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bellaofthevalley · 6 months

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Savanaclaw: in Ailment

just a cutesy probably ooc leona sickfic text in italics and bold is text messages. text only in italics is thoughts.

Won't be able to make it to our breakfast date. Sorry Leona </3 will make it up to u promise! <333

Leona stares at the text with furrowed brows, his tail twisting behind him. Every little move it does speaks volumes about his confusion and worry, but no anger; he knows his darling isn't the type to cancel their dates randomly for no reason, especially one he knows you'd been really looking forward to. It had taken a while of him nagging you for you to admit you really, really wanted to try a particularly expensive but beautiful and highly-praised spot.

Expensive for you, but quite cheap for Leona. Leona, who hadn't wasted much time before he'd reserved a spot. So for you to now text him this…. It is concerning.

And then he gets another text before he can ask you why.

Sick :( don't wanna make u sick 2 :(((

Leona huffs, raising an eyebrow. Idiot. His favourite idiot, but still an idiot. If you thought he'd just simply let you be, you were sorely mistaken.

I'll swing by the doctors. Do you need any specific medicine?

(You'd laughed once, about how his formal training as a Prince shines through his texts. He always, according to you, used right spellings and punctuations.)

Noooooo!!!! stay home nd nap i can brave thru this!!!!

No, you really can't and shouldn't. Leona snorts at his own thoughts, finally pocketing his phone without answering. He's in his room already, so all he has to do is pick up a bag that contains a gift for you and then, just like he'd said he'd do, swing by the doctors to pick up some common cold and fever medicine, and then he leaves the palace.

He doesn't go to your home right away, though. He stops by a shop, picks out several ingredients all fresh and new for a chicken broth, and then he finally goes to your house; it's in a quiet neighbourhood, though your place is quite visible simply because you like having a colourful garden and vines with blooming flowers that crawl up your walls. Some of them were luminescent, so they glowed soothing shades in the night, perfect for sleeping under in your back garden.

But now isn't the time to think about that.

Leona doesn't need to knock; he has a copy of your house key, and uses that to enter your home. In the quietude and the closed drapes that leave the house dim, the only thing he can make out right away is your soothing scent, stifled by your sickness.

And then he hears your coughs, broken only by your sneeze, and he knows he has to act fast.

Chicken broth doesn't take much time to cook, so he gets working on that while simultaneously cleaning around your house… which is already clean, so he knows you'd either already done it and made yourself feel worse, or was so sick you couldn't leave your bed in the first place.

Leona sets the broth to simmer, picks up his gift bag, and climbs up the stairs to your room. “Darling? It's me, Leona.” he calls, hearing your rustling and moving in your bed before he reaches your room and sees you.

“Leona?” voice scratchy, your head pops up from the blanket you'd cocooned yourself in. Your hair was flying up in every way, and your eyes were droopy, barely awake. But you're aware enough to pout frown. “Didn't… didn't I say not to come here?”

“No.” Leona easily replies, putting his hand on your forehead. Too hot, and yet you were still shivering…. Which wasn't that much of a surprise when he sees you're only wearing a tank top and some shorts. In winter. But chiding your right now would just make you feel worse.

“Leonaaa…” You whine quietly, closing your eyes. Shivers go down your body, and you try to bury yourself more in the blanket. “So cold, so tired, so sick…”

“I know, doll,” he sighs, taking the blanket off you even when you whine again. “Come on, let's change you into something warmer and take you out of this room. The air is stale here.”

And here is where he pulls his gift out; a lion onesie, thick and fluffy and worlds warmer than your current clothes, and faintly smelling like him. Leona helps you change into it, feeling you lean against him.

“Warm,” Your whisper is soft, wiggling your toes in the onesie while Leona fixes your bedhead so tangled hair doesn't irritate you. “And soft. Comfy.”

“Good.” he replies, finished and setting the brush down. Winding his arms under your back and thighs, Leona carries you downstairs to the living room, to the couch. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Dunno… not hungry.” You sigh when he places you down, curling up immediately in his arms before he can leave to bring you the soup. “So… tired. Should've dressed warmer when I went out a few days ago.”

Leona wraps his arms around you, pulling you to rest on top of him. The house is warm now, the smell of chicken broth curling in the air and your body safe and sound in his embrace, shivers subsiding and your eyes blinking slower and slower.

“Sleep, doll.” he whispers against you, kissing her temple. His lips linger on your skin, hands massaging down your back. His magic wraps a blanket around you, freshly tumbled and dried, and he feels you melt even more against him.

“I'll take care of you, I promise. Always.”

Masterpost

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #twst x reader #leona #leona x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst imagines #disney twst

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 10 months

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PLEASE I need more punknoir headcanons if you have any I LOVE these I LOVE those two <333

(If youre comfortable with it any first kiss HCs?? I would LOVE to see your thoughts)

Oh I HAVE SO MANY SO MANY CUTESY STUFF and also I do have a First Kiss HC!! But this is long as hell so I'll probably post that set of HC next!

Thanks for this :) !

A LONG-ASS LIST OF FLUFFY-ASS PUNKNOIR HEADCANONS

Peter is actually REALLY good at rubix cubes now, especially after Gwen introduced him to speed-solving. He does it as a (slightly-nervous) habit now

Since the rubix cube was invented in 1974 - and Hobie is from 1978 canonically - he is ALWAYS picking up new ones and new designs from his universe to give to Peter

Peter loves them a lot and always keeps one on him, just for boredoms sake

Hobie always chuckles when he hears the sound of Peter clicking away on his rubix cube in the next room

They're both HARDCORE night owls

It's never really 'sunny' in either of their universes, because - one is noir and the other is London

But even then, they like to stay sleep in when they can, and Hobie will keep Peter in bed as long as possible, panda-hugging him like a sloth in the mornings

Their love language is sharing things - it's like words of encouragement, acts of service, and receiving gifts all in one

Hobie and Noir aren't the type to buy many things, or need anything to be brand-new, so books become their way of being with each other always

Noir likes to scribble neat notes in the margin in grey pencil, while Hobie covers his in bright post-its covered in sharpie and hi-lighter.

They've read each of each other's favorites, and always treat each other's books with care. Hobie introduces Peter to so many newer publications his world doesn't have yet, meanwhile Peter finds Hobie the best out-of-print or even non-destroyed books, copies that were destroyed in facist book-burnings in Hobie's world.

They kinda have an anarchist collection and archive at Peter's place

Being with Noir is one of the only times Hobie is super quiet

Hobie loves to listen to the rain at Peter's place, or listening to the scratchy 30's radio playing in the next room. He loves closing his eyes to the crackle of Noir's vinyls, or the sound of Peter typing away on his typewriter as Hobie lays on the couch

Even when Noir is at his place, it's a peaceful kinda quiet

Hobie lives on a canal-boat, so no rent, and no landlord, which Peter loves. And on foggier London nights, he and Peter can float the boat out on the river, sitting in the fog together

Hobie introduces Peter to a lot of new music

His favorite in Hobie's collection is Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and any other operatic, classical style rock.

