#sweetened commission

[sweetenedteeth]

cute lil holiday comm for someone on discord!!

#art #artist #queer artist #furry artist #furry #anthro #not my oc #sweetened commission #sweetened queue #original character #digital art #commissions open #not my character #my art #fursona #not my fursona #digital aritst

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - implied non/con, extreme pet play, dehumanization, psychological/physical abuse, and unbalanced power dynamics.

commissioned piece. donate to palestinians in gaza here.

Sometimes, you really do think Suguru thinks of you as a pet.

It shouldn’t be as difficult to believe as it is. Of course you’d be less than human to him, less than equal to the god-like status he has among his followers. But, Suguru knows he’s not a god, and while you might not be the only person he claims to be superior to, you are the only one he keeps locked in a steel-barred dog crate padded only by thread-bare blankets and distant memories of what it felt like to sleep in a real bed. You’re special – albeit, not the kind of special you’d like to be. You can disregard most of his grandiose speeches about ‘complete non-sorcerer elimination’ and ‘killing off those worthless monkeys’ as the self-indulgent rambling of a deranged cult leader, but he doesn’t seem to be phoning it in when it comes to you.

He doesn’t talk to you. Communication occurs solely through blunt orders (come, sit, bark, etc.) or sweetened, syrupy baby-talk, cooed as his fingers card through your hair and pet down the length of your spine. You’re expected (something learned purely through trail and error, reward and punishment) to follow him around happily, to sit at his feet and clamber into his lap whenever his eyes find yours and he taps his thigh, that expectant smile already tugging at the corner of his lips. Depending on the day, you’re either coddled and adored like a beloved pet, allowed to walk on two legs rather than four and fed treats out of his open palm, or treated like a stray who’d wandered in off the street and refuses to leave. You do prefer the former to the latter, but it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, not if you’re being honest with yourself. Either way, you always seem to end up on your knees between his legs as he sits above you, a fist curled around your collar as he tells you to lick, puppy, lick.

Speaking of – you’re not allowed to wear clothes. You used to hate it, to steal his shirts and hide in closets, to do anything you could to salvage what little pride you had left, but it’s hard not to get used to something forced onto you so constantly. The only thing Suguru’s ever given you to wear is a simple, black, leather collar – studded with silver spikes and drawn tight enough to bite into your throat when he pulls on it, which he does often. You’re thankful he doesn’t make you wear those cutesy animal ear headbands or, god forbid, a tail, but not as thankful as you should be. As unbearable as it’d be, having him dress you up like a cat or a dog or some wide eyed, sexed-up rabbit would take the edge off. Like this, it’s harder to believe he thinks of you as an animal, as something cute and small and vulnerable that he can love and care for. It’s harder to deny that he knows you’re human – he just doesn’t see why that would ever mean you couldn’t also be his pet.

You think, when you’ve exhausted all other silver linings, that it’s (partially, at least) his excuse to keep you. You know what he does to people who aren’t like him, you’ve seen what he’s like at his worst, and you know that, if you weren’t his pet, you’d just be another non-sorcerer, another nuisance the world would be better off without. If you’re a pet, you can’t be a person, and if you’re not a person, it means he’s not going against his warped ideals when he pulls you close to his chest, when he ghosts his lips over the top of your head, when he fucks you so softly and so gently, you can almost believe he cares whether or not you enjoy it. Pets are supposed to be loved, and so he’s not doing anything wrong by loving you.

You know what would happen to you if you weren’t his pet, too, if he couldn’t make excuses for himself. You’ve seen how wide his smile can be when he comes home with blood on his clothes, how little effort it takes for him to hook his hands under your arms and carry you to his bed, already muttering about how perfect he’s going to make the world for his pretty, precious pet. You’re not allowed to leave his cramped apartment, but he talks about putting you on display for his acolytes as he ruts into you with an almost animalistic brutality, about showing all of those filthy, degenerative insects what a well-trained mutt looks like. You know that you should do more to fight back, that your humanity should be worth more to you than a few half-hearted escape attempts and the occasional pained whine, but you’ve seen see what he can do, heard about the dismembered bodies he leaves to rot in a ditch behind his temple, and—

And, no matter how much you hate him for it, no matter how much you hate yourself for it, it’s true.

When it comes down to it, you’d rather be his pet than be nothing at all.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk #yandere geto suguru #geto x reader #suguru x reader

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Biden wants to ban ripoff “financial advisors”

I'll be at the Studio City branch of the LA Public Library on Monday, November 13 at 1830hPT to launch my new novel, The Lost Cause. There'll be a reading, a talk, a surprise guest (!!) and a signing, with books on sale. Tell your friends! Come on down!

Once, American workers had "defined benefits pensions," where their employers promised to pay them a certain amount every year from their retirement to their death. Jimmy Carter swapped that out for 401(k)s, "market" pensions where you have to guess which stocks will be valuable or starve in your old age:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/25/derechos-humanos/#are-there-no-poorhouses

The initial 401(k) rollout had all kinds of pot-sweeteners that made them seem like a good deal, like heavy employer matching that doubled or even tripled the value of every dollar you put into the market for your retirement. But over the years, as Reaganomics took hold and workers' power ebbed away, all these goodies were clawed back. In the end, the market-based pension makes you the sucker at the poker table, flushing your savings into a rigged casino that is firmly tilted in favor of finance barons and other eminently guillotineable plutocrats.

