#pls commission me so i could do something useful with it

[rosenkranz-does-things]

some more mr and mrs Spooky studies because the lighting in the first couple seasons is just incredible and i couldn't resist

#also i have too much free time #pls commission me so i could do something useful with it #the x files #artists on tumblr #dana scully #fox mulder #gillian anderson #david duchovny #txf study

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— marry me + katsukl bakugou.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — katsuki bakugou knows two things for certain. that he loves you and that he’s not afraid of anything… so why are these two simple words so hard to say?

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, fluff, high school sweethearts, proposals, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader.

⭑ words — 2.2K.

⭑ notes — ok so this is an older commission that was clearly written for valentines day but i loved writing it and its super sweet and i think bakugou deserves some sweetness on his birthday so pls take it and enjoy!! ( thank you to @quaranweeb for letting me post!) - m.list ✩

love is weird. 

love makes you do crazy things. 

at least that’s what bakugou thinks, standing here, in the middle of a cotton candy pink shopping aisle— bombarded with obnoxious and in your face bouquets of roses and cards with love hearts or corny messages inside. there’s an entire day dedicated to the celebration of love— rolling around every year instead of being celebrated constantly throughout. he finds it weird.

but here he is, a little lost and confused in the middle of an aisle dedicated to valentine’s day looking for the perfect bunch of flowers, the perfect card, the perfect little gift for the most perfect person who has ever stepped foot into his life. 

you.

you’re something, someone, worth indulging even on this silly holiday. you’ve given katsuki more love than he could ever ask for and more than he thinks he deserves. so, of course he’d want to spoil you with his big plans today, even if they make him nervous or cause a burning bright red blush to spread across his cheeks and neck just at the thought of them. big plans on the day that couples play charades and pretend that they’re happy for the sake of social media. pretend that they’re like you and him— eternal, well and truly in love. 

katsuki bakugou used to hate valentine’s day , never believed in the commercialisation of it all— nor the kids in class squealing over who had gotten love notes or little chocolates in the shapes of hearts and cupid’s arrows. it almost embarrassed him, to have people he’d never met fawn over him and confess their affections towards the blonde. he didn’t deserve it, he had always thought. 

loving someone isn’t supposed to fix you, it’s not a tool but instead something beautiful to be shared. yet somehow, on that valentine’s day all the way back in katsuki’s third year, you’d mended him. put a bandaid on his broken heart and healed him when you confessed your admiration for him— how strong he was, how brave he was despite all that he’d been through. your speech had been heartfelt, not superficial, meaningful in the way that made the blonde feel like his soul was being seen for the first time. 

you’d taken his hands, albeit a little sweaty, under one of the winding trees outside of the U.A dorms and said. ‘i like you, katsuki, even if you don’t feel the same— or can’t say it back. i want you to know that i like you.’ there was no pressure in your voice or whiny insistence like the other’s who had been in your position…even back then katsuki had known you would love him for the rest of your life if given the chance. and he had known it too, murmuring his mutual feelings back to you under the grumbles that sat heavy on his tongue.

from there, he’d opened up a little more— accepted kisses from your sweet lips without flinching away again and craved the type of hugs where you buried your face into his chest because the scent of him comforted you. you embraced the cold together, passionate embers of your young romance keeping you warm for years to come, and now the chilly month of february has become his own solace. it holds his happiest memories, most of them pertaining to you.

but even after many years down the line with handfuls of valentines days underneath katsuki’s belt— he still stands in the middle of the cotton candy themed aisle, a diamond ring burning a hole in his pocket as he freaks out. he’s on the verge of tearing his hair out, deliberating on which flowers you might like the most for today. this day. the one that could determine the course of your lives together.

bakugou needed this day to be absolutely flawless. he’d ordered cheeses straight from italy and fruits from some of the highest rated farmers’ markets in japan just to make sure his girl got the best of the best. he’d even called up your mother from your hometown, asking her for the recipe to that strawberry shortcake you could never stop raving about. the cake that reminded you of summers back home before the chaos of high school and your pro hero career alongside the booming dynamight. 

‘you’re good to her, katsuki,’ your mother had praised him over the telephone line just hours prior, the blonde could practically hear her faint smile. ‘please, keep her happy. look after my little girl.’

it’s only after he remembers those words, that katsuki decides on a beautiful arrangement of calla lilies, tulips and peonies— the symbols of romance, a declaration of his love to you. 

nothing in this life is promised, but the blonde swears he’ll do his best to look after you just like your mother had asked. 

for as long as you both shall live.

“suki,” you breathe, hand on your beating heart, looking up at your boyfriend fondly. “what’s all this?” 

the minute you’d stepped in from work, dropped your duffel bag and locked the door behind you— scarred, rough yet tender hands had guided you deeper into your shared apartment only to arrive at a candlelit dinner set up in the centre of your tiny living room. bakugou rubs soothing circles into your bare arms, traces his infield and the shape of a heart around them before he speaks— his chest warm against your back while he towers over you. 

“made dinner,” he rasps against the shell of your ear, kissing just under it with the ghost of his lips. 

you turn your head then— away from the flickering candle wax flames and up into the heat of his vermillion eyes. a blistering shade of red like the colour of romance. “i can see that, suki,” you tease with a coy smile, as if you’ve already found him out. “you usually do. but this is…it’s just… it’s pretty. is there some sort of special occasion?” you’re right, he may have gone overboard. 

your special selection of flowers sits at the centrepiece of the table draped in a linen tablecloth, pink wax candles and the finest silverware accent the set up and of course— your favourite slow song plays in the background, it’s mellow tune vibrating in the air around you as you sway with your boyfriend under the warm yellow light. 

the way you stare up at him knowingly has the big bad hero in a shambles. you’ve always been able to get him like this— flustered and shy, shades of rose blossoming on his cheeks like that of a spring bloom. katsuki grumbles with faux annoyance, pinching your side harmlessly. “i just wanted to look after you, spoil you a little since you always take good care of me.”

your all-knowing expression shifts to one of adoration, the creases in your features softening as they’re masked with love for your blonde boyfriend. “oh, suki!” comes your swooning sigh before you stand on your tiptoes and do your best to reach up so you can plant a smooch on his cheek. bakugou grants you some mercy, bending down so you can reach him— long, curly lashes fluttering against his sun-spotted cheeks at your silent ‘i love you.’ 

he still can’t get over that, how much you love him— how you make sure to let him know that you do, in every single way possible. big or small.

“you wanna eat with me or not, princess?” he asks shyly, bristling with happiness when you kiss him again to show your agreement. 

the explosive pro hero is quick to take the rest of your things and have you seated, falling to his knees to undo your work shoes as he places loving kisses from your ankle up to your hand— more specifically, your ring finger. bakugou knows that you’re staring at him while he dishes up your three course meals. you’ve told him before, you loved to watch him cook— it’s the way his arms move and his lips twist into a concentrated pout and his gaze stays honed in on every movement of his knife against the chopping board. 

you’ve told him you admire him. you’ve praised him for every dinner he’s ever put in front of you— tonight is no different. over the orange-yellow hue of the candles, content lights up your pretty face with each mouthful you take of each course. your face twitches with excitement, doing a little jiggle of happiness when bakugou serves you up another plate— playing footsies with your boyfriend under the table all at the same time. when he sets the strawberry shortcake in front of you, you practically shiver with delight and latch onto katsuki’s hand to give it a squeeze. another silent i love you. even as you babble on about your day, your load of interns straight from U.A and how you’d had to clean up their messes. 

and even though you vent between bites of food, bakugou having to wipe the corner of your mouth with a gentle swipe of his thumb— there’s nothing but a motherly smile on your lips and a caring tone laced into your voice while you talk about them. you love your job and your students; you take care of everyone around you and it only makes the blonde want to pamper you more— make sure you’re cared for too.

katsuki is confident in his career as dynamight, as a hero and as your boyfriend— but cowardness creeps into his veins and he forgets about the ring in his pocket all throughout dinner. it was meant to be a big surprise for the end of it all, but every time he looks at you, his heart drops to his stomach or beats so fast he thinks it might tear a hole through his chest. you end up washing the dishes together, fingertips brushing beneath the cherry-blossom scented and soap sudded water in the sink. a tingle runs down bakugou’s spine whenever your hands touch in the slightest, your delicate fingers passing him wet dishes while he dries them for you. 

he can only hope for more sweet scenes of domesticity with you, he dreams of them throughout his day and when he lies next to you at night. katsuki bakugou is so in love with you it feels like he’s suffocating, like he’s desperate for air because all he wants to breathe in is you. all he wants to taste is you. all he needs is you. 

you’re still chattering up a storm, washing the last of the cutlery when the blonde hero drops to his knees a second time, fumbling around in his pocket for the ring.

“marry me.” bakugou whispers, so quiet that you almost miss it underneath the volume of water sloshing about in the sink and your own ramblings. 