They're pretty low-key about their relationship. They're not hiding it, they're just not that big on PDA outside of hand-holding and cheek kisses

But they're still very intimate in public in a different way. Hobie and Peter always asks each other for their opinion in front of others. Peter is always acting chivalrous towards Hobie, and Hobie always speaks highly of Peter.

They may not be making out in public, but their own version of PDA could be just as subtle and sweet, even down to Peter adjusting Hobie's pins, making sure the words are facing up

Or Hobie flicking a piece of colored lint off of Noir, or leaving small bright, collage-style origami for him

It take's Gwen maybe a couple weeks to catch on

She can tell Peter and Hobie are like IN SYNC, like spot on with each other. And that they crash at each others places a lot, but she figures maybe they're just planning some anarchist stuff together

Besides, Noir isn't all that romantic - especially compared to other Peters. He and Felicia don't have that complicated history, and MJ is a friend (i think). So it doesn't really occur to her

Until one day her, Hobie, and Noir are hanging out at Hobie's place and she notices Noir already knows where everything is

Noir knows exactly how Hobie likes his records to be put back, or how much sugar Hobie likes in his coffee and tea

And she's like 'lol u guys are like soulmates'

and Hobie just goes 'glad u noticed.'

and Gwens like 'WAIT'

Peter unironically calls Hobie his 'lover'

Hobie ironically and teasingly calls Peter his 'lover' (he usually sticks with partner, but often goes with boyfriend if he knows it'll get a reaction *ahem* Miguel *ahem*)

They bond over the mutal feeling of 'what the fuck is this technology bullshit' A LOT

Neither one has a proper smartphone (ever since they learned about Siri they call phones wiretaps)

Noir only uses a typewriter and says screens hurt his eyes and the most technologically advanced thing Hobie with entertain is an arcade cabinet or MAYBE a Playstation 1.

But Peter also likes having Hobie explain things to him

Simple things even. SO many times people tell Peter what happens in WW2 in their worlds. It's..not fun to say the least

He likes sitting around, listening to Hobie explain things like the best movies from the 60's, or the best color TV shows

They have a date-night tradition where they try out something 'modern' (aka 1970-2023) and rate it, then write it down somewhere

So far, they both really like the Exorcist. Watching to together for the first time was one of the best dates they've had

(Imagine being from 1933 and watching the Exorcist with no prior context wouldn't that be wild)

Their apartments look SO COOL now that they're together!!

Noir's black and white apartment, covered in shadows and bright pop art posters. Hobie's bedroom half desaturated, half covered in zines and supplies for protests

You know how in old cartoons there's the trope of a dude in a trench-coat and when he opens it it's full of watches as stuff - Noir's coat is like that, but with patches

And Hobie will take newpaper clippings from Peter's Bugle and use them in art and collages because Peter's writing inspires him a lot

He'll use slogans from Peter's writings in his protest art, and use Peter's melodramatic sayings in his song lyrics

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(once again not proofread because my brain dont do that sorry for typos i do be like that sometimes)

if you made it this far - thxs and i hope you have a rad day

#noirpunk #punknoir #spider punk #spiderpunk #spidernoir #spider noir #peter parker #hobie brown #hobie brown x peter parker #peter parker x hobie brown #noir!peter parker #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man #atsv shipping #shipping #headcanons #marvel headcanons

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hungermakesmonsters · 4 months

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Catch Me If You Can

Bonus Christmas Chapter

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R

Chapter Rating : R (p. much just smut)

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This chapter contains smut and Billy using sex to get what he wants . Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : ~2.3k

A/N : This was written as a bonus chapter for Christmas but I couldn't post it because of where the main story was, so I'm posting it now, late AF. It's pretty much just a cutesy smut fest. Nothing that happens in this chapter will effect the rest of the story.

Bonus Christmas Chapter

On Christmas morning, you’d woken to find Billy sprawled beside you, sleeping so peacefully, that you decided to wake him by slipping beneath the covers and wrapping your lips around his cock. He moaned your name in that sleepy, scratchy tone that always had your thighs clenching, and it wasn’t long until you had him falling apart. But you didn’t want to spend the whole day in bed with him so, before he could come to his senses, you were slipping out of bed and heading for the bathroom, instructing him to stay put.

Once you were done in the shower, you slipped into Billy’s Christmas present; a red lace lingerie set that was so sheer it was practically see-through, complete with a strappy garter belt and black stockings. Over the top you wore a dark red dress with a satin sash that you pulled into a bow, almost making you look like a wrapped up present.

He was speechless when you finally left the bathroom, but you didn’t give him a chance to do anything more than look before telling him to get showered so you could have breakfast; French toast, bacon and mimosas.

When you were done eating, he took your hand and led you to the tree you’d helped him set up and decorate. Dread coiled in your stomach when you noticed a pile of presents, and the feeling got worse when Billy handed you one.

Carefully, you tore the wrapping paper, revealing a brand new, top of the range mirrorless camera.

“Billy,” his smile waived as you looked at him and he realised you were upset, “this is too much, I can’t accept this.”

Before he had a chance to argue, you were on your feet, heading for the bedroom, feeling like an idiot - how could you have let yourself think that some lingerie would be worth whatever he could get you?

You should have known that something like this would happen, and you felt like an idiot for not anticipating it but - but, now that it had happened, you felt like you were being ungrateful and that wasn't fair to Billy. But, how could you accept a gift that had cost him thousands when all you'd gotten him was ninety dollars worth of lingerie?

“Hey, don’t walk away from me,” his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him. He wasn’t angry, he just seemed confused.

“I just need a minute,” you told him, pulling against his grip, but he didn’t let go.

“Talk to me.”

“You can’t spend over five grand on me and expect me to be happy about it,” you blurted out.

“Why not? You’re overthinking it; it’s Christmas. Why can’t I spoil you for Christmas?”

“Because it’s too much, Billy. I don’t need a sugar daddy.”

“Careful, sweetheart, I could get used to you calling me Daddy,” Billy tried to joke.

“I’m being serious!”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t think it’s too much. Not for you. You deserve it - I want you to have it. You know the money doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me, Billy. Especially when all I got you was some stupid lingerie.”

“You got me lingerie?” He grinned, completely missing the point you were making. You slapped his chest with your free hand. “Okay, okay - if you don’t want the camera, we can take it all back. I’ll do whatever you want.”

It was strange for him to relent so easily, but you hoped he was finally starting to understand why his money sometimes made you uncomfortable, but with it being Christmas you didn’t want to argue anymore, so you let it slide.

