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crescentfool · 4 months

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5, 9 and 16 for that artist ask meme!

5. favorite little detail in a drawing you did

this one was kind of hard to answer because i lean so much more to simplification over 1:1 detail... that said, i really loved these ones!

the bag from the top photo is from here, minato nui on left is from some con-related draws, the ballpoint splatling on right is from a vintage draws compilation!

i just really enjoy drawing little objects and props, and as much as i'm allergic to backgrounds, i hope to overcome that next year because my friends know i love getting obsessed over random objects for a few days...

9. any new art mediums youve tried (or overall styles if you havent tried new mediums)

i haven't gotten to do much mediums outside of digital art unfortunately.... but i would say this year was the year of chibification! i turned so many characters into little guys this year (shoutout to the nui tree!). which is really ironic because i also realized this year i find full illustrations more satisfying to work on throughout the process, despite the "simplicity" of chibis.

i did some limited color styles too! (blue, purple, and red + b/w). hopefully i can do more deliberate color palette stuffs though. i think it'd be a great exercise.

stylistically wise i think i could've tried more, but. its ok! thats what 2024 is for. yipee!

16. favorite piece of art from someone else (if you have one)

it feels like a cop out answer to say this but any gift art i got of my splatoon character... LOL... i didn't expect to get so attached to him (i changed my name in game to minatoast a JOKE!!!!). um. drops this gallery link here and scuttles away. im so very grateful. you're telling me people actually took time out of their day to draw my little guy? incredible!

ocs aside, i'd like to take the time to highlight some art from people on twitter (kitaro havers rise up!), since i do consider the things i reblog to be art i'm very fond of...

this art from tin of ryomina with flowers is so. oh my god. i was SO BEWILDERED AND HAPPY!!! i was minding my own business and then saw this rt'd on one of my friend's pages... i forget who lol but i was like "WAIT TIN Kick_TheeCan DREW RYOMINA??? I LOVE THEIR ART OF THE P3 PROTAG WHAT." i feel like i got pushed down a staircase in tartarus (positive)

and this art from chris (str3wberryy), my god, the composition fucks severely. i want to eat it. he also has an alt account on twitter (@/makotoyukilover) if you want to see more of their p3 protag arts :D

i also enjoyed seeing p3 arts from yamad_125, BSZZOWL, and elulit2. im so serious if you like ryominaigis you'll probably like taking a gander at these artist's media tabs! i find my way to see the twitter arts one way or another, nothing can stop me 👁👄👁

#lizzy askbox #RAAH IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED QUESTION 16!!!#i am filled with love for artists. and similarly to the question of what styles you take inspiration from #it was really hard to not write a text wall or link multiple..#but i've been itching to outlet somewhere how much i adore some of the art i see on twitter...#like ik i can just log into my acc again but the idea of being perceived on twt makes me antsy so i just dont #i literally vibrate in place and shake back and forth and quake whenever i see art. sometimes it occupies my brain for HOURS like. wow...#i want to draw like you... or.... wow.. it's so clear to me that you really love what you draw / that you're putting in time to practice...#and i know i linked p3 mostly but sometimes i see peoples portfolios for visdev and i go GODDAMN IM IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT DID U STUDY #anyway... thank you again! this is so fun. my appreciation for 2023 is going up from this hehe

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bi-bats · 1 year

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When in doubt go for the classic bonding over various breakfast foods :D ☕️🥞🧇🥯🥐🧋🥤

Thank you for the writing prompt!!! I took some liberties with the definition of "bonding," but this gave me a cute idea for a one shot so I still think y'all will like it!!! Here we go, fic after the cut:

Tim hides his smile under the lip of his mug as Jason presses a kiss to his forehead. He peeks at the bagel being placed in front of him— toasted perfectly and with exactly the right amount of cream cheese. As Jason pulls his hand away, Tim puts down his mug and reaches for his forearm, pulls it to his chest. Jason tilts into it, leaning his warmth against Tim.

This thing between them is new. Not the touching itself, but the tenderness behind it. The way he just expects Jason to be on his couch when he gets home from work or stumbles in after his patrol, covered in grime and smelling like Gotham. The way he stays the night as often as he reasonably can. The way whenever he’s within an inch of him, Tim seems to be reaching for him. The way Jason seems to be less than an inch away from him an awful lot of the time.

Tim stares at his bagel and tries to think of when he actually taught Jason how to make it the right way. Maybe he just learned through osmosis. Just absorbed it from spending so many breakfasts together that he knows exactly where to turn the toaster oven knob between light and medium to get it that exact shade of brown Tim prefers.

His thumb rubs a track over the skin of Jason’s forearm as he thinks about exactly what’s going on between them, and the exact way they haven’t talked about it.

