#Hands are always really annoying and hard to pose so that would probably be for the best
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Google how do you draw faster without losing quality--
#Giving myself the bad feels because I want to draw more often and stuff but#my art takes me so long and takes so much energy ;~;#I wish it didn't...#I miss being able to draw nearly every day#I wish I could draw fast#aaaa#My brain was made for words not for art#I think like that's kind of the trade off#I think in words and most people think in images and pictures apparently#I have to actively TRY to get a picture in my head and tbh it often is only very brief#Compsition was really hard for me before I started using my 3D models#then I could tweak the poses until it felt right and THEN I could draw#But posing is also like#kinda hard???#it's tedious I think#I might look up how to make different hand poses and stuff just so that's not like#something I have to fuss with every time#like if I make a hand pose and save it then I can reuse it#that kind of idea#Hands are always really annoying and hard to pose so that would probably be for the best#at least it'll speed up posing#I might also make some generic poses like walking and running#just bases to work from to make more unique poses for art pieces#Anyway long story short#I'm a slow artist because I'm a fast writer#that might just be something I need to live with#And I need to find ways to short cut the process for art so it's not nearly as miserable to draw for me#I've been kind of tempted to try out making 3D models of all the characters I want to or like to draw#And use special methods to just use that to make line art for drawing because boy can I NOT be fucked to do line art#I've been kind of wanting to get more into 3D stuff lately too so idk
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people (me) needs more one shots of neil lewis and raymond leon to stay alive. Anything will be received with total appreciation n.n
For real! Such good characters, love them so much 🍓
In my neighbour's pool
◇ Pairing: Neil Lewis X gn!reader
◇ Warnings: smut, handjob, friends to lovers kind of, illegality, hate
◇ Summary: You're fed up with your neighbor and Neil knows it, so he makes a plan to get back at them and spend the evening with you.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.
It was a summer evening, it was hot and your best friend Neil had come to your house to tell you about his day.
He often came to visit you to steal things from your fridge and complain about his love life and the terrible orgasms he could only have while watching porn or sometimes movies.
You didnt mind most of the time, you loved Neil even though he could be quite nerdy and boring sometimes but you appreciate his company— not that evening though.
Your usual focus on him wasnt there, your eyes were glued on the house of your neighbour as you sipped your coke.
"Has Mrs. Bailey still bothered you?" Neil's voice interrupted your thoughts of hate and annoyance; he noticed that you werent actually listen to him since you were doing that humming and short replies that you always did when you werent really following something.
"Yeah, she's been a pain the the ass again. I swear I cant take it anymore, that lady needs to take some calming meds—" you scoffed, gritting slightly your teeth as you remembered what happened that morning
"She even got a fucking new pool in her backyard—" you murmured in anger, glancing at Neil when you noticed the silence.
His light blue eyes were focused on the house as well, his hands on his hip as he thought almost posing
"Why dont we go use that pool of hers? We could do something to take reveage" he suggested before listing options that he saw in a few recent movies he saw at the shop with his coworkers.
You honestly didn't mind the idea but you didn't want to cross the line too much, as not to get in too much troubles. If he would have suggested that a few weeks earlier you wouldn't have agreed but now that you were still extremely pissed at her, you went along with Neil.
Thats how you found yourself in the warm water of your neighbour's pool, wearing your swimsuit just like Neil, your hand stuck in his as you lowered it to free his hard cock.
His tongue kept exploring your mouth as your hand explored his length, squeezing his heavy balls to earn a whimper from his pretty swollen lips.
"You are pretty long, man" you murmured, kissing and nibbling at the tender skin of his neck, focusing on his adam's apple
"And-so-fucking-hard" your murmured as you stroked his cock a few times, taking a small pause at every word.
Neil's face was covered of a soft blush, his eyes were rolling back as his hips kept moving forewards, meeting your movements to fuck your hand faster— he was nearly meowing, letting soft moans and whimpers leave his mouth.
You could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his peak, his muscles flexing against your body, which was pressed against his, his cock throbbing and twitching at every movement of your skilled hand.
Neil came hard, letting out a meowing noise before catching his breath, his icy blue eyes now back open and focused on you
"Fuck that was—" he murmured, ready to praise your hidden skills and kiss you when a noise interrupted the both of you.
A shiver run down your spine when your neighbour walked out in her backyard, holding a bowl of milk and another one with cat's food
"Petunia, my lovely kitty, is that you? Mommy had your food—" the old annoying lady asked, making you hold back a laugh as you fixes quickly Neil's swim trucks— leading him quickly away from there as soon as you realized that the woman had probably heard your best friend's pathetic moans, mistaking them for the whining of one of her 8 cats.
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Cursing Fate
“See, I told you there were much better host bodies than mine,” I said to myself as I walked past the tennis courts on my way into the gym. Well, more specifically, I said it to the alien passenger inside of my body, but it was the same thing, really.
I was on my way to my eight AM class when I noticed something moving in a nearby alleyway. I thought maybe it would be a kitten or a raccoon, but when I knelt down to investigate, something slimy crawled up my arm and into my ear. My hand was barely at the side of my face to try and brush it off, when suddenly I had no control over my body anymore. He wasn’t very forthcoming with any information, but I was able to convince him to take over someone else’s body. I’d dreamed of encountering an alien lifeform like this... I just needed to convince him that he could trust me.
“Derek is who I was planning to give you,” I said as we walked past him. “That’s him in the green t-shirt. I’ll slip you into his locker so that you can ambush him, and then when I’m done with class we can meet back up.” Until today, I had been cursing fate for making my college require a PE class credit for graduation, but if it meant having one of the myriad sexy athletes who taunted my daydreams as a boyfriend, it will have all been worth it. Especially if that sexy athlete is also an alien who needs help learning and assimilating into our culture.
“I find this an acceptable agreement,” the alien said, taking temporary control of my voice to communicate with me. The feeling of becoming a passenger inside of my own body was still incredibly surreal, and frankly a bit nerve-wracking. Still, better him than me. It was hard to feel sorry for him when he’d always been such a homophobic asshole-- he had started giving me extra shit once he noticed the pride pin on my backpack. He was a country boy through and through, and as such he had no patience for my existence.
I opened my locker, quickly shucking off my street clothes and slipping on my swimsuit. “Derek’s locker is the one right next to mine,” I whispered, tapping it with my hand. The alien made no response, instead taking full control of my body-- effectively freezing me in place. It was probably for the best that I couldn’t move, because the alien decided to exit through my cock.
It was the most orgasmic sensation I’d ever felt, and I absolutely would have let out an embarrassingly loud moan if I’d had control of my voice. Instead, he dropped onto the bench and crawled into Derek’s locker through the seams. I took a few moments to catch my breath, hoping no one noticed anything unusual. Hopefully I’d been able to disguise my breathing enough to avoid anyone hear me panting for air. I was already unpopular-- the last thing I needed was to be known as the guy who jizzes uncontrollably in the locker room.
Swim class was quite possibly the longest 50 minutes I have ever had to endure. The class was annoying enough on a good day-- despite it being an intro class, the teacher was a complete hard-ass who graded on results, not participation. It’s hard to enjoy the eye candy all around me when I’m having to work my ass off just for a C grade. But today? Knowing that my alien friend was waiting in Derek’s locker, ready to ambush him and take control of his body... the anticipation was killing me. As much as I wanted to rush out once class ended, I knew that would raise way too much suspicion. Better to stay behind, and let everyone else leave before me. All the same, I found myself cursing fate for requiring so much patience from me.
“As you can see, it worked.” I retuned to my locker only to find Derek sitting there, waiting for me. I was glad that I had decided to linger out by the pool, because seeing Derek’s body posed so seductively gave me an instant erection that my swim trunks were incapable of hiding. The alien laughed, and motioned me closer. “He’s very grossed out right now, you know. I can hear him screaming inside of his head, calling you some very cruel words just for the crime of being attracted to him.”
I couldn’t help but smile. The thought of having control over Derek’s fate was tantalizing. “Well, I bet it will make him even angrier to learn that I’m the reason you made your way into his locker. And it will serve him right, the bastard.”
“It sure did. He’s screaming right now,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “It’s almost a shame that you can’t hear him. When I was inside of you, I could sense the mixture of jealousy and hatred you bear toward him. Hearing his pain might have given you closure.” Derek rose to his feet, standing so close to me that our bodies were practically touching.
My heart was racing. Was the alien doing this on purpose? “Well, I can, uhhh...” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I can think of another way I might be able to get closure.” With that, I leaned forward and kissed Derek on the lips. In turn, the alien grabbed the back of my head and started making out with me.
I couldn’t believe my luck! I let myself relax, allowing the alien to penetrate my mouth with Derek’s tongue. Only, something else entered as well, leaving Derek’s mouth and crawling down my throat. I tried to break away, but Derek’s grip hardened, holding my head in place. I started to dry heave as my body tried to expel the intruder, but it was too late.
“Allowing you to remain free would have been a liability, but one easily solved.” Derek said, putting on his trademark ballcap while I once again lost control of my body. “You have the honor of being controlled by the first offspring I’ve made on this planet. Or did you really think I was going to let you escape, even after you had learned about the secret of my kind’s existence?”
