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maxillness · 1 month

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Praises And Babies || SV5 x wife!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, oral (f), nipple play,

Wordcount: 1.5k

Request: okay so after winning his 3rd wdc, reader asks seb to put a baby in her heheh so breedkink seb x praisekink reader and seb doing both jobs perfectly. also some fluffy aftercare at the end if its okay

It’s stated reader has an accent, but not which one

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

It was the downfall of the race when Seb dropped from fourth to last in one lap. Everyone was on their toes during the whole race

But as good as Seb was, he finished in sixth, which was just enough for him to win his third Championship

“I love you so much, baby” She said, jumping in his arms, hugging him tightly. She pulled back from the hug, only to kiss him hard, which startled him a bit

“Ich liebe dich” He said back, once she pulled away

As they drove back to the hotel, his hand could not leave her. Didn’t matter if it was as simple as holding her hand, or as roughly as grabbing her inner thigh tightly

They waked into the lobby holding hands, it was nothing unusual. It was when they got in the elevator it got unusual

He stood behind her, his arms snaked around her body, planting small kisses on the bare skin on her neck

“What’s going on with you?” She chuckled, feeling his thumbs tracing small circles on her sides

“Nothing. I’m just showing I love you. Can’t I do that?” She would have said yes, if it wasn’t for the way he had started sucking on her skin, making her whimper

“I love you. You’re so fucking pretty” He licked over the few marks he had made, soothing the stinging sensation he had caused

“Seb… If you’re horny, just say so” She said, loving the way his tongue felt on her neck

“You know I always am” He chuckled into her neck, kissing her cheekbone as the doors opened on their floor

He held her waist as she unlocked the door to their room. They walked in and closed the door after them

She could barely take second before she was pushed up against the door, pushing all the air out of her lungs

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, lips grazing over her own

“You know I always am” She chuckled, put her hands on his waist, pulling him closer, their lips meeting each other

“Good” He gave her one last peck on the lips before he went down to his knees

His hands went under her skirt, pushing it further up her waist. She put her hands on his shoulders as he slid her panties down her legs, letting her step out of them before throwing them to the side

“So fucking wunderschön” He smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh as he lifted her leg on his shoulder

“Seb… Please” She whined, throwing her head back against the door, closing her eyes

Her pleads were cut short as his tongue darted through her folds, collecting the wetness that was already starting to pool out of her

He drew out a moan from her when he went over her clit “Fuck, baby. Just like that” She grinding lightly against his tongue, wanting more pressure

One of his hands pushed her hips lightly against the door, holding her still, while his other hand slowly crept up her leg toward her cunt

Her moans got louder as he started flicking her clit with his tongue, and it didn’t help his ring and middle finger were teasing her entrance

“Baby, please. I need you so bad, please” He loved the way he could have her be a moaning mess, just by his tongue and teasing her entrance

He slowly pushed in his fingers, making her moans shutter and become breathy “Sebastian… Please” Her accent made his name 10 times hotter to hear

He gave into her pleads and started moving his fingers in a rapid fast pace, curling his fingers in the mean time, drawing out all kinds of lewd noises from her

“Fuck, Seb, please. I’m so close. Fuck” Her thighs had slowly started shaking, her knees starting to feel like jelly

He did nothing to stop his actions. He looked up at her, loving the way he was the only one who could get her like this. Fucked out, moaning mess, begging

“Sebastian… Fuck, I’m gonna-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence before she came around his fingers with a high-pitched, lewd moan

“So good for me” He said, kissing her inner thigh, soothing her back down from her orgasm. He slowed his fingers down before coming to a stop and pulling them out of her

He softly took her leg down from his shoulder, standing back up, towering over her “Look so fucking beautiful like this” She whimpered at his words, seeing how her wetness dripped down from his lips

He pressed their lips together, meeting in a soft and tender kiss “I’ve been thinking” He mumbled into her lips as she kept kissing him, not wanting to let go “Kids… Bet you would look so fucking hot pregnant”

“Definitely. You deserve it” She mumbled, starting to guide them over to the bed

His hands went to her skirt, pulling it down before laying her gently on the bed. His hands went under her top ass well, pulling it off her, leaving her just in her bra

“‘S not fair. You have so much clothes on” She whined, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt

“Of course. You’ve been such a good girl” He said cheekily, pulling his shirt off

Her hands went on his body immediately. Touching everything she could. His shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his chest, his abdomen

Her hands traveled down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he slapped her hands away “Please. I need you”

“I know, baby. I know. I just want to appreciate you” His lips went to her stomach, starting kiss feather soft kisses along her body

His hands went behind her back, unhooking her bra. As he had gotten it off of her, his lips traveled up her body up to her breasts

His lips went to her right nipple, while his hand went to the other, toying with them both, drawing out whimpers from her, arching her back up into his mouth

“Please, baby, please. I’m begging you, please. I want you inside of me. Please, I’ve been a good girl. I want your cum inside of me” She pleaded, a hand going through his hair

Her words had stirred something inside of him. He didn’t want to appreciate her anymore, he just wanted to be inside her, see if she was falling apart beneath him

He pulled away from her, drawing out a whine from her, letting her back fall back onto the bed

He quickly got off the bed, unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants down as well as his boxers

He settled back in between her legs. He pumped himself a few times before lining up with her entrance, making her whimper

He pushed into her slowly, drawing out a long moan from her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing him further into her

He groaned, dropping his head into the crook of her neck

“You’re so fucking perfect. So good for me. Meine perfekte Frau” My Perfect wife he His words sent a blush down her whole body as he started moving slowly in and out of her

“Faster… Harder… Please” Her words were slurred as she dug her nails into his back, dragging them up and down, leaving marks

He gave into her, thrusting faster and harder into her. The only sounds filling the room were skin-against-skin and their mixed moans and groans

“Sound so perfect. Love your fucking sounds” He groaned as she clenched around him “Gott, you feel so good around me”

She could already feel her second orgasm rising to her body “Seb… I’m close, please” Her rapid clenching around him pulled him closer to the edge

“Just wait a little bit, hunny. Think you can do that for me?” He asked, kissing the bare skin on her shoulder

She could only nod in response, too fucked out at by feeling his cock starting to twitch inside her

His thrusts started getting sloppy, indicating his near orgasm “Come for me, schatzi” His words sent her over the edge, coming for the second time

A few thrusts later, and he came deep inside her. He rode out their orgasm before pulling out of her and quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, fucking his cum into her, making sure nothing would slip out of her

She was absolutely exhausted when he slipped his fingers out of her. He captured her lips in a soft kiss

“You’re always so good for me” He mumbled, kissing down her body “I love you so much, baby” She only hummed at his words, too tired to let any words out

“Wanna shower? They have a tub” He said, smiling against her skin. She agreed, but had a hard time to get up from the bed

#smut #formula one #Sebastian vettel #Sebastian vettel smut #Sebastian vettel x reader #Sebastian vettel x reader smut

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jinwoosungs · 10 days

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too sweet.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ you know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain | pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape | if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day… }

@nyashykyunnie said: HELLLOOOO. Since you granted me permission to request a daydream uhm… Jinwoo with a reader who hyperfixates on a lot of things! The fungi, the stars and most especially the sea!! Reader lovesloves whales and jellyfishes and sharks lots!! She loves the sea so much,,!!!!, She also draws a lot><!!! Art is her biggest passion most of all!! She’s like a free bird always so cheery and happy!! Loves all things pretty and cute! A very very childish reader who is just a ball of sunshine and energy!! Loves messing ariund with Jinwoo by putting little dabs of paint on his face heheh… And loves comparing hand sizes and cuddless><!!! Sorry it’s so long ueueueu

there were times when jinwoo sung had to wonder just how he got so lucky to be with someone as bright as you.

whereas he was the pure and true embodiment of darkness-

jinwoo was certain you were light personified.

everything about you was achingly sweet to the core-

too sweet, actually.

