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writefightandflightclub · 2 months

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Flight Instinct: (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Francisco “Catfish” Morales)

Author’s note: this is a blurb request, and is a continuation of my poly!Triple Frontier fic, Captain of the Team. This could be read as a standalone I guess… but will make a hell of a lot more sense if you’ve read CotT and other blurbs which (chronologically precede this and) are connected to that ‘verse, i.e. Solid Ground, and Helicopter Guitar. 🧡

Screenshotting the request for this, which was sent in by the lovely @for-a-longlongtime 🧡 I’m sorry there’s no smut! But this is the scene that happened when I pressed the “play” button in my head. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks so much for the ask and your kind words about Solid Ground! I love this pairing and it was so fun to revisit them a little further down the line (though this is a little more of a rushed effort than the last one) 😀✨🙌

Pairing: Santi x Frankie centric for this blurb (Santi’s POV) but references to wider poly!relationship including Will and fem!reader.

Genre/warnings: m/m, early relationship, some angst and Santiago’s usual insecurities, smut references but only steam in the fic itself, some fluff.

Length: blurb, fairly short

Gif: by @pedrorascal 🧡

Santiago looks at the man - Francisco - reclined on his couch.

He looks beautiful. Unfathomably so. Long limbs stretched out, his dirty-pink Henley coordinated with the mauve lick of his plush, pouty lips. With the flush of exertion still held in his cheeks - from diligently sucking Santiago’s soul out of his dick less than half an hour ago. The garment rides up to reveal bare stomach. The dusting of his happy trail drawing Santiago’s gaze down to those tight, tapered hips. To his huge, powerful hands which nestle the paperback with care, dwarfing it in the broad span of his grip. He’s beautiful, his hawkish face tipping down towards the page, warm brown eyes soft and intent.

The fucking audacity, Santiago thinks. And the way he’s so casual about it too?

Still. Desire reliably twists a knot in Santiago’s belly, tightening like a fist even if he had been left very well-sated.

So then, Santiago tuts at him for the audacity of him daring to… for daring to…. Well. For something he can’t quite put his finger on yet. “Frank. What are you doing?”

Santiago sees Francisco’s eyes flutter closed in subtle aggravation. Maybe at the interruption. More than likely, though, at his harsh tone - completely uncalled for. And yet, calm and composed, he closes the book. “Okay,” he says with a finality. The straw that broke the camel’s back, apparently. “What’s going on with you tonight?”

“Nothing.” Well, that feels like a lie as soon as it’s out of his mouth. Francisco looks well aware of that fact though. Always was annoying like that. Seeing through his bullshit.

“So you always parade around the house like an aggravated chicken?” Immediately after asking his question, Francisco tilts his head, mentally answering it for himself. Often, actually.

That irks Santiago even more. So, he huffs and plants his hands on his wide hips, and meanwhile, Francisco rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand. Somehow that makes him look even more beautiful as the lamplight slips fluidly over the planes of his face. Mingles into his dense mass of curls like liquid gold.

Annoying.

“Oh no,” Francisco rumbles, a deep, slightly mocking lilt to his tone which makes Santiago’s skin thrum despite himself. “Not you sticking that cute little hip out.” Francisco’s cheek tugs up with a lopsided smile, even if Santiago’s own smile does not greet him in return.

Perturbed, for no legitimate reason he can fathom, he scoops his forefinger and thumb around his mouth, his stubble rasping. He taps his foot almost impatiently, as though frustrated that Francisco hasn’t yet given him the thing he needs but can’t even name yet.

It’s hard. Makes him feel uneasy. An instinctual rather than conscious thing. A buzz in his limbs. A flutter in his chest.

A desire to leave.

To leave the room.

Maybe the country.

Definitely his feelings.

But he doesn’t.

He remembers what Francisco had told him last time he’d pulled that shit -firmly, and in no uncertain terms. “If we’re doing this, this can’t continue to happen, you hear me? I need you to stay in the room. Be a dick if you want. Just stay in the fucking room. After all this fucking time, man. Show me you at least respect me enough to give me that courtesy.”

He does. He does respect Francisco. After all this time. So, he stays. Despite his base instincts - which flood his body with the urge to run. The activation of his flight instinct. Thankfully, he supposes, Francisco is a pilot. If there’s anyone who can navigate him back to solid ground, it’s this guy.

“Come on. Sit down.” Francisco swings his legs, planting his feet to the floor. Sits up and pats the space beside him on the couch.

Santiago sighs deeply first; but then he sits, even if he doesn’t relax into it, perching his ample ass on the couch edge. He can feel the tension contorting his expression into something surly. He can’t fix it, but he makes sure to at least look down at the carpet instead of directly at Francisco. Somewhere deep down he knows he doesn’t deserve to receive the full brunt of his mood.

“Is this… because of the engagement?” Francisco ventures.

“No!” Santiago snaps back indignantly. Well. That’s another lie, apparently. As soon as that thread is tugged on, Santiago feels there’s truth in it. You and Will announcing your engagement has him feeling a lot of feelings - even if he can’t fully admit that to himself yet. Even if he can’t name them all yet. Still, that’s not quite it. At least… it’s not all of it.

“Well. Good.” If Francisco has noticed the lie, he steps over it. Instead of pulling him up on it, his hand slides down Santiago’s back and, counterintuitively, the man stiffens against the bestowed comfort. “Because they said it won’t change anything and honestly I believe-“

“-It’s not about that,” Santiago bristles.

“Okay.” Francisco’s hand smoothing at his back almost melts him. Almost. Stubbornly, he resists it. Still can’t fully admit to all the ways the man can see right through him. “Then wh-

Abruptly, Santiago rises to standing. An unfathomable adrenaline piping through his limbs. It feels like fear; though with no physical source he can name. “-What are we even doing, Frank?”

Frankie’s coffee cup brown eyes fall warm on Santiago, not bitter, even as the man clearly struggles to follow his train of thought. Honestly, Santiago is struggling to follow it himself. All he knows is he’s feeling… feelings.

“I mean. Seriously. Those two are engaged and we’re… I mean.” His voice falters. He hates that. Doesn’t like to feel vulnerable. Doesn’t like the way Francisco is able to pour himself into every crack he can find, sticking him together like glue. “Why the fuck are you on my couch? On a Tuesday night?”

“Would Wednesday work better for you, or..?”

“Frank, I’m serious. What are we doing?”

Santiago shuffles from foot to foot. Curls his tongue around his lip. Wants to run. Wants to get away from here. Doesn’t want Francisco to see him all opened up. He’s seen him all opened up. All opened up for him. Opening him up; and he can’t let him crawl inside any deeper.

He wants to leave the room.

But he doesn’t.

He risks a look back at Francisco, his head hung and his hands clasped in his lap. Santiago sees exactly what he expected to see there. Sees disappointment.

But he’s trying. For Frank, he’s trying..

Goddamn. He can say the right thing when he has something to gain. But oh boy. It’s a different story altogether when he has something to lose, isn’t it?

