He finally backs off a bit after he's done with this area.

"I need to measure ya hips now 🎵~," he says in his usual playful tone.

"Sure."

Mika then puts a hand on your waist to secure the tape measure around you. Even though you're still wearing your clothes, his touch triggered something within you. But you can't help it, it's just the two of you alone in a room after school right now.

You lay your gaze on Mika's heterochromatic eyes again, only to realize that he's still concentrating on his work.

"🎵", Mika hums.

It seems you are the only one who's troubled. You feel slightly embarrassed about it, but you expected it. After all, Mika has always been a "sweet boy" in your eyes.

"Looks like you're still a child after all," you tell him jokingly. "Tell me when you're done, my legs hurt a bit today."

Getting physically close to a girl is not gonna make this softie troubled today, or at least that is what you think.

"... Ya can go sit on that sewing table over there if ya want. I can still take yer mensuration that way."

"Thank you Mika-chan!", you tell him as you sit down on the table.

Mika stands up in front of you with the tape measure in his hands.

"Now I'm gonna measure yer legs."

"Okay~."

He starts measuring your calves, your knees, and gets to your thighs. Mika lifts your skirt and gets his tape right next to your crotch with no hesitation.

Is it innocence? Thankfully, you are not having lewd thoughts since he's only a small boy for you.

Small?

You suddenly realize that he was definitely taller than you when you two were standing up in front of each other a second ago. The room feels hotter. You look at his serious expression again...

" 'Kay I'm done with your legs~ I'm gonna measure your upper body next!", he warns you. "Could you remove your cardigan please?~"

You do as he says.

Mika leans in closer to the desk, closing the gap between you two's legs.

Next, he takes out his ruban and wraps it right below your chest. His fingers definitely brush over your boobs.

"Sorry~ 🎶", he says all smiley like usual.

He then goes for your waistline. The 'boy' gets even closer to you. He even rests his head on your shoulders to see which number is showing on the measuring tape that's wrapped up around you.

"Hmm... I can't see, lemme get closer to it", he says while he's already on top of you.

You can feel his crotch against yours now. And him leaning in even more doesn't really help.

"M-Mika, slow down please...!", you tell him, trying to make him realize the position you two are in.

"Mmh?", he asks even though he's pressing himself between your spread-out legs. "What's up?", he says while turning his face around to face you.

His gaze is full of everything but innocence as he's scanning you from head to thighs.

That's it. Your arms lose their balance from the startlement, you accidentally slam your back against the desk.

"Ouch!", you let out.

"Are ya okay Y/N?", he asks.

"Yea I'm fi--", you say as you open back your eyes, only to see that you wrapped your legs around Mika's waist out of reflex.

Something hard is pressing against your panties. He's definitely feeling you up.

You feel yourself losing it. You concentrate to remain composed.

Meanwhile, Mika gently unzips your skirt and tosses it to the side.

"It's for the measures~", he says as an excuse with his cute tone while staring at your panties.

"'H-huh?"

One second of thinking and he's already undressing you?

"Are ya sure a 'child' would make you so wet?", he says with a mature tone.

"Hum," his sudden change of tone making you unable to come up with an excuse.

The man suddenly unties his belt and lowers his pants, revealing his boxers.

He starts rubbing his clothed erect cock against your panties.

"M-mika! ahh~", you moan out of surprise.

"Mnhh... That's not enough to show ya" he says.

He suddenly lowers his boxers and removes your underwear. A quick glance was enough for you to see that he's packing. He's certainly not a kid on that part.

"Y/N, do ya want to be fucked by this 'Mika-chan'?" he asks.

"Y-yea," you reply all red.

"I'll ask ya if you still see me as a little boy after I'm done with you," he says while smirking.

Mika places his tip at your entrance and slowly slides himself inside of you. The penetration doesn't hurt at all, since you were already so wet from when he was feeling you up.

"I don't think I'm all the way in yet," he says even though his dick is already pressing against your end.

But that fact doesn't stop him. Mika continues pushing himself inside of you, spreading your legs even more to fit more of his cock inside.

"Yer taking me so well, Y/N~", he adds while holding onto your thighs. "Now it's time for things to get more serious."

The man puts your legs over his shoulders and leans in. Without wasting any more time, he starts thrusting inside your slit.

"Mmh~ Mika~", you moan, without noticing that you instantly gave up on the -chan honorific the moment he put his dick inside of you.

"Keep moaning my name. I like it~", he says while thrusting you slowly.

His thrusts feel amazing, You can tell that he's been waiting to fuck you like this for a long time from the look on his face. He's enjoying the view a little too much. While you are here, embarrassed that your body yearns for his cock, Mika on the other hand is almost grinning at you, like he won you over.