Neoliberalism is many things, but most of all it is a cult of individualism. The fact that three generations of workers are nows facing down retirement without pensions that will provide them with secure housing and food – let alone money to see the odd movie, buy birthday gifts for their grandkids, or enjoy a meal out now and then – is framed as millions of individual failures, not a systemic one.

In other words, if you are facing food insecurity and homelessness after a lifetime of hard work, it's because you saved wrong. Perhaps you didn't save enough (through a 40-year run of wage stagnation and skyrocketing housing, health and education costs). Or perhaps you saved wrong, making the wrong bets on the stock market. If you can't afford to run your air conditioner during a heat dome, that's on you: you should have been better at stocks.

Apologists for this system will say that you don't have to be good at stocks – you just have to pay an Independent Financial Advisor to pick the stocks for you and you'll be fine. But IFAs don't work for free! What if you can't afford one?

Enter "predatory inclusion" – the practice of offering scammy, overpriced and substandard products to poor people and declaring it to be a good deed, because otherwise, those poor people would have to do without. The crypto bubble relied heavily on this: think of Spike Lee and others shilling for pump-and-dump scams as a way of "building Black wealth":

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/07/07/business/media/cryptocurrency-seeks-the-spotlight-with-spike-lees-help.html

More recently, Intuit and other scammy tax-prep services have argued against the IRS's plan to offer free tax preparation as bad for Black and brown people, because it will deny them the chance to be deceived and ripped off with TurboTax:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/27/predatory-inclusion/#equal-opportunity-scammers

Back in 2018, Trump won the predatory inclusion Olympics, when his Department of Labor let the Fifth Circuit abolish the "Fiduciary Rule" for Independent Financial Advisors:

https://www.investopedia.com/updates/dol-fiduciary-rule/

What was the Fiduciary Rule? It said that your IFN had to put your interests ahead of their own. Like, if there were two different funds you could bet on, and one would pay your IFN a big commission, while the other would be a better bet for you, the IFN couldn't put your retirement savings into the fund that offered them a bribe.

When Trump killed the Fiduciary Rule, he proclaimed it a victory for poor people, especially Black and brown people. After all, if IFNs weren't allowed to accept bribes for giving you bad financial advice, then they would have to make up the difference by charging you for good advice. If you couldn't afford that advice, well, you'd have to make bad retirement investments on your own, without the benefit of their sleazy self-dealing.

The Biden Administration wants to change that. Biden's Acting Labor Secretary is Julie Su, and she's very good at her job. Last spring, she forced west coast dockworkers' bosses to cough up the contract they'd stalled on for a year, with 8-10% raises for every worker, owed retroactively:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/16/that-boy-aint-right/#dinos-rinos-and-dunnos

Su has proposed a way to reinstate the Fiduciary Rule, as part of the Biden Administration's war on junk fees, estimating that this will increase retirees' net savings by 20%:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-11-07-julie-su-labor-retirement-savers/

The new rule will force advisors who cheat their clients to pay restitution, and will require them to deliver all their advice in writing so that this cheating can be detected and punished.

The industry is furious, of course. They claim that "The Market (TM)" will solve this: if you get bad retirement savings advice and end up homeless and starving, then you will choose a different advisor in your next life, after you are reincarnated (I guess?).

And of course, they're also claiming that forcing IFNs to stop cheating their clients will deny poor people access to expert (bad) advice. As the Financial Services Institute's Dale Brown says, this will have a "negative impact on Main Street Americans’ access to financial advice":

https://www.fa-mag.com/news/legal-challenge-predicted-for-new-dol-fiduciary-proposal-75257.html

Here's that rule – read it for yourself, then submit a comment expressing your views on it. The government wants to hear from you, and administrative law requires them to act on the comments they receive:

https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2023/11/03/2023-23782/proposed-amendment-to-prohibited-transaction-exemptions-75-1-77-4-80-83-83-1-and-86-128

Su is part of a wave of progressive, technically skilled regulators in the Biden administration that resulted from a horse-trading exercise called the Unity Task Force, which divvied up access to top appointments among the progressive wing and the finance wing of the Democratic Party. The progressive appointments are nothing short of incredible – the most competent and principled agency leaders America has seen in half a century:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/23/getting-stuff-done/#praxis

But then there's the finance wing's appointments, like Judge Jacqueline Scott Corley, who ruled against Lina Khan's attempt to block the rotten Microsoft/Activision merger (don't worry, Khan's appealing):

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/14/making-good-trouble/#the-peoples-champion

Perhaps the worst, though, is Biden's Secretary of Commerce Gina Raimondo, a private equity ghoul who did a stint for the notorious wreckers Bain Capital before founding her own firm. Raimondo has stuffed her department full of Goldman Sachs alums, and has sidelined labor and civil society groups as she sets out to administer everything from the CHIPS Act to regulating ChatGPT.

As Henry Burke writes for the Revolving Door Project and The American Prospect, Raimondo's history as a corporate raider, her deference to the finance sector, and she and her husband's conflicts of interest from their massive stakes in companies she's regulating all serve to undermine Biden's agenda:

https://prospect.org/economy/2023-11-08-commerce-secretary-gina-raimondo-undercutting-bidenomics/

When the administration inevitably complains that its popular economic programs aren’t breaking through the media coverage, they’ll have no one to blame but themselves.