the moment he had fallen in love with you was one that happened so… naturally. that day, he had taken some time off in order to take his mother and sister to the nearest beach. he rented out a tiny cottage by the sea, giving them the perfect view of the ocean.

while his mother and sister spent some time walking on the beach together, jinwoo wanted to give them a chance to have the much needed mother-daughter moment they both deserved, deviating from the mainland beach when he sees rugged rocks with tide pools settled beneath the harsh terrain. he thinks about all the fascinating creatures that lived within such little pools and steps closer to the area.

however, the closer he got to the tide pools, the quickly he realized that he was not alone.

for settled against one of the rocks was a young woman that was sketching within the confines of her sketchbook-

it was you.

jinwoo was suddenly rendered speechless at the mere sight of you, taking a moment to admire the way your hair shone from beneath the sunlight. your cute features were turned into a look of concentration, with your lips pursed and your eyebrows furrowed in response.

as you inched closer to the shallow pool, you had somehow lost your balance and nearly face-planted within the waters-

had it not been for jinwoo’s quick thinking, making a mad dash toward you as he captured your frame within his arms. his eyes were glowing with amusement, fighting back a smile when he sweetly asks, “are you alright?”

jinwoo helps you safely lean back against the rock, with your hands gripping on tightly to his wrist before meeting his gaze.

not a hint of fear was seen settled in your eyes, and jinwoo found that he couldn’t look away from you. your smile goes wide as you eagerly introduced yourself to him. already mesmerized by your bright and sunny nature, he repeats your name, ready to introduce himself as well when you suddenly beat him to it.

“you’re jinwoo sung, i know.”

you know?

“that’s interesting.” jinwoo couldn’t stop himself from letting out a chuckle. usually, those that met him treated him like some celebrity or idol, getting tongue tied as they bowed down to him, stuttering out their greetings while avoiding his gaze-

but you-

you were oh so different.

your gaze met with his in an unflinching manner, with your lips tilted up in a smile that manages to make his heart pound in response. the more he looked at you, the more he could feel his heart becoming filled with your sweetness and light.

after trading pleasantries, he helps you down from the rock, walking along the beach with you while softly asking if he could see your sketchbook. you would give him a sheepish expression, your cheeks being filled with heat before giving him your sketchbook as you told him your sketches “weren’t much.” as he flips through the pages, you were clearly downplaying your talents as each and every sketch was filled with a vibrancy he had never seen before.

but that all changes when jinwoo sees a sketch of himself hidden amidst the pages.

your gasp and the way you immediately tried to take the sketchbook away from him was amusing, with jinwoo holding the book up high, his eyes glowing while they took in the sight of the drawing you had made of him.

from the soft expression to the way his hair was carefully layered, jinwoo couldn’t help but feel a hint of pride, seeing how pretty you had made him.

“beautiful…” after ensuring that your sketch of him was burned into his very memories, he returns it back to you, basking in your shy expression and the way you suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze.

“you weren’t supposed to see that. now, i’m sure you find me… strange, right?”

yet instead of teasing you further-

he asks you out on a date later that night.

and the moment you accepted his offer for a date-

the rest was history.

a single date meant as a simple thank you for allowing him to see your sketches turned into something a bit more frequent; a bit more permanent.

jinwoo would find himself spending every weekend to visit you, allowing the seemingly simple and innocent crush to grow into something much deeper.

and truly, how could he not fall in love with you?

each time you spoke passionately about your interests-

(of the sharks and colorful jellyfish that lives within the crystal blue depths of the ocean;

of the strange mushrooms seen growing within your backyard, seeming to have a life of their own as they lengthened and grew beneath the emerald green grass;

of the constellations seen shimmering within the night sky from beneath the light of the full moon…)

never once did jinwoo get tired of hearing your musings and rants that pertained to your current hyperfixations, and more often than not, he would find gifts for you that further helped strengthened your love for each and every one of your interests.

(an encyclopedia for the ocean creatures and various fungal life; a book that goes into each legend of each constellation seen within the night sky and a telescope…)

in jinwoo’s eyes, no gift was ever too much for you. for you were the sole person that stole his very heart at first sight.

when he finally put a label on his relationship with you, he swore he would never forget the look of utmost joy within your eyes. your sweet voice would call out to him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, already planting a kiss against his parted lips.

a choked sound of surprise escapes from jinwoo, making you gasp as you quickly pulled away from him. a slew of apologies were heard coming from you-

and jinwoo wasn’t having it.

with a grunt of your name, he keeps your head still before diving in for another kiss, basking in the way you momentarily let out a gasp before practically melting against him. in mere seconds, jinwoo quickly became addicted to the soft and sweet taste of your lips.

already so enamored with you, he pulls away from you, only to murmur against your lips, “you’re too sweet for me… but… i have a feeling i could get used to your taste…”

it came as no surprise when jinwoo decided to move in together with you, not being able to handle a single moment spent separated away from you. each and every day was spent in an almost blissful manner, with the s-rank hunter cherishing each and every part of you.

and tonight was no different.

for your one year anniversary, jinwoo had taken you back to the beach where you had first met, preparing a home cooked dinner that consisted of all your favorite foods. after your meal, you had laid against jinwoo’s chest while resting on the blanket, simply enjoying the colors that seemed to set the sky aflame while the sun began to set over the horizon.

jinwoo’s eyes were closed, simply basking in your warmth and the way the setting sun had painted his whole world in hues of a gentle twilight. while he was resting, he could feel your hand inching closer to his as you carefully held on to it. jinwoo could feel a smile begin to spread across his full lips as you flattened the palm of your hand against his, clearly measuring the size of your hand in comparison to his.

a soft chuckle escapes from him, “sarang, silly love of mine, just what are you doing?”

he opens up one eye to look at you, a half-smile painting his handsome features as he allowed an arm to wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest as he remained laying down. basking in your giggles once more, he feels his heart began to race again the moment you lean down to press a kiss against his chest.

“i love you so much, jinwoo.”

“heh, i love you more, sarang.”

jinwoo presses a kiss against your hair while letting you play with his hands. he watches you with adoration, seeing you pick up his hand before interlocking your fingertips together. a wide grin paints his features when he gives your hand a squeeze before turning you around so that you were now settled with your back against the blanket.

your breathing comes out as gentle giggles, and jinwoo takes this chance to press several, audible smooches against your features. the more you let out those melodious sounds of your laughter, the more he kept littering your face with those achingly sweet kisses.

jinwoo successfully distracts you, and you couldn’t help but frown when you felt a sudden weight against your left ring finger. catching your shocked expression, he allows you to sit up while looking at the ring settled against your finger.

it was an incredibly cute and endearing ring, with your favorite gemstone shaped into a heart as you met jinwoo’s gaze, eyes going wide with your lips parted in response. “jinwoo… what’s this?”

“a promise.” his reply comes out as hoarse and shaky, taking your hand as he presses a kiss against the ring he had just gifted you. “i know it feels… a bit too soon to propose any… ah… commitment. but still, i wanted you to know that i’m completely serious about you.”

“this ring will serve as my promise to you… of what is to come.”

with a choked sob of his name, you lean forward to kiss him once more, perfectly slotting your lips against his as jinwoo kissed you back with just as much passion.

jinwoo knew right then and there that he had made the right decision of keeping you; for you were (and always will be) his sole light.

a.n. - when kyunnie made a second part to her most gut wrenching angst, i was so elated and happy that i wanted to write / make a daydream of hers come true. i hope i wrote your daydreams well enough! 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #.stories

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izuhan · 1 year

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random i love you︱stray kids

pairing: boyfried!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff, love love︱warning: grammar mistakes, not proofread, i love jeongin

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ i have no lover but i have skz so for this day, I put their (title?)names as how I call them usually. if u have no one today too, pls consider my hug and love (づ￣ ³￣)づ~♡

a/n: hello again, i kind of want to keep the names like these for future posts too so tell me if you like them(♡˙︶˙♡)

⸝⸝channie♡ᵎ

— dysfunctions

— you can say bang_chan.exe has stopped working

— he told you to stay behind while he finishes work, and listening to his songs on your phone with headphones, watching clips of him—there would slip a “pfft—chan, i love you.”