Wet sounds coming out of your slit, your two hot breaths against each other's faces... You would have never imagined this situation just an hour ago. Your 'sweet boy' is fucking you so good. He destroyed that innocent vision you had of him for sure. You want more of Mika...

"M-Mika... Harder please," you ask him.

"Mh? Sorry I didn't hear could you repeat?", he teases you (?).

"Could you... Go harder... Please?", you repeat.

"What's this? So ya do have desire for me now huh?~", he smirks. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle me at my fullest though?"

You look at how he's already making your stomach bulge a bit from the length of his cock. Plus he's also put your legs on his shoulders himself. Who knows what he'll do if you give him full access? But, you don't mind being destroyed if it's him doing you.

"I'll take everything you give me", you reply.

Your response was all it took for him to start ramming into your cunt.

"Aah~ Mika..."

As Mika's cock is making your walls clench around it, you get reminded of all the times you mistook his love for simple innocent kindness. All those times he complimented you, gave you gifts and such. How could you have been be so blind? You had even looked over the fact that he is a man.

"M-Mika," you say in the middle of two breaths, "since when have you been loving me?"

"Since the day that I met ya, Y/N. I've been in love with you for a long time...", he replies while thrusting harder.

He makes sure to press his cock against the spots that make you moan the loudest.

"Aah-♡", you let out as he gets rougher with every thrust.

Your toes are curling, your vision is getting blurry: you want be Mika's.

"And ya... Y/N, do you love me?"

You only just discovered the true nature of his feelings towards you. But the fact that you asked him to fuck you so roughly right now should be enough for you to realize that you're feeling the same way.

"I do. I love you, M-Mika", you answer while moaning.

His pace gets quicker. Knowing that you love him back gave him enough oxytocin for him to have an orgasm right now but he refrains to. He wants to finish properly.

Your man unbuttons your shirt and starts sucking harshly on your neck, giving you a hickey. He turns his face around to whispers into your ear.

"Y'know how every doll maker has their signature on their creations? Well I just put mine on my very own doll~," he whispers softly.

So that is also a reason to why he chose you as his model for his project. He finds inspiration in your beauty.

You don't even have the time to reply as he goes back into fucking you, making you unable to form coherent sentences outside of moaning.

"Aah Mika~ Mika~"

"hah~ Y/N...", he finally lets out.

Hearing him moan your name makes your walls tighten around his cock, not wanting to let Mika go.

Your man feels it too. Your body is longing for him. Your moans, your pussy clenching around his cock, your love juices mixing with his pre-cum... Everything is telling him that you want to be his. And now you're even making the lewdest face as he's thrusting your insides.

"Aah Y/N, it's hard for me to resist when you're making this face..."

"It's f-fine, you can c-cum inside", you manage to reply.

Mika gives in one last thrust before cumming inside of you.

"Y/N...!"

You can feel his semen filling you up. You orgasm at the same time as his warm seeds are reaching your womb.

You completely lose yourself in ecstasy, being all vulnerable while your loved one is pouring his cum inside of you.

You get a stomach bulge from all of the sperm he's shooting inside. It's like Mika's been waiting for so long to cum inside of you. He won't stop pouring more and more inside of the woman he loves. Your body gladly takes everything in.

He finally pulls out of you after a solid minute of cumming.

When he takes his dick out of you, a part of his cum leaves your sex, making your stomach deflate as well. You stare at the view with a disappointed look. Mika notices.

"Don't worry. Now that I know that we're both in love, I'll creampie ya over and over again every time I can~"

Your man kisses you passionately before you get the chance to reply. Your tongues intertwine, your salivas are mixing, ... The look he's giving you is enough for you to accept any of his requests. You're both in the mood again. Mika suddenly backs off.

"So... Do ya still see me as a kid?" he asks even though he just filled you up with his cum.

"Definitely not anymore..." you reply softly while blushing.

"That's what I thought~ Then, my dear doll, should we go back to taking your mensuration? Or should we continue what we were doing?" he asks that rhetorical question with a grin, wanting to hear you say that you want him.

"I want you... again...", you reply.

The two of you continue fucking in the handicraft club room even after the sunset falls.

If Shu, Arashi, or anyone who knows you both asks you how come you stopped referring to Mika as 'Mika-chan', you're gonna have to be creative.

"I'll ask ya if you still see me as a little boy after I'm done with you" top 100 quotes of the year 😩

I used to only see Mika as a "must be protected boy" but then my view shifted after seeing a certain card. This totally didn't inspire this fiction 🗣

So that was it for the challenge. I may do Leo but no promise (writing this on May 6th so I don't even know what my 'former' challenge entries will be like)

May 11th update: I don't feel like writing anymore ☠️