He’s almost brought it up a few times, but he doesn’t know how Jason feels about labels. How that conversation is going to go. And it isn’t all that important what they call this, really, as long as Jason is on his couch or in his bed or within his reach.

He’s only pulled out of his reverie when he feels Jason tuck his face into the curve of his neck, feels the pull of lips that mean he’s hiding a smile there.

“Are you feeding me breakfast, or are you going to let me go? I’m starving.”

A soft laugh falls out of Tim, and the sound is an echo of the blissful feeling that’s occupied his ribs for weeks. He nuzzles into Jason’s hold, humming like he’s thinking about it. “I don’t know, you’re pretty warm.”

“Well, you’re starting to look pretty tasty.” Jason’s voice is muffled and a little rough the way it always is in the morning, and he can feel the vibration of it rippling along his throat.

“Starting to? Haven’t you had enough of me yet?” The questions aren’t laced with anxiety the way they might have been weeks ago, before Jason did things like wake Tim up with coffee and breakfast. The questions are easy and light, because he knows the answer, even if he doesn’t know what to call this thing between them.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Jason answers anyways, because he thinks he still has to pretend he isn’t going soft. He lets out a put-upon sigh, his breath hot and tickling on Tim’s skin. “Well, I am a zombie, so I guess it makes sense. Brains. Flesh,” he teases, tilting his head in. He lets out a playful, undead noise and lightly bites down on the skin of Tim’s neck.

A giddy laugh pushes out of his mouth as he squirms away, just lightly enough that he isn’t really going anywhere. Jason’s teeth release after a moment of them giggling together, and when he starts to pull away, Tim lets him go.

“Eat your breakfast, Zombie Boy,” he instructs.

“Guh,” Jason deadpans, turning to grab his plate as Tim snickers. When he sits down, he tangles their ankles together under the table and piles a bite of eggs onto his fork.

As Tim goes to pick up his coffee mug, his eyes meet Jason’s. There’s a soft, warm thing in them that’s sweeter than the sugary mocha he was about to sip, and his heart does a little flip as he thinks about how absolutely perfect things are-

And then the window behind him slams open.

There’s a noise like a body tumbling to the floor, a sigh he hears every time that particular body tumbles through his window—

And Jason freezes, the panic slamming down in his eyes as they go wide, and Tim knows his eyes are mirroring the expression. Tim thinks maybe Jason is trying to communicate something as they watch each other panic. He wonders if he should be trying to communicate something back, but it’s not like they can telepathically come up with a believable excuse as to why Jason is at his breakfast table, not wearing a shirt because Tim is wearing his shirt, and since Jason isn’t wearing his shirt you can see about fifty hickies in various states of fading-

“Ugh. Mornin’, guys,” Dick interrupt the silence.

And then Jason’s eyes aren’t on him anymore, they’re on Dick, tracking his every movement like he isn’t sure if he should run or pull a gun on him.

But Dick doesn’t say anything else, he just strides over to Tim’s kitchen and pulls out a box of cereal from the cabinet. Jason’s eyes are flicking between the two of them, still panicked, as Dick opens his fridge and sniffs the milk, makes a disgusted noise, then replaces the cap and puts it back in the fridge. He ends up just grabbing the box and going to sit at the head of the table, noisily digging pieces of cereal out of the bag with his fingers.

“Good morning,” Dick repeats pointedly, because no one actually answered him. Tim forgives Jason for looking like he’s leaning more towards option B, because he’s starting to think that shooting him isn’t the worst idea he’s ever heard.

“Good morning, Dick.” Tim says, in what is probably a more pleasant tone than warranted. He’s being incredibly patient. “Get out,” he says in the same pleasant tone.

A disappointed look flashes in Dick’s eyes as he purses his lips. “Don’t be rude, Timmy.”

“I’m rude? You didn’t even knock!” Tim says, his patience starting to fail him.

“I did, actually,” Dick starts, a knowing, antagonistic little smirk starting to pull at his lips, and Tim’s starting to actively wish Jason would pull out a gun or two. At least a knife. But he doesn’t, so nothing stops him from adding, “But you lovebirds looked a little busy.”

Tim’s eyes flick to Jason involuntarily, the word love seeming to detach from the rest of the sentence and suck all of the air out of the room.

Jason looks terrified.

But it’s not the kind of terrified Tim expects, not the kind that screams TOO SOON in neon, flashing lights.

Huh.

Tim forces his eyes back to Dick. He shoves the question, “Why are you here?” through his gritted teeth.