I could do nothing as my body wiped its lips dry. “Even more comical, sir,” it said, using my voice. “It wanted to enter a courting relationship with you. It hoped that you would fall in love with him while inside of your current host body.”
Derek started to laugh. “I had wondered why it was trying to help me with the invasion. Well, then... request denied. But before we try to replicate and obtain more hosts, I think we should investigate this ‘sex’ ritual that humans find so important. Follow me.”
I watched helplessly as my body followed Derek into a shower stall. Until today, I would have given anything to hook up with Derek. Now, however, I was cursing fate for reducing me to nothing more than a passenger inside of my own body. I found myself looking into Derek’s eyes as his body was railing my tight hole, pondering what thoughts were going through his head. We were both nothing more than prisoners inside of our own minds, now. I wonder if he might ever forgive me.
#gay male story#queer romance#muscle jock#revenge#male body theft#alien possession#slime possession#male possession#male body possession
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Yumichika Ayasegawa (Bleach)- Oneshot
You weren't certain how it happened.
Truly.
Ichigo warned you that he had some crazy friends. Usually you just pretended that they weren't there. With two jobs, you really didn't have the energy to be worrying about crazies in old fashioned robes.
That's why you tried your best to get rid of him. But he just kept coming back.
Like a parasite.
"If you'd like I can give you some tips. Your hair is a mess."
An irk mark appeared on your forehead at the few of many insults that this annoying reaper had directed at you.
"IF I'M SUCH A MESS YOU COULD JUST STOP COMING YOU CRAZY REAPER!!"
Screaming in the middle of the street at a man only you could see probably wasn't doing you any favors. You huff, storming off.
"I'm just trying to help."
He jumped down from his once elevated position, landing right beside you as he walked in step.
"Why are you here anyway? Aren't you reapers supposed to be guards or something? You're pretty casual for someone on a mission." You grumble.
"Things have quieted down since the war. Our head captain just wants to make sure it stays that way."
You nod.
The war.
It's crazy how casual they always speak about those things. While you could see spirits, your fighting ability wasn't anything to brag about. Surely not to be of any use in a war. A part of you felt it. When the war started. You hadn't seen Yumichika or Ikkaku for a while. When they finally popped up to freeload in your home, you acted pissed, but truthfully you were relieved. Because you knew lives were lost.
"Is it scary, fighting all the time?"
That question was presented a bit quietly and Yumichika glanced at you. He could see your hesitance to even propose the question. Sometimes he needed to remind himself that you weren't a fighter like them.
"War is war. Fear is just a reaction to the unknown. I'm not sure if there's a word I can use to truly describe it."
The very serious response was not what you expected.
"However beautiful beings like me don't have to worry about such things."
He then persisted to pose in which you just walked away.
"Hey wait up!!"
Yep, that's how a lot of your encounters went. As agitating as he was at times, you enjoyed his company. You also appreciated him checking in on you every now and then.
"Geez, I'm exhausted."
You dropped onto the couch, not even kicking off your shoes. Yumichika smiled.
"Did you overdo it today? Your wrinkles seem more visible than usual."
"Don't make me end you."
Yumichika laughed nervously at the threat, and you just sighed, lifting your hand as you stared at it.
"Things like beauty, it isn't made for people like me. Just the thought of all that cutesy stuff is exhausting."
Although you say that, you haven't completely banished the prospect of dressing up and going on dates. It was just hard. Most guys wanted a girl to dress up and act a certain way. You did like dressing up every once in a while, but you couldn't see yourself changing your entire wardrobe just to appeal to a guy. You liked baggy clothes and cool sneakers.
Yumichika's eyes are trained on your form.
"Is there a human that you're interested in that you would be willing to do that for?"
You fully expect him to be wearing some kind of mocking expression or follow that up with another poke at your attire, but when you move your hand, that's not what you read at all. Your cheeks tint red at how intensely he's looking at you. It's not often that he's stoic.
You jump upright, bashful.
"What the hell are you talking about! A-As if I would be!"
You don't know why you're getting so defensive. It's not like he accused you of anything. You rise, heading for the kitchen.
"I-I'm going to make food!!"
Marching off stiffly, Yumichika watches you with a small smile.
He'll admit that your meeting wasn't exactly under the best circumstances.
He'd been in Karakura to help up with the increase of hollow activity.
Back when Aizen was still gathering his army. Ikkaku and Matsumoto had taken one section and he'd planned to cover the next.
"Yumichika!"
Ichigo's call pulled his focus and he was stunned to see Ichigo carrying a woman in his arms.
"She's hurt, I need you to get her back to Urahara-san."
Yumichika didn't need much more instruction. From the worried look, this was clearly someone Ichigo knew. He handed you over, but your hand gripped Ichigo's robes and they both froze.
"I-Ichigo.."
For a moment they both took notice of the fear in your eyes. Ichigo offered the best smile he could muster.
"I'll be fine."
You were hesitant, but you finally released him. He gave one last reassuring look before he disappeared. Yumichika didn't waste any time. He took off himself, glancing down to ensure you were still conscious. Your eyes seemed distant. Your body was covered in bruises. What he could assume was a hollow attack.
"Please..promise me that you'll look after Ichigo. H-He's all I have left.."
Your words were solemn, and Yumichika was the last one to make such a promise. But watching you so helpless, it did something to him.
"I have his back."
At the time, that seemed like the right thing.
It helped you.
When Yumichika got closer to you, it was mostly as a source of entertainment. You were around all the time it seemed and you always had the best reactions whenever he flaunted his beauty. The more he saw you, the more he felt protective. The frequent trips to Karakura were welcomed whenever they had a mission. He was able to do his job and see you. The longer he was around, the more he learned.
Like your relationship with Ichigo.
What he initially assumed as romantic love was just a brotherly bond you'd formed when he saved you from a river as a kid.
A detail he felt comforted that you openly told him.
"How come you always drop by just to piss me off."
You looked angry, and Yumichika had to admit it was cute. He'd never tell you, but sometimes he just loved to jab to get a reaction.
"I was merely saying you may never get to my standard of beauty, but you're still exceptional in your own way."
"Why does that sound like a compliment and an insult all wrapped in one!!" You fire back.
Yumichika laughed from his position on the roof and you just folded your arms, turning your head in the opposite direction. Nights like this were nice to just sit and watch the stars.
Considering that Yumichika could literally fly, you knew such a view wasn't anything extraordinary to him. It was still nice that he decided to entertain you.
"If I'm so beneath your level then why waste your time."
It was just an angry little ramble, but Yumichika turned. He could tell that you weren't truly upset. But he realized then that you may not actually know how he sees you.
"If I really thought you weren't worth my time I wouldn't even look at you."
The statement makes you turn, and you swallow. Because he's wearing that expression again. Soft and a bit paralyzing in a fluffy sort of way.
"I've made it a rule of mine never to look upon ugly things. What I see before me is quite beautiful."
Your eyes widen at those words. The heat crawls up your cheeks before you can stop it.
"Y-You're just messing with me again!" You point at him accusingly.
He smiles, and it does something to you. When he moves closer, he takes hold of your hand, and it lowers slowly into your lap.
You're in awe.
"Not so feisty anymore, are you?"
The confident smile on his face is disarming. Especially with the lack of space. You clench your hand into your lap.
"W-What are you doing Yumichika.."
It's almost a whisper. It's when his hand cups your cheek that you feel your heart hammer.
"I thought I was clear, I'm claiming something very beautiful."
His lips descend on your own and you clench your eyes shut. You can't believe you let someone like Yumichika mess with you. Much less kiss you. Although you can't deny that it feels really good. His lips feel so soft, and you've never realized just how good he smells. You feel his hand shift from your lap, sliding over your waist as he pulls you closer. Your blush darkens and he deepens the kiss. At this point you're just barely able to think, much less do much but reciprocate shyly. When his tongue brushes against our own, you pull away with a gasp, covering your lips.
Yumichika licks his own lips.
"W-What was that!"
"That was a kiss, would you like another?"
"N-No you sneaky pervert!!"
In all honesty, you're not sure your brain will be able to function properly if he kisses you again. Your protests are merely to save face.
This is embarrassing to say the least.
You don't expect it when he picks you up. Letting out a soft squeak, you grip at his robes.
"What the heck are you doing!!"
"I already told you."
He says nothing more, just flash steps into the house.
"W-Wait I'm not prepared!! K-KYA!!!"
It looks like you never had anything to worry about.
#bleach#soul society#love#care#yumichika ayasegawa#humor#trust#protective#soul reapers#gotei13#friends#feelings#yumichika x reader
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Can you do one when MC comes out as transgender to all the Obey Me brothers? :]
of course <3
Transgender Mc
Lucifer Mammon Leviathan
You/your mc
Part 2 !Here!
I kept it more neutral as they never specified if they wanted something more gendered! but i hope you all enjoy anyway
Lucifer
He probably understands better than anyone, to change so quickly with everyone expecting certain things from him, is something he went through during his fall.
Luci helps the best he can though, need a really specific type of human clothing so you feel whole? He custom orders one to your measurements and enchants it with glamour and self love.
