Drew another thing for the Cursed Sonic AU 🦔🌙💜
Sonic is insecure about his nighttime form... 😔 To him, it's like the werehog form, but worse. (Sonic the Night Giant? I Guess that's the name I'm giving this form😅)
The only reason Shadow knows is that he found out by accident.
At least Sonic has someone to talk to... Shadow has empathy for him.
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Thinking about a Percico fic set in the Pirates of the Caribbean universe.
Thinking about how much their powers and dynamic are reflective of so many of the films’ themes.
Death. Immortality. Pain. Selfishness. Sacrifice. Lies. Loyalty. Betrayal. Trust. Love.
Thinking about how fucking cool their powers would be in this universe. Especially together.
One controls the tides. The other controls the dead. Both in touch with the cold darkness of the ocean’s depths.
Thinking about them using their powers to raise sunken ships. Manning those ships with the souls of those who perished at sea. Creating and destroying whole islands within days.
Legends who become gods to everyone who know their names.
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Thinking about Terry Silver as a dad. Specifically with a baby. You know he would fall into baby talk like
-picks up baby anthony-
Terry: "Look at you! Did you kick Mr. Miyagi in the face? Yes you did. Yeshyoodid."
Daniel: "He laughed while he did it."
Terry: "Did you laugh?? Did you strike first??"
Daniel: "Pff. It was sneaky. He gets that from you."
Terry: "Nooo. We're not sneaky. We use our brains! Go for the eyes and throat, don't we? Don't we?"
Daniel: ಠ_ಠ
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Treebros stuff I drew before and during winter break and never posted
I didn't draw much over winter break (school started again a week ago), but I've been slowly drawing more and more, and little by little gaining my motivation for art back :)
I've been drawing slightly more since the new year started too, so there's more to come 🕺🏻
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I just know Percy and Nico go at it so hard. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of times when they’re very gentle and sweet with each other, but there’s something about rough sex that they both just really enjoy.
It’s almost like a game. Percy is so used to Nico resisting, fighting, running. And though he never really says it out loud, Nico enjoys being chased, caught, and disciplined. He doesn’t want Percy to know that, though, and he enjoys being roughed up.
So he acts out. He resists, pushes Percy away, tells him to fuck off. Percy is patient but Nico knows his temper simmers deep inside, and it’s deeply arousing to see it bubble to the surface until Percy snaps.
Nico loves it. Getting manhandled and bitten and choked and spanked so roughly that his pale skin burns red.
He likes being pushed like this, likes seeing how far Percy can go, how rough he can be. Nico likes the feeling of being overpowered, put in his place. He likes that Percy isn’t afraid to hurt him, push him. All he’s ever wanted was to be touched without fear. In a way, it was always meant to be like that. No one else is as strong as he is, or stronger. Only Percy. No one else has made him feel awe in the face of raw power. Only Percy. It’s nice to be the one quivering with fear instead of making others afraid.
“Fuck off,” he hisses when Percy pushes him down onto the forest floor. Percy ignores him and roughly tugs on Nico’s jeans and underwear until his legs are bare. The only sound that comes out of Percy is a snicker when he tugs Nico’s legs around his waist because it’s clear that Nico is already very clearly aroused, his cock filling out and resting thickly against his thigh.
“Nah, babe,” he says, his hand coming up to Nico’s neck, that special place that always makes him whine and go limp. “Fuck you.”
When Nico’s moans ring loud and clear in the air, Percy only feels satisfaction. A relief akin to that of the relentless sea once the cliff crumbles under its fist. A deep-seated pleasure that a predator feels upon catching prey.
Percy likes it, is maybe even addicted to it. He likes being able to take his anger out on Nico, likes that Nico lets him. Nico has always been a bit frustrating and it would be a lie if Percy said he’d never thought about treating him like this once or twice, just to teach him a lesson. This sadistic want, festering deep within him, used to scare him. Nico didn’t mind. He wasn’t afraid.
So when Percy’s thrusts slow to savor the view of Nico’s face, flushed with wanton lips bitten red, he gets a little lost in it, sinks into it. Feels his cock throb seeing the way dirt has smudged Nico’s cheek and neck, evidence of his defilement.
It’s Nico’s hand lightly slapping him across the cheek that brings him back. His green eyes focus and his jaw clenches, but Nico doesn’t seem to notice. “Is that all?” Nico croons, a smug smile on his face. As if he hadn’t been moaning like a whore a few seconds ago. As if he’d forgotten his place.
So Percy’s hand slaps across Nico’s face, a bit meaner, a bit rougher, and Nico’s thighs tighten around Percy’s waist. He gasps, and Percy should really be concerned when he watches the red bloom over Nico’s cheek and all he feels is eager, revved up. But Nico’s cock drips on his stomach and he eagerly opens his mouth when Percy leans down to kiss him.
“No,” he says. “I’m just getting started.”
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