“Thank you, Billy,” stepping forwards, your hand slipping around his neck and pulling him down into a tender kiss, happy that he seemed to have seen things your way.

“So, about this lingerie...” he grinned against your lips.

You’d wanted to save the surprise for later but, since the cat was out of the bag, you decided to take a step back, indicating the bow of your dress with a wave of your hand.

“Why don’t you unwrap your present and see for yourself.”

His hands were on you in an instant, starting at your shoulders then slowly tracing the low neckline of the dress down to your cleavage, palming your breasts through the fabric before continuing down to the bow. He licked his lips as he looked at you, taking in the sight of you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him as he finally started to undo the bow. Once it was open, he turned you so he could get to the zipper, slowly lowering it and, then, letting the dress drop to the floor.

Fingers ran across your bare stomach, urging you back against him, letting you feel the press of his erection against you. You ground your ass back against him until you heard him take a sharp breath, then you stepped away from him, turning so he could get a proper look at you.

Billy froze, his eyes tracking down your body, taking shallow breaths and looking ready to pounce. You swayed your hips from side to side, watching as he fought against his desires. When he still didn’t move, you reached for him, pulling him towards the bed and sitting him down. Climbing onto his lap, your hips continued to sway as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His dark eyes continued to glare and you just smiled, wanting him to do his worst.

“Aren’t you going to finish unwrapping me?” You asked as innocently as you could manage, finally snapping him out of it.

His arm moved around you, fingertips pressing into your back, pulling you closer before he deftly unclasped your bra. You slipped it off while his lips trailed down the column of your throat to your collarbone, your back arching without a second thought, knowing exactly where his lips were headed. Fingers ran through his hair as he sucked a nipple between his lips, teasing it to a hardened nub before moving his attention to the other.

While he enjoyed your breasts, his hand slipped between you and into your panties, smirking when he realised how wet you were. Fingers trailed through your wetness, teasing your clit before sinking into you, setting a languid pace; he wasn’t trying to make you come, he was making sure you were ready for him. He pulled back his fingers as you undid his pants and pulled out his erection, slowly running your fingers up and down him, but you stopped the moment you felt him tug on your panties.

“Don’t you dare tear these panties, Billy.” You tried to sound serious despite the laughter in your voice.

He practically growled in response, fingers still tugging, very obviously thinking about doing it anyway before relenting. His hands gripped your hips and he quickly moved you off his lap and onto the bed, pulling your panties down and gazing down at you as he dropped his pants and boxers.

“As much as I want your legs in those stockings wrapped around my head, I don’t think I can wait to fuck you.” He confessed.

You’d come to learn just what that meant; when he was willing to skip foreplay, it meant he needed you, and when he needed you, things got rough. Just the thought made you tremble with anticipation.

“It’s your Christmas present, you can do whatever you want with it.”

“You’re my Christmas present.” He corrected you, crawling onto the bed beside you. You. Not the sex on offer or the lingerie, you were his present. You were his. “And I’m gonna do whatever I want with you, sweetheart.”

He manoeuvred you onto your side and laid behind you, his hand slowly trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. But, despite his tender touches, his ragged breathing told you that this was going to be anything but gentle. Finally, his arm hooked around your thigh, lifting it until it was almost perpendicular to your other leg, leaving you spread wide for him.

You looked down as he curled around you, realising you could see his cock between your thighs.

“That’s right, sweetheart, watch,” he muttered, slowly moving his hips, letting you watch his cock running through your folds. He watched too, slowly building up your arousal until he was coated in it and his tip was starting to leak. Eagerly, you reached down, thumb swiping a bead of pre-cum and bringing it to your lips, earning a growl from Billy, reminding you that he was in charge right now, not you.

To punish you, he started to tease you, pressing the crown of his cock against your slit, letting you feel the slow stretch before pulling back again. He did it over and over, leaving you feeling desperate and needy, moaning his name every time his shaft rubbed against your clit.

“Billy, please -” you finally broke, unable to take any more.

“Say it,” he demanded quietly, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I need you inside me,” you begged.

Finally, he relented, slowly pushing past the threshold of your wet slit. A cry spilled from you, the angle of his cock stretching you, filling you in a way you hadn’t felt before. Billy, likewise, let out a groan, easing you open with inch after inch, holding you close as he sank deeper and deeper.

You whimpered as he bottomed out, but he didn’t give you time to adjust before he started to fuck you with hard, brazen thrusts of his hips. Trembling every time he filled you, his grip on your thigh left you completely at his mercy to take whatever he gave. And Billy gave you everything, swearing and groaning your name as you clenched around him, as you drenched his cock with your arousal.

“Is this what you needed?” He grunted in your ear.

“More,” you moaned, toying with him. “Everything.”

He fucked you harder, faster, filling the deepest parts of you, and by the time you felt his fingers on your swollen clit each breath you took was punctuated with a moan.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he mocked, knowing you couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan. “Always so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

(You both already knew the answer to that one.)

Glancing down, just the sight of his fingers working your clit was enough to make you come.

His cock slipped from you without warning, still in the throes of your orgasm, still moaning and writhing beneath him. Getting to his knees, he straddled one thigh while pulling the other around his waist, keeping you on your side as he slipped back between your walls. The new angle had your eyes rolling back in your head every time he filled you.

Noticing your breasts bouncing with each thrust only inspired him to fuck you harder, his hand soon slipping up you body, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple, the sharp sting bringing an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Mine,” he growled, demanding you admit it; that you were his, that you’d never want anyone else again. But you weren’t there yet, and your denial had him pounding his cock into you even harder, making you come again.

Rolling you onto your back, he pulled up both of your legs as he sank back inside you, lowering his body over yours, letting you feel his weight on top of you. His lips ghosted yours but, when you tried to kiss him, he pulled away, smirking. His movements turned slower, more purposeful, letting you really feel him. It was almost too much after everything you’d already been through, but you soon realised that was the point.

“See how easy it is to empty that head and stop overthinking when you give in to me?” His hand cupped your cheek and he smiled down at you. “This is why you’re mine, sweetheart. No one else will ever make you feel this good.”

As your back arched off the bed, Billy lowered his head, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping, while his fingers found the other, tugging and twisting until it ached. It wasn’t long before you started to tremble beneath him, moans stacking and getting louder, nails tearing into his back as you tried to hold on.

You clenched around his cock, so close to coming, when he took hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.

Then he pulled out.

“Billy -” you practically sobbed, desperate to come, not understanding why he'd stopped.

“Say thank you for the camera, Billy,” he instructed.

You stayed quiet, defiant, realising what he was doing. He wanted to make you change your mind.

Squirming beneath him, you tried in vain to pull from his grasp. His cock filled you again, giving two deep thrusts, almost enough to push you over the edge before pulling out again.