Depending on if you medically transition, he definitely massages scar cream into your skin and helps you through the process of healing, when you can't reach above your head without being in pain, when you clean your self without help, and when you can't change your self without struggling he will be there.
He will also understand how hard it can be to not medically transition, he knows the pressure and knows not wanting to scar your body or just being scared, he lets you know often how he supports you through anything and loves you unconditionally whatever body you're in <3
Mammon
Being a model in the demon fashion industry he's met tons like you, and knows how to ask important questions! What are your pronouns? How comfortable are you wearing certain types of clothes? Do you feel comfortable in this pose? I mean most trans people he meets are models and these are model orientated questions but still!
 Definitely super respectful of your boundaries, he's clingy but wants to be clingy in a way that makes you feel comfortable! Even if he's only holding your hand!
If you medically transition, he's def gonna kiss your scars even if there just stretch marks! You think it's kinda corny but overall sweet <3 I think he would also work as a compression blanket, he likes to lay on top of you and just minor-ly suffocate you <3
Mammon is your ride or die, it doesn't matter what you look like to him! He will hundred percent kill anyone who thinks they can say shit! He's your first man after all, and nobody messes with his treasure!!
Leviathan
Understands how annoying it can be to have people judge you and is always there to comfort you and help you through the process!
Levi is probably the best person to go to for some relief of gender, he just doesn't really care about that kind of stuff, and when you're sick of people walking on eggshells around you his couch always has a spot for you!
OMG cosplay gender euphoria!! You pick out a character and Levi does the rest, he tailors the costume to best suit your body while still giving the desired effect, he does really great contour so your face is soooo gender, and by the end you look so good and euphoric! Levi just understands your body type!
He goes to pride anime events with you, you get to talk to people who would understand the most and people who like anime! He just follows you around like a puppy and a supportive boyfriend!!
#creams fluff#creams headcannons#obey me headcanons#obey me scenarios#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me#obey me mammon#obey me lucifer#obey me leviathan#obey me levi
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hcs on talia’s girlfriend being a batman fangirl?
⚢ pairings; talia al ghul x fem!reader
✗ warnings; talia slowly losing it
note: thx anon i’ve been waiting for this. sorry for the long wait.
this is taking place in gotham because i want the useless and unnecessary drama every fiber of her being would prick with annoyance, at first it would be self amusing and like a ‘this isn’t real’ reaction at first, when she spends the night the first time at your place and you come out in a batman pjs shirt.
she’ll give a quick eyebrow raise with pursed lips, the reaction on the outside is dull but still enough to catch your attention, while mentally she’s thinking about all the ways to destroy that shirt, and if this is some sick joke god is playing on her
it only gets worst when you say she’s a hater and ask if she’s a superman fan instead,”don’t tell me you’re some major superman fan.”
“quite the opposite my love.”
doesn’t question anything else that night thinking that would be the end of it and the shirt remains from some childhood silly crush you once had on batman, she’s completely wrong and it’s even worst when she finds out you still have a die hard fangirl crush on bruce without even knowing it, and the fact you don’t even know that the batman is her ex who she shares a son with.
rethinks the reason of her existence when you get in a heated debate of defending batman and calling him the protector of gotham and everyone in gotham needing to start being more thankful and grateful for him
also broods whenever batman is mentioned on the news of once again saving the city from hell that is gotham, you’re so awestruck of batman and she simply can’t understand why, ignores the hypocrisy however with bruce being the man she was in love with for over a decade.  
you don’t really seem to care much about bruce wayne though from what she can tell, and because she’s teem of needing to know everything, she went out of her way to ask.
the simple dismiss of bruce being handsome but overhyped and is probably boring definitely had her swell up with some pompousness, also humored her because you don’t know that’s the same man is under that stupid cowl you love
disguises the main reason of her asking is because of bruce being the father of damian and it just ends as that other than you being mildly surprised but understanding the spring of information of talia’s trust needing to be strong before telling you.
she hasn’t quite yet come around to tell you everything yet, including her real identity either she needs some time to thread that  delicately.
probably has a small annoying fear talking in the back of her head that you might leave her once you know the whole truth and you’ll see bruce as your beloved bat knight and pose her as the  villain, as most do.
the batfamily would find the whole batman crush so funny though, jason would be amused but also annoyed because talia >> bruce or batman always, probably will glare at you the first time he ever saw you wearing some batman merch. damian would be unamused and  unbothered, maybe will ask talia why she allows you to wear batman stuff and embarrass herself like that. dick is your biggest supporter and friend now since he’s the opposite of jason
bruce himself would feel really awkward about it at first but also slowly get cocky with it, likely just to piss talia off.
dick chimes in with it also, “a real batman fan huh? you know the old man sees him from time to time, you should ask bruce to get you an autograph.” talia’s silently seething but not enough that it passes dick, it does you at the mere excitement of batman knowing your existence — unknowingly sending talia into a farther blazing imagination of wrapping her hands around nightwing’s neck, maybe bruce’s too if she’s jealous and mad enough.
once you finally circle into the loop of everything obviously you’re shocked until the embarrassment hits and realize all the moments of you being an crushed batman fan in front of the dark knight himself without knowing, as well as his children who are also his fellow vigilantes.
it happened within minutes of batman suddenly appearing in a hazed phase of damian suddenly taking a leave and talia addressing batman as bruce.
“bruce.”
“what? bruce?”
your confusion at talia’s words becoming awestruck when you see bruce under the cowl.
“BRUCE?”
talia grimes and hates the way your eyes light up slightly and your cheeks brightening up, probably snarks out some comment laced with passive aggression out of jealousy and a little bit of insecurity.
she gives an annoyed cocked eyebrow.”salivating now, are we my beloved?” 
she makes sure to emphasizes ‘my’ and beloved, either to remind you or bruce that you’re hers, or probably to remind the both of you. she trusts you but honestly has no trust for bruce and has a feeling if you were to come onto him, he wouldn’t reject it.
merely disregards all your questions and demanding answers and everything else in between, she gets noticeably annoyed when the bruce-batman subject gets brought up, the new infuriating itch of bruce clawing again.
“why does it matter? do you now desire him more than some childish dream?”
everything clicks now on why the subject always got her  agitated somewhat but now that you know batman’s identity you can see the clear enragement.
she’ll calm down after some reassure but will still think her snapped assumption holds some volume for a while. the jealousy will be worst than ever, she acts nonchalant whenever you’re around bruce but let’s out tiny ‘hms’ or clicks of ‘tsk’ if bruce gets too close.
it takes awhile for you to fully get over that you’re dating an assassin from an assassin empire who shares a son with your childhood superhero
any teasing about your pre obliviousness of bruce’s being batman immediately stops when talia comes into view with the room becoming silent and stiff.
maybe for a future birthday she’ll gift you bruce in his cowl that you love so much.
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Tell me your hcs for Jason the Toymaker, Julius the Dressmaker and Candy Pop? Please and thank you💕💕💕
I will only do Jason since I don't know enough about Candy Pop and I don't want anything to do that that Diet Coke Walmart Chinese copy yaoi Jason and their weird ass creepy ass annoying ass lying ass creator.
Headcanons for Jason the Toymaker
For what I understand about the original character, Jason is a sort of interdimensional demon. Or at least that's what he's gonna be in my AU albsakab
His store shows up apparently out of nowhere on almost forgetful and hidden locations so it doesn't get too much attention apart from his prey. A dark alleyway, a lonely street, an abandoned park, sometimes shamelessly in the middle of a highway or the middle of nowhere.
It is a sort of door towards his realm. At first like a regular old-styled toy store filled with trinkets and colorful toys of all kind, but behind the cashier place where Jason Meyer would assist you as a customer, behind that door where he shows up from. There could be a regular living room with a kitchen and some stairs that probably lead to a bedroom. Or there could be an endless corridor of gradually grotesque toys, or a twisted garden where his worm friend waits his dinner, or just plain black darkness.
He poses as a human, a pretty handsome young lad who enjoys building toys and has his own magic store where he apparently lives.
His usual meals are kids who wander into his toy palace and lost people who want a present for their lovely children or partner. Everyone who enters that place will never return.
He has been doing this for ages. Spotted from Victorian England to Cold War Russia. Feeding and searching all over the world for who knows what, and never seeming to be satiated.
Though he enjoys making toys and terrify his customer, his main focus is "The Chosen One".
Nobody really knows what or who is this "Chosen One", but it's something that Jason is always talking about. We can guess that it could be a young woman, since he is always praying after them, acting like a real charmer so he could lure them into his twisted wonderland and make them... His friend?
Like I said. No idea what he's actually doing.
Not even Candy Pop or April Fools know what is up with that man. Not that they care anyway, at this point it just seems like babbles from an old grandpa.
Anyway. There isn't much to talk about when it comes to Jason. What you see is what you get. He's not secretive, just someone who doesn't shout his sad backstory or evil plans just like that. It doesn't seem like a lot anyway.
His biggest mystery is his "Chosen One", he never gives a clear explanation of what he's talking about. Almost like he doesn't even understand it either. All he describes is a person to be with, someone who would listen and understand him, someone who would stay with him no matter what, who is willing to give and do everything for him.