“so anyways i was thinking about getting either you or izuku to help train up my interns some— wait what?”

swallowing thickly to level his strained and shaking voice, bakugou tries again. “marry me,” he repeats simply, forgetting his big speech and all of his words about forever, always and perfection. instead he holds out the engagement ring for you to see, smiling slightly as its glint matches the shimmer of fresh and surprised tears in your eyes. “i love you.” 

you nearly drop the soapy glassware you’d been rinsing off, letting katsuki pry it away from your unstable grip before you cup your own face. “b-bakugou! k-katsuki! i mean suki,” comes your reply, each name clinging to the ridges of your throat as your emotions choke you up. “are you serious? w-what are you doing on the floor? get up! k-katsuki bakugou, you better not be playing with me! stand up!”

but bakugou does not budge, setting the wine glass on the floor beside him carefully before he takes your hand with the same amount of care and slides the diamond ring onto the correct finger. “marry me. aren’t ya hearin’ me right? i love you, there’s no one else who’s loved me like you— maybe that’s a selfish reason t’want to marry ya…” his lips, though slightly chapped, brush over your knuckles with each word as if to seal them as an eternal promise into your skin. “but i’m in love with you. always have been. always will be…a-and i wanna spend the rest of my life by your side. so marry me. i love you.”

there’s a moment, a quiet one, where it feels like you’re the only two people in existence before you launch yourself at your boyfriend— swatting at him until he falls back onto his butt and you're able to crawl between his legs. you grab at his cheeks, the metal band of your ring cool against his handsome face as you tug katsuki into a slow and passionate kiss, pouring every word you can’t think to say into it. 

when you pull apart there’s soap suds lingering on his golden skin and a look of adoration etched across the slope of bakugou’s features. you take a moment to admire him, tears free flowing, blood rushing through your ears carrying happy hormones and whisper back— 

“i’ll marry you, stupid. i love you, too.” 

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugo x you #bakugou imagines #bakugou fic #bakugo drabble #bakugou drabble #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou fluff #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha fluff #mha x reader #mha fluff #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki

[clareguilty]

Ghost/f!reader - Possessiveness, Edging

Second kinktober prompt! If anyone is interested in commissioning another Ghost or MWII prompt pls let me know <3

Ghost/f!reader | Possessiveness, Edging, Uniform, Size Kink Rating: Explicit | No warnings Word Count: ~2000

You should have woken up at the sound of the door.

The fact that you don’t even stir until the padding of the too-small bunk is sinking under sizable new weight means that you’re in way worse shape than you originally thought.

Still, the only person who would be trying to squeeze into your bunk in the dead of night is pretty low on your list of threats to watch for.

“L’t’nant?” You mumble, scooching closer to the wall so he’ll have more room. Not that it would make a difference. The bed is barely big enough for you. Ghost would hang off the edge at every end even if he had the whole bunk to himself. “What’re ya doin’?”

“Heard they had to pull you out of a hole earlier,” he manages to settle in behind you — not comfortable, but at least close. “Came to see how my girl was doing.” His voice is low, more of a rumble than anything else. You can feel the rough material of his vest against your back, and you want to grumble at him for not even dressing down before coming to bother you, but it’s nice to feel his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Bad,” you groan. “Medical has me off the field for a few weeks at least.”

Ghost makes an inquisitive sound low in his throat. You aren’t sure what he’s asking, so you just ignore it, choosing instead to bask in the comfort of having him here with you. It’s dark and quiet in your room, and even being cramped on the smallest bunk the SAS could offer is nice compared to the shitshow you just crawled out of.

He shifts slightly, trying to keep from falling off the damn mattress, and his fucking gear pokes you in the side.

“Could you take that shit off?” You want to jab him with your elbow, but you can’t. You settle for kicking at his shin with your heel.

“Can’t,” he sounds apologetic. “I’m heading back out as soon as they get a bird ready.” He has nothing to be sorry for. This is the way it’s always been. The two of you catch each other for hours at a time — passing moments — in between missions.

“How long do we have?” Your voice sounds small and you hate it. Now is definitely not the time to be weak. 

“Hour? Maybe two?” He runs a gloved hand over your side. “You should sleep.” He starts to move, to pull away, and you can’t have that. You can’t even reach for him.

“Wait,” you kick him again before he can stand. “Stay. I’ve got plenty of time to catch up on sleep after you leave.”

Ghost doesn’t say anything, but you watch his silhouette step away from the bunk. Before you can even try and protest again, the fucker has flicked the lights on.

“What the fuck?!” You curse, shielding your eyes with your good arm as you jolt upright.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” Ghost is kneeling by the bed before you can blink, inspecting the sling on your arm and the concerning amount of tape and bandages beneath it.

“Just a strain,” you would shrug, but you can’t actually move your shoulder. “Some fucker wrenched it out of place, and then a beam fell on it when the building came down.”

He’s still got his mask on, but you can see the tension in his jaw. “Someone touched you?” He growls. His hands are hovering over the sling. Too scared to hurt you.

“Graves’ men.” You reach out with your good arm and lace your fingers between his. His gloves make his hands bigger than they already are, but you make it work. “They got some kind of code or something and turned on us. We couldn’t send a signal out. I was trying to fight my way out when someone had the brilliant idea to blow up the entire base.”

“Please tell me you killed the fucker.”

“With his own fucking gun,” you spit. Piece of shit.

“That’s my girl.” Ghost brushes a hand over your hair. He trained you to be able to take care of yourself. The touch is sweet, but then you realize how closely he’s watching you. The way his eyes flit across your body, calculating.

“I’m fine,” you promise. “Just the arm. Nothing else. It’s not even that bad.” You pull up your sleeve to show him.

That turns out to be a mistake.

There’s a dark purple palm print, bluish at the edges. It wraps around your arm in the exact place that the American soldier had grabbed you earlier. You didn’t even notice the bruise before. It was all the same throbbing pain.

Ghost is gentle, surprisingly so, as he lifts you off the cot with strong hands beneath your hips and lays you on your back, splayed across the bedroll. “Absolutely not,” he hisses. “No one gets to mark you but me.”

There is the screech of metal on concrete as he yanks the cot away from the wall, giving him more room.

He can’t get your shirt off without destroying all of the medics’ hard work, but he yanks your pants around your ankles and tugs them off before tossing them aside.

Honestly, you like this turn of events. There will be plenty of time to sleep after Ghost has shipped off to wherever he’s going. You’re going to be grounded and on bedrest for at least a few days, the least you could do is kick it off with a bang.

“Fuck yes,” you hiss, shifting your hips to get more comfortable on the bedroll. 

He runs his hands over your thighs, and you wish he would take his damn gloves off so you can feel the warmth of his skin against yours.

Instead, he takes his time. Seeking out the tension in your muscles and kneading in with his thumbs. It feels heavenly, but it’s not what you want right now.

“Ghost,” you warn, “hurry the fuck up.”

He responds by pinching your ass, and it’s so cheeky and childish that you can’t help but giggle. “Don’t rush me, Dove,” he orders. There’s so much command in his voice that you have no choice but to obey, and he knows it. He trained you, after all.

He does finally remove his gloves, and you all but melt at the heat of his hands. His thick fingers drag through the wetness between your legs, and you arch your back, hissing in pleasure when he drags his thumb over your clit.

Usually it’s so quick and rough between you, those heated collisions after a firefight or the rushed scuffles in the dark. This is more time and quiet than you’ve had with Ghost in weeks. He knows it too, because he refuses to give you exactly what you want.

“Please,” you gasp, reaching for his wrist with your good arm to try and direct his fingers where you want them.

He catches your hand, pinning it to the cot and leaning in to growl in your ear. “You’re going to be patient.”

You want to tell him that patience isn’t on the table when he has to ship out in less than two hours, and that he better make you come before then, but you know better than to talk back to your lieutenant.

He doesn’t even give you the chance to speak, because he chooses that moment to increase the pace of his fingers against your clit until you’re hurtling toward that peak. All you can do is gasp and moan as he brings you off.

Except the bastard doesn’t. He pulls away at the last possible second, pinning you in place with his hands on your hips so you can’t even move as the overwhelming pleasure disappears in an instant.

“Ghost!” You cry out. “Fuck! You piece of shit!”

The fucker just has the audacity to laugh. You want to punch him straight in his stupid mask, but your good arm is currently in a sling.

“Patience, Dove,” he warns you again.

By now, the aching pleasure has receded back to a humming need, and Ghost slips his fingers back between your legs. You nearly kick him when he presses two slick fingers inside you and curls them, the stretch and shock of pleasure overwhelming after his previous torture.

“Yes,” you breathe.

It’s slower this time. He doesn’t rush as he works you over. He drags his rough, thick fingers over that same spot again and again until you’re shaking and whimpering before increasing his pace and pressing his thumb against your clit.

You’re so close, and it’s so much stronger this time. Every muscle in your body is tensing, and you don’t even mind the pain from our injuries when every other sensation feels so good. You can’t even keep your eyes open.

And then it stops. Again.

You actually do kick him this time. At least you try to. He catches your foot before it can connect with his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You demand.

He leans over you, cupping your jaw with his clean hand.

“We’re going to do this one more time. And you’re going to behave. If you can do that, I’ll let you come on my cock. Understood?”

You lay there panting, staring up into his mask and the burning intensity in his eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

This time, you don’t fight. He doesn’t waste your time like he did before, bringing you right to the edge and holding you there, fucking you on his fingers as you bite your lips and dig your fingers into the bedroll.

