#hence the prosthetic arm

[aaeeart]

Took Kanan shopping, my man needs more outfits.

Please don't repost my art without permission thanks 💞

#kanan jarrus #star wars rebels #swr fanart #took inspiration from Kanan's concept arts #hence the prosthetic arm #also some clone wars #commander grey colors #like I know he would probably never wear it but maybe after befriending Rex..? #it just looks cool imo #idc about canon obviously

[pestilight]

     The hero will not make it.

     Rauru pours every scintilla of light he has left into those grievous wounds. He presses it all into the wrist he's yet to let go of since that fateful clasp, a wellspring funnelled through the anchoring point of their contact. So tremendous an effort is it that another piece of his arm crumbles, quicker to decay without the blessing of Zonai blood nor heart nor stone, peeling off and fading into nothing within strands of dispelled radiance.

     Still, it is not enough.

     The right arm is beyond salvaging. The Gloom: a loathsome force merely kept at bay with his light's slower abrasion. With what it has devoured, devours, and seeks to continue devouring as its master recovers his strength, the hero — Link, a faint voice chimes, sweet with conviction and love for her swordsman — will not make it.

     What an enormously cataclysmic thing to reckon with.

     Somewhere in the far distance, what sounds startlingly like the time bell knells a solemn rhythm. His spirit cannot cast shadows, but it paints a seafoam glow over Link as Rauru looms over his body — hand clutching ever tighter, as though his hold alone could pierce past the trappings of mortal flesh and erase every sliver of rot in one fell swoop. He reaches for the Gloom again, tendrils of incanted light enveloping the source in a shimmering embrace, and once more, his magic does not purge as cleanly as he wants it to. Once more, another fragment of his remains falls away.

     This is foolish, a part of him thinks; the part mired in memories of wanton bloodshed, of surviving at whatever the cost, of a time before a tempering kindness. Foolish, and needlessly cruel. He has seen damage of this severity wrought before — has treated it before.

     At his core, he knows what must be done. His hesitation, in the face of that, is not a mercy: it is another moment suspended between life and death, another opportunity for the Gloom to spread, another tally against the odds of what would now be a miracle.

     Another failing.

     Rauru does not need to breathe, yet he nevertheless finds himself going through its invisible motions. It calms him, marginally, and his mind clears enough for the thought to turn constructive. Yes, he knows what must be done. The question now is: what is he to do with the repercussions?

     —What repercussions? Another part of him thinks; the one locked in shame, drowning in regret, fraying with the need to pen this story to its very end.

     The flow of his light stills.

     It resumes a split second later, surging forth to continue hindering the creep of darkness, but his grip loosens. His fingers, slowly, unwind.

     What repercussions, the thought continues, when it is only the right arm that has to be dealt with? A right arm that has to be accounted for?

     A right arm that he, blessedly, still possesses?

     Link's chances of survival do not seem so slight, now.

     ( Rauru's chances of atoning do not seem so elusive, now. )

     It is a simple thing, grasping that ruined hand. Honing his light to burn through everything — skin, sinew, blood, marrow — is, too, effortless with how densely the corrosion is seeped into the flesh. The Gloom lingers, harder to contain for a moment with no corporeal bearer, but that will soon be remedied.

     Link's fingers are the last ashes to be swept away. From there, it is just a matter of connecting.

     Rauru does not say the words as he threads their vitalities together. Vows like these have always been a show of devotion more than anything, anyway. When this arm is all he can hope to offer to Link — to Zelda, to Mineru, to Sonia, to Hyrule, to everyone and everything he's loved and lost — what could possibly indicate his devotion more?

#* light of blessing / study. #( oh i started off so strong but flagged...i spent too much time on this to not hit send post though so SEND POST #vow of ra.uru scene but it's like zel.da's in that there are no words....just the act of giving.... #also i probably don't make it clear enough but like. ra.uru cannot begin purging the gloom in li.nk's arm without #simultaneously searing the actual arm away with how thickly the gloom has infested it! hence why the amputation here is less cutting and #and more like. burning through remains sflkjdf idk. i hope that makes sense! #i have more things to say on how being sealed for millennia weakened both parties...and with no #sage's stone there is only so much he can feasibly do. pulling off the feat of magically installing a living prosthetic is the extent of it #but those are thoughts for another day lsdkjfl ) #* ic / para. #* lightroot / ic. #* v / daybreak come again. #amputation cw #death mention #ask to tag /

[rosenfey]

uh oh my hand slipped and i made a dwemer oc. oops? her name is ynegven and she’s been suspended in a stasis for millenia as a punishment for betraying the dwemer by revealing k*grenac’s plans to d*goth ur and hence causing the dwemer - dunmer war [picrew here :3]

#oc: ynegven alnonrynn #i am cringe but i am freeeee #oh and she has a prosthetic arm yes yes (and a leg but not shown obvi) #i need to develop her more but im so excited over her already #i just uh oh love the dwemer sm and just uh oh oopsie oh no wanna have some funsies #didnt want this to appear in the official tags so hence the *s ghgngn

[daydreamxsimmer]

"So how about this? You let me go. Nothing explodes. And I'll send your regards to Angel when I catch up with her."

Isabella Reyes - Kapoor (she/her) - a straight A student turned master thief and now secret agent. She wears many faces, does she even know who she really is anymore?

