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anonymous-eggy · 4 months

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Quest with an artist Mc

bc i cant stop thinking ab himb....

i wrote this very impulsively so. yeah. theres a bit of horny towards the end, but theres also fluffy sweet things

• he learns of you being an artist when you find the time to create bloomic fanart.

• and you got endless showers of praise from him on how good it was (especially if the fanart included Xander)

• he just thinks its so neat. his artistic expression of choice is poetry, so he's not much of an artist when it comes to drawing.

• he can draw some basic flowers, but thats where his talents end.

• no matter your usual art media, buy gold (body safe) paint and paint his scars. kind of like how you paint the cracks of repaired pottery and such? except make it a vulnerable bonding experience.

• he has many scars all around his body from past accidents and gang related violence.

• i feel like he gets really insecure about them sometimes and worries theyll make you think too much about his past

• but seeing you turn them into something golden and beautiful with such ease and affection... gives him a new appreciation for those parts of him.

• he loves it even more when you connect nearby scars like intricate rivers of gold flowing across his body.

• make sure you fill the comfortable silence with lovely soft words of affirmation and kisses every now and then for the best results.

• absolutely call him your golden boy.

• the only issue is that he feels really bad for having to eventually wash them off.

• so take pictures and send them to him for just you two to hold onto ;)

• despite feeling bad about washing them off, he always feels so much better about his scars and body.

• and let him know this is exactly how you see his scars <3

• i feel like during times when you're not able to paint on him because of a late shift or something, he just looks back at the pictures and replays the soft memories for comfort.

• this is more towards the beginning of your relationship with him, when his insecurities about his past bothering you were the worst

• moving on from that, he is the perfect man to reference.

• he would find it so very funny if you ever complained about parts of him that are hard to draw.

• i could imagine just sitting there watching him work out and just... drawing the way his muscles flex and the way his body bends... dear lord those thighs...

• when you first did this, he immediately noticed. he didnt quite have the courage to ask if you were drawing him (after all, forms of art are very personal things)

• but when he sees you're staring at the sketchbook page more than him, he decides to take a break and ask you.

• not because he's getting jealous of the notebook. hes not a jealous person. the curiosity just takes over because the stares mean you're stuck on smthn or you're finished.

• and boy is he beyond flattered. flustered even.

• he's never really... thought much about himself. physically and mentally. so the fact that he's worth being sketched touches his very soul.

• if you're the type of artist who loves gushing over defined shapes and begin to ramble about the shapes that you love about him, his cheeks will be red and he will patiently listen to every word you have to say.

• as weird as it is to listen to someone describe his physical features with such passion, there's something special about the way you talk about it.

• especially if you suddenly realize what you're saying and get flustered.

• he likes feeling like art when its you. he loves the way you map out his body and turn the shapes of him into strokes of graphite poetry.

• .... he wouldnt mind if you drew him suggestively as well... so long as its for your eyes and his eyes only...

• of course there would be teasing about just how much you seem to adore his body, but never in a way that deters you from sketching him more.

• which, knowing Quest, his teasing quickly veers into horny territory. at the very least deep kisses.

• he says he just want to "give you more inspiration" and that "its his job as your muse"

• he definitely develops a fixation on your hands specifically. the way your hands trace his body delicately as if trying to memorize every line of him while making out with him on his lap.

• it absolutely drives him insane.

• the way his large hands encircle your wrist while his fingers press on your palms in bed. or when his fingers tangle with yours. and he can see you looking at it. memorizing every moment of it. of him. of the emotions tied to the image.

• that part he loves the most about your art. the pure emotion of it captured so perfectly

• oh yeah it definitely awakens something in him. especially if he finds you sketching those the next day peacfully at your desk.

• honestly i think you being an artist just changes the way he sees things. in the best of ways.

• he also finds himself massaging your hands absent mindedly while cuddling. and softly kissing them... they work so hard and he wants to take care of them for you.

• he is just so very happy to be your favorite muse.

~sigh. time to make a Blooming Panic section on my masterlist...

#i have big quest brainrot #he's so pretty and lovely #bloomic #blooming panic #blooming panic quest #bp quest #blooming panic headcanon #bloomic headcanon #quest

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2-braincells · 11 days

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this pic was supposed to become a lineup of Magical Girl Mountaineers but i realized designing 7 cohesive yet distinct magical girl designs is a mite difficult. so i will just ramble abt the au instead

My sister helped me come up with it ofc. shout out to her <3

ok so from left to right: Joel (green, axe), Grian (red, tnt), Impulse (yellow, hammer), Gem (blue, trident), Scar (orange, bow), Skizz (black, sword), Mumbo (purple, end crystals).

Big Salmon is their benefactor/god/boss. tells them what to do. skizz would prob be the first to aquire his magical girlieness. all their outfits would have some sort of nautical design. and also maybe cherry blossoms (this is why i didnt actually draw it. theres so many elements to balance)

the snails are their lil friends. whatever the cat does in sailor moon (ive not watched it o7)

their transformation trigger is either the salmon noise or a bell. while they transform, time freezes. if ur nearby, ur still concious and can hear "please hold" playing. this is a tactic to give them an advantage as it deals psychic damage. in their own personal bubble, the magical girl's timelapse music plays.

they fight doc. cuz salmon

they all have big colourful anime hair ofc.

and i think thats it????? idk. have fun.

#tag me if u do anything with this :))))#rain's brain #mcyt au #magical mountain #hermitcraft s10 #joel smallishbeans #grian #impulsesv

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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My previous asks about biting is just because i have cute aggression and your works are so cute (usually, one time i wanted to test out how dramatic my mascara was so i read some of your angst, cried) but now that i really think about it? my number one competitor is Il Dottore himself

It's my personal headcanon dottore has really bad cute aggression, sure it's mainly under control now because he's been alive for fuckinf Centuries (for all childhood friends works where the reader is male would it count as old man yaoi- *gets shot*) but with his lover? absolutely out of control

Maybe they're cuddling and his lover's hand gets close to his mouth? eated, chomped

childhood friends reader who has scars on their arms because of how hard dottore has bitten them

it gets so bad that the reader has to give him a taste of his own medicine, he bit them a few minutes ago and now he has his hand by their mouth? EATED (he gets so confused and then Realizes, unbeknownst to you, you started an all out war.)

Make sure to wear turtlenecks during the chomping war because if you walk past him wearing like, a tee-shirt he'll just move the collar of the shirt (or even stretch it, bastard) just to bite your shoulder and then act like nothing happened

after about the first week, you both look like you were mauled by a small cat.

