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tally-kiza · 6 months
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hello! I was curious, if sometime in the future you could do a Arthur fleck x gender neutral reader, where the reader just gives arthur all the praise, love and care he deserves? Possible smut, if ur up to it 🤭. I think arthur would absolutely just melt at any type of praise, especially from his lover. I imagine he can’t help but cover his flushed face as he’s showered with kisses and love 😖😖😖 thanks for being an amazing author, luv ur work!
I may have forgotten about this ask until a week ago when I realized Arthur's birthday was coming up. 😂 I figured this would work very well for a little birthday fic. 👀👀
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Mine And Only Mine
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November 21st.
A day you had been looking forward to all month.
Arthur’s special day. The first one that you would be celebrating together.
The heavy weight of a skinny arm slung over your waist beckoned you out of slumber. The fog of sleep lifted, replaced by the warmth of the man nestled against you. Your birthday boy, you thought with a sleepy grin. Your tired eyes cracked open, taking in the vision before you.
Arthur was facing you. His long dark hair was mussed and tangled, curled strands fallen in front of his face, slightly obscuring his handsome features. The midmorning sun rays casted him in warm light. You took a moment to take him in. The gentle curve of his pointed nose; strong cheekbones slowly becoming more full with your every home-cooked meal; prominent collarbones exposed by the open collar of his brown polo shirt, inviting you to kiss and lick. Gentle eyes now closed, minutely fluttering as he dreamed. His face was soft and relaxed. He looked younger, peaceful... almost happy. You wondered what he was dreaming about. His warmth seeped into your heart, making everything feel fuzzy. Arthur’s struggles, his mentality, his everyday stresses and worries, all of them were out of sight and out of mind when he slept, when he was cuddled closely against you. These early mornings were often the happiest you saw Arthur. 
But not today. Your Arthur deserved a birthday free of his usual stresses and anxieties, at least just one day. And you were determined to keep his struggles as far from his mind as you could manage.
You squirmed ever so closer, forehead resting against his. Arthur didn’t even stir. You softened; he must have been exhausted, writing late into last night trying to workshop some new jokes he had thought up. He worked so hard to achieve his brightest dream.
An inkling of an idea blotted in your mind. As softly as you possibly could, you pressed your lips to his forehead over the messy strands of his hair. And then another. And another. A smattering of smooches to his forehead, his hairline, the space between his brows. Arthur made a small noise, soft and cute. Arthur’s eyebrows twitched, but he didn’t quite stir awake. But there were more kisses where those came from.
Slowly you trailed kisses over his face. Gentle presses of your lips to Arthur’s eyelids, down the slope of his nose, over striking cheekbones, and the corners of his thin lips. But never quite on his lips directly; your first true kiss together had to wait until he was awake.
As you kissed, Arthur was slowly roused out of slumber. 
His breathing turned deeper, more regular. He made another soft noise, music to your ears, dimples deepening with a growing grin. You pressed a kiss to the crinkles at the corner of his eyes and smiled in turn. With a slight squint, Arthur’s tired eyes cracked open. They peered at you with mirth. 
“I thought I was just dreaming this up,” Arthur mumbled. His voice was low and creaky with sleep, but playfulness lingered at the edges. It stoked a small flame of warmth in your belly.
“What, this?” you teased, voice just as groggy, pressing another kiss to the scar just above his lip. 
His lips pursed. Still foggy with sleep, his eyes held little of their usual intensity as they locked with yours. “Yes,” he said softly. “And you.”
Your heart turned to putty in your chest. Arthur struck you off-guard so often with sweet words tinged with melancholy. 
“Not this time, handsome.” Eyes slipping closed, you kissed his lips directly. 
It started soft and tender, quiet lips on quiet lips, but Arthur being Arthur, it didn’t remain that way for long. His arm pulled you closer against him; your hand tangled in his messy curls. You molded against him like you were the matching pieces of a puzzle. Fitting together was what you were made for.