The Unity Task Force gave us generationally important policymakers, but ultimately, it's a classic "pizzaburger." If half your family wants pizza, and the other half wants burgers, and you serve them something halfway in between that makes none of them happy, you haven't made a wise compromise – you've just made an inedible mess:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/17/pizzaburgers/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/08/fiduciaries/#but-muh-freedumbs

#pluralistic #julie su #fiduciary rule #intergenerational warfare #aging #retirement #401ks #old age #pensions #finance #pizzaburgers #Gina Raimondo

[libraford]

We are having a rough 2023 and it's about to get rougher.

Our attempt to buy a home fell through, our attempt to move to a cheaper apartment fell through, my car needed over 1k$ in emergency repairs, stuff keeps breaking, and this month (july) our roommates are moving into their own house, which means my rent is doubled until my fiancée can find a job and/or we can get a roommate to replace them. I can make just barely enough to cover rent at my job, but it leaves very little room for food and utilities. I'm looking into subsistence programs.

Roommates were the owners of a lot of the furniture, kitchen gadgets, electronics, etc. We're getting a lot of furniture from relatives, garage sales, and buy nothing groups, but there's a handful of items that will be difficult to obtain or that are little things that add up.

Here's how you can help.

We have an Amazon wishlist, which is mostly kitchen things that we need, plus a few things that would be nice to have. We will be adding some things to the list as our roommates pack their stuff and we take inventory of our shared spaces.

I have written a lot of things. Here's a book about pretending to be a god in rural Appalachia for money, and its sequel about how many ways a wedding can go awry. Or are you nostalgic for pre-covid problems? The Glue Famine chronicles my journey through a retail trend that baffled everyone involved. Buying a book encourages authors to write more books and that is a threat!

I have two excellent cartomancy decks. The Sweeney Tarot is 10 years old and it's still a fan favorite. I just released a 10 year anniversary edition with better quality print and a nicer box.

There is also my new, experimental oracle: The Motif Deck. You can read more about this deck and what sets it apart from other decks here.

Here is my etsy, which is where you can get some cool iron on patches.

Here is my redbubble where you can get some cool stickers and other stuff, especially if you like moths or weird animals. Lots of queer things there, too! Redbubble stickers are strong enough to hold up as bumper stickers- I have noticed, if that sweetens the deal.

Here's where you can order prints of my erasure art paintings.

Also if you like some of my photos from @photo-critter some of the nature and animal ones are available for prints as well.

And if you just want to help out without getting anything in return, there is always sending a donation via Kofi.

There is absolutely no obligation to contribute, but if you've enjoyed my stories or seen something you like and needed an excuse to buy it, or if you just want to help, really we appreciate anything that comes our way.

Thank you, once again, to everyone that has offered to help. Even if its just the tiniest bit of a commission from a sticker- it helps.

#help #mutual aid #trying not to feel shameful about asking for help.

[supernaturalfreewill]

"Dean," you said, immediately recognizing his pleasantly gruff voice on the other end of the phone. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you again so soon."

He laughed, easily hearing the smile in your voice. You were happy to hear from him... and he was happy you'd answered. Even just hearing your voice was enough some days. "Yeah, well, I just can't get enough of you, no matter how much time we spend together," he said. That was absolutely true...

You loved the smile in his voice. You found yourself biting your bottom lip. "Is that so?"

"It's true. So, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up. I think I found a vamp nest in Minnesota. With Sam out of commission, I could definitely use the help."

"Well, is it me or my blade you're wanting?" you teased him.

"Can't it be a little of both?" he flirted back. "Though, I have to warn you that we'll have to surveil the place for a while so you'd be stuck with me in the Impala for hours on end... that may dissuade you," he laughed.

"Dissuade me? Dean, you're just sweetening the deal. Where do I meet you?"

"Morraine Motel outside of Minneapolis?"

You laughed again, feeling your cheeks flushing even though you know it wasn't his intention to imply anything. "Right to the motel? Wow, you do work fast," you joked.

"Wh—uhh... No, that isn't—uhh—" he sputtered awkwardly, feeling his own face and chest grow hot at the implication. "No, I didn't mean—"

You cut him off with another laugh. "Relax, hotshot. I know you didn't mean anything by it. I'm just teasing you." Flustered Dean was maybe your favorite thing ever.

Dean cleared his throat and laughed nervously. "Right... unless... you want me to mean something by it?"

There was a beat on the other end of the phone and then your voice came back a bit silky. "I'll see you at the motel, Dean."

Dean gulped and hung up, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel. This was going to feel like the longest damn drive of his life....

Prompt: "I just can't get enough of you, no matter how much time we spend together."

#dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #spn imagines #dean winchester drabbles #dean gif imagines #supernatural fics #spn family

[eldritch-spouse]

Wow I make a lot of money doing nsfw art, oh but I'll only be doing this for a bit longer or in the future if I really need the money.

Gotta focus more on my professional art career :] I'll open a few more slots for nsfw art then I'll stop.

Oh I got a commission from a… Daddy Vesper?

You glance at the letter that arrived in your mailbox.

It's written in probably the finest cursive handwriting you've ever seen in your entire life, an absolutely gorgeous swirl of dark ink on pink-tinted durable paper. It's almost hard to read the verbose message shaped onto it, but this is clearly in english.

You lean in to smell the delivery, getting mesmerized by a strong wave of sweetened floral and fruity scents, something that reminds you of sunny Spring days and the softness of a lover's gentle caress across your cheek. Oddly specific sentiments to get evoked by something as ambiguous as a scent, but you're fascinated. Greedy impulse has you inhaling several times just to savor it and- Is that a hair? Fur? Pink fur in the envelope... Huh.