And when he pulls away just before you can tip over into an absolutely mindblowing orgasm, you hold yourself back from trying to wrestle him to the ground with his own knife.

He wrestles with the fasten of his trousers, freeing his cock before settling between your legs on the bunk. “You’ll stop me if it hurts?”

You dig your knee into his side. “Just fuck me already.” You don’t care if it fucking hurts. You just want to actually get off.

He’s still gentle as he lifts your hips and lines up his cock, sinking in to the hilt in one blinding motion.

At least he’s done dicking around at this point, because he actually fucks you like he means it. And he doesn’t knock your hand away when you reach between your bodies to rub your clit.

“You wanna come?” He asks, and you feel your blood burn white hot at the question. “Gonna come on my cock?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer automatically.

And then it crashes over you, all of that built up pleasure. Every single touch. You’re absolutely sure you’re going to need to go back to the medics because you definitely just fucked your shoulder back up again. But it’s so worth it when Ghost is making you feel this good. You almost regret trying to kick him. Almost.

“That’s right,” he says, thumb tracing over your spit-slick lips. “Who makes you feel this good?”

“You, sir,” you pant, chest heaving and heart thudding as you come down from the blinding rush of sensation.

“And can you give me one more?” He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he’s fucking into you again harder than before. You know he’s going to make you come again.

You don’t stand a chance, already clenching around his cock as he forces another orgasm out of you.

It’s only when you’re limp and absolutely fucked out beneath him that he lets himself come. You want to be angry about the mess, but you’ll clean it later.

Ghost doesn’t bother trying to get your pants back on. Just half assedly wipes up the mess between your legs before climbing back onto the tiny cot and curling around you. You don’t even mind the roughness of his vest and the way all his gear jabs and pokes you.

“How much longer ‘til you leave?” You ask.

“Not long.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then: “I’ll wake you before I go- if you want to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep when you’re gone.” You grab his hand that’s draped over your waist. He hasn’t put his gloves back on yet, and you trace all of the scars and marks on the rough skin.

#ghost/reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #kinktober 2023 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mwii #ghost mw2 #simon riley/reader

[handsometheo]

norton and his hunter counterpart trying to fight for reader’s attention pls pls

Right my first attempt back into writing.. life is still crumbling but im hyperfixated on idv rn, hopefully I'll live..

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Pairing/s: Norton Campbell (Hunter and Surv) x GN! reader

Warnings: none, just silly

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This happens every damn time. Don't get me wrong, I love Norton. Both sides of him. The second we're all in a match together though, chaos ensues and its not because Fool's Gold is particularly ciolent around me; I say me because he definitely does not hesitate to chair his survivor counterpart.

No, no, it's worse than that. I feel bad for the other two survivors who got paired with me and Norton. The second that Fool's finds out that I am here, he generally turns into a guard dog of sorts. Not wanting me to work so he wanders around with me, other survivors know that once hes latched onto me, they can pretty much run free as long as they dont come into his sights. He's like my sweet guard dog who is still trying to kill my friends but won't go out of his way to do it right now because he deems himself too preoccupied with me.

We are walking around the sacred heart hospital when I notice a certain prospectors magnet dropped on the floor. Unluckily, Fools does not see it and gets caught in its pull. Norton must be around the corner and drags Fools to it, making him hit his head. Dazed, he stands with a hand holding his head. Before I could check on him, though, I'm lifted over Norton's shoulder making me yell out in minor panic.

"Ah! Norton put me down! He wasn't going to do anything to me, you're just causing more trouble for yourself!" He grunts at me and runs away from the dazed rocky version of himself. Quickly hopping over a wall and ducking down while also forcing me to crouch with him. At least my feet are on the ground now..

Before I could fully register what was happening, I was shoved forward slightly just out of Fools Gold's collapse area. Norton however not so lucky and took enough damage for it to be a full hit. He gives me a quick peck to the cheek and an ever speedier "I love you, be safe." Before sprinting off to begin a kite against Fools Gold.

The hunter himself hops the same ledge we just arrived to this spot over, he picks me up off the floor and dusts off my shoulders before mimicking his survivors counterpart's actions. "I love you. I'll make sure he doesn't disturb us anymore. Dont you dare try to save him whenni chair him. You know I won't hit you." He scowls before kissing my forehead and making a quick dash towards where Norton just was.

What an idiot.

"Are they gone...?" I turn back and see a frightened Frederick peaking past a corner. This makes me laugh and nod at the confused composer. "Good, I'm partially afraid of both of them, especially around you."

-♡-

Done! Not my best work but something silly and fun to imagine. Also if anyone would be willing to commission me for any art or fanfics in exchange for skins/items on idv let me know and we can see about sorting something out

#x reader #fanfic #idv x reader #idv prospector #idv fool's gold #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell #idv norton #idv norton x reader

[bishy437]

Hii! I have been thinking about it for some time, but how would Sangcheng propose (Of they wanted to)? Who would propose to who and how?

Personally I think that maybe Huaisang would propose to Jiang Cheng by opening a fan which says marry me. But what do you think?

hello! ur idea is rlly adorable so i had to doodle it :'(

nhs: pls say yes or i'll cry jc: u idiot we r in public?!! answer is below cut! :

sooo i think this isn't an either or thing; i can see both of them proposing. I see nhs being sneaky and taking a practical approach like: *writes out an entire document highlighting the advantages of their union* "look at all the benefits of a marriage between us, Jiang-zongzhu!" when really he just loves jc and doesn't want anyone else to have him. He'd probably go to extreme lengths with a dowry or something to that effect to appeal towards jc's proper/businessy attitude. be on his best behaviour. for jc, i can see him taking nhs somewhere special to him in LP and asking him there. Maybe he commissioned a fan for him, (or maybe he tried his hand at painting one himself??) Pours his heart out to nhs, holds back a few tears and, "come live with me here at Lotus Pier" I could also see him syncing zidian to nhs after he agrees to the proposal 🥺

Edit: oooh also i see Jc making a clarity bell for nhs and presenting it to him ☺️

#answered #queenie199

[kxmikomrade]

🍁˖࿐ Artist! S/O - Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Sae

╰┈➤Hcs of them with an Artistic S/O!! Genre: Fluff and crack Gn!reader or Any gender Warnings: Swearing, Not proof read bcs im lazy, idk wat else but lmk if theres anything else Waiter's Note: OH LOOK WHO FINALLY PULLED THIS OUTTA THEIR DRAFTS AFTER A WHOLE ASS 5 MONTHS LMAOO I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY <33 Reqs Open as usual!! Masterlists

Now Playing: An Art Gallery Could Never Be As Unique As You

Very VERY VERYYYY fascinated on what you do, he thinks it's really cool

He canonly likes art too so let him join in!!

Draw him in any way like even a small doodle and he WILL COMBUST

He decorated his wall infront of his desk with your drawings and doodles, other things like custom keychains, origami, glass paintings are on his desk so he can see it everyday when he wakes up 🥹🥹

Study dates with you two often end up in drawing-cuddling sessions

Starting with studying so you can both pass your exams to you two beside eachother, legs tangled under the kotatsu table while you both lay on your stomachs, drawing whatever you felt like drawing 🫶

Let's just hope that you both pass your exams 😭😭

When you have art block or you feel stressed, he offers to take you out to a walk (yk he loves those esp with you)

It may seem kinda annoying at first but trust me, it does WONDERS

YOUR WORKS ARE DISPLAYED THROUGHOUT THE ISAGI HOUSEHOLD ✨

His parents like your creations too but they ALWAYS remind you whenever you come over that it's okay to take breaks and do other things 🥹💖

He's not rich by all means, but he's willing to spend his money to get you supplies u want

When he got the letter for blue lock, you both agreed to meet at a park at night and you talked things through, promising to work hard and improve while you both are separated

Whenever the topic of art or s/o comes in, he just ends up talking everyones ear off in blue lock and the question was just from a truth or dare game😭

Whether or not you got recognized for your art and got more commissions/promotions or quit art to start something new that interests you, he's supportive just as you are for him 🫶

HE LOVES ART, AND YOUR AN ARTIST?? MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN

Introduces you to his mom <33 you both share tips and tricks and now she's like your teacher ITS SO CUTE

But Meguru gets pretty pouty if you just sit there beside his mom talking about art related things all day 😭

If you let him lay down on your lap and give him occasional kisses then he'll be able to sit still for a while longer

You gave him a bee-themed soccer ball you painted once and he ALWAYS has it on his bed so he can fall asleep hugging it 🥹

He doesn't play with it tho, atleast not outdoors bcs he doesn't wanna ruin it 😭💖

Painting with him and his mom if she isn't busy!!