It was you who pulled away first. Arthur’s lips sought yours still, but you kept away from his tempting kiss as you both laughed. Your forehead rested against his. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
Green eyes stared into yours, wide with surprise. He sounded so small when he spoke. “You... remembered?”
“Of course,” you said, grabbing one of Arthur’s hands and lacing your fingers together. You pressed another peck to his cheek. “It’s your big day; how could I have forgotten?”
“No one’s ever... remembered my birthday before,” he whispered. The bed shook minutely and you knew he was bouncing his foot. Anxiety creeped at him still; you knew you couldn’t let it linger. “Even I forget some years.”
Your hand cradled Arthur’s face. His eyes were shiny and wet, and his eyebrows twitched with soft emotion as you kissed his forehead. 
“Oh darling, I’m so sorry,” you murmured. “But―” Another kiss, and yet another. “― I think that means we have a lot of birthdays to catch up on celebrating, don’t you?”
He closed his eyes. Voice thick with emotion, he whispered, “That would be nice. ...For years, all I have wanted was someone to share it with. I dreamed about it for so long...”
Arthur sniffled and kissed your wrist still cradling his face. “And now I do.”
Warmth filled your chest. “You do, Arthur. You do. I swear, you’ll always have me.”
After a beat, with a soft breath, he melted into you. The tension in him released; his body sagged against yours. Though his arms kept you pressed close against him. “You’re perfect,” Arthur mumbled. 
“I should be saying that about you,” you said, voice thick with adoration and love. You nuzzled your nose against his, gentle point against gentle point. “Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you...”
The lines around Arthur’s eyes crinkled; the shadows of dimples appeared around his shy, boy-like smile. Bashful was a look you always adored seeing on him; your affection only grew. 
You couldn’t keep your lips from brushing his nose. “Someone so endlessly sweet...” 
Then his scar. “With such a tender, gentle heart...” 
―The mole on his right cheek. “And the cutest jokes...”
―The sensitive shell of his ear, along with a soft bite that drew a small moan out of him. You smirked. “Not to mention, with that beautiful body.”
Arthur curled further into you. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Even after the months you’ve spent together, the intimate nights you’ve spent in bed, devoting yourself to his body, and he to yours, he could be so shy. The result of spending almost thirty-four years alone and craving for affection and attention, you supposed. He was still unused to it, in many ways.
It only spurred more loving. 
You brushed the hair out of his face as you tangled your hands into his greasy curls, fully exposing his beautiful features. Arthur’s broad forehead beckoned.
“I’ve never met someone like you before,” you said, with a smattering of kisses to his forehead.
One broad hand sneaked under your shirt, caressing your back, keeping you ever closer to him. Your skin electrified under his touch.
“You understand me like no one else has,” you sighed. One tender peck to his asymmetrical hairline. A second. Before your lips traveled south, pecking a trail down his nose again to connect with his lips. 
Your connection warmed your cheeks, matching Arthur’s own flush. Both of you smiled into the kiss. Arthur pressed all of his tender love against you. Your shirt was pushed up and his hand traveled up your back; his tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own. His lithe hips molded against yours and you swear you could feel the beginning stirrings of his erection. Your own arousal was stoked from embers. Fog clouded your mind, lost in this pleasure, in his love.
It was Arthur who separated first. His forehead thumped softly against yours. His cheek and lips were still flushed, and yours were probably just as bright. Voice thick with emotion, he whispered your name.
In response―”Yes?”
Green eyes were half closed, eyelashes fluttered as he stared downwards, away from your gaze. Shy again, after leaving you warm enough to melt a glacier. His smile grew, twitched, preening as he considered.
“Could you... could you keep going? ...I like hearing you say those things.”
Mirth and soft amusement filled you. “Yeah?” 
“I like it a lot.“ Arthur’s eyes were wet when they stared into yours. “...Please?”
How could you resist your gentle-hearted lover? “Of course I can, darling.”.
