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firefly-party · 1 year

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(Band AU) Jaskel for my lovely bestie @devendrasbeard!!!! Happy holidays my love!!!!!!! 🎄🎁❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎁😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Done for the @witcherficwriters Secret Santa gift exchange.

Dear Aguuu, payback's a bitch! is all im saying ;D

no seriously, my love, i hope you won't kill me for making this band au jaskel xD

but look, they got tattoos and piercings (more on places that are (sadly) hidden XD)

and it's also a wee bit smutty, right?

anyway… i hope this piece is a good treat for you bc damn…it def was a treat for me XD

"canon version" of this pic

AND

below a "censored version" since i finished drawing this pic before Tumblr allowed mature content again. the idea for the pattern on their pants belongs to @dapandapod! i thank! also for all your support and screaming during the drawing streams. ❤

no tagging ppl bc it's a gift and also mature content so i dunno if that's even allowed. sry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#jaskel #the witcher #jaskier #eskel #the witcher fanart #the witcher band au #witcher winter gift exchange #so i had an absolute blast to draw this...#aguuu forgive me :D #but i really hope you like it q_q #i mean.... i did ...back in september? xD look this pic is so fucking old by now???? holy crap but im so glad i can finally post it #kei's witcher art

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scribblebirddd · 1 year

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They’re talking shit about all the other villains at the party, like oh my god did you see what the black cube of darkness is wearing? Embarrassing smh 😩

They’re the cutest couple on the dance floor though, no matter how many catty jokes they’re throwing at the expense of their peers. Best dressed villains until Dominator crashes the party 👀

#wander over yonder #woy #deathglare #I just really wanted to draw them all dressed up #in my mind this is some sort of fancy villain gala and Hater and Peepers have just announced their relationship status #so obviously they HAD to show up looking absolutely snatched #Peepers gets in a drunken debate with the Evil Sandwich and has to be dragged away by Hater #it’s a blast!!!

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kenobihater · 2 years

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[image ID: a digital portrait of queen berúthiel and her white cat from j.r.r. tolkien's legendarium standing against a dark blue background. the queen is wearing a black tudor-era gown with red accents, a red gable hood with a black veil, a girdle belt of pearls and rubies, and leopard print sleeves. she is holding up her fur-trimmed outer skirt in her left hand, revealing a red farthingale skirt underneath. she is pale skinned with a furrowed brow and teal blue eyes. her yellow eyed white cat sits to the left of her. the artist's signature is visible in red in the bottom right. it reads "LEN '22". /end ID.]

#len's art #queen berúthiel #queen beruthiel #lotr #lord of the rings #gondor #was gonna finish the background for this but it turns out i suck at architecture!#anyways this was literally just an excuse to draw an evil woman in tudor finery and i had a blast doing it!#also YES ik she only wears black and silver but let's just say red was in fashion or she just wore it for the portrait or smthn #maybe she wanted to bring to mind the blood of her enemies!#red farthingale skirts were v popular in tudor england bc they signified health so you could go with that too #also i've never seen an extant tudor gown with leopard fur but i REALLY wanted her to wear big cat fur so 🤷🏻‍♂️#click 4 (slightly) better quality (the og drawing was already low quality and the wrong ratio so tumblr absolutely destroyed it 😔)

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sketchingtons · 2 years

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✨🌅☀️Hello all! ☀️🌅 ✨

The start of a new month means the reveal of the new “Mission Mail’ tier monthly goodies! Here’s what I have prepared for August: A Starfire/Summer themed merch set-a redraw/reimagining of the first Mission Mail merch set I drew last August-to celebrate a year of making Patreon goodies and to see off the end of summer! 🌅 ✨

As an extra bonus to celebrate this Patreon milestone, all current and new members to the Mission Mail tier will receive not only this months merch set, but a copy of the original Merch set from last August as well! If you’ve ever been interested in the Sketchington’s exclusive goodies for Patreon, now would be an excellent time to join and take advantage of this 2 for 1 special deal~✨

Pledge to this tier anytime throughout the month of August to get this exclusive merch set-and once the month ends, fulfillment will begin!

You can check out my Patreon here~ ✨

(Likes and Reblog’s are, as always, greatly appreciated!!