Francisco doesn’t rise to it though. Instead, he looks up at Santiago levelly. He feels embarrassed when he does that. Like Francisco is a man and meanwhile he’s somehow behaving like a small child.

“Take a second,” Francisco soothes, rising to standing in front of Santiago. “What is it that you actually wanna say to me?”

Santiago sniffs. Still frantic despite Francisco’s calm.

Stay in the room.

Stay on the ground, pendejo.

“You come here to fuck me and now you’re reading.” His palm gestures towards the couch in frustration. “You’re just sat there…”

Francisco’s eyebrows jump up, gently - to his credit, really trying to interpret what’s going down here. “Reading.”

“Yeah. Like this is all some…” Santiago doesn’t know where he’s going with this tirade, honestly. But he’s damn sure going to let it out anyway. “We’re not fucking married.”

Ah. There it is.

A flood of emotion rides in on the crest of that realisation. “We’re just hooking-up.”

A swallow sinks down Francisco’s corded neck. His mouth scrunches up into a pout, but other than that, he doesn’t give much away. Not beyond a tiny, discernible fissure of sadness in his tone. “Oh. I hadn’t realised that’s what we were doing.”

It’s preposterous, really. Preposterous to think that 18 years of friendship - and now this - could be reduced to “hooking-up”. Like he hasn’t known Frank for longer than he’s had the goddamn couch he’s complaining about him laying on?

Still - because of course he does - Santiago doubles down. Even as Francisco’s arms fold across his chest, suddenly making Santiago feel more lonely than he has in months. He tries not to dwell on the realisation that the past few months have been the first time he hasn’t felt lonely in such a long time. “Frank. Be real for a second. Like I’m not just some pit stop? You know. Until you find a new Mom for Bella?”

He can’t stand to look at the anger which flashes in Francisco’s eyes when he says that.

In fact, Santiago wants to run from himself in that moment. From the way he can twist something good and turn it bad. From the way he always seems to have the power to make his worst fears become real. Because he just has to poke something over and over to test how real it is. But, now that he’s started? He can’t stop.

“Fuck. And then, Will and…” he trails off before he says your name. Can’t bear to say it. Pulls on that thread and suddenly it’s all connected. Him and Frankie and you and Will. All tied together in a web he can’t yet understand, let alone trust. It’s all linked to the same fear in the pit of him.

There is a beat, and Santiago chews some more words down.

“You think we’ll all leave you.” Frankie says plainly, struck by the epiphany. Finally slotting everything into place, and Santiago feels his face pinch and draw down. Feels his chest tighten.

“No. That’s not what I’m saying.” Yeah. Yeah, Frank, that’s exactly it.

Santiago’s looking at the floor, but he can still see Frankie’s looming presence as he shuffles closer, mumbling idiota fondly under his breath.

Santiago is terrified that he will be angry. Expects it. Thinks he deserves it. But, instead, he feels Francisco’s strong arms wind around his middle. He feels the warm press of Frankie around him, muddling him closer. Still, although he wants to, he doesn’t yield to it yet. Not all the way.

“You’re the biggest flight risk around here, cariño.” Francisco chuckles warmly. “If any fucker was about to leave I’d have bets on it being you.“

“Fine!” Santiago snaps, irked by the mere suggestion even if he’s done it a hundred times before. “Maybe I will!”

“Oh. You will?”

He hadn’t expected Francisco to call his bluff, honestly. Hadn’t expected a lot of things when it came to him, to be fair. His next works are weaker. “I might.”

“Okay,” Francisco shrugs, before starting towards the doorway. Christ. Is this it? Has he fucked it already? Is this done?

“Where are you going?” He asks, his voice breaking.

“To the bedroom.”

“Why?”

“You’re coming, idiota.” Francisco doesn’t look “done”. Doesn’t look angry, even. Instead, he tilts his head -come on- and holds his hand out for Santiago.

“Why?” Santiago asks, even as he obliges.

Francisco leads him to his own bedroom then. Walks to the chest of drawers and pulls one of them open, lifting out piles of Santiago’s clothes and tossing them on to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Santiago’s eyes flit around the room in confusion. Embarrassment, as Francisco makes visible the exact upheaval he’s threatening.

“Well, see? That’s up to you. I’m either helping you pack, in case you wanna high tail it outta here - to get away from me reading so offensively on your couch. Or…” Francisco offers, matter-of-factly, “… I’m clearing myself a fucking drawer.”

“Huh? What for?”

Francisco turns towards him. Closes the gap between their bodies again. Presses his palm to Santiago’s face and rests the pad of his thumb on his shapely chin. “So that I have somewhere to put my stuff.” His gaze softens, and he presses a chaste kiss to the man’s lips. “When I stay over on Tuesdays.”

And with that, Francisco rests his case. Retrieves the book Santiago hadn’t even realised he’d stuffed into his back pocket before heading upstairs, and rounds the bed. Reclines himself on the clear side, looking all beautiful again.

Santiago sighs.

Santiago’s side of the bed, meanwhile, is covered in piles of his clothes. He can’t even lay down next to him. Not until he deals with this. Whatever “this” is.

Francisco is a clever fucker, alright.

Santiago saws his hand across his stubble as, meanwhile, Francisco disappears into his next chapter, not even looking up at him. “Your call, Santiago. Or, after 18 years, is a fucking drawer moving too fast for you?”

With Frank’s joke… it’s ridiculous, suddenly.

He feels ridiculous suddenly.

The situation and his anger and his fear feels… ludicrous.

He sees his situation better for what it is. It’s beautiful. Beautiful like Frank is.

Guess what? Santiago stayed in the room, and it all grew just a little less scary. In no small way thanks to his skilled pilot, who has spent so long learning his awkward, complex controls. Knows how to push all his buttons in just the right way.

His chest feels lighter. The knot in him unspools. An awed smile even cracks his face as he picks up a pile of boxers. “Well. You don’t need a whole drawer do you?”

“¡Ay, dios!” Frankie complains fondly.

“I mean. You don’t wear all that many clothes while you’re here, do you?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively - just in time for Francisco to clock it when he looks up, a smile chiselling itself from his strong features.

“Need extra hoodies, don’t I? You steal ‘em, pendejo.”

The two men lock eyes for a moment. Study one another, almost wistfully. Softer now. Full of feeling and affection.

Santiago knows it. Knows this is far more than hooking-up. And that’s it. That’s exactly what he’s so afraid of. He’s scared because it’s more than he’s ever felt. Deeper than he’s ever fell.

That’s the risk when you’re flying though, he supposes.

Still, there’s something about the soft light dancing in Francisco’s warm coffee cup eyes that makes him feel far less fearful. Makes him feel braver than he thought he could be.

“I’m sorry,” Santiago admits.

“I know you are.”

It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared, Francisco’s gaze tells him wordlessly. Just stay in the room. Just stay in the fucking room.

Santiago moves the final piles of clothes on to the top of the dresser and he crawls on to the bed beside Francisco. He nestles his cheek against the taller man’s chest. Curls his form around him and Francisco wraps him safely in his embrace. He feels the man’s heartbeat thud, pleasantly slow and steady, beneath his ear. He breathes in and out with the rise and fall of his chest, feeling the tension eke out of him.