[my mc from @scribble-games 's 180 Files: The Aegis Project ]

#the sims 4 #ts4 edits #180 Files: The Aegis Project #agent 180 #character aesthetics #moodboard #been replaying and gosh i really love this story #also been really attached to Isabella in this too #and so glad i was able to find a prosthetic arm cc - so i could actually make her properly! #her motto would be 'cant be an agent if you dont look cute <3 ' #hence the makeup and cute skirt #hehe #isabella

[lizard-dumbass]

I found this busted ass clawdeen for 2€ on what is basically finnish ebay

And yes, i did get her for customization purposes

#i'm actually getting kind of emotionally attached to the way she is now because clawdeen is just such a cool doll/character #it's mainly just the face #i really love her factory paint and i kinda don't want to get rid of it #i suppose i could try to give the custom a similar face #and this doll is in pretty poor condition (hence the incredibly low price) and i specifically bought her because of that #because the beat up dolls are the ones that are most in need of a makeover #so it's not worth keeping her the way she is now #i guess i just have to suck it up and customize her #since she's missing her left forearm i could make her a cool prosthetic arm #not sure how i'll do that though #lizard-dumbass talks about stuff #monster high #doll customizing

[zimcard-artblog]

I've pulled a Callum Crown and Dial-Up'ed these fellas. Had this in my head for awhile and now I've drawn the scrybes if they were in the DT universe.

Grimora has an old typewriter for a head, of course, while running a small shop involving ghoulish items and even presenting pre-dial up collections for educational purposes. She would definitely get along with Gabby from the Phone Antique Shop down the street, have a nice cup of tea with the woman. She used to write obituaries back in the day, using both her head and quill to edit the papers, yet she moved onto opening her own shop as time passes by.

P03/Poe made designed its own monitor head fit to his needs, one of them being customizing icons to indicate who is currently fronting as he has DID. His prosthetic arm is actually Crown brand as he used to admire Callum Crown for a bit before working on his own things, owning a workshop to fix up tech and make his own gadgets. The stickers on his electric wheel chair were mostly from G0lly and even Unfinished Boss (the scratched doodles on the side of the chair.)

Leshy is, of course, the Leshy. How did the Dial-Up get to build a camera head onto his shoulders? Same reason how they managed to get BIGFOOT to have an object head during the Dial-Up. You know what they say: "If they could get Bigfoot to have an object head, they could definitely get Forest Peepaw". His camera head has some overgrowth there- which is good.

Magnificus has an antique rotary phone head he had customized in the past to his own liking. He is a street artist and also a hobo, yet still respected as an aspiring artist since he used to be quite the famous painter back in the days. He takes his current life as a boring yet deserved break but people refuse to leave him alone, wanting to know more about his works and most importantly the rumors of his past career. He has three fans who constantly approach him and ask numerous questions along with his criticism towards their own works.

Lonely Wizard, Pike Mage, and Goobert are huge wizard fans who have DnD sessions every now and then- hence the wizard hats. LW has a magic 8 ball for a head and is often known for its little performances involving singing and dancing, theater kid and whatnot. Pike has a Pike Weapon for a head which does raise the question if she's from the Dialtown Mob or not, often found talking to other weapon headed folks. Goobert has more of a rotary phone but shaped as a paint palette, having tried to customize his own head to match Magnificus' but it didn't turn out super well, he's an art student trying to paint.

Luke Carder has a Camcorder for a head, reflecting his career as a youtuber. Nothing has changed much as he's still the same guy who opens card packs.

Kaycee has a Floppy Disk Drive as a head and is also an indie game developer, she's doing her best in this dumpster fire of a town. Hah. Get it? Cause-- yeah.

More to come involving these AND working on Scrybing the Dialtown folks- making them Inscryption themed >:]

#ZCArt #Fanart #Inscryption #Dialtown #InDialtown AU #Leshy #Grimora #Magnificus #P03 #Lonely Wizard #Pike Mage #Goobert #Luke Carder #Kaycee Hobbes #Digital Art

[boytoyhalo]

Can you give me your fitpac headcanons to make me feel better after whatever the fuck Bad's stream was today. I am so unwell...

absolutely i can!!! let's see here hmm

pac likes to sleep/cuddle with fit sprawled out directly on top of him, like actively crushing him, because the deep pressure makes him feel safe (i think I said this in a different post but accidentally switched the names around, tho tbh i could see this being true both ways so maybe they take turns)

pac's ring markings glow bright blue when he's flustered or startled (see my blue ringed octopus hybrid pac headcanon) fit discovered this for the first time with the "how you doin big daddy" incident and since then fit has been going out of his way to sneak up on pac to make it happen because he thinks it's cute, this is also part of why he's gotten more confident with his flirting

fit would never say it out loud (partially because it would embarass him and mostly because he knows it would embarass pac) but he actually capital l Loves it when pac says his name with the "-tch" sound at the end. he thinks about it more than he shoud probably

this is less of a headcanon and more a writing prompt or like. a scenario that i think would happen but i think that at some point they'd be goofing around and threatening each other over whose a better fighter (they both think its each other but theyre arguing for themselves. for the bit) and fit would take off his prosthetic arm to hold it in his other hand and point it at pac like a sword and pac would be all oh yeah i can do that too and try to take off his leg standing up and would of course immediately overbalance and fall and fit would rush to check if he's ok while laughing his ass off and pac would use the leg to knock his legs out from under him so they would both be on the ground laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. and then fit would make a stupid pun about pac "not having a leg to stand on in this argument"

speaking of prosthetic's pac normally likes to keep his metal leg covered but the first time fit gets a proper look at it he's like woah your prosthetic looks so cooler and sleek and high tech i wish mine was like that and pac preens because he made it himself (ok it was him and mike but thats practically the same thing) and after that pac starts wearing his right pant leg rolled up (fit is only half of the reason, the other half is that it makes richarlyson feel better about his own leg but this is a fitpac post)

they both Really Like watching each other fight, hence the dungeon dates, but their favorite part is after all the mobs are cleared when they're cleaning their weapons and sorting through loot and just sitting quietly together basking in the shared victory and adrenaline and praising and complimenting each other for a fight well done

fit is aroacespec (he can count the amount of people he's been actually attracted to on one hand) and between that and his trust-no-one 2b2t background he's pretty inexperienced with most relationship related things, so pac is a lot of firsts for him. Pac not-so-secretly loves this because he's possessive and likes that no one else gets the type of attention he does from fit

fit starts wearing his glasses more often when he's not expecting combat or some other situation that will make them too inconvenient because pac says he looks cute in them