Well. It's definitely some kind of commission. You haven't the faintest idea as to why you haven't been contacted in one of your online accounts, as that's where you're most professionally active, but maybe this is the result of telling the locals about your skills. Some posh and pompous person reaching out in a needlessly exuberant way. But... Oh. Oh the pay...

Your client doesn't tell you what they want. Not at all. In the midst of his borderline flirtatious prose, they insist that you must reach out to them so that the two of you can discuss the art itself for they have very specific tastes apparently. Not a problem.

What is a problem, is that they want you to summon them. Idiot that you are, you fail to recognize the royal seal of Lust, but you do know your client is demonic. If you knew what you were inviting into your home, you'd probably never have gone through with it to begin with. Or maybe you would, the temptation might be too great to ignore.

All you see is the floor tearing apart and furniture flying to the walls as ethereal pinks and purples blaze into your retinas and a giant of a demon manifests in your home, sighing his pleasure at being contacted so readily.

There are no words for you to describe what you're looking at. No words but the epitome of carnality. Squatting before you, witch cloths that cover nothing at all, massive pink form spread and wanton as he curls a digit at you.

You can't think, you can't speak, the scent from before clogs your cranium and burns its gray mass to a crisp.

" I'm so very glad you received my letter, contacting you involved more hurdles than anticipated. " He purrs. " But I wanted our exchange to be more than just a clatter of nails on a keyboard, I want it to be physical, intimate, special. "

A heavily muffled voice in the back of your head screams that this is no standard demon standing before you. That you're in great danger. But you can hardly bring yourself to care, it's much easier to get lost in the glow of his magenta hues.

" Ohhh what I haven't heard about your talents! " The large tendril attached to his head sways amorously and both gluttonous mouths grin.

" You will show me. But first, let me show you some of mine. "

#Vesper oc

[writingquestionsanswered]

how can i make a fake framed traitor out of an extremely kind, virtuous and genuine character that the main character trusts wholeheartedly? what could i use to make the MC and reader be like ‘yes this is unlikely but unfortunately makes sense’ just to make a reveal later?

Making a Framed Traitor Seem Genuine

There are three things you can do to make a framed traitor seem like they're genuinely a traitor...

1 - Make the Motive Make Sense - Any traitorous act must have an underlying motive... the reason that anyone would commit the traitorous act to begin with. So the key is to find a way to make that motive make sense for that character, no matter how random it may seem. Like, maybe a side benefit to committing the traitorous act is a cash windfall, and maybe the framed character also happened to recently mentioned being in need of cash for some legitimate reason. It may not mean they're guilty, but the motive fits.

2 - Sweeten the Pot with a Little Plausible Deniability - Try to think of some additional coincidental thing that will make them look even more guilty, but which also gives them some plausible deniability. Like, maybe one of the orchestrators of this traitorous act also happens to own a popular night club in town. And maybe the framed character is known to never go to night clubs, ever, but maybe one night they were peer pressured into attending a barely known co-worker's bachelorette party, and during that party they got separated from the group and had to wander into several different nightclubs trying to find the group again. And maybe they happened to wander into the bad person's nightclub without even knowing it, and were spotted going into said nightclub by one of the about-to-be-betrayed friends, which obviously looks very bad for the framed person. Because now, in addition to having a reasonable motive for the betrayal they are accused of, they've also been seen in a place that suggests an association with one of the other perpetrators. And although they have the plausible deniability ("I didn't go there because I wanted to... I was looking for the group I was with...) there's no way they can prove that's true.

3 - Drop a Few Other Subtle Hints - That may be enough to make your character look guilty when they're not, but if you need to, you could drop in one or a few other hints earlier on in the story that accomplish the same thing on a more subtle level. Something that will look bad in retrospect but hardly be noticeable at the time. Like, maybe one of the soon-to-be-betrayed friends invites them to their slam poetry reading, and the framed person texts at the last minute that they can't come because they have to work late (which is actually true), and then later the group will learn that Team Bad did some big thing that night. At the time it seems like nothing, but in retrospect--thinking that framed-character was involved in the traitorous act, now it makes sense that they missed the slam poetry night because... of course! They were actually with Team Bad doing the bad thing they did that night. Again, this wouldn't occur to the characters or reader at the time, but when connecting the dots in retrospect, it all adds up. Of course, the reality is it was just a coincidence and they really were at work that night.

Just be careful not to go too far in making them look really guilty. You don't want to weight them down with so many coincidences that look bad that they always look a little guilty, even once absolved.

Happy writing!

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[oozeandgoo-art]

You guys ever heard of Fandom Trumps Hate? It's a charity auction where people trade fannish services for money that goes to, obviously, charity.

I signed up this year. You can find my page here: I'm doing a half-price commission ($15/hour instead of current $30/hour rates). This looks like it's going to be the only commission I'm even going to consider touching this year, for the record, if that sweetens the deal any.

The entire auction is a really cool thing, and you should definitely look around to see if there's anything special on there to catch your eye. It's for a good cause and everything!

#atm my name on here is just 'red' this is because i am a bit of a dumdum and i thought they were asking for my name instead of my username #i sent them a request to fix it so maybe when YOU see it it won't be that way LOL #anyway. go for it or don't. i do hope someone gets me a transformer to draw though LOL #update #fandom trumps hate

[flwrbo]

red dress (jean k. x reader)

(summary : you’re his muse) fluff blurb ! 576 words

written w @gojonator !!! my wife & bestie

"Hold still," Jean says, his tongue poking out between his lips as he looks between you and his canvas.