He always plays around and puts paint on your face, his mom scolds him for it LMAOO

Don't take him to art museums pls 😭😭 HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE WAS IN THE LIGHT NOVEL?? you both would get in trouble just because he was bored 💀

BRAGS TO EVERYONE AND ANYONE IN BLUE LOCK ABOUT YOU THAT THEY LITERALLY KNOW YOU AND EVERY SINGLE ART PIECE YOU HAVE DONE BEFORE EVEN MEETING YOU OR SEEING THEM 💀💀😭

Has tried to eat paint before 🧍‍♂️Much worse if you paint food then bro might try it again 💀💀💀

You sit on a bench nearby and draw while he practices, it's relaxing, just watch out for the ball 😭💀

Oh boy

Id say for a FACT that you were broke until you started dating him unless you have really cheap materials or you're just really good at saving

Yk how art materials and art school is so ridiculously expensive?? Well, your LOVELY boyfriend here has it all covered

Mans literally already bought a whole art shop 💀

Its not like it's anything new *looks at art big art studio*

PLEASE get a frying pan and smack some sense into this man's head bcs he was just about to buy his way into getting your art showcased in an art gallery/convention

He might, MIGHT stop if you use his own words against him. Like the whole 'i want to carve my own future' thing

Lets be fr, he won't stop, the most he could do is stop bribing his way to get your art showcased

Bby supports you alot tho :((

He just admires how much effort you're able to put in each work

When art block kicks in, he'll take you to go to expensive art galleries or to wherever the Mona Lisa is currently being showcased at

Just drag him out and tell him u wanna learn soccer 😭 it's honestly more fun than roaming around an art gallery

Paint him with his parents and they'll already start planning your marriage 💀😭

Bro when collage comes along, then your tuition fees and apartment bills are already paid like??? I wonder how 🤔

PLS DRAW HIM AND SHOW HIM THAT THERE ARE OTHER WAYS TO EXPRESS LOVE OTHER THAN MONEY SPENDING BCS HE'LL ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WITH ALL THE TIME, EFFORT AND SKILL YOU PUT IN

He DEFINITELY frames all the drawings/paintings you give him. No buts

Let's be fr, he probably has a room in his house filled with your creations 🧍‍♂️

I'm pretty sure that blue lock allows anything to be brought unless it's a phone or something (because they'll have to earn it back) so Reo brought this photo album/journal decorated by you and/or your drawings

AND YK THOSE MINI PRINTERS??? HE BROUGHT ONE TOO SO WHENEVER YOU SEND A NEW ARTWORK, HE PRINTS IT 😭😭

Talks Nagi's ear off every time 💀

Supportive bank in general 👍 jkjk pls don't use him just for money or I will come for your eyeballs 🤗

Sae is pretty chill compared to his hardcore emo brother like did you see that one panel where he wanted to go home in the middle of a game while applying lotion???

He doesn't seem like the type to check social media often too so I hc that he draws after practices when he gets home to cool down for the night yk

I can definitely see him drawing his favorite characters from Chibi Maruko-chan whenever he feels stressed or has a bad day because of his stupid teammates who play like headless chickens 🙄(his words not mine)

So like when YOU came in, it's like he's surrounded by comfort when you two draw in silence while listening to your shared playlist 🌼

drawing fanarts for him that you wanna show off to everyone since he's beautiful and he's even more beautiful in your artstyle <33

he doesnt know about it tho because thats too embarrassing

rin follows you on that account with his private acc LMAOOOOOO

LISTEN. IMAGINE DRAWING HIM WITH HIS YEE YEE LOOKIN ASS BANGS AND TEASING HIM ABOUT IT HAHAHSHAHA

you secretly sent one to Rin for funsies once and he sent you a pic of Sae when he was young back, now you both have this sketchy deal thing going on that Sae doesnt know SHIT about

dw tho, both your mouths are sealed because now you got Rin to approve of you

If you live with him abroad, then your apartment/house is FILLED with notes/drawings/sketches/paintings/origamis, etc. im not exaggerating at ALL.

Imagine those cute and decorated fridges but make it the ENTIRE house

You both just slap some sticky note on walls, tables, chairs, cabinets, shelves, counters and draw on it,and neither of you clean them up, you just leave it there 😭😭

it comes off when it comes off ig 🤷

If you dont live with him abroad, then you guys have a minecraft server you both share thats literally FILLED with builds. Somehow, Sae's RIDICULOUSLY fast at learning these things and now hes an architect 🧍‍♂️

Also those cooperative drawing websites/games?? yeah, you both have them OFTEN, like, every night other than when hes like SUPER tired

just stick to screenshoting him and drawing on his face

He buys you anything you need/want too and theres basically no stopping him 🤷🤷

Tagging: @inariezaki

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[cocosummer]

sum: you've gotten yourself hauled into a tenryou comission holding cell with itto. and after an unsuccessful tussle with the tenryou guards, all you wanna do is sleep. or fuck. thankfully, best oni bf is willing to help with that&lt;3

pairing: itto x gn!afab!reader

cws: established relationship, use of nicknames for reader (babe, baby), fingering, exhibitionism, porn with very little plot

>> minors/ageless blogs pls dni! <<

You held your back, letting out a quiet whine as you stretched. Your shoulders cracked and you felt a little relief, but there was still some soreness from battle that could only be solved by winding down for the night. “Tiredd,” you moped, and you heard an equally beat sigh from where Itto had sprawled himself over a bench a few paces away and leaned his head into the holding cell wall. “Yeah. I hear ya.”

Even after being hauled in by the Tenryou commission (again) and getting his favorite gang member caught along with him in the process, Itto takes losses in his stride. He’s never down for the count for long. Eventually he started up, and patted his lap.

“C’mere babe,” He blinked crimson puppy eyes up at you, and the ends of his long fangs framed the corners of his wide, contagious smile. You turned to ease into him, nodding an ok. Feeling his large hands guide you into his lap, smooth down your hips, and furl around the base of your stomach. You felt him nuzzle his chin into the crest of your head, his chest heaving with a content sigh as soon as you were in his arms. The strong musk of his sweat enveloping you oddly comforting.

One of his hands slipped free to rub at your thigh in a soothing motion. Back and forth. And something about the casual touch awakened the woefully needy part of you, that often reared its head when you were really sleepy. You cleared your throat, fidgeting over your boyfriend’s lap.

“You ok babe?” When you turned around, there was an Itto blinking down at you with a worried pout.

“No! Yeah, I just. My brain kinda melds the feelings 'tired' and 'horny' together sometimes so. When you touched me it.. gave me butterflies”

“Ohh.” Itto paused to lift his mitts from your person for a moment and assess both you and his hand carefully. Meanwhile, a silence stewed in your corner of holding. Between that and the warmth rising in your cheeks, you felt the need to say something.

“It’s not a big deal, it’ll probably go away pretty quickly once I go to sleep-“

“Ohhh, oh. Ok.” You felt Itto nodding as he settled back down; he let himself rest his arms on your lap again, and his muscles felt a lot less tense behind you. Though you could hear a recognition steeping in his voice. And perhaps, you thought, a little bit of deviousness, as he let his long nails trace circles into the side of your thigh. It could’ve been taken as an absent-minded thing, if not for the practiced lightness of his stroking, and the repetition of the motion. Back and forth. As if he kind of.. wanted you to react again.

“Did you want me to do that uh, thing y’ like, babe? Y’know..” as he trailed off, his large hand wandered lower from the crease of your thigh, down to your crotch. And he gave you an inquisitive squeeze. “..this..?”

Your eyes widen at his grasp, and you choke on your breath trying to answer, “T- There are guards standing outside, aren’t there? What if they’ve already heard this much-“

‘Aww, babe-‘ The oni lowered himself enough to buck his head into yours, an affectionate attempt to nuzzle your cheek; the length of one of his red horns smoothed against the top side of your head.  “It’s alright, I know you want some o’ this? And the guards probably already know we're together; but, they don’t have to know the whole shebang if we’re quiet about it, right?”

“C’monn. Let this one n oni take good care of you, huh?”

God, he was cute.

At your ‘ok,’ he all too eagerly slipped a hand past the hem of your pants and pushed it under the curve of your ass cheeks, massaging at your sex. His fingertips pinching and squeezing fervently, rubbing circles into the thin fabric that guised your most sensitive point.

You arched your back, shuddering, “Itto-” You squirmed over the bulk of his hand, your thighs subconsciously squeezing shut and walls clenching.

You felt yourself starting to leak; if you weren’t wearing underwear, his fingers would already be drenched with your slick.

And maybe he’d been so lost in the sauce that he completely missed your wearing underwear and forgot about the whole ‘being quiet’ thing; or maybe this was all an intentional ploy to make you even more flustered.

But when he ripped (yes literally, ripped) the remainder of your clothes from your lower body to really get at your hole, you knew you were in for it. With the sharp sound of fabric tearing and the sight of you seated ass naked on Itto’s lap clearly visible through the cell bars, it was a blessing from the archons that no one seemed to be monitoring your cell at the moment.

And anyway, you weren’t really in a place to question Itto.

He slipped two thick fingers into your sopping entrance, stretching you out, and you practically short circuited; your body couldn’t decide whether you were choking out a gasp or high-pitch moaning. You slapped a hand over your mouth and shifted your weight anxiously.

But oh, the drag of his veiny fingers against the rim of your hole, the feel of the pointed ends of his nails pumping in and out of your spongy interior- You pressed your head back into his warm torso, curling your other hand behind you and reaching into his fluffy white mane, grasping a long tuft close to you. Doing anything to keep your vocals to a minimum.