pac likes to make fit carry him on his back because 1. he likes the contact and 2. its fun to feel tall. the first time this happens it's because pac's metal leg takes a hit during a battle and is basically useless til he can repair it, so fit carries him back to chume labs out of necessity. After that pac usually makes up an excuse or plays up any hits he take so fit will do it again, except he's really bad at lying so fit knows what he's doing but he doesn't mind so he doesn't call him out on it

pac's hair looks really soft and fit realllly wants to run his hands through it but he's way too awkward to ask because that feels like a line being crossed and whenever pac runs his own hands through it fit just stares like a total weirdo which tubbo and phil both make fun of him for but somehow even then pac doesnt seem to notice. it takes him a long ass time to mention it to pac who he then finds out really likes having his hair played with and has been wanting fit to do it for forever but has also felt too awkward to ask. and then they laugh at themselves for being dumbasses (and then when they kiss for the first time and every time after that fit's flesh hand immediately goes up to his hair)

fit mentions that when he gets overstimulated sometimes its too much effort to remember to take his hearing aids out so pac asks if he can borrow them for a little bit and gives them back to fit with a new noise cancelling feature, and fit has to stop himself from literally proposing marriage right then and there. He settles for just cleaning chume labs top to bottom and leaving some chocolate and an embarassingly sappy thank you note that would read as a straight up love confession to anyone outside of him and pac's oblivious-but-also-not-oblivious slowburn-but-not-slowburn bubble

sometimes if pac is tired but cant get to sleep he'll go find fit and ask him to just talk at him for a bit because his voice is relaxing and if he falls asleep with his head on fit's shoulder or in his lap fit will sit as still as a rock for hours to not wake him up

ok ok you got me rambling this post is way too long now and most of these can barely count as headcanons but yippeeee i hope u like them!!!! everything will be ok we will have our morning crew and fitpac content back soon i promise

#fitpac #headcanons

[gregorio-makes-art]

AU Lloyd Explained!

1. He was 10 at the start of the series. 16 after his rapid aging (was not caused by a type of tea). 26 by the start of dragons rising.

2. His main weapon is the Staff of Creation ( AU version of the mega weapon) it was found in the temple of light and belonged to the FSM. All of golden weapons channel the user’s existing powers.

3. Has permanent horns and fangs after realizing his true Oni-Dragon form.

4. The mark of the Oni is mark only pure Oni people have. The Omega (shortly before his death) used his power to bestow the mark on Lloyd. He views this as a curse but slowly learns to accept that part of him.

5. He is the elemental master of life (I choose this mainly cuz I like the film’s explanation for what he and his powers represents).

6. The dragon band is bestowed upon ninja who successfully tame and befriend an elemental dragon.

7. He lost his arm to a possessed Garmadon in the AU equivalent of the Oni trilogy. He doesn’t balm his dad, but Garmadon blames himself.

8. Prosthetic was made by Pixel and Cyrus Borg.

9. He chose to also take Montgomery (Misako’s last name) and hyphenate it with Garmadon to honor his mother as well as his father.

10. While no specific ethnicities from our world exist in Ninjago (seeing as it is a completely separate reality), the FSM, Wu, The Oni, and Garmadon are the equivalent to Japanese. Misako is mixed (hence the Japanese first name and French sir name) and takes more after her French side. So long story short, Lloyd is mixed.

11. He is 5’9

12. His dragon, named Juniper, was the guardian of the temple of light.

13. Harumi died in crystalized. She apologized and made right by Lloyd before sacrificing her self. Tho he forgave her, Lloyd would have never gone back to her.

14. He and Akita had found ways to send each other letters before the merge. Now he is looking for her in hopes to reunite.

15. He has a HUGE inferiority complex.

16. Feels like he is solely responsible for protecting Ninjago

17. Pushed his issues inside and pretends they don’t exist.

18. Is afraid of being abandoned.

#art #sketch #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago art #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago au #lord garmadon #ninjago lord garmadon #ninjago dragons #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago first spinjitzu master #ninjago sensei garmadon #ninjago sensei wu #ninjago harumi #ninjago akita #lloykita #ninjago lloykita

[pix3lplays]

Pixel I just thought of the best thing.

The first night sleeping in the same bed together (sfw ofc). This is killing me.

I know you said recs aside from Luka are closed so feel free to save this for a rainy day but ultimately this with the Belobog Boys plus Luocha lol

Oh my gosh oh my gosh I’m LIVING for this!! Let’s Do It >:) (Also side note my requests aren’t limited to Luka, I’m just in a Luka mood, hence the post asking for Luka asks haha)

-Sharing a bed with them for the first time-

Sampo Koski: Sampo Koski is Excited to finally be sharing a bed with you. He’s very chatty and cuddly the whole time, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, talking the entire time about anything that came to mind. He just…loves being close to you. Loves the intimacy that comes from just…being near you, being able to snuggle with you. His hands don’t leave you the entire night. And you wake up thoroughly entangled with Sampo, listening to his soft snoring, and you feel truly loved and at peace…

Gepard Landau: Gepard Landau was nervous. This was your first night sharing a bed together, you were just married, and he. Was. NERVOUS. What if he did something wrong? What if he offended you somehow? He’s very quiet when you get into bed. You don’t cuddle or snuggle in any way at first until finally you ask. “Geppie…can I hold your hand?” “Yes of course!” it comes out louder than he meant for it to come out, and he winces before he reaches for your hand. He takes his cold hand in your warm one, and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. It’s the only affection you show each other that night, but it’s enough for the both of you. You wake up with your fingers still intertwined…

Luka: You we’re just so…comfortable around Luka. He was comfortable around you, but for the first time since you first started dating he actually seemed…a little bit anxious. You helped him take off his prosthetic, and you got comfy in the bed, looking at him lovingly while you waited for him. He climbs in next to you, a nervous look on his face. But he wants to snuggle with you. You can tell. “Let’s cuddle,” you say eagerly, spreading out your arms, waiting for him to snuggle with you. He eagerly complies, his real arm wrapping around your waist awkwardly. “This okay?” he asks. “Of course,” you say, kissing his cheek. You can feel him reddening in the darkness of the bedroom. “Oh good,” he sighs with relief, resting his chin on your head. Luka snores peacefully all night, getting the best sleep he’s ever had. And when he wakes up, you’re in his arm, sleeping against his chest sweetly.