#starfire #teen titans starfire #koriand'r #kori anders #character design #patreon #patreon creator #patreon artist #stickers #art print #merch #my merch #sketch's scribbles #aaah this was so fun to do!!#kind of wild to see the art progression from a year ago 😮#as I’m sure y’all know I had an absolute blast doing the hair 🙌#it was so much fuuuuun #missed drawing my girl Starfire-very happy I could draw her again for this milestone! 🙌 💕

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spaceypineapple · 2 years

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im SO excited for tonights ep..!!! i had to draw smth before it came out lol so heres a rushed luz

#luz noceda #the owl house #the owl house s3 #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #ill add those just in case!!!#spooks art #her new hairstyle is so pretty btw i had a blast drawing it #its absolutely gorgeous :^D

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radioactivebowtie · 2 years

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Finn’s Mindscape? Let’s Discuss-

I am going to have so much fun with this YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

Warnings: Childhood trauma, Liminal spaces, Anxiety attacks, sensory overloads (For my sona not for you!)

I used the bulleted lists here to organize my thoughts as they came. I don't think that I'll use them much, but it felt like a fitting way to format this :D

OK ENJOY!!!

Ok so there are lots of things that I haven’t fully explained about Finn’s backstory. But! Those things might be briefly mentioned here, though I’m unsure it would make much of a difference. This is going to get so very intense

So it's their office

Talk about burying yourself in your work

Despite being their office, it's just three walls full of monitors, wall to wall.

Everything that would make the office Finn's, any posters or niche collectibles are gone, there is NOTHING to focus on except for the wall to wall monitors.

each and every one of them is the only thing that are lighting up the room.

the fourth wall looks normal, the large window has its blinds shut, and you cannot open or adjust them in any way.

next to the window is their door, the one that would lead normally lead you into the hallway- BUT if you go through the door here?

you come back out at the back wall, the door is back to being in front of you and the door you JUST went through is now gone. The only thing behind you is the monitors.

NOW ABOUT THE MEMORIES

SO! the screens all around them are playing different memories from their entire life.

All of them are playing at once, they switch off to play a different memory at random-

So the room? SENSORY OVERLOAD!!

I'm also telling you that the room just SCREAMS trauma.

They don't want to go into certain memories, or even look at them like they would during their average workday- but they have to.

So to enter a memory they have to press play on the screen before it switches to another - the only thing that they have to go off of is whatever video that plays to share the memory!

So each memory is a little bit different depending on how much they actually remember it,,

The more they remember it the clearer the tape is, the light audio that plays into the room is clear-

BUT the more forgotten the memory is the worse it is audibly and visually, the screen is full of static and visual noise, the audio is skipping and glitching out.

Despite all of their good memories they do have to sort through a considerable amount of trauma, and unluckily they don't have a lot of time to prepare for it because the screens just keep changing, and they keep pressing play on the wrong ones!!

This room is absolutely designed to give them a panic attack-

and it succeeds

Finn will absolutely have multiple breakdowns inside the room, sitting curled up on the floor panicking - the memories from their childhood are too fresh, they create panic and anxiety to see.

They will accidentally press play on the memory of when JR had originally found them, seeing it from a third person perspective, them as a child crying on the ground, the house that they supposedly grew up in.

They watch all the extraction teams wander the broken home - the home that they barely remember feels grainy, more of a liminal space than it should be just because they barely remember it.

most of the memories before they turned five are grainy, glitchy, and filled with noise. They are basically unwatchable.

That's both, just fine with them and also frustratingly heartbreaking-

Unsure of the memory they have to look for, they try and balance the good memories that they don't mind reliving or watching with the ones that give them genuine panic attacks-

They keep pressing play on the screens, their ears feel like their ringing because of the constant static noises and the background humming of all the monitors?

They feel like they are slowly going insane

When they finally get out of the space by finding the memory they were looking for? They have to recuperate.

It takes a little while, They can't go into work again for a while unless they absolutely have to based in how serious the situation that required them to find that memory was.

When they do come back to work they can’t stay in their office for long, people are used to them wandering during shifts after they get bored

It’s a common occurrence

But they are wandering more often, seeing them sitting in other peoples offices, wandering the halls and still barely talking to the people-

THAT IS THE PART THEY FIND MOST CONCERNING

After a couple of days, maybe a week or so? They come back to work basically acting as they did before being in their mindscape.

At least on the outside!! Inside?? They are still having nightmares about their mindscape at night.

Cognito might need a therapist on retainer for situations like this-

#I just had to word vomit all my ideas-#Like there was no real end point here I just had a giant brain blast #and got so excited #I screamed the entire room idea to Laney last night #I was so veyr excited #this is literally the most fun I've had in so long #Like I had an absolute blast making a liminal space that would give me so much anxiety???#IM SO EXCITED #I hope this is enjoyable #because I'm still shaking in excitement over my idea #I will probably draw this at some point-#IM SO FUCKIN EXCITED #inside jobsona #inside job sona

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foldingfittedsheets · 8 days

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We had lunch with a friend who was relating a story to us about a friend of hers who lives in a rural area populated by a very large number of mountain lions.