If only you were face to face with your Itto; this boy was staring down his nose, enamored with your feverish squeaks and squirming, a bit of his pink tongue visible through his slightly parted jaws, pressed against the backs of his teeth.

He wasn’t even aware he was making a face; it was just, you were so dang cute. Beetle fights and gang tussles with the Tenryou were fun and all, but playing with you had quickly become his favorite thing to do.

“Feels good?” Itto had started bobbing his knee, the bulge of his cock standing up between your legs.. only adding to your stimulation. It’d gotten to the point where you could only whimper incoherently, digging your fingers into the sculpt of his toned thighs.

You realized you’d been nodding your head in response for far too long, and he chuckled at the way you closed your slacked jaw in your moment of clarity. “Hehehe. You’re so cute, babe.” Itto leaned in to press his lips to your cheek, and you felt his other hand rub supportively at your shoulder.

“I’m probably doin too good, huh.” He grinned, the warm breath of his ‘whispering’ stirring just inches from your ear. “Lucky you, you got yourself a boyfriend who’s good at e-very-thing!”

“Itto-“ you managed a little before the rest of your words were caught in a whine; before it felt a warm coil finally unraveled in your stomach, and you spurted cum through his fingers, down his thighs.

You gasped, leaning your head back into his chest, where he looked at you. Your cheeks flush, your face glistening with a sheen of sweat. Breathing heavily from his efforts. Saying some of the most beautiful words, “I want.. more of you..”

A throaty rumble that sounded something like a purr erupted from the oni’s throat. “Baby,” he swept you off his lap and into his arms in an instant, and it probably would’ve been scary just how soundlessly and swiftly he’d done it if you were one of the enemies he’d been facing today. If you weren’t being given the most darling, lovesick puppy look, a pink twinge to his cheeks, with him practically biting at the bit to cum inside you. “I thought you'd never ask~”

#[ my works ] #itto x reader #itto x gn!reader #itto smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #minors dni #ehh i don't think is my best but. it's done now:^3

[almost-a-class-act]

16 or 18 for hilldane if you're still doing them pls!!!! - hilldane anon <333

Anything for you, hilldane anon!

Prompt: Things you said when one or more of us was drunk

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Andy had meant for it to be a quiet one. He’d mentioned it once, on the canal, looking forward to twelve hours of uninterrupted sleep in a warm, dry bed once they were relieved and off-duty, and Eddie had laughed and said good luck, because every battle in history has ended with the participants getting categorically off their faces.

He’d been right, obviously; the streets are so packed with Americans in uniform tonight that it’s hard to credit that there are, in fact, any Australians in Melbourne, and if a single one of them is sober, Eddie hasn’t spotted him yet. Andy had been waylaid more than once by men insistent on involving their former Lieutenant in a round of drinks, after which it would be socially exceptionable not to return the favour – by buying a round for the whole table, of course – and Eddie had slowed down after the second time, nursing one beer and offering additional pints that come his way to all-too-amenable passers-by.

Eddie wonders how many officers are finding themselves this well-received on the other side of the labourious teeth-gritting misery that had been Guadalcanal, where it had quickly become obvious who measured up in the eyes of the enlisted men and who didn’t. He doesn’t say as much to Andy, who is as gracious and genial on the first beer as he is on the sixth and makes his excuses at the right moment every time – no one wants to drink with their CO all night – mostly because that’s not how they talk to each other, or at least, not the way Eddie talks to him. Andy thought he was good enough on the canal to put him in for a commission and he had told Eddie, more than once, that he thought he was doing a damn good job as an NCO, but the military is distinctly top-down in this regard, and it’s not part of Eddie’s job to make sure praise flows the other way.

Andy disentangles himself from a group of officers he met in training – before he’d done it, he had slid a flicker of a glance at Eddie, who as far as he knows hadn’t given any intentional impression that he was uncomfortable – and takes a deliberate turn down a quieter street, in the general direction of the neighbourhood where Eddie knows he’s billeted.

“So much for a quiet one.” Andy glances back over his shoulder, at the crowds still making merry in their wake, and nearly steps off the curb. Eddie catches him by the elbow and rights him. “I think I’m out of practice.”

“I don’t know about that, sir.” Eddie tucks his hands into his pockets, as if it will be obvious to strangers what it’s like when he touches Andy and now he needs to compensate. “Seems like you’ve put a few away in your time.”

“Well, I have been to college,” Andy remarks dryly. “And it’s Andy.”

Eddie wishes he weren’t so damn easy to like. “Shouldn’t get into the habit of that until my commission comes through, probably.”

Andy waves that off. “Sir just reminds me that I probably should have been more responsible.”

“Oh, on the contrary.” Eddie half-smiles. “It’s the officer who doesn’t drink you can’t trust.”

Andy offers a mirroring smile.

It takes them less time to make it to the row of little subdivided townhouses than Eddie had predicted, and he slows awkwardly ahead of the front walk. A smarter man would keep walking, probably, offer a good night on the move, because coming to a stop could imply that he’s expecting an invitation.

The problem is not that it’s impossible. The problem is that Eddie knows it is possible, and he’ll have to be the one with the damn guard rails up.

He comes to a stop anyway, because Andy looks like that, eyes bright under the light of a waxing moon and body as relaxed as Eddie has ever seen him.

“You want to come up?”

Eddie feels something hot and desperate slice through him at the question. It’s the reason why he shakes his head, because he knows he’s sober even if Andy doesn’t.

“No,” he says, like the question is just a question. “Thanks. I think I’m going to get some rest.”

Andy watches him for a moment, as if he had watched that whole thought process take place too. “Eddie, I didn’t – I’m sorry.”

“Ask me again,” Eddie says, feeling it ball up tight under his ribs. “Another time. If you mean it like that.”

Andy parts his lips to say something, and then seems to think the better of it – even drunk, apparently, he can remind himself he knows better – and only nods.

Eddie nods, too. “See you tomorrow, Skip.”

Andy’s gaze briefly flickers at the nickname, like he’s still waiting for it to fit. “Sure, Eddie,” he says. “See you tomorrow.”  

#hilldane anon #the pacific #hilldane #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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[aboldone4]

Spoilers for Genshin Impact, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, and Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes.

Okay, hear me out. Let me cook with this one.

My brain came up with the crack pairing of Kamisato Ayaka from Genshin Impact and Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem.

Waitwaitwait pls dont leave. Let me cook.

Think about it.

Starting with similarities:

Ayaka comes from a clan that’s head of a whole commission in Inazuma, so she’s from an influential and powerful family.

Edelgard is the emperor of Adrestia. There’s no need for me to elaborate on that. I think the title speaks for itself.

Ayaka was willing to question the Raiden Shogun to some extent.

Edelgard questioned the church of Seiros and started a revolution against the crest system of Fodlan.

Gameplay wise, they’re both really strong units in their respective games. Literally every alt of Edelgard in Fire Emblem Heroes is broken and I love it. Like, it’s objectively a bad thing, but she’s a fave so I let it slide.

In terms of differences,

I tried not to emphasize it too much up to this point, but Edelgard is significantly more open to radical courses of action than Ayaka and is more willing to do things that might be considered morally questionable at best.

Ayaka couldn’t openly support the resistance movement of Sangonomiya Kokomi, and it’s even mentioned the Yashiro commission and the Watatsumi Resistance don’t see eye to eye on certain matters.

Ayaka’s also more of a swordfighter, while Edelgard uses a heavier weapon in an axe. Ayaka could probably teach Edelgard to use a sword better while Edelgard could show her how to wield an axe and use it in combat (and maybe like during training Ayaka looks at Edelgard and is like sjsjshshshsusu. Would be interesting for sure).

I think that Edelgard could broaden Ayaka’s horizons, while Ayaka could help Edelgard not lose herself in pursuit of her lofty goals.

I also just like this ship because they’re both pretty and I headcanon both of them as autistic as someone with autism myself.

Like cmon, people can’t tell when Edelgard’s joking because of the tone with which she delivers her jokes, and she didn’t know the social cue of a high five in Three Hopes. I also think that part of the reason she acted the way she did when Byleth lost Jeralt was because she didn’t know how to deal with something like this, along with the fact that this was the only way she could cope with losing her siblings and mother.

Ayaka had difficulty socializing with people, and though that’s probably mostly because of her status, I also think part of it is that she doesn’t really know social cues due to being put on a pedestal. She seems to have experienced some fun things pretty late in life like going to a festival to enjoy it, which — to be as vague as possible — I can kind of relate to.

This is obviously projection on my part but come on. They are both my scrunklies. I love these two so much I’m so normal about them.

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[arisatominakos]

hi friends its me farllee & this year has destroyed me, this month more so. misfortune hit so i need to make some cash. anyways why not commission ur ol' pal farllee for some quick n dirty sketch art ! yEAHH WOO !

head to my kofi shop & fill out the deets, for a small little thing its just ten buckaroos & for something a bit more detailed $25+. let me know which type of art you want, the character or a way to reach you thru tumblr ims if it's an oc to get a reference or whatever** ! if you don't want art, just say so & thank you for the donation ! i'd love to be able to continue to stay here n make silly things for yall but times are tough n my disabled ass can't work, but i can draw. && i could be drawing for you. if u are in the continental usa u can also consider to buy something off my mercari.

most of all just hit that reblog button bc a share helps in the absence of nothing my friends.