Luocha: Luocha is confident. Ready to share a bed with you. He’s been waiting for this. Waiting for his chance to hold you in his arms and fall asleep peacefully with you pressed against him. The night goes exactly as he imagined. He’s got you wrapped in his arms, and your fingers are in his hair, playing with his blonde locks. He is so at peace. The two of you wake up, you happily laughing, tangled in his hair, and you get to witness the beauty that is Luocha’s bedhead…

#Honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Sampo Koski #Sampo Koski x reader #hsr Sampo x reader #Honkai star rail Sampo x reader #Gepard Landau #Gepard Landau x reader #Hsr Gepard x reader #honkai star rail Gepard x reader #Luka #Luka x reader #hsr Luka x reader #honkai star rail Luka x reader #Luocha #Luocha x reader #hsr Luocha x reader #honkai star rail Luocha x reader

[blissfulip]

can we see your take on a version of machine herald viktor? love your stuff<3

Thank you so much aAAAA and ty for the request!! This us just a concept doodle before I actually make fanart of it 👀

Let me explain my reasoning behind this design:

• First of all, although I think all the designs where he has a metal jaw or just shiny eyes DO look very cool aesthetically, however thinking about Viktors actual purpose I doubt he would enhance parts of his face at random. I do believe the two things that he would find "faulty" in his head anatomy are his eyesight and hearing, so I think that's what he would try to replace first. This design is closer to what I think he would look like in a prototype stage, perhaps between Arcane seasons 1-2 and the final machine herald design, where he has only successfully installed the headpiece on one side!

• secondly, I kept thinking about the mask and it really didn't seem like him to want to "hide" his facial enhancements with a mask while he has the bionic arm and other prosthetics very visible. With that in mind I think the only reason he would want to use a mask would be if he had some sort of disfiguring or scars from failed attempts to install these enhancements, and that's why I added some scars hear the eyes, nose and jaw!

(I think he would also need to shave the sides of his hair to install the hardware, hence the hair length difference on the left side!)

• haven't thought about what I think the outfit/arm prosthetic would look like on earlier stages but I don't think it would be too far off from his og league design so I'll figure that out once I make a full piece!!

Either way I hope you liked my interpretation anon! And thank you again for the request♡

#my art #viktor fanart #viktor #vitya #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #arcane fanart #league of legends #the machine herald #machine herald viktor

[vashwoo]

additional feature

pairing: vash the stampede x afab! fem!reader content: smut (MDNI!) cw: questionable usage of this man's prosthetic fingers, c.lit play, tristamp coded vash because of the arm color but the others can have some coochie as a treat a/n: been in my notes app for forever. i cannot believe my first fic in awhile is smut and it's even my first trigun fic. ashamed. shaking out the dust and sand from my brain just like vash shakin' out the sand from his arm.

brad is a genius and knew the blonde would gunk up his masterpiece with sand at some point... so he provided a neat lil feature to help shimmy out the granules from the tiny crevices!

On the desert planet that was Noman’s Land, sand was a cruel devil for mechanical bits and bobs. Constantly eroding the cheap lacquers and choking up the gears in more intricate machinations made being an engineer a more annoying task. Hence why Brad, genius that he is, had equipped the blonde gunman’s arm with a little special something to rid the little granules from the intricate joints that made up the malachite arm. 

“This is the annoying part; gets... so… gritty– Eep!”

The blonde man squawks as he flails his left arm around, jerkily stretching his lithe fingers. The dual suns’ rays reflect off of the flat planes of his limb, occasionally blinding you as you watched him fumble around. Speckles fell from the crevices as he slapped his other hand against the jewel toned forearm, but the grimace on his face told you that it wasn’t quite fixed yet. Before you could offer to helpfully brush it down with a random paintbrush you picked up from the previous town, he fiddled with something at his inner bicep and the teal arm buzzed to life. 

Sand granules vibrated and seemingly shimmied out of the tighter spaces of his arm and fingers, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he happily wiggled his digits again. A clear lack of stuttered arcs in their movements told you the sand battle was won. 

Distantly, the others in your ragtag group argued about the lack of water and supplies for the next few hours, but your brain wanted nothing to do with that conversation. In fact, the mechanical whirring of his arm mimicked the static of your empty skull. Not a single thought was between your eyes at that moment.

Words died in the back of your throat and were replaced with absolutely salacious thoughts. Those thoughts raced through your mind and the blood pumped wildly in your ears (and between your legs). You fiddled with your fingers nervously as you cleared your throat to grab the blonde's attention.

“Say, Vash,” you coughed, and his eyes darted to yours in interest at the awkward tone you’ve suddenly adopted, “I’ve got an… idea.”

Those big blue eyes blinked owlishly at you as he curiously tilted his head. 

“What’s up, Mayfly?”

As soon as the group stumbled into town, divvied up the keys, and parted ways, the door of your motel room was barricaded by a splintered chair because the lock didn’t live up to its namesake. 

“Curious about this, huh?” Vash’s teasing murmur against the shell of your ear snapped your attention back to the present. “Were you wondering how it would feel… against… your–”

The tip of his cool, jade finger floated down and graced the swollen bud between your legs. Before you could snap a little jab in his direction, the droning mechanism whirred to life again, except this time, Vash wasn’t trying to rid himself of sand. With a yelp, you curled in on yourself, plush thighs caging the broad man’s hands. Your body jerked and he laughed breathlessly, cooing as his flesh-and-blood hand pried your legs apart. This man was teasing you! Turning the buzzing fingers on and off? How cruel–

“So lewd of you,” he cooed your name, delighted by your body’s honest reactions.

