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ruporas · 2 months
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Hi, I've been a fan of your work for a while and wanted to tell you it's amazing!
The way you draw them is so dear to me, especially bashful Wolfwood 💜
Thank you for sharing your art! Hope you have a great week!
wahh thank you so much!! 😖🥺 and i’m glad to hear that!! bashful wolfwood is one of my favorite things to draw ever. to me, he’s not rly the shy type so i must enjoy it in Moderation, but whenever i get an idea for it and get to put him in a situation where he’s exploding, im like yeahhh✍️✍️✍️
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pizzpizzapizzo · 9 months
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I kinda wonder if Fake Peppino can mimic other people. Like yknow kinda transformamacation. If so who does he..she...it..? Uh who does it mimic most?
(I love ur art style btw is beautiful)
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if Fake's malleable enough, it could be anyone
(thank you!!! and sorry for this lol my mind went in a different direction)
a lil extra body horror: potato head pepperfake
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broh3m3 · 20 days
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I love your art style, especially how energetic it is! How did your art style get such dynamic lines? Do you have any tips/advice/ideas on how to do that?
Thank you! Um... I'm not sure how to go about it, but I’ll try and give some tips on line confidence. I think my main advice would be to not let your sketch box you in- keeping it at a really low opacity so that your eyes don’t get used to seeing it with your line art when you draw over it (having your sketch opacity too high can give a different impression of your line work), leaving room to exaggerate or play around with fresh lines in the next phase.. It’s easier to do when you’re confident in your subject, so the sketch should be stable enough to convey that, but have fun with the process otherwise! For me, good line art comes out when I’m actively finding ways to build off the sketch’s energy while lining it, not when I’m trying to limit myself to it/already 100% happy with what it provides.
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Here's a bit of a visualization! When going from the sketch to the line art, I was thinking that I could improve the flow of the cape, so I made the upper part less flat and balanced its curve with the bottom to keep the energy flowing. The slope of Kalim's pose could balance the curve of Jamil's sarouel, so I leaned into that when putting down the lines for Kalim's. Meanwhile having some areas be more linear helps give contrast. Line of action, straights against curves, etc. (I think this is delving more into gestural talk now) I'd recommend studying artists whose linework you enjoy too! Kaisen_Tobiuo was-and still is- a big inspiration of mine growing up for how expressive their works and line art felt. Also study naruto fanartists they're cracked It ended up being a bit of a ramble, but I hope this could help op!
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baalzebufo · 1 year
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If Peppino accidentally nicked himself with a cooking knife while in the kitchen, do you think Fake Peppino would be concerned, react like Bruce from Finding Nemo, or some other third thing 🤔
felt inspired so you get this response in Doodle Comic Format
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hes never seen blood before. so now its convinced peppino is filled with Mystery Sauce that he, for some reason, isn't allowed to lick :(
im also of the opinion peppino is too confident in his knife skills so he regularly neglects safety. usually this works out, and he definitely chops like a beast, but he also cuts himself a lot especially if hes tired
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ohbo-ohno · 7 months
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I saw your conquer Ghost and I raise you. Viking Ghoap raiding a monastery. Like their on their ship and they spot a monastery in a hill and immediately go for it. They attack ruthlessly, hacking away at the people and they see you. A nun clutching her rosary and cross and she looks so scared and they just have to take you away.
Like yeah they got their gold, silver, and coin but you? Your their best spoil. A pretty little thing that still holds her rosary. Maybe they use it to tie you down or maybe if their sick enough they use the cross in your cunny. Can just imagine these big brutes even fucking her with her nun clothes still on a o it looks like she’s worshiping them when they have her on her knees.
Oh and they definitely use her to get into other monasteries. And then fuck her so good afterwards. Praising her for being such a good little nun and she just cries.