“For the record?” Francisco begins, his voice striking a deep and robust note which shimmies right through him.

A divot notches in Santiago’s brow. “Yeah?”

“I’m not going anywhere. You got that?”

Francisco’s arms wrap him tighter, and meanwhile, Santiago’s eyes squeeze shut, fighting against hot, spiking tears of relief. He feels a warm, percussive kiss being planted at his hairline. Feels Francisco’s fingers raking impossibly gently through his curls.

“Better?”

“Mhmm,” Santiago agrees. “Yeah.” And, just for a moment, he allows himself to tug a little more forcefully on that thread. The one where you’re all connected. Him and Francisco, and Will and… you. For once, he tries to imagine the thread not as a web to tangle him up, but more like a… safety net. As something he could fall into, instead of run from. After a few moments of contemplating this, Santiago’s face splits in a tentative grin. “You know. She’s gonna look hot as all hell in a wedding dress.”

Frankie’s throaty chuckle, which sounds out, has to be his favourite sound in the whole world, and so, as he’s still laughing, Santiago opts to prop himself up on one elbow. Seeks out Fransisco’s gaze to meet with his own. He wants to tell him while he’s still laughing. Wants to believe this can all turn out happy.

“I love you.”

The words flow from Santiago’s chest so naturally, so freely and yet, immediately, a more solemn note chokes Francisco’s laughter. Weighs his smile down like a stone, until he is looking back at him with wet, shining eyes, his plush, mauve lips slightly parted in surprise.

He looks at Santiago as though he’s been waiting for him to figure that out.

He looks at him like he’s surprised, or like he never expected he’d live to hear those words out of his mouth.

Then, screw being on solid ground, Santiago thinks. As Francisco - after a dumbfounded beat - meets his revelation with a searing kiss, Santiago’s heart takes flight.

Francisco’s tongue curls tenderly into his mouth. His body rolls to shift Santiago beneath his weight, his knees falling open either side of his tight hips.

“I love you too,” Francisco says, voice revving with deep feeling as he braces on top of him. Then; “thank you”.

Santiago blinks. “For the drawer?!”

Francisco’s curse under his breath is nothing but fond. “Idiota. No. For trusting me enough to say that.”

Francisco’s tongue delves into his mouth once more, opening him up.

Frank, everywhere. All over him. With his tongue; his body; his heart.

Opening him up. Opening him up. Opening him up.

He’s opening him up, and what’s more… Santiago wants to let him in.

He wants to let Francisco into the deepest parts of him.

#Pedro pascal #Oscar Isaac #Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #Francisco catfish morales #Santiago pope Garcia x Francisco catfish morales

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frenzyarts · 1 year

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Could you talk a bit about how you design your OCs from a visual level? I really love their designs. Only if you have the time and energy of course <3

Thank you so much omg 💕 I was trying to think of a good way to answer this question, but the truth is my methods are very nebulous and hard to define! I’ll do my best though 🥳

Some characters come to me very easily, some go through a few revisions, and some go through a meat grinder of revisions lol. Rune was easy, her design was just in my head right off the bat from years of drawing/thinking about demons. Yorick was a little different. Awhile back I played a ttrpg and designed this character:

Look familiar? This is prototype Yorick!! (I have this on my portfolio at a higher res if you wanna zoom in or something idk) She was a character who was kind of elfin and was a clown who controlled shadows. When I started pinning down the stories and characters of A Slowly Beating Heart I KNEW I had to put a demonic clown in there, and I thought of this design.

A phase I go through when designing characters when im not sure how they’re gonna look is doing a bunch of iterations based on vibes. Here’s some of the earliest Yorick sketches I could find, you can see how they don’t quite look “right” yet:

Like the vibes were there but that’s not our Yorick! Here’s what I think might be the first or second sketch I did where they look right:

I used the old Yorick I had designed but finally modified the outfit and design in a way that pleased me. I went with this design, and went through some minor edits with the colors, and boom, the demon clown was born! (Though even in this image they aren’t quite right, in the final comic I got rid of the lines on their horns and saturated the green parts of their eyes):

Melody is another story. Versions of Melody had also been living in my mind for almost as long as Rune, but never as a solid design. I have a zillion sketches of Melody that don’t look at all like how she looks now. It wasn’t until right before her appearance in the comic that I actually decided to refine her character design. Since I had never quite solidified how she looked in my mind, getting her on paper was quite the task. Her hairstyle was already on my mind, but I did a bunch of different versions of her halo and outfits. I put a bunch of designs together and sent them out to my friends to ask them to vote on their favorite outfit to help me decide 😂:

In the end Melody’s outfit didn’t quite look like any of these, because they’re all somewhat complex, and I need things to stay really simple for comics. Once I had designed the outfit the struggle still wasn’t over, cause now I had to do colors. Here’s just a small sampling of the color pallets I went through:

I guess if I was gonna break down my process into steps, it would be like this:

1. Sketch a bunch of ideas based on vibes

2. Choose my fav and then refine it further by tweaking the outfit/hair ect

3. Try out a lot of different colors and keep adjusting them until they look right

4. Give birth to my Art Child 💃✨🙌

I don’t always do all that, and some of the design processes for certain characters happen a little differently. But that’s basically it! Sorry this was super long, I hope it helped!!

#my art #character design #art tutorial #tutorial #original character #Yorick #melody #a slowly beating heart #asbh #frenzy post

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello!

First or all, I hope you are doing fine and having a wonderful day✨. There's something I truly like about your blog, and it is that you always try to do it the most respectful that you can, it says a lot 🙌. I really love and enjoy your work; specially your headcanons, I think you've nailed the way the boys would be 💕. By the woul like to know if i can be added to your tag list 🥺.

I wasn't sure about doing this request, but i really got stuck the idea. I was wondering If you could write something about HunterxFReader (angst/smut), taking as reference that scene in The Proposal (with Sandra bullock and Ryan Reynolds) when they crash and fall to the ground, after she comes out of the bathroom 😂.

Sorry if I made a mistake in my writing, I'm not a native speaker 😅.

Aloha!

Thank you so much for your kind words! Much appreciated!😊💗 Added you to the tag list a little while ago when I first read you ask. I read them all right when I get them. The requests itself I have to work through from bottom to top, though, cause there are a lot of requests still waiting to be done. But finally, today, I made it to where your request was waiting. So sorry for the long wait!

Ah, yes, I know that movie, let me give this a try and my own little twist 😁

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - I Don't Hate You

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Angsty/Sexual Content/18+

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Hunter is assigned to be your bodyguard for a while. It seems like you and Hunter don't get along at all. He is a clone soldier, and you are a senator's daughter. You both succumb to your preconceptions of each other, which causes some friction. But quite unexpectedly, you get snowed in at the shelter you're hiding in for the duration of the mission. In a confined space with little privacy and dependent on each other, shreds fly at first, but ultimately so do sparks of unexpected affection.