Tease. Bastard. Where’d this confidence come from? 

He tenderly pressed chapped lips against the back of your neck, pecking you three times over. When you embarrassingly squirmed against him and curled in again, he fussed. “M-Mayfly, don’t hide,” he breathes, his voice laced with poorly masked desperation. Your attention was taken and you ceased your squirming at the breathlessness of the man holding you. “Just wanna make you feel good.” 

For Vash the Stampede, succumbing to hedonism was a transgression against his moral code. Yet, when it comes to his precious Mayfly, your happiness and pleasure were equally his own, and he was a selfish sinner learning to indulge. 

He would never come to you with this... idea. But he won’t lie that it came to mind once. 

Well, twice. 

Okay, maybe a few times before the two of you had become entangled in each other.

For every stuttered gasp you released, he mirrored it. For every choked moan you bit back, his hips bucked in response to wordlessly beg you to let go in his arms. 

It made you wonder who was going to finish first. It made him wonder why he took this long to do this. It was all for you, after all. Your pleasure was his.

The gunman’s ragged back rested against the chilled wall of the dim motel room, pulling you taut against his warmth. He protected your back from pressing uncomfortably against the metal over his heart, shifting your body to lean on the rightmost side of his chest. His soft hair tickled you at times, constantly adding ammo to the reasons to squirm in his lap.

Vash’s touch was grounding, yet it also sent you straight for the clouds. His initial hesitant ministrations were gaining confidence the more you sang for him and arched so prettily in his grasp; his index and middle fingers moved at a languid pace, playing you like a seasoned musician performing their magnum opus.  

At the start, he expressed concern over the idea of using his arm’s ugly, brutish, and utilitarian functions on your soft body. He sputtered in surprise when you first mentioned it earlier in the day; he had frantically gestured to his shining arm, babbling and asking you to confirm what he thought you had said. Crimson heat rose to his ears and it was not from the suns beating down on his neck.

Vash was certainly surprised by your proposal, but again, it wasn’t necessarily the first time it came to his mind.

Even as the two of you first settled against the musty sheets on the mattress, his hesitation spoke volumes with the way his fingers ghosted your core. After much coaxing and promises to stop him if it hurt, he finally, cautiously, pressed his strong fingers where you needed them most. The jade fingers weren’t vibrating though. Only when you complained with a whined cry of his name did he turn it on with bated breath.

Well, Vash quickly learned the tremoring metal was not too much against your core, and hearing your stuttered gasps? The practiced gunman was delighted to find out his body could serve you even better than before.

Currently, each time your legs twitch inwards, he’d whine with pouted disagreement and sweet talk your body to open back up to his touch by nudging your thighs apart again. His petulant huff raced past your ear and your attention would wrap around his next words. “So wet, Mayfly,” he breathed, awe lacing his voice. “Is it that good? Am I doing okay?”

Genuinely, Vash wanted to be nice, so he stopped his flicked motions to let you answer. His fingers rested on your clit, but didn’t cease the vibrations. With trembling, yet practiced fingers steadily pulsing against you, your head flew back onto his shoulder as you choked out your pleasure, “S-so good, Vash!” 

Oh god, you sounded wrecked and beautiful to this man’s ears. The man always loved how his name was uttered from your lips. Your compliment held an unsaid cry for him to continue, so he hummed happily as his fingers sped up their strides, flicking up and down, and occasionally chasing well-practiced circles. The vibrations from his hand seemed to amp up in strength and your hands flew to his strong legs, digging your nails into his skin. His hand was suddenly drenched and his breath caught at the back of his throat. 

His loving pace faltered for a beat at the sting of your grip as he groaned, mindlessly nuzzling the back of your neck with his nose. The crescent marks on his legs would never scar like the others on his body because you’d never harm him in such a way, but a ruined part of his mind prayed you did. Vash’s free hand trailed up from your tummy to cup one of your breasts to gently toy with the swollen nubs, pulling you close against his body. 

“You’re so wet,” he moans brokenly and gingerly nips at the juncture of your neck. His fingers were starting to clumsily slip from the slick drowning his fingers, but he was determined to be so good and do well. That’s all the Humanoid Typhoon ever wanted to be for you, after all. If he was blessed to touch an angel and make her sing with his erred hands, the least he would do was give her a glimpse of heaven, right? 

“A-are you getting close, Mayfly? Can feel her throbbin’ f’me…” he slurs, his fingers working overtime as he flicked and massaged you. You wailed softly as he seemed to establish a steady rhythm after your sudden deluge from earlier. Before he can moan out yet another nose-bleeding-inducing whimper, your hand shoots out and halts all of his progress. You yank his arm away and a confused ‘bwuh?’ slips from the blonde angel in the room. Before he can protest, you awkwardly crane your head around and stare him down; his voice, worry, and confusion fizzle away at the dazed gaze you grace him with. 

Although the room was dim this late at night, the lantern illuminated your silhouette well; every curve on your body was highlighted by the warm light. Your chest heaved as you caught your breath from his little onslaught of pleasure.

‘Wow.’

You laughed; did he say that aloud? 

Kind of embarrassing, but–

Desperate want painted your pretty little face as you pant at him. His grip on your body loosened as he felt your legs twitch, letting you rearrange the two of you however the hell you wanted. 

He’d follow you anywhere. 

When you lifted yourself from his body to shakily turn and face him, a hum bubbled in his throat before your fingers coyly traveled down your front, spreading yourself under his gaze. His cerulean eyes had followed your fingers’ dance and he swallowed dryly. 

Wet.

So wet. 

He did that. 

Your thighs were quivering as you balanced yourself on your knees, and if he stared hard enough and long enough, he was sure he’d see you drip onto the sheets. 

What a waste that would be, though.

Dumbly, his jaw slackens he stares at your lower half glistening with the obvious sign of your love for him. Distantly, his left hand continued to buzz against your flesh and you laughed at the tickling sensation as you placed your hands on his tense shoulders to steady yourself.