“I wanted breakfast.” He shrugs, but it’s obvious that’s not what he wanted. However, he has something far more interesting in front of him than whatever he came for, and he clearly isn’t going to be distracted. “The more important question is: what’s going on between you two?”

He pops another piece of sugary cereal into his mouth, his gaze locked on Tim. The smug grin on his face makes Tim consider grabbing one of Jason’s guns himself, and in the following moments, he treats himself to several violent, bloody fantasies that end in Dick begging for mercy.

Then there’s a clatter that pulls Tim’s gaze away, and his eyes instinctively lock onto the source: Jason’s fork has fallen out of his hand and onto his plate, a bit of egg scattering across the table in front of it.

“We’re dating,” Jason says, like he’s just realizing it.

And again, it leaves Tim pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t look scared of that.

“We are?”

Dick sucks a breath through his teeth like that was the wrong thing to say, but a smile is spreading across Jason’s lips, because he didn’t ask it like he was being forced into it. He asked it like he couldn’t believe it. Like he’s won a prize.

“Yeah, we are,” Jason confirms, giving him a warm, crooked smile. Then he drops his eyes to the table and grabs a napkin to wipe up the egg, his tone light as he continues, “I mean, unless you don’t want to-”

“No! I want to-” Tim realizes his interruption was just a little too eager, and color bursts across his cheeks. Jason’s eyes flicker back to him and he looks pleased, smug, and Tim realizes what he just did. “Oh, fuck you,” he huffs, even though he finds he isn’t all that upset about it.

Amusement glitters in Jason’s eyes as he starts, “I mean, last night-”

And those are all of the words he gets out before Dick drops the cereal box on the table and clamps his hands over his ears, letting out a loud, panicked noise to cover whatever Jason was about to say.

“Okay! Don’t need to hear that!” Dick says, his hands still over his ears. Jason snickers at him and picks his fork back up, apparently deciding to go back to his breakfast.

“That’s what you get for interrupting me and my boyfriend,” Tim tells him, because he knows Dick can hear him even with his hands covering his ears. Besides, he wants to see how the word tastes. And he wants to see the look on Jason’s face when he says it.

It’s his new favorite word, he decides. Jason’s eyes flash back up, and the heat in them hits him like a bullet. Suddenly, all he can think about is how very far away Jason is.

“Hey, Dick, I think you should leave.” Tim can’t look away from the warm look on Jason’s face. Dick needs to get out of the vicinity as soon as humanly possible, because in about 10 seconds, this is not going to be rated E for everyone.

“Fine. But I’m taking the cereal,” Dick groans, pushing away from the table and grabbing the box.

Two hours later, when Jason throws away the forgotten breakfast from earlier and starts over, Tim decides he’s glad neither of them shot Dick.

#jaytim #jaytim fic #batwrites #batsasks #☕ coffeeaddict #Thank you so much for the prompt!!!#Also I got your other prompt but idk if I have any ideas for that one so it might chill in my askbox for a bit #I did get another prompt from jpeg that gave me an idea but it's definitely going to be longer so I'm saving it for tomorrow!!!#I wasn't planning on posting these prompt fills to ao3 but actually I think I'm about to post this #this is cute and we all need a lil wholesome fluff so thank you for enabling me!!!

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xfakelove · 1 year

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#I’m bored #send asks #send anons #fill my askbox #fill my inbox #girl #no filter #selfie #me #mine #lipstick #brunette

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laurzzz · 1 year

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I'm sorry but I just love this fandom so much I want to individually hug you all and get to know you guys and tell ya'll that everything will be alright even if things end up feeling otherwise

#talks talks talks #i have an askbox filled with lovely people akahaiah i rlly wanna respond to everything but i cant agh #just know i see you all #your efforts to send and tell me stuff are not in vain i am consuming them all #*coughs in almost 100 asks in my inbox*

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mobbothetrue · 5 months

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Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)

Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).

Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…

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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.

Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.

Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…

Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.

“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.

“Hey,” Knuckles says.

“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“

This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.

“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“

“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”

Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.

“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”

She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.

“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”

Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.

Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.

He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.

“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.

“‘Course.”

Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.