"I'm trying," You reply, adjusting your posture. "But my butt is starting to hurt from sitting on this stool for so long."

Jean looks up from his painting with a smirk. "Well, when I'm done, I can kiss it better."

"Jean!" You squeal. "If I wasn't modeling for you right now, I'd throw something at your head."

He chuckles. "Okay, okay. I'm not trying to take forever, but I wanna get everything perfect. You're the best muse." He says dipping his brush into some red paint. "Just a little longer, baby and that's it."

"I feel like I'm in the Titanic," You joke, rolling your back out a little.

"Hopefully my career doesn't tank like that did," Jean snorts, repositioning his hand on the brush.

"Jean! Don't say that, you'll jinx it." His girlfriend chastises him, returning to your position. "And it won't. You heard what those stuffy business guys were saying at your exhibit. They want you."

"Well, they're gonna want you after they see this painting." He scoffs out a laugh, painting where the neckline of your dress swoops into a V.

"I'll sweeten up a deal for you, Jean Kirstein."

"I don't know if that's romantic or offensive."

You shrug on the seat you sit on. "Depends on how much you end up banking,"

"Shut up, you're distracting me," He laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes before returning to his work.

Some time passes in silence, allowing you to take this time to admire how good your boyfriend looks. Opting out of a shirt, he wears a painter's smock with black jeans on under it. His eyes are intense as he takes in your figure, committing it to detail on the canvas.

"Say, am I getting a percentage from this commission?"

"I can think of a few ways to pay you back," He snorts, looking up at you.

"If it doesn't involve a check, then I don't wanna hear it," His girlfriend jokes.

Jean ignores your comment and asks you to turn slightly, trying to make sure every angle is depicted accurately.

"What are you gonna call this piece anyway? Is it gonna be like the Mona Lisa? Just my name? Imagine someone saying my name is their favorite piece of artwork." You daydream.

"Don't slouch," Jean says, studying your features before going back to painting. "And I already think that about you every day."

You sit up straight like you were asked, and your actions are accompanied by a slight blush at her boyfriend's compliment.

"And... Done!" The brunette man sighs out, finalizing the last brush stroke. "Come look."

You waste no time getting out of your seat and rush to Jean's side. "Oh my god, it's beautiful, Jean." You admire the piece. It looked exactly like you, and every strand of hair and lace detail in the dress was perfectly on display.

"Not as beautiful as the real thing." He stares up at you.

“You sap,” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss. He exhales, slotting his lips against yours as he rolls his shoulders. “Jean,” You pull away, resting your hands against his jaw. “You are so talented. Truly.” He stares deeply into your eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “‘M so proud of you. I love you.”

He kisses you. “I love you,” Again. “I love you.”

#<3.jean #jean kirstein x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein fluff #attack on titan fluff #<3.rielle

[sweetenedteeth]

sketch commission for @puppetsematary !! < 3

Want some sweet art that can only be beat by even sweeter deals? Check out my pinned post for commission info, or shoot me a DM with any questions you may have!! < 3

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

How does Yves celebrate our birthday?

(P.S. thank you for the delicious content!)

However you want to celebrate. It could be as simple as having you make a wish and blow the candle out on the succulent birthday cake in the solitude of his living room, or as grand as a ballroom party where you invite all your friends and families, you get to dance in the most intricate dresses and suits made by his own skilled hands.

You would think that he commissioned the world's best fashion designer to create your outfits, but it was all himself after months of preparation. Yves would painstakingly hand sew every sequin, every bead, and it's this level of detail that makes your dress stand out.

Yves would work with teams of event managers and certified professional hires to facilitate your birthday. He would lead, even having a hand in the kitchen. He creates the menu and ensures that everyone he hired has the same faces throughout, because training starts a year prior to your big day. He remembers everyone's names, everyone's probability of making mistakes and ability to handle a variety of strange and unlikely scenarios.

His staff members would be confused and terrified as to why Yves has protocols if an armed intruder were to crash the party. Each person has their designated evacuation sites and roles to keep you, the guests and themselves safe. Most would already decide to back out after he handed them a thick booklet that details all the programmes happening on the day and all the potential scenarios they might face. Yves has his lawyers present with briefcases of waivers, NDAs and other binding contracts.

They thought that he was some sort of dangerous figure, better not involve themselves into something that they're going to regret. No pay is high enough to compromise their safety. But those who stuck around for years realized that he's just an extremely careful man who loves his darling to death.

The bomb-diffusing classes he required them to take were never put to use, they never once had to use a firearm to protect themselves and the guests, they never had to apprehend anyone who tried poisoning the food and the intensive first aid, toxin control and chemical dossiers they had to memorize by heart wasn't too useful. At most, they just had to deal with minor scrapes and burns in the kitchen. It's just a normal, lavish birthday party with friendly faces. Where the special birthday person is just a civilian who Yves spoils rotten.

He has over two hundred members, yet he knows the details of every single one. Even if two had the same name, he knows which is which. Yves remembers and they know that, which added more pressure on their shoulders. It always freaked them out when Yves caught them slacking off and he called them by their full name, with perfect pronunciation no matter how ethnic.