His brain was going to short circuit like the very first time you allowed him to even see an inch of your bare skin. The hardworking pink thing in his skull cheered over and over as his eyes continued to glaze over at the gift in front of him.

Your plump lips were mouthing salacious words down at him but were only partially registering in his clouded brain. 

Something about ‘being inside’ and ‘finishing together’–

His wide eyes snapped back up to yours when you planted your hips firmly against his. Oh god, his pants were so ruined but he didn’t care. Not when you were looking down at him with all the love in your eyes as you sighed out his name in bliss.

It sounded so pretty from your lips. 

The Humanoid Typhoon felt dizzy, oh so dizzy…

You purred when his hands shakily found their home on your hips, “c’mon Plant boy. Let’s get those pants off of you, huh?” 

Vash the Stampede had never clumsily unbuckled his ruined pants so fast in his life. Can’t blame the guy though. His pretty litte Mayfly laughing and sitting on his lap made it really difficult. 

#vash smut #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun #trigun reader insert #vash the stampede reader insert #vash the stampede smut #vash x reader smut #trigun stampede

[tac-bat]

Your thoughts on the Valley Elders from Sky CoTL?

-looks at my entire account- they’re okay

Being serious I love them both a lot. I love their designs and how they’re a subtle differences in their models that shows despite being twins, they aren’t a copy paste situation with a different hair and eye. They have their own body shape, personality, and even the paddle each wield are slightly different. I adore how that despite them being athletes, they also have prosthetic arms and impacted depth perception from their one eye, showing that with their disabilities, they can still function just as well with someone who has both arms and eyes. Another thing but I love the implication and wonder if they were originally one elder that split into too, their statue is split in the middle, their first appearance You think they’re one elder ect. I more lean to they were supposed to be too but didin’t properly split hence the missing eye and arm

I made a whole post on the differences here where you can get a better look at their models and prostetic’s and I just really enjoy them, can’t give an exact reason why but they make me feel happy

Okay there IS the possibility they were the opposing side of the Wasteland war and made the giant cyclone at the wasteland entrance cuz Valleys right next to Wasteland. And they’re shown to have the cyan light aka wind light in prophecy mural, and cyan light appears in the seeds segment of the aurora concert and all that, but I love them still none the less, I support twink wrongs.

I don’t draw them as twinks tho they deserve some muscle

#sky cotl #sky: cotl #sky children of the light #tac rambles #valley elders #sky cotl elders #asks

[yayoineko]

Finished inking this last night.

Dr. Meridian's wounds have healed enough to try on a prosthetic prototype made by his Arachnamechs. He's making some adjustments (a hex/L key in his mouth). Meridian's inventions usually consist of what's available in his vicinity, and that includes old parts of his bots--As in, Arachnamech legs.

At first, I was going to draw a bionic, human looking arm. But thought it better to make something that caused people to gawk and be anxious. Hence, causing Meridian insecurities and eventually feel not "accepted for who they are" (as he stated in canon Earthspark).

It's a continuation from the previous image: https://yayoineko.tumblr.com/post/739990950028492800/in-canon-transformers-earthspark-dr-meridian

#yayoi neko #thundertori #traditional art #other artwork #transformers #tf earthspark #tfe mandroid #earthspark mandroid #mandroid #earthspark #dr. meridian #arachnamechs

[thunderstomm]

HOT WHEELS: LET’S RACE - Mini-Redesigns and Headcanons !

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been watching this super-cute new hot wheels show! And while I originally didn’t intend to do much in terms of fan content, I accidentally got very attached to these silly little guys so something was in order. While I like what the show has to offer, I don’t love that they wear casual clothes instead of actual racing gear, so I designed my own !!

The suits match because I imagine that these were given to them as a gift from Dash, symbolising the shift from “temporary campers” to her full-time protégés. I wanted to go full-hot wheels inspo, so all of the suits are decked out with a sweet flame pattern ! They all have little name badges on the side, and the colours of their suits are taken from the racing gloves which Dash gives them in S1! I wanted the suits to feel very simple compared to a pro racer’s suit, so while they have many staples, they have no sponsor patches anywhere ! As for the numbers on their suits, they are their rankings from camp !(thanks @viewer-of-many for the idea!!)

As I do with any media I like, I’ve included some little headcanon pages to go with! I’ve included headcanons for their full names- because I refuse to believe that these are all their legal names- as well as their pronouns, ages, racer numbers, nationalities, and heights ! I want to go in-depth on some of my choices, so buckle in! (Also if you’re finding this post and you’re a hot wheels fan PLEASE come talk to me I need more people to babble with)

COOP

Cooper “Coop” Fèng, our camp champ and main character is up first! I’m pretty sure that Cooper is canonically his first name, so I stuck with that. The nickname “Coop” was kind of just a natural development, it’s shorter, and he likes cars. Perfect! His surname is Fèng, a Chinese surname that means phoenix- which I chose because I think it’s a neat reference to his shift from “average kid” to camp champ. A real rise from the ashes! I headcanon him to be Chinese & African American- his Dad is the former and his other parent would be the latter. His pronouns are he/him, he’s 12 years old, 4’10” tall and thanks to his winning status- racer 01 in the level 2 training program !!

MAC

Mackenzie “Mac” Caliper is next ! Like Cooper, I feel like his nickname is just a shortened version of his full name, and “Mackenzie” just felt right. Before you ask- the name is gender neutral where I come from. His surname, Caliper, is taken from a car part, it’s the disc in a brake system ! Also I made his hair into some sort of mullet-y thing because of his crimes of having no bangs. I headcanon him to be Canadian. Mac uses he/him pronouns, is 12 years old (he is the oldest of the three 12 year olds, having a December birthday in the year prior), 4’11” tall, and racer 04 !