— will not move until all is well processed in his head, or you gave up on being embarrassed alone and shared it with him by planting your head on his shoulder or you would curl behind him like a ball as he approaches you, wrapping himself around you with such a smug teasing grin

— “again?” but you wouldn’t be able to, because you know he's teasing you. “heheh, i love you too!”

⸝⸝lino♡ᵎ (i also call him mimo)

— (almost) breaks neck

— both of you had decided to work on things (read: separation to control urges) in different rooms on the couches with open doors. scrolling through your work and suddenly, you decide to turn your head for a quick glance which he did the same, you chuckled, whispering “i love you” because you thought he saw you already, why back down now?

— but upon him being aware of what you just said, silence ensues, you’re doing your thing on your device now, completely embarrassed, while he, staring at you with eyes blown wide waiting and waiting

— until he decided to take matters into his own hands

— wraps arms around your neck, whispering “i love you too,”

— now you’re both flustered idiots and abandoned work

⸝⸝binnie♡ᵎ

— (kind of) chokes but pulled it off nicely by giggling (read: coughing)

— it was after his workout routine, only left was chugging water and some shake. you came to the room unannounced and saw him as surprised as you are. “oh—i love you,”

— he could be a cute red on the face since although you two had confessed your love a lot to each other, random ones like this do hit him harder than a dump truck specifically it came out of your mouth as though that is what you only say when you see him.

— whines and pull you close, giggling adorably now and still whining

— “why would you say that so suddenly? i’m not prepared!” and whispers it back lovingly, with you in his arms.

⸝⸝hyune♡ᵎ

— he wouldn’t try to break his neck, but he will most likely hit himself on something, but with your great reflex it could be prevented

— you were helping him arrange his books on his newly bought bookshelf for his art room. seeing the effort he put into the room, the arts, the many romance novels and just so many books, you’ve found yourself falling in love once again. “ah… i love you, hyunjin.”

— both of you were blushing like crazy

— hyunjin almost ran directly to the bookshelf, thankfully you were there by the time you realized what you have done and stopped him with your hand

— would press your hand against his cheek, then gazing at your stunned face and kissing your hand before both of them were on his face

— thin width close to your face, “i love you too, my love.” and a kiss.

⸝⸝jiji♡ᵎ

— trips by himself

— turns out, hiring you as his cameraperson would result in something dangerous.

— he's fully aware of your fond eyes watching over him. he gets shy of course, but the abrupt - “i love you” and a thumbs up has got him fighting demons, his legs twisting, and he’s met with the waxed floor.

— he would obviously, howl in pain, reaching for your trembling hands, so worried about him, and, leaving the phone wherever it was.

— jisung sighs heavily, leaning against the mirror “gosh! you're going to be the death of me, baby!” and draw close to your face as you’re massaging his legs

— he kisses your forehead, “i love you too,” your eyes would widen and your face flushes red- “b-but you're also fired as my cameraperson.”

⸝⸝lixie♡ᵎ

— destroys stress balls (many, if they can fit in his hands-)

— he invited you to watch a tournament of a game because your favorite show comes right after and felix, a gamer that he is-- was entirely focused and squeezing his poor stress balls

— you, who loves him dearly, would press your lips thin, looking the other way because he looks adorable when focused

— felix, who’s y/n senses tingles, asks if you were bored -- “no, im not... i love you though,”

— and, rest in peace for the stress balls flying out of his hands everywhere

— he wouldn’t be able to hold them anymore, squealing and promptly hugging you “y/n!! don't just say things like that!” and buries himself on your back, “i love you too...”

⸝⸝minnie♡ᵎ

— stares

— you’ve gone to shower, and he's off in his room writing in his diary journal, currently blushing over

writing about you and everything else, when his door was suddenly opened, his night cream stolen, “i love you,” and gone.

— not really, because he made haste, stopping you by grabbing your wrist and stares.

— “p-pardon?”

“o-oh... night cream... i-mine ran out, sorry.”

— both of your lips were sealed shut, his grip loosen but his face drew closer and a sweet tender kiss left you in daze, “thief, that doesn’t cut it though?” you open your mouth to speak but too late - “sleep here today, I'll put the night cream for you.” (translation: i love you too, stay with me now,)

⸝⸝immie♡ᵎ(shush its cute, i call him jeonginie too but,,,,)

— curls to a ball (kirby)

— aside from seungmin, you too are included in his army of photographers and you do your job so well, you get a kiss right after

— he was posing naturally and cutely, when your giggles were all he could focus on and your mouth --“so cute, i love you.”

— he would feel his legs weakening, and he would descend to the ground and curls to a ball, his knees covering his flushed face

— worried about him, you would ask repeatedly if he was well but all he did was pull you towards him

— he’s pouting, face adorably red - “i love you too,” and he would kiss you after, huffing and puffing cutely as he drags you home, demanding you take responsibility for his state of being.

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writer-kermit · 1 year

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tight dress, loose pajamas.

❥ PAIRING: TOORU OIKAWA x GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.0k

ঞ ~ SUMMARY: Oikawa spoils you after you got promotion. During that, he discovers a new kink of yours. What shall he do with it?

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: THIS IS THE FIRST FIC OF 2023!! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Tickling Kink, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Oikawa. MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

“I’m home.” You said, your voice echoing across the hallway. “Welcome back, love.” Toru Oikawa replied while walking to the entrance. You both shared an embrace. He lifted your chin to kiss your cheeks and lips. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes! I’m sorry it took longer than usual.” Oikawa then had a reassuring laugh. “It’s okay [....]. You were celebrating your promotion after all.”

Oh, that’s right. Your colleagues wanted to host a party after you earned your promotion as an advisor. You had dinner, played party events, and even got the courage to do some karaoke. Although you enjoy your time with your co-workers, you preferred your husband over anyone else.

“Would you like anything to eat? I made some treats after practice.” He asked you. “No, thank you dear. Let’s just go to bed.” Oikawa was surprised by your answer but abided regardless. Who doesn’t want to relax after a long day at “work?”

Oikawa observed you silently as you removed your formal wear. He took note of your body features, such as your skin, stretchmarks, and especially your curves. You caught him staring at you twice, but he didn’t react differently. “Am I that appealing to you?” You asked him.

“Well, appealing is an understatement.” You laughed at his comment. Once you made yourself ready, you plopped down on the bed. Oikawa then pulled you closer to him. He then peppered lazy kisses on your ears, nose, cheeks, and lips.

“I missed you so much. Did you know that?” He purred, placing tiny kisses on your neck. “Mnn…” You sighed. Oikawa chuckled warmly as his hand slid under your shirt. His fingers gently traced around your skin. Well, too gently.

“Pffthehehe…” You giggled sheepishly. “Hm? Is something funny?” Oikawa asked, his fingers still rendering across your stomach. “N-no dear,” you replied. “It just… It kind of tickles when you touch me.” Oikawa then stopped abruptly and stared at you. “Does it now?” He said in disbelief. You nodded shyly and his cocky smirk appeared.

“Well then, you don’t mind if I continue, do you?” You held on to your breath. This feeling was unusual. However, it was enjoyable. You sighed and nodded hesitantly, and Oikawa kissed your lips sweetly.

“Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will be gentle.” You felt your heart race rapidly as he lifted your shirt, revealing your bare chest. You let out an anxious giggle as you felt Oikawa’s warm hands against your sides. Without warning, his fingers dug into your skin.

“Hyaah! Waitwaitwait!” You squealed. “I- I wahahasn’t-” “You didn’t need to be ready [....].” Oikawa whispered against your ear, causing you to giggle. He planted more ticklish kisses against your neck and collarbone as his fingers went under your underarms. “Ehahaha! T-Toru…!” You whined, slightly arching your back.

“What? You want me to touch you here?” Oikawa then squeezed your hardened nipples. He smiled to himself as he heard mixtures of your laughter and moans. “Just how ticklish are you?” He asked. “I’m getting kind of hungry. So excuse me if you will.” You almost shrieked as you felt teeth nibbling against your ribcage.