Maybe the concept of love is to much for an interdimensional monster.
Now let's talk about what's easier for me to write.
Jason is not a demon or an angel. He's more of a mythical creature(? A monster from another dimensional plane, a magical dark being. It's hard to describe him, his true self exists on a different plane of existence from our world, with different concepts of reality and physics we could never understand as humans.
To have some sort of vision, his magic resembles a lot of that from Wonderland or Howl (from the Howl's Moving Castle movie)
His true form is unknown, when he gets angry he still manages to keep his human form while he's losing his composure. We can see hints of how it would look like though, with his burgundy hair turning silver white and his hands turning into black monstrous claws.
His magic isn't as strong outside of his store. Neither is he. Due to the difference in the metaphysical planes of our world and his he can't fully function and is very tiring to keep up with the many laws of physics we have. He is perhaps as powerful as a God inside his own place but he's nothing more than a pretty stage magician on ours.
Jason has no relations to Slenderman or the mansion. He's on his own, living in his magic toy store place behind a weird door he magically makes appear out of thin air.
He does have relationships with Candy Pop, April Fools and the Laughing Jacks (Jack and Jill), along with some connections on some circles of hell. But so far he has nobody living with him besides his toys.
He's overall a very toxic person. He's a "lying possessive control freak" as stated in his wiki. And he loves the attention, he acts like a princess. He doesn't like it when he's not the focus on the conversation and will make people go out of their way to do as he pleases because he doesn't feel like having dirt on his new shoes.
Even though he has the power to clean himself up.
Second request is done. I had a lot of fun writing this since the idea of a Wonderland-like magical being gives me a lot of creative freedom, though I struggled a lot since Jason is one of those characters I don't know much of. I am a Slenderbros girly, I can't help it.
But he is done. A lot shorter, earlier and messier than Jeff's because of what I just said. But done! I'll work on his design soon, but I won't promise a lot since I'm pretty in love with Jason's original design already ^^
#creepypasta#creepypastas#creepypasta headcanon#jason the toymaker#jason meyer#jason the toymaker headcanons#the toymaker
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ANON WHO WAS TALKING ABT WHAT MUSIC SUGURU LISTENS 2 ,,,,,, i pose 2 thee ,,,,,,,, r&b n rap ,,,,,,,,,,,
2 me hes a big kendrick lamar, de la soul, 2pac, aaliyah, alicia keys, erykah badu fan ,,,, just cuz thats who he is 2 me !!! he reminds me of those deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue ,,,
but he can appreciate The Classics DEF !!!!!!! he has a big appreciation 4 ALL music me thinks ,,, [and its a personal little hc of mine that he can play bass guitar, drum kit, AND cello ,,, as an orchestra kid ,,,, my opinions r CORRECT] [also hed probably play some rlly low instrument like ,,, tuba or bass clarinet] [satoru would play the trumpet . hed empty his spit valve on sugurus head .] [hed also play violin and be ANNOYINGGG abt it . all violins r annoying asf . [i play violin]]
honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other
OH and satoru would like tyler the creator he was at camp flog gnaw i was there i saw him TRUST [ignore. ignore the racist allegations i free him from those shackles by the power vested in me as a melanated individual] i feel like hed rlly like outkast but only their SUPERR popular stuff, like so fresh, so clean or ms. jackson
also sugurus def a numetal fan . and goth ,,,,,, SUGURU IN TRAD GOTH MAKEUPPP OH MY GOHDDDDDDDDDD and w the piercings ,,,,,,,
going back on him having appreciation 4 all music i mean ALLLLL music . if u go thru his playlists half of them r in languages he doesnt even know but he LOVES them ,,,,, im thinking some songs in yoruba, sanskrit, somali, telugu, spanish, māori, hawaiian ,,,,,,,,,,,
OKI FINAL THING . big Big BIGGGG punk music fan ,,, his whole thing is abt doing whats right for the world and the people around him, and thru that he gets in2 the punk scene !!! yay !!! :3 prob likes bikini kill, xray spex, or the muslims ,,,,
AHHHHHH YOUR BRAIN …….. i’m surrounded by geniuses left and right 😵💫😵💫😵💫 THIS IS CANON TO ME NOW BTW!!!!
you’re SO right i really think sugu is such a music guy……. loves EVERY kind of music for sure i hadn’t considered rap & rnb until now BUT THAT MAKES SOOOO MUCH SENSE …… “deep greens, warm browns, n the taste of earth on ur tongue” <- THIS IS SO SUGUCODED I CRIED…….
and !!! the classics too !!!! I AGREE SO HARD ON THE INSTRUMENTS i’ve always seen him playing either the bass or the drums but CELLO?????? is so unbelievably bigbrained. plays it for sure. and our pretentious little satoru….. for SURE a violin player and i think piano too. AND TRUMPET PLEASEEE WHY DOES THAT MAKE SM SENSE 😭😭….. he strikes me as the kinda guy who used to listen to nightcore religiously and i think sugu would find that personally offensive to the industry
honestly i think hes just attracted 2 slower, warmer music ,,, like stuff ud listen 2 in the kitchen at 11 pm and the lights a nice warm color and the leftover smell of takeout lingers in the air while you and your lover sit right next 2 each other
YEPPPP YEP ….. you can’t see me but i’m agreeing so hard my hands r shaking THIS IS HIM!!!! slow n warm music …… kitchen music …….. just . dreamy and tender …………. 😔😔😔 he’s so …..
ANDDD i agree on literally everything else too. i only know like half of these artists bc i’m embarrassingly unknowledgeable abt music but i trust your opinion w my life …. oh great orchestra master ………… (that’s so cool btw imho anyone who plays any kind of instrument is the Coolest person in the universe i’m so in awe) HE WOULD SOOO BE IN THE PUNK SCENE …… and he absolutely listens to all kinds of music no matter the language . i can see him picking up bits n pieces from the languages too bc that is our multilingual king 🤞 no matter where he is or who he’s talking to he fits in perfectly w any kind of music-loving crowd…. everyone loves him sb he goes to concerts and makes so many friends without even trying. that’s our guy.
tysm for sharing this w me i’ve decided that you’re objectively correct <333 akutami once said that suguru was “a liberal arts guy for sure” and i think abt it every single day . our artistic king . i love him.
#ALSO ALSO pls know that your sashisu concept is in my inbox waiting to be eaten#im sorry for the wait sometimes i have to wrestle w my brain to answer asks :’3 I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT THOUGH#need the fic asap!!!!!!!!#also also … is there anything i could call you 👉👈 for future reference 👉👈 didn’t see any name on your blog so#if you’re comfortable sharing!! yk!!! i’m just very keen on referring to ppl by name it’s how my brain shows affection#anyway anyway…#very happy to have musical experts around me bc i would be Lost without u#ask tag ✩
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Blob
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Ok, so filler chapter, yup, I wanna get the story rolling and don’t really wanna struggle through writing ‘bonding moments.’ Bleugh.
Anyway, enjoy!
Word Count: 1,419
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, general exile arc stuff, ect.
Blob was an…interesting creature, Tommy had realized over the past few days. It didn’t seem to need, or particularly want, to eat or drink, even when Tommy tried everything he knew to get it to do so. He had been worried, because Tubbo had told him once that smaller animals could starve to death in about a week if they didn’t eat anything, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Blob. Whatever the little creature was, it just…didn’t need sustenance at all. It didn’t quite seem to breathe, either, at least, not in a way that Tommy could tell. Its body never moved as if it were inhaling air, and it could chirp and make noises constantly without pause.
It could also communicate with Tommy. Not like, with actual words, of course, but more like with…intent. Tommy didn’t know how else to describe it, but sometimes he could just get a feeling from Blob, to do this, or don’t eat that, or sometimes even just a general fuck you feeling, whenever Tommy was particularly annoying towards the creature.
It was the weirdest feeling for Tommy whenever he did something like skipping a meal (look, he just didn’t feel like it, okay? There was nothing wrong with that) or when he forewent sleep, (There wasn’t any point to it, really. He didn’t like subjecting himself to the nightmares) because Blob would churr sharply at him, and a vibe of disapproval would just surround the tiny creature until Tommy took care of himself. Tommy tried to ignore the blob whenever it did that, he really did, but…Blob was really persistent, and it was nice that something other than Dream seemed to care for his general wellbeing.
Speaking of Dream…Tommy grimaced. The man still came to visit everyday, and the first time the admin had shown up, Tommy had nearly panicked and had to stuff the creature into one of his pockets before Dream noticed it. Blob had squeaked angrily at the action, but went deathly still when Dream had said hello. Tommy was very thankful for that. He guessed it knew the danger that Dream posed.
It had taken all of Tommy's acting skills to successfully hide the fact that he had the blob from Dream. For whatever reason, Tommy really, really didn’t feel like letting Dream see Blob would be a good idea. Unfortunately, Dream had noticed the teen acting strange, but Tommy had been able to play it off as him getting sick. It wasn’t too hard. He already looked the part.