SPARK

Samantha “Spark” Turner ! For her first name, I wanted something cute that could hypothetically be given a GNC nickname. Plus “Samantha” and “spark” sound so cute together! The nickname Spark came from her love of inventing, and how her brain is always “sparking” with ideas! Her surname, Turner, is a play on a car’s “turn signal”. Not included on the chart, but I headcanon her as Autistic ! Spark is a black Canadian, her pronouns are she/her, she is 11 years old (the youngest of the 6 campers), 4’7” tall, and is racer 03 !!

BRIGHTS

Bryce “Brights” Hikari is racer 05! I imagine that she was born missing her arm, hence her prosthetic. Despite her hair matching her Uncle’s- it’s 100% dyed. Her first name, Bryce, fully just comes from me mishearing her name the first time I watched the show. So I choose to reuse it. I headcanon her as being Japanese, and her surname, Hikari, means “light”! The nickname “Brights” combines the sound of her first name and the meaning of her last! Brights uses she/her pronouns, is 12 years old, and is 4’9” tall.

AXLE

Axle Spoiler, son of beloved champ Striker Spoiler! The only character with a canon full name, and the only one who I can believe that his name is actually his legal one. I headcanon him as being Mexican. Axle is the oldest of the racers, at 14 years old. Axle uses he/him pronouns, is 5’2” tall, and is racer 02- something he accepts, but feels just a little taunted by. (I feel so funny saying so little about him because he’s my favourite.)

SIDECAR

Simon “Sidecar” Cotter is the final racer ! For his name, I wanted to keep the initials of his nickname (S.C.) intact. I went with Simon for his first name, because it’s a little goofy, but also feels just a little TOO formal for someone like him. His surname is, you guessed it, a reference to a car part! A Cotter is a pin which secures something in place. I think that Axle gave him the nickname “sidecar”, because he seems to start off as his sidekick. Sidecar is American, 13 years old, 4’8” tall, uses he/him pronouns, and is racer 06 at camp !!

While that is all I’ll be sharing for now, I do have another more detailed art piece of these guys in their canon outfits, in my more polished art style, which I hope can be coming out sooner than later. Again, if you like this show, please DM me here or on discord so we can chat!!

Thanks for reading !! 🩵💚💛🩷❤️🩶

#thunderstomm #tomm talks #okay to reblog #please reblog #art #my art #thunderstomm art #artist #fanart #hot wheels #hot wheels lets race #hot wheels let’s race #coop hot wheels #brights hot wheels #axle hot wheels #axle spoiler #spark hot wheels #Mac hot wheels #sidecar hot wheels #headcanons #headcanon #my headcanons #(: #dash wheeler #I will draw her soon I promise #redesign #redesigns #my redesigns

[its-deputy-caleb]

DMC5 — Sleepy Kisses

howdyy ya’ll— guess who’s trying to write for a new fandom?? me :) i’ve decided to try something new (n i’ve been dying to test out some fluff dmc works) and i will juggle these with my far cry works too!! 

pls forgive how these turned out, i’m still getting a feel for every character and i wanna do em justice but that takes practice and i’m sure these hc’s/tropes have been done before but for now pls enjoy <3

Dante

Dante is known for his late night’s spent working after weeks of neglected paper work, however he’s got a bad habit of being disorganised— hence the whole predicament of needing to work late.

You wander over to his desk to find him snoring softly with a pile of paperwork as his pillow and whiskey bottles resting beside his head. With each snore, his hair ruffles on the exhale and you can’t help but smile softly as his nose scrunches adorably.

His back will be sorry tomorrow if you left him there, and so with gentle hands on his shoulders, you litter soft kisses along his neck until he stirs.

“Hey there sleepyhead, come to bed with me.. unless you plan to sleep there all night.”

In his groggy state, Dante is relatively easy to nudge in the direction of the bedroom. He only manages to slip on one set of stairs before he’s collapsing face first into the bed.

Dante sleeps with his head tucked into your chest, his hair tickling your collarbone before promptly passing out once more and snoring in your ear all night.

Vergil

Vergil loves his peace and quiet, especially after returning back from Hell. He’s comforted by the silence and he feels most comfortable curled up on the worn in couch with a book in his hand and your head in his lap.

He doesn’t say much beyond the slight grumble or hum from a particular interesting fact in one of his many books of demon lore. You can tell instantly when he’s fallen asleep by the lack of turning pages, looking down to see a sleepy Vergil with the book on his chest.

Running your hand through his pristine hair, you carefully bend down and place a gentle kiss onto the bridge of his nose as you slowly wake him with caution.

“Vergil— Darling, let’s go lie down properly.”

It’s a known fact Vergil prefers naps and sporadic periods of sleep over anything remotely close to a good eight hours but if anyone could convince him, it’d be you. With your hand in his, the two of you wander into his bedroom before climbing under the covers.

Of course, he faces away from you— trying to maintain some semblance of stoicism but you’re having none of that as you move over and spoon him. You hold his hands in front of his chest, squeezing softly until you finally hear his breathing even out and he relaxes into you.

Nero

Nero is more than exhausted after taking on extra jobs with Dante. He arrives home with tense shoulders and little energy as he claims the closest surface as his new sleeping cove.

You find him curled up on the couch, The Red Queen resting against the armrest and his jacket still on as he snores softly. One boot has been kicked off as well as his gloves and you watch as his face relaxes the deeper he nods off.

You figure he should at least remove his outer clothes to get a proper (and well deserved) nights sleep. Placing kisses on his cheeks, you take a knee by the couch to pull off his boot and get him comfortable.

“Those demons must have done a number on you Love, help me with your jacket and then we can go lie down.”

Nero doesn’t let you get further than placing his boot next to its partner before you’re pulled onto the couch with him and tucked securely in his arms.

His arms are wrapped around you in a bear hug, but it keeps both of you feeling warm and cozy— the perfect conditions for falling asleep. 

Nico

Nico’s inspiration for her craft can often hit her at random points in the day and it’s only late at night after she’s been tinkering and designing prosthetics do you find her fast asleep at her workbench.

