HI HI I saw in your tags that you take AT requests, if it's not too much trouble could you draw prismo? Lee or ler, either is good xp Also no pressure!! I rlly love your art🫶🫶
HIII thank you first of all!!!!!!!! and OFC id love to draw prismo!!!!!!!!!<33333
im a huge sucker for prisjake sorry :PPP they make me absolutely insane /pos
Alfred walks in on Clark straddling Bruce's lap, hands buried in Bruce's armpits as Bruce does his best to remain stoic. Normally Alfred would turn on his heel and leave as quietly as he entered when he walks into a scene like this, but Bruce left his gauntlets on top of the coffee machine again, and at this point it had to be a deliberate act because Alfred dared to suggest he call it an early night last night.
"Master Kent." It's gratifying to see Superman startled by his voice; the poor man visibly jumps but remains where he lands on Bruce's lap. "You may have more success with his stomach." Alfred runs a hand down his own stomach, right where it tapers off to his side.
Clark lights up like Christmas has come early, in direct contrast to Bruce's eyes going wide as he begins trying to shove him away in earnest.
"Alfred." Bruce hisses, hands grabbing onto Clark's, lacing their fingers together. "You're fired."
Alfred's eyebrow raises of its own volition. "In that case," both of their heads whip around to stare at them. Clark's face is full of glee. Bruce looks torn between pleading and defiance. "I must insist you go for his neck."
He backs out of the room to the sounds of Bruce's panicked protests, quickly followed by scratchy frantic laughter that he hasn't heard in a long long time.
thinking about this guy i got to tickle about a month ago who would say “okayokayokay” through his laughter and it was so fucking CUTE like… “okay” what?? use your words, silly
I have wanted to make a 'harvest lest' for actual months, and a friend finally pushed me into picking up the new tablet to take it for a spin - and now harv-lest sticker is real.
I want someone to sit on my ankles and just torture my feet. Bring out the hair brushes, combs, baby oil, the whole 9 yards. I don't want them to stop until I safeword and don't let me wiggle my way out