Since that first day, Tommy had prepared for Dream's visits, and had a bunch of small boltholes to hide Blob whenever it was time for the man to show up. Oddly enough, Blob seemed to understand what Tommy was doing, both when he was making the boltholes, and when he was hiding it from Dream, and would sit, perfectly silent, in the hiding spot, until Tommy came back to retrieve it.
It was just another thing to add to the list of Blob’s oddities, Tommy figured.
Currently, he and Blob were deliberating over what type of wood Tommy could use for a new build he was working on. (It would probably be destroyed soon, but Tommy needed something to do, before he went nuts.)
“What do you think, Blob?” The tiny creature squeaked, butting its head against his neck. Tommy nodded, humming in agreement. “You’re right! Dark oak would look awesome. But…where would we get it?”
He gently scooped the blob off of his shoulder, cupping it between his hands as he thought. “I know there’s some spruce in the tundra up north, but, ew, spruce.” Blob squee’d in agreement. Tommy grinned softly and brushed his thumb over its smooth head. “We could always sneak back to the Smp. I know there’s a dark forest over there. How, though…?” He paused, trying to think. Absent-mindedly, he squished Blob between his hands, eliciting a soft, alarmed chirp from the creature.
Tommy didn't notice, speaking over the small noise. “Do you think I could find a ruined portal to use to get over there? Or just, use it to go somewhere else? Cause I don’t think there’s any dark forests near here.” He gently squeezed Blob, deep in thought. It squealed, loudly, and started writhing between his hands. Tommy looked down, concerned. “Blob…? What’s wrong?”
It didn’t answer him, continuing to frantically struggle between his palms. It seemed like it was trying to get away. Like it was almost…scared. Of him.
Tommy’s eyes widened, and he quickly dropped to his knees to set the blob on the ground. It hopped about a foot away from him before shuddering and seeming to sink in on itself. Tommy raised his hands uncertainly, guilt blooming in the pit of his stomach. “Blob, I…” He fell silent for a minute, mouth working mindlessly.
Finally, he spoke, having gathered enough of his thoughts. “What–what did I do? Was it–did I squeeze you too hard? Is that it?” Tommy shifted, shame worming its way into his chest while he watched his friend shiver on the ground. If he had hurt Blob because he wasn’t paying attention, because he was distracted, he couldn’t forgive himself. He wouldn’t.
Blob seemed to get a handle on itself, forcing its trembling to stop. It turned its head, slowly peering up at Tommy’s worried face. It meeped softly and bounced a little closer to the teen.
“Blob, I-I’m so sorry, I, I didn’t mean to squeeze that hard, I-I wasn’t thinking–” The blob meeped louder and hopped right up to Tommy’s knees. It meeped twice more, catching all of his attention. His brow furrowed as he watched it. Its body seemed to contract in on itself, and it shook its head.
“I…didn’t hurt you by squishing you?” Blob’s little eyes slanted, and it chirped loudly at him. It drew its sides in once more, until its body was about half the size it normally was. It trilled disapprovingly, shaking its head more vicariously. Then, it took a moment to reinflate back to normal and glared up at Tommy with slanted, angry-looking eyes.
It took Tommy a few more moments of thinking before it finally clicked. “Oh! You don’t want me squishing you? Like, at all?”
Blob chirped happily and bonked its head against Tommy's knee, happy that it had gotten its message across. Tommy was bewildered, but nevertheless, he understood, and complied with the creature’s request. He didn’t want to hurt it, physically or mentally, after all.
Tommy learned a new thing that day. Blob had triggers. It had trauma. It was like an overly-abused dog it was like Tommy and if Tommy did the wrong thing, like squeezing it or raising it too close to his face or even gently scrubbing it with a damp rag so it could be cleaned, Blob would shut down for a good couple of hours, and on the worst episodes, for a full several days. Apparently, Blob squealing the first time was a one-time occurence.
Whatever had happened to the creature before Tommy had found it had been bad. That much could've been evidenced by the fact that it was being kept in a glass bottle, Tommy supposed, but not much else could lead him to that assumption. There weren't any physical markings of old wounds, not even where it had been impaled by the shard of glass.
That wound had all but disappeared. It was just a faint grey line now, and it would probably fade completely in the next couple of days. Blob healed fast, and apparently didn't scar at all. That fact gave Tommy a very disturbing thought. It had obviously been through some really awful stuff before he had found it. How many unseen scars did it really have? How much had it suffered?
Tommy didn’t think he wanted to know. The thought of someone hurting such a harmless, defenseless creature made his blood boil, in a violent way he shied away from. He tried not to think about Blob’s past too much.
They never did sneak into the Smp for the wood. It was too dangerous, or so it was implied by Blob. Tommy was still in slight disbelief about that, that the little thing had enough autonomy to warn him about things like that, but he wasn’t going to question it. The creature’s concern was nice.
It was nice that someone cared about him, even if that someone was a weird creature of unknown origins.
#dream blob#tiny dream blob#writing#c!tommy#i suppose?#somebody correct me if ive tagged this wrong#mcyt#dsmp#i dunno how to tag bleeeeh
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HOLY SHIT I DID IT!!!!!!! JFHEKJGHSKJHFDASHFGSDJK
ok now im getting anxious lol GOTTA GO
WHOLE THING CAN BE ALSO FOUND UNDER THE CUT!! LOVE Y'ALL
as always Crystal belongs to @quaddmgd :3
"Rogue I beg you, please anyone but Palmer? You know I-"
"Listen, kid. You come to me asking for help, and I'm giving you help. If you think you're in a position to cherrypick who you 'like' to work with then you either grow up and go talk with Panam or leave."
Elegy clenched her fists and stormed out of the booth, bumping shoulders with some stranger on the way out. She was so angry she felt like burning something down; why does it always end up like that? At this point she'll never get her street cred anywhere. She leaned against a wall, not feeling like going home empty-handed. She needed a drink - something to soothe her nerves and give her fuel to think. Elegy raised her sights to look for Claire, who was occupied with-- oh, it's that pretty girl.
She's been coming to Afterlife a lot lately and quickly got recognized among other solos as someone who should not be messed with. Many wanted to work with her, but she prefered working alone; she was an ex-nomad, after all. She probably had to learn to rely only on herself to survive without her family. To be honest, Elegy was a little jealous - she tried really hard to become independent but her ties kept a tight knot on her. No matter how good her skills were, she still was forced to rely on others to help her with matters she couldn't resolve on her own. It can be exhausting sometimes, asking for help - however stupid that sounds.
"Eh, don't worry C, Nix has his days. Afterlife is full of gonks that would pay you just to have a chance of working with you."
"I just wish... He didn't need to be so harsh about that." The girl with colorful hair sipped the last of her liquor, soft expression present on her face. At this point Elegy caught herself staring, and she hid her face under her bangs. But did she hear right? Crystal needed Nix's help? Why would she- "Also, you know I prefer working with people who know their stuff. Can't let another gonk die on me," she played with her glass, turning the melting ice cubes inside left and right, much like Elegy's stomach at this moment. She wanted to scream 'I KNOW MY STUFF,' at the top of her lungs, but obviously that wouldn't work. She needed to approach her somehow. She had to.
***
"Heard you need help with some netrunnin'?" Suddenly the seat beside Crystal wasn't empty anymore, and her eyes met with black orbs radiating with confidence.
"Did you listen in on us?" She shifted from a relaxed pose to a more stiff, ready-to-act one. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but it worked!
"Listen, Nix knows his shit and all, I get it. But to be honest? I can do anything he can - if not better - not counting the fact that I'm simply just a lot cooler to be around. You should ditch that old ex-corp, he and Rogue can go be pains in the ass together in that shitty booth of hers," Crystal's soft expression was long gone, replaced by way more annoyed and suspicious one.
"Huh, you do gigs for Rogue?"
"Sometimes. When she doesn't pair me up with assholes, that is." Elegy fiddled with her fingers, watching her hands; somehow her confidence began depleting, so she decided - it's now or never. "So, how about that - you help me, I help you."
"Well, since you did listen in; what makes you think I'd just go and risk my life with a random gonk-"
"You might wanna tune in and listen to the news then; rerun is about to start." Claire shouted from another end of the counter, serving drinks to a group of young mercs. Crystal's eyes shot back to the blue-haired gal, who just shrugged and turned her head to the TV.
The news lady began going on about the latest case of a corporation being targeted by a cyberterrorist known as The Plague; after their last attack, more than 2000 Biotechnica employees were stalled in their work. All employees on-site were found unconscious and poisoned, with no damage other than their security being compromised - there were traces of some top secret documents being stolen, which seemed more like a nasty joke left by the attacker rather than a slip-up.
“The nasty joke being a dick. Drew it myself,” Elegy commented on the news, her hands intertwined behind the back of her head like some laid back anime character. All she got in response was a ‘I am still not convinced’ smirk, as Crystal went back to playing with her - now completely empty - glass.
“They’re still clonin’ humans. Got all the evidence backed up on a shard, but got nobody I trust with it yet,” her expression was serious now, and she meant it. “They clone them, force them to think and feel, and then they experiment on them. Playing fucking god… No matter how helpful they were during the energy crisis and food industry, this is beyond fucked up.”
"Holy shit,” a small chuckle escaped from Crystal, who seemed rather surprised by the sudden change of tone. “That really does sound fucked up. And you really pulled off something like that all by yourself?”