“All you have to say is thank you,” he told you again.

With the way you were bent beneath him, you couldn’t move, couldn’t free yourself. You hated how much you were loving being restrained by him, hated the thrill that ran up your spine as he kept edging you, knowing you well enough to pull out each time you got close. Minutes passed, the demand made over and over, keeping you on the precipice until your eyes were watering and your body was shaking.

But you didn’t ask him to stop. You didn’t want it to end; naively, you thought you could beat him. You couldn’t.

“Thank you!” You finally cried out, broken by him.

“For?” He prompted.

“Thank you for the camera, Billy.” You whined desperately.

“You’re going to keep it, aren’t you?”

Fuck, he’d managed to trap you.

“Yes!”

He grinned, pitching his cock inside you again, fucking you fast and hard enough to finish both of you, his thrusts finally turning languid and lazy as he emptied himself of every last drop inside you, and you clenched around him, unable to stay annoyed as you fought to catch your breath.

“I’m really glad you decided to keep the camera, sweetheart.” Finally letting you lower your legs back to the mattress. And, before you could answer back, his tongue was in your mouth and you were surrendering to him all over again.

END NOTES : I know it's late to be posting a Christmas chapter but I had it written and I thought it was pretty cute (albeit in a smutty fucked up way) and I enjoyed writing it so, here we are. Normal posting schedule will start again on Friday!

Thanks for reading and sticking with all the ups, downs, and dirty parts of this fic!

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grafeas-of-tartaros · 3 months

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Nightly Ritual

Pairing: Sir Crocodile x Gn!PuppySub!Reader

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Rating: T

Summary: A short and sweet one shot about the bedtime routine of Sir Crocodile and his partner.

Content Includes: pet play, power exchange, use of dog related pet names, Pet/Master dynamic etc

A blanket of soft warmth surrounded and cradled your body. The fuzzy fabric of the blanket and the circular doggy-bed below you cocooning you comfortably. Shifting from your curled up position, you blink the sleep from your eyes. The stretching of your stiff limbs causes a few pops to come from your joints. A loud yawn shudders through your body to fight off the last of the grogginess. Now mostly awake, you take a look around the fancy, well furnished office of Sir Crocodile.

The lights were low, the large room only illuminated by the sconces hanging from tall, cream-colored walls. Long shadows forming around the areas that the light can't quite reach. Gold accents in the furniture glimmering faintly like tiny stars scattered across the room. With so much of the extravagant room hidden in darkness, it has a more cozy, homely feeling to it. That comfortable energy causes a need for affection to squeeze in your chest. Raising and turning your head to look around for the usual source of affection. Big, fluffy ears that sat atop of the hairband on your head bounce from the quick movements.

Just a few feet away from where you're laying in your doggy-bed is the dark wood siding of Crocodile’s desk. Tall and broad just like the man that sat behind it in a large armchair. Practically folding himself in half against the desk as he snappily fills out a pile of paperwork. Thick, dark smoke pours from his cigar and obscures his already shadowy features. The rich scent drifts through the room and tickles your twitching nose. Heavy blankets slipping from your shoulders pooling at your waist as you move to step out of your comfortable bed. Coarse office carpeting a far cry from the silky material that makes up your napping spot. But you shake off the uncomfortable shock to take a few steps out of your little sanctuary.

Each soft step of yours paired with a swish of fur from behind. The high-quality fur that makes up a tail brushing up against the back of your thighs. A well-fitting harness making certain that it doesn't slip off or rub in any uncomfortable places when you move. Soft yet sturdy knee pads keep the scratchy carpet beneath you from marking or burning the sensitive flesh located there. Paired with specialized gloves that nullify any pain or awkward pressure from walking on your hands.

In just a few sleepy steps you find yourself sitting beside the tall chair that Crocodile sits in. Hands in front of you flat on the carpet, legs folded beneath you and butt resting on the back of your heels. Patiently waiting for Sir to feel the longing, needy stare you're shooting up at him. Impatient as all puppies are, you quickly get bored of waiting for him to make the first move. Letting out a small ‘yip’ to hopefully pull his attention away from his work. The clever plan works and Crocodile sits up from the hunched position he was in a few moments ago. Lavender eyes looking around before finally landing on your sitting figure on the floor. Chuckling when he sees your pleading eyes and panting mouth looking back at him.

“Finally awake from your nap I see, pup.” Crocodile rumbles, a stream of smoke chasing after his words.

“Woof!” You feel your tail wag back and forth excitedly when Crocodile's eyes finally reach you. Sitting up to gently nudge your head against his calf. A sign that you're asking for a head pat (or maybe even a scratch behind the ear). Looking back up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. Bottom lip stuck out in a dramatic pour. Hoping that the cutesy act would be enough to convince him to pause working on the seemingly endless pile of paperwork.

“I know what you're asking for, pup. but I can't do that right now. I need to finish signing these papers so they can be looked over tomorrow.” An apologetic look disappears as quickly as it appeared across Crocodile's face. Bringing his hook down to carefully pat your head with the side of it. While nice, it wasn't exactly what you were looking for. Practically nothing when compared to the affection the now busy man is usually capable of. Bumping your head against it to gain a bit more satisfying friction.

“Harrumph.” Your next bark comes out closer to a huff. Exhaling sharply in annoyance from how ignored you feel. Nudging against his wrist with your nose, careful around the sensitive area attached to his prosthetic. Bumping it so the heavy, base rests against the top of your head between the ears on your headband. Quiet whines catch in your throat to try and pull at the silently working man's heart strings.

“I said I can't cuddle with you right now, treasure. How about you go play with your favorite squeaky toy for a bit and I'll spend some time with you when I'm done.” Crocodile gives you a sympathetic smile before turning back to his paperwork. Leaving you to grumpily make your way back to the comfortable corner that houses your bed.

Beside the bed was a small, wicker basket overflowing with a variety of toys. Keeling in front of it you bury your face within the heap of toys in search of your favorite. Eventually lifting back up with the toy you were searching for clenched in your jaws.Giving it a few test squeezes to make sure the squeaker box is intact. Being met with a loud,happy squeak from the worn-down toy. Carrying it along and flopping down back into the soft embrace of your doggy-bed. Curled up in a little ball with your head resting against your arms. The toy sat in front of you, you alternated between chewing on and shaking it in your jaws.Yipping and growling playfully when met with resistance from the squishy, squeaking toy.

Dropping further into your puppy headspace, time seems to go by in an instant. Attention only pulled away from your toy when a quiet groan reaches your ears. The sound emanating from Crocodile as he stretches from sitting in the same position for so long. Looking up from it to peer over at the man. Watching as he stood up from his chair, the wood of the seat squeaked softly. Quiet footsteps thumping from behind the desk and slowly got closer to you. Ringing out in the quiet office until he stood in front of your curled up form.

