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galedekarios · 3 months

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it's an absolute crime tbh to give gale's romance tracks the titles "wash my pain away" and "wash my dreams away" and then have there not be an actual romance scene involving taking that lavender-scented bath together that was teased in early access:

Gale: Time is a precious gift. With time, we may even reach Baldur's Gate, a city rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps: solutions. Protag: In that case I share your optimism. Here's to the journey ahead. Gale: And here's to your company. Gale: Oh, I can picture it now: academies, libraries, laboratories – the assembled knowledge of centuries that may just set us free. Better yet: soft beds, home-cooked meals, and all the other little luxuries this wilderness so brashly denies us. Gale: Gods, I'd pay a king's ransom for a hot, lavender-scented bath – minstrels serenading as I close my eyes and let the water's warmth dissolve all woes. Plenty to look forward to.

#honking my own clown nose 🤡#i just want the protag to be allowed to take care of gale for once #>-Io #anyhow this is my cue to go back to the post i was working re: scenes i would've liked gale to have if all the companions had as many #as a certain someone does #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #otp: a soul that steels my own #otp: you give me hope #otp: celestial bodies #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate

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little-pup-pip · 3 months

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My going to have a clown themed birthday and I’m trying to explain the ascetic to people and they aren’t understanding, do you think you could make a clown party mood board with some cute clown outfits and a cake? (I like you work btw)

Sure!!

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alienaiver · 5 months

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Proposals Plus One

Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers and references to Godzilla Minus One, it is gender neutral but you are being proposed to ! <3 also iwa gives oikawa the finger if thats not ur thing wordcount: 2.4k content: FLUFF, proposals, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly and body positive reader, Childhood friends to lovers trope, SFW, No use of y/n, canon compliant, post-timeskip, one-shot, established relationship, use of honorifics (iwa-chan is the only one, by oikawa of course), this was supposed to be a drabble hi, also oikawa appears at 5ish am in argentina, i salute him for his dedicated friendship

notes: when i describe iwaizumi watching the movie i basically just described myself LMFAO!!! anyways.. i wanted this to be a let-iwaizumi-experience-my-favorite-movie but it turned into... this! i hope u enjoy heheh <:) <33 PLEASE enjoy my title pun as a reference to Godzilla Minus One!!!!!

Iwaizumi’s hands are not still for more than a few seconds at a time during the little more than two hours you spend in the cinema. They shift between grasping onto his soda or taking the popcorn from you – only to put them back onto your lap, or grasp onto your hand like his life depends on it. Especially during the big, cinematic scenes. When Godzilla starts to charge the atomic beam attack, you hear him take a sharp intake and lean into you, like he really can’t contain his own mortal vessel.

It’s really cute.

You’re glad he brought you along with him, even if you’d been hesitant to begin with.

“Oikawa always goes with you,” you tried to argue, “I don’t want to take his spot.”

Iwaizumi had lowered his gaze and tried to hide his expression when he admitted that Oikawa wouldn’t be in Japan for the release. You genuinely thought he would, so you couldn’t hide the surprise at the admission. “So… you’re not imposing yourself.” he’d grunted afterwards and got up from the dining table, “but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Whenever there’s a big action scene, like when Noriko falls from the open and destroyed train free-fall into a pool of water or when Godzilla destroys the cinema, he leans forward in his seat before he looks at you and even through a dim cinema with lights only emitting from the screen, you can see the stars reflecting in his eyes, his mouth open in a smile you don’t see often on him. Like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing, and he’s checking with you to confirm it.

When the credits starts rolling and people start to leave, your boyfriend puts his palms on his temples as he uses a moment to process what he’s just seen. Then, very slowly like he’s edited into slow-motion he turns towards you. His eyes are wide and his mouth slack, but the more you get into view, the more the corners of his lips tugs upwards.

You laugh and grip his upper arm, squeeze it lightly, “was it everything you needed the 70th anniversary to be?”

The look he gives you is perplexed; almost like he can’t believe that you’re asking him that. He drags his hands down his face, dragging the skin with him and making a grimace, “what’s the time?” he then suddenly ask, real time seemingly catching up to his body as he hurries to check his watch.

“It’ll roll again at 6! That’s in 45 minutes! We can grab a quick bite and then”- he interrupts himself with a cough before he reminds himself and tenses his shoulders -”sorry, we have a reservation.”

You take him in for a minute, your underlip worried between your teeth as you weigh your options. The reservation isn’t important in and of itself; it’s just a small Yakiniku place that ended up being close to the cinema and you’re full from the popcorn and candy anyways.