I’m totally okay…definitely not grasping the bars of my enclosure…
ok i am so in love with the idea of forcing someone to betray their people for you and being soooo sweet and praising them so well when they do <3
and the good cop/bad cop they could do with her omgggg
good cop ghost lets bad cop johnny fuck her, kneels right in front of her face and tells her over and over again i'll make him stop, just have to tell us where your little friends are. and johnny's taking yoru virginity and he's not nice about it, so so harsh and rough and bitey :( so she eventually gives in, hiccups and sobs and tells him where to find other monasteries
good cop johnny begs her to tell him the locations so bad cop simon can stop beating her :( his whip feels agonizing against her back, and johnny hates seeing her cry so much, please tell him? please tell him so ghost can stop making everything hurt so much? holds her real close when she finally does, praises her so so sweetly
ignoring all of that - they take her virginity but let her keep holding the rosary because it's comforting for her :( johnny goes to take it and she screams, so ghost chuckles a little darkling while he fucks into her and says let her have it, johnny. poor thing's going through a lot right now, she can keep her little necklace
them buying her all the finery she could ever imagine with the silver and gold they pillaged from her people :( and she's soooo sad and upset every time they give her a gift, she needs so much comforting after they bring her something new
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moodyseal · 7 months
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i hear you are 🤡clowning🤡 over Commodus coming to his senses so I have slid into your inbox to 🤡clown🤡 with you about it
What 🤡clown🤡 thoughts have you been harboring about this👀
for science.
🤡<-me and you
SOMEONE WILLING TO CLOWN WITH ME A BIT okay uhm. I was mostly having thoughts about the reasons for his behaviour, actually, and in the end I came to the conclusion that he's not entirely unredeemable, or at least he wasn't up until the fight at the Waystation in TDP, where he became a serious threat to the lives of the people who lived there (and actually got Heloise killed)
Like, if you ignore for a moment his past deeds and historical background (because if we accepted the atrocities as quirky parts of Apollo's personality we can do the same for him /j) and look at what he actually did for the first two thirds of the book, you'll notice that he wasn't as cruel as, say, Caligula or Nero. For example, he didn't kill all the prisoners he was holding captive, like Caligula would've done, even if Georgina (and maybe Hunter, since she's one of Artemis' hunters) was the only one that was actually useful in luring Apollo in, and at the end of the book he was still agreeing to let everyone go as long as Apollo and Meg went with him.
This shows that he is capable of some kind of restraint and not totally incapable to be reasoned with, which makes for some solid villain redemption arc material; the only problems, other than his small bloodlust problem that, again, we'll skip over for now and deal with some other day, are
a) the behavioural issues his relationship with his father led to (that could've been actually dealt with if only someone told him that therapists are an option today),
b) his ugly, horrid desire of revenge against Apollo,
and c) his narcissistic tendencies, which resulted in him not acknowledging the whole concept of. You know. Other people's feelings and how his actions might affect them.
They're all intrinsically tied together, and as a whole they're the main reason why, in the past as well as after his death and deification, Commodus was unwilling to accept any sort of help or suggestion coming from the people around him, and Apollo specifically. Before his death, he didn't acknowledge that there was a problem with his behaviour at all; to him, his actions were always right, and the people around him were vilifying him when he didn't deserve it, all while trying to suffocate his desires and needs. The lack of his father's support throughout his adolescence only intensified those feelings, and at the same time rendered him all the more vulnerable, making him latch strongly onto anyone he felt like would always support him—Apollo, in this case. Inevitably, the betrayal of the only person he trusted unconditionally (which was done for Rome and its citizens' own good, but was still a betrayal) had an explosive result, leading to Commodus' attitude worsening, him becoming effectively deaf to the guidance of anyone who didn't agree with him (when in the past there was a chance that maybe he would have listened to Apollo, at least, had he intervened sooner) and, finally, him making his life's goal destroying Apollo's life.