She and her husband were at home when they watched a mountain lion jump their back fence, dead deer in tow, dragging its prey to their back shed. They watched with horrified fascination as this apex predator started absolutely going to town on this deer carcass. Honestly, same. I’d have watched too, I love a free nature documentary.

But after several hours as the cougar continued to lounge they started to be concerned. This was not a neighbor they wanted. They didn’t want to call animal control so they did what any rural American would do and grabbed their guns.

Their first several warning shots were met with unimpressed ambivalence, the cougar regarding them with the smugness of a fat and happy cat who’s heard a gun before.

Frustrated, they went back to the drawing board. Then they decided to stand on the back step with two different speakers at max volume blasting the cougar with sound waves. While also firing their guns in the air. This finally achieved the desired result, the cougar hightailed it away at top speed.

What were they blaring, you ask? What scared the lion from its den?

NPR.

Our friend was laughing as she said, “It didn’t mind the guns but it hated NPR, it was one conservative cougar!”

#ramblies #ffs foibles #funny #story

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fanaticsnail · 1 month

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"Good Boy"

Masterlist here

Word count: 3,200+

Synopsis: Eustass Kid didn't know exactly when it happened, but now he craves to be praised by you. He thrives beneath your words, but the one time you didn't call him a "good boy" has him in a bratty rage.

Themes: mutual pining, kid x gn!reader, fluffy, praise kink Kid, he just wants to be a good boy, no kisses just praise.

Notes: it's past 1am where I am, and I physically couldn't get to sleep until I got this request by @remisloves out of my mind. It's all about praise and softening rough characters lately with me. Good night everyone! Sweet blorbo dreams

Tag list: @sordidmusings @writingmysanity @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @feral-artistry @carrotsunshine

A shudder erupted from the base of Eustass Kid's spine to the top of his cranium. Downturning his chin, he attempted to disguise how wide his smile had risen to his lips beneath the shadow of his blast goggles.

Never one to shy away from a challenge, Captain Kid pushed himself to the absolute limit to best his latest opponent. Blood dripping from his body, his bones bent to the point of nearly breaking. The weight of his metal arm overencumbered his body, his brute strength no longer enough to propel his legs forward.

Successful at last, he claimed their loot in their vast treasury, selecting a few key pieces that caught his eye to present back to you: a former thief, his ships’ appraiser, and now his curator of chronological dialogue, items and routines.

What would possess this hulking captain to risk his body and his crew to collect this small piece of art to present to you? Why would he ever risk such a heavy physical toll for a mere trinket?

Because he was a good boy.

And you always informed him as such.

While Kid saw no need for a chronicler initially, he very quickly warmed to the idea of maintaining one on his payroll. When Massacre Soldier Killer suggested a small snippet of their adventures be cataloged in journals, Kid never knew that reading the words back would prompt a rapid boil beneath his skin. A craving. A need.

Seeing those words scribed on paper held him hostage. Those doting, praising, uplifting words that held such passionate composition regarding his exploits; they pushed him to go further, drive harder, propell longer in his adventures. This was all in an attempt to dream of seeing more of those beautiful words describing him articulated upon paper.

Well, his exploits at least.

Most of all, he craved to hear them depart from your lips. You managed to slip a single verbalized expression of praise once upon his return from doing a menial task. Since then, he was hooked on the rush it brought him.

“Oh, wow! Captain, you've done so well! So unbelievably well!” was that first door opening to the praise he needed.

That small snippet from you, was all well and good in his opinion. He did enjoy your recognition of his talent, but it was not what he craved the most.

And what he wanted the most, was to be told he was, “a good boy.”

He couldn't explain it, but the thought of hearing those words flee from your lips had his eyelids half-hooded, eyes glazed, pupils blackened and blown, and a droopy smile lazily draw itself up onto his lips.

You had only ever come close one time to praising him personally, rather than the talent of his exploits. He felt the flutter of his heart rapidly igniting his veins with adrenaline, screaming with his eyes for you to utter the words he so desperately craved.

And you said it.

You finally said it today.

His feet thumped upon the wooden deck, after he hoisted himself over the small opening on the side of the ship. The ‘away team' had finally assembled together and began greeting those who remained behind.