You hum, dramatically as you pretend to be an actor for the effect. Iwaizumi’s already on his phone, checking the Google Maps route to the restaurant. You fish out your own phone and go to the cinema’s website to buy two new tickets. During the booking you see it’ll be shown in another of their screens, which only makes you smile mischievously.

When the booking’s confirmed, you start to get up with a sigh, “let’s talk about the movie at the restaurant, yeah?” you try to keep yourself neutral as to not give away your plan. Iwaizumi smiles and puts his arms through the sleeves of his light jean jacket. The summer heat is peaking, so he’d only worn it to have pockets.

You grab onto his hand and squeeze it as he gets up next to you, “thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”

You kiss his him chaste on the lips before you start to drag him out. After you’ve both been by the bathroom, you pass by the snacks and tug at him, “can we go back in real quick? I really regretted not buying that chocolate bar when we browsed before the movie… please?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at you but smiles widely and follows you, his other hand already searching his pocket for his wallet.

You grab two different chocolate bars, one you know that he likes and your own favorite. Then you go to the soda aisle and pretend to think it through deeply. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow perks up at your behavior, “what do you need soda for? The restaurant will have drinks. If you want something specific we can pick it up on the way home.”

You shake your head and tighten your lips into a frown, “yeah but look! They have this fun variant of melon soda. Don’t you want to taste?” you point to the small sign next to it, “it’s cinema exclusive.”

Iwaizumi is never really able to say no to you, but he is perplexed about the behavior you’re exhibiting. You bite your lip as you give him a pleading look, fearing your luck’s running out. The puppy eyes makes him shake his head and grab two cups to fill. You kiss his cheek with a laugh.

With renewed drinks and snacks (minus the popcorn, you can still feel the kernels stuck to your teeth) you go to sit down by one of their benches, pretending to tie your laces. Iwaizumi sees that your laces aren’t untied, but he stays quiet.

When you sit back up with a satisfied grunt, you grab your phone from your purse and find the tickets, “look babe! We’re in the middle row seats!”

He squints to look properly at what you’re showing him, his nose crinkling in a way you think is adorable. You wish you’d had a second phone to secretly record this reaction. There’s nothing like it. Warmth and blood rises to his face and makes his ears bright red as his eyes widen, mouth hanging slack.

“What did you- how… when did you?” he asks, clutching at his hair with his free hand. You laugh, proud to see him with revived excitement, “I booked them right after. We’re going to have so many snacks that dinner can be a little later… I’d rather experience that with you than that restaurant!”

Iwaizumi pulls back from you a little with a laugh as he drags his hand over his mouth, suddenly looking unsure of himself. You tilt your head to the side. He says, “but that restaurant’s really… uh… special.” You sigh and reach out for his hand, “yeah but you’re more special to me. We can always go some other time, right?”

You’re suddenly afraid he doesn’t want to watch it again, that it was just the adrenaline of excitement making him say it back when the credits where rolling. He mutters unintelligible words under his breath before he mumbles an announcement, “well now’s a good as time as any.”

He then looks at you, the blush returning as he puts the drinks and snacks down next to yours on the bench, “I uh- I need to call Shittykawa real quick.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at that, but you nod. Maybe he wants to tell him about the movie before you watch it again; this used to be their thing growing up after all.

You sit back down on the bench and take out your phone, scrolling through social media as you wait for him to make his call. You’re surprised when the sound of a FaceTime call starts ringing through the air and Iwaizumi looks annoyed. It’s not an uncommon expression on him, so you’re not sure you’re able to decipher the meaning behind it right now.

“Iwa-chan? That’s early! Doesn’t it take 10 minutes to the restaurant?” Oikawa gasps on the other end, “no way, did you get cold feet!? Iwa-chan!!” he suddenly scolds and Iwaizumi grunts out a shut up and you assume point the camera towards you because Oikawa’s voice greets you, strained and perfectly polite. It’s eerily unnatural when acted towards you and not a fan. Confused, you just wave at him and Oikawa gasps again. “In the cinema? That wasn’t the plan at all! Did you already do it?” he continues on, and you make a grimace to Iwaizumi. What the hell is he talking about?