Eventually, a truce is made, so it's not as bad, but you two still bite each other like feral cats.. It's just more provoked rather than "i have to get them back IMMEDIATELY"

So there's not as many bite marks everywhere, mainly on each other's arm and hands now because, what else are you supposed to do if your lover's hand is by your mouth? kiss it? fucking casual. Bite his cheek and watch him go absolutely insane though

some other harbingers who i think have cute aggression but not as bad

The second place is pantalone, he isnt bitey, but he will grab, squish, and tug at your cheeks aggressively if you say or do something cute whole cooing about the cuteness of what you just did

columbina will just, hug and squeeze you really REALLY tight if you do something cute, its hard to breathe but thats ok

the last and (funnily enough) least aggressive when it comes it cuteness, is childe, he'll hug you tightly (not as tight as columbina) and squish your cheeks, but only for a few seconds (unlike pantalone, who will literally make your face numb) he is lime a healthy mix of both of those two, he will get bitey however. - 🎈 pspsp smooches cmere i promise i wont bite you (lying)

🎈 ANON?? HELP IM SORRY FOR MESSING UP YOUR MASCARA I DIDNT MEAN TO 😭 (or did I?) But omg, I honestly didn't know what cute aggression was until now, thank you for informing me of this AND I'M GONNA BE STEALING YOUR HCS BC THATS TOO CUTE 🤲❤️❤️😭

I'm just. EXPLODING 💥 Bro doesn't know how to control his biting strength too so he ends up drawing blood sometimes 😔 (But it's okay since it's Dottore) I bet people assume the scars you have are from something cool like battles but nope... you got BIT by a human, multiple times at that. The first time it happened you probably let out a little scream because he's literally nomming on you unprompted and... you've never met anyone who does that 😨 I wonder if he even has an explanation for it or he just... does it? He just wants to bite you and he will, you can't stop him😭🙏

I mean, you get used to the random bitings, but if there's one thing about you, is that you will put him in his place if need be! If Dottore thinks he can just go on ranting about his research after fatally biting you, he's wrong 😒 He starts waving his hands around in excitement and you know what. Bitten. Nom-nom. Congrats. This is one of the very few times Dottore's rendered speechless. (Worst mistake of your life.) You know how regular couples give each other good morning/night kisses? Well Zandik does something like that... he just bites you unprovoked instead. It's the absolute worst during the Akademiya because you're sweating so hard trying to cover all of your skin but also trying to avoid getting nipped on the neck by that irritating deadly scholar 🫠 He is so nonchalant about it too 😒 But you're not. As soon as you land a bite you're grinning so hard and he's just like 😐 Ehehe... pretending to kiss his cheek and then nibbling on it and giving it a lil bite... I'm evaporating... i love the little love bites <3

THE PANTALONE ONE IS SOOO TRUEEE AWWW 😭🥺🥺🥺 I see him as very touchy so omggg him squishing your cheeks is so cute 😭 You would just be talking and saying something unintentionally adorable to him and all of a sudden he's cupping and then squishing your cheeks all while going on about how cute his darling is, and your words are now getting all garbled up 😔 it's A NEED. (Then he'll kiss your cheeks so gently if you get pouty cuz he pulled too hard :(( <3)

100% agreed on Bina she is. A MONSTER. when it comes to those hugs, you may faint if you don't build up some resistance to it. You can try to do it back to her but for some reason, she isn't really affected by it even if you muster up all your strength, but she still adores the notion! And Childe... RAHHH THESE ARE SO GOOD!! It's funny for him to be the least aggressive but his co-workers are something else I guess 😭 We love a king who's so affectionate but also won't kill you with it 🤭 I imagine if you return it he would be so flattered...especially if you're strong enough to actually keep him from leaving your hug. Now that's the good stuff.

🎈 anon 😳 you can bite me if you want, I don't mind 😌🫶

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #i will proudly wear my bite marks 🔥#his shark teeth are soooo freaking cute ahh #bro prolly bites harder than a rishboland tiger #the pantalone one really has me swooning i cant #dottore love notes <3 #pantalone love notes <3 #columbina love notes <3 #childe love notes <3

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unicornacopia · 10 months

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S.O.S Character design help!

Hi guys! I'm here with another OC from the RP server, and this time it's a villain! I was wondering if anyone with some drawing skills might want to take a crack at him? Even just a rough sketch of your impressions of what he might look like from the description below. Trying to get my players avoid using AI as much as possible and figured I'd see if anyone wanted to give this fella a try. Anyway, Thank you so much for reading and considering. Character details are below:

Character name: Maksim Baerun Age:38 Gender:** Male

Class/Title/job:** Blacksmith, but dresses very well.

Where are they from?: Way up North

Physical description: Roughly six and a half feet tall. Long oily black hair, that is almost pearlescent to white when the light hits it, shaved on the sides and always tied back. He has eerie ghostly blue eyes, several ear piercings, and 2 brown piercings very close to the skin. The right side of his mouth has a large scar deforming that part of his face slightly.

Typically wears tailored slacks and nice leather boots. Linen shirt and leather vest with either a long coat or the sleeves rolled up. Usually has a cigar hanging from his mouth. His Gurahl essence is that of a Polar bear, all forms except his human reflecting that. His frame though is imposing, being tall and bulk with muscle (Not body builder cant put arms down big, but just *THICK*)

Special abilities/powers: Gurahl (werebear,) Commands the Forces of Nature. Similar to a lycanthrope but slightly different, Gurahl are not always bound to change by the moon and often retain their human intelligence and abilities despite their form. Because of where he grew up, far in the northern frigid mountains and ice of the Motherland, his Gurahl form has the features of a Polar Bear.

Background: A child of a powerful Romani healer and a Mob boss, he was found at a young age to be gifted in the natural magic arts. Though he was the younger of two brothers and the more gifted naturally, he tended to get overlooked for his brother. This was especially hurtful because their father left when Maksim was a toddler, and because he looked and acted similar to his father, it caused his mother to become cold and distant with him. As he grew into adolescence and his abilities grew, he began to get cocky, hunting larger and larger prey, usually solo.

At 16 he attempted to track and kill a feral dire bear on his own. He managed to finally down the beast, but was mortally wounded in the process, he barely made it back to town alive and very nearly died on his brothers table. Mikhail managed to tap into his Romani roots and managed to restore Maksim to life, but very badly scarred. Even though he felled the bear alone and survived, the praise was given to his brother for saving his life. Tired of living in that shadow, he left. At just 17 he was on his own, left to fend for himself. What he didnt realize is that the Romani magic his brother accidentally tapped into, as well as the latent power in his blood, changed him into a creature known as a Gurahl in Romani culture, or a Werebear.

After two years living partially in the wild and partially on the streets of various cities, while learning to control his newfound abilities, he made his way to the capital. There he made a name for himself in the fighting pits, catching the attention of his father. He brought him in as muscle, after a few years working with his father, a bad deal ended even worse, sending him into Crinos form in a full feral rage. Most of the crew was killed including their father. Maksim ashamed and enraged left The Motherland forever.

#art #doodle requests #drawthisinyourstyle #draw this challenge #oc help #free commissions #free art requests #my ocs #orginal character #oc roleplay #fantasy character #polar bear

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lady-djarin · 1 year

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across the galaxy

chapter x - more than death

din djarin x f!reader

warnings: anxiety, cuddles, tension, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, din being a smooth talking mf, cute fluffy ending

word count: 3,528

a/n: final chapter! thank you all so much for all the love and support from this series. i will keep writing other things as there is no guarantee i will come back to this story. thank you all! <3

Din now had you wrapped in his arms on the floor of his ship and he felt more alive than ever. The circumstances of how you got there was a little complicated but he was loving it non the less. He wanted so badly for every night to end like this but didnt know how to say it or what you might want. You both eventually fell asleep in each other arms with no lights but the soft glow of the buttons on the walls, his hands drawing shapes up and down your skin.

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Searing pain sprung across your back as the sound of electricity crackled through the air. You screamed as loud as your burning lungs would allow. “All you have to do is tell me where the base is, and this agony can stop.”