“Well, can’t doubt Claire.” Elegy beamed a smile at the barkeep, who winked back while still working her beverage magic. ”They used to call me The Omen at first, it’s all silly really but still, that’s what I get for having a ‘signature move’ or whatever…” She began to ramble a bit, feeling the heat in her gut rising with every positive reaction she got out of her soon-to-be partner.
“Hm. Okay. Tell me what’s up with that gig. I think we might work together quite well.”
“...You mean it?”
“Yep. So? Gimme something to work with!”
“!! Okay, so there’s this new smart link prototype-”
***
“So if I help you steal that prototype for your Ashura, you’re gonna help me with cracking the security? That building is tight as shit you know-”
“Yup! You won’t even have to lift a finger. In and out.”
“And you need me because… You can’t drive a car?”
“Yeah!” Her innocent smile was devastating in a way. Crystal couldn’t believe it at first, but it seemed that this girl was serious.
“What the hell. Let’s do it. I’m Crystal, by the way.” She reached to the bubbly one next to her, with the intention of shaking her hand. Elegy returned the gesture with a little bit of hesitation, but quickly pushed all those feelings of doubt away - this was a time for celebration.
“Elegy! You know, this calls for a toast. You ever tried David Martinez?”
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thank you, now i will analyse all your drawings and comic pages /lh
well, is there a drawing you want to ramble about and won't give out a lot?
please do!! >:3
also.... ohohoho. thank u for giving me permission to do this because im about to be really annoying
lots of rambling under the cut!!!
okay. i wanna. talk about this drawing so bad.
kane is placed on a land that is covered in roses. roses are important to kane's arc specifically which ive hinted at briefly in my heaven says video.
the only spot in this meadow full of roses where the ancestor's are closest to kane, where kane can worship them properly, where the light of their sun is placed directly above, is the only small patch of barren land where no rose is allowed to touch him. if it were up to them, there would be no roses at all. but even though the sky and the clouds swirl and bend in order to center and emphasize the ancestor's power, they have no control over nature itself.
the sun placed directly above kane doubles as an eye, always watching and never blinking. their many wings are spread open to recieve kane's worship expectantly. they aren't grateful, this is just what kane's job is. this is what he's supposed to do. kane not bending to the ancestor's will, allowing himself to enjoy the roses and fall against their soft petals, would be unthinkable.
its hard to see in the drawing itself but the clouds behind the ancestor's wings are large, imposing, angry. angry that kane would even consider options other than his perceived destiny. they expect him to beg for their forgiveness. and kane's pose itself is the exact pose a dog would do if you were to give it the "beg" command.
for he is just a dog, and dogs arent allowed to bite the hand that feeds them, lest they be put down. even if the hand is the same one that has collared, controlled, and caged him into a life he never asked for, pressing the button on the shock collar if he strays too far from the fence- too close to the roses. and when you do that enough to the dog, it'll grow to fear the roses and the freedom they could bring.
the lure of roses is a threat to the ancestors, seen by them as the siren of flowers. every rose has its thorns. and kane should be ashamed and guilty for almost falling for them. what love could a rose bring, in comparison to a god?
the roses arent literal, of course. and its probably obvious by now what they represent.
did i think wayyy too hard about this? yeah probably, and yeah maybe its a bit much. but like i said symbolism makes me go crazy. so. there you go!! c:
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Hellllo 👋🏻, I follow you on Ao3, I hope this isn't annoying or anything, just genuinely wanting to know. I really enjoyed the LowRes and Josh and Nancy Drew series, was just wondering if you're still writing for them or if it's done. You don't have to answer.
Ya'll some thirsty bitches... here's a sneak preview of what I'm writing for Kinktober. <3_<3
You strum your fingers on the metal door frame and make a face, “Jesus… this guy’s baby dick energy is so massive it probably never occurred to him that people like us existed.”
Inside the van, behind you, Wrench grins loudly, “Did you seriously say baby dick energy? Now all I can picture are penis lasers,” and, with robotic static, adds, “Pew-pew-right in the dick!”
You roll your eyes, backpedal inside the safety of the van and plunk down on the swivel chair and desk setup bolted to the floor. There’ll be enough mansion ogling when you’ve finished Ray’s algo anyway and if you get Wrench riled up too fast, then nothing productive is getting done today.
Wrench stays quiet for two-point-three seconds, then collapses into a playgirl-esque pose on the computer desk in front of you. Before he can knock over your milky coffee drink with his elbow, you scoot it out of the way with a pointed glare, all without taking a hand off the keys.
“Ya know you’re supposed to be the lookout, right?”
Pixel arrows point at the ceiling happily, “Nothing’s happened since we got here. The prodigal son is out,” he waves a tattooed hand like he’s brain farting on a particular word, “prodigality-ing… or something, and you’re waaaay nicer to look at than the adult LEGO set that fucker calls a house. Plus, you still owe me for losing that bet last night.”
While Wrench can be insufferable at times and you actually take pride in your work ethic unlike ‘someone,’ he is utterly charming to a fault, so you hide a smile and ignore his finger-gunning crotch motions.
“You so would pick something sexual for that,” you respond as dryly as possible.
Watching his emotes go from seductive hearts to underscores then inward slashes like a sad puppy dog was worth the finger flick he lands on your cheek, especially when the movement makes the hem of his hoodie ride up his stomach, exposing a sliver of hard abdominals, inked with scatch-hearts. It wouldn’t be all that wise to get distracted this way, but Wrench is a jack of all trades and a master of many; he’s mastered the art of LowRes seduction very, very well.
You blush a little, but only after he readjusts the denim creases around his junk, rubbing at what looks like an oil stain from the events of last night. The algorithm from T-Bone gets typed in a tad slower due to some minor ‘distractions’ but all in all, this lil’ mission Marcus sent you both on is going swimmingly.
“Gotta admit,” Wrench wonders aloud, “this dude’s got way too many lemon-flavored goodies to not have some sort of protocol against hacker babes like us.”
You nod while typing in the final line of code, then throw down the enter key with a puff of breath, “No shit. It’s almost too easy. Like, suspiciously so.”
“Hmm, want me to check the digital keypad while you run that thing?”
“Probably a smart move,” you agree, lifting your laptop and drink off the desk as he wiggles like spawning salmon off the edge - heels smacking the metal floor with a lurch over the wheels. He kicks open the back doors - ever the subtle criminal - and starts judging the keypad.
The van and the two of you are currently stationary in Ahed’s four-car garage which is unsurprisingly empty since the McMansion was still being shown to high-end clients for future mass development. Rich assholes weren’t always the smartest people, as much as they thought they were. Opening their lives up to hackers through everything from toaster ovens to smart showerheads was only gonna make groups like DedSec stronger. Bring it on, you think with a tiny smile.
“Ooooh, looks like fart boy had his dingleberries install a monitoring chip,” Wrench’s voice crackles from around the van, “I could just… right…” something metallic stabs and clicks, “there!”
He swings himself back inside the van, close enough you can feel the furnace that is his body temperature lather on your right side. Double-carets smile at you as he hunches over, presenting a little, toothy microchip between his fingertips.
“See, it’s all in the wrist.”
“Mmhmm,” you can't help but smile, “your technique is not in question, don’t worry.” His skills are never really in question, at least not when it comes to you, but you add a little insinuation to your words considering he’s been threatening you with a good time since this morning.
Your tone does not go unnoticed.
As the algorithm does its thing - rendering the security firm obsolete via a fake firewall - Wrench tosses the offending chip over his shoulder and props his spiked chin in his fist, lowering his voice to Barry Manilow levels, “Only thing I’m worried about is when I get to stick my cockerdoodle in your-“
“Shooosh,” you interrupt hastily, looking dramatically behind him, “do you hear that?”
“Hear what now?” His mask blinks question marks.
The silence continues.
“That.”
Wrench goes silent as a bricked system and looks over his shoulder, knowing when it’s time to get serious.
With a tight lipped-smile and your best dramatic tone locked and loaded, you whisper, “It’s the sound of a rare Wrench not saying something pornographic for five seconds.”
Side-eyeing underscores turn to you, but the leather below his digital display creases, proving that beneath the glare, he’s grinning
“Pffff,” he raspberries, “it was way longer than that!”
“Well, maybe seven seconds.”
#ask#anon#redpool#wrench watch dogs#watch dogs 2#fanfiction#writing#lowres#teaser#also#yeah... I always forget I wrote stuff for infamous second sons XD#delsin rowe is so hot#i'll die on that hill
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Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 7-8 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)
Chapter 7: Rem
Who counts speed in decimal points of MPH?!
I'm laughing so hard over the ominous kyuru-kyuru-kyuru of the squeaking wheel.
IT WAS JUST A DISTRACTION!!!
Dang, that's so many communication tubes...
LOL, I can't believe Vash took the time to make a sign and stick it to one of the mook's backs.
"That blond twit" is probably one of the nicer things people have called Vash, TBF. I don't think that title would bother him much.
Heheheheheh, Vash just... randomly having high-tech lost technology tiny radio gadgets on him. Because of course he does.