Rushing to greet your Captain, he shot you a reciprocated, triumphant and winning smile, while happily presenting a small object up to you in the center of his right, flesh hand.

“You found it? You actually found it?” your eyes widened, reaching your hand out to Kid's extended right palm. His body was still dripping with the blood of his enemies, a visible shake in his fingertips as he elevated the trinket up to you.

“It nearly cost me my other arm,” he winced through the words, his forearm beginning to twitch beneath the strain of his exhaustion, “But I brought it back for you-...” he halted his words, pondering whether it was now time to make his affections known or not “...-to add to the collection.”

“For me?” your eyes widened, looking at the shiny and ornate gold filigree design. In the center of the flattened piece lay a single garnet: small, something one would cast aside should more items be presented. But to you, a prized piece in an antique collection you had been dedicating your life to find.

“It's the missing piece, yeah?” Kid smirked, huffing through his words as the rest of the crew assembled atop the Victoria Punk, “The one you told us about last Friday?”

“Honestly, Captain, I don't remember half of what happened last Friday,” you confessed sheepishly, up turning your brows as your fingers brushed against his palm, “You'd think my liver would be able to tolerate being aboard your ship, drinking that slosh alongside the crew by now.”

He barked a cracked cackle at your confession, prompting your own to rise in your chest. His laugh was contagious, a laugh that could be felt through his whole body springing and vibrating up within your own.

“Thank you, captain,” you expressed your deepest gratitude to the taller man, your head nodding in praise, “You don't know what this means to me.”

After a moment's pause, he looked down at the object before bringing his whisky-coloured eyes back up to meet with your own. He inhaled a shaken breath, baited and waiting within his lungs while anticipating his next words.

“S-So,” he stuttered over his words, scolding himself under his own anxiety, “Did I do good? Is this the one you needed? Am I a-...” he didn't want to lead you into giving him the praise he desperately sought, but didn't want to not hear it either.

With all the patience you could muster upon such a triumphant moment in your life, you prompted him with your eyes to have him complete his sentence.

“...Am I a good-...” trying so, so hard to say the final word, he physically couldn't have them pass his lips, “...-Captain?” He mentally slapped himself, knowing that those were not the words he craved and how stupid that must've made him sound.

You took a moment to carefully think about your next words, noticing how bruised he was, how bloody his knuckles were, how a lot of the crew that went with him on this private ‘away mission' were faring upon return.

“Of course you are. You captain us extremely well, sir,” you uttered with a soft smile, “I'll adjust my findings accordingly in the journals, if I may be excused?”

A small puff of air flew from his lips, defeat almost tangibly thick as it shrouded his shoulders with its presence. He looked away after giving his nod of dismissal, his gaze fixed on the wood of the deck below his feet.

Your smile widened, claiming the object from his palm and holding your hand within his for a moment longer, before withdrawing completely. Fluttering your eyes over each fixed point of concern on his features, you searched for what his body seemed to be screaming for.

Thanking him with a curt nod, you turned on your heel and abruptly halted your next step.

At this moment, it fully dawned on you exactly the words your Captain wanted to hear. Eustass Kid, captain of the Kid pirates, champion and leader of the Victoria punk, devil-fruit user and wielder of Haki… had a praise kink. And he wanted you to praise him.

A playful smile spread like warm honey up your cheeks, a scrunch in your nose as you rolled your next words over your tongue. You turned your head over your shoulder, guarding your intentions close to your chest as you spoke two words that almost had your Captain fall on his knees in gratitude.

“Good boy.”

From that moment on, he was simply smitten. No matter what he did, whether it was aiding his crew with carrying supplies, carrying out great acts of violence, defending his Nakama from their enemies, or simply finishing his vegetables at meal time - he would look to you in anticipation, that anticipation being met with those two simple words.

“Good boy.”

They echoed within his mind, swirling around within the chasms of his brain as slumber eluded him. He did not mind in the slightest having his lack of rest consumed with praises departing from your lips.

Your voice plagued him, haunted him as a spectral ghost would hunt down their unfinished business. He did not mind such a haunting, in fact: he wanted more. He wanted to have more praise, more compliments, more of your verbal, beautiful words crying out from your perfect lips.

He was smitten, completely smitten, by your compliments. The way your talented tongue made his name sound, the way your lips curved up in a knowing smirk each time you told him he was a ‘good boy.’

Until the day you didn't.