**no robots, furries debatable. no nsfw. terms & conditions: i will post finished watermarked pieces here on my tungles but i will send you the proper unwatermarked piece. not for commercial use, only private & personal. don't be weird. if you do not want a sketch pls make sure to say that in the donation but i will accept a rock fact if given. please expect at least a week turnaround !

#farllee.psd

[the-autumn-apple-artworks]

OPEN COMMISSIONS!

Sup sillies !!

I've decided to try out commissions to support me through University and gain some experience as this will probably end up being one of my main source of income (I plan to be a freelance artist + open either YouTube or Twitch or even both slay)

Since my University classes will take me occupied for most of the day (from 9am to 6pm), the waiting times will be a bit high and the slots very few (3 by default, 5 if I really manage to do it)

So pls be patient and thank you for any kind of support that you will end up providing me, I love you sillies <3 /p

‣ PERSONAL use ONLY

‣ Do NOT use it for any kind of merch or anything that would work as a source of profit. Other than that, do whatever you want with it

‣ Please CREDIT if you decide to share it around, do NOT claim it as yours

‣ As the artist I have the right to keep the credit and use your commission as future commissions' examples. The artwork will be obviously covered in watermark and you'll have the original one with the signature

‣ Please keep in mind that you will be paying the FULL PRICE FIRST, immediately after we establish all the details and the official price, I do not plan on charging for minor changes but I may think about adding a fee if the change is extremely radical and will force me to redo the entire composition from scratch (around like, $5 or something)

‣ I know this may sound very dumb but please PROVIDE DETAILS, give proper references, describe me the pose, BE CRYSTAL CLEAR about what you want. I know it's boring but it'll make my job significantly easier and will make it so that your commission will arrive much faster

I WILL draw

• Robots

• Anthro (Furries, Hollow Knight characters... y'know)

• Humans

• Object-heads

• Minor body-horror (Ex: eyes and/or mouths in places where they aren't supposed to be)

• Mild gore/violent content

• Any kind of shipping as long as it's not problematic (self-shipping, OCxOC, OCxCanon etc etc)

• Slightly suggestive stuff

I WON'T draw

• Complex robots/mecha (Ex: Transformers)

• Feral or any complex anthro (Ex: Pokemon, My little pony characters, etc)

• NSFW (Again, suggestive is fine, just not straight up smut)

• Anything offensive/problematic

• In general anything super detailed/complex/close to realism

• Heavy/Extreme gore

I'll mainly do my commissions through Artistree

Which is directly connected to my STRIPE account.

It's safe, it's user friendly and supports artists

When you request a commission with Artistree, the system will take care of the procedure step by step and it's very intuitive! The artist you commission won't have a fee when you pay and your commission will help plant a tree! How cool is that!

I don't like to use PAYPAL due to how badly it treats its users...

But, if you prefer to pay with it (which is totally fair), then my Ko-Fi is also awailable

BTW‼️

Other payments would be Robux, Steam games from my wish list, Discord Nitro, etc. For that, please contact me on DISCORD: the_autumnapple

... still I put it as an additional option cuz why not, I'm on desperate times atm and I prefer to try save money for myself instead of having to keep asking my parents for it, also cuz it could totally help me by default cuz I could have my own money that I've gained myself for eventual emergencies, you get me

Other than that, Artistree + Stripe combo is hella preferred, tho that'll be up to y'all

Before you pick: A heads up to the general ADDITIONS!

• Flat background: +$0

• Simple background/scenery: +$5

• Complex character that isn't in the "Won't draw" list (Ex: multiple limbs, heavily detailed clothing, etc): +$5

• Every new character added will cost an additional half of the total price of the selected commission (Ex: a rendered full body with an additional character will be $30 + $15 = $45)

Now on the actual commission types‼️

That's all‼️ Hope this will go well and happy commissioning ‼️

EDIT: Realized I forgot to add my Carrd with all my socials and info so WOE‼️CARRD BE UPON YE‼️‼️

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[lunartearrose]

Oc kiss week 2024 #2 - Rain

Ocs: Forage the Tiefling druid, Gwen the seamstress living doll.

Gwen belongs to Sammy, my DM! I don't think she has a public tumblr as i was not told it, but she is on discord. Didn't get permissions to tag or tell either way, just to use Gwen ^^;

World: DnD campaign(s) and maybe an extensive minecraft au i chuck a bunch of ocs into

Another drabble under the cut! Warning for typical dnd violence.

Whenever it rained, Gwen always thought of her boyfriend. And whenever he was away on hunter guild business, it always made her long for his return.

Tonight, it was one of those nights. The rain was pouring loudly against the walls of her boutique, a comforting and constant sound as she wrapped up her work for the night. In Particular, she had been commissioned for a beautiful wedding dress…

“Hey, so… I didn't want to bring this up earlier, but….” Harmony spoke up from the sidelines, using a pair of opera glasses to look at Gwen's tightly packed order list writing, “Didn't the client want a white dress? White with a dragon motif?”

Gwen paused, glancing at her work. “Well, they did. Did I make a mistake?”

“Well, for one, that's not pure white - it's an off-blue. But I guess it's subtle. The more interesting choices you have on that dress are the pearls and the coral. You're also definitely sewing eels instead of anything dragon-like.”

“I- well-” Gwen stammered, doing a once-over of the dress, “a subtle blue is often used to accent white and make it feel whiter - and I'm not done with what you're calling an eel! Just gotta add the scales and the. The head… and don't dragons like treasure?”

Harmony gazed at the dress through her pair of opera glasses. “Are Forage's shed coral antler-things a typical choice for dragons to hoard?”

Gwen sighed, shoulders slumping as she hid a blush. “...to me they are.” She muttered softly. “I'll fix it in the morning…”

“I'll get you up early so you can get it done without a rush.” Harmony replied.

Wrap-up continued, and Gwen inspected her spools of thread. The stuff she used for embroidering was almost out!

“Hey, do you think the supply shop is open still?” Gwen asked.

“Maybe the one in the hunter's guild.” Harmony answered, “If not that one, try to find Miranda's or something.”

Gwen frowned. “Miranda kinda scares me… I also don't think I want cursed thread, but I'll try the hunter's guild. Thank you.”

As Gwen put her coat on and grabbed an umbrella, Harmony called after her, “Keep to the populated streets. You know. The murders.”

“Y-yeah Harmony thank you Harmony”

With that, Gwen went to brave the storm. It was a heavier rainfall than she thought!

And with weather like that, barely anybody was on the streets. She was about half way to her destination when she realized this wasn't exactly safe. And the people that were there… weren't exactly minding their business.

She tried to pay it no mind, but more and more people were beginning to follow her. Take the same turns, move almost beside her… something was deeply wrong.

Seeing a flash of silver out of the corner of her eye, she quickly dodged out of the way of a dagger meant for her. She ran as fast as she could, as voices shout to each other, coordinating her downfall. She screams, but her voice is muffled by the rain.

She eventually slipped on the rainy ground, landing hard on the coral and rock cobbled ground. As blades of all kinds pointed her way, dripping with what was surely poison, she curled up, arms blocking her face in defense…

But then, strangely, she felt something. A dizzy sensation that messed with her sense of up and down, making her ears pop. As much as it made her hair stand on end, the sensation was familiar. She knew this power.

The blades never came down.

She found herself sitting on the surface of a puddle, now looking miles deep, to unknown depths. Several of the men carrying blades were entangled in tendrils that extended from the deep blue darkness, choking them even after their blades dropped, plunking into the darkness below. Soon to follow, the men were dragged down, a rush of bubbles the only signifiers of their screams for mercy.

One assailant had managed to avoid the deep pool, and attempted to string a bow as fast as their trembling hands should.

“WHERE ARE YOU, YOU MONSTER?!” the scared ranger shouted, “I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T COME OUT, I'LL SHOOT HER!”

“Oh, but were you not planning to shoot anyway? Do not talk out of two sides of your mouth.” A sweetly cruel voice pierced the rainfall, clear as crystal waters.

The ranger spun while the druid talked, attempting their last-ditch effort - but in a blink, their body had been pierced by stalks of shimmering coral. There was no bloodfall - the stalks of coral greedily soaked up everything that was meant to fall, not a drop to spare for the ground.

“Watch your step. The coral still bites.” The druid giggled.

The ranger screamed in agony. Forage appeared from the stalks, his eyes cold as he surveyed his prey. In the heavy downpour, his hair wavered like tentacles, enjoying the soaking rain. Feeding off of it. His shark tail waved from side to side, and the fins beneath his ears perked at the sounds of fear.

“Now. Either you talk, or you die. What possible purpose could you have for attacking my dear Gwen? She'd never hurt a fly. Surely you were all about to strike the wrong person.” Forage asked.

“FUCK YOU!” the ranger screamed, pulling a leg off of a spike to kick Forage, “BOTH OF YOU GO TO HELL! DIE!”