This is true. Also, he probably doesn't want to. He should probably just explain by smiling and saying, "I'm Vash the Stampede!" That would probably be enough.
Aw, man. Things are already not going their way.
I love, love how strongly Vash reacts to realizing he accidentally injured someone badly. It hurts to see, but it tells us so much about his character.
Current favorite Vash Serious Pose:
Oh, child. Vash knows EXACTLY what he's doing and what the risks are.
Vash is telling Katie to remember Rem's name, but without context, it's just gonna be confusing for the kid.
I appreciate the little detail that, now that the injured peon is being treated for his wound, we see his face. Now he's no longer a faceless peon. Now he's a person.
I've seen other people say it, but I'm gonna say it, too. Vash is absolutely not underestimating people.
I love how Vash's face is covered in this panel. I love how it obscures our perception of how he's reacting to this. I love how hard this hits when you know his history.
"Your ticket to the future is always blank."
Yeah, Shinypants McGee gets it. He recognizes skill when he sees it.
Poor Vash has been running around too much with all this. He needs a nap and some juice. And... uh... medical treatment.
That... is the exact opposite of "the only clear room."
And yet, Vash's first concern is making sure Katie is safe.
Chapter 8: Duelists
Aww, colored Milly and Meryl!
And here the ship's captain is like, "Yep, I'm now putting all my hopes into the hands of some rando I haven't even met because he may or may not be giving Shinypants McGee trouble."
Someone's been dodging bullets again, I see...
Current favorite Vash Annoyed Pose:
Dear lord, this crotch shot. It's upsetting. Suffer with me (and the kid) as I post a picture of it.
Pfft. I'm pretty sure only a couple chapters back Vash was talking about how people's hearts in this world were so dry it made him wonder why folks go on living. I think he knows that reality isn't exactly pretty.
DERRINGER MERYL!!! DERRINGER MERYL!!!
LOL, Milly just inventing a cool name for herself on the spot.
Overlook today's events?? Why is she blaming Vash for today's events?! He's been doing his darndest to STOP today's events, and he certainly didn't put them in motion!
Hahahaha, seems like the peons didn't realize they were up against Mr. The Stampede.
Dang, Vash cutting right to the point there. He just straight-up deduces Shinypants McGee lost family in July. Shinypants denies it, but methinks this good sir doth protest too much.
Alas, no answers for anyone here.
Despite everything this guy's done, Vash trusts he'll honor the bargain of the duel and agrees to it.
I love that Meryl and Milly are still running around in their peon suits.
DRAMATIC COIN TOSS
Really, all Shinypants has to do is drag this out. He doesn't have to win. If he takes too long, the ship is lost regardless. But if he takes too too long, he'll go down with it.
This guy opens fire wildly, but Vash... he only shot a single bullet, yeah?
Oh, babygirl. Where's your band-aid??
Sure, he's honoring his bargain, but the situation just went from bad to worse.
#this is a terrible place to leave off but it's all i have time for tonight#trigunbookclub#trigun manga#volume 1#pancake analysis
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,, when he falls "
- harryosborn x reader
a.n : i havent posted in like two days cause i was catching up on sleep. uhhh i have a lot of ideas and would probably post it later today. this is model harry before he went back to nyc to take over oscorp.
warnings : none , cringy y/n to some ig??
**lowercase intended**
when harry was offered to take a modeling career, he had to. why turn down such opportunities knowing that you are able to get off school. what he didn't know is that it would be tiring. you being his personal stylist made it worse for him. you and your jokes were insufferable. instead of enjoying his time out to model, he had to face you.
" look up, you are not stupid right? " you sighed loudly when harry kept insisting on lowering his head, fully knowing that you need him to look up to make it easier to apply makeup. placing your fingers on his chin gently and lifting it up slowly, you cant help but notice how his gaze falters. did he really hate you? i mean yea, your jokes were probably horrendous, but you were just trying to lighten up the mood. your past experiences with models were way different, they laughed and passed jokes around whenever their with you. so why is he being so hard with you right now. maybe it was just him? so not wanting to annoy him further and to make his day more pleasant, you kept your mouth shut for the rest of the day.
harry noticed your change in behavior, hesitant to question about it.
" you okay? you- , you seem quiet. no rant or anything- " harry looked everywhere but you, he could feel your gaze burning a hole into him. it was almost as if you were trying to build up an answer for him.
" mhm. " was all that you came up with. he knew he wont be able to get you to talk, so he too kept quiet.
when harry was posing for pictures in such clothes, he noticed you standing from afar, watching him. there was when your colleague greeted you with a cup of coffee. he saw how happy you became, the way your colleague would say something - probably a joke, and the way youd laugh and shake your head. harry didnt like the interaction, was there a reason why you wouldn't talk, rant or even try to annoy him. while he was posing for more pictures, his eyes kept flickering to you. you were talking to your colleague, way to focused in it to notice that he was done.
" yea but like i didnt expect such a reaction, yknow? and when i was about to ask hi- " your rant was cut off by harry clearing his throat.
" well hello to you too harry. i should get going, yea? see you.. when i see you? " your colleague pressed a hand on your shoulder, nodding towards harry.
" thanks again for the coffee! " your colleague smiled with adoration, leaving you and harry alone.
" well he got you up and running " he again saw how your mood die down whenever it came to him that day.
not answering, you walked back into the room with harry following you.
the day ended fast, thank god. but hell did the night end fast. the next day, harry had another photoshoot and he was ready to make it up to you. he used the night away from you to reflect on what he had done. so when he expected to be bombarded with a strong cherry perfume that youd always wear, he walked into the dimly lit room. was he late? no, it couldnt be. he was always on time. he had an extra coffee in his hand, remembering how you enjoyed the coffee your colleague prepared, in hopes he could make peace with you ; wishing to hear your awful jokes that youd always make.
placing the coffees he got down, he walked into the studio with the intention to ask his manager whether you are going to show up. before he could even get a word out, you came running in.
" uh sir, im very sorry. ive sent you a message that i was running late but got no reply- " you halted, taking a deep breath in. your boss, who didnt look to angry, nodded who greeted you back with a good morning.
noticing that harry was there and saw the whole interaction, you simply nodded and walked into your room.
" why do you have to be such a klutz, huh? you mess up everything- " you were whispering to yourself, cursing yourself out. you had just woken up late from extra paperwork, and you couldn't seem to forgive yourself as you were always punctual. you cut yourself off when you noticed harry walk in.
straightening your posture, you looked up at him, nodding towards the chair by the vanity waiting for him to settle down.
" here, i got you coffee. " harry place your coffee by your bag.
" uhm, thanks. how much was it? " grabbing your wallet to pay him back when you were met with harrys hand on yours stopping you. harry shook his head, hoping that youd get the message that he didnt want you to repay him. nodding, you place you wallet back in your bag, grabbing the coffee and sipping it, hoping to get more refreshed.
you didnt notice how harry smiled softly, he didnt realize how much he enjoyed your rants and jokes until you decided to shut up.
when harry sat on the chair, getting himself comfortable. he couldn't help but ask, " why dont you ever talk anymore? you know, your rants and jokes? " your movements barely halted, wishing that hed shut up. thats how he probably felt when you couldn't shut up.
" you know, i just don't feel like talking- "
" to me. right? you dont feel like talking to me. i noticed how cheerful and talkative you were with others but me. look, i know i may be harsh in the past and do regret it. i uhh, really enjoy your company and little rants and jokes. i wish i heard more. " harry was now looking at you from the mirror, your expression unreadable. which was rare, knowing how you expressed your feelings whenever you got the chance.
you were about to nod when harry spoke up again.
" no, and don't nod as if you have nothing to say. "
" okay, okay fine. what do you want truly? why so sudden? " you were staring at him. you hated how beautiful he was, hated how he made you feel the few weeks you worked with him.
" because, because i realized how your insufferable jokes made my day. i didnt know how to express my feelings, but you taught me to. " harry twisted his chair, facing you. harry hated how beautiful you were, hated how you made him feel the few weeks he worked with you. maybe he was acting all harsh because the foreign feeling he had was confusing him. did his stomach turn and become all fluttery because he hated you, or was it because he liked you?
you scoffed, walking away. harry grabbed your wrist and pull you towards him, where you fell onto his lap.
" what are you doing- " you voice died down when you realized what was happening. harrys lips was on yours, soft and passionate. you had shared multiple kisses in the past, but nothing felt like this. you didnt realize how bad your heart was thumping. didnt realize how badly you both wanted each other.
#imagines#oneshots#dane dehaan#harry osborn x reader#tasm!harry osborn#tasm!harry osborn x reader#valerian#valerian and the city of a thousand planets#valerianxreader#adult model
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MC's Idol Crush Collection Event-Masamune
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I stood in the crowd, so close to the stage. Saki and I were excitedly clutching onto each other as we waited with baited breath for Swagger, our favorite idol group to come out on stage. Masamune was behind us with Haru, Saki’s boyfriend.
“Are they always this excited about these…concerts?” Masamune asked Haru.
“Only for this group.” Haru answered. “It’s been years since Swagger put on a performance. They were really popular when we were all kids…and let’s just say these two put the fan in fanatic.”