But before you could lay an ounce more of affection on him, he spoke, fingers softly wandering on your skin. “Y’know? I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you either. I know it sounds silly but, my whole life, I’ve thought so much about my perfect person. Someone who would actually see me. Someone who could understand me. Someone kind.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And you’re kind. So kind. It hurts sometimes.”
“Arthur,” you cooed, eyes pricking with tears.
He murmured your name again. You always adored the way it slipped off his tongue, not in an elegant roll, not like cascading water, but in the whisper of an autumn leaf floating on the breeze. “You’re my perfect person. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Gentle sun rays had slid in the window, lighting up Arthur from behind. His dark hair shimmered in multi-colored strands of copper, chocolate, auburn, chestnut, gold. His face was still cast in shadow, but he seemed to glow regardless. It was as much from his love as it was from the sunlight.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you either,” you soothed, voice thick as honey. “But we’ll never have to. I’m yours, Arthur. And only yours. We’ve only been each others’ for a few months, but I know in my heart, that’s not going to change.”
“Mine...” Arthur whispered, almost too quietly to hear as you returned to laying gentle kiss after gentle kiss on his face, soon followed by more further below. Relief, wistfulness, tenderness, joy, solace all swirled in his voice. His words caressed your heart as gently as any brush of his lips. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the chilly November day warmed, you made good on your promise to make this Arthur’s best birthday yet. To make up for every cold, lonely birthday he’s ever had before. And you would make good on this promise every year on November 21st. For as long as Arthur would have you. 
“...And only mine.”
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tianhai03 · 9 months
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Hey, this is my first time colouring someone else’s work. I really like your art, you’re one of my fave dmc artists. So I wanted to colour one of your drawings. Feel free to post this with or without credit, I don’t mind either. I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun colouring this ✨💜🫶🫶
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HI?!?!??!? HELLO?!???!?? IVE SEEN YOUR ART IN PASSING A FEW TIMES AND I ALWAYS LIKED YOUR COLORING STYLE THANK YOU FOR COLORING MY ART HOLY SHIT
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somegrumpynerd · 9 days
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:)
Connected to the story I made of your comics.
(I hope you know Encanto otherwise this will make little sense reference wise)
Dream in Nightmare's body staring at the large stairs and many hallways: ... that is a large area to search. Luckily I have a friend-
Tentacle he had been talking to twists around and hides behind his own back.
Dream: ... nevermind. Well here i go!
two hours of searching later.
Dream: Nightmare your castle SUCKS!
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Nightmare as Dream somewhere else stops and frowns: ... why do i get the feeling soemone is insulting my things?
Pfffffffff- XD
I have seen encanto! I've only seen it once but I think I remember the bit, and yeah god help Dream trying to search for anything in that castle.
I can just see them meeting up at the end but instead of trying to fix things it's like
Nightmare: you need to learn to say no to peo- Dream: Why do you live in a fucking castle with THREE floors?? Do you have any idea how long it took me to find the front door?? I'm amazed you have 15 sitting rooms when I never see you sit!! Nightmare: ...actually it has a basement so there's four floors- Dream: STOP!!
This is the ending where they don't return to their bodies they just stand around strangling each other lol
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ryuki-draws · 5 months
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I'm gonna be real I've barely consumed any transformers content and barely know the basics of the lore but I am deeply in love with your local trains au. Like YES dude two "enemies" insisting that their working towards a common goal and will split paths once all is said and done but through their journey get close and fall in love and suddenly they don't really WANNA leave the other but a deal is a deal. And now their going through a little divorce so what I'm sure it will be fine-
.... Right?
First of all, it makes me incredibly happy that the silly trains could've transcended the boundaries of Transformers knowledge and captivate you even without knowing much about TF in general, it means a lot :') Thank you so much! ♥
And yeah, they're experiencing the first real separation after like a year and a half, I'm sure they both have a lot to think about these days. Organize their priorities in life and such. They'll be fiiiine
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silverskye13 · 1 month
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not yet/love run (reprise) by the amazing devil feels very tanguish and helsknight to me, honestly, with not yet being tanguish and love run being helsknight.