“Wahahaha! Nohoho!” You laughed once more. Oikawa giggled along with you as he nibbed on your skin. His hands rested on your hips as he continued down to your midriff. He nipped your navel teasingly right before stopping at your sex.

“Hehehe. Are you okay?” Oikawa asked you. From his point of view, you looked like melted jelly. Your face was red with embarrassment, and your hips and legs were trembling. But even after all of that, you were still giggling. “M-mhm..” You replied. “But you’re trembling love. Could it be that you’re turned on?” You bit your lip and squeezed your legs together. Looks like Oikawa has gotten his answer.

“C’mere you…” Oikawa purred. You immediately jolted as you felt his fingers attack your inner thighs. “WAAH! Nonono nohohot thehehere!” You whined again. “Why? Tickles too much?” Of course it did! His fingers went dangerously close to your aching spot. You twitched and squirmed every pinch, squeeze, and tickle you felt. You watched Oikawa carefully as he stripped off your pants and underwear. “Look at you. You’re all sensitive just from me tickling you.” He laughed.

“Mnnhehehe… Toru…” You moaned. “You’re so impatient baby,” He teased, “I’ll be dining on you now.” With that, Oikawa placed his mouth inside of you hungrily. You moaned happily as you felt his tongue lap around every tender bit. “Ahaahha.. T-Toru..” You whimpered. Oikawa let out reassuring hums as he rubbed your ass, stimulating you further.

“Oh god…” He grunted. “The more noises you make, the more it’s turning me on too…” He then rushed to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his erected cock. “Toru please, I… I want you…” You whined. “I want you too love, just hold on to me.” He slowly pushed himself inside of you. You threw your head back at the first thrust, but soon relaxed at the second one. Toru placed his hands on your hips, but then started to squeeze and claw on them.

“aaAAHAH?!” You cackled, desperately trying to keep your composure. “I never said I would stop~” Oikawa sang. You certainly didn’t expect this outcome. He kissed your lips as he continued to tickle you. Hearing your voice was like music to his ears.

“Ahaaahahaa! Toru! Toruuu…” You panted, still trying your best to hold on to your lover. You feel yourself tighten as every thrust strengthens. This feeling was unusual, but god–why did it feel so good? Hell, you even came before Toru did, that must have felt embarrassing. Toru then came on your stomach and collapsed beside you.

“You did…So amazing [....].” Oikawa said, wrapping his arms around you. “T-Thank you…” You hiccuped. “But I never knew I was able to feel like this during sex.” “Hmm., perhaps it’s a new kink.” Your heart jumped when you heard the word kink.

“A k-kink?!” You blushed. “Ahaha… I’m not sure about that dear.” Oikawa’s lips then curved into a sneer again. “Shall we find out again?” He asked you, wiggling his fingers impishly. “Uhh, maybe in–Waah! In the morning! In the morning!” You laughed as Oikawa tickled you once more. At this rate, the two of you won’t even have pajamas to wear anymore.

#writing #anime smut #haikyuu #haikyuu fics #haikyuu smut #hq #hq fics #hq smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa fic #oikawa smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you

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solar-tl-27 · 9 months

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CHARMIX CHARMIX CHARMIX

Ello ello elloooooooo It’s charmix time which means! Even more characters for me to draw😭😭😭/pos

We are starting with flora because she is just my bean

Ofcourse these designs are gonna be more simple compared to enchantix…..but it will be nice to then see how all the girls changed from their enchantix because story building hehehe!

I struggled a but with her top at the start so i changed it and now i love it 10/10!

I also gave her little rainboots cuz she’s a plant fairy she’s gonna be in the mud!

Also I’m using a different brush for the wings for charmix to give them a little more interest!

Hope y’all like it be prepared for more in the future MUAHHAHA I GET TO DRAW MORE SIDE CHARACTERS!

#winx #winx club #winx redesign #winx fanart #winx flora #winx charmix #charmix #winx reignited

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giantchasm · 13 days

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"Hello Peony, what kinds of powers do you have? And are they easy to keep under control?"

- Moroshi

Soul magic's about all I can do, though. Dad's always saying I should practice my elemental magic more since anyone can learn it, but... uh, I kind of don't see the point? If anyone can learn it then it's not super special, and I'm not really sure it could help me. I'm happy with the powers I have. I've been able to meet some wonderful people thanks to them. If I had to pick some downsides, I've noticed that I can't help Dad garden 'cause I kill all of the plants I touch, and sometimes I look a little... dead, which can freak people out, but I don't really care. I'd kill a gazillion flowers and walk around looking like a corpse for the rest of my life if that's what it took to do the things I do! I like being a prodigy. It makes me feel special. And I know I'm going to put my magic to really, really good use. But enough rambling. I should probably return Mom's whiteboard before she realizes I took it, hehehe...

In case anyone ever wanted a showcase of just how much of a pretentious nerd Peony is, here's her pulling out a gosh-dang-whiteboard to over-explain her powers to people.

What can I say? She comes by it honestly. Her parents are the type of people to do the exact same thing. The whole family loves feeling smart.

I'm realizing in hindsight I made a minor mistake while drawing this— Sectonia was not, in fact, in her wasp form when Peony was on the brink of death and first met her... the fact that she wasn't is plot even relevant. Good news, though, is it's Peony depicting what happened here, and so it all works out.

She remembers Sectonia was a spider at the time, of course. She simply 'didn't want you plebeians getting confused,' so she 'drew her at her most recognizable.'

Ah, Peony... I think some of that pretentiousness I mentioned is showing. You might want to tone it down for PR's sake.

@kirbyoctournament

#kirby oc tournament #peony haltmann

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noir-drabbles · 1 month

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Drafts 1

Summary: Just an unfinished solo writing thing while playing Iron Valley. Basically it was just me testing out what it is I wanted, trying to create my own setting and characters, but then my brain got bored of it. So, I figured I may as well dump it here.

(I said I was going to start dumping my drafts here and I am going to commit to it. Drafts will be half actual prose writing and rambles on the side because I want people to enjoy the ideas and characters I have in my head. Hope this is fun!)

(Oh yeah, here's the link to the game I was playing. Lot of reading but it's easy to start and understand. Really does test out one's creative muscles.)

Today’s Spring pick for the Luminariae Post is as follows:

When a new branch grows, I always worry for what it may carry. The bark upon the trunk is many years old and yet it still insists on growing new leaves, new buds, and new fruits. A large and wise old tree, and yet it didn’t know age. It didn’t know where it should draw its limits. It simply grew and produced, as it always has, even when the threat of disease was always there.

But I’m not scornful. I’ll simply grab my polished clippers and snap off whatever rot has caught onto the leaves, onto the branches. I’ll eat the fruit it gives me, and carve a flute out of the wood I snipped off.

I’ve been there when you were young, when each new leaf would make me dance in the mud because I keep forgetting not to over water you. When your fruits would spawn out of seemingly nowhere, like your love for the world could not be contained, so you had to give it back as much and as fast as you could.

You’ve long outgrown me. I can’t even climb up to the very top of you as I once used to with my own little sister. You could still support me, but the youth in your new branches are not what they used to be. And yet, you still try and grow just as much fruit as you can, even when it’s no longer anything anyone can eat.

You’re just an old fool. You and I are two of a kind. And that it why you will always be one of my dearest friends.

And every day, I thank you for being who you are.

– Carmen

Heyo, author Noir here. So, the idea I had for this little segment is that every start of the new season, the Luminariae Post would post a submission that was sent to them by one of the residents in this small town of Arbor Hills. Typically they pick submissions that have something to do with the current season, or just a general connection to nature that can be connected to said season. It's also meant for the regular folk to take a peek into a small part of that resident that wrote the piece. Just fluff writing things.