Eustass Kid was in a foul mood, one that nobody knew the cause nor the cure for such a horrid, stampeding mess of a captain. Food, ales, meads, even gold - nothing appeared to pry him from his raging temper. Breaking tankards, tipping over tables, scattering documents on his captains’ desk, nothing was safe from the wrath he was wreaking on the furniture.

Hunched over your desk, you continued cataloging and appraising the latest haul of trinkets and treasures thrust into your office. It was overwhelming for you, the sheer number of items scattered around your room. You attempted to alphabetize them, sort them accordingly and lump them into itemized piles.

The toll the elevation of work raised onto your shoulders had you dismiss all those who presented you with various finds, including your Captain. He rocked on the ball and heels of his feet, eagerly awaiting and anticipating his sought-after praise - but found nothing but an anxious sigh and scratch of your neck in response to his hard labor.

This was the reason for his intense rage.

After leaving your office, and selfishly paying no mind to your exhausted expression, he began to spiral.

“He was so good. Why didn't you tell him he was? Was there something he could've done better? Something he could've pushed harder to strive for?” all circled within his mind as he tore piece after piece of his office apart.

Several hours had passed, and you carved a hefty chunk of your work apart and managed to get a fair bit done. It was nowhere near complete, but it had you feeling a sense of anxious accomplishment.

A knock at the door prompted you to raise your chin, eyes panicked and overwhelmed with the amount of work still required to be completed before mealtime.

“Need help?” The light flickered off the cerulean and pearl colored mask of the first mate, who peeked his head around the doorframe.

“Please,” you sighed, gesturing to your position kneeling on the ground beside you. Killer promptly entered your office, crouching beside you and sifting through the uncharted treasures still needing to be sorted.

“What we up to?” he elevated his hand, gesturing out to the various piles in front of you both, “I think I see where they need to go. You written down them all?”

“All recorded in the book, down to the last drooped earpiece,” you confirmed, nodding to the mess in the center of the room, “They just need to be put in the right piles, locked in the treasury, and then we can call it a night. Maybe have an ale, if you're up for it, Kil?”

After a moment's pause, both of you rolling the items in your fingertips and placing them within the according: gold, silver, platinum, gemstone, raw material, ceramic, wearable materials, and weaponry piles.

“Leave this with me,” Killer uttered, placing a throwing knife within the weaponry stack, “And you go and perform your other job.”

“What other job?” your brows knit with confusion, “I've already done the journalling of the exploits, the timetabling of the crew shift-changes, notarizing the stock we need within the kitchen-.”

“-Oh, no, buckaroo,” you could audibly hear the smirk behind Killer's mask as he teased you, “the other one. The one nobody pays you to do.”

“Which is, champ?” you taunted in return, nudging him with your shoulder roughly against his, “Be specific.”

“The one where you-...” he took this brief pause as an opportunity to sigh in huffed frustration, “...-where you tell our captain he's a good boy. Although, in his current state,” Killer rotated his neck to relieve the tension on his shoulders, “I might even go so far as to suggest you call him a bad one, considering that's exactly how he's behaving.”

Your confusion knit your brow down in the center of your face, your mind focussing on when the last time you praised the puppy you had turned your Captain into.

“Oh, fuck! I didn't praise him when he brought in the loot!” your eyes widened in shock, promptly rising to your feet and brushing over your pants, “I just got so overwhelmed by the sheer bloody number, I couldn't think of anything else. Oh, I'm an idiot.”

“You're not an idiot,” Killer interrupted you, rising to his own feet and cupping your shoulders in an attempt to halt the rise in your anxiety, “Hell, you're not even dating him. It shouldn't be your job-,” he brushed over your shirt, adjusting the crumpled material to make it more appealing to the eye.

“-Yet here you are,” he concluded, nodding at you before glancing down at the piles of treasure, “And here I am: the first-mate, the best friend, the confidant. The one who is unable to tear him away from his absolutely shit-house mood, because all he wants is you.”

You attempted to stifle the warm flush that drew itself up to your cheeks. Captain Kid was a tall, broad and intimidating man - those were the three assessments you initially made when you were hired to serve aboard the Victoria Punk. Then you got to know him, and were made privy to truly see who he was beneath the surface.

The twinkle behind the feral rage, the purity in his unbridled emotions, the lack of restraint in all his advances: you adored him. When he began to seek out your praises, you were immediately swooning at his attention.

He wanted your words, not just due to the fact words were your job, but because he wanted you to speak them. Just to speak his praises to be granted the luxury of a light tingle in his ears, a blush rise to his cheeks and a smile decorating his lips with such beautiful words.