Iwaizumi snaps at Oikawa and hurriedly moves out of earshot from you, mumbling into the phone. Then he comes back with his back straightened´up and stiff, legs seemingly wobbly under his weight. He puts his phone with Oikawa on the call up against the plant next to you, pointing it towards you. You can see Oikawa lying on his stomach on a bed, eye masks on and no light except for the screen – Argentina’s far behind Japan after all. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s jogged back in front of you and practically falls to his knee in front of you, wincing from the pain of landing unexpectedly hard.

You think you’re catching on.

Your breath catches in your throat as you keep your eyes locked onto the man in front of you, suddenly fearing he’ll disappear into thin air and that this is just a dream.

Iwaizumi clears his throat and opens his mouth to start talking before he catches himself and hastily goes through his pockets. He pats the chest pocket an extra time before his nimble fingers slide inside and come out with a blue velvet box. Your hands go to cover your mouth, because it’s the same color as Aoba Johsai’s turquoise.

“Why’d you choose Seijoh?” an angry-looking 15-year-old from your new class asked you during the rounds where you’re supposed to get to know each other. With a strained smile you admit sheepishly, “I loved the colors of the school’s volley uniform.”

When he sees your expression he laughs, “I planned to do this at the restaurant – but you willingly choosing to go to the cinema to watch my … uh, my thing, not once but twice. And in a day no less, well…” he clears his throat and looks away, “it kinda knocked me off my feet. I’ve known for a long time this was going to happen but… when you showed me your phone with that excited expression that I love? It’s like… well, it was like the entire universe conspired to confirm that it has to be you… you know?”

He shakes his head and apologizes for sounding so cheesy before he drags a hand through his spikes. When he looks directly into your eyes after gathering himself, you straighten your back and start nodding. He hasn’t even asked you yet but your legs are shaking with the intense feeling of your response.

He laughs when he sees you nod. The raspy and relaxed one, reserved for you. You stare at each other for a time, admiring each other’s eyes and being in this moment, this time in life carved for the two of you. Then he shakes his head and starts to open his mouth. It must take too long though, because your shared childhood menace of a best friend starts booing. You both look to him and Iwaizumi has a scolding ready on his tongue until he sees the fat tears shining on his screen, Oikawa’s nose red and wrinkled.

Iwaizumi decides to simply give him the middle finger before he turns back to you. He says your name with an embarrassed lilt to his tone and finally, at last, formally asks you;

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You laugh, unabashed and excited. In your bewilderment you shake your head in disbelief and the raw fear in Iwaizumi’s eyes makes you flinch and yell out a too loud “yes!” to make sure that you were merely reacting to the overwhelming situation in front of you.

People in the cinema are looking, silently clapping and smiling at you both but generally keeping a polite distance. You sniffle and lean towards Iwaizumi, foregoing the ring to fall into his arms. It takes him a moment to process before his arms wraps around you too, pulling you into him so tightly, shaky breaths leaving him as he keeps pawing at your back, your hair, your neck. Like he can’t really believe this is happening, either. You repeat the word “yes” like a prayer, your heart thrumming at intervals you’ve never tried before.

You pull back and wipe a tear from Iwaizumi’s cheek, “you better calm down before we watch it again, huh?”

Oikawa clears his throat from the phone, “the ring, Iwa-chan! The ring!”

Iwaizumi gathers himself and rather forcefully grabs onto your hand before apologizing, letting his finger caress your knuckles in apology. You let him, and he fumbles to get the ring out. It’s a simple one, so very like him. Oikawa chimes in with your exact thought, “he was so panicky at the jeweler! You should’ve seen him!”

You wish you had. Flustered Iwaizumi is your favorite flavor, but seeing him with shaky fingers fitting the ring onto your finger, warms you more than anything else.

You perk up, “is your war finished?” you ask and Iwaizumi’s eyebrow rise for a second before he hears the reference to the movie you just watched and beams, eyes glowing with an excitement you didn’t think could be topped moments before. He leans forward and says yes before he kisses you.

Oikawa cheers and you hurry to pick up his phone and show Oikawa the ring in detail, “you could’ve warned me!” you scold him and he shrugs, “eh, I honestly thought you already knew. And don’t worry, I took plenty of screenshots for your families and friends. There’s even a pretty romantic shot of you hurling yourself into his arms.”

You gasp in feigned insult, “I did not hurl myself!”

Iwaizumi stands before you with his hands in his pockets, a bright smile, “you did kinda hurl yourself.”

“Shut up! Both of you! I’m not taking you into the movie with me! I’m canceling your ticket!”

Iwaizumi pretends to panic but leans down to rest his forehead against you, “you can hurl yourself at me for the rest of my life, I don’t mind. Don’t listen to Shittykawa.”