Oh, and Carmen is a big ol dragon man, the one that basically provides the Reader with a house and a job, a nice bouncing point since the Reader starts off with literally nothing, not even clothes. He's a nice man, good roommate and clearly misses having other people live in his house. There's this big tree that the whole town pays their respects towards because of the sheer size and reach of its roots. In fact, most of the plants and trees you find often end up connecting their roots to that big tree, as it provides nutrients to said plants, leading to them weathering even the toughest of disasters. Rumor has it that Carmen was the one that planted that tree when it was a sapling, but that's just a rumor.

Spring 2

Time: [0/4]

| Forecast: Sunny | Luck: Neutral | Lucky Color: Lemon |

“Did you hear? Apparently our dear local baker has been in need of a new recipe to put as a potential special.”

“Oh? Which one? Is it that sweetie Ivory or that nutty Obsidian?”

“Don’t be mean Martha. But it is nutty Obsidian. Apparently he’s going a little crazy from lack of inspiration and just wants something new to really make his day pop from grays to happy pinks.”

“Hehehe, well in that case, you think he’ll want to try out some of my homemade cookies? Maybe that’ll perk him right up and get his head out of the pizza oven ashes?”

“Bleh, if you want to kill him… But yes, let’s. I’ll be the merciful one and bring him some of my delicious tea.”

“Let’s poison him together, Lily.”

The idea I had here is basically a cutscene being played out every day, where a couple of characters do something or have a conversation that implies a very long request. The town bulletin is still a thing, but those quests will end up being pretty short. The short requests do change often, I'd say once every two days, while the longer requests are more persistent, changing once every five days. Obsidian is basically this mad scientist-like baker that loves to go crazy with the designs and flavors of his baked goods. And, well, he's prone to losing inspiration and just wants something to get that flow going. He's a pretty intense cosmic star dude, the kind of energy that easy to be overwhelmed with. He has a sister named Ivory who helps out in the bakery, but is mostly found working with wood as the local carpenter. She's not gentle, she has that quiet intensity about her, and is just as wacky with her woods craft. She will get the request done, and will probably add some else to it. A weird feature that you probably won't notice until you accidentally activate it. Like a table that can convert itself into a suit of wood armor. You never know with these two.

Oh, and I have no clue who Martha and Lily are. Just that they're best friends who love to gossip, and were once very competitive rivals in school before someone tried to accuse them of cheating so they'd be unable to participate in theater. Yeah, those two were theater kids, and their rivalry, for the most part, was a fun exaggerated thing on their part that got a liiiiittle too real, but they're good now. They're middle-aged and married to their respective spouses.

“You doing alright?”

You snapped out of your reverie by a rumbling voice that’s not quite meant to overpower the general noise, so much as it should rumble underneath one’s feet.

You didn’t look at Carmen. You looked at his horns instead, all scratched up and chipped at in all their ridged and curling glory. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes. They aren’t particularly piercing, they’re just filled with a love for the world around him. A gentle and boundless love that he’s willing to share with you, a fellow roommate but a stranger still.

It’s… a lot. Too much. But it’s fine. He’s good and nice. He makes you all those warm and filling meals, and lets you take up a room in his house. You had nowhere else to go, but he gave you a hand anyway.

So, are you doing alright? He did ask.

You hummed out a yes. Because words would be too much in all this noise. The sensation of your throat rumbling, of moving your lips and making a conscious effort not to stutter. You’re already a little on edge as is.

“Hmm,” he copied your tone, though you didn’t know if that meant he believed you or not, “I know there’s a lot of little noises, but a small outing like this is good. It is something to get used to, that’s for certain.”

It’s… yeah, he’s right. It is a lot. Carmen’s farm isn’t exactly all the quiet either, with all the cows, chickens and bees he has, but there’s a different quality to the noise of people. It’s a… a rhythm, of sorts. The livestock back home are always keeping out a listening ear to the nature around them, so their own noises follow that beat, usually. But people… don’t really care, nor can they truly listen.

The rhythm isn’t bad, in the sense that it’s wrong and that people should pay more attention. It’s just… different. Absorbed in their own little pocket of time. And those pockets just, overlap in your ears.

You’ll probably get used to it, in the same way you got used to Carmen when you first woke up to his face looming right over under the arbor. It was an adjustment. The man’s over seven feet tall with a broad frame to fit, built over the years from heavy farm work. But, you suppose that’s the average height of all dragons. Well, his specific branch of dragon anyway. You don’t know any other dragon.

You nodded and let your eyes wander over the sparse crowd around you, to the area you’re both sitting on a bench in.

The village’s center, built around a pretty fountain that’s filled with little seashells, all in various pastel colors of white, blue and pink. One little kid in white sandals had to lay her belly on the ledge of the fountain just to reach in and drop her shell. Her little transparent wings fluttered with her excitement, dropping flecks of pink dust here and there.

A water spout spat right up her nose and the little fairy girl snorted then gave a big powerful sneeze. She launched herself right into the air. Luckily, before you or Carmen could rush right over, her father was right there to catch her.

Chuckling, her fairy father said, “I got a precious gift from the heavens!”

“No!” She yelled, raising her arms high like claws, “I am your worst nightmare! I eat your dreams and your banana splits!”

He gasped, “A monster! Oh no!”

She kicked her feet and lost a sandal in her giggles.

You jumped when Carmen gave chuckles of his own. The sheer volume of his voice never ceases to surprise you, that his happiness can be something so… loud? Strong? It’s solid. Which is kind of dumb now that you think about it. You’ve seen him lift an entire tree trunk with his arms and shoulder alone. It shouldn’t be shocking at all to find that his laugh has just as much power behind it.

But it is, because he would always bend down just so people could hear him. He didn’t like raising his voice just as much as he hated going into the details of his private life.

And with a flinch, Carmen realized as much. He looked to the side, scratched the back of his neck, and sighed out, “Sorry.”

Did you look bug-eyed? You probably did.

You shook your head at Carmen. He doesn’t need to apologize to you. It’s not his fault that you’re easily startled. Besides, he’s the one going out of his way to get you situated in this place. He didn’t have to do it, but he did anyway.

He nodded to you then hovered a hand right over your shoulder. He stopped, waited, and when you shifted closer, he patted you. The weight and strength of his bones alone almost made your joint creak.

“I’ll be going on ahead. I need to buy some things for the gardening day this week.” Carmen reached into his pocket and took out a few notes that you don’t really need. He pays you plenty for your services, but saying no to him–especially when he wants to spoil or be nice–just leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He stuffed them in your hands. “Go around, explore. Or relax by the community garden if you’d like. I’ll be by Peach’s place for the most part. I won’t go home unless you want to, okay?”

Ah, here it is, the big send off. You can’t really complain since you asked for this kind of time for yourself, but augh… It’s difficult all the same. You’ve been here for the better part of one year and you’ve yet to make a single friend. You haven’t really been trying, to be perfectly honest. Whenever you go out into the village on your moped, you’re strictly in working mode, schedule and time all planned out. Whenever people would try and talk to you during those hours, you get antsy and anxious.

You hate being off schedule. On top of that, if you weren’t working, you were around Carmen all the time. He’s a friendly and well known face. It’s only natural for people to gravitate towards him rather than you, especially when you would rather hide in his shadow than look at anyone.

You weren’t trying to make friends. Everything was just too unfamiliar for you to do that, or even think of it. And nobody pushed you to do that. In a way, you’re grateful for that, that the people here left you alone for the most part. A nice respect of your time and attention. They made attempts to talk to you, certainly, but that was about where the pushiness ended.

And, now, you’re calmer-ish. You can take the time and try.

You can go anywhere and make a friend.

…

Augh, you still can’t talk. Words just really don’t want to come out.

Well, baby steps, baby steps.

Carmen has since left you to yourself, with money in your hands. A nice sizable amount. Can’t buy a microwave with it, but you can grab a while feast of pastries if you wanted to.

…you know what? That sounds like a good idea. Having something to munch on while trying to make a friend would help calm you down some. Besides, a lot of people frequent the bakery. Surely you’ll be able to find someone who wants to befriend you.

That and you’ve heard of the gossip between those two women over there. Apparently the local baker needs some help. You don’t have any ideas, but maybe you’ll come up with something by the time you get there?