Forage let their boot hit his wrist. In turn, the water clinging to it was heated to boiling by his Tiefling blood, cooking his enemy's injuries for good measure. He smiled, teeth pointy like a shark's.

“Die it is, then. I am certain the guild must've caught plenty of your ilk by now. Your sob story does not interest me in the slightest. You hurt Gwen, after all.”

With that, the coral grew wildly, engulfing the ranger, crushing, spearing, sucking the life from them until all that remained were the horribly beautiful stalks, glowing softly in the rain. Slowly, the coral began to grow down and away, flattening itself to seep back into the cracks of the cobblestone and filling any gaps.

“Forage…” Gwen spoke. She was shaking, wondering if this was real, or if she hit her head when she fell.

The purple tiefling spun around to face her, the coldness washing away with the heavy rain. “Gwen! Are you alright?! That cut was not deep, was it?”

He was quickly by her side, wrapping up her arm with some bandages. He's really, real… and… he really, really went crazy on those guys for trying to hurt her!

“I am sorry, I was not careful with my spell slots - I do not think I have the juice to do much healing. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“I-I’m alright… j-just help me up…” Gwen replied.

Quickly, Forage did just that, hugging her tightly. At that time, she noticed the state of his clothes.

“Did a pack of wolves tear you up before you got into town?” Gwen asked.

“Well… I did end up having a… well… scylla moment again. Hence the quick cover up with my ripped coat. But it was only briefly! That's why I was able to grab all those jerks at once.” Forage explained, ears drooping a bit. “I-I didn't scare you, did I? I think my brain would explode if I hurt you…”

“Nono, you didn't attack me at all.” Gwen explained, “I'm just… gosh, it really is you. I really missed you.”

“Okay, I'm glad. I missed you too, Gwen…”

At this, she glanced up, still hugging him tight. Even after ten years, He still took her breath away… with his cute looks, and mesmerizing eyes… and oh, what a gleaming smile…

“Right! What am I thinking… I owe you one of these, right?” Forage smiled. He leaned in close and whispered, “A kiss has its own healing magic, right?”

Not even pausing to agree, Gwen quickly pulled him in for that kiss. They held each other closely for a long while, giggling and kissing, over and over. They were soaked by the end, but neither cared at this point.

Or well, Forage worried over Gwen's state! Her body was stitched, wasn't it?!

“Shoot! We should get home, shouldn't we? I do not want you to catch a cold or anything!” Forage said, glancing up at the sky. “The rain will not stop until tomorrow. The ground's been begging for it.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, where did I put my umbrella…?” Gwen said, glancing around.

Forage perked up for a moment, running to grab his staff from where he had left it on the ground. From the orb in the middle, a tentacle emerged, offering up the missing umbrella.

“There it is!” Forage said with a smile.

Gwen gently took it. “Thank you, octopus.” She said.

With that, the two walked home together, Gwen under the umbrella while Forage held her hand, getting soaked without a care, as he liked to be. They got through the doorway and Forage took the time to help her dry off, joyously talking about his trip back home.

“Oh, hey.” Harmony greeted the two from by the stairwell. “You get your thread, Gwen?”

Gwen paused… and then facepalmed. Forage gently patted her shoulder, and promised he would get some for her early tomorrow.

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[redisforhappy]

shigaraki x reader, part two.

For the month following Tomura Shigaraki's capture I was told absolutely nothing about the progress or decisions that the police and heroes were making. I really tried to stick my nose into their business, but they mistook my curiosity and care for kindness. They thought I was only offering a hand because it was my job, so they brushed me off with smiles and told me I didn't need to worry about it anymore.

"You've done a great job. Just rest," they would say. Something like that.

You'd be surprised at how much fucking money was unloaded into my bank account after I turned him in. It was life changing money. I went from being flat broke to a millionaire in such a short amount of time. Being a hero is a commission job; generally speaking I don't make too much for what I do, but turns out capturing the most dangerous villain in Japan gets you the big bucks. And the fame, too. I'd never had more people down my throat before which at the time was a blessing. Finally, after a year in Japan I was really making it big like I knew I was meant to be.

Still, I had university classes to attend and a part time waitressing job to work alongside my newfound celebrity life. I sort of felt like Hannah Montana.

Even though I tried to distract myself with new furniture for my house and nice things, I couldn't stop worrying about Tomura. He had himself wedged in my brain. More than anything, I was afraid he would tell them everything about us if prompted or angered. If he found out he wasn't going to be as safe in jail as I made it out to be, would he betray me like that? I betrayed him without a second thought.

But he went willingly. It did take a gun, but if Tomura wanted to fight he could have dusted me. Nobody understands how I successfully held him down until the police got there and I've refrained from trying to make up a story. The truth was that he slid further down onto the pavement and gestured for me to grab his wrists while I called the police, so it looked like he had been KO'd.

It was three months after his entrance that I received an email in my inbox from Tartarus, the prison that held him.

Hello heroes,

we are reaching out to anyone we see fit to attend a very important meeting regarding a plan we have in mind for Tomura Shigaraki. We have been working alongside the retired hero All Might. It will be held inside our building on June 17 at 4 PM.

Please, if you are available and interested, come see us. The pl-

I was so taken off guard by the short notice of the email that I didn't even bother to finish reading what they said, though I should have. I probably, really, should have. I had 3 days to prepare my mind and body for the meeting. On day 2, I grabbed coffee with Eraserhead. We knew each other from a mutual friend, but didn't talk much at all. He wanted to talk to me about Tomura, too. It ended up being a big "thank you" but it wasn't as sappy as people usually make it. He seemed genuinely relieved. Probably because his students were always a target.

"Are you gonna go to the meeting?" I asked. "Did you get that email?"

"God, no. Not my thing. You're actually interested?" It was kind of surprising how final his decision sounded. I couldn't understand how someone would really be that sure about not wanting to know. He's not curious at all?

"Uh, yeah." I took an awkward finishing sip of my coffee and was quickly on my way.

Being social makes me feel uneasy and I forget how to be myself. Luckily, Eraserhead of all people would understand that being that he's an underground hero. If I hadn't blown up out of nowhere I probably would have taken the same route since if you know what my quirk is, it's more difficult for me to use it strategically. Though it doesn't matter either way. It's not a combat-ready quirk, so I've had to make my physical body strong enough to beat a grown man up anyway.

The fated day came quicker than I wanted it to. Suddenly I was straightening my hair and fishing formal clothes from the deepest pits of my forsaken closet.

When I arrived at Tartarus, the moment I stepped foot inside the building I felt completely uncomfortable and sick to my stomach. Japan's worst went to bed there, walked the halls, brushed their teeth. Every surrounding surface was either a headache inducing white or a grey or brown. I searched for Tomura's face in every white jumpsuit that passed me, but of course he wouldn't be roaming the lobby and halls. He'd be excessively strapped to a chair with guns pointed to his head, which is exactly how I found him.

"Well, here he is. He can hear you through the glass," my escort told me. "I'll leave you to talk with him a bit then I'll come back and we can head to the office."

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course."

It was hard to face the blank stare he bore that which ripped into my skin and squeezed my heart. He obviously knew I was the every reason he was in this predicament instead of at home, in bed. I wondered if he felt less lonely knowing Kurogiri and All for One were held in that facility, or if he had any clue at all. His eyes were completely devoid of hope and feeling. The weight of his eyebags made him almost unrecognizable.

I couldn't find it in myself to speak to him and he didn't seem all too interested in speaking to me either, so we stared at each other through the glass wall until the time wasted itself away. A few times I opened my mouth to speak, to apologize, anything that could possibly make it feel less awkward, but I couldn't even gather the words. They just didn't feel right like they did when I rehearsed in my mirror. When I came up with what I'd say if I was to talk to him like that, I didn't exactly have the right picture of him in my mind. I completely underestimated how sad Tomura could look.

It was a blessing when my escort returned to bring me upstairs into the office. I was just beginning to wonder where everybody else was when my escort broke some depressing news.

"You are the only one who came," he mumbled with a hopeless look on his face as he knocked on the wooden door. "It's rare nowadays for a hero to care."

The words felt like ice on my warm skin. Once I'd absorbed what he meant by that, I began to wonder if I could argue that I was any different. Did I really go to advocate for Tomura, or was it to satisfy my own curiosity? I was sure of the real answer, even then in my selfish newborn hero mindset.

Inside the office was a long table of no one but me and a few people I didn't recognize as heroes, but police and detectives based on their outfits. They explained to me a plan that I hadn't exactly read far enough into the email to know about.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the letter read as follows:

the plan is to set in to place a rehabilitation system for Tomura Shigaraki that hopes to reintroduce Shigaraki to civilized society within the span of a few years, ideally. This would include anyone who is interested in attending this meeting. Your attendance means you agree to potentially taking in Tomura Shigaraki as your patient and roommate during this monitored progress. Rest assured, if this is something you're interested in, you will be 100% safe throughout this process.

Thank you. We hope to see you soon.

None of that was at all anything I was prepared for and suddenly I understood why nobody else was here. The rest of the people at the table looked at me expectantly once they finished describing the conditions. I believed I would be safe. I never really felt unsafe with Tomura regardless of whether he has his quirk or not (apparently, they took it from him?) but I was 19 years old and lived alone, attending University day to day. I had room but no time to take care of a human being, especially one that needed extensive mental attention and care.