You shake your head at your two friends.

No, your friend and your fiance. It feels surreal. You wonder how long it’ll take you to get used to. You can’t wait to spend the time finding out.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime x you #nohr.writing #nohr.hq #I HOPE U LIKE IT MY BBIES!!!!! i giggled and smiled thru the entIRE THING i swear!!!!!!!!!!!#i want him to propose to me too......... also i kept the ring details simple bcos i dont.. uh #idk how they look like JDHSAJKFHDSJKHFDKASJEWHFDCUSIEFHEUSIHFESI #TELL ME UR ARO WITHOUT TELLING ME UR ARO RIGHT (CLOWN EMOJI)#i couldve googled but its almost 1am...... and im sneepy

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yuri-is-online · 30 days

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Do you ever think about how grim is basically being raised by Yuu and the other's.

Like I refuse to believe that Grim has not picked up any saying from yuu.Like god-damnit what you live with someone for months and you don't pick up on any of there habits.

I like to think that Grim has more in common with Yuu and people from their world than he does people and monsters in Twisted Wonderland for... reasons.

But I hadn't much thought about things in the terms of Yuu and their friend group raising him. I think he probably does pick up on the way Yuu talks about things, their form, the little things they do with their hands. All of Yuu's little ticks, Grim says he was waiting in the dark for someone or something he can't remember... I'd like to think he was waiting for Yuu even if he didn't know it. But that's just me hoping Yuu will get to be very important in the future haha

#<3 asks #twst x reader #twst grim #also clown annon is this you my dear?#your formatting is the same so if it is i wanna add this #working on an annon list #part of me thinks grim might have come from yuu's world in some way #like as a cat #or maybe yuu and grim were one being (chimera) and then were separated (into grim and yuu)#idk i just hope they get to be important and wreck some shit

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therainywriter · 1 year

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Your Clown (Suggestive)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

A hand was wrapped carefully around your throat, gently squeezing at the soft flesh. Your thoughts were foggy, eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours. A featherlight kiss.

You were in a dangerous situation, putting your life so willingly in the hands of someone as atrocious as him. But you didn’t care, not anymore. You’d had one taste, and that was all it took, you couldn’t get enough.

Your pulse thrummed at a lively pace against his bloody fingers, a rhythm of both fear and excitement.

His hand tightened at your hip, the one at your throat moving down to grab your waist and pull you down onto his thighs as he sat.

Art studied you, taking in your reactions like a breath of fresh air. You sat perched on his lap, looking at him with big, conflicted eyes.

He couldn’t help the nasty grin that spread across his face. You were so troubled by your own actions, yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop.

You took in a shuddery breath as he dug his nails into your hips, dragging them forward, pulling you closer.

You hands laid flat against the soft material of his costume. You didn’t miss the dried splatters of blood painted across it, the deep red tore your gaze from Art and you couldn’t help but draw in quicker breaths.

It was subtle, your little jolt of panic, but he drew you in again just as quickly as it came. His gloved hand trailed up your shirt, soothing over the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

You looked back to his dark eyes, lips slightly parting. He stared at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite name, nonetheless it sent a sick shiver through your body.

He rubbed at the crease of your spine, pulling his hand back with just enough pressure to feel your ribs, knowing just how easy it’d be for him to rip into you and feel those bones deeper, more personally.

You knew it too, you could practically see the violent thoughts stirring in his pupils. You whimpered when he yanked you forward again, your head fell to his shoulder and body pressed tightly against his.

You held your breath at the sudden proximity, liking it far more than you know you should. Your abdomen fluttered when his hand trailed down your body, eventually resting at your thigh.

You lifted your head, his face to the side of your own, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.

Your heart halted its rapid beating when he tilted his neck to the side, softly pressing his lips against yours.

You couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped you as he licked along your bottom lip, sucking at the skin before sloppily kissing you again.

He soon grew rough with his kisses, hands gripping painfully tight onto your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, lost in the heat of the moment, mouth eagerly seeking out his as he pulled back.

You craned your head up as he sat up straighter, slowly opening your eyes. He took in your flustered appearance, how he'd managed to work you up so easily.

You wanted more, you needed more- more of him. You gripped onto the loose fabric of his monochrome clown suit, "Please..." you begged.

His gaze darkened further and he leaned down, pressing his wet tongue flat against your pulse. He felt the blood rushing under your skin, the fervent beating of your heart.