The crowd didn’t really get any thinner as you walked down the white stone path. Lots of people were gathered in small packs, but they were polite enough to shift slightly out of your way. You followed the scent of bread and soon enough found yourself inside the cozy atmosphere of a bakery.

Honestly, it seemed more like a home than it did a bakery, which makes sense since it looked like a store/home hybrid from the outside. But, rather than a home that seeks to hide emptiness with store bought furniture the owner vaguely likes, each table, chair and even the frame of the mirrors in this place were clearly handmade.

It was small though, and all the furniture had people either gathering or sitting on it. There wasn’t anywhere you could just pick and sit down for an hour or two while you mindlessly pick at your pastry and watch the people go by.

A healthy routine makes for a good base for potential friendships. At least that’s how Carmen puts it. You’re not sure if it’s true, but you may as well try, right?

You walk to the back of the line and wait. At the front, behind the register was someone that you can only describe as a galactic black hole. The white light that makes up what you think is hair slowly swirls around in a clock-wise motion, collecting light like a vent does smoke as it slowly gathers in some dark center you can’t make out. The white light hair fades into a dark shadow dappled with white little star pinpricks, doing nothing to to take away from the bright eyes that look around this way and that.

This person had no mouth to speak of as he nodded and packaged a new box of pan dulce. It’s interesting to you, watching the way their body never quite stabilized into something truly solid, but it was enough for his clothes to hang on. He didn’t have a uniform, it was just a set of comfy billowing clothes that had little tears and big patches over what was probably holes.

His form stretched up, bending in ways a shadow would as he gave the box to the person waiting in line.

“You wanted a surprise and a surprise is what you’ll get!”

Aaaand this is where I lost my steam, and I had a pretty good pace going too.

Reader is basically this dryad person that was born from the big tree(of which I have yet to name, eh) and as such, has little to no knowledge of many things beyond the general basics. Socializing is obviously not their thing. Many of the towns people just think they're a traveler from afar that suffers from amnesia, but since nobody witnesses the Reader coming out of the tree, it can't really be disputed that they're not a traveler.

There's a biblically accurate angel just, hanging out in Arbor Hills. He's the current master carpenter and boss of Ivory. He spends most of his time sleeping, and in the rare times one manages to make a request to him, you can be sure that whatever furniture he makes will never break, and will even have a little buff to them.

The angel's name is Peach, because someone called him "an absolute peach." With the last name Angel for the sake of simplicity. No matter how you poke and prod at him, you can't get details about his past, you'll just get references about how empty of an existence he was living before coming here. Now he can dream all he likes.

There's a tradition at the start of a new year to share stories you may have or have written. Arbor Hills is all about communal story crafting, so often the whole town will come together to either craft a new fairy tale, or add on to another existing tale. The only rule is that it has to have at least one true event in there, or be based on a true event. So you could have witnessed a bug trip over grass and flip itself over and craft a tale about a malicious weed that seeks to grow and prank all the bugs that nipped at it. That kind of thing. So, one of the Promises is to get ideas and make a story before Spring 1 rolls around. There are usually two groups, one group that's full of people that have written their stories on their own, and the other group that shares their ideas for a group story making session. Perfection is not expected. Just have fun. And if you don't want to make a story, just be a listening ear.

There's also another tradition where, after reaching a certain age, kiddos go to the community garden to pick out a seed they like and plant it somewhere in the town. This tradition does stretch out beyond just for the kids, you can do this as a new adult, or when you reach a huge milestone in your life. Don't worry about having to take incredible care of it, these seeds are magical and are often deeply connected to you. They grow as you grow, and if they get sick, you can be assured that they'll be taken care of by the garden spirits of the forest.

There aren't many dragons to be found. There be different types of dragons, but their lifespan varies quite a bit between them.

Same for the dryad. There's nobody else quite like you, and if there is, they're usually no bigger than the size of your palm. Tiny, squeaky things.

I know I have more things sitting in the brain, but I need to prodded at to really remember. So, if you want to poke at my brain, be my guest!

#noir-drabbles #noir-drabbles exclusive #oc #reader insert #original character #drabble #iron valley #iron valley rpg #arbor hills #noir.ah #solo rpg #solo ttrpg #noir.drafts #drafts

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swk-mac · 11 months

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te bluegiy is cool I love him ! Can you talk more about him please ?

Hi! Wow did you really like him? WAA I'm so happy Kidron 💖✨ *does a happy dance**

Of course!! I'll tell you more about him heheh, I still need to develop him more but this is what I have:

Shaiming Dalai has a calm and introverted character, he likes to spend in solitude taking care of his plants, however he also likes to go out from time to time with people he knows, skilled in handicrafts, and he also lives on the Flower Fruit Mountain, he knows Wukong and Macaque too.

He doesn't like to have his flowers stepped on, he hates spicy foods and having his hair down (that's why he always has a tail) although I drew him with his hair down so you can see how he is that way.

Of defects, he is very shy and cannot meet so easy new people because he gets very stuck, sometimes he works too much

His favorite color is green

His sexuality: demisexual and demiromantic (he's on the asexual spectrum hshs)

Another thing is that he has a cat heheh (I still don't draw him with his cat, but soon I'll do)

Aah and by the way thank you very much for asking me!! You don't know but this really made my day

Here I have another drawings made by my friends/awesome artists:

This one is made by @itsthedeadlyduo

And this other by @sun-wukong-brain-rot

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lego monkie kid oc #shaiming dalai #monkie kid oc #lmk fanart #lego monkie kid fanart #my posts #thank you so much for the ask!! waaaa *gets happy again #lmk oc fanart

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jumpybox · 1 year

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Future Mikey back in time

cus I'm still on about it and have another version for it so far so here are mainly stuff that happened during it so far...I'm always up for questions/suggestions/ideas to implement! Either one day I write it or try drawing it...but writing seems more possible for me hehehe...anyway!

Michelangelo after using all his mystic powers to open the portal , somehow ends up going back in time himself

Yet its not with his own body, no, his energy and soul ends up in the Mikey from that time, and it ends up in a dormant state

Mikey during the following months starts getting nightmares of Michelangelo's future/past and his mystic powers getting stronger each passing day

At first Mikey hides it from everyone but after a sudden surge of the mystic making his arms hurt a lot, he admits to his family that he seemed to not be able to control it

Mikey soon starts getting lessons from Draxum

A few weeks after Mikey starts that, the boys get into a fight with a new mutant villain that can control plants (its a sort of butterfly mutant)

During one of the attacks, Mikey gets thrown against a wall and gets knocked out for a few seconds

Its during that time that Michelangelo finally wakes up, opening the eyes of the body he was in, only to groan in pain

Michelangelo during all that time had been awake and knew what was going on, if anything he feared that the body he was inside wouldn't be able to control more of the mystic power.

So while he gets help from Leo to stand up, Michelangelo decided to use his mystic powers to put a stop to the mutant.

Of course he uses them flawlessly but at the same time he had meant to do that to try and …

Michelangelo tries to stop existing, he was aware that he couldn't be a part of his younger self, it was unnatural, not how it should go.

If anything, he was pleased during those months to have been able to see Casey again, starting a new life as a normal teenager should….or as normal as someone with PTSD from an Apocalypse could be

And...he was glad to see the rest of his family, he really was, if anything he wished his Leonardo could see all of this.

The body he is in, suddenly starts to lose consciousness and he can feel part of the mystic power go out of it, at least with that Mikey will be able to slowly be able to control the mystic powers instead of being some kind of ticking time bomb because of Michelangelo.

The body faints once more and this time Mikey doesn't wake up after three days.

Michelangelo had thought that he would finally reunite with his family but instead he wakes up with a startle, coughing out water and feeling his whole body in pain and hard to move.

He questions himself if death is supposed to feel like that but once he opens his eyes, he is met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes that have tears in them.

"THANK THE ALL MIGHTY YOU ARE ALIVE MY CHILD!" The loud voice makes Michelangelo whine softly and he can hear the person holding him gasp and whisper 'sorry' before cradling him close to a chest.