Now within the doorframe of your captain's office, you arched your brow and crossed your arms. Leaning on the wooden panel, you continued to watch his chest rise and fall with each exasperated and berzerk breath. Your eyes never left his body, each arch of his back and ripple of his muscles straining under the taut fabrics atop his shoulders.

“All this because I didn't call you a good boy?” you addressed him in a low and dangerous tone. His feral eyes snapped over to you, widening as he truly witnessed the devastation in the destruction in his office.

“You've been a bad boy, I see,” you continued in your dark tone, promptly stepping into his office and closing the door behind you, “Look at all this mess. Tsk, naughty.”

The click of your tongue had Kid arching his back, straightening his spine as he bit back a soft whimper. His brows triangulated in the center of his face, bottom lip now quivering under the weight of your disciplinary tone.

Circling his body, fingers brushing against his large right hand beside his hip as you leaned into him. You shook your head, stooping down and beginning to collect the paper, stationary, tankards, and paperweights that had been flung against the floor.

Before you could say a following, disciplinary word, Kid immediately fell onto his knees and began hurriedly picking up the items he threw onto the ground beside you.

“I-I’ll pick it all up,” he nodded his head as to confirm his words further, “I'll tidy up all this shit. Please, I-I’m sorry. I just-.”

“-Just wanted to be praised, hm?” you hummed at him. He hid his head from view, his painted lips pouting while his eyes held their attention firmly against the mess.

He nodded, the weight of finally admitting his craving lifting off his chest and shoulders as he received the items you were holding atop the stack he was forming.

“Tidy up your mess, handsome,” you smiled, elevating your right hand to capture his pointed chin within your thumb and index finger, “I'll watch every step you take, and let you know how good you're being, if you do it properly.”

Kid’s breath caught in his lungs, a pink dust settled against his cheeks and ears. He hurriedly rose to his feet, up-turning his askew desk and dusting off his captains’ chair. He extended it outwards, wordlessly and politely gesturing for you to take a seat.

“My, my,” you commented, rising to your feet and accepting his invitation, “Such a gentleman, you're being. But, you've gotta’ work a little bit harder to earn that title you crave.”

Captain Eustass Kid was a dutiful, whimpering puppy under your watchful eyes. He was, almost, happily rearranging all of the objects he had thrown askew. He even took the time to appropriately categorize the pages he didn't complete prior to his little tantrum.

“Hm, very good. Well done picking up after yourself.” He blushed further at your words, but craved so much more.

“Oh, look at how much time you're taking on that bookshelf. I can even see how clean you're making each of the panels. Look at you go, big boy.” That praise had him whimpering, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to clean in silence.

“So strong, picking up that heavy weight all by yourself. So proud of you.” He could not stop the audible gasp, nor the rush of blood seeping to places they had no business in flooding to at that moment.

He completed all this while glancing over his shoulder and thriving beneath the giddy feeling rushing to his chest upon being the center of your unwavering gaze.

Upon the last paperweight being placed and straightened atop his desk, he knelt between your knees and glanced up into your eyes. He looked innocent of all wrongdoing, all prior anger and malice fleeing from within his silent pleading.

He was desperate for those words, those two simple little words that he so yearned for. Noseying up further between your knees, his shuddering metal and flesh hands cautiously placed themselves gently on your calves.

Soft and slow circles were traced against your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as they began twinkling with hope. All his mind was screaming, silently and internally, was a simple repetition of: “Please, please, please. Say it, say it, say it.”

And you obliged him by leaning down, caressing his left, scarred cheek and drawing your lips close enough to taste the tingle of his breath upon your skin. Hovering before contact was made, you floated your gaze between his whisky-hued orbs and his parted lips with a soft smile.

“Good boy.”

#one piece #x reader #Eustass Kid #eustass kid x reader #op kid #one piece eustass kid #kid x reader #kid x gn!reader #gn!reader #one piece x reader #kid has a praise kink #he just wants to be a good boy #fic request #ask snail #snail answers #snail needs sleep

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eloradorable-art · 4 months

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Commission for the marvelous @mo-the-vagabond I adore the fem design of his fursona, so I was super thrilled to be commed by them, and I had an absolutely blast drawing her for him! Comes with a sneaky Denim Jacket and Short alt here nyhehehehe

#my art <3 #furry #furry art #safe fur work #sfw furry art #furry commissions #commissions open #art comms open #art commissions #furry character #furry fandom #furry anthro #sfw furry #furry artist #fursona #anthro art #furry oc

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