Despite the fact that any last bit of love Commodus had for him turned into blinding hatred, though, there were still some feelings in his heart that weren't rage. He didn't show them; on the contrary, he tried to hide them, and that's because they were a sign that there was still some vulnerability left in him—that he cared, to a degree. Had Commodus' revenge been the two dimensional kind, where he didn't give any sign of care about what happened two thousand years before and operated solely on the train of thought of "kill, maim, destroy" even when he barely thought about Apollo being the reason he died, I wouldn't have thought of there being a chance of him coming to his senses. But instead, with these feelings, Commodus demonstrated that he didn't forget, and that as much as he hid himself behind his glitter and his spectacles and his luxurious palaces, what Apollo did ultimately affected him. He still cared about what Apollo did in the past, and about what he was doing in the present too. In a way (and this is purely my personal perception, as everything I've written above is) it seemed that, consciously or subconsciously, he was even waiting for some sort of feedback, for a response that Apollo didn't give.
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Why else would he insist so much? For what other purpose would he throw back his death in Apollo's face again and again, if not to get a reaction out of him?
I don't actually know how, exactly, it would be possible to fix all these issues, as well as their relationship. I have thought a lot about a scenario where Commodus realizes he's in the wrong, where Apollo manages to bring him to the good side just like he did with Lityerses, and this behaviour of his is exactly the reason why I never figured out how it would happen. How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? Apollo tried and failed, didn't he?
Maybe not enough.
It's true that Commodus was a selfish, arrogant man, as it is true that Apollo tried to help him, only giving up on his insistence when the man he loved went down a path of no return. It's also true that he didn't reprimand him for what he did once, trying to get to him through good humour and support, being too permissive when Commodus didn't need permissiveness, but some strength of character from someone he trusted. It's also true that Apollo never apologized.
I don't remember much about TDP and TTT, but didn't Apollo never mention once to Commodus the reasons for what he did? He cried about that day on his own, never with him, never showing Commodus that he has suffered for that murder just as much as he did.
Maybe the apology wouldn't have changed anything, maybe Commodus would've stayed the same ruthless man he's been for the whole series. But I like to think that it could've potentially stirred something inside him anyway.
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askmercurythearcher · 4 months
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Who would you consider family, Mercury?
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"imma assume you mean good intent so eh ill share. if i find out you mean harm ill come for ya."
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"I see Dara as family. i see her as my daughter. she was adopted by King dedede waaaaay before i started working for him. she acts alot like her dad. i love her to death."
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"Erelie is like another daughter to me. she gets along with king dedede and me and she is the sweetest thing you will ever met. met her while helping kirby.. of course dont tell er that. or ill come for ya"
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"Bubs is like a son to me. He is also being trained by me. he is a hard trainer like yours truly~ He can almost wear me out in our training sessions..im so proud of em"
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he sighed a bit "Fylass...i see him as family as well. i met him awhile ago but..god i wish i could change time. i wish he didnt dealt with so much bullshit. i care for him alot and i...i see alot of myself in him. it fucking sucks he is 12 and he already dealt with so much. fucking despise all those other ancients for what they did."
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"ehhh..sorry for the last bit. uhhh..think that everyone tho. i guess i see meta knight as a father figure but..dont tell the knight that. he will make fun about it. ill never hear the end of it"
(Dara is owned by @pageofthemicocee erelie is owned by @maskedinfinate and fylass is owned by @george228732 . sorry for the tags guys but i wanted to let people know these guys aint my ocs ^^')
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bubblybloob · 4 months
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Merry Christmas present
I wanted to your damsel idea but couldn’t draw that well so here’s second best. It’s kinda Indiana jones princess gets a hat and whip
The concept of giving her a whip like Jones gave me an idea
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So far this is what I have in concept. Her chapter name is The Fae, and she is exactly as the name implies. She based on the whole concept of the fae and their uncanny appearance, patterns of speech, abilities, and perception of people and culture.
The tie around her waist has ribbon like ends that, much like the razor’s entire being, makes no physical sense in that they can wrap around things and be used to swing across large gaps.
She also has these off putting eyes, where the closest you could get to describing to whatever your looking at is pupil taking over the majority of of the iris.
I gave her a flower crown, which I’m not fully happy with because of how many other princesses utilize plant life to mimic the base crown, but I couldn’t think of any other thing fae regularly wear that I could vaguely shape into the crown.