And that was the first time Michelangelo met Yua ('binding love and affection') , a witch-yokai that had been experimenting for decades in the hope of being able to make a child of her own

So sue her, she might or might not have stolen Baron Draxum's idea(or papers, you can’t prove anything, everything exploded that time...she might or might not have also something to do with the lab destruction... Again, no evidence found) of super soldiers mutant and instead of soldiers, just trying to make a family for her own to raise.

Of course she wasn't really an expert or knew what was missing, but she had ended up successfully being able to create a mutant child, a Red Footed Tortoise type.

Sadly the poor thing didn't seem to have a conscious of himself and even seemed to be in a vegetable state, yet Yua refused to exterminate him, he was the first to survive of many other types she had tried before.

So after 10 years of taking care of the body of her child (making sure of taking him out of the magic filled tank she would put him in to help with keeping his body stable, to move his limbs and exercise them) the moment she didn't think would happened, happened and that was the awakening of her child.

Of course she had been worried, she hadn't even attached the breathing gas before he took a deep breath and started to choke.

So that's how it had happened and Michelangelo or Asahi/Nikkō( 'sunlight'/'sunshine') was once more living and in a new body at that.

He isn't sure how to feel about this second? Third? Chance in living but he guessed that he had to keep his family waiting for him for a bit longer, because he wasn't about to leave his new mom alone...stars, she was a mess and she needed him.

Nikko has to admit, the first few months he starts living with her are a bit hard on his poor body, after all, the muscles weren't fully there yet and as much as Yua copy Draxum's notes, she didn't exactly make a super soldier, sure, his body is regenerating but is not as fast as if he had been in his old body, still he is happy to slowly start moving or crawling around the first few months

And speaking! Its hard because again, this body didn't have the chance to speak during those 10 years

Its after a year of rehabilitation, love and dedication from Yua that Nikko(Michelangelo) can walk a certain amount(with help of a cane) and talk

And Nikko has to admit, Yua is the best parent he has met in all his life...well Splinter was a good parent too but...not good good, if he had to be honest.

Yua is from Japan but moved to the hidden city many decades ago .Why? Because she just got bored and wanted a new change in her life...and maybe because she had done something that had her kicked out of her Clan.

Nikko tries to ask about the Family, Clan, but he can tell that it is some kind of a sore spot for his mom, so he instead enjoys listening to her when she talks about other stuff.

Imma keep writing more but honestly I would love more ideas! Also sorry if some phrases sound weird, I talk more in Spanish than in English, so my mind just translates some stuff weird lol

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jurassic-amber · 4 months

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Prepare thyself mortal. For I have questions to bestow upon thee.

1. Do you have anything resembling a story / route planned for Abigail? Supporting characters, ect?

2. Ever drawn a metal guitar before?

3. Regarding your Digimon artwork, what inspires you to create digimon? Do you have a favourite digimon you’ve designed? Is there anything in particular that inspired their design?

4. I *know* you’ve got a character who transforms into a monster somewhere in that brain of yours. Tell us about them. All of them.

5. What is your favourite Iterator OC? Why? Is there anything that particularly inspired their design (both art and character wise)?

6. How are you so fucking good at art?

7. Do you have any Pokémon OC’s? Or hell, OCs from existing works you haven’t talked about?

Love you and your art, please share more :happyhugs:

1: I’m very vague on Abigail’s story overall, but I know how it ends, specifically. If they were in a game it’d be a very short game compared to base game Undertale, only going up to Waterfall before encountering the “final boss” they couldn’t beat. (Hint: it’s not undyne) Gonna leave it mostly in the dark besides that for the time being (because it’d take too long to draw)

2: Nope, but here’s a quick sketch of an electric guitar

3: Ohhhhh well, in the beginning I just drew a bunch of rookie level digimon to practice and do a sort of “attribute swap” where I draw stuff like plant digimon as dragon digimon or dragon digimon as birds, etc etc. But a lot of more recent work is actually modern designs for pen and marker drawings from when I was like 7! Some have changed names, some have improved colors, all of them have improved designs. Here’s an example!

When I get around to drawing their champion and ultimate levels it’ll probably diverge even more as I get different ideas as to where I want the lines to go. I also just love making digimon cause I often draw to fill empty niches in works I notice, and digimon basically has infinite of those cause you can partner a digimon up with any character and then try to think of a special line for them! As for my current favorite… it’s a strange choice, but definitely CryoGreymon! Most of the body is traced from official art of the normal Greymon, but I liked the modifications I made. I redrew an entire leg to give him a wider stance, added more spikes and stripes!!

It’s a champion form of Snow Agumon cause they never gave him a digivolution despite being the coolest variant (Hehehe cool and snow, get it?)

4: At first I was gonna do Aria for this, but then I remembered Cloe and fuck yeah let’s do her.

CLOE, pronounced Chloe is a character for a sci-fi mystery game, and when I say sci-fi, I mean space travel and aliens sci-fi. She’s an early game red herring meant to be reasonably suspicious to the characters, but obviously innocent to us, along with being a parody of every horror movie alien. She’s from a species that grows to disguise itself as other creatures and infiltrate their society. Her species needs a very high protein count. However being a species means they don’t all think the same. Some eat the creatures they disguise amongst, others steal prey, some intimidate others into satisfying their hunger. Cloe herself is an orphan and only survivor of an alien ship that crashed into a human controlled planet, and isn’t a species allowed on human controlled planets. Fortunately the agency that ends up handling the case where she’s exposed also was established in the first place to handle these type of situations. She follows one of the protagonists around after it’s obvious she’s innocent, and post game she goes under his care for the foreseeable future. As an alien she’s not allowed in normal school, so she spends her time at his house both studying and finding hobbies, like speedrunning in video games.

5: Not sure if you meant my favorite one I’ve made? I’m still trying to come up with all their designs tbh. But my favorite concepts ever were the vague one of Gifted Order and I also really like Two Bloodstained Hands. Gifted Order basically makes a part of themselves into a Slugcat, but gives themself rot in the process. They don’t quite see it as themselves, but are satisfied to give part of themselves freedom. This is inspired by a plot point in a game I like, leaving it vague which. I also like Two Bloodstained Hands’ concept of being feared just because they associate with violence in their work even though they aren’t a violent iterator

6: A lot of it is really just doing it over and over again, but aside from that I might have a couple tips? Most objects are made up of basic shapes, then you smooth them over. Depending on your art style, you don’t have to use every shape either, just a circle for the head is fine if you’re drawing something simple. Hair can be done with just wavy lines usually. And one thing I learned recently is practicing line weight!! Balancing thin lines and thick lines can give more direction to artwork or help highlight the silhouette if the outside is made thick.

7: god, I have so many… but in terms of Pokémon, I do have a bunch of fakemon designs! Remind me later and I’ll put up I’ll the fan-eeveelution designs I made

#my art #art #drawing #original character #digimon #original digimon #iterator OCs #fakemon #sci fi #god it feels weird putting such a variety of tags here even though they’re all applicable #imposter syndrome but it’s just me worrying about spam tagging

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peachteaships · 4 months

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2 8 and 14 for ur trolls s/i!! 😈

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Terra shows up some time during the first season of the series Trolls: The Beat Goes On. I imagine she ends up running into the snack pack one day while they're out on a walk through the forest. Terra hasn't really seen other trolls cause she's been traveling on her own for as long as she can remember and had been avoiding others as much as possible to stay safe until bumping into Poppy. It takes them a bit, but they eventually convince her to join the village and stay with them so she doesn't have to be alone for any longer.

But if we were going to talk about the early adoption aus I have? Well, she shows up as either an injured baby or a damaged egg a few months or so before Brozone breaks up. There's more details, but I'll save that for later. Heheh.

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

She's biace! She's not really interested in anyone until like World Tour happens and she meets a few certain trolls and she gradually is mentally going "Oh shit oh fuck oh I'm falling and I don't think I can get up." It's fun for her, lmao.