“Up.”

He said, voice hoarse and low from the silence he had been sitting in. Waving his hand to beckon you to his side. No cigar clenched between his teeth, but the rich scent of the smoke still clings to his clothes. Bringing a familiar, comforting feeling over your senses and into your lungs. Drawing you closer to him, kneeling by his side. Wagging your tail and waiting for what his next command will be.

“Good pup, now follow.”

You happily trot along beside Crocodile, looking up at him as you walk. Speeding up your motions whenever his stride outpaces yours. Sometimes playfully nudging against his leg, causing him to smile down at you. Besides your footsteps however, the hall was quiet and nearly dark. The lights low flickering, mimicking the flames of torches. Creating a small path of visibility that ended at the tall doorway that leads to Crocodile's bedroom. Patiently sitting beside the door, watching the man's movements closely. His hand reaching out and pushing the door open with a low creaking from the wood.

“In.”

*Crocodile snapped his fingers and pointed into the bedroom. Prompting you to enter the room before he did. Nodding, you happily scamper into the large lavishly decorated bedroom. Spinning about in a circle as you try to relax yourself before you become too worked up. Panting and smiling broadly, looking around for Crocodile. He had quickly made his way into the bedroom after you. Now standing beside an ornate, wooden dresser. Waiting patiently with his arms folded over his chest. One of his eyebrows raised curiously, A silent command to assist him in undressing and getting into more comfortable clothes.

Crawling towards him, you kneel in front of him on your knees. Carefully unlacing his shoes before slipping them off of his feet. Then working upwards, you take off his belt, then his pants and his boxers. Unbuttoning his shirt, running your hands up and down his chest. Admiring his physique, fingers running over his pale, brown-gray skin. Tracing the scars that run beneath his pecs and meet in the middle of his chest. He looks down at you with a loving expression. Lifting one of your hands to place a kiss against your knuckles.

Though it seemed nearly impossible, you eventually pulled away from him. Digging through the dresser for a comfortable pair of sleep pants. Watching as he steps into the legs, helping pull them up for him. Finally, you carefully take his left arm in your hand. Rubbing at the sensitive edges and scarred flesh. Lovingly detaching the prosthetic, and setting it carefully off to the side. Mirroring his movements by bringing the stump up to your lips. Peppering, careful, soft kisses on the stitched and scarred skin. The sensation caused him to crack a small smile. Playfully rubbing your head with his hand, skin warm yet rough. Thoroughly relaxed, Crocodile moves to lay on the bed.

Nearly crawling out of your skin at this point, you quickly shuck your puppy garments off. Only just barely remembering to place them on the dresser so you will have them tomorrow. Almost bouncing as you skip over to the bed, watching as Crocodile lays back against the pillows. The man reaches his arms out to pull you close to his chest. His body relaxing and melting against the silky bed sheets. His face is nuzzling the side of your head. Breathing in your familiar and comforting scent. His deep-set, lavender eyes shut, almost drifting off. Not wanting to leave you hanging, he takes a deep breath to wake himself up.

“Mmm thank you, for all of this.”

His voice mumbles against your skin, feeling the rumble deep in your skin.

“All of what, Sir?” you hum curiously

“Taking care of me, helping me, keeping me company. You did so well for me today, pup; just like you do every day.” Crocodile places a chaste kiss against your forehead. Pulling you closer to his chest, letting your leg fall across his lap.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Those words pull a chuckle out of the stoic man. The sound shaking your body, so close to his.

Thank you so much to everyone that read this fic, especially those that read all the way through. This is the first fic I have written and posted in about a year so I am a bit rusty.

But if you like it and want to see more content like it then feel free to follow. You can also put suggestions in my ask box if there's something specific you want to see. Or wait until I have enough energy to work on my WIPs folder lol.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated but not required!

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vivianette · 2 years

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Suddenly thinking about slightly delirious, feverish shuji and how soft he is for you. All his confessions and insatiable craving for your warmth by his side 🥺🥺🥺🥺

🍓AN: phewhueheue babe this thought occupied my mind for so long that I rambled on about ths that’s why this got so long for no fucking reason🥹🫶 NOT Proof-read or even thought through tbh😭

🍓Synopsis: hanma is stupid and he gets stupidly cute when he’s sick

🍓Pairing: hanma shuji x female reader

🍓Warnings: none,ooc sappy hanma cuz that’s how I like him

You struggle to open the door to shuji’s apartment with the heavy tote bag you’re carrying, careful to not move too fast for the contents inside to spill. Finally getting successful, you enter inside as you easily navigate through the small living space to your boyfriend’s bedroom where he is laying down with his eyes squeezed shut. Seeing your usually hyper boyfriend fatigued on his bed with his right arm thrown over his forehead, trying to breathe comfortably through his stuffy nose made you think that he may be known as the “reaper” of Kabukicho, feared by many but he’s still your sick, very human, boyfriend who needs your tending.

Shaking your head you walk over to his bed putting the bag down. Quietly sitting at his bed side on the floor. He didn’t even notice your presence until you softly called out his name “hey baby” you say while gently moving away the hair strands stuck to his forehead by sweat. He lifts his arm “Y/N?” He looks at you through glassy eyes and with your free hand you hold his “yes baby?” You reply, all your attention on him. “My throat hurts” he says, almost whines, his voice hoarse, gently squeezing your hand in his much larger ones. You nod at him, feeling the heat radiating from his forehead on the back of your hand. You find him burried underneath a mountain of sweatshirts and hoodies, you look at him again,an eyebrow raised “your blanket?” “Couldn’t find it” he coughs closing his eyes again. You could tell he’s exhausted. The common cold could be a bitch if not dealt with properly and shuji being shuji ignored the symptoms of catching one “you worry too much babe,I don’t get colds” he shrugged you off a few days earlier when you warned him about the seasons changing and how he should dress accordingly but when does he ever listen. Maybe you jinxed it, he’d say if he wasn’t so tired out

“I’ll be right back” you kiss his knuckles as you get up. He groans at you letting go of his hand, instantly not loving the loss of your warmth. “Stayy” he manages to whine with the discomfort of a sore throat making grabby hands at you. The cold is messing with his head you think, he’d rather be caught dead than act all cutesy but you’re not complaining it’s actually adorable. “I said I’ll be right back honey” you say as you pull his ‘lost’ blanket from under his bed pulling it over his body as you set aside the mountain of clothes to deal with later. Making sure to kiss your boyfriend’s forehead before leaving for the kitchen.