I’ll probably go more in depth with her when I finish up. If anyone has any suggestions for design or further personality then by all means ramble so that I may ramble back.
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victarin · 9 months
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what would Analog Horror Nightmare Demon Sun™© do if just hugged him?
hug you back prolly! theyre scary and it might feel a little weird hugging them (a little fuzzy? a little electric?) but they mean no harm :)
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mischeva · 5 days
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omggg beau is so pretty!!! i’d love to ask her, what’s a favorite genre of music of yours? if i had to take a guess i’d say country music jsjs but let’s see the reality!!
Ty so much!!! Their music taste is a combination of vintage french (think 30s and 40s) music and classic country (60s & 70s)! Most particular the works of Edith Piaf and Glen Campbell ^^
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@sonic-fankid-showdown
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springbon-t-art · 2 years
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Bendy what you reaction see dice x devil you like it
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they happy = we happy :D
i´m ...out of ideas about what to say so....
[insert description lol]
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grey-wind · 8 months
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okay just to be clear be very fuckin careful with the wildlife
i assume you already know but a lot of things will try to kill you
[GW]: I know that. I know that very well- Do you think I haven't thoroughly studied my local wildlife?
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[GW]: And even if I didn't, do you REALLY think an infant slugcat would be a threat to me?
[GW]: I am not in the mood to be assumed clueless.
[GW]: Where do you people keep coming from, anyways? It seems I've amassed quite the audience...
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I just want to rant about the book.
I love the manic murder monkey and all, but Sanzhang! He's the Buddhist equivalent to those girls that hike their skirts up and start flirting wherever they encounter a problem. Those girls that coast by on their looks. The "I'm too hot to do math" girl. Only instead of being hot, he's too holy to do math! The trophy priest.
The guy has three moves: Faint, cry, and pray.
And. It. Keeps. Working.
He's everyone's Babygirl. The second he faces any sort of issue, someone swoops in and goes "Dw babe. I'll take care of it. Just go over there and look pretty pray over a vegetarian meal until I'm done."
To be fair, I am only a third of the way through the book, but Sanzhang can't do anything but be virtuous. And everyone just gives him a pass for it! Even Monkey keeps getting annoyed by Sanzhang's incompetence and lack of self preservation, then going "Yeah....but he is really pure of heart though. :/" Like the guy that won't break up with his crazy girlfriend because she's a L.A. 10.
I am losing my mind! He's such a princess! (Also Monkey and Pig are bickering siblings. Incapable of not pranking or insulting each other unless they are working together to create larger chaos.)
That's for being staying calm as I held you hostage for my ted talk. You can chew through the ropes now.
He really is the og free loader and babygirl. Tang the lmk one really did inherit the babygirlness of Tripitaka.
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jackforshort · 9 months
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heard from a little birdie that you were going through writer's block, hopefully you have time to exercise those fingers with a special prompt!! <33
— ambreigns, mile high club. ;)
ahh this was a great exercise i loved writing this, anon! i hope you enjoy (: this is around 2k and it's explicit
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Dean would feel embarrassed if he wasn't so fucking hard.
As it was (it being his insanely hard cock pressing up against his jeans, making an unmistakable tent), he could hardly feel embarrassed when there were much better things he could be doing— one brilliant idea being to wake up Roman, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, to help him with his problem. 
“Ro,” he whispered, nudging his side. “Ro, wake up.”
Roman had little buds in his ears so Dean pulled them out by the wire abruptly, but his boyfriend still didn’t budge— un-fucking-believable. Was it too much to get a handie in this day and age? 35,000 feet in the air? 
Considering what they were coming back from, he couldn’t really blame Roman— Night of Champions, against the Wyatt family, and Jericho costing them the match after they went through the ringer. It was Roman’s idea to choose Jericho and Dean had already had to tell him it wasn’t his fault if Jericho couldn’t be a team-player. Dean just wanted to get his hands around his neck, or maybe the Wyatts— didn’t really matter to him, to be honest. He had been tired, too, and had fallen asleep as soon as they had taken off.