(also i finally caught up and, uh, have been singing my praises. woe, five million comments upon ye.)
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Aaaaaa Amazing Devil how do you always hit so hard, pull your punches, you destroy me
But I held your hand
As you shook in the middle of the night
Without waking you said
Not yet not yet
Not yet not yet
Not yet not
Sing me awake with a song about pirates
And I will try to harmonise
And sip the sunlight from your eyes
Oh sing me awake
With all the things we’ll do today
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Let foul men band and heed your hum
For that ancient hymn you heard me strumming?
Is nought but fumble-falls and guns
And tumbleweeds. Love, run!
It's nought that rum won't solve
Though some would harm you, none - not one - no none
Will raise to you a hand nor thumb
Not while by you I stand and hum
Love run!
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frosty-tian · 10 months
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Omg I love your Boulder x Graham art!
Lmao, every time Graham see Boulder’s holoform or regular bot form:
Graham’s brain: “*starts playing Big Boy by SZA*”
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Never heard that song and safe to say I’m now kind of hooked onto it (it’s so fitting and I busted a lung from laughing, holy shizz). 😭
Only in robot form however. Boulder’s holoform is quite small (even shorter than Dani).
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 6 months
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i feel like being lazy and i wanna doodle one of two specific ships i have in mind, but im indecisive so
posting this before coming home so that i don't loose study time waiting for the poll to end HHH
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desceros · 3 months
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YOU SAID THAT SOMETHING WAS COMING OUT AT FEB 27, IT'S FEB 22 WAAAAAAAAA I CAN'T WAIT I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH
WHY WERE YOU SO MISTERIOUS WITH IT "don't worry about it" MY ASS
Also remember to take breaks and drink lots of water! 🩷
-Trench coat and hat 🕵‍♀️ (your bitch apparently)
i was being cheeky about a birthday present for a friend!! not to spoil too much but she loves leo a lot and i am Just Such A Giver. hehehe….. 0:)
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shokupanko · 8 months
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hihi just wanted to say (even though i already said it in a reblog) that ur vflower art is sososo pretty and that i want to eat the art like cotton candyyyy *nom nom** i bet it tastes like fruity hichews :DDDD
She doesn’t care for your opinion (`ε´)
No actually I’m so happy you find my art tasty :D
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pokimoko · 4 months
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hiii--- i know you mostly post/write about other fandoms but i just want to say that graceful degradation is probably one of THE best fics ive read of all time and i love it so so so much, it had me screaming into my pillow at like 2 in the morning. its such a unique and creative take on his backstory and the ANGSSTTT. oh my god...u are a genius
Thank you so much!!! Portal 2 was something I never imagined myself writing for, but I'm very glad I did, because writing that fic was a blast. It came out of my fondness for 'Flowers For Algernon' (which I read many years ago but has been stuck in the back of my mind ever since) and my need for a Portal fic that suited my particular niche of interests (which included, of course, my dear old friend angst). I'm so glad to hear you think of it so highly! That really means a lot 🥰
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prince-liest · 3 months
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today i found out apparently lucifer was the one who gave birth to charlie and my first thought was that the way it went down was basically him going ‘oh yeah? do you think a depressed person could make THIS??’ and then being not *quite* prepared for the reality of Raising An Entire Child because it turns out that yes a depressed person very much could make that
(no pressure to reply to this, i’m just sending to you bc your characterization of lucifer is definitely why that idea popped into my head and i thought it was funny)
p.s. i agree w that other anon your luci is superior 👍
LMAO OKAY TO BE CLEAR my understanding is that the Viv screenshot where she tweets that about Lucifer is fake. I high key wish it wasn't because I think it's a fun and silly way to establish that, and also because I really enjoy writing genderfuckery enormously and Lucifer deserves to be trans if you ask me. unu I left a tag somewhere where I was, like, I can't believe I've written X number of Hazbin fics and haven't transed anyone's gender yet and that was fully serious.