He bit down against your neck, sucking, licking, tasting. Art had plans for you, oh so many plans. This was only the beginning.

#this was fun to write-#i hope you like it!#art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown x you #art x reader #terrifier #terrifier 2 #terrifier x reader #terrifier art the clown #suggestive #a bit spicy #the terrifier #x reader #my writing #rainywriter #slasher x reader #slasher

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pocketsizedquasar · 4 months

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i want every single white piece of shit on that post calling people fascists or misguided or privileged or stupid for not voting for biden to look a palestinian person whose entire family got killed by biden in the eyes and tell them you think they should vote for biden. tell them you think they're privileged for not voting for biden. look them in the eyes and condescend to them about how much danger they clearly don’t know they’re in.

don't actually do that. don't actually ever speak to a fucking brown person lmao. eat shit actually.

i want every single one of you genocidal freaks to think for two seconds about why you think it's acceptable to tell brown people to vote for the man committing genocide on their fucking families. to tell disabled people to vote for the man committing eugenics based genocide on them at home via covid. (you do realize the largest amount of covid protection rollbacks occurred during biden's presidency right? you do realize a thousand people a week are CURRENTLY dying from covid?)

using the threat of our rights being taken away as a cudgel against Black and Brown and disabled ppl as if the biden admin hasn’t overseen more covid deaths than the trump admin, massive attacks on immigration rights (including the recent immigration proposal increasing mandatory detention and allowing mass deportations), massive attacks on reproductive rights (they knew abt roe v wade for WEEKS. we can bypass congress for genocide & for worsening immigration rights but we can't do anything about abortion?), as if we aren't looking at the current highest levels of homelessness since 2007. and all of that on top of the fact that joe shitstain biden is LITERALLY COMMITTING GENOCIDE.

the audacity. the absolute audacity. of this white bitch going ""vote for them: the most marginalized, the most vulnerable"" BIDEN IS KILLING "THEM." BIDEN IS KILLING US. How dare you speak for us? biden's complete rollback of covid protections have killed more people than trump. biden's admin has utterly abandoned disabled people to die. he is committing a eugenicist genocide against all disabled and immunocompromised people. he is committing a genocide against palestinians. the audacity to call those people "privileged" for refusing to enable THEIR OWN GENOCIDES.

"boohoo we have no choice but to vote for the genocidal fascist or else there'll be fascism!!!" you dumb fuckers we are already living in a fascist state. you don't care about stopping fascism. you don't care about stopping genocide. you care about fascism and genocide not hurting you. if spineless liberals and dems want so badly to beat trump they should put forward a candidate who hasn’t alienated the voter base that let them win the last time, not the candidate that barely won four years ago before reneging on his promises (student loans, environmentalism, etc), killing half a million people from covid, and killing 20,000+ more via colonial genocide.

to every dumbass in those notes going “uwu he isn’t perfect uwu he isn’t my first choice uwu we can't let ~disagreements~ get in the way uwu voting is like public transport <3 voting is like a group project”: ten thousand children are dead. ten thousand children are dead. ten thousand children are dead. biden killed ten thousand children. what the fuck is wrong with you.

i hope you all rot.

#quasartalks #us politics #politics #joe biden #palestine #israel #covid #covid19 #genocide #ableism #racism #jesus fucking christ this is infuriating. this is so fucking infuriating.#the sheer condescension and audacity of these white pieces of shit #i hope every single one of them is haunted for the rest of their lives by Every Single Person who died of covid during the past 4 years #by every single child that Biden and Israel murdered during the past 2 months #i have scarcely been this fucking furious in my life.#i hope you all rot.#i made this post like two days ago and then left it in my drafts for a bit but yeah i’m still just as furious lmao #how dare you tell a people being genocided to support the man doing it #this is rebloggable for now but if people clown i’m throwing hands

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martianbugsbunny · 7 months

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Are you seriously telling me that all of that work happened just to separate Zeb from Kallus.

I used Zeb's appearance in the Mandalorian as a reason he would definitely show up again! "Oh, why would they put all that effort and time and money into creating a live-action model for him if he was only going to appear in the Mandalorian briefly and then not be in the Ahsoka show, aka Rebels Season 5? That would be ridiculous!" Yeah keep laughing past-Martian, it did go down like that. I thought there had to be some deeper reason he was there, like setting the groundwork to appear again later, because why would he be pulled away from a pretty conclusive happy ending in Rebels just for some two-bit meaningless cameo in a show he had no connection to? Where's the logic in that? How does that make any sense? But no. That's all it was. And on damn top of it all, Kallus was never mentioned once in Ahsoka. Not once. Zeb is inexplicably away from Lira San with a job training recruits with no explanation as to how he decided to do it or how long he's been doing it or if Kallus is with him or even if Kallus is still alive.