They cannot trick him into thinking they're supposed to be on break. There are numerous other employees, there is no way he remembers the roster for the day, right? Wrong, he was the one who made the schedules after all. And that unnerves them, he's just like a machine!

However, they appreciate being seen and valued individually. They're not just another tool to him, they're human with their own specific strengths, weaknesses and Yves sees that. It in turn motivates them to do their best. That, and the fact they cannot worm their way out of trouble at all. Reward and fear go hand in hand.

While he prepares for the biggest annual event 12 months prior, Yves somehow managed to spend enough time with you without raising suspicions of the surprise. Of course, you know it is going to be outstanding every year, you just don't know the true magnitude of preparation conducted by Yves.

On the day of your celebration, Yves would be in the kitchen, cooking your meals. It's going to follow the same menu he and the other senior chefs crafted, but yours is a lot more personalized- salted, sweetened or spiced to your liking. The rest of his kitchen staff focused on massive batch production to cater to potentially thousands of attendees.

Only Yves would be allowed to do your makeup and hair. You wouldn't want anyone else anyways, they couldn't compare to his skills and his knowledge of what you're trying to go for.

You spend the entire day being praised, loved and revered on stage. Yves standing by your side at all times as his entertainment team facilitates the event.

Dozens of photographers capture every angle of the happiest possible moments. His personal hidden video cameras running and feeding data back to his vault in real time.

You get to eat with the group of people you cared for the most, or if you rather eat with him alone, he will also humor you.

In the end, you would go home exhausted but happy. He will take care of you; by preparing a fresh set of comfortable clothes while you take a shower. If there's something particularly difficult to remove, such as hairspray or silicone prosthetics, he will help you with no complaints. The mess is left to Yves's loyal team to clean up.

He will give his employees a week to recoup before jumping right back into planning for your next birthday. Yves has to rent a moving truck every year just to transport all your presents from the ballroom to his home.

Or, perhaps you think that's an overwhelming way to celebrate another year of being alive. Maybe you wanted a gathering, but in a much smaller scale.

Then, he would host a party at his house. Yves will be in charge of the food, the decor and the activities. You don't have to lift a single finger, a number of his hires would also be involved, just that you wouldn't see them around. Yves tried working with your friends and families for the surprise, but their intent mostly doesn't align his. It's either that they're grossly wrong in thinking what you really wanted, they're trying to put the spotlight on themselves or they just don't take it as seriously as they should.

You would notice on your special day, his living room looked quite different from what you're used to. His gothic flair wasn't as pronounced, anything fragile was hidden and all other doors aside from the kitchen's and the bathroom's are locked shut.

Colourful banners, posters and ribbons that fit the theme you wanted decorated the walls, inflated balloons made the place lively and there was constant upbeat background music playing.

He provides extra seating, there is a zone just for children and teenagers with a plethora of toys, gadgets, game consoles, books and art materials. He brought in a couple of his team members who he knows work great with children to supervise the area. Yves made it as appealing as possible to people who tend to be disruptive when bored (usually ages 16 and below), so that they would stay contained there and not interrupt the 'adults'.

If some happened to breach containment, he would send his handlers a death glare for not doing a good enough job as he guided them back into the room.

But otherwise, Yves would be going in and out of the kitchen, holding trays of homemade food. He allows you to mingle with your guests, even those who are in the wretched "zone". Yves will begrudgingly step foot inside just to be with you, everyone felt the horrifying aura emanating from him though.

The children would play with you, but avoid Yves like the plague.

He would fix your plate of food for you, filling your cup with your favourite drink when it's empty and generally babying you. Yves wants you to enjoy the day, to forget that report deadline, your exams or that urgent email. He is going to handle it.

Just tell him whenever you're tired, he will drive everyone out of his house in his own polite, manipulative, reality bending way almost instantly.

You could either spend the day opening gifts or taking a nap. Yves is simply happy you had a good time.

Or,

You perhaps prefer a much smaller audience to please. A dinner with your friends or family at a nice, trusted restaurant, a maximum of 10 guests. In all three scenarios, Yves must bake the cake and help you dress up. He is the only one you trust to do so.

Yves would send out the invitations to them, deeply observing their life so that he could ensure they're coming. It would mean the world to you for them to attend, he doesn't want to see you disappointed.

The week leading up to your special day, he will do everything in his power to clear their schedules for you, be it from sabotaging their romantic relationships so they wouldn't abandon your little gathering for date nights, to slipping subconscious reminders to take their medications so they wouldn't be too depressed, anxious or psychotic to come, to poisoning their lecturers so they would have an extended deadline for their assignments, to intercepting the news of their dead relative first, so they wouldn't go to their funeral or mourn on that day, to calling them and dishing out insane guilt trips and/or threats.

The effort was all worth it to see your gleeful face smiling at the full attendance.

Of course, this is all paid by Yves. At the end of the day, you would come back home a year older with a full heart and stomach. Your guests would come home to clean up the mess Yves made in order to make them show up.

Or,

You don't want anyone else. You just want him to be there with you on your birthday. And you wanted to be involved in the process.

He will be more than happy to set up a romantic candle lit dinner at home, cooking a delicious, well portioned meal for two. He follows whatever tradition you're used to doing well.

You will receive a present from Yves, usually it's something you desperately yearned for, but never told anyone. It's fascinatingly eerie how he could figure it out every year.

You could pipe icing onto the cake you and him baked earlier. Laughing at the lopsidedness of your handicrafts while Yves kisses you on the temple for helping him in the kitchen.