Today is no different as you wander over to her, noting how her glasses are skewed as they rest on her arms and the very prominent welding tool still in her hands.

You’re quick to remove the tool from her hand, thanking whoever’s out there that she didn’t lose an arm whilst falling asleep welding. Her fingers are rough from her work and you take a moment to pepper kisses along each of them before waking her slowly.

“Morning sweetheart, you’re looking very cozy there— but I think the bed will be much better.”

You do your best to half carry-half drag Nico to your bedroom where you both rug up under the blankets and snuggle together.

The two of you sleep with your noses bumping and your legs tangled together under the duvet. Nico’s hair brushes your cheeks, strewn about the pillow and you can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks in that moment.

#good lord i feel like i'm a rusty first time writer all over again :') #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc5 #dmc5 headcannons #dmc5 writing #dante #dante dmc #dante sparda #dante x reader #vergil #vergil dmc #vergil sparda #vergil x reader #nero #nero dmc5 #nero x reader #nico dmc5 #nicoletta goldstein #nico x reader

[hatredmadeofgold]

honestly your take on my erotic machine samuraiden ask is so poetic and wonderful and I'm injecting it into my veins. but honestly I was also thinking about idk some repair type scenario and Raiden touches something on Sam's cybernetic arm and Sam, not used to this, involutarily makes a noise like that vine with the woman seeing the fake rat. I love the idea of inner workings being sensitive tbh.

Hey again :] Sorry for taking so long to answer these asks, I am very busy during weekdays sadly 😭

Hmmm well his cybernetic arm is a prosthetic, so it wouldn't be permanently attached to his organic body but I think that nanomachines connect the artificial nerves inside the arm to the brain, creating a perfect symbiosis between organic and inorganic. Repairing a prosthetic isn't something I could imagine anyone but a cybernetic engineer/orthopaedic technician do in that case. But Sam's prosthetic getting damaged badly during battle and Raiden checking on him and doing some sort of quick 'diagnosis' with his cybernetic eye, that I can see happening.

In real life, damaged nerves can become hyper- or hyposensitive, depends on what, how, where, and also how the recovery goes. For Sam's arm being a prosthetic, inorganic and organic have to match perfectly. In my last response to you, I already explained that for a combat cyborg to have the highest efficiency, they'd need the identical sensory input of that of a human, maybe even enhanced input. We get our sensory input from the nerves of our body. So the same logic can be applied to Sam's prosthetic arm. We have seen what he can do with it, the movement speed and accuracy are incredible.

Raiden of course isn't so gentle with Sam in general. Even shows that sadistic side of his — he's both a sadist and a masochist in my book; enjoying pain only when he can inflict even more pain to the other in return — and he 'accidentally' touches an open laying artificial nerve of the damaged arm while checking the damage.

Now, those open laying artificial nerves in Sam's arm could be hypersensitive. It's overwhelming and painful even. Add also into the mix that I think of Sam as a masochist (him being sadistic is more of a persona, not a part of who he really is), so the noise he makes is a mix of shock, and pain, but also a bit of pleasure. Not that Sam would ask for Raiden to do that again of course, they are both too proud to admit such things out loud. As long as they are sober at least.

But I believe that Sam hadn't been taught of the complexity of the cybernetic, or how they work in perfect sync with his body, aside from the part with the nanomachines maybe — hence the surprised response to the sensitivity. Raiden knows that Sam gets off to pain (but that wouldn't stop him even if he didn't know either).

Perhaps teases him about his lack of knowledge about the inner workings of his prosthetic arm. Maybe that can be code for "I know you enjoy that when I hurt you" that Sam knows to interpret that way.

It's unfortunate that MGR didn't pick up Raiden's lightning powers from MGS4 again, but I do imagine that he still has them.

Now in other areas of the damage, the artificial nerves could be hyposensitive. Imagine Raiden using his lightning powers to send electric shocks through Sam's arm. He says that he needs to test "if the sensors still respond at all", but Raiden doesn't know how to fix a prosthetic like Sam's either — it's just some bullshit to tell Sam that he's going to play with him a little bit for his own entertainment and pleasure. But in fact, the electric shocks that go through the artificial muscles and nerves go directly into Sam's pleasure centre, and he's struggling hard to not let that show. Again, his pride is at stake here, they are out in the open and either of them could be interrupted by a codec call. Not exactly a situation in which he wants to get caught being a horribly turned on mess.

Perhaps Raiden might continue messing with Sam until he gets him to that point where he cannot keep up his act, and Sam is an incredible actor, so that takes a lot to break it.

I could take this further and write an entire detailed scenario of them fucking during field work because of injuries and the analysis of the damage, and nanopaste only being used after the climax has been reached but oh well. Might put that on my idea list for smut for later.

Some last commentary that isn't directly relevant to the topic:

Although the lore of MGR says that a cyborg's move set is nothing more than new program code, I doubt Sam would rely solely on that. All of Sam's skill as a swordsman is entirely that of his own, not something a program code could replicate. Decision making and muscle memory go hand in hand after all. Cyborgs relying entirely on their bodies following their programming might also be why he could defeat them so easily... 😉

I also do not believe in the metal boob thing that fanon came up with. Concept art and screenshots alone show that it's a part of the suit, not part of his actual body. Also from a medical perspective, it would be completely unnecessary and also batshit insane to touch the surface area of the torso, remove skin and muscle tissue for some shiny but otherwise useless metal piece when the affected area is Sam's right forearm. Because the shape of the metal part also doesn't suggest that it replaces the muscles that connect the chest and arm muscles. It is purely there for aesthetics.

Anyway, it's fun answering these asks 💕 So feel free to drop in any more ideas, suggestions, prompts. I can ramble about these two for hours, it's a huge passion of mine c:

#samuraiden #Jetstream Sam #Raiden #Raiden MGR #MGR #metal gear rising #metal gear rising revengeance #mgrr #Raiden MGS #anon #ask #long post