“I heard that Haru.” Saki called over her shoulder, giving her boyfriend a pout.
“Yeah…no need to tell Masamune all of my embarrassing secrets.” I added, my cheeks reddening.
Masamune just grinned at me. “Don’t worry about it. You’re pretty cute when you’re excited like this.”
Now I was blushing for entirely different reasons. It was so amazing how Masamune was so cool and confident…otherwise he might get annoyed and jealous. Of course, none of that made me feel any less embarrassed by my fangirling. It’s not like there were events like this in the Sengoku.
It was at this moment the announcer was coming over the speakers. “Alright, ladies and the poor gentlemen who were dragged along…give it up for Swagger!”
The group was then coming out on the stage, Saki and I, along with all the other women in the audience, were screaming as the lights changed and lit up the stage. The group came out, dressed completely in white pants and shirts. Some of them, there shirts were button-up that were open apart or all the way. Others were in tank tops and the lead singer was completely shirtless.
“Ahh!” Saki and I screamed together along with all the other ladies in the crowd. I honestly think there were tears in my eyes. I couldn’t believe how excited I was. Not to mention…we were so close to the stage. Like…I could probably reach up and touch the band.
They went through some of their greatest hits before the music slowed to one of their love ballads. Each member of the group went to a different section of the stage, carrying a rose. I lost my mind when Ritsu, my favorite group member, was in front of us. He knelt down and was looking directly at me, as he sang.
I felt myself dying a little inside. This was a dream come true. I started crying, I was eating this entire thing up. Towards the end of the song, he was reaching the rose out and tossing it to me. I was screaming and squealing, Saki jumping up and down beside me just as excited for me.
When the concert was over, we were all backstage, waiting in line for our chance to meet the group and get autographs and pictures. Saki and I were excitedly clutching onto each other again. “Ugh…I still can’t believe I caught the rose…I swear this is the best birthday present ever, Saki.”
Saki was grinning at me. “I hoped you would say that.”
“Oh, we have a birthday girl here.”
Saki and I both turned as Ritsu was approaching us, looking so fine. I burst into a fit of giggles, Saki joining me. “Yes, it’s…it’s my birthday.” I said, my cheeks bright red.
“Well, then I am glad you caught my rose. I had a feeling when I saw your beauty from the stage that there was something special about you.” Ritsu said. “Happy birthday baby girl.”
I giggled and lifted a hand to play with my hair nervously. “Th-thank you.”
Ritsu was then signing our photographs and posing for pictures with us, before he was getting the rest of the group together to sing Happy Birthday to me. The ride back to the hotel, Saki and I spent squealing and reliving our favorite details of the night. We bid each other goodnight, still grinning like complete idiots as we headed to our rooms with our boyfriends.
Once Masamune and I were alone, his arms were coming around me from behind, pulling me against him. “You know, Kitten…this has been an interesting night.” He told me, a note of displeasure in his voice.
“Why…do you sound like you didn’t enjoy it?” I asked.
Masamune’s lips were coming to the side of my neck, sucking hard until he had left a mark. “Because…” He replied, his hand sliding up under my shirt, teasing over the flesh of my ribs.
“Masamune?” I breathed out as he trailed his hand up before cupping my breast through my bra.
“You’re cute when you’re excited, Kitten.” Masamune went on, his lips kissing along my neck. “But even I can only take so much.”
The next thing I knew, Masamune was spinning me around and pushing me up against the wall. His lips were on mine in a fierce kiss. His hands were making quick work of my clothes before sliding over my curves.
I was breathless by the time the kiss ended, Masamune pulling back to look at me, that blue eye so intense. “I…” I breathed out too stunned to form a coherent sentence. Masamune was always a whirlwind -one of the many things I loved about him- but this…this was different even for him. “What’s…what’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“I have an impudent kit that needs punished.” Masamune replied, lifting a finger to trace over my lower lip.
“But…I…I thought you…said I was cute?” I asked.
“You’re always cute, Kitten.” Masamune replied. “It all just hit me differently than I expected.”
I met Masamune’s gaze then. I saw a spark of something in his eyes and my own widened in recognition. “Wait…were…were you jealous?” I asked.
Masamune got that grumpy cat look on his face. “Yes.” He admitted reluctantly.
I was having to fight the grin that tugged at my lips. “But…I thought YOU didn’t get jealous?”
“I don’t.” Masamune replied. “Not when another man is making a move on you anyway…but seeing my kitten get all worked up over another man…that’s a different story.”
I gasped, realizing that Masamune was jealous because of my intense fangirling. I wrapped my arms around him. “You know…there’s really only one man for me Masamune and that’s you.”
Masamune was grinning at me. “I’m just going to spend tonight reminding YOU of that…you won’t be screaming for any other man ever again.”
I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine at his words. “Well…if it makes you feel better…” I said before his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss, his hands roaming over my naked body.
Masamune was then trailing biting kisses down the side of my neck and over my chest as he slid a hand between my thighs, going to stroke that pleasure pearl. I let out a moan as his touch sent thrills through me.
Masamune’s fingers were sliding back and he slid two inside, stroking and curling, hitting that sweet spot over and over until my walls were clenching around his fingers. Masamune didn’t let me rest long as I was coming down. The next thing I knew, I heard the zipper of his pants coming undone and he was sliding inside of me in one swift motion.
“I’m not giving you any rest tonight, Kitten.” Masamune whispered in my ear as he began to pound into me.
I was already sensitive from my climax so each thrust pushed me further into madness. It didn’t take long before I was coming undone, my walls clenching around him…and Masamune still wasn’t done. He spent the night making love to me, moving me from the wall to the desk and finally to the bed. It was well past sunrise when he finally relented and I was falling into an exhausted sleep on his chest. His name was the only word to have left my lips all night.
#whimsey collection event#whimsey's events#ikesen masamune#ikemen sengoku masamune#masamune date#ikemen masamune#ikemen sengoku#cybird ikemen#cybird otome#ikemen series#otome boys#cybird#ikesen#fanfic#fanfiction
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omg for that ask meme... okay i find your attention to clothing design super super fascinating, and it makes me wonder if you have a theater background? especially like period pieces, with costumes that evoke certain eras? i like how warm and cozy your art always looks and the fact that it's inked by hand. that shit is SO HARD, are you kidding me? no undo button! i look at the expressions you draw and can just TELL that you likely make them with your own face when you're trying to figure them out on paper. they always look so natural, and it's honestly amazing how well you distinguish the different four swords guys given the fact that they are visually very similar in the manga. you give them personality just through the subtext of their appearances in a really neat and endearing way.
your writing gives me similar vibes where it's like, either you've immersed yourself in certain historical genres and aesthetics for practical reasons, like being in theater or studying them in school, or it's purely through the power of hyperfixation that you're able to channel them seamlessly into your work. either way, i admire it so much. i love how you created an entire world and magic system and tense political environment for the fsaa one-shot, despite it being. a one-shot, as far i know? it adds so much richness and depth to the character beats, and could totally work as original fiction. i still want to hang out in that tavern you described it would probably have bitchin fresh bread
okay i'm stopping now i just love getting an excuse to praise people's art in very specific ways !!
Oh wow, thank you so very much, Sam!! I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this much in response to the ask meme, but I'm absolutely delighted by it <3
To make it easier for myself, I'll break it down and answer point by point:
Do I have a theatre background? Well, not really. Not unless you count script writing, 4 years worth of D&D, a 3-day improv course I did once, and some basic stuff we did in school one winter. I think I would've loved to be more involved in theatre — either as a writer or as an actress — but at the moment I'm not. That said, script writing and acting have relatively little to do with costumes and designs. When I design clothing for characters, I have two rules in my head: it should tell the viewer something about the character; and it should be practical. That last bit is particularly important. One of the main reasons I started the LiWiAU was because I was annoyed by how impractical some of the LU Links' designs were, and I guess that's carried over into the FS designs (especially the Knights Lodge AU). That's not to say my designs are perfectly practical or deeply researched, but it does mean that I try to make the outfits as plausible and useful as possible. In terms of armour, I frequently default to my partner's superior knowledge and research actual medieval armour, but when it comes to things like winter clothing I have a lot of first-hand experience with it from Scandinavia.
Yup, inking is a one-way street! I also don't have backup sketches or copies, so if I make a mistake, I have to find ways of covering it up or distracting from it!
True! If I'm struggling with an expression, I do try to replicate it on myself to figure out how it works. This actually goes for anything, from expressions to full-body-poses, and it's not unusual that I pause in the middle of a drawing session to figure out what I'm doing.
Thank you so much! I really enjoy making the FS boys look similar but distinctly individual, and I'm so glad that comes across.
So when it comes to writing certain time periods, I'd say that's 50/50 hyperfixation and studies. The particular one-shot you're referring to is partly Dickensian, partly Austen-esque, and I did study both Dickens and Austen, as well as their respective context, in uni, which has given me some insight into the general culture at the time. (I also studied a number of other texts in that approximate time period, which has given me more to work with.)
I still don't know where the world for that one-shot came from, but I think I'm as deeply fascinated by it as you are. I'd love to explore it further one day, either as a fanfic or as original fiction.
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