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Hunter was angry and stressed, being snowed in with you was the last thing he needed right now. The speeder was on the fritz, just wouldn't start, it was too cold, the next supply shuttle wasn't coming for at least two weeks, and you two kept clashing.

"I can't stand that woman," he growls as he spreads after shave balm on his cheeks and chin.

He had just showered in the only bathroom you shared in the cabin, and shaved. His eyes wandered over the thousand vials, jars, and other paraphernalia you had spread out there. Hunter couldn't understand at all why you needed so many cosmetics. In his eyes you were a pretty if annoying girl, all that stuff didn't make it any better or worse.

"Unnecessary nonsense," he grumbles to himself, "What is all this stuff?"

Annoyed, he pushes aside a few of your cosmetics with a sigh to make room for his few utensils.

When you wake up, it is still very early. It is dark outside, but the moonlight illuminates the perfectly white world outside.

You sigh, tired and annoyed. The weather has thrown a wrench in your plans, you were actually going to another safe house where you would have had more space and privacy, but thanks to the snow, you are now stuck here.

It's quiet in the cabin, except for the low hum of the heater, nothing can be heard.

You guess that Hunter is still asleep on the sofa in the living room. You half-wrap your naked body in the bedspread and swing yourself off the mattress, making your way to the bathroom.

It happens too fast for your tired mind to react. The door of the bathroom opens right in front of you, before you even touch it. Along with a cloud of warm, humid air that smells of Hunter's aftershave balm, Hunter steps out of it and right into you.

You collide, Hunter, who is also completely surprised, steps on the much too long blanket you have wrapped around yourself, which then slips away from you. You become entangled in the blanket and in each other in an attempt to keep your balance. In the end, you both fall, you backwards and Hunter forwards on top of you.

Hunter fortunately catches most of his weight on his hands and arms. Lying over you, he stares at you, and you stare back.

The towel he has tied around his hips has half come loose and hangs down on him.

"You're naked," he notes, a little perplexed.

"So are you."

For a brief moment, there is absolute silence and your thoughts are racing. Finally, you growl at him, "Get off me!"

Hunter hastily stands up, dropping the towel completely to the floor by accident, and he stands naked in front of you as you scramble up with the blanket. You can't help but stare at him. He's incredibly well-built, hard muscles standing out under his tanned, tattooed skin. Your gaze drifts down, and you can't help it, the words just slip over your lips, "Woah, not bad."

Hunter raises his brows and looks at you, puzzled. As you realize what you just did and said, you feel your face get hot.

A smirk suddenly appears on his lips, instead of reaching for the towel and covering himself, Hunter crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks at you challengingly.

"What was that?"

"I said nothing," you say, startled.

Hunter doesn't let you off the hook so easily, though.

"Oh yes you did, you said something while staring at my naked body".

Defiantly, you look at him and say, "Put something on."

Hunter laughs softly, "That's not even close to what you said"

The heat just won't leave your cheeks and you stare strained into his face, trying not to stare at his body again. He just stands there, doesn't even try to pick up the towel to cover himself. You blink, not quite able to grasp what's going on. The smile on his lips is adorable, everything about him is suddenly incredibly attractive.

In your mind you call yourself a fool, convinced that his beautiful body has befuddled your mind. Slowly, Hunter reaches out to you, grabbing a corner of the blanket you have wrapped around you.

"Shouldn't we maybe even out the circumstances?"

Very gently he's tugging at the blanket, it's not urgent, more questioning and maybe a little challenging.

"You want to see me naked?" you ask softly.

He shrugs slightly, his smile almost shy as he says, "Wouldn't that be fair?"

"I guess," you reply, letting go of the fabric, whereupon he pulls it off your shoulders and the blanket slides to the floor.

Your heart pounds hard in your chest as you watch his gaze travel down your naked body. His expression changes, surprise is in it, a certain fascination and dreaminess. You don't even begin to guess how much he likes what he sees.

"Gods, you are beautiful"

His hand still hovers close to your shoulder, where he has pulled down the fabric of the blanket, as if frozen in his pose.

On impulse, thinking back to the last few days of you and him arguing and bitching, you say, "Too bad we hate each other."

He blinks, looks at your face and says seriously, "I don't hate you".

"We haven't really been getting along in the last few days."

Hunter says quietly, "That still doesn't mean I hate you. Do you really hate me?"

You shake your head.

"No, you've been bugging me, with your snappy military ways and all your rules…. but I don't hate you."

Hunter shows you his gentle smile again and says, "Those rules exist to protect you, not to annoy you."

Basically, you know that, of course, but you don't like being bossed around, and Hunter is used to applying the commanding tone.

He clears his throat, licks his lips, and you can see that he's thinking things over and weighing them up.

"I shouldn't look at you like that, but I don't want to stop either," he finally says quietly.

"Like what?"

He takes a deep breath before saying, "Desirous. It's not my place, and in fact it breaks several rules imposed on me"

Bolder than you actually feel, you counter him, "We're alone, snowed in, for a few more days. If you don't tell anyone, then I won't tell anyone."

Hunter sighs, "You shouldn't tempt me."

"Why not?" you ask curiously.

"Because I actually want a lot more than just to look at you. That statement is like an invitation"

He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, but he doesn't touch you.

"I want to smell you, taste you, feel you."

When you look into his eyes, they are very dark, almost black, his pupils widely dilated.

"Through your senses you can already smell me, can't you?"

He nods and says in a smoky voice, "Yes, I smell among other things that the thought of being touched by me pleases you, at least your body reacted immediately to my words"

Startled, you press your thighs together as if to prevent him from smelling your arousal. He smirks, his gaze twitches briefly to your thighs, then back to your face. Of course, your reaction has not escaped him.

"That thing you're trying to hide from me right now is exactly what I'd like to taste".

Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, your heart leaps, and even more heat spreads through your body. Hunter tilts his head, his face comes very close to yours, then your lips touch. First the touch is gossamer, gentle, then testing, curious, demanding. His tongue glides once over your lips, his lips close to yours he whispers, "Let me in mesh'la".

You don't think about it, your mouth opens, and his tongue immediately goes in playful search of yours. The first velvety collision is like fireworks. Your hands that previously hung uselessly at your sides greedily grab his shoulders, seeking contact. Feeling his broad, bare, muscular shoulders under your fingers is almost unbelievable at first. The heat that lurks under his skin passes over to you. His arms wrap around your body and slowly, as he kisses you, he pushes you back to the bed.

The back of your knees bump against the bed, and you almost fall, but Hunter holds you, gently lowering you onto the sheet and climbing over you. Hovering over you, leaning on his arms, he says softly, "Tell me if I go too far, Mesh'la."

Your first thought is that this man can't go too far at all, you are completely taken in by him, wanting to feel everything.

"I want more"

Hunter smiles.

"Good girl" he purrs.

He engulfs you in another heated kiss as your naked bodies lie pressed together on the bed. When he pulls away from the kiss, you're a little dizzy, the excitement, your pulse, your breathing.