It wouldn't be as grand, as flashy or as lively as the first two. Not by a long shot.

It's quiet, peaceful and sweet. But never lonely or empty.

As Yves is right there with you, teaching you how to hold a piping bag correctly. A pint of handmade icing wasted later, you managed your first successful border.

He hugged you from behind and praised your abilities. You melted into his touch as he pressed his lips on the top of your head.

The two of you shared a slice, because you were stuffed from the main course. Anyone could tell that the edible decor was made by someone inexperienced. But Yves didn't care, neither should you.

It's your birthday, and you get to decide how to celebrate it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[penvisions]

dev’s stressed + commissions?

there is absolutely no pressure but any and all help is appreciated beyond words. i really don't know where i would be without y'all here in my phone

ko-fi account

i'm even open to doing drabble / one shot commissions (500-2.5k words) if that helps to sweeten the deal? i've entertained the thought in the past but now seems a good time to revisit it. it's about what i can do to improve my situation now while my job takes their time.

payments could be posted to my ko-fi but the conversations can take place here via dms. payment is not required until the prompt is accepted and completed. there will be the offer for a private exchange of the finished fic (email) or for it to be posted on my page here with appropriate tags and mentions. i'm thinking of opening up 5/6 slots and keeping a rotation depending on how this idea works out?

commission criteria:

any pedro boy (even those we haven't seen yet like lucien)

can be 'x reader' or 'x original character'

could be one shots from universes i've already established

any genre

can be a specific prompt / phrase

$20-25?

#dev talks #personal #mobility issues #limited mobility #medical stuff #medical issues #life is hard #ko-fi #ko fi support #artists on kofi #dev writes #commissions #writing commissions #fic writing #fanfiction

[elwenyere]

hello! I just have to say that I have fallen head-over-heels in love with what you’ve shared of your CodyWan pirate AU (the tension! the drama!) and I’m ~dying~ to read more! Do you have plans to post it anytime soon?

Ahhh hello!!! Thank you so much for this message and for the very generous interest in the Pirate AU!!! It's so encouraging and motivating to hear the snips feel enticing enough to whet the appetite for more. <3<3<3

The current plan for the fic involves four chapters and an epilogue, and because I cannot write in a straight line for love or gold doubloons, I will have to finish the whole thing before I start posting. Unfortunately, I also haven't been able to make a ton of progress on fic lately because I've been pulled away by the writing I have to do for my job (rude). But I can tell you that Pirate AU is currently in my top-three most active WIPs. The incredible @frostbitebakery has been collabing on some gorgeous character designs. And I would also love to offer you an additional snip, from the very start of the fic, to help sweeten the waiting period:

Of all the dangers that could befall a post-captain in the Coruscant Navy in the first months of a new commission, happening across a Geonosian man of war was bad; a run-in with pirates was worse; and any encounter with the pirate known as Kenobi was the most lethal by far. 

So, of course, the first thing Captain Cody Fett saw when his ship rounded the Cape of Carida after a near escape from a hundred-gun Geonoasian frigate was the winged blade on Kenobi’s flag. 

And the second was the pirate corsair’s cannons, fully manned and arrayed directly in their path.

Cody had let the pirates board. He’d had few other options. There was no room and no time to bring his own sloop around safely in the rocky shoals of the Cape, and the ship had already sustained damage to the hull in the skirmish with the Geonosians. 

The men had taken their share of hits too: Cody could still feel the evidence in the thick thumb of pain prodding his left side - the place where he’d felt the shattered metal from a dislodged long gun slice its way through his skin.

#codywan #pirate au #thank you so much for this ask!!! #it means so much to hear the fic feels worth looking forward to #and i will do my very best to set my sails for high speed

[kurenai-works]

Sometimes, all it takes is the making of a cake to sweeten your day. 🐶🍓🎧

Valentines commission for an anonymous client, featuring Xolotl and their OC.

#kurenai-artwork #furry #furry art #dog furry #xolotl #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo

[artbyblastweave]

Which Fallout game would you recommend to someone who's played none of them?

Depends on how you like to spend your time. Discounting a couple wild-swing-and-miss games that are only dubiously canon, Fallout games can be roughly grouped into the West Coast games- a trilogy composed of Fallout, Fallout 2, and Fallout: New Vegas- and the Bethesda-headed East Coast Games, consisting of Fallout 3, Fallout 4, and Fallout 76 (the last of which is a multiplayer game-as-service that I don't own a machine powerful enough to play. I hear mixed things.)

The east coast games lean heavily into Bethesda's house style- big, lovingly-crafted open worlds, a heavy focus on exploration and environmental storytelling, satisfying dungeon-crawl-based loot loops, and so on. They aren't well written and from 4 onward they aren't terribly deep RPGs. In particular I can recommend 4 as a fun romp that's quite accessible from a gameplay perspective but a really bad showing of what the rest of the series is about thematically- a lot was lost in a push for mass market appeal. If you liked Skyrim there's a good chance you'd like Fallout 4, except I'd argue wholeheartedly that Skyrim had worldbuilding as a priority to a much greater extent than 4 even at its nadir. It's set in Boston, if that sweetens the pot at all. It did for me.