You return with a tray,a glass and a water bottle filled with room temperature water and utensils. You set the tray on the carpeted floor as you help him sit up. Guiding the glass filled with water to his lips. He instantly gulps it down. You then move on to serving him the food you brought with you for him. “I made you soup” “feed it to me” he opens wide waiting for you to literally spoon feed him like a giant baby. But what shuji wants shuji gets so you stifle a laugh “whatever you say, you are sick after all” feeding him a spoon full of soup before blowing on it to make sure he doesn’t burn his tongue.Shuji gets fed by you happily, the warm soup soothing his scratchy throat and very much satisfied when you clean the corner of his mouth with your sleeve. You decided to clean his place up a bit as he was in no condition to do so himself but his grip on your wrist stops you from going anywhere “why do you keep leaving me?” oh would you look at that, the reaper is pouting, his full lips are puckered up and he doesn’t even know how kissable he looks right now with his cheeks slightly flushed from the fever. You’re now sat beside him on the bed “I will never leave you baby” he puts both his hands on your waist, pulling you on top of him as he lays back on the bed, your whole weight on him. “but you haven’t even kissed me properly today” his brows are slightly furrowed you notice “are you mad at me?” You giggle “a little” he admits and you snuggle closer to him “I’m sorry babe lemme make it up to you” holding him face between your hands and finally giving him the kiss he deserved. One of his hands is holding you by the nape, the other is on your back keeping you flush against him. Pulling away from the kiss after a good minute or two you settle on his left side with his arm wrapped around you “you do know I shouldn’t be kissing someone with a cold” you tease “but I’m not any ‘someone’ I’m your boyfriend and I need your kisses”. You playfully roll your eyes at him. If someone had asked hanma what he felt in the exact moment right now he’d say ‘giddy’ he feels giddy. Never in his life has he ever had someone take care of him, treated him so kindly,made him feel worthy of love. You made him feel worthy of love.Even his parents failed at that which was technically their jobs but he shakes the thought out of his mind.

Staring lovingly at you with his honey coloured eyes you hold his gaze, it still made your face heat up after all this time together with him you never really got used to the way he looks at you. He scoots closer to you, your body impossibly close to his on the tiny single bed. He tucks your head under his chin “I got very lucky” he sighs sniffing your recently shampooed hair. (Once you called him a dog for that and weirdly enough he agreed, admitting he actually likes doing that) “you treat me so well doll♡” shuji kisses the top of your head “I’m so stupid yet you’re still here with me in this dirty apartment being so smart” he’s yawning now “taking care of me when I’m sick” safe to say your heart is near the verge of exploding. Your shuji is being so sweet to you “I really really love you Y/N” you can tell he’s smiling “now say it back” he pulls back just enough to look at you say it. You’re smiling at him with your face on fire,maybe you got lucky yourself as well “I love you shuji, I really really love you too”

#vivi writes🍓#first ever longish fic?#hanma shuji #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokrev hanma #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x female reader #hanma imagines #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers hanma #char: hanma shuji

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olivermorningstar · 25 days

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🦋🌗📚 (for the artist asks!!)

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

I don't think so actually! If that was the case, I think I'd want a more scary/unsettling style! My primary love is horror media, the fact that I got into otome at all is very surprising and the direct fault of my partner lol

Sometimes I do draw horror related things, but they usually end up a little cutesy. Such is my curse, I suppose!

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

Oh night for sure. It's quiet, it's dark, it's easier to focus. My best doodles are in the dead of night.

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

That really depends. When I do decide to do digital art - if it's a sketch, it's just 2 or 3, if it is a fully rendered piece, it can be upwards of 50 so it's easier to clean up the scratchy lines later without running into other sections of the piece.

Sometimes I do one layer challenges though, I don't post those very often.

But by the end of the day, I prefer traditional work by a country mile.

#Thank you for the ask!

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lollytea · 1 year

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Also we've all written essays about how good Zeno's voice acting for Hunter is, because it's great, BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT TATI GABRIELLE AS WILLOW THIS EPISODE??? THE FUCKING RANGE AND DEPTH OF EMOTION SHE PORTRAYED HERE!!! The effortless return to anxious s1 willow's voice but this time more raw and vulnerable bc this is a willow who isn't as used to the fear and self-hatred as she used to be and it's scary for her!! The heartbreaking voice crack when she says "I can't do this". Tati's done such a good job subtly making willow sound older as s2 progressed, and then plays with it so well here I just. AUGH! RAGRAGHRSGH BITING AND CLAWING SHE WAS SO GOOD!!!!

I LOVE TATI GABRIELLE'S WILLOW VOICE. I've always found it so distinct and adorable and cartoonishly plucky yet authentic and full of heart. I love that it's a little scratchy, a little crackly. I love that it's so high pitched that it sometimes cracks or squeaks when she gets emotional. I've got a pretty high pitched voice too and it does that occasionally, so I love to see it.

Her line delivery has always been so funny. It being so cutesy and silly sounding really adds to the comedy. ("Not if I never look down :)") However, it took a while before Tati was fully allowed to go bonkers in the booth. Nothing too crazy. Quirky best friend stuff. I mean they eventually let her loose on Inner Willow and she fucking snapped!!! So the amazing emotional range that she was capable of was always THERE, waiting to be utilized. But then they kinda had to set her aside for the rest of the season and a chunk of next one.

But she's gotten so many golden moments since then. Humor and this bright optimistic determination and uncertainty and passive aggressiveness and devastation and sweetness and ANGER. Some of my fave s2 line reads from her that have so much personality include:

"The real Emperor was society all along..."

"I can do this! .....right?" (Turns out this shit was foreshadowing, wow.)

"Still think we're pathetic? :)"

"I....thought I could be good at this..."

"I didn't want to draw attention to Luz and Eda.... :/"

"I don't WANT your protection!!! I want you to see who I really am!!!!"

"Thanks, Hunter..." (I remember somebody saying after LR aired that if huntlow isn't canon then somebody needs to inform Tati Gabrielle because why does she say his name Like That?)

"There's always a way to help. You just have to look for the right opportunity <3"

But GOD YEAH!!! She's so good in FTF!!!! I love that she brings such a broad range of emotions. Tenderness and tenacity!!! One minute she's cooing over grass and the next she's threatening to punch Belos through the face!!!! I love her!!!!

That bright chipper tone of hers that gradually begins to fall apart as she's hit with blow after blow.

The quiet warmth of the photograph scene, following by how her voice quakes with hurt and humiliation and her transparent attempts to play it off like it's fine. Her angry outburst at Boscha. The whoooooooole vine scene. Everything about it!!! She's so good!!!!

(I especially love the quivering "Hello...?" when she realizes that Hunter and Gus aren't with her anymore. It really does emphasize her feelings of isolation and terror at the belief that said isolation is HER OWN FAULT. UGGHH!!!)

TATI GABRIELLE!!!!!!!!

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farewelln3verland · 1 year

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11, 15 and 32 with dom mashiho!