Hunter kisses your neck, "Relax, Mesh'la, don't pass out on me yet."

You take a deeper breath, collect yourself, then feel his lips move down your body. Along your shoulder, to your breastbone and the mounds of your breasts. Playfully, he sucks a nipple between his lips and lets his tongue do a delicate dance on it, getting faster and faster.

You moan and your legs open automatically, expectant in desire and pleasure for more of him.

He keeps whispering to you, "Such a good girl, look at you, so beautiful, so willing. I will reward you, sweet Mesh'la".

He travels further down, from your breasts to your belly and slowly further and further, to your open thighs. His gaze drifts upward and meets yours.

"Can I have a taste?"

His hands slide to your thighs and grasp, holding them a little farther apart. Just feeling the strength in his hands makes your juices gather in your pussy.

"Yes, please," you say softly, to which Hunter smiles slyly at you.

His face hovers over your pussy. He takes a deep, shaky breath, closes his eyes, and opens them again. He seems to be in a trance as he places a gentle kiss directly on your swollen pearl, eliciting a small whimper from you. Shortly after, he drags his tongue through your folds, from top to bottom, several times, finding your heated, sensitive entrance and slowly sliding his tongue in circles inside you.

Your mouth drops open and a hoarse, long moan comes from your lips, louder than you expected, but as you put your hands in front of your mouth in shock, he lets go of you and says, "Let me hear you, Mesh'la, don't hold back, no one can hear you here but me."

Slowly you put your hands back down, letting out a moan of arousal as he drills his tongue into you quite abruptly with much more eagerness than before. His tongue is deft, strong and fast, you haven't experienced anything like it before. Your breathing gets faster and faster as he tongue fucks your pussy.

Your hands grip the sheet and tug at it, looking for stability.

A soft curse comes over your lips as he takes one hand off your thighs, his fingers find your clit and begin to stroke and massage it as his tongue continues to lick out your pussy, twitching through your cleft again and again.

Your body glows with arousal, your thighs begin to tremble, your moans and breaths quicken. Hunter hums softly, pleased with your reaction, he knows he has you ready in a moment. With a hoarse cry, your climax rolls over you, radiating from your center to your toes and hairline, as your pussy twitches around his tongue and your clit pulses violently under his fingers.

Hunter gently works you through your orgasm until it ebbs and finally lets go of you, climbing back over you, upward, until your faces are back at the same height. As he kisses you, you smell and taste yourself on him.

Breathing heavily, he finally leans his forehead against yours. His hard cock rests on your pubic, twitching impatiently every now and then. You can feel how much he pulls himself together, how much strength it costs him to hold back. Very slowly, very gently, after a while he begins to rub his swollen length over your pubic.

"I know I shouldn't ask for this," he says breathlessly, "But would you be willing to go further?"

You don't hesitate for a second.

"Yes, I'd love to."

Hunter's eyes widen, surprise, relief and pure lust are in his expression. You already know this is a night you won't forget.

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rorah · 4 months

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Your Leraje design is so beautiful!!!! I loved Ammeh's story so much and your design brought it to live marvellously!!! It felt like you guys made her a completely new and original character instead of a copy of Byleth or Dimitri.

Do you have any extra headcanons / brainworms about it??

PS. By the way the wiki says Leraje is a handsome demon in green who is carrying a bow. And in Yugioh there's a card that is called the "Leraje The god of Archery".

PSS. If Leraje loves horsies thanks to Dimitri in Ammeh's fic, Bow Knight Leraje when??

Oh, dear anon! let me smooch you =3= Thank you!! Hope you had left a good comment on Ammeh's work, because It's beautiful 💕. I mean, it's not a duty, but it's always appreciated by authors 🫶 Now, for brainworms I can't really say much because she's mainly under @ammeh7 's conception. I only translated her in visual language👉👈. If you ask me about those visual aspects I can expand🫰. For example, Given Byleth's and Jeralth's raw haircut, you could imagine Leraye should have look like a wild kid on the streets, however, Alois have been with them, and who knows where his spouse and daughter are during that time. I just imagine they could have go to them and get the extra help needed for those stuffs. But of course, it's not really something on me to say. Perhaps They went to someone else for a fresh haircut who knows (tbh, i went with the 2 idea that came to my mind, If I were serious I should've explored different hairstyles and such). Besides, I did Leraye's hair thinking about a mix of both, Dimitri and his princely straight hair, and Byleth's fluffy and wavy hair (I draw her fluffy bc Look at Sitri's). So since she has those royal genes, that hair must be something manageable ✨ I could expand on her clothes too. Since Jeralt and Byleth's clothes have similar patterns, I imagine Jeralt must know some tailor he can commission. In addition, since he already has experience in that matter, he can tutor Byleth on the topic of "Wearing big clothes because kids grow like weed." So some type of garment that can be adjusted over time comes in quite handy, since they can't carry a lot of things. Not to mention the footwear because it is also changed every so often. So sometimes you have to be creative xD I also could think of motherhood suits Byleth so nicely, since being a teacher made her grow, now that she doesn't have that in Hopes, she can take this chance to learn and develop herself a bit. And there's Sothis too. Perhaps Sothis wakes up early and she is fond on the little kid so she is less condescending than what was portrayed as in this game C:

Btw I looooooove the idea of Leraye could have a preference for bows 🥺. I like to think Byleth learned bows because for kids, it's convenient to just hide than fighting in close range (It totally doesn't have to do with the fact That I almost always made my Byleth a Falcon knight with bows bc brrrrrrr). Bow knight Leraye would be Awesome!! 🙌💓 (I am concerned about her strength though 😅)

#ask box #fic stuffs #Leraye/leraje my beloved #Im really up for the demon girls with demon boy's names 🫶#Isn't that lovely??#few3h fanfiction #one-night stand during academy phase AU

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lowlevelkoboldadventures · 9 months

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Do you have any advice for kobolds seeking to become spellcasters, be it tapping into their own inherent magic or trying to learn something more structured like a wizard or trying to tap into the divine?

Absolutely!!! Here's a quick list of things to try! ✨🙌✨

(Summary:)

Try seeing if you have latent draconic powers

Try the typical sorcery route (or be a mage like me!)

Get bestowed powers by a dragon

Worship a god (highly suggest the draconic pantheon, see below!)