#eggthew #prompt fill #askbox #uhhh so. I kind of barely followed fightsong at all I CAN EXPLAIN #went off the visuals instead of the lyrics. two people running around in city. ooh I could do knuckles protecting tails from Eggman in some #kind of egg city! ah hang on there’s the eggperial city arc in idw and I haven’t read that yet. so I’m not confident in portraying it. hmmm #I could do a Different egg city… man Knuckles and Tails. what a great pair. I really enjoyed writing them in super sonic speed. hey! I could #do super sonic speed’s Knuckles’s first time in a city! maybe he gets kind of freaked out? escape from the city haha #well tails would be familiar with cities. and sonic would be there ofc but I’ll shuffle him off to the side so he doesn’t hog the spotlight #I could do tails looking at a shop! yeah! and knuckles needs to ask how currency works but sonic is… busy? hmm. oh! a city!!!! amy lives in #a city!! she runs into sonic! which keeps him from coming back over with knuckles. I always did mean to write her reunion with sonic.#that’ll be nice to do. alright. perfect. it’s all working out. get to the final few lines. think ‘hey how did I end up with this anyway.’#pulse of adrenaline as my brain goes OH YEAH FIGHTSONG. ach.#I’m happy w this though :)#knuckles: I Tolerate sonic. at best.#sonic: hey I am in a vaguely uncomfortable situation #knuckles *rolling up metaphorical sleeves*: do I need to kick ass #Amy making a mental note: sonic apparently befriending a space alien okay okay cool #they meet up for ice cream. knuckles is inflicted with curse of immediate brainfreeze. tails is So Excited about his new model train set #within a week he mods it to A) be strong enough to pull the Master Emerald and B) be armed.

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alecjbi · 1 year

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54, hangster

hehe will do (681 words, explicit)

drop a smut prompt in my inbox

It wasn't often that Jake was in this position, but he couldn't deny that he loved it.

Bradley was on his knees at Jake's feet, looking up at him with pupils blown black. They'd been like this for a bit, now, Jake sitting on the couch stroking himself, watching Bradley watch him. There was hunger in his eyes and Jake could tell he wanted to touch, wanted to take Jake into his mouth and down his throat, but Jake had given him strict instructions. No moving, no touching himself. All Bradley could do was talk-- beg.

"Come on, Jake," Bradley pleaded, not for the first time that night. There was no denying the erection in his jeans, straining against the fabric. He looked beautiful down there and laced his fingers through Bradley's hair. He brought his head forwards but not close enough to touch and Bradley whined, trying to move towards Jake. Instead, Jake pulled sharply on his hair, causing Bradley to moan and his eyes to flutter.

"You know the rules," Jake scolded, moving his hand out of Bradleys hair to cup his chin and bring his head up until their eyes met. There were tears at the corner that Jake brushed away with his thumb. Jake loved Bradley like this, vulnerable and begging for him. It wouldn't be long before he had Bradley screaming his name.

"Jake, please," Bradley begged, voice breaking a little at the end. "I'm so hard, Jake, come on--"

Jake shushed him, using the hand that was wrapped around his own cock to stroke himself faster. Bradley whined again but Jake just smiled. "You've been good," he said a little breathily. "Come up here," he said and Bradley nodded as he took his hand and helped him up. Jake went to the end of the couch and Bradley sat next to him, unsure of what to do. "Lay back and touch yourself," he said. "I want to watch."

"Fuck, Jake," Bradley breathed out. Jake put a hand behind Bradley's head and helped him lay down. He slid his hands down to Bradley's fly and undid it, shimmying down his pants and underwear until his cock was laying hot and heavy against his stomach. Bradley's hands were still at his side, seemingly unsure of what to do.

"I'll suck you off later," Jake said. "But first I want you to come with just your hand."

"Jake," Bradley breathed, eyes a little glossy. "I--"

"I know," Jake whispered, leaning forwards to kiss Bradley softly. Bradley chased his lips when he leaned back but Jake just shushed him and brushed back his hair. "Go on, then," he said, leaning back and taking his own cock in his hand.

Bradley tentatively wrapped a hand around himself, shuddering as he finally got some release to his aching cock. He started slowly but soon picked up the pace, stroking himself quickly, hips jumping up into his hand. He moaned with every new movement, brushing over the tip of his cock, his other hand moving to cup his balls. Jake matched his rhythm, leaning forwards and covering Bradley with his body.

"That's it," Jake said, watching Bradley's expression, nose scrunched and eyes closed, mouth falling open in a moan. "Fuck your hand like you'd fuck me. You look so pretty like this."

"Jake," Bradley pleaded. "Please, Jake, I need--"

"I'll give you whatever you want, baby, give me an orgasm first. I wanna see you come in your hand while I talk dirty in your ear. Tell you how badly I want to fuck you over this couch and then make you suck my dick. I'll make you yell so loud the neighbors could hear."

"Jake, fuck, oh my god," Bradley moaned, hips thrusting uncontrollably as he came into his hand, Jake not far behind. Jake collapsed onto him, breathing into his neck in what he wanted to be a kiss but was more a desperate attempt to get air. He'd keep his promise soon, but for now he laid against Bradley, smiling when he felt a kiss pressed into his hair.

#askbox #my fic #smut prompt fill #top gun: maverick #top gun #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #hangster smut

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