HIATUS FEELS FIC

pairing: boyfriend! on-hiatus! mashiho x gn reader

warnings: suggestive, seeing shiho, just smuff yk, food mentions

author's note: i know mashi is gone, but i wanted to do this req! and no, i didn't think you were rude (the exclamation point negates that lol) ((also anon, if your comfy, let's be friends! you remind me of myself))

"I'm home!" mashiho called, and you instantly were hit by a thousand emotions. your boyfriend had been gone for so long, and seeing him was bitter sweet.

you could tell just from those two words he was happy to be back, but tired. oh-so tired.

you'd noticed it of course. you'd seen his fancam for jikjin showed his dance moves being executed perfectly, but there was just no spirit behind the languid dancing.

walking into the living room, you saw mashiho setting down his bag and he gave you a tired but grateful smile.

"i missed you mashi," you whisper, hugging him as tight as you could without hurting him. his hand made his way to your hair and he leaned into the hug.

"i missed you just as much love."

"i made you your favorite."

for the first time since being home, his eyes get a tiny bit of light

"sushi?" he asks, and you nod.

"not only that-" you pause for dramatic effect, "but pork too!" you exclaim, and gently take his hand and pull him into the kitchen.

"but the luggage-" he tries, but you don't let him go.

"nope. i'll get it. you eat." you sit him down where the piping hot food waited for him.

"no." he looked at you and give a pleading look. "sit with me, tell me what you've been doing." when you hesitate he adds a 'please' in a small voice.

after eating his meal, thanking you, and forcing you to let him clean, he brings his things to the bedroom.

you almost don't notice how his fingers brush over the duvet albiet wistfully, but you do.

"what's up?"

"i just really missed you." he smiles, and pulls you onto the edge of the bed with him.

"come here." your friends always said they never knew if their partners were in the mood, but you knew with mashiho. his cutesy voice managed to turn deep and somehow a little scratchy.

"...are you sure? once we start we might not be able to hold back." you tease him, giving him a tiny kiss on his jawline.

"really? let’s see what you can do, then doll.”

and that's what you did.

let's just say mashiho wasn't as in control as he thought, and he knew it by the end of the night.

#mashiho imagines #mashiho smut #mashiho #treasure fic #treasure imagines #treasure smut #treasure

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 5 months

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do the broodals speak with accents?

Yep! As kids, they were in the foster care system and moved around a lot, so they picked up on different local accents.

Topper has a New York (New Donk City) accent with a sorta scratchy voice(?) I say the scratchy voice is because of his asthma... His voice is kinda threatening, even though his appearance isn't--When you hear "Imma bust yo' fockin' kneecaps," you know to run. Even though Topper can not run. And probably can not hurt you.

(The TV character I use for Topper's VA in the HC voices post does, in fact, have the scary accent and a scratchy voice)

Rango has a very gentle, soft way of speaking but has a rough southern (Sarasaland) accent to accompany it, which can make it a bit difficult to tell his tone if you aren't paying attention. He abbreviates words and has never not used the word "y'all." Iggy thinks it is very sexy and wishes Rango would talk dirty to him more often.

(His VA is literally the "Embodiment of Texas")

Hariet is kinda the opposite--She has a fairly "intense" voice and is almost always yelling, but has a light (US)northern (Eastern Beanbean Kingdom) accent, which makes her voice sound more cutesy and friendly. She talks a bit slower and has an interesting way of pronouncing As and Os. Her accent isn't as noticeable as her brothers.

(Her VA is from a Canadian show that takes place IN Canada. Oh yeah, and her VA's VA is a real Canadian, too!)

Spewart's accent is the most difficult to detect. You see, Spewart has a New York accent like Topper does... But you can only hear it when he says very specific words. (Coffee->CAWfee, Third->ThOId) Most people genuinely don't think he has an accent at all! And it catches people very off-guard when one of those accented words slip out.

(His VA does not have a NYC accent, and he doesn't speak with one most of the time, so it fits!)

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eliyips · 6 months

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Can i ask how u do lineart so well,, it looks so smooth,,

I've always been very big on keeping my lineart clean and smooth! :) I'm very inspired by comic and graphic novel illustration, so naturally, I try to take notes from that sort of aesthetic in a lot of my art.

The short answer is that I just have a lot of practice, and am very picky about how my lineart looks. So, I'll often spend a long time making sure it looks just how I'd like it, before moving on, even if the lines aren't necessarily going to be the focus of the final drawing.

The longer answer kinda depends on what lineart you're asking about! The style of my lineart tends to change to fit whatever mood I'm going for, so I have a lot of different line styles with varying levels of smooth-ness.

On the super-smooth end of the spectrum, we have these bubbly, cartoony lines! These are a pain to draw, to be honest. But they really contribute to giving that cute look :) For these, I used the Clip Studio Paint G-Pen, with some minor adjustments to the settings, mainly so that there's not too much line width variation. The uniform, thick lines are important for this look! :) Drawing in this style really just a lot of trial and error. Usually when doing lineart, I'll erase away at lines to get them to the right thickness, or even just clean up a sketch and call that lineart, rather than doing lines on a new layer. But, that's a lot harder to do when the line thickness has to stay consistent. So, I end up just drawing the same line 7 times over, un-doing my work and re-doing it until i'm satisfied. Again, it's a pain! I used to draw like this a lot more frequently, but I stopped because I found that other approaches are often a lot more satisfying and rewarding. This is still great, for that cutesy look, though.

Next, we have what I would affectionately call my ref sheet lines. As much as it's probably a bad idea, I have a habit of just kinda skipping the lining stage of art. I'll just take my sketch, and tidy it up until it's clean enough. But for a drawing where there's only going to be flat colors, that sort of roughness can look sloppy, In my opinion. So, particularly when doing ref sheets, or other art which I don't intend to render, I will actually go through the effort of fully sketching out my idea and lining on a separate layer. The result is a lot cleaner and more deliberate, and looks a lot nicer when colored! Especially if I take the time to color the lineart :) I also really like doing small details with thin lines, particularly body/facial hair, elastic cuffs on clothing, and the seams of clothes, too. I like drawing those little details a lot, and I think they shine the most in my cleaner line style :D

For this, and for most of my lineart, I use these brushes which you can find on the Clip Studio Asset Store:

I'll bounce back and fourth between these, and Kozmo's Scratchy Scribbler brush, which you can find on Ko-fi!

Additionally, I have a modified G-Pen with a pencil texture that I think I made myself? I don't remember making it, but I also don't know where it came from! So i guess I did, lol.

A little more messy than my ref-sheet lines, we have the line style which you probably see most often on my page. As mentioned before, I usually kinda skip the sketch step for these? I don't encourage that, it's a bad habit of mine. But I make it work! I feel like the best way to explain my process with this is to just offer you a timelapse of my lineart process:

I just kinda... go. and it works out! most of the time. lots of cleanup and tweaking, and as you can see with Bdubs and Etho here, sometimes I do actually just. do a sketch and then line over it. So maybe I have no idea what my own process even is, LOL.