[SPOILERS, read below]

Try seeing if you have latent draconic powers Some kobolds carry something inside them that taps into the inherent magic of dragon lineage! This is probably the easiest way to start casting spells, though not all kobolds have this, and such raw ancient power can be hard to control, especially when you're only 2 feet tall... 💥😅💥 (If that doesn't work, or if draconic magic is just too much to handle, there are plenty of other opportunities! Keep reading!) Try the typical sorcery route (or be a mage like me!) I personally am a mage, but that is really rare amongst kobolds, as most tend to go the sorcerer route and don't tend to be too big a fan of studying dusty tomes and scrolls and such. If sorcery sounds like the method for you, try going to places of magical power, consuming certain ingredients or potions, meditating, tracking dreams, and other such things that help you connect to the magic in the world around you and passing through you! If you're interested in being a mage like me, feel free to check out a book from the archives and get reading!!! 📖😋📚 (Also, if you're trying sorcery, don't be afraid to get weird with it!!! Just find what works for you! ✨☝️✨) Get bestowed powers by a dragon If you're still struggling and are still set on casting cool spells (or just don't have the time), my next recommendation would be to go to a dragon for help! Dragons will often bestow power of some kind to their followers or people they find an interest in, including magical abilities! I didn't recommend this first because I know working for a dragon isn't everyone's idea of a good time, but it is how I'm able to cast such powerful magic at such a low level! Worship a god If no dragons are immediately available, you still might get bestowed the powers you're craving by gods you worship! I highly suggest the dragon pantheon, though non-draconic pantheons would be very lucky to have you too! I personally prefer to serve my dragons in person, but the idea of pledging to the most powerful and noteworthy of all dragons ever is certainly also appealing in its own way!!! Here's this encyclopedia on the Outer Planes System's dragon pantheon, and I think Kereska especially might be who you're looking for! 😉 Pact If you've come this far and still don't have what you're looking for, maybe have you tried being a bard?? Or maybe a chef!!! Inventors are cool, right??? Who needs magic anyways, pshhh, totallly overhyped... Y-You're still here? Well, I guess... technically, there's still one last thing you could try, but I Super Highly Very Strongly advise that you reaaaaaally consider if it's worth it on this one.... You could, theoretically, make a pact for it. I'm not saying that all beings who make pacts are bad, but it's as easy as trading basalt with a hatchling to get screwed over in a way that will permanently remove the words "I'm ok" from your vocabulary. Demons, eldritch, and even some dragons may make this offer to you if you're desperate enough for it, just be really really really careful alright? 👉👈

Hopefully this helps, thank you so much for the ask!!! 🙏🥹 And again, you're free to check out any of the mage books in the collection here if you're interested! I'll even lend you my personal annotated copies if you ask nicely~ ✨;)✨

#ask tally #magic #kobold #D&D

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I'm tired of waiting for asks I'm answering a whole ask game here and now.

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name? Faolan name comes from the fact the commonly accepted way to refer to the protagonist of Destiny is "Young Wolf". Faolan itself is a name, irish in origin, that means "Little Wolf". Her last name Ashford, is generally accepted to mean "Ford by the ash trees." A ford is a shallow place in a river that can be easily crossed. And ash trees represent, generally, a place between life and death, or represent death itself. I like this last name for her because it, to me at least, means crossing a barrier between life and death. This works very well for her, a character constantly caught between life and death, often acting as a bringer of one to allow the other. Her name before she was raised was Atticus. This is because I like the name. I have never read To Kill a Mockingbird.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range) Physically she's stuck at 22 forever </3. But she was rezzed about six years ago in the real world.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)? Our favorite boy Crow and her have something going on there, that's for sure <3

🍕 - What is their favorite food? She doesn't a lot of the time! She's too busy. But when she is forced to sit down and eat something, she's not picky. But she's particularly fond of rice in any form.

💼 - What do they do for a living? Well, you'd assume Guardian is a job in and off itself, right? NO. She makes most of her glimmer through Gambit and Crucible, as well as a far bit from gambling and illegal Sparrow racing.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies? Sparrow Racing, that's about it.

🎯 -What do they do best? Faolan is a warrior at her heart, she always has been. Even when she was a child wandering the wastelands with Ulysses following the collapse. She fights like nothing else matters but ending the opponent in front of her, but she's clever enough to know when to disengage.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? She likes fighting, her friends, generally moving fast lil speed demon, winning, racing people, competition, and she likes books. She hates Vanguard meetings, sitting still, and days when there isn't wind.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories? Lighting the braziers at the Iron Temple.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories? Carrying Cayde's body back from the Prison of Elders.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one? Yes! She's had the same face since she was originally made. Thank you, Rudder. Though, her armor has changed quite a bit.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC? She wasn't inspired by anything! I didn't make her! My brother did! I just added gaps between the events in Destiny to make a more compelling character to write about. And Rudder based her design off of my when he was making her for me, so I guess me?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in? Sci-fi. Obviously.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have? One biologically, but she's ostensibly claimed Ripley as her sister. So, effectively two.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like? They're super dead! But her various mentor figures, pretty solid. I don't think she would've survived Forsaken without Ikora as support.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC? I like all the memories I have of her. Just because she's my character in Destiny. All the hours I messed around with Bella and Ben in the Reef, the misery and screaming in Spire, the late night Crucible sessions, the staying up till way past late. The friends Destiny, and by extension, Faolan, has helped me make. People that I wouldn't know if Rudder hadn't snatched my controller from my hands and made her for me on December 22nd, 2012.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC? I write about her at least once a week.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC? I can't. She can't die.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias? Lygophobia, the fear of the dark.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival? Besides the obvious, the Witness, she has MAD beef with Marcus Ren because it's HIS FAULT she got banned from the SRL.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC? Oh jeez... six years?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC? Ah, about eleven years old!

#long post #oc chatter #faolan #destiny #ask game

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lovely-letters-for-ed · 3 months

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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Thank you, @sleepystede for always tagging me! (I love your name, Beedle, btw!! And I definitely had to google some banjolele music!)

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? The story is, one parent wanted Kimberly and the other wanted Emily, and that's how I got Kimaly. 😤💗✨

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Everyday just about. But for various reasons. Today, for instance, I was leaving back to work from lunch when I saw my cat sitting so serenely outside near some flowering trees, (it's becoming an early spring here, so everything is beginning to bloom.) He looked so peaceful in the late afternoon light; the gentle wind rustling in the trees behind him. I was overwhelmed by how much I love him that I actually started crying. 😭💕💕 See below for the happy kitty squints.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell no.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I... was on our high school's tennis team for exactly one semester. I won one game by default because not only did my partner and I suck terribly, but so did the other team. We won with maybe a 0-1 score. It was very bad. 😂😂

DO YOU USE SARCASM? dO YoU uSe SaRcAsM? Just a little, (not sarcasm.)

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Face shape. Maybe like face shape in relation to their eyes. Yeah.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? Brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Definitely happy endings. Like, don't get me wrong, I enjoy relatively scary movies, but it's gotta have a good ending. I like to see people triumph at the end, or at least end with hope.

ANY TALENTS? I can draw. *Kermit nodding*

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? The States. In a hospital. Somewhere. I think in Oklahoma? 🤔

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Drawing. It's more like glorified doodling for months, until it becomes a full-fledged artwork. I recently started driving, and so I like going for very long drives.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? My old man baby boy sweet child precious meow meow I adopted from my coworker. He's the most social cat I've ever met. He's bursting with personality, and everyone in the neighborhood knows him (and f e e d s him 😭😭.)

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'7. Though, fun fact, I had physical therapy on my neck last summer with cervical traction, and during my follow-up appointment, the nurse asked me my height as she was measuring me, to which I replied, "I'm 5'7." After a moment, she paused and said, "No, honey, actually, you're 5'8!"