Up until dreamland seemed to lead him back to the match, but this time it was without anyone else in the ring except him and Roman. Roman, with his hair wet and everywhere, crawling over to get the tag, only to pull himself up, biceps flexing, letting Dean grab his face and—
He elbowed Roman’s side harder.
Roman woke with a grunt, eyebrows furrowing as he blearily looked at Dean. “Wha'? Dean?”
Dean could feel that his cheeks were flushed and he brought a hand up to mess with his hair a bit. “Wake up.”
The rest of the plane around them was quiet, them being on the red-eye back to Orlando, and Roman was wiping the remnants of sleep from his eyes. “Why?” Even clearly half-asleep, Dean felt his heart do a couple of acrobatic flips when Roman met his eyes. He was always so— so everything, but now, bun a mess and a warm look in his eyes, not even cranky at Dean, just tired and curious, he was cute, a word that Dean didn’t use too often but couldn’t help but use with Roman like this.
He was getting distracted. He grabbed Roman’s hand where it was resting on his thigh and put on his best suggestive look. “‘Cause,” he said, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip once. “You ever wanna join the mile high club?”
Oh, now he’s waking up. “What?” he hissed out, sitting up straighter. 
Dean dropped his hand to squeeze his thigh twice. “We headed straight to the plane, we didn’t get to— y’know, work out the post-match stresses.”
Roman was shifting in his seat, so easy to work up when there was still a fight thrumming under his skin. “And you want to do it here? We’re like—” he glanced down at his phone, “—like, thirty minutes from landing.”
“Well, Roman, I don’t think it’ll take thirty minutes and I’d be happy to be proven right,” Dean said, still smirking a bit, and Roman’s eyes flickered down to his jeans before rolling his eyes.
“You’re so—” the other man cut himself off, shutting off his phone and stuffing it and his headphones into the bag between them.
Dean perked up. “Wait, does this mean—”
“I’m headed to the bathroom,” Roman told him, “could you maybe check if it’s locked behind me?”
Dean’s cock throbbed in his jeans, and he adjusted himself, nodding frantically, watching Roman devotedly as Roman gave him an exasperated but happy little smile as he got out of his seat.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Dean leaned over, eyes moving up and down the row— people asleep or on their phones, attendants’ attention diverted.
Four seconds. Five seconds—
Good enough. He hustled out of his seat and did a terribly unsubtle walk to the bathroom, heading in without waiting around long enough that anyone questioned it. 
He locked the door, twisting around only to see Roman not even a foot away, already palming himself, hand pressed under his sweatpants. Dean dropped back against the door, a hand up to his mouth to muffle his groan at the sight. Roman’s cheeks warmed up.
The stall was small but it wasn't any different than some of the other places that they’ve gotten up to shit like this— Dean always asking, pressing Roman’s buttons until Roman couldn’t resist, big hands grasping Dean’s tightly as they ducked out into closets, stalls, corners, heads ducked close, breathless as they crowded together. 
There was enough room to breathe in here but it was just small enough that when Dean surged forward, taking Roman’s mouth with his own, Roman was already pressed up against the counter behind him, both of them arching into one another, Dean wrapping his arms around him, Roman grabbing his face, all of it so fucking— it was always so fucking good with him, Dean could never get tired of the feeling of it, of how Roman’s broad body felt against his own, the way his strong hands would grip at him endlessly. 
“Fuck, you looked so good tonight, I couldn’t— Couldn’t wait, Ro, I couldn’t,” he panted out.
“I know, I—” Roman was ducking his face into Dean’s neck, kissing across it hungrily, as Dean let his hands push up under Roman’s shirt, feeling across his back, how the muscles rippled for him, “—you’re always so ready for me, so—”
Their hips rolled against one another, nearly perfectly in sync, and Dean let out a helpless little huff of a laugh against Roman’s hair, their clothed cocks rubbing against one another for a drawn out moment where Dean struggled to think straight and Roman grasped at his ass needily.