By contrast the west coast fallout games are in fact actively well-written and invite engagement from a lit-crit perspective. There are themes and shit. Of the west coast trilogy I'd recommend Fallout: New Vegas (and I'd recommend it above Fallout 4), in no small part because It's the only one of the three created in a 3d engine (the first two are top-down isometric) and it strikes a decent balance between the open-world go-anywhere philosophy of an elder scrolls game and the meaningful-choices-they-thought-of-everything RPG sensibilities. The only minor downside is that It's an indirect sequel/finale in regard to the first two games, which means there's a significant number of callbacks, returning characters, and returning factions that are rendered slightly more legible by having played the first two games. But not much more legible- you get the gist of everyone's deal just by playing and talking to everyone. There's also a decent amount of jank on numerous fronts because it was basically commissioned as a spinoff game in under 18 months but taking that mulligan into account it sort of becomes even better, pound for pound. Play this if you liked Disco Elysium and want to play a game that's significantly less heavy than that on all fronts but also lets you be a cowboy and get in shootouts with Fascist roman larpers and robots and shit. Play it even if that doesn't sound good. Play it. Play Fallout: New Vegas. Play it

#ask #asks #meta #thoughts #fallout

[angelfoxx]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “I’M…WHAT?”

…in which they give you a pet-name.

FEATURING: albedo, alhaithem, ayato, & beidou.

WARNINGS: none!

NOTE/S: still hoarding requests 🥱 i kinda wanna do more of these, lmk if u want me to!

ALBEDO

✧ For once in his life, the genius is stumped. Sort of. Calling you a nickname rather than just your name is unheard of for him — the furthest he’s gone with addressing someone familiarly would be dropping Kaeya’s title and regarding him simply as “Kaeya” — so it’s not too wild that he’s a bit worked up over how to address you. Does he have to ask you first? Is it considered kinder if he does? What if you don’t like it? What is he supposed to call you? He’s initially trying to take inspiration from his surroundings in Dragonspine, but considering his only living company consists of hilichurls, slimes, and Fatui agents, he decides there’s little to no appropriate inspiration in the mountains. When you come to visit and tag along on another of his expeditions and stumble across a flower — a little white-petaled thing that has a scientific name that you’d perhaps find boring and that you instead call a “snow flower” — he gets his little aha! moment. He ask if you like the flower — like, really like it, to the point where you get a little confused — but the next time you visit, he greets you with a smile and a fresh one he has definitely been working on growing in abundance SPECIFICALLY for you and replaces your name with “snow flower.” Eventually slips up and calls you “my snow flower”. Kaeya finds out and thinks it’s fucking hilarious.

ALHAITHEM

✧ The mere concept of sweetening up your name makes him slightly embarrassed. Yes, you two are…something, but he keeps up that half-scholar, half-anti-relationships wall pretty hard. He feels weird not — everyone else in relationships calls their partner by some cute nickname, not their full governmental address first name, so shouldn’t he? Sure, he’s not at all a follower of what everyone else does, but when it comes to untouched territory he has never had a relationship or sex ever argue with the wall he gets a bit confused. This isn’t the kind of thing he can study or debunk for himself, and so he now has to take on the difficult role of finding a nickname for you that isn’t weird, makes you feel good and doesn’t make him flustered. Spoiler, that last point will not be met, ever. He’ll hide it pretty well, sure — he’s bit abrasive and quick anyways — but the first time he chokes over calling you something as simple as “hon” (he was going for “honey” and did not quite get there) he seemed awful eager to get moving on task again. If you question it, he just sort-of defensively asks if you don’t like it. When you say you like it, he just sort of looks at you and goes “okay” and continues with whatever he was doing. When you first address him by the same name, he ignores it but, huh, his ears flush a little. Funny. Corner him about it later, would you?

AYATO

✧ He’s not shy about doing it. Actually, he gets a little enjoyment out of seeing you get a little flustered if he calls you something other than your name — he’ll do it much more in private, considering that he has a reputation to keep. Calling you pet names in public would probably not bode well for him and his stature. However, when it’s just the two of you, or maybe you two and Ayaka, or even if you two are just roaming the estate, he’ll drop a nickname. He experiments with a few — nothing lewd, of course, he prefers the classy ones — just to see which one gets you the most. His options include sweetheart, darling, and honey, though his eventual choice is a simple love. It’s cute and it’s simple and it makes you flush so nicely. It isn’t uncommon for you to be about the estate doing your own personal commissions and he’ll pass by, perhaps in the company of one of the estate guards, and greet you with a quick “good morning/afternoon/evening, love” and continue on as if he’d never said anything beyond casual small talk.

BEIDOU

✧ She’d start calling you one casually; maybe “darlin” or something similar. The first time she does it, you flush and she asks if it’s alright; when you say yeah, she just laughs and then continues on with whatever she’d been saying. This name, however, does not stick or at least it doesn’t outside of the bedroom because you get yourself a new one. Upon finding a closed chest filled with riches, she had exclaimed “treasure!” to which you’d jokingly responded to. She found it funny, you found it funny, and now you’ve been dubbed “treasure”. The rest of the crew, definitely including Kazuha, tease you about it. Just a little. It isn’t uncommon for someone to jokingly use her name for you — “behind you, treasure!” or “on your left, treasure!” — only to be quickly added onto by the rest of the ship. Think along the lines of “hey, be careful, that’s Captain Beidou’s treasure”, something that manages to get you just a little flustered. She thinks it’s funny to watch you get just a little embarrassed, and she’ll jump in on it if she’s a few drinks too deep, but mention it bothering you and she’s quick to shut down any and all teasing about your name.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin albedo #genshin alhaitham #genshin ayato #genshin beidou