But when I asked them what would happen to him if I said no, they told me they would probably have to put him to sleep. I couldn't let them kill Tomura, so I agreed. I returned to Tartarus to pick him up the very next day. I barely slept a wink. What if this isn't what he'd want?

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[monstersinthecosmos]

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

(character asks!)

13. I THINK AS FANDOMS WE FOCUS SO MUCH ON SHIPS WHICH IS FINE BUT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE JUST MORE QUIET MOMENTS OF MARIUS ALONE, BECAUSE HE REALLY IS SUCH A VERY LONELY CHARACTER? IVE ACTUALLY BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS A LOT AND ABOUT THE MENTAL HEALTH EFFECT OF SOCIAL ISOLATION ON VAMPIRES, LIKE SO MANY OF THE ONES WE MEET SURVIVE BECAUSE THEYRE AROUND PEOPLE ALL THE TIME AND MARIUS DOESNT HAVE THAT AND I WONDER HOW IT WOULD CHANGE HIM IF HIS SOCIAL NEEDS WERE MET

but wowie like

suffering alone in his cell

suffering alone in the Shrine

suffering alone while he paints his house even though the house is full of mortals but he's apart from them and can't really connect

suffering when he spends big sleeps in the shrine and wakes up dusty and disoriented

crying his eyes out in the garden after pandora leaves

ALSO WHEN HE'S JUST ON BENDERS KILLING SO MUCH HE'S SPILLING THE BLOOD HE CAN'T DRINK OR WHEN HE'S SCREAMING AND BEHEADING PEOPLE IN THE GARDEN ?? 🥵

but ALSO like, in general I would love to see more ancient memories because we don't get enough! I want to see him and Pandora in Antioch! Him and Mael the night the met! Him and Avicus! MAYBE THE MAEL'S HEAD SCENE? Him being groomed for his own murder! Him crying on the floor trying to clean Eudoxia's blood! Cuddling into the sarcophagus with Pandora! Making out with Avicus!

I was just thinking yesterday that next time I have money to waste I wanna commission art of him and Mael when they'd sit together and Mael would try to teach him songs. :(

18. I LOVE SUFFERING but i do like the contrast of hurt/comfort. We need the comfort to make the hurt gooder. But like I think !! Sometimes in different fandoms, you'll see that the themes of the source material pop up over and over in fics and stuff, and I think with VC it's such a huge theme that people just want to be loved, and how monsters can still be loved, and how we are not our worst deeds, that we can fuck up and still have value.

And it's a theme that I think gets applied unevenly in the canon, especially in the later books as Anne was just like keyboard smashing the blorbos and having fun. So like, since the POVs are so Lestat-Heavy we get a lot of Lestat knowing he's a bastard and still desiring love and goodness, and then other characters are loved unconditionally and we never really acknowledge that they're bastards, or I think steps get skipped where Lestat essentially winds up being the flawless Mary Sue character who is never accountable for anything he does--we still make it from Point A (fuckup does something terrible) to Point B (he is still loved) but I think it becomes less nuanced in the later books and we don't really spend time with the redemption arc. (An example is like, TOBT is ALL about how he fucks up and we really look closely at it and work through it, vs in the PL trilogy when he like noncon bites David and it's all fine and we don't even talk about it.) And using Lestat as an example because he gets the most screentime, but Marius is exactly the same, and it's further complicated that we never get POV from characters who dislike him LOL.

So to answer your question like, I love seeing him suffer because I love angst LOL but I root for him, I want him to know peace, and I think the story has a lot more potential for nuance than what we got in the books, which is why fandom is here. THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF TRANSFORMATIVE FICTION LOL. (To me lol, that's my mission here.) But if he doesn't suffer first there's no real value in his being at peace, that's boring LMAO where's the FLAVOR where's the CONFLICT; let him fuck up and suffer and destroy his entire life first so that we have a puzzle to work out to make his way back.

[echonidae]

a buncha headshot portraits! three out of five portraits, i'm finishing up the last two c: the sketches here are from way back in august/september, and i fiddled with them for some weeks on end trying to make Something out of them, then proceeded to frustratedly shelf the lot of them away. so it's nice to see at least these three all finished up now :') and they were really nice to work on too ;v;

but ohoho okay, this is a lot of announcements in one single post, so bear with me a moment :3c here's a tl;dr first: 1) headshot portraits as a new commission option maybe? :0ccc 2) commissions are opening again on monday, jan. 23rd! 3) separate commission info webpage for reading convenience (particularly for folks on mobile) 4) commission rules changes: payment in full & upfront, rather than half-and-half 5) two-slots-per-person rule will be no more and folks are free to send as many orders as they want, but any ones after the second will go into the queue instead 6) also a small change with unoccupied queue slots

the rest is under the readmore :')

so, i've been thinking about adding this sort of portrait as a commission option!! fairly simple compositions but fully rendered (because i darn love painting so much; cellshading is nice and all, but coloring it all in one layer is just... heart-eyes), on the big 2600px to 3800px canvases as well c: and i'm thinking of pricing commissions like these at 28 USD (feels like a good price but i'm accepting feedback on that — the point was to add something that's just straight up fully-rendered, but for the lower end of the pricetable, and the limitations of a headshot portrait feel fitting enough on both sides ;v; )

also portraits like these are fairly quick to draw, so the turnaround time would be fairly short! add to it that 1) these are fun, 2) i could use focusing on just the face and expressions rather than elaborate poses and all, 3) portraiture lighting my beloved, and 4) these are painted, and don't take forever to figure out or paint. :D but yeah, let me know what you think of the headshot portrait option!! would you folks be interested in something like this? :0c

and now hold on a moment, i have more things to say!! xD

commissions are reopening monday, jan. 23rd, at the usual 5pm BRT (UTC -3:00)!

6 active slots (previously known as regular slots; can't believe it's taken me years to figure out a better way of calling these orz), as well as another 24 slots on queue. these will remain open until further notice; money's tight right now, hence the lack of closing date :')

there should be plenty of slots either way tho, so no rush at all! but i apologize for the super short notice orz

also, i went and got all the commission info on a separate webpage on wix instead. here you go!

should be easier to access and read through stuff, particularly on mobile — or at least i sincerely hope it is, please leave me feedback if you can!!! let me know if you encounter Problems, i've looked and combed through every bit of these four (4) pages but i might have missed stuff still, pretty please let me know if you run into any Issues! ;-;

but yeah, the website has all the rules and info and all the different options as well, with extra examples and all. on monday, you'll also be able place orders directly through there, i made a little form and all c': technically the form is already there but pls don't send requests yet, i can't reserve slots ahead of time!

also also, and these are the last things i've got to say, i promise (and thank you if you've read this far!),

a couple commission rules are changing!

1) from this new batch onwards, i'll be charging commissions in full & upfront instead of the half-half system i'd been doing up until this point. the exception is if an order exceeds $80 USD; for those ones we'll return to the half-before-sketch + half-once-finished situation instead!

but how's that? :0c i hope this is alright, but please let me know if this would make commissions just... unaffordable ;o; i do really like the half-half system, and i'd rather keep it, but it's either this or raising prices, and i don't think i can do that yet :T either way, please let me know your thoughts on the matter!!

2) the only-two-slots-per-person rule will no longer be in effect, so go ham with multiple orders if you wish on monday — the caveat is that i'll still be working only on two orders at a time per person, so if you order three things, the third one will be placed at the end of the queue c:

looking back i could've... done this from the beginning. orz it should be more convenient to send multiple orders if you have 'em!

and finally, 3) if the queue list hits its closing date with slots still available, folks who have already ordered and would like to get in the queue again can go on and grab those empty queue slots if they want, instead of being limited to two slots per person per batch, and then having to wait for an entire new batch.

i opened this exception for the last round of commissions (thank you once again to the folks who wanted repeats ;-; ) so i thought i should just make it into a proper thing instead, since it does make sense to do it anyway — the queue list is purposefully filled with a ton of slots, then left open for weeks on end to make sure everyone interested can get their orders in, so letting folks claim those remaining slots after the deadline sounds fine ;v;

that being said, there won't be a deadline for this monday's batch, so this bit technically doesn't change anything xD but i thought i should mention the New Thing #6!

and that's it! that's all!

while i'm pretty set on most of these (specially the full-upfront-payment bit — again, money's tight orz), i'm still definitely open to feedback, and to change things if something doesn't work for you folks!! please do share your thoughts on it, or send a note if you'd rather!! and let me know if you have any questions too ;v; 

i apologize for the super short notice again (and for cramming all of this into a single post) orz i'll be sorting things out until 5pm on monday, and getting these last commissions posted as well c:

thank you again for reading all of this orz and please don't feel obligated to reply to all the points if you have thoughts on only a specific one, i'd rather hear a little feedback than none at all ;o;

all in all, hope at least these portraits look nice, they were fun to work on :') Oliver, Owen and Steffan (previously known as the Swordsman/the Warlock — yup he's got a name now!); i'll get the other two of Matthew and Coriander done and posted!

thanks again folks, have a nice friday! ;w;

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