And then Roman was twisting them, their positions switched before he was picking Dean up just a bit until Dean was sitting on the bathroom counter top, putting space in between them. Dean looked at him, lost. “Wha— Why, come on—”
But he cut himself off with a choking noise when Roman dropped to his knees between his legs, a dark look in his eyes as he kept them on Dean.
Who swallowed, gripping the edge of the countertop tightly, “Ro,” spilling out of his mouth, “whatcha doing down there?”
Roman laid one hand on Dean’s thigh, the other fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. “Thought we were joining the club, hm?”
When Dean had said that, he imagined them maybe jacking each other off, maybe humping it out and trying to avoid getting anything unseemly on their shirts, not Roman on his knees, looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes, unzipping him and mouthing at him through his briefs—
“Yeah, yeah, yep,” he was saying, voice higher-pitched than usual. “Yep, that’s what we’re doing, hell, yeah.”
Roman chuckled, charmed smile across his lips. “Alright, big guy, wanna help me get these off?”
Dean was holding himself up with one arm, pushing down his jeans and briefs with the other within the second, his cock jutting up between them. “C’mon, Ro, I want it so bad—” and then—
And then Roman’s mouth was on him, taking him halfway down, one hand curled around his base, and Dean could only moan. Loud.
Roman pulled off of him, giving him an admonishing look that was less biting than he might've wanted it to be considering that he was jacking Dean with the layer of spit he left behind. “Gotta be quiet, D,” he teased, leaning down to lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. “Can’t have anyone knocking and seeing us, hm?”
Heat and desire rolled around Dean’s stomach as he nodded, staring down at Roman, biting on his lip hard to muffle any noises. 
Lips back against the head of his cock, pursed, sucking against him until Roman took just the tip in, swirling his tongue around it, tonguing at the slit. Dean was panting, face flushed hot, one hand gripping the countertop while the other flew to Roman’s head, fingers in his hair. Roman let out an appreciative noise, taking him deeper, the sound vibrating around Dean deliciously.
“Fuck, Ro, your mouth is so fucking good.” Dean’s fingers were against Ro’s scalp now, practically petting him until Roman moved his tongue sinfully against him, Dean’s grip tightening to gain some control. “Absolute best head ever, 10/10.”
Roman rolled his eyes, smiling around Dean’s dick, before he was taking a deep breath in through his nose and—
Even knowing he was gonna do it, Dean had to bury a fist in his mouth to stop the loud moan from tumbling out, his hips bucking up as Roman deep-throated him. Roman gagged a bit with the unexpected thrust but he didn’t pull off, just groaned around Dean, eyes going heavier as he drooled around Dean. 
“Fuck,” Dean cursed heartily, rubbing the back of his knuckles across Roman’s cheekbone. Roman’s eyelashes fluttered. “How’d I get so lucky, hm?”
A pretty fluster before Roman started moving again, sucking Dean off masterfully, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat almost rhythmically, Roman eagerly choking himself on Dean’s cock and then—
Roman intertwined his fingers with Dean’s hand that was still in his hair and then he was nudging them. Dean had to shut his eyes for a second before croaking out, “You— You want me to…”
A wet noise as Roman pulled all the way off, his lips still hovering near Dean’s tip. “Face-fuck me,” he said, voice hoarse, before dropping his jaw completely and—
Dean buried his cock back into his mouth, sliding off the counter completely so that he could properly fuck into Roman, trembling with his thrusts as he held Roman still, hips pistoning. Roman moaned around him, taking it so well, eyes closed as he kept pliant but— Dean could see how his arm was moving, knew he was jacking off to it, so hot and heavy, just from Dean’s cock in his mouth.