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? High school: Art class, of course. Though, I also loved English. Specifically, the writing and grammar bits. College: my whole art curriculum and Film Class.

DREAM JOB? I thought I knew, but it continues to change. I'd like to get into something that helps people, specifically LGBTQIA+. I'd like a job where I get to actively improve people's lives. Anyone have any ideas, please let me know! 🙌

#tag game #get to know me

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daisukipoppy · 4 months

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Iꪀtꭈᨵdυᝯtꪱᨵꪀ~! ✨🎀🦢

Introduction for your favorite pinkie!

🦢 - Hai my swans! (◍•ᴗ•◍) you can call me Rosy, and I'll be your upcoming new writing friend! My inbox is open for any request in the meanwhile as I write upcoming stuffs!

✨ - I'm new to the light, but I'm willing to stay for as long as I can! I'm an INFJ and an Aries! My favorite color is of coursie pink! and my aesthetic ranges from Coquette to Gyaru! Oh! And I loveeeee My melody and Kuromi >:3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・

~ ℘ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀƙׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ ׅ꯱tׁׅɑׁׅꭈׁׅtׁׅ!

'Rosy! What do you normally write here?'

🎀 - Lovely question bestie! I write for alottt of Media! I've studied them all, so I'll be trying super duper hard to make them as canon, or fanon —if that's your preference— as possible!

❅Doom Slayer ✾Sono Bisque Doll

❀Call of Duty (all) ❃Madness Combat

✿DC ✯ Devil May Cry

❁Marvel ✰ And many, many more..! 🎀✨

❥ Do not be afraid to suggest more! Though, expect a little long wait due to my busy, but also researchful self!

'Rosy, which gender do you mostly write for?'

🎀 - Depends! Do you want AFAB, AMAB or GN? I'm good with anything so long as you all are! I accept any form of request for any reader preference!

'Rosy, what are your don'ts?'

🎀 - Aweee! Thank you so much for asking! ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ but to be clear, I set my boundaries around sexual kinks that are morally weird for me.. P!ss, R@pe, or just anything consensually graphic or ewwy, is a big no no! No kinkshaming tho..

'Rosy, when are you available?'

🎀 - Hmm, weekends and Fridays mostly, but I can operate during weekdays! Gimme a few moments teehee! ✨

'What do you normally write outside requests?'

🎀 - Coquette reader! Bimbo reader, Gyaru, or whatnot! I loveeee making reader my own kind of style, but I'd write anything if requested! 🦢

'Rosy, do you need help? :<'

🎀 - Mentally, I'm quite alright! But I appreciate the concern! Aside from that, I need help with the whole tumblr thingy huhu, I wanna improve so muchie!

'Rosy, what are your boundariesss?'

🎀 - I'm uncomfy with oversharing infosss, keep your bank number or personal contacts to yourself till you meet the one! Let's just stay besties and talk about our interest, yaya? ^^ yaya!

✨🎀 🦢 - welp! That marks the end of my introduction.. If there are anymore questions you'd like to ask, go on! I'd love interacting with you all 🙌✨

#introoooo!#the boys #madness combat #devil may cry #disney twst #call of duty #modern warfare #black ops cold war #doom eternal #sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru #dc comics #marvel #pink #coquette #gyaru gal #introduction post #daisukipoppy™

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fobnsfwdoodles · 10 months

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hello !!! I have no requests, just wanted to let you know I donated !!!

I'm currently in summer break for university and I don't start working until school starts back up again, but I just really wanted to send you something !!! I live for your drawings 😵‍💫

and once I start working, I'd like to donate more and maybe send a request :>

though I feel like everyone who requests something reads my mind because they always send what I need 😵‍💫

✨Special Mention✨

Hello!! Thank you anon! You have personally helped fund the fall out boy porn that the community is asking for 💕🤝 I appreciate your donation and I'm so happy you've been enjoying the doodles 💕

You can send a request anytime you like, but for sure everyone comes thru with good ideas 😭🙌

#donation #the fact that you donated and youre not back at work yet 😭😭😭#i really love each and every one of you #yall bringing me joy

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hanafubukki · 9 months

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Hello, Hana! 😊✨ For the Twst Q&A: 2, 15, 17, 18, 23, 24 ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

(From this Twst Q&A)

Thank you for sending this in Nessy 💞🌻🌷

2. Whose hand did you take?

I took Lilia’s hand. It was a choice between Malleus and Lilia and I literally couldn’t choose. I chose Lilia because it was him that got me into writing fanfics again after over a decade. So I took his hand.

I used the free Sr key to get Malleus robes. I already made sure to get malleus lab in the beginning when we can choose dorm cards.

15. What character would you beef with?

Azul because the way he uses your weakness and when you need the greatest time of help and has you sign a contract with him makes me want to fight him.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s not forcing you (well, he does have the twins and basically you have no choice when you do need his help). But, contracts and such used in dire need?? Gives me a bitter taste. Though I know he changed, just that beginning of book 3 still ticks me off lol That said, read before you sign kids always.

17 Favorite original card art?

General Lilia card, it was a card I always wanted for years when I got into twst. When it happened, I was so happy. My friends kept pinging me and it was such a great and happy moment. My wish literally came true.

If EN only, then Dance and Wishes. That card fits all the aesthetics I love.

18. Favorite groovy card art?

Oh this one was hard to decide, it was between malleus first bday and his masquerade card.

But for sure his masquerade card, dragon fae is asking us for a dance. That literally had my heart pounding.

23. Who do you most relate to?

Hmmm it was between Idia and Malleus. But I would have to go with Malleus. As someone who was always left out and always wanted to be invited, I feel his pain. People forgetting you? Even though you try so hard? It hurts. Yes, I am a introvert. But it doesn’t mean I don’t or won’t hang out. That I don’t want to be invited. Being forgotten in a room full of people hurts.

24. What club would you join?

Probably the board game club, because I like playing games. It would be great if they allowed me to play video games or my otomes though lol. But I do love to play group games.

If I could, I would make a reading club. Just read your favorite books and talk about them if you want.

This was a lot of fun 💚💞 thank you again for sending this in 🙌👏

#answered #ask game #🌺Nessy🌺

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2aceofspades · 1 month

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hi you probably got this question asked before. BUT who are your favorite duos in rottmnt??? >:D

btw i love the f!Cassandra and f!Leo they are my favorite duo (after disaster twins 🥳) but love your art and keep up the great work :DDD

Hi hello! 🙌✨ Oh! My favorite duo is Leo and Raph in the show 💙❤️ I don't draw them all too much cuz ✨EMD brainrot✨/pos, but I love them very much.

Here's a lil semi-old doodle of them that I never posted on here~

Them 🥹❤️💙

I also like Donnie and Mikey as a duo in the show 💜🧡 I love how they interact with each other in the show

I will say though, my favorite duo in my own au is probably f!Cassandra and f!Leo cuz they've got such interesting tension between them. I would love to draw another comic with the two of them 🌟

Awwwwee! Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it 🤗✨!