Now, to completely abandon your original question here's how i don't do smooth lineart! :D In this style, for the most part, I ignore the cleanliness of my lines, only really erasing with the lasso fill tool, when lines get too cluttered to actually read. Usually I'll only go for this when I'm already planning on painting over the lines. Because sometimes an idea doesn't need or want clean lines, and sometimes I just want to paint some values or slap some colors together and call it a day. Love my clean lines, but scratchy, messy lines are fun too! :)

Not sure if any of this really explained how i do smooth lineart, but I sure did talk about lineart for a while. I hope you could find something interesting or insightful in here! :) thanks for the ask, and I hope you have a great day <3

#inbox #digital art #art process #timelapse #lineart #another ~1k words on my art process?#yippee!!!#askeliyips #ask

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thorniest-rose · 1 year

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I love the idea of feral child Eddie so so much but my brain keeps visualizing him and kid Steve as Lilo and stitch ajdjsk especially since I could see Eddie as mostly non verbal who just grunts and growls and who tries to attack and bite anyone who gets too close to Steve

omg NO dhdhdhs it's supposed to be southern gothic and dark and haunting, not cutesy Disney!!! Though Stitch IS extremely cute, I actually have a Stitch plushie on my bed, and he's so soft and has the biggest ears (though his claws are kinda scratchy as they're a felt material so he's hard to sleep with). So I love Stitch!! This is more like... Beauty and the Beast meets Ethel Cain. But a big yes to Eddie growling and biting people. He's gonna half-kill Tommy for just being friends with Steve and Steve's gonna be like oh...

#asks #steddie #feral eddie verse

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oohbuggypie · 3 months

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omg i love crayons so much art with crayons is literally the wings on an angel LIKE IDK IT JUST HAS ITS OWN ENTIRELY UNIQUE FEELING AND STYLE it's literally so cutesie and mix it with some messy pen outlines ? it's literally fav i 🩷 my own style of creating art just silliness hearts sparkles the color pink crayons scratchy pen and a whole lot of love ,,,,, praying 2 the Lord that i get a 64 pack / 94 pack of crayons for my birthday IN EXACTLY TWENTY DAYS ! my pink and brown crayon are destroyed ,, my burning love for people of color (mee) and the color pink (meeeee)

#purrrsonal #nothing special to say rn but sometimes my brain is so full of Thoughts i have to say Stuff or i will implode

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silusvesuius · 1 year

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Your art is so amazing!!! I admire the way you build characters with strong shapes and zany silhouettes, and your scratchy lines + the crazy color composition is just pure -chef's kiss- 😙👌👌👌 It's super inspiring!! Do you mind sharing anythin or anyone that's helped shape your style?

thank you vuerrry much, i'm flattered .... <3 i think 19th-20th century art is a big driving force in my stuff rn, always will be. i'd say i leech off paul gaugin, john singer sargent & my very favorite odilon redon, all of his stuff makes me do backflips, makes me fly and bounce off the walls. also love how pierre brissaud & andre-edouard marty operate in their art. don't have many smart words to say, i just like them a lot lol. i also noticed that starting 2 draw skajrim characters and things related to it did wonders for me, i think just drawing such grimy and dirty boiled water vibe-d games would do a lot of good for a lot of artists. in general it's been about 2 years since i really started drifting away from drawing a lot of ani/manga fanart & consuming such media; & it's........great, hoenstly, no shade, i still like some medias i consumed in that era but rn i can't imagine doing that. just speaking from my experience, moving from more cutesy stylized stuff to a tad bit more realistic direction has me in a really content place. & as a tip trying a lot of things and being able to do a lot of things is awesome and grand; consistency in art is a literal joke. ❤

#ask #this sounds so disjointed... but thank u for the ask!

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mikeys-jellycat-selection · 1 year

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Jellycat Review: Onyx Dragon (huge) 🎀

When I first saw this guy at work, I immediately put him on hold. I just knew I had to have him, as he'd make a perfect companion for my precious huge Snow Dragon... FINALLY he has found his rightful place on my bed, which means it's time to review him!! I simply adore Jellycat dragons, so I truly can't express how stoked I am to see this handsome fellow amongst my collection.

Fur texture: 9/10

Onyx dragon's fur is just incredible. It's sleek, soft, and sooo addicting. The deep, sable fur is slightly reflective, giving it a gorgeous, sparkly lustre that it's cousins (snow, sage, etc.) lack. The only reason I'm not giving him a perfect 10/10 (the softness really is incredible, I can't understate it's appeal) is because of the unfortunate texture of his wings and scales. In perfect contrast to it's silky coat, Onyx dragon's scales are suprizingly scratchy and rough. It really does put a damper on the cuddle experience, but I can't be too upset about it. If only they'd chosen to go the route of Dexter Dragon... sigh.

Design: 9/10

I love this plushie. His adorable, silly snout... His precious paws... His long, handsome tail... I often have problems with dragon plushies, because I find that they're often really overdesigned or far too cutesy. The jellycat dragons just have an undeniable appeal to them, as they capture the recognizable likeness of a majestic dragon without making them too, for lack of a better word, ugly. One of my favorite features are the beans included in Onyx's tummy, which give it a great weight and sound. It's so fun to squish and grab this dragon's soft tum... the only gripe I have is, again, the texture of the wings... yes, the sparkly material is a great visual addition to the overall design, but it comes at the cost of alienating some people (like me) with sensory problems.

Size: 10/10

I personally think the jellycat dragons are best experienced in their "huge" size. They fit perfectly in your lap, are ever so slightly weighted, and are amazing cuddle buddies. I actually own a little Onyx dragon, and I have to say, I much prefer the larger version. It really let's the design itself shine, and makes for such a great companion. This would be the perfect plushie to consider modifying with the addition of weighted beads.

Accessibility:

These things sell for an INSANE amount of money online, which I find SO deplorable. I've seen listings from anywhere from $200 to unbelievably greedy amounts like $700~ usd. It's absurd. These dragons are immensely popular, which definitely contributes to their ridiculous second hand prices, but also ensures that they're likely not going anywhere on the site. If you have to get them online, DO NOT buy them for anywhere near those unreasonable amounts. Wait for drops on the site, or get them second hand for fair prices. Please don't contribute to people who think that they can get away with selling relatively common plushies for insane prices.

Overall 🎀

This dragon makes such an excellent companion that it would be unfair to rate him anything below a 9.5/10. Onyx dragon is simply awesome, from the tip of his adorable snoot to the pointy end of his tail. I would go so far as to say that any jellycat collection isn't complete without him or one of his precious cousins. You CAN'T pass this guy up. Onyx dragon really is the stuff of legends 🎀💖

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