“So perfect for me, so perfect, Ro, can’t stop— God, you’re just—” Dean couldn’t get a single coherent thought out, so enamored by Roman’s perfect mouth, how he was working quicker, so hot from it, and— “I’m close, Ro, I’m close, are you—” 
And then Roman was gasping around his cock, throat clenching, and his body wracking as— 
“Are you—?” Dean gasped out, and Roman nodded frantically as he rode out his orgasm, blissful look over his face, and Dean couldn’t help himself any more, hips snapping in hard, and— “I’m gonna come, Ro, let me pull out—” but Roman was holding onto Dean’s ass, keeping him close, and then Dean was finishing hard, filling up Roman’s mouth. 
He fell back against the counter, fucked-out, eyes still fixed on the perfect image of Roman on his knees. A line of cum was creeping from his mouth. Roman visibly swallowed, expression still so blissful, and Dean was falling to his knees in front of him, bringing a hand up to push the cum back into his mouth. Roman’s eyes opened, and he sucked Dean’s thumb gently before parting his lips.
Dean pressed forward, kissing him deeply, tasting himself on his tongue. It was a good taste, him and Roman combined, and Roman hummed like he felt the same. Dean’s chest was warm when they pulled away.
They leaned against one another, forehead to forehead, smiling a bit dopily at each other. 
“Y’think there’s any chance no one heard all that?” Dean asked him, some amusement and some hysteria at what they just did.
Roman kissed him again. “No way in hell, D.”
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churomo · 2 years
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hi hi kota!! i was just wondering if you could share the qr codes for the brushes you use?? theyre really pretty (:
thank u !!! tho this is technically the only one that can be imported since i use the default brushes otherwise :”D (hard dip pen and airbrush)
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beanghostprincess · 4 months
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Same anon about buggy hate here
Yeah I do think it’s especially funny when I see hate from die hard OP fans who definitely are up to date. They just misinterpreted 1082 because they want to hate this character. And for no actual reason whatsoever, other than they want their cool hot characters to be always on top (not that I don’t find buggy hot, please buggy simps spare my life)
I think of buggy more like an absent minded character though. Like I don’t think he’s just dumb dumb, but definitely he has this great comedy moments, coming from his hotheadedness and completely not paying attention. I genuinely think he’s one of the funniest OP characters. And I do think 1082 was big change of that in a way. He didn’t lose those characteristic, he just got more.
Tbh I didn’t even mean it in shippy way? I don’t really engage that much with shipping other than zolu tbh. I guess it could be interpreted in shippy way though so yeah… I meant just dynamics that people choose to portray between those two. Definitely just see a lot of zolu/shanks/buggy mix there which is… kinda iffy to me. People already have this type of relationship there but something stopping them from engaging
And yeah shanks and buggy literally have insane bond just on the fact of their shared experiences growing up. Just that fact is enough to make shanks like buggy, or see him as brother, or whatever you want to portray them as. (I’m more on brotherly bond but hey, it’s just marine’s interpretation, so nothing canon! Not hating on any shippers here). And I truly do think shanks just genuinely likes that guy. As in his character. The way he acts. He loves being playful with him, like me and my siblings. For me it’s like someone saying to me “why you love your sisters, she’s annoying”. That’s my sister and I don’t care how others see her. She’s just mine and always will be. You know? So definitely I agree with your point (in twisted way, agree bond exist, just different interpretation)
I’m sure buggy will have nice arc with cool finish. Probably do have some kind of moment about shanks too. It’s just makes sense from writing point and I think deep inside many people hate that fact.
Thanks for taking your time with answering me!
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As somebody who reads chapter 1082 every day (a normal amount of times, thank you very much) people misinterpreting it makes my blood boil.
And I wish I could expand on what you've already said but I think we've talked about everything I've had in mind? Like, yes, Buggy is still himself even after 1082. In fact, it just added depth to his character and made him even better. The ships thing is pretty real too, and people often are afraid to engage with new dynamics and stick to what's safe. And it doesn't even need to be romantic, if you see them in a platonic way that's cool too, the point is that Shanks still cares for him and has his reasons to love Buggy.
I'm not even worried about Buggy's arc because I trust Oda with this, so we'll just have to wait and see how it goes.
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