All that time and effort was put the hell into trying to create a version of Zeb post-Rebels where he is explicitly not living on Lira San and there is no Kallus by his side.

#filoni if you want to prove me wrong here and make me look like an overreacting clown any time now would be great #because I'd much rather that than my current clown look about hoping kalluzeb might actually get to be canon-canon #I mean what the heck he better be playing a longer game with zeb right now #because if he's not then that zeb cameo in Mando is nothing but stupid.#and I would have preferred it to have him never mentioned again post-rebels than to have him treated the way he's been #garazeb orrelios #zeb #alexsandr kallus #kalluzeb #(or lack there-fricken-of)#star wars #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #Star Wars rebels #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 3 #son of a nutcracker #martianbugsbunny grumbles #martianbugsbunny ships

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quickhacked · 1 year

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– COMMISSIONS!

the pictures say it all but tl;dr my laptop died and i had to get a replacement and now i'm a bit short on money so i'm opening up commissions :]

– QUICK FACTS.

ocs only, won't do mecha / furry / explicit content but will do humanoid fantasy races / cyberware / mild injuries or blood

i reserve the right to say no to a character when it's too far above my skill level

payment up front through ko-fi, no refunds, dm me before paying because you'll need to claim a slot first!

i need visual reference(s) to work with, using picrews for this is fine, encouraged even if you can't provide me original artwork! i refuse to use a/i art as reference so please don't send me that

– I'M INTERESTED! WHAT NOW?

please dm me on tumblr and tell me what kind of commission you're interested in (sketch / lines / colors + head / bust / half body) and for which oc, preferably already with a link to some visual refs so i can take a look :]

i'll then let you know if you've claimed a slot; if so, we can discuss details + payment and i'll get started! if all slots are full i can put you on a waiting list and i'll notify you once i've worked through my queue :]

the finished piece can in some cases already be done in a day but may take up to a full month depending on how busy i am and if my brain allows me to work, i have executive dysfunction and am in the middle of my graduation project so please be patient with me

ko-fi: ko-fi.com/nuclearvessel

– WHAT YOU'LL GET.

digital artwork of your oc :] you won't receive any physical goods!

you're allowed to post it wherever and use it for icons and such, as long as you don't take credits for the art yourself. you are not allowed to sell it or use it for n/f/t or a/i purposes

#commissions #bro i'm terrified. hello #hope the pricing is reasonable lmao idk how any of this works </3 i'm just a guy #posing and all of that is minimal it's just. your guy on a minimal background LMAO #i unfortunately do not have the time or the mental energy to do anything more complicated than that right now #i'm in the midst of graduation but i Need to get some money before july so ;-; cries in clown emoji #when you're on the waiting list i also cannot tell you for sure how long it'll be until a slot is open again #i like to work in batches so i can check my mental energy once i've worked through a batch to see if i need a break or not #so yeah. basically i am more afraid of you than you are of me LMFAO

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Red lips and rosy cheeks (even if it's just in your wildest dreams) [Shuggy fanfic]

I wrote this thing:

But gonna put the plot here anyway:

Shanks doesn’t fight against this odd obsession. Could he call it a kink? Not really, right? It doesn’t have to be sexual. He pretty much thinks it’s not sexual. Has never been. A preference? It’s just a liking. Something he appreciates in somebody. An overwhelming sensation that takes over his body every time he finds someone putting on makeup. It’s not the makeup itself. It’s not even the act of wearing it. It’s just the process of putting it on. He finds it rather comforting, but it’s not just that. It’s this deep, uncontrollable urge to do something with it. Whether it’s sex, physical affection, or just kind words. He feels the need to hold onto the feeling for a long while and express it in the loudest ways because he can’t keep it inside of his chest. Most of the time he holds back, of course, but fuck if he doesn’t want to scream into the void every time he watches somebody doing this.

#more like a plot it's just a part of the fic lmao #the title is from my fav taylor song bc i believe shuggy is 1989 #and also i was thinking about titles and couldn't think of one #this fic is shorter and simpler and not as poetic as my other fics so i apologize i do not have time to write lately #hope you all enjoy it though!!!!!!#one piece #shuggy #red haired shanks #buggy the clown #shuggy fanfic

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