(Bouta trans the fuck out of Angel Dust in the bodyswap fic, though!)
But also, Lucifer going, "Oh, yeah? Do you think a depressed person could make THIS?" and pointing dramatically to Charlie is a mental image that just made me choke on my water, so thanks!
Sorry, Lucifer. You may not have been prepared for the reality of this, but the fact of the matter is that as a parent you no longer have a choice! You are in this for the long haul! Do your damn best! (He's trying!!)
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roboyomo · 4 months
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When i tell you i held back a yell when you followed me back. hello. ur art is so cool please never stop making adam content gbless
EHEHAHAEHEH IM SO HONORED TO GET THIS IN MY INBOX??? thamk you somuch this truly means a lot,,, im glad my art and adam content makes people happy!! this must mean that i have to make more limbus sinner adam and floor of psychology A5 stuff and more oc stuff for you people cuz surely someone out there is interested in all of this!!!
im using this ask as an excuse to tell you people that i got a new sketchbook in the exact yellow shade of adams eye color. i celebrated this by drawing a tiny >:D adam in the corner of the first page and tmrw ill draw even more adams on the first page as it is crucial
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roselise · 6 months
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You’re beautiful, I wish I could spoil you so much.
My friend . . ! ! ! ⊹ 。⋆ 💛 🎀
I was so surprised by this I almost didn’t know what to say :’)
Thank you so much for your kind words !! ♡
You don’t need to though, cus I already have a lot to be grateful for!
Like even today I had blessings — there was enough money left over for ice cream and snickerdoodle cookies !! Yay !!!
*Plus* it’s also good enough weather for me to go outside tonight to see the pretty star cluster that’s gonna be next to the moon! ♡
(The fall & winter months always have the nicest stars & constellations out! I love stargazing this time of year, cus it’s so much fun !! You should try it if you do not already!)
I’m just so happy today hehe :D
What about you? Are you happy, too, my friend ?? If you are not then I pray that you find a reason to smile soon, my friend c:
Sending hugs, hearts, *and* one of my snickerdoodle cookies or another flavor if you don’t like that one !!
Please take care, stay safe, and have a really really fun day ~ !! ୨ XOXO ୧
💛 🎀 ⊹ 。⋆ 🧸♡ ⋆˙⊹ 🌼 🧁
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cryopathiic-a · 8 months
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I just wanted you to know, I read your threads with Fallesto like they are fanfiction. I don't know what's going on half the time, but I am here for it all the way. 🎔
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thread sum up with @fallesto
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bobmckenzie · 8 months
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I FINISHED ALL THE LOUIS EPISODES OF TRGB
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this last episode was SO FREAKING CUTE he was babysitting his nephew and was so caring and adorable and AUGGHGHGHG I MISS HIM ALREADY...
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merakiui · 1 year
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I just gotta ship you with Azul, not necessarily because you like him, but I just feel like you match so well. Like you are so well spo- written and make up so many scenarios in so little time, you are so inventive and sell these actually dark and morally twisted ideas in such fantastic and attractive and smoothely written packages. I think Azul would really appreciate your gift the most (next to Rook and Idia tbh). Also you seem so kind and sweet as a person, I feel like he would love this in private so much ok ok (is it how it works).
Aaaa thank you so much for saying so!!! (´͈  ᵕ `͈ )to call it a gift... I am very flattered! I think Azul and I would get along nicely in a relationship, whether it's friendly or romantic. We have a few similarities, so we might be able to understand one another easily.
It feels like the question of who to be shipped with is an easy one (because my like for a certain tako is quite obvious), but truthfully I think I could pair well with any of the Housewardens! I am a versatile lady!!! (✿˘ᗜ˘)
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