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

Besides singing and dancing cause ya know, lol, she does enjoy drawing! She also makes bracelets for her friends and close loved ones. Sometimes, she goes exploring a lot, does some intense tree climbing cause, like - have you seen these trees compared to trolls? They're giant. It's especially tricky for her cause her hair can't stretch and grow like a normal troll's hair can.If not, then you can probably find her napping in random spots around the village. She also collects a lot for shiny shells, rocks, or crystals she finds or gathers a lot of wild herbs or plants for either teas or baking or cooking reasons. But she's mostly found finding shiny stuff. She's like a crow sometimes. You want her attention but don't have plushies or food on you? Hold up something that's shiny, and there's a good chance she'll come running.

#peach answers #self insert talk #trolls self insert #update: IM MAKING YALL WORK FOR THAT AU INFO BTW LMAO

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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months

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Helo dear, I'm sending people random photos of random plants. You get: a pretty variegated half moon photos. (I think it's really pretty, I would love to own it.) I hope you have a nice day and I'm sending you a hug.🫂💙

Ahhh hello Ash!! I absolutely love plants - this one is so beautiful! HALF MOON!! 🌿

Unfortunately I'm not home to send you a picture of my photos, or to make you a little drawing 😣

But this is such a cute ask, I didn't want it to sit here, so have a music recommendation instead - a song that feels like spring and mentions the moon, to keep it in theme hehehe.

Sending you the biggest hug, and hope you have a beautiful week 🫂💙💜

#LOVE THE PLANT #will probably do a little doodle later on anyways #darya answers

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raylex · 11 months

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Cheerios for rayman :o) -hamsterwife

thank you so much for the ask!! （＾▽＾） hope you've had a good week (and if not, here's some good vibes from me to you!!)

Cheerios: what plant, animal, or flower reminds you of each other?

OHHH alright, so. I'll group 'plant' and 'flower' together here because, ya know, flowers are plants - I mean, not all plants are flowers, but all flowers are plants... you get what I mean. ANIMAL AND FLOWER.

hoh, I have strong associations for this, so it'll be easy! for ray, the animal I most associate him with is bunnies and rabbits! I'm sure I don't need to explain why... ahem

hah, but even rabbids aside, he's always reminded me of a bunny with his hair! it looks like bunny ears and I find it ADORABLE.

and for flower/plant, I associate him with sunflowers quite heavily! I guess it's because I in general associate him with the sun, and sunflowers... well... ya know. it's in the name. 😅 but yeah, they also symbolize happiness, optimism, and devoted love... which I think is beautiful. :)

for him with me? I think, for animals, he'd associate me with insects in general - especially bees, butterflies, and moths! I drew a lot of inspiration from those for my self insert. ^^

flower/plant-wise, I think moonflowers would remind him of me! like with him being the sun, I consider myself his moon. <3

I'm actually drawing something based on the whole moonflower thing right now 👉👈 I also find it perfect, because... sunflower and moonflower, heheh. :)

#ask games #hamsterwife #💜☀️ray of sunshine☀️💜

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mosstrades · 4 months

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how did alec get his start adventuring?? whered he get his sweet clothes? i love him

Hi!! I'm so fucking flattered and excited that you'd want to know more about my little guy. I've been playing him for only two sessions so far and I'm already so obsessed with him so I'm gonna try to... well, no, I'm probably not gonna manage to keep this short, why lie to myself hehehe.

He was raised by his grandma, a brilliant, forest-dwelling woman named Yvonne who also studied medicine in the big city - she became nomadic shortly after Alec was born (his human dad died from illness while his mother, a wood elf, wasn't confident in her ability to raise a child). She raised him on the road, so technically he began adventuring right away! Yvonne felt that it was her duty to spread out her knowledge, acquired through her time spent in druid camps and in the city's academies; they acted as a traveling doctors and educators, especially in smaller towns and communities. Alec really internalized this, as well, becoming deeply fixated on how the body operates and developing a really special connection with wild nature and people's place in it. When his grandma passed away, he continued her work for a few years, until the plot misfortune struck him and he was kidnapped and sold to a family from a town which used forced labor to maintain their gated community. He survived there for a few years, and in the midst of the abuse he made friends with a cleric of Silvanus; over time he picked up the faith as a means to maintain his dwindling hope for escape and a connection to his life's work, using his knowledge and his developing magic to act as a hidden healer for the other prisoners.

The story of the short campaign actually picks up over a decade after their revolt and escape, and we see a very isolated Alec that's become so riddled with mental-health issues that he essentially threw himself into a self imposed exile in a little cabin in the woods; he fears he's lost himself in his struggle with trauma, his own mind becoming his captor, and hating himself for not being able to cope easily. He feels weak, pathetic, with no right to the magic he was taught or the love of his god. In an effort to not lose himself entirely, Alec began to write: he wrote books and books on medicine, taking refuge in the meticulous transmission of all his knowledge, all that his loved ones taught him, and all that he learned on the roads.

He forces himself to venture into the forest more and more, to lose himself for hours in the work of drawing leaves, plants, fungi, natural phenomena, etc, as faithfully and beautifully as possible. He hopes that, despite his own perceived brokenness and helplessness, the project may one day be useful. Gradually this work becomes the closest thing Alec has to therapy, and his meticulous books of medicine and natural guides evolve into hybrids of intimate, autobiographical, philosophical writing, intertwined with transmission of knowledge. We start with an Alec who connects with life from an observer's point of view, at a safe distance, deep self-loathing and doubt making him feel utterly unable to actually help people anymore, but still stubbornly trying to find a way to worship and help.

What finally gets him out of this exile is getting a letter from a small community of ex-imprisoned comrades, asking for help to both build more stable living conditions for themselves and find one of the revolt's ex-leaders, who has gone mysteriously missing. He only takes a single book with him.

Understandably, Alec doesn't have a lot of money and most of the money he has he spends on supplies (though he makes his own paper and paints, he still buys ink. and oh yeah, food too, when he remembers, sure) so actually his cute fancy clothes are mostly all hand-made by Nayab, my partner's character, who is a tailor and his best friend:-)

He's usually adorned with various trinkets he got and made from the woods. His clothes often appear well-kept at first glance - a clear effort on his part to show himself with dignity and care, because self-image comforts him and reminds him of his freedom and autonomy. On closer inspection, however, it is impossible not to notice the dirt that still clings to his trousers; the tint of moss and ink on his fingers and under his nails; the leaves in his wind-blown up-do. All those things that give him away as an agent of inescapable nature.

Fun facts! - He has a fantasy french accent that comes out when he's nervous. He's a lesbian. He was so socially incompetent when they met that the party suspected him a traitor. He tried to ease a companion's suspicions by showing him how maps work, and it worked; the companion kept poking him about his past and Alec kept trying to keep talking about maps. He's covered in scars, which he revealed to the same companion in a symbolic gesture of vulnerability, and then almost threw up afterwards from anxiety. He has gotten more hugs in three days of adventuring than he has in years. He sleeps in tree branches. He did surgery on someone in session 2 and secretly cried for 3 hours afterwards. He got treated with so much gentleness and compassion and love that he's speedrunning his character arc. He's starting to realize that maybe community and direct action are the answer, and his self-loathing is keeping him from a world that loves him and needs him there. His journal is starting to fill up, for the first time in a decade, with the faces of friends.

Also, he has a pinterest board!

Here's a little sketch of him last session:-)

#he's also trans but that's another twelve paragraph tangent hehe #he wears his name like a gift #I LOVE ALEC! I love alec im obsessed with him he deserves the world and also a prescription for like three different kinds of medication #it's okay he makes do with journaling and herbal tea for now #(<- projecting) (tho tbf im also projecting hard everywhere else what else do you tell stories)#i cant believe the campaign is prolly just gonna be like 6 sessions or so I NEED more of him #nick writes #nicholarts #nick.txt #thank you for letting me ramble!!!!!!! it's so nice #<- YO I FOUND IN MY DRAFT THE POST I THOUGHT TUMBLR HAD EATEN !!!!!!#WAHOOOO!!!!!

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