#ace answers #acey doodles #magnetic duo #my favs 💙❤️#thank you again for asking!#i appreciate your curiosity 🤗✨#:)

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ametrinember · 1 year

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Dropping in to say that I notice when you leave those really thoughtful comments/compliments in the tags on people's art!! Even though it's not my art, it still pleases me to see it when you reblog it from me because I know you made that artist's day. Keep brightening the world my friend!!

I get virtually zero asks (makes sense, on this site I'm not a content creator so much as a serial reblogger) and all my IRL friends are on Twitter or FB (this sounds like a lie, but it's true 😹), so when I saw the message notification I thought it was a pornbot and was rolling my eyes when I clicked on it, and instead of "hey handsome wanna chat with a sexy single beauty," I got your lovely message, and in 0.05 sec went from -_- to

Thank you so much for your kind words!!! 😭💕 I just really appreciate all the content creators who post here and feed their fandoms. We have so many incredible, funny, talented artists and writers here and when they share their content, they make MY day. 🥰 BTW, I love your gifs and I heartily agree your yakuza essays. 😎🙌 Thank you for sharing your creations too!!! 🤗🌟✨

#THIS ASK WAS SO SWEET I'M SERIOUSLY SO TOUCHED 😭✨#zevzevarainai #queue

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frenzyarts · 10 months

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To the anon that sent the very long ask it was very sweet and I’m glad you find the relationship content I make relatable! Sorry I’m not gonna publish your ask just cause it’s super long. Thanks though!! 🙌💕✨

#frenzy post

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seelestia · 2 years

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Hi Lia! Just here to send my lil submission + participation with your event! Congrats on hitting such a huge milestone!! 🙌👏🎉

Personality traits: Usually sarcastic, a chatter box with friends but quiet and intimidating with strangers (which is actually just me being introverted and not liking people in general), tries to make a quip/joke here and there to see friends laugh

Hobbies/interests: Drawing, Reading (fanfics/comics/manga/manhwa), Writing, Listening to music on repeat and staring at a wall reevaluating life or just daydreaming

Love languages: Primary -> Quality time, Secondary -> Words of Affirmation and Lastly -> Physical Touch

MBTI: INTP

Zodiac sign: Capricorn (idk if u need this but here it is I guess)

And with that I bid you adieu my dearest author, dulcet ;D

- Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae (tried keeping it short and simple since I didn't want it to be long according to ur rules hehe)

thank you so much for choosing 1-800-SEELEETIA's speed matchmaking services! the keyword: dulcet is inserted . . . congratulations, your result is successfully unlocked! [ submissions are closed, event post. ]

lia's note: what a pleasure to see you here during my debut as cupid, comrade! (/lh) and tyyy, you already gave me lots of congratulatory gifts, so it's about time i give back to you >:)

「 YOUR MATCH IS . . . VENTI! 」

If your sarcasm is one of the ways to entertain those around you, then you'd surely notice how your little quips are often met by laughter from a certain bard. Not in the "clutching my stomach, laughing my heart out" way, but just a little giggle to let you know that he acknowledges your remark.

VENTI is playful and light-hearted, the type of humor that makes you want to shake your head fondly. Yet, his sincerity is also alluringly tender; the type that makes you feel safe, as if you can spill every single one of your heart's contents to him — and you can.

Why is life the way it is? What if you've chosen a different decision? What-ifs and more what-ifs. You really have to wonder how VENTI even tolerates these incessant thoughts of yours? Well, he wouldn't say that 'tolerate' is a fitting word since he gets invested in your thoughts as much as you do, actually.

Not just your thoughts, but also the stories that you read and the stories you create in mind. Sometimes, VENTI even manages to come up with spontaneous rhymes inspired by the stories you tell him and they always sound beautiful.

People always say that the breeze of Mondstadt blows tranquility into one's soul, but you have a sneaky feeling that today is more nippy because a certain Anemo Archon wants you to fall asleep on his lap.

If you ask VENTI, though; an innocent (yet oddly devious) smile and an "ehe" is all you'd be able to get out of him.

「RUNNER-UPS: Kazuha, Itto. 」

#for my fav red flag scara stan ever 🫶#but it is venti's spotlight rn (/j)#seelestia.1k

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Uno reverse card at u......all of them for my favorite meowmeow Laizr!!!

Did you just call Laizr a “meowmeow”? LMFAO Also, after going through and answering all of these questions, I realize sending this entire ask meme was a curse, and I apologize for subjecting you to it!!! lol

✨- How did you come up with the OC��s name?

I wanted his name to be something demon-y, but I wanted to come up with it myself. I have no idea why I thought Laizr was a good idea, but basically it went laser -> lazer .> laizr. Because. Original. Don’t judge me lol

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

He’s physically and mentally in his early 20s at most, but his calendar age is over 3,000. He’s considered a baby demon. lol

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Sort of? Laizr is aro/ace. He had a relationship before but it didn’t work out, and he does have a future relationship with Ebony.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

He doesn’t eat often, so I don’t think he has a favorite MEAL, but he does love cherry cheesecake, thanks to Sonar convincing him to try it.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

He’s done enough in his life already so in the present he’s basically just a hermit. Lol A rich, asshole hermit with a palace full of orphans.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

He has a garden he maintains in his backyard with flowers, bushes, and trees he picked out and planted himself. He also dabbles in ink drawing and calligraphy, music, science, etc. He’s had a lot of time to pick up and get tired of many hobbies.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Magic. He spent most of his life studying, practicing, and stealing abilities from other people. (Not in that order)

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

He doesn’t want you to know that he loves anything. There’s a lot of things he hates doing, but at this point I think cleaning up after babies is the thing he hates the most. He has taken care of many babies against his will, and I think he genuinely despises it, which is a mood.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Any time one of his kids, adopted or otherwise, accomplishes something they’re proud of.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The collapse of his first castle and subsequent death of most of the people housed in it, along with the slog of the days after where he and Zanzabar worked alone together to try and pull survivors from the rubble.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Oh definitely not.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

“Want big bad for story. Biggest bad I can think of is a DEMON.” In all seriousness, I don’t have a single clue what inspired his design aside from that. I was just obsessed with making the coolest, most original bad guy I could at the time.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Fantasy/Sci-Fi, I guess.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

He/They Agender, Asexual, Aromantic

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

TECHNICALLY none. Also technically 1. On paper he has 11 siblings. It’s complicated.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Non-existent

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

*gestures to all of him*

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Uh. This is not a fair question because I hardly have time to breathe so… I DO tend to draw him more than the others though, if that counts at all.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I have done this, yes. But I also like rebirth/revive plots so.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

He is afraid of death, bright lights, and (thanks to his son) a particular type of bug.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Teraza. It’s been established since I first made both characters that they HATE each other. The funny thing is that, if he considers Teraza a rival it also means that in a backwards was he does have some level of respect for him.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since…2006? I can never remember the specifics, but I know it was in 2006.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

14, so you’re not allowed to judge his name LOL

#ask meme/#my ocs/#Laizr/#nightraybaskerville

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