You looked into the eyes of a young man, completely void of feeling. You figured he was someone important due to the badges on his jacket and very ugly hat. Your breathing was shallow and painful as you held his stare. “Fuck...you.” He looked up from you and nodded at the man holding the charged whip. You closed your eyes and braced for the impact that cracked against your spine. The noise that came out of your throat was something that could shake the earth.

“You will NEVER find them.” You sneered up at the man in front of you. Before the tears cleared from your eyes, another stinging blow hit your skin.

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You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, Din clutching you against his chest. Your brain barely managed to register that you were awake. It’s like you could still feel the pain spreading across your now healed scars.

“Mesh’la, hey, hey you're ok.” He clutched you as close as humanly possible on the floor of your tiny home together. You stopped screaming but your breath was still as fast as before. Din knew nightmares, he knew them well. He had his fair share due to his troubled past. He knew he just needed to help you ride it out and calm you down while being there to support you. He had sometimes heard you wake up from nightmares down in the hull, but never mentioned it, knowing that it wasn't his place, even though he wanted nothing more than to comfort you through it.

As soon as you became aware of your surroundings you squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from Din while holding your own chest. The ship was dark, so there was no danger of seeing his face but you didn't want to risk anything. You were also realizing that he just saw the worst of you. You felt like a live wire, exposed and raw for him to see. So much had happened in the last few weeks with him and your brain wasn't done processing. Without saying a word you got up and felt your way to the fresher room.

You sat on the cold metal toilet cover and the feeling stung the back of your thighs, but you welcomed it. Pressing the heel of your palm into your eyes, you couldn't help but feel embarrassment creep up the back of your neck. You sat there trying to remember you were not dreaming anymore and also that you had just woken up in Din’s arms.

Your anxious thoughts were cut short by a small knock on the door. “Are you ok ad’ika?”

“Yea… sort of, just give me a minute.” You decided to take a cold shower to try and slow your heart rate and wash the layer of sweat away. You wrapped a towel around yourself and pressed the button to open the door to find the bounty hunter standing a few feet in front of you holding your bag of clothes. He was in his regular clothes that went under the beskar and just his helmet. The familiar visor made your heart drop, a reminder that you would never see his face. He handed you the small duffle bag.

“Sorry, I just wanted to put this in front of the door for you.” His body language told you that he was feeling awkward and out of place, in his own ship.

You clutched the towel to your chest, now feeling self aware that you were in nothing but a towel, even though he had seen much more before. “Thanks Mando.” You took the bag from him but before you pulled away he grabbed that wrist and pulled your attention up to where his eyes would be.

“You can still call me Din, sweetheart. Just not in public.”

“Oh… ok, of course, thank you, Din.” With the use of his real name, he leaned his body closer to yours. The hand on your wrist moved up to your cheek and you practically moaned at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin.

“How are you feeling ad’ika?” You were going to answer but decided to ask the question that had been bugging you for a while.

“Din, what does that mean?” His helmet tilted to the right, as if he was studying your face.

“‘Ad’ika’? Um… it’s Mando’a. It means ‘little one.’”

A sheepish smile cracked at your lips knowing that he was calling you that long before your night together. “Look, Din, thank you for that night, and I'm sorry I had to ask that of you.” You pushed past him to go into the living quarters of the ship. While digging through the bag of clothes you felt Din walk up behind you, not touching you but just closing the distance. He ghosted his hand over the smooth exposed skin on your arm and pressed his chest against your back.

Pressing the helmet to the side of your face, he whispered in your ear, “Don’t be sorry, mesh’la, I don't regret a thing, I hope you don't either.��

You turned your face to press against the cool beskar and sighed as his words sunk in. “No, I don't regret it, I ju-just…” You were now fully resting your head against him, the cold metal killing the flame lingering on your skin. “I don't know Din, I just feel bad, that is not how I pictured it happening, if it was going to happen at all…” you trailed off as you turned away to grab your clothes.

“Wait, pictured it?” Din was stone still, not moving a muscle waiting for your response.

You realized what you said, you two had not spoken about it since that night.

“Well, yea…didn't you?” You felt the blush creep up your exposed neck. You honestly thought it was obvious you had dreamed of that night before, maybe he didn't think it was that obvious…

You both turned fully towards each other now, you looking into that black visor, searching for his eyes. The eyes that were locked on to yours and never wanted to look away.

“Sweet girl, I thought about you every waking moment, since the day I met you in that stupid cantina.” His rough hand came up to your cheek and the warmth of it made your heart flutter. You looked up at him through your lashes, wishing you could see his eyes. You both felt that need, wanting to be with each other without barriers. You would always respect Din’s creed, would never ask him to remove his helmet or do anything he wasn't comfortable with, but you desperately missed the feeling of his lips on your skin, anywhere on your skin.

“We still have a few more hours to go until we get to the next quarry location.” You smiled at the implication, knowing where his mind was headed. “Go lay down and I'll check on the kid.”

So you did just that, lying in the mostly dark hull, now naked under the blankets with your heart pounding in your chest. You were nervous, sure, but you were almost giddy at the thought of the bounty hunter touching you again. The thought alone was making you hot with arousal and the muscles between your legs flutter. You heard the large man moving through the hull stowing everything away and making sure the baby was asleep. His deep voice crackled through the helmet as he spoke to Grogu.

“Don’t worry little one, we'll be there soon.” Somehow seeing Din be in such a paternal roll made you want him even more. You had always thought about kids but you wanted the right person to come along.

Could Din be that person?

You were laying there in thought when that deep voice broke you out of your haze.

“Well this looks familiar…” you jumped slightly, confused by his meaning you cocked your head at him. When he did the same, it struck you. That night in the hull, when he made you touch yourself in front of him. You smirked in response, that night now a fond memory. Without another word you slipped your hand under the blanket like before, moving your hands over your soft skin, hidden from Din’s eyes. He shifted from one foot to the other, watching your every move as your movement began to become more desperate. Your fingers made their way to your slick folds as you arched your back and let out a small moan. A grunt from the tall man pulled your attention back to him. You locked your gaze on him as you kept moving your fingers in circles around your clit, spreading your slick on yourself. The sounds coming from you now were causing Din’s pants to tighten and he had to stop himself from undoing his pants then and there. That was becoming increasingly hard when you moved your other hand up to your chest to knead at your breasts, the supple flesh on display now above the blankets. His breath caught in his throat and it took everything in him not to fall to his knees for you. He simply watched as you continued to touch yourself and praise yourself with moans and heavy breaths. He was as stoic as always, he looked like an unfeeling droid on the outside but on the inside, you were melting his heart. He knew right then, seeing you in all your glowing glory, he could never love another.

“Mhmm, Din…”

That got him moving. He took a few small steps towards you, stuck in the trance you put him in. As he moved closer to you, you looked at him through hooded lids, now fully lost to the lust. He was standing almost right on top of you, looking down at you behind that dark helmet. His hard length was right there, making your mouth water with anticipation. You were tired of waiting for him to make his move so you took matters into your own hands. You got yourself down on your knees, hands flying to the button on his pants, your breath now heavy in your chest. You both worked at his zipper until he was free, he grabbed your face as you grabbed his hips.

“Sweet girl, you look so beautiful like this,” his thumb slid across your cheek until it came to your plush lips. You opened on instinct for him, licking the tip of his finger, he pushed past your lips and moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth. You slid your tongue across his digit then hallowed your cheeks to suck along the length of it. It felt so good to finally submit to this man who had been plaguing your thoughts ever since that one night. He was all you could think about and finally, there you were on your knees for him, doing as he pleased. You felt your way up his thighs until your hands finally reached the base of his cock. A low grunt left his chest when you started to lightly stroke your hand over him, never giving what he truly wanted. You moved your mouth over to his weeping tip, opening your mouth to take him in only to pull away at the last second and smile up at him like you did nothing wrong.

“You're such a brat, you know that?”

All you could do was smile as he dug his hand into your hair and yanked your mouth onto his dick. The sudden intrusion made you gag slightly before slowly starting to work your lips over him. As you pushed your head forward, his tip hit the back of your throat and Din almost whimpered.

Whimpered.

You couldn't believe it and you tried to tilt your back back as much as possible. You looked up to find the underside of his neck exposed due to his head being thrown back. The sight before you was glorious, the big bad Mandalorian was at your mercy as much as you were at his. Your pussy flooded at the sight, his muscles contracted as you snaked your tongue around him. You could feel every vein and twitch in the warm cavern of your mouth and the sudden taste of precum made you moan. The vibration was enough to made Din’s breathing stop,

“Oh fuck, baby–” His voice sounded like honey, thick and sweet. “You– you have to stop.” You pulled away and could see the pained pleasure in his body language. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

You took that as a que to tease him even further by lightly flicking your tongue against his reddining tip. He looked down at you and chuckled. That's when you knew you were in trouble. Din’s once gentle touch turned volatile against your neck, pulling you up to his height. The fact that you were completely naked against all his clothing was very apparent now, it even made your nipples harden. He backed you up until your ass connected with a small shelf on the wall of the hull. He held you there for a moment until he spun you around, you had to slam your hands on the surface so you didn't fall into it face first. This is when you started to realize that teasing him probably was a mistake on your part, the threat of punishment did excite you though. There was nothing but silence from the man behind you until the loud crack of his hand connecting with your ass broke it. A gasp escaped your lungs as your body jolted forward from the force before you arched back at him.

“You like that? Hmm?” You were almost too embarrassed to answer. Another hit landed on your sore cheek. “Use your words…”

“Ye-yes,” you moaned.

His fingers slid towards your dripping center, swiping through them you could hear the mess you were making. Your mind spun at the perfect feeling of his fingers working you open, preparing you for himself. He knew just how to touch you so that he never gave you what you needed, his light touches made your center drip. His long digits worked their way into your hole and you could feel yourself practically sucking him in. your body had an innate desire to have him.

Your legs shook as he worked his fingers into the spongy spot inside you. The arousal was flooding your veins, taking you over like nothing ever before. Every touch you felt from him made you want more, nothing was ever enough.

“Turn the lights off.”

He was surprised at your tone. It was hungry and harsh, unlike anything he had seen from you. He quickly did as you asked as you sat on the edge of the cot. When the ship was as dark as hyperspace, he came back to you, running his hands over your skin and you desperately needed to feel every inch of him on you. Your hands slid up his form until you reached his neck.

“Can I?”

A soft nod was all you needed to lift the heavy metal off his head, along with his clothes. Although you couldn't see his features, you felt like you could map out his face with touch and lips alone. You crashed into each other like two stars colliding, it was explosive and life altering. The feeling of his body on yours spurred you on further, you grabbed his waist and pulled him down onto you. He licked his way down your body until he reached your center again. His nimble fingers circled your throbbing clit, making your skin light on fire. Your back arched off the cot and he curled his fingers into you further. The coil was tightening in your abdomen, making your muscles melt with pleasure.

The large man crawled up the cot, his dark silhouette looming over you, he finally lowered himself to let his lips meet yours. You widen your legs for your hips to meet and he rocked himself against you, the movement causing a moan to slip from both of you. The frantic feeling fleeted once he lined himself up against you, his head moving up to look at you. His true voice was like a bucket of cold water.

“Are you sure?”

You paused. People rarely made sure you were ok. It made you love him even more.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He sank into you inch by inch and you swear you felt his heart skip a beat. It felt like the whole galaxy stopped moving. He made you feel like you were all that matters to him, and maybe you were but you thought he would never say it, being a man of few words. But you did feel it, you felt like you were the only thing that mattered. He rocked against you and inside you and the feeling made your heart swell, you couldn't hold back the words from falling from your mouth.

“I love you…”

You both paused.

Utter shock and a little fear ran your blood cold. You prayed to the Maker that he would say something, anything, but he was silent for a long moment.

Finally…

He kissed you hard, hard enough you thought your lips would bruise. It told you everything you needed to know, he loved you and he always did. He told you anyway.

“I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy,” as he spoke he peppered your neck with kisses, all while still moving inside you. “more than death,” kiss, “more than life,” kiss, “more than…” then he paused all movement.

Confused, you touched his cheek, dragging his attention to you.

“What's wrong?”

Without answering, he shifted up slightly and you couldn't tell what he was doing until suddenly you heard a small click, and your vision was flooded with warm faint light. You blinked against the sudden surprise then shut your eyes when you remembered.

“Din! What are you doing?” You covered your eyes with your hand.

“Mesh’la, please, look at me. I want you to see me.” You ever so slowly moved your hand away from your eyes. You were still visibly cautious about opening your eyes and Din could tell. He touched your cheek to pull you back to him. “It’s ok, please, open your eyes.”

So you did. The first thing you saw were warm chocolate brown eyes locked onto yours. They took your breath away, they represented everything you knew this man to be; kind, strong and warm. They were framed by dark lashes and eyebrows, all with warm tan skin and plush lips. You tried to take it all in at once but you were too consumed with him to think. He started to move again and your mind went blank, the feeling of him consuming you.

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THREE YEARS LATER

You watched Din show Grogu how to light a fire, the small child giggling at his father. You sat on a log nearby, mixing your rations together for dinner. The three of you had been living like normal ever since you and the hunter confessed your feelings to each other. You decided to have a small ceremony on a remote planet about two years ago, binding you two as one. You were a family now, making your way across the galaxy together and growing fast.

Din came over to you while the kid played with frogs, settling next to you. When you three were alone, it became more common for him to have his helmet off. Every time you saw him, his rugged handsomeness shocked you, even now, three years later and he still surprised you.

“How are you feeling love?” he rubbed your swollen belly. Children were always an idea for you but never thought you'd find anyone you trust to have that life with. Now you can, this brave strong man that has always had your back and made you feel like you were precious, he is the father of your child.

“I'm alright, just hungry as always.”

The three of you ate together under the expanse of stars on the small planet, three large moons above you. Not everything in your life is easy but with him by your side, you finally found peace.

SERIES MASTER LIST

#din dijarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin smut #fanfic #reader fanfiction #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #star wars smut

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aclairvoyant · 10 months

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tell me about your vegeta headcanons,, please!

oh of course

-trans man

-used a translator the entire time he was in the pto and had to learn galatic common when he came to earth

-4'10 and lean muscle, doesnt bulk up if he can avoid it because he likes the advantage his size gives him in a fight

-the heavy of the fighters. can take punch after punch

-helps train goten during the seven year gap

-he and chichi become very close friends during the seven years

-fell for goku right after meeting him and didnt realize it until during namek

-got top surgery when he was ~17, not because of dysphoria but because of how others viewed him

-saiyans have no concept of a gender or sex binary so vegeta didnt experience transphobia until he was in the pto

-top surgery didnt go well and left him with bad scars from it

-he did not want kids but reluctantly agreed to ivf with bulma. her attitude during her pregnancy is what made him leave

-im not sure this is like. counts as a headcanon? but i draw vegeta as indian

-freeza did a lot of horrifically unethical expirements on the saiyans to "study" the race but yk. just advanced torture methods

-was freezas personal lapdog throughout his teens/early 20s

-has severe ptsd and does not like to acknowledge it

-bulma put his ass on medication. it helps

-wishes for his tail back after namek. sorry hes gettin it back i refuse to leave it off him

-down so unbelievably bad for ssj goku. and just goku in general

theres more so much more but ill restrain myself for the time being

#dragon ball #dbz #vegeta #personal

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myrfing · 11 months

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OK pandaemonium thoughts

random guy who eats. me too

not new but I love how all the souls have different colors in the aitiascope. rainbow stars

i liked how they had a whole frankingstein's monster thing going on with p10 pandaemonium. i think that's a fun thing to draw a parallel with re: ancients and their creations

i like themis and erich a lot. they're both children who long to be needed. themis has the gift of being something of a prodigy while erich was made to fail but they still found it in them to stand together cus they're just people in the end. how crazy it is to see where that privilege then takes elidibus in the future vs erich

i didnt realize it would hit in some weird way to see lahabrea see like...the reincarnation of his son living a very happy and fulfilled life as a mortal shard. so many complicated emotions in one quiet pause. knowing that you would have made the same choices that mirror athena's, knowing you spent this whole time casting judgement upon her, binding her, going back and forth on her, but seeing that in the future you'd take the same path. people born in one time leaving their scars upon people who don't fit in the mold like erich and then coming to terms that The Times have changed anyways. things you only made peace with in knowing it's been long over

athena's thing kind of makes me think they were expecting players to resonate more with endwalker's whole thing of you are not a tool and you are worthy of living even if imperfect based on past responses to the concept of the WoL. i think the raids straightforwardly reiterating so much of this is neat

it makes me so ough that erich's last words to athena were "and who made me that way?" but at the same time knowing he got sundered and some piece of his soul gets to live again in a world where he is allowed to be curious and silly and full of life...THE FACT HE WISHED TO MEET US AGAIN...what we know and what we don't know.........

hegemone gay as helllll. kind of ehh about how things went for her where she's like yes im sorry master lahabrea now

yeah #duty will never set you wrong

I GOT SOME OF MY AURACITE ANSWERS YAYY AND IT OPENED MORE QUESTIONS YAYY

interesting to know that ultima the high seraph isnt related to altima then?

athena seems like such an anomaly. what her existence and imprisonment says about the ancients is interesting but what we get of her is mostly through the lens of lahabrea and her evil i want to be god moment

weirdly soft epilogue with elidibus. I guess that's what people wanted to hear, that he doesn't hate us and finds worth in what bit of life he did get to live, but I kind of dont like how its so wol-centric? i still feel like we don't know who themis is exactly LMFAO and neither does he until he gets mulched. of course he's always had a natural curiosity and link to the wol but i just kind of ??? when was it about enjoying your time with me

OVERALLLLL i enjoyed pandermonium it was fun. the highlight really was erich and uncovering the thread of his existence was so satisfying and strange. reaching for yourself throughout all space and time. and i keep my opinion of themis as...i mean he even himself says it he doesnt know the elidibus of the future and can't speak for him. it was VERY enjoyable seeing the bits and pieces of him though

4pits

#6.4 spoilers #ffxiv

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shaampoo · 6 months

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Another OC, Darian Knight, guess what side he's on XP (Ah Jeez, now I'm hyperfixing on my OC's,) (Also i still cant draw hands :,])

"You really shouldnt judge a book by its cover. I mean sure, I'm wearing all dark clothing, and I'm also smoking on the rooftop...and look like I haven't slept in weeks, and im also cold and indifferent to you all and sometimes mean, and i have a scar that i never told you guys how i got...

but i am not a villain"

"You're not being very convincing,"

"Oh shut up."

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Meet Darian Knight / Eclipse! He's a hero, but the other heroes think he's a villain in disguise, and that one day he would betray them (Can you blame them lol)

His powers are shadow manipulation, think uhh, Nightmare from the Undertale AU and then make it so that he can do it from walls and floors and that's basically his powers (as if the heroes didnt have enough reason to think he's a villain)

I dont think this is his final hero design, i just feels like it lacks something, but idk what it is, maybe its fingers. Also, he wears big boots

Does he actually work for the villains? No, he doesn't really fancy villainy (then again, i am capable of lying).

Hes about 26, but he looks older due to some stuff like stress and his partner (in a hero sense, Darian's a sidekick [cause the heroes are too wary to leave him alone so they gave him a partner]), since his partner has like sun powers (glowing, healing, whatever the sun does), it kinda ages his skin (i heard the sun does that, idk though), Darian jokes that his partner makes him 10 times older from the shit he pulls

Darian was kinda pale since he didnt get out much, either from his house or his room, but he started to have a bit of a tan due to his hero job needing him outside, and his partner being like the sun. His partners name is Solar Flare btw (Or Daniel Blaze as his civilian name)

Darian doesnt really care about dying and stuff, not in a Dr. Wilde kinda way where he doesn't even register that he might be in danger, but more in a "If it happens, it happens" kind of way, so he's a pretty dangerous enemy, since even if your actively shooting him, he'll just run straight at you, that is, if Solar Flare doesn't stop him, which Solar Flare does, so Darian is still alive. This is also one of the reasons Darian smokes, he doesn't care about the consequences, Solar Flare does get him to stop (temporarily), and once, Darian was smoking inside and SF started coughing, and Darian immediately stopped smoking and opened a window for SF

No, Darian and Solar Flare are not dating, Darian did have a crush on him for a while, since SF was the only one who didn't suspect him of being a villain, and treated Darian with kindness, but then Darian realized that he just liked SF as a friend

Darian, despite acting cold and indifferent, still cares about people at some degree, in his own way

Like once, Darian was smoking inside the base, and a hero approached him and told Darian that their mom died of lung cancer, and asked Darian if he could take him smoking elsewhere cause the hero didn't like the smell or sight of someone smoking, and considered the base a safe place, and didn't want to smell tabacco , and Darian understood and only smoked on the rooftop since then, though, when other heroes asked why he smokes there now he would claim he likes the view.

He acts cold and indifferent cause he doesn't want to get close to anyone and get hurt, it happened before after all, whose to say it wont happen again? Though, there are people who are exceptions, like his brother Lumi, his partner, Solar Flare, his mom, Jen, and his dad Mark (he's like, a slight exception, Darian still acts cold towards him occasionally, but he also doesn't at times, depends on Darian really)

Hes a good cook, mostly cause he used to spend a lot of time making comfort food for himself (And now he sometimes makes comfort food for the other heroes! [though, some of them think he might've poisoned it]) and some because he and his mom had bonding time by cooking

THIS BITCH TOOK ME 4 HOURS TO DRAW. BY MOUSE. ON PIXIL ART. AND I WANTED TO MAKE AN ANIMATION OF THE SMOKE, AND THE LITTLE SHIT DECIDED TO CHANGE COLORS. AND CHANGE THE WORLD.

it looks cool tho ngl, dunno why he decided to suddenly change colors tho. Still cant draw hands unfortunately.

Why does every man i draw look like a woman, I'm not mad, just really confused, like Darian looks like if i genderbent Simon Petrikov from adventure time and gave him even more of a crisis. Maybe its the hair, personally i have never seen a man with that hair that majestic, or maybe its the body throwing me off, idk. Like, i asked my little brother to guess their gender and he said he thought it was a woman. He looks like if i turned PB from adventure time emo or something. Yeah i think its the hair

Darian once succesfully infiltrated the villains lair cause the villains thought he was one of them, after the incident though the villains now have posters of Darian with the text "LOOK OUT, THIS GUY IS NOT A VILLAIN," Darian still managed to infiltrate the place a couple of times though

Villains had tried to pursuade Darian to the dark side, thinking it was easy. "I mean like this guys practically a villain, how hard could it be?"

Darian proceeded to blow smoke on their face. And if the villains got a little too close, Darian would burn them with the butt of his cigarette.

Darian goes by He/Him if you were wondering, though She/Her and They/Them doesn't bother him much

Darian also doesnt condone smoking for young ones, if teen heroes or any younger heroes try and ask him for a cigarette Darian wouldn't let them have one. He also stops smoking around them.

Darian has an aversion to touch, there are people who are exceptions though, like Lumi, Solar Flare, and his mom, and sometimes people who need comfort (he's been there before and knows how important it is ) if the person needing comfort is comfortable with it

Darian resembles his dad more, kinda one of the reasons he doesn't like himself (i wouldn't say hate himself, cause i feel like that would be a exaggeration of how Darian feels about himself, but yeah. I mean like at times he feels like that,)

His boots has heelies, hes 5'8 with boots and 5'4 without them.

If he had a say in what super powers he could get, it would probably be shapeshifting or teleportation

If he had shapeshifting, he would probably end up like Jinx, but just as a hero, and he wouldn't look like his dad.

also, i think im a little too something something to my OC's, ah, the word is obsessed. Im a little to obsessed with my OC's

#OC #OC art #my ocs #Darian Knight (OC)#Shae's OC

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smilebug · 1 year

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Hiiii I love the way you draw hands,, they’re always so.. gentle =w= anyway do you have thoughts about the PAMA arc ? And that whole situation and how it effected Jesse and Lukas’ relationship. You’re the number 1 jesselukas understandee to me and I’m replaying lol

afnjgbkl thank you!

and oh boy do i have thoughts about it. so honored someone enjoys my interpretations of these two so much. yeah so i love the pama arc to death just because of how emotionally exhausting and traumatizing it is for both jesse and lukas!! <3

just saying that the pama arc allows for so much angst potential just because like... can you fucking imagine how horrifying it must be to be jesse in that situation, watching your friends in pain and agony as theyre getting chipped by some godlike machine, potentially physically and mentally scarring them forever, and you're next? yeah, so i think that part fucks a lot with jesse. witnessing his friends become these zombie-like vessels that are basically just used as bodies for pama, not the same people that jesse originally became friends with. just, poof. all traces of personality gone. and now theres a literal chip implanted into the back of their heads? holy shit dude

not only that, but when jesse actually has to fight lukas to save him... realizing lukas is actually a lot stronger than he expected, and hearing this distorted, robotic voice emit from him? reminding him about all of his past "failures" and "mistakes" that he regrets, that burden him every night? shit that he gets nightmares over? while coming out of lukas's mouth, of all people, and those demonic red eyes as he's coming to literally kill him? that and just the way it leaves lukas with such a headache, remembering what it felt like to have pama control his body... dear god. i love this game so much but i just wish they didnt make light of all this lowkey horrific shit they did to their characters LMAO i mean really imagine how terrifying it must feel to not only have no control over your own body, but to also be actively controlled by this hivemind computer and still having some level of consciousness to remember it all happening

sorry for the rant haha i just love this arc so much and it just. grahh so much potential !!!

#i could literally talk about this shit all day #not to mention that they....have feelings for each other........#which makes that whole experience all the more painful and haunting :')#gay block people am i right #jordan honk #ask

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autisticiyami · 4 months

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crazy? i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room filled with rats. th

LISTEN TO MY AUTISM-INDUCED HEADCANONS BOY. i think about him a criminal amount i have his entire life planned out to fit with that ososan repainted idea i never did anything with that goes along with 80skun. do u see the vision. no? well ill show u. welcom to my freaking twisted evil mind. rant incoming.

also im gona be hopefully updating this semi-frequently as i draw more stuff and actually feel like explaining stuff. this post will be my Iyami Autism Diary now.

i dont have specific sources on any of these rn bc im writing this on my computer and also bc its probably something i saw once and didnt bother to save or anthing so. bear with me here.

-baby iyami. loveless child. born by a mother who always knew she would be better off without him and sharing the sibling moniker with an unironic sociopath older brother. emotionally neglected and naturally socially inept due to autism, along with like.. looking like that. you know he was torn to shred by everyone. japanese kids are RUTHLESS his entire elementary/middle school experience was getting his face dragged across the concrete and his lunch money stolen. i imagine he starts to become rlly jaded and outwardly mean as a defense mechanism in like 2nd/3rd grade, finally realizing that this shit isnt all sunshines and rainbows lil bro and that no one likes him. he went to school with both honkan and kaoru, honkan he would always get into scuffles with but kaoru was like the only kid that ever genuinely attempted to be nice to iyami. read: attempted. because iyami has bpd at the ripe age of 7 and a half and screams at him whenever hes around for no reason other than that hes really scared of him being a genuinely kind person. hes a fucked up kid in a fucked up situation surrounded by nothing but apathy and misunderstanding of how he works and thinks and wants. the scar on his face comes from an incident with his older brother who i imagine got so mad at him one time that he chased iyami around with a knife threatening to slit his throat open. luckily (or probably more unluckily) he just sliced the side of his face open. that was the first and last time that iyamis mother actually worried for him. and by "worried" i mean get mad at both of them for fucking around like that and then not taking iyami to get stitches because "he'd be fine."

-iyami's highschool experience is. slightly less horrific. mostly because hes kinda just accepted that everyone in the whole world hates him and at some point realized he should just live out of spite to piss everyone else off. he never really had any career dreams mostly since the only career he realistically could have was wage slave in the city, which would be like sending him to death row for him. due to his autism and prolonged abuse from all sides, hes become kind of an expert at knowing how people work, though he doesnt necessarily understand any of it. he realizes that he would much rather be a backpeddler on the streets than a corporate slave, so when hes kicked out at like 16/17 for being literally just a curseon his mother at that point hes right out there trying to charm his way into any way to make money. first couple years were difficult, i imagine he just. didnt finish highschool due to being homeless immediately. he always had a kickass sense of style though, and maybe bc he was younger he managed to pull off charm much more successfully. honestly i dont have too many any specific ideas ab this era sowwy... bc it kinda just exists as "the part before chibita" which speaking of

-his twenties and thirties is spent like the exact same way. like the autism is strong in this one hes very content with just being the worst. but thats only because he literally sees no other way for him to live because its all hes been offered to do by life. quite fucked up! but that leaves him with a great optimism and positive "nothing in life matters!!!!" attitude. i actuallyyyyy dont know exactly how to span this next part.... but i was thinking that he met chibita when the kid was around 6 and iyami was 30. iyami just kind of... adopts him? as a weird sort of nephew. but at the same time iyami is in a perpetual state of childishness so sometimes chibita is like the parent/uncle to iyami. theyre so strange. but speaking of iyamis childishness Yeah theres some side effects of prolonged neglect and trauma since first memory surprisingly!! iyami kind of aged backwards, having to mature early to try and protect himself and keep some level of sanity, he was never really treated like a kid especially not by mother and brother or even other kids. now that he's an actual adult his brain has sort of flipped over, now stuck in a weird area of feigning immaturity in every situation that isnt immediately "life-threatening" in his eyes. all that to say that iyami is agere and is basically regressed somewhat at all times and it just varies depending on the situation.

but yeah this era. a couple years after meeting chibita he ships himself off to the city suddenly hoping to be able to make something happen there Kind of an early mid-life crisis moment. and boy it is not great! this part is where i dump the rest of trauma on him but you dont get to hear that. something something tougou's crime ring. after like a bit under a year he ends up coming back and... HOLY FUCK IS THAT A REFERENCE TO THE FIRST EPISODE OF OSOMATSU-KUN 1988??? you bet your sorry ass it is. im literally so smart they shouldve hired me to make ososan dude.

-osokun '88 era happens ig?? his old situationship behated kaoru is a cop now apparently and he's stationed right in iyami territory. quite awkward! kaoru doesnt particularly like him 1 because like. cop/criminal dichotomy first of all. 2 because iyami was a cunt to him and honkan for seemingly no reason their entire childhood and 3 iyami seems to have a really weird complex of being mean and hating kaoru currently but also obviously going out of his way to get in kaoru's way. quite immature! i explained why that is though. kaoru in his infinite sweetnes though eventually just kinda feels bad for the dude because its kinda just pathetic at this point and also because he DOES know that iyami is actually a super cute sweet guy because there was one (1) time where as a kid iyami let his guard down around kaoru and played with him at his house after school just to be completely ripped to shreds literally and figuaratively by his classmates the next day when kaoru was acting super friendly with him and iyami just kinda blamed him for it for like 20 years. VERY pathetic! but he was like 9 dude. kaoru understands this and kinda just... lets iyami wreak havoc more than he would other people partly bc he still thinks hes pretty silly.

i have a whole big episode idea of the two getting together and probably hundreds of headcanons and ideas about the two together but tbh?? im gonna spare you and keep it as paraphrased as i can manage for both of our sanities. but watch me go back and edit this post or make a new one just infodumping ab everything about them.

but like yeah ig events happen. hey do u remember iyami's "daughter" who is actually his niece because there is no fucking way in any reality that this guy has procreated?? well she comes in sometime around here becasue her father (still an untreated aspd) kind of doesnt give a shit and neither does her whore mother and they choose to dump their kid off with uncle iyami for the summers now. yay!! i also have a lot of headcanons and stuff ab her (her name is hiyori btw) but thats for another post.

iyami's family turns into basically him, his husband, and his two (sometimes three) (some not actually legit) (and one is gone when it isnt the summer) neicephews. isnt that awsome??? i cry and scream and throw up just thinking about it. sometimes iyami is the nephew but thats awesome. sometimes a family can be some gay man and an orphan that is his husband's nephew and his husband's actual niece, his husband's lesbian best friend that is basically an aunt at this point, and his husband who is sometimes also his nephew/child because of cptsd and they are all autistic. truly beautiful stuff.

and yeah thats. that. like i said i'll be updating this with better explanations of stuff and hopefully actual art But this works for now!!!! no one wanted this but the world got it anyway. you can thank me later.

#my art #osomatsu kun #osomatsu kun 1989 #iyami #kaoiya #this might be my worst post yet #my headcanons #long post #like so long #lore dump #ig??#i dont actually care if anyone sees this btw #like i said its my diary now so idgaf!!

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I DIDNT SEE THE OC ASK POST ORZ

for ezekial and luther 1,2,28 .... and ykw fuck it 11

Do they have any motifs?

Luther has 2 kinda. One was a little intentional the other just kinda came as a bonus. His main one is like, angelic imagery. That’s mostly from one of the first scenes of the story I came up with, where Ezekial is first brought to see Luther, who’s standing above him with light shining from behind him, and that with his hair kind of creates a halo kind of look and Ezekial remarks to himself that he looks like an angel. And yk, that whole like, white/light blue being angelic/pure idea with his color palette also kinda reflects that, which is both reflective and subversive to his character. Reflective in that it shows how he likes to be extremely clean and put together, but subverts how he’s involved with very dark things. His other motif only just occurred to me, that being space/moons. His planet and moon earrings weren’t really meant to be anything more than a cool design choice, but I realized that a lot of scenes I’ve pictured where he’s more vulnerable and open are at night and/or under the moonlight, so that motif has become a bit important to his character. You could also definitely draw some sun and moon imagery with him and Ezekial from that.

Ezekial doesn’t really have concrete motifs in the same way Luther does. There’s a couple reoccurring ideas that surround him, like scarring, loneliness, and loyalty, but I haven’t really given him strong specific motifs. I guess the main one that you could argue for that I’ve been thinking about lately is kind of like, wearing over time. That applies to the story and their dynamic at large, but specifically with Ezekial, there’s a lot of focus with him having to accept that things are not the same as they once were, as well as visually, his design changes and wears with time, both with him getting more and more scars and with his clothes gradually becoming more scuffed and dirty with the more experience he has. This also juxtaposes Luther, whose design is very clean and sharp and put together.

Describe their voice. Do they have a voice claim?

I always struggle finding voice claims for my characters bc I have such a specific vision in my head that nothing feels completely right for them, but I’ll try to get as close as I can.

For Ezekial, my first thought was Aoba from the beastars dub (I think. I was specifically thinking of the “hey, legoshi already knows her name!” line and I’m pretty sure that’s aoba but idk). Looking up a couple voices, I think also a bit of Ash from fantastic mr fox, though very slightly lower for both of those. Also also a smiiiidge of mk from lmk. Just a bit. The idea for him is to have a voice that’s very smooth and nice, pretty average tbh, and usually very bright but occasionally able to slip into a darker tone. Idk though, I feel like he’s really hard to place and I don’t even know if I really like any of these all that much for him, but it’s the best I got 😭

Luther’s voice I imagine closer to the lower end but also not particularly deep, very soft and level, kind of that back of the throat kind of sound. It’s really dumb but specifically I thought of that one clip that’s like “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. IM GONNA KILL THE NEXT PERSON I SEE I SWEAR TO GOD” but JUST for him yelling. The line I was imagining him saying in that tone was “Don’t you get it!?” and it works oddly well. Otherwise, it’s kinda like a mix between lilac cookie’s eng voice and sal fisher. Another one I found specifically looking at voice claim compilations that’s random as fuck is Wesley Gibson from wanted??? no idea who that is or what that’s about but I think his voice fits really really well for Luther.

Are they a dog or a cat person?

Ezekial likes both and he wouldn’t be able to choose, though probably leans a little more to dogs.

Luther you’d think would be more of a cat person, given his everything, but he actually prefers dogs because they’re easier to train and more obedient. He doesn’t dislike cats though.

Have they ever fallen in love and with whom?

I mean, there is a LOT of longing between these two, especially on Ezekial’s end. He’s been in love Luther since they were really young but I think he didn’t really realize that for a long time. At some point it kinda registered for him but even then I don’t think he ever really said it out loud to himself. It was never really some big revelation or anything, just kind of putting a word to a feeling that’s always been there.

And I’m not gonna lie and say the feeling isn’t reciprocated, but that’s something Luther hasn’t thought about in years and still hasn’t yet to really understand himself. The mix of emotional suppression and catholic guilt made a cocktail of self denial and inability to really accept that thought when he was younger, and in the present it’s far worse and far more repressed, and he has a long way to go before anything begins to change with that.

It’s actually interesting because this is also a scene I thought of pretty recently. After their reunion, once the tension has settled past the initial Luther-being-willing-to-kick-Ezekial-across-the-floor-without-a-second-glance phase, one of the conversations they end up having is Ezekial asking Luther if he’s dated anyone since he last saw him, to which Luther respond “I don’t think you could really call it that.” He asks the same question back at Ezekial and Ezekial responds “Yeah, I don’t think those really count either.” And that surprises Luther and he give a little “Huh.” And Ezekial asks what that’s about but Luther just says it’s none of his concern (really he’s surprised because Ezekial’s always kinda been a romantic, and he’s dated a couple people before when they were younger. “And I mean, Ezekial’s an attractive guy, and he would probably be a good partner, how has he not had any good relationships since high school?” (<- clueless))

#oc #they are so stupid #falls on the floor and dies #yeah man seeing ur old best friend for the first time in years and your first thought being how angelic he looks is totally norm n not gay #ezekial and luther

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art of characters balding is based. i get clowned on for giving my wol a receding hairline so actually i love ur estinien a lot, chef's kiss. anyway just in general the point of this ask is thanks for drawing characters that look how irl people look and being normal about disabilities and everything bc ive literally seen almost nobody else make art of ppl like me.

so evil that people are mean to you about your own wol and what goes on with them let alone about something as common as losing hair. i know i was always bugged by how estiniens hair looked unnatural/didnt sit right with his face and when me and my friend talked about him having brian eno style balding it felt like everything snapped into place he looked SO much better in my head. more comfortable than with his bangs in his face.

and danke schoen anon its something ive always strived to do ever since i was a wee thing and noticed how much art seemingly stops at like. body hair and pretty scars and how rare it felt to see me and my friends in art or as ''headcanons''. i think what specifically made me realize was when i was about 14-15 and i saw someone randomly draw a character with a cleft lip and i realized that i really didnt see that trait much at all, and then i just started noticing little things about /myself/ that i never saw in art and realized i can just do that. there doesnt have to be a reason to draw a character with a short neck or hip dips or blind or with rashes. and its been helping myself really enjoy drawing and loving how i look so when others say they get any amount of enjoyment from it as well it makes me very very happy :,]

#ive also thought about papalymo balding since hes in his 40s and one day just going fuck it im tired of all this hair falling out #while im doing important work. and like sitting in the waking sands back rooms about to shave it off and yda is like #OH OH CAN I DO IT and she wants to shave her head too. so minfillia just walks in to yda shaving papalymos head #and occassionally moving away to then shave that exact spot on Her head until they both come back with like peach fuzz heads #and so much hair on the waking sands floor. but at least now papalymo doesnt find chunks of hair in his grimoire lol #anyway #hythlodaeus #ffxiv #fanart

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ummm homestuck au isnt dead until i say it is (never)

i rlly didnt want to post this but then realized i never post enough without just keeping shit in my pockets. and then i wrote a long ass infodump and now i have two (lazy asf) drawings for em

these two r eating my think pan infodump time

rainbow homestuck troll gore below

@nicosbrainrot thank u <33333

alsooo ummmm lore explaination <3333

Copying from discord because im lazy, i will try to explain things for the greater than degenerates <3 rlllly angsty shit

so the setup for these two ooooh man

for any needed contexts, Hoshi in this au is a purpleblood. Highest ranking land dweller, in a society that revels in useless unnecessary violence. Basically, he kills people below him for a living, and is like a celebrity for it too. But, even without that, purples are quite well known for murder and killing, and one look at this scarred as fuck purple with murder in his eyes you should prob run like, whoever you are-

Ikuto is a mutantblood. Lower than the lowest. Like, never show Anyone what color your blood is, you will be killed on sight.

And thats exactly what happened.

so long ago but not actually that long ago actually, these two first met <33 yippee!!

ikuto was getting Damn Assailed by some highbloods, like, these mfs saw a mutantblood and saw murder. Ikuto barely managed to escape through some woods, about on deaths door.

but he runs into hoshi like DAMNIT,, like he's already injured & bleeding so it's basically on display "Hey I'm a mutant!" so he just like accepts his death.

but hoshi sees this dying little man and goes "ooh pretty" and takes him home with them.... and because purples are about 10000000x more resilient hes just like "oh its just a little booboo" meanwhile ikuto is Going To Die.

but once hes patched up hoshi decides "actally im gonna keep him"

i cannot stress this enough their relationship in this au is at such a power imbalance. like. hoshi could gently place ikuto outside and he would be killed. this shit toxic asf.

hoshi basically keeps ikuto in his basement forever now. and its kinda? good? because like, ikuto now has permanent shelter and protection from a very powerful highblood, but also, like,,,,,, ikuto cannot leave. if he wanted to. like now he got hoshi incredibly overprotective & ikuto is kinda just stuck with him. just trapped in this guys basement forever.

but! hoshi loves him very much and spoils the fuck outta his boyfie. they will bring him! so many gifts! and ensure that this basement is the coziest place ever for him hangs out with him all the time and will never let even a whisper of harm come to him. its still fuckin risky but,, hoshi loves him. the one big thing is just like. ikuto cant leave. the kid is still just. kinda lonely :(

but relatively? even if theyre afraid, theyre happy.

but then someone hears about this cool new "sgrub" game.

And suddenly, word gets out about Hoshi, high standing purple attracting attention from three fuschias, being in a secret redrom (romantic relationship) with a mutant, and hiding him in his hive.

drones are sent to his house & havoc insues. hoshi is tryinna find and save ikuto, his massive lusus (dragon dad) is also freaking out and kinda tears the place apart even more. in this calamity ikuto is discovered by the drones while theyre trying to enter their sgurb session.

the drones are Out for ikuto. like. he is going to die. They desperately are simultaneously trying to enter their session, their only real hope of escape. Theyre slamming through trying to get through the progression quickly while fending off drones, which fortunately their server player (doesnt matter) is attentive enough to get them through.

But in the havoc, Hoshi is dead focused on trying to keep the drones off, meanwhile Ikuto prepares the actual session. In this he gets beat. Beat bad. And soon enough hoshi just. Cant even stand. Cant protect ikuto. Scared for the little guys life but literally incapacitated and about to die himself

but fortunately hoshi was just able to hold off just long enough so that Ikuto could get the two of them out of there even while hoshi is on deaths door, but once they enter the session they are Separated and neither know that the other is even Alive

all hoshi rlly knows is that he couldnt protect ikuto forever

and all ikuto knows is the dying body of hoshi behind him as they escape sure doom.

anyways, i love em like a loooot <3333

#bnha oc comeback #knha // kimi no hero academia #homestuck #homestuck oc #fantrolls #tano hoshizawa // nebuleus #farm fresh #tano in 2d #others ocs #tano hoshizawa #